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orikiys · 6 months

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✿ ✿ 〞dating seventeen

✰ pairings: ot13!seventeen x fem!reader

✰ genre: tooth rotting fluff

✰ warnings: mentions of reader having a bad day in some, mentions of food. lemme know if you feel like there’s any more.

✰ word count: 2k + words

౨₊ৎ seungcheol

acts clingy. it’s usually him that initiates skinship and you wouldn’t find a single photo of the two of you without him hugging, leaning on you or simple just holding you. but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it when you initiate it. in fact he enjoys it so much but does not act like that sometimes because he feels too shy. after knowing him for quite a long time, you know it’s him when he keeps a hand over your back. or he simple has an arm wrapped around your waist or shoulders when he sits beside you. the most common is him laying on top of you when he returns home after a busy schedule.

“hey sweetheart,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your knuckles and plops down beside you. his arm eventually finding it’s way to you and pulling you in his embrace. “it was so tiring today, y’know?” he begins his rambles all the while keeping his hand firmly wrapped around your back.

౨₊ৎ jeonghan

he’s gentle and patient with you. to the outside world he may look short tempered, but with you it’s like he becomes a different personality. he’s so much more softer and often encourages you to talk resulting in him being the listener. his attentiveness, soft murmurs of appreciation and kisses on your jaw as he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck— all of it leads to the way he never loses his calm around you, as well as his effort to not to.

“had a long day, angel?” he whispers, cupping your face and pressing his lips to your forehead for a few seconds before pulling away. he doesn’t let you reply, judging the way your eyes are already dropping and without a word he helps you do your night routine and tucks you in the bed, “sleep well, okay?” he mumbles trying to keep his voice no louder than what he could hear so he doesn’t end up waking you.

౨₊ৎ joshua

he tends to be observant. call it his nature, but. you’ll never find joshua bringing home a wrong order of your coffee or the flavour of ice cream you don’t like. he likes to take note of things you love and the ones you hate. he’s been doing this ever since the two of you started dating and it’s no wonder that he has now made nearly a foot long list. another habit of his is to call you when he’s dilemma. he thinks that whatever you say is right. he feel’s it your ‘woman instinct’ because when you do say something seriously, he will NEVER ignore it.

“i brought you your favourite sandwiches with some waffles! thought you’d need those,” his enthusiastic tone never fails to brighten the days and his eyes— that trail over your face and the way he knows exactly how you’re feeling just by the lowering of your eyebrows; is all too familiar. and he'd also know when you're not feeling so good. he’ll tend to caress your hair and press you close to his chest while he asks you what's wrong.

౨₊ৎ jun

he may not seem like it, but he loves to pester you in the public or around friends while calling you cheesy nicknames, he does cringe at himself later on. he’ll be doing nothing and will still manage to think about things he’ll plan to say to you when he meets you. he loves cracking jokes even though they’re lame just to get a reaction out of you and he feels prideful when he manages to make you laugh. he thinks it’s one of the best unmatched feelings in the world.

“hey sugar,” he whistles and takes a seat beside you, a scoff escaping your lips which later turns into laughter when he tickles you hard. he stares at you in the eye for a minute or so before looking away because he still can’t hold the eye contact as you still manage to make him nervous.

౨₊ৎ hoshi

is your number one hype boy. he never, i repeat, never fails to give you random aggressive compliments throughout the day. and on days when you feel self-conscious he’ll use his pretty little brain to form words that do nothing but only encourage you. call him even at 3am, he’ll pick up the calls because it’s you ( it’s giving priorities ). loves gifting you things randomly at alternate days or whenever he finds something that reminds you of him and when you ask him why, he always replies with a ‘there’s never a bad day for gifts.’

“baby how come you look so beautiful?” he says those words so casually that it makes you speechless. he says those while staring at you through the mirror. one hand on the chair you sit while the other is on your shoulder. he looks at you with so much love, he treats you with so much love that you don’t think you could love anyone else like you love him.

౨₊ৎ wonwoo

when i say he’s protective, i mean the kind of protective that always holds on to your hand in crowded places, where he makes sure to blow on the food twice before feeding it to you or one where he simply just ties your hair when your hands are full. but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know his limits. he’s the kind of boyfriend that gives you space when you need and supports your decisions. he always has your back, so there’s no need to worry. regardless of what happened, he’ll always be there for you and listen to you when you want him to.

“did you eat?” he shakes his head in disappointment at your answer before pulling out a pan. “try it,” he suggest a few minutes later and blows on the spoon before feeding it to, his finger immediately wiping the spill off the corner of your lips and he gives you that chuckle when you stare at him for too long. “you shouldn’t skip meals next time, okay?” he mutters as he watches you dig into the food.

౨₊ৎ woozi

this man right here might be the busiest, but he always ensures that he has enough time for you especially when you need him. he would just be working on a track with you sitting on the couch behind him and talking to him, telling him about things that were troubling you and he will not hesitate to pause and turn around before listening intently.

“come here,” he says while pulling you to his office chair and making you sit on his lap the koala style. he rocks your back while peppering your face with kisses just to cheer you up. maintains his patience around you and encourages you talk more freely with him.

౨₊ৎ dokyeom

the type of boyfriend to intentionally match with you while going on a date and later pretending to hate it. loves buying matching jewellery for the two of you and he feels so happy when he sees you wear something he gifted you. it makes him feel that there’s a part of him that’s always with you. another thing he’ll do is randomly grab your hand and kiss it whenever he feels like it.

“morning my love,” he mumbles and pulls you closer to his embrace even though he is still half-asleep. he would then caress your face with a soft smile and would insist on staying in rather than going out on the weekends. he says it’s his favourite place.

౨₊ৎ mingyu

feeds you with his love and handmade food, these are his two main love languages. he’d cook you breakfast in bed no matter how your day is going but in hopes that it gets happier and better because of him. mingyu is a man who loves skinship and won’t hesitate to do so in public as well. always remembers what you like or don’t, and gives you all his attention when you’re talking, no matter how boring the topic is, you’ll never find his eyes away from your face while you talk.

“really?” he hums questionably while brushing your hair as you rant to him about all the incidents that happened. his touch is soft like a feather yet knowing it’s him it's enough to make you feel at ease.

౨₊ৎ minghao

i feel like with hao the two of you have intimate moments quite often. be it randomly taking walks at night or sharing a tub of ice cream, the two of you never fail to stay on your own anr often end up inviting the other one over. your favourite dates are watching movies with him all night long in your bed and just having a good laugh or cry depending on the genre. hao is a person who would trust his partner wholeheartedly. so he isn’t afraid to show you his vulnerable side and that he does like being babied.

“i like this ice cream,” he hums in delight while sending you a grin, making you grin back just as enthusiastically. there’s a mischievous glint on his face as he tackles you to the couch before tickling you till your lungs burst out of immense joy.

౨₊ৎ seungkwan

while seungkwan does like to joke around pretty often and imitate you frequently ( almost every other hour ) he is a supportive partner. he won’t hesitate to listen carefully and give his opinions and provide suggestions. when in doubt, seungkwan is always there for you. at times it might be hard to talk to him because the topic might be sensitive to you, but seungkwan knows you well. he’ll give you time or just give you a hug and stay like that as you talk. it’s nothing in this world that he’d want other than you being comfortable with talking out your problems with him

“i’m sorry, did you have a bad day?” he mutters as he watches you stomp your way to the couch. wordlessly, he follows you before sitting beside you and just takes your hand in his. “do you want to talk about it?”

౨₊ৎ vernon

vernon is a guy of few words. or so you thought. once you get to know him well you can’t help but laugh at even the lamest jokes that he says. he’s like a mood setter. always improving your mood everyday. although there are times where you fail to understand each other, bur vernon makes sure to sit down and discuss everything calmly.

“what does a house wear?” he begins making you groan and before he could finish the joke he starts laughing, “address! this one’s funny,” he wipes away that tear and it’s hard to hold in your laugh when you make eye contact. it’s like an immediate response and you can’t help but smack his knee for it.

౨₊ৎ dino

being the youngest he always did feel like he had some kind of responsibility and it’s been the exact same in your relationship. when you’re with him, dino is extremely careful. he’ll make sure to wear a jacket so he can give it to you when you’re cold. he shows his affection by giving you handmade gifts like letters, paper flowers, chocolate boxes and on days like valentines’ be prepared for a whole bunch of boxes all for you.

“i told you to not to wear heels,” he pouts a bit as he applies bandages to your bruised up heels. when he’s done he pretends to be angry and huffs loudly but fails to do so and ends up ruffling your hair more affectionately than you expected.

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matchingbatbites · 1 year

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Steve proposes to Eddie during DND.

He's played about a dozen times since the Vecna ordeal three years ago, just one-off stories with no real consequences, and while it took him a little bit to get a feel for the game, he's finally reached a point where he doesn't feel totally out of place.

It helps that Eddie absolutely lights up every time Steve agrees to play, that his boyfriend tends to go a little easier on the rest of the table because they all help Steve half-fumble through the mechanics. It's worth it when Eddie beams at him for figuring something out first, for suggesting a dumb play that has the table screaming when it works.

It's the summer after the kids' senior year, and when Eddie offers to run an all-day one shot to celebrate their graduation, Steve instantly starts planning. He talks to Robin, who absolutely gushes over his idea, and along with Dustin they plan it all out.

He learns the premise of the one-shot from Eddie - there's a big bad who's been taking people from the kingdom, and the king is finally forced to do something when his own son, the prince, is also taken - and Dustin helps him make a character, a fighter who is the personal guard of the prince, whose goal is to find and bring him back safely.

Eddie seems pleased with the character when Steve explains it to him, even more so when Steve suggests the idea that they've fallen for each other and have been lovers in secret. "You're such a romantic, sweetheart," Eddie says before kissing him, and Steve knows it’s a tease and a compliment, knows that Eddie loves how soft he can get over things like that.

The game happens about two weeks later, and Eddie wasn’t joking when he called it an all-day affair.

They get started at about ten that morning, Steve and Eddie, their four boys, and Erica all crowded around the little dining table in Steve and Eddie's little apartment, with Robin, El, and Max entertaining themselves in the adjacent living room.

At Eddie’s insistence, they take a break every couple of hours so everyone can get up and stretch and use the toilet, with slightly longer breaks for lunch and dinner (sandwiches and pizza, respectively, both provided by Steve and Eddie).

The big bad is defeated at around nine that night, and everyone is elated as Eddie takes them through the aftermath, letting each player character have a short moment to reunite with their stolen friends and loved ones.

Robin and the girls have moved to sit on the nearby kitchen counter to listen, partly because El always enjoys these soft moments in the story, and partly because Robin knows what’s going to happen soon.

Steve stays quiet, letting the others have their moment as he fights down the sudden anxiety that sparks through him, knowing what he’s about to do. He looks up when Eddie says his name, takes a steadying breath, and asks "Do I see the prince?"

Eddie nods, says "You do."

"I go over to him."

"He sees you approaching and he rushes to you, meeting you halfway. As soon as you're close enough, he throws his arms around you and says 'I knew you would save me, darling.'"

Steve smiles. "I say, 'I always will, my love' and then I kiss him."

The teens hoot and holler a little as Eddie grins. "He kisses you back, and for a moment it's like everything else fades to the background. All that matters is him, back where he belongs, safe in your arms."

Steve nods, and before he loses his nerve asks "Can I do something?"

Eddie quirks a brow, curious. "Of course,” he says, and Steve takes a breath to steady himself.

"I take his hand, and then I drop to one knee."

A couple of the teens give little 'ooh's as Eddie looks at him, clearly a little surprised, and Steve continues before he can say anything.

"Three years ago, I took my place by your side as your personal guard. I swore to care for you, to protect you from anything that would want to hurt you, and somewhere along the way, we fell in love."

Steve swallows, knows he's blurring the line of character and person as he speaks, staring at Eddie across the table.

"The last three years have been everything to me. Any time I'm not with you, you're the only thing I can think about, and every day spent with you is a fucking gift, because I know just how close I came to losing you."

The sudden urge to touch Eddie becomes overwhelming and he stands, watches Eddie's shocked face as he rounds the table and drops to a knee in front of his lover. Eddie's eyes are wide and he gives a soft "Steve?" as Steve takes a slender hand in his own, remembers the words he had practiced over and over with Dustin.

"I don't want to be just a fighter anymore. I want to be a paladin, set on a righteous path, and if you'll let me, I want to make an Oath of Devotion. Not to any god or angel, but to you, the love of my life."

Steve pulls the ring from his pocket and offers it to Eddie. It's very much not traditional, and at first glance seems to be just another chunky ring that blends in with Eddie's current selection. But Steve had to get it, the shield molded onto the band and the new 'beloved' engraved on the inside repeating what Steve always says, I'll protect you, I love you.

Eddie is in tears as Steve stares him down, as he gently asks "Eddie Munson, will you marry me?"

For just a second, Eddie is completely still, save for his shaky breathing. Steve doesn't get scared, he knows that sometimes it takes Eddie a second to register things when he's overwhelmed. He waits it out, and after a few seconds Eddie blinks rapidly before jerking forward, dropping to his knees as he throws his arms around Steve. "Fuck yes! Of course I will!"

Cheers erupt through the room, and a flash goes off when they meet in a kiss. Eddie looks over to see Robin with a camera in her hand and tears streaming down her face. “Don’t mind me,” she says, a bit choked up even as she beams at them, and Eddie’s head whips back to Steve.

“You planned this!” he yells, unable to stop his own tears from falling, and Steve laughs. “Of course I did!” is his reply as he takes Eddie’s hand back so he can slide the ring onto it, and he ignores the second flash from where Robin sits.

“Wanted it to be perfect,” Steve says softly, stroking his thumb over the ring, now at its new home on Eddie’s finger. “Wanted you to know how much you mean to me, and I figured something nerdy would hit all the right buttons.”

“I helped with the nerd stuff!” Dustin calls from his seat, and Eddie laughs wetly as he scrubs at the tear tracks on his cheeks. “I should have known something was up with you, Henderson. You’ve been bouncing off the walls for weeks.”

Steve stands up from the floor before helping Eddie up, and they both grunt as Dustin practically slams into them for a hug, quickly followed by a more reserved El. They hug each of the kids in turn and accept their congratulations, and after a few minutes Eddie is put together enough to actually finish out the one-shot.

Later that night as they're getting ready for bed, Eddie presses up behind Steve, one hand sliding to rest on his stomach and the other opening in front of them, revealing a simple, gold band.

"You beat me to it, you dick," he says with so much tenderness, and Steve laughs as he takes the ring.

"You can still do your proposal, if you want," Steve replies, heart swelling as he looks over the band, sees the little 'sweetheart' engraved on the inside.

"Nah, there's no way I can top what you did for me."

"I dunno, you normally top me pretty well," Steve teases, just to hear Eddie's delighted little cackle.

He turns and hands the ring back to Eddie, asks "Put it on me?" and Eddie smiles. He takes the ring and slides it onto Steve's finger, his thumb brushing over shiny metal, and Steve feels so fucking happy as they meet in the middle for a kiss.

#steddie #steddie fic #steve x eddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #joey writes #steddie fanfic #heres the proposal fic #as promised #i see you all screaming in the tags and please know it brings me endless joy #ily all #oath of devotion

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katnisspeetaprim · 1 year

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I Told You So!

Jungkook/Fem!Reader

Summary: Part of the LS series, loosly based on Jungkook's 25/05/23 live.

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of sex, kissing.

Word Count: 976 M.list LS M.list

‘I think I’m going to do a live later tonight. Is that ok?’ Jungkook spoke up, looking at you over the rim of his glasses as he paused his game.

‘Why are you asking me? I’m not your mom.’ You joked.

‘Don’t be sassy! I thought I was being nice by asking, considering you live here too.’ He rolled his eyes playfully.

‘Nah, I think it will be good. You haven’t been live in a little while.’ You plopped down next to him on the sofa and ran your fingers through his fluffy hair. At the feel of your touch, he smiled and looked over to you.

‘Your hair is getting long now, don’t you want to cut it soon?’ You asked curiously as you continued to play with his locks. He gently knocked your hand away and shook out his hair.

‘You know I want to grow it out before I have to shave eventually.’ His face scrunched up slightly as he tried to get his hair to fall correctly. You tried to stifle your laughter as he struggled with a particularly stubborn curl.

‘You looked handsome no matter what though.’ He blushed slightly at your compliment. ‘Despite what people on TikTok say.’ You teased, ruffling his hair.

‘Ugh don’t.’ He leaned back and once again batter your hand away. ‘I swear ARMY take any opportunity to bully me.’

‘You know they do it out of love.’

‘Yeah, yaeh.’

Jungkook had started his live not long ago, sitting at the kitchen counter in his oversized jumper and shorts. People could hear you rummaging around in the background, just making yourself some food. The chat were asking to see you, but you were in no mood to appear on camera that night.

‘Stop asking to see Y/N. This is about me!’ You glanced at him with a sly smirk before finishing making your sandwich. You didn’t want to be on camera, but you still wanted to spend time with your boyfriend, so you placed yourself on the sofa across the room.

All was well for about half an hour. His calm singing was helping you to relax as you read your book.

‘I’m trying to sing quieter, since apparently you can’t hear the sound but you can feel the vibrations. We got a complaint not long ago.’ This got your attention, causing you to snap your head up to him and glare. You couldn’t stop yourself from correcting him.

‘Whoa, whoa, whoa! What’s this we!? I’m not the one constantly screaming at 3AM!’

‘YAH! What do you mean screaming? It’s not that bad!’ He retorted, smiling sheepishly at being called out.

‘Didn’t I tell you we would get complaints?’ You laughed, thinking back to when the building manager came knocking on your door to reprimand you. You were so embarrassed when you got the surprise visit. Jungkook wasn’t home at the time, so you promised that you would get him to apologise as soon as he returned home. He got an ear full from you that night, basically telling him, ‘I told you so!’

‘Ah anyway I had to apologise so now I’m being quieter.’ You shook your head affectionately at the man in front of you as he tried to change the subject.

You glanced at the clock on the wall. It wasn’t too late, about 11pm.

‘How long do you plan to go for tonight, just so I know?’ You stood up and stretched out.

‘Probably not long. I have an early morning tomorrow.’ He glanced up at you, pushing his glasses back up his nose. You nodded and made your way to the bedroom and began your skin care routine, before hopping in the shower.

You were in the bathroom for less than half an hour when you stepped into the bedroom wrapped in just a towel, only to be met with Jungkook entering the room. He was still wearing his glasses with his hair tied back.

‘Oh are you done already? I was just coming to join you.’ Jungkook looked down sadly. Smiling softly, you padded over to him and wrapped your arms round his neck, his hands coming to rest on your hips.

‘You look very handsome when you wear your glasses.’ That caused him to perk up a little.

‘Really? You like them?’

‘Yeah. You look cozy like this.’ You smiled up at him. He smiled back, happy with your compliments and leaned down to kiss you. As you made out with Jungkook, you ran your fingers through his hair. What you failed to notice, was his sly fingers trailing up your body and tugging at the hem of the towel, making it fall to your feet.

‘Kook! You pervert!’ You gasped, playfully pushing him away from you. ‘Now I see why you ended your live so early.’

‘Come on Y/N! You can’t say you aren’t into it!’ He smirked as he watched you pick up your towel, taking the opportunity to run up and tickle your sides, causing you to yelp out. Jungkook marvelled at the way your breasts bounced as you laughed and struggled in his hold.

‘Oh my God you’re the worst!’ You laughed out when you finally escaped. You walked over to the bed , leaving the towel forgotten on the floor, and draped yourself across the sheets.

His eyes darkened when he saw you seductively spreading your legs .

‘Well? What are you waiting for?’ He wasted no time moving towards you, reaching up to remove his glasses as he went.

‘No!’ You sat up and pointed at him, making him cock his eyebrow questioningly.

‘Leave those on.’ You wiggled your finger teasingly at his glasses. Jungkook smirked at you as he placed his glasses back in place, before crawling over your body and connecting his lips to yours in a passionate kiss.

#bts #bts x reader #imagine #one shot #scenario #reaction #drabble #fluff #smut #angst #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook

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ericsslvt · 5 months

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〟𝓑LUE NIGHT ⋄ ‎BILLY ゚

WARNING: Swearing, sexual content, squirting, oral sex (female receiving) , mentions of injuries. PARING|Billy from Burn & Fem reader!! Wc: 3.154

Y/n was a gas station attendant. A man walks into the gas station. He looked to be burnt, like he had been through hell and back.

He looks up at her, quiet.

"Hey are you okay?.." she asked kindly.

"I'm fine little lady." The man says softly, trying to keep his cool.

Her face flushes red as he calls her 'little lady'. "

"is there I can help you with?.." she smiles.

"Yeah uh, pack of Marlboro reds." The man says softly. He takes a deep breath, trying to keep control of his emotions. "Keep the change."

She feels bad for the guy.

"okay right away." She grabs what he asked for and handed it to him.

The guy takes it a bit roughly, like he's not used to being around people. He hands her a twenty.

"Keep the change." He says, then turns and heads for the door.

She gasped and flinched once he grabs it roughly.

The man notices that he has scared her.

"Sorry bout that." He says. "I just don't like being touched."

He opens the door of the gas station and begins to walk outside.

"I'm sorry.." She smiled warmly.

The man stops in the doorway and looks at her. She felt like he's judging her.

"It's okay. Just a reflex." He says. "You seem like a nice girl. You shouldn't be working in a place like this."

"I know but my dad is making me because we need money unfortunately.." She shrugs. "can i help with your wound? I promise to be gentle I wont hurt you." She walked over to him carefully so she didn't touch him incase he's afraid.

She moved slowly as she walked over to him. He doesn't want to hurt her, but he is scared of being touched. She got the feeling that this guy has been through a lot.

"Oh no, you don't need to do that. Im fine." He says.

"What you could do is be my friend. I don't have any."

"Sure I don't mind being your friend. Is there anything ai can do?"

"I could use a friend." He says. "I've mostly been alone for a long time."

She feels bad for him.

"Would you mind if I sit here? I'm still a bit sore." He says, his tone still quiet.

"Yeah of course. Can I get you water?"

"Yes please. A cup of water. Thanks." He says.

The man takes a seat and she got up to get him a cup of water. He seems to be calmed down.

"What's your name?" He asks her, looking at her and smiling.

"Y/n. Whats yours?" She gave him the water carefully.

"Billy, nice to meet you y/n." He says, and then takes a drink of the water and smiles at her.

"Thanks for the water y/n. You're a good person. Most people wouldn't be this kind to me." He says.

"Well everyone deserves kindness." She said. "here let me get you something to eat, do you want a sandwich?"

"That would be nice thank you." He says softly.

He seems to have cheered up quite a bit since she brought him the water and offered him food. She liked to see him smile.

"You have a really pretty smile." She grabbed a cloth and some

things to clean up and bandage. "there I'm gonna clean your wound okay? If it hurts too much tell me." she slowly and carefully pressed the warm cloth to his wound.

He seems surprised by her compliment, but also flattered. She grinned noticing that he has a slight blush on his cheeks.

"W-wait a minute." He says as she started to clean his wound.

But then, he seems to be able to tolerate it. His cheeks are still a bit red however, she wondered what other things this guy might not be used to.

She frowned feeling bad. She had bandaged his wound. "there.. should be better soon. Need any advil? "

"I could use a little bit of Advil I suppose." He says. "You're very sweet y/n, no one has ever been this nice to me."

She seen that Billy's eyes begin to water up.

"Thank you, really." He says.

Her heart really feels for him. "hey its okay .." she gave him a warm smile. "can I wipe your tears and hug you?.."

Billy is taken aback. She noticed that he seems a bit hesitant, but doesn't stop her.

"Umm, okay." He says. "But I'm not good at hugs." He says, a little embarrassed.

She sensed that Billy has some sort of past trauma that might have something to do with hugs.

"Its okay dont worry. I get it, if its too much let me know okay?" she slowly leaned in and wrap her arms around him. She pressed her head to his chest listening to the sound of his beating heart. She smelt the scent of his cologne which warms her heart and filled her with comfort.

She sensed Billy tense up in her arms as she hugged him. It seems like this is a very uncomfortable thing for him. But as she hug him close, the warmth of her body and her touch seems to have an effect on him.

"Thank you y/n." He says quietly, she heard his heartbeat as her chest is pressed against his. He seems to be calming down quite a bit.

He reaches up and gently touches her hair.

She smiled sweetly and she didn't want to let go but she didn't want him to experience any discomfort so she had pulled away. "I'm gonna wipe your tears okay?" she asked to make sure she had his consent.

Billy seems almost sad when she pulls away.

"Oh yeah that's okay, you can wipe my tears." He says, his voice is soft. "Thank you again."

He is quiet for a minute, and then looks at her and looks like he might be about to tell her something.

"Whats the matter?.." she questioned cupping his face in a gentle manner, looking into his eyes.

"Are you sure you want to hear it? It might be too much for you." Billy says softly, his tone still quiet. But she could tell that he must really need to talk to someone.

She noticed that Billy's eyes are a light blue color.

"I want to hear it. I like hearing your voice." Y/n pulled a chair up and sat.

Billy looks at her with a sad expression on his face.

"Well... its just that..." He pauses for a second, seeming to look for his words. And then he looks at her again, his cheeks red.

"Well.. you're really pretty y/n. I just... I had to say it."

He seems embarrassed for having told her this.

She smiled happily, her eyebrows raise, her face lights up with excitement. "you really think so?.." y/n asked insecurely.

Billy's cheeks turn red and he looks down at his hands.

"Y-yes." He says. "You're beautiful. Your hair, your eyes...your smile."

She seen that this is a sensitive topic for Billy, he looks down at his hands again.

Y/n bent down to look at him. "thank you. That means so much. You are very handsome billy. I love your eyes. They are the same color as mine. Like the ocean. I love your hair i could play with it all day."

Billy flushes red and looks down at his hands. He seems embarrassed that she is was giving him compliments.

"I...th-thank you y/n." He says, and she noticed that his voice is a little deeper than she expected.

She leant in closer and placed her hand on his cheek. She felt blush on her own cheeks. Suddenly, Billy's eyes meet hers again. There is a look in his eyes.

"Is it alright if i kiss you?" She asks, her cheeks glowing red.

She seen Billy's eyes light up. He smiles at her and nods.

"Yes..please." He says, his voice quivering.

She leant in and pressed her lips against his. She felt his hand go up to her cheek, and then he places his other hand on her waist.

His lips are tender and warm, and his kiss is passionate, almost as if he's been waiting for this moment for a very long time.

Y/n let out a pleasured breath, a soft whimper escaping her lips as she panted and pulled him by his jacket collar forcing his lips harder onto hers, wanting his body closer.

Billy's arms wrap around her as she pulled him closer. She could feel a heat coming from his body. His hand moves up to her neck and he starts to pull her closer. She felt his heart beating, and she could tell that he's starting to get more into the kiss.

She noticed that he is pushing her up against the wall of the gas station. He seems to be enjoying this moment. His kiss is getting more and more passionate, he doesn't want her to stop.

She moans eagerly, and jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist , her hands tangling into his hair.

they begin to make out with passion and intensity. Billy pulls her in even closer and starts to slide his hand down her back. She could feel his breath and his lips on her neck.

She noticed that his heart is beating quickly and his breath is becoming heavier. He doesn't want to stop kissing her.

She pulls away to breathe her my eyes locking with his. " can we make love?.." she asked wanting his consent.

"Yes, please y/n." Was all Billy said.

"Lets get to my place? It would be more comfortable I have a big bed."

Billy nods and smiles at her. She gets the sense that Billy hasn't been in many intimate relationships before. He seems to be shy and nervous, but excited at the same time.

"Okay y/n." He says, his voice still soft. "I'll follow you."

Y/n got into her car and put on her seatbelt. "come on in." She turned the heater on, as it was chilly. It was winter time.

Billy gets into the car and is still smiling at her. He seems excited about what is about to happen. You drive to your place, and Billy looks at her and smiles.

"Your smile is really pretty y/n." He says.

As she pulled up to her house, Billy's eyes scan the exterior. He seems nervous but also intrigued about what is going to happen once they get inside.

"My dog is a happy girl and she loves people. Dont worry shes a small dog though."y/n grinned and pushed the door open greeting her dog who's tail is wagging and licking her face.

Billy watches her and the dog with curiosity. He smiles.

"Is it okay if I pet her?" He asks her.

The dog wags her tail and sniffs Billy. Maybe she is thinking about jumping up on him.

"Of course, careful though she jumps." She chuckled softly.

Billy chuckles and begins to pet the dog.

"Aww, she seems so sweet. What's her name?" He asks.

"Her name is princess." She grabbed Billy a beer from the fridge not sure if that was what he liked to drink.

"Princess." Billy says. "What a lovely name."

Billy smiles and takes a sip of the beer. He seems to enjoy it, and y/n liked seeing him enjoy himself.

"Thanks for the beer. It's been a long day."

He grins at her, and then looks at the dog. "Maybe I could get to know her?" He says to her, looking down and petting the dog.

"Of course you can." She pecked Billy's cheek and kicked off her shoes. "you can just put your shoes in the corner."

Billy smiled as she kissed his cheek, and then takes off his shoes. He puts them in the corner of the room, and then looks back at her.

"I really appreciate you letting me come here. I don't know where I'd be if it wasn't for you y/n." He says softly, smiling at her again.

"Anything for you love." She hung her coat and took billys hanging it for him as well.

Billy smiles at her sweet gesture.

"You're amazing y/n. You're really beautiful." He says softly.

He takes a step towards her and swung his arms around her, his face close to hers.

He is about to kiss her, and she seen the passion in his eyes.

"Can I?" He says.

There was a special connection with Billy. He seems to have a pure heart that the world has been too cruel to. And she wanted to give him everything she could.

"Yes, dont even ask." She managed to whisper breathlessly.

Billy's eyes light up. He smiles at her and presses his lips against hers in a passionate kiss, his lips holding hers softly. They are both lost in the kiss, it seems to last forever.

Billy's hands are on her waist and he pulls her closer. He seems to like the feeling of her body against his. He doesn't want this moment to end just yet.

Y/n had noticed that her heart was beating quickly, and her breath is becoming a bit heavier. Billy's kiss seems to have this effect on her.

Y/n whined quietly, and wrapped her legs around his waist. "lets go to my bedroom..."

Billy smiles at her and lifts her up in his arms. He carries her to her bedroom, where she can see the bed in the corner of the room.

He places her down on the bed and climbs onto the bed next to her. He smiles at her.

"You're so beautiful..." He says.

He pulls her close to him and looks at het with a look of pure love and lust.

"Billy please, have sex with me?" she asked and scanned his face to be sure he isn't uncomfortable. She wanted to make sure he's happy and comfortable. Theres pure lust in her eyes.

Billy smiles at her in response.

"Oh y/n." He says. "I've never felt this way about anyone. Of course."

His voice has a bit of a nervous tone to it. He seems to be a bit anxious of taking this leap of faith with her. But he also looks like he has felt this way for some time and has really been wanting this moment.

"Y/n you are the most beautiful woman I've ever met, and I want you to know that."

He seems to really mean that. She feels a sense of love and admiration in his voice.

"Your the only person I want to give my virginity to Billy. Your the one. The one for me. I love you." she smashes her lips against his.

Billy's eyes light up.

"I love you too. I want this so bad." He says.

She sensed his desperation. He really wants this, it's as if his entire soul is wrapped up in this moment.

He kisses her passionately, his arms are wrapped around her waist and his hands are touching her body. He seems to be having trouble expressing his feelings, but his eyes are filled with love.

He is a man who has been lonely for a long time, and now the moment he has been waiting for is finally here.

She moaned to encourage his actions and to let him know how much of a good job hes doing and how much she loves it.

Billy grins at her as she moaned. He seems to be really enjoying this, and he takes the moan as a sign of approval. He continues to touch her and kiss her lips.

He is loving every moment of this, he can't believe his luck. She sensed that he hasn't been in many relationships before, in fact she might even be the first to have gotten this far.

Y/n sighed in pleasure and slid her tongue into his mouth.

Y/n could feel Billy's heart beating quickly in his chest.

"More." she whimpered and spread her legs ready to take him.

"You want more?" Billy smirked.

"Yes." Y/n whined.

Billy decided to take his time with her. He ran his hand through his slicked back hair.

He kissed down her neck making his way to her collar bone earning a grunt from her as he bit down on the skin from her collar bone.

Billy expertly removed her bra, kissing her new exposed skin running his fingers over her nipples licking a stripe up her sensitive nub.

"Jesus Billy." She groaned tangling her hands into his hair.

Billy moved down lower, kissing and sucking places on her belly. No spot left unmarked.

He gently lifted her legs up grabbing the hem of her panties slowly slipping them down.

He moved her panties up to his nose sniffing her wet scent.

This made his growl and sigh in satisfaction.

Y/n bit her lip shyly as he done so.

Billy dived down between her legs. Both of her legs on his shoulders. One leg on one shoulder, and one on the other,

He slipped the tip of his tongue between her slick folds causing her back to arch. She whimpered and writhed beneath him.

Billy chuckled darkly and pushed her hips back down , his large hands holding her down as he took complete control of her.

He devoured her cunt like it was his very last meal. He pushed his thick fingers into her pussy, his index and middle thrusting quickly in and out of her.

Y/n cried out, her legs quivering. "B-Billy oh fuck I-I'm going to cu-"

"Do it." He murmured his face buried between her thighs as he sucked and licked at her swollen clit.

The wet squelching and y/n's moans followed by Billy's own moans and his sucking and licking was to be heard as he grunted loudly , his teeth gritting as he captured y/n's lips continuing to finger fuck her then moved back down to kiss her clit.

"God you taste amazing." He groaned as he curled his fingers.

Y/n screamed and her body trembled under him as she came undone squirting on his face and fingers. He continued on pumping his fingers as y/n whined. She was sensitive.

"S-stop please fuck." She moaned and squirmed trying to pull away.

Billy smirked proudly and licked his fingers.

"Now your gonna be a good girl and open your mouth for me. Don't want anyone to hear you screaming my name when I pound you."

Y/n nodded vigorously and her legs were over his shoulders.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

#smut #josh hutcherson smut #josh hutcherson #billy burn #burn #mikeschmidt

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swtbabydoll · 2 months

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౨ৎ 1. You’re new? (mostly written)

KAZUHA’S POV:

“So you’re minjeong?” I said putting my phone away and shifted my gaze to the new student.

“Uh yeah— I’m minjeong!” She said off guard.

“well let’s get started, I’m kazuha” I reached my hands towards her which she shook.

“minjeong— oh wait- you already know that- sorry!” the red head sighed embarrassed.

“it’s okay it’s okay”

“Well that’s the school” I said giving minjeong a smile. “If you need help with anything please let me know since you I already gave you my number” I added..

“Yes af course!! I’ll let you know” she smiled

“well we better go get lunch I’m starveddd~” I chuckled “Yeah we should—- oh wait! I forgot I have to take something from my locker… I’ll be quick you can go first!”

“Ah okay I’ll wait for you there”

Y/N’S POV:

“No science was actually torture I swear that teacher is gonna make me get wrinkles from all the stress” I groaned slamming my locker shut which made my friend Yuna shrieked surprised.

“Who do you have for science anyways?” the tall brunette asked as she fixed her lips gloss while looking at the mirror she had on her locker..

“Errrr..” I tried to recall the old hag’s name “Mrs Lee I think. I don’t know. All I know is that her voice was irritating, seriously Yunjin it felt like I was listening to witch or something.”

The brunette laughed “Was she really that ba—”. “Yes. Yes she was that bad.” I cut her off.

“Speaking of witch can we go get lunch now I’m craving sandwiches” the younger blonde whined… “Oh yeah sure Yuna just let me find my hair tie” the brunette said going through her purse.

I shifted my eyes to the left seeing two girls talking I stared until I realised that one of the girls was…. Kazuha. Wait. What was Kazuha doing there??? And who is she talking to? I don’t think I’ve seen that girl before.. huh maybe I should— “Y/n? Are you coming?” Yunjin called me.

“Huh? Oh yeah go ahead first I just remembered I have to do something” I said shifting back to reality

“Oh? Okay I’ll see you later!”

“Huh, did our little Zuha finally get some game?” I whispered to myself and scoffed looking at Kazuha talking to the red head girl. “Not on my watch.”

MINJEONG’S POV:

“Well that’s the school” Kazuha said giving me a smile “if you need help with anything please let me know since you I already gave you my number” she added.

Which I replied with “yes af course!! I’ll let you know”.

“Well we better go get lunch I’m starveddd~” she chuckled “yeah we should—- oh wait! I forgot I have to take something from my locker… I’ll be quick you can go first!”

“Ah okay I’ll wait for you there”

I turned around to head over to my locker, I just remembered I had maths after lunch and my book was still in my locker. I took my book and placed it in my bag I then closed my locker and locked it obviously… as I was about to turn head over to the cafeteria I felt someone tapping on my shoulder.

“Hey you’re new here right?” a soft melody like voice spoke, I turned around to see a tall girl with the most gorgeous gorgeous blonde locks not to mention her smile, she was dressed in a short black dress with a pink ribbon and a white cardigan “woah..” I mumbled as I gazed at her up and down completely mesmerised.

“So is that a yes?” she chuckled crossing her arms leaning on the locker next to mine.

“Y-yeah! I’m new” I said nervously, God why was I so nervous!? It wasn’t like I haven’t seen any pretty girls but something about her was just so mesmerising he was so… so charismatic for some reason…

“Hehe you’re cute” she said still chuckling slightly “but anyways that’s sweet! I’m y/n” the blonde added smilling at me, yes she was smiling at ME.

“Minjeong, Kim Minjeong!” I said smiling at her back.

“Minjeong huh” she said “that’s a pretty name.. you’re really pretty too” she added which made me blush slightly, a pretty girl no. A GORGEOUSLY STUNNING girl was complimenting ME.

She titled her head analysing me slightly “Why don’t you come sit with me and my friends for lunch, they’d love to meet you” she shifted her gaze from my lips to my eyes… I gulped

“I’d love that but I was going eat w-“

“Perfect! Then let’s go~” she smiled grabbing my arm completely cutting me off.

God she smelled amazing..

Two girls looked up at me and y/n, one brunette one blonde. The brunette began to speak “Uh who’s this..?” she raised her eyebrows asking y/n.

“This is Minjeong~” y/n beamed smiling as she grabbed my hand with her two hands dragging me to the two girls who I assume are the friends she was talking about earlier.

“Hi—“ I waved to them gulping slightly…. They seemed so cool and kinda intimidating? Well I mean the look the brunette girl was giving me wasn’t helping..

“Right so Minjeongie here is my new friend! Right Minjeong?”

“Huh..?” I froze, trying to process what just happened… Me? HER friend? She wants to be friend with ME????

“Right Minjeong?” y/n said once again which snapped me out of thoughts

“R-right—” I shook my head slightly.. “af course.” I said smiling very nervously.

“Great so this is Yunjin and this is Yuna….”

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foreverbloodmoon · 4 months

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Ermm | Walker Scobell x Non!Binary Actor Headcanons

Summary : Cute Walker x Non!binary/Gender!neutral actor reader

Warnings : tooth rotting fluff, sitting on lap (non-sexual), bullying (for the sake of acting), use of y/n, kissing

Notes : I know ur reading this rn E 😈 PROUD CABIN 10 GIRLIE 🫶🫶

While you played Nancy Bobofit on “Percy Jackson and the Olympians” your boyfriend—Walker Scobell— played Percy Jackson himself which meant you’d be bullying him in some scenes which didn’t really bother you but you love teasing Walker on it

You felt bad about having to throw sandwich bits at Walker and Aryan but they both didn’t care

You constantly say “Percy pushed me!” to tease Walker (he gets all flustered erysdyriofth)

While standing behind Walker with your arms around his shoulders while he was making something on the kitchen counter when all of a sudden you just went, “Percy pushed me!” Walker jumped at the sudden noise and turned around to look at you before playing along, cheeks tinted red and that smile on his face.

“I didn’t push her! It was like the air carried her!” He giggled before placing a kiss on the tip of your nose, making you now the flustered one.

You, Walker, Leah and Aryan always hangout and one day you guys decided to do an Instagram livestream.

You weren’t really interested in doing anything for the camera and Walker wasn’t either.

While Leah and Aryan were answering questions and messing around you and Walker were behind them while you two were doing your own things.

You had put Walker’s hair into many ponytails, tied with light pink ribbons so you were sitting in his lap to perfect the front bow

“What are you doing?” “Making you a pretty princess!”

Walker was just giggling the whole time as he admired you. HE LITERALLY WORSHIPS YOU

“LEAH LOOK!” Leah turned around and instantly started laughing at Princess Walker, Aryan looked scared as Leah suggested she should do that to him.

Aryan was the first to point out how the comments were freaking out over you and Walker, commenting things like “ARE THEY IN WALKERS LAP????!!!” And “PRETTY PRINCESS WALKER CONFIRMED!!”

When you first came out as non-binary to Walker he was so supportive and never once called you by the wrong pronouns

He loves giving you kisses on your forehead and the tip of your nose

You guys don’t get to hang out often since you both work on many projects but when you do you guys love cuddling

You’re always lying on Walker with your face in his neck or on his chest while he’s wearing his Batman pyjamas

Walker got you guys matching Spider-Man and Batman pyjamas for your birthday

At one of your red carpets for a project you did, you invited Walker there and when he saw you in your dress/suit/outfit, his jaw was dropped

He complimented you all night and his hand never left yous

You once tried to teach him a tiktok dance and he nailed it perfectly (The Sexy by Avantia dance break sequence)

Walker will have his head on your should for HOURS and watches as you build bloxburg houses

The two of you love to role play on bloxburg no matter how much you two deny it

(If you have long hair) Walker learnt how to braid hair just for you so when you guys have sleepovers, he’ll braid your hair before you go to bed

He loves when you play with his curls

When he had to straighten his hair for a project, neither of you liked it

You guys have a secret handshake (Too secret FBI level handshake Fr)

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catindabag · 1 year

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TBOSAS on Crack short take (16)

*When Festus, Lysistrata, and Sejanus joined Coryo at the train station to meet their Tributes*

Festus: Oh, for the love of Panem! We have been waiting here all morning!😩

Sejanus: It’s so hot! I’m sweating like a pig for slaughter!

Festus: The sun! The sun is burning me! I’m melting! *starts taking off his clothes*

Coryo: I told you guys to bring a freaking umbrella- Festus! Festus, No! Stop stripping on broad daylight!

Sejanus: Can’t they just use a hovercraft or something?!

Coryo: We don’t make the rules, Babe!

Sejanus: But I’m hot!

Coryo: Of course you are, Babe.

Sejanus: So you’re saying I’m hot?

Coryo: I’m not dating you for nothing, ya know.

Sejanus: Oh, Coryo, my love, you are the best!😍

Festus: Stop being so lovey-dovey, Snow! I’m literally sweating like some poor soul in Dr. Gaul’s lab!😩

Lysistrata: *pulls out four sunglasses and a mini portable electric fan* This is why I’m here. You guys can’t live without me.

Coryo: Thank Panem for Lizzie!

Lysistrata: True. I am a gift.

Coryo: If it weren’t for you, I would’ve been stuck here waiting with two naked classmates.

Festus: To be fair, I still have my skirt uniform on.

Sejanus: I haven’t even taken off my pants yet, Coryo, my Snow Angel~.😘

Lysistrata: *Side eyes Coryo* We don’t know these idiots.

Coryo: Indeed. We have never met them before.

Sejanus: By the way, I brought ham sandwiches for all the Tributes.

Lysistrata: You what?!

Coryo: Thanks for reminding me why I love you, Babe.

Festus: Can I have a bite?🥺

Sejanus: I thought feeding them might help us give a good first impression.

Coryo: That’s not a bad idea, Babe. Good thinking.

Sejanus: Was that a compliment, my love?!😍

Coryo: Yeah. . .

Lysistrata: And I thought I was the only one who has brain cells.

Festus: But do you have extra sandwiches for us? I know Coryo wants one as well-

Coryo: Don’t call me out on the open, Creed! I just haven’t eaten my breakfast yet.

Festus: Which is?

Coryo: Obviously, whatever my rich boyfriend provides.

Sejanus: You mean your fiancé.😘

Coryo: Sure. Why not.

Sejanus: Oh, Coryo, my Snow Angel, I love you-

Coryo: Thanks. Love you too, Babe.

Sejanus: But seriously, please don’t tell me that I’m the only one who brought gifts.

Lysistrata: I did brought some vitamins.

Coryo: Well, you all know that I’m poor and don’t have any money. So don’t expect much from me.

Festus: Nobody told me to bring gifts for the Tributes.

Lysistrata: So you and Coryo have nothing?

Coryo: What? Do you expect me to ransack my grandmother’s rose garden?

Sejanus: *sighs* I’ll call my Ma. Let’s just give them something sweet.

Festus: And please tell Ma to bring us 4 bottles of posca. I’m thirsty~.🥺

*24 gift baskets and 4 empty bottles of posca later, the train with the Tributes finally arrived*

Drunk!Sejanus: YOO-HOO~!😙 Marcus, remember me? It’s me! Your classmate from District 2! Sejanus Plinth!

Marcus: Oh, Panem, no! Just no! Not him! Not Idiot Sejanus Plinth!

Reaper: Oi, two! You guys know each other?!😠

Marcus: *starts sweating profusely* Nope. Never. Never met those drunks before in my life.

Coral: Oh, really?😒

Marcus: I swear on my mother’s cooking! Just look at those posh idiots! They’re too Capitol!

Drunk!Sejanus: Marcus~! Hey, Marcus, meet my gorgeous boyfriend, Coryo Snow~!🥰

Drunk!Coryo: *waves both hands up in the air* Hi, Marcus~!🥴 Welcome to the Capitol! I hope to see you at my wedding!

Marcus: This must be a fever dream.

Sabyn: More like a nightmare.

Drunk!Sejanus: So how’s District 2,

My bro~? Did they miss me?

Reaper: You’re bros?!

Dill: You know these people, Marc-

Marcus: No! They’re clearly talking about a different Marcus!

Treech: Who is apparently also from District 2?!

Drunk!Coryo: We also brought you some gift baskets and ham sandwiches~!

Drunk!Sejanus: We should celebrate!

Drunk!Lysistrata: Yeah~! Where are the confettis?! Festus, where are the mini party poppers?! Did you eat them too?

Drunk!Festus: Wait just a minute, Lizzie~. I still need to put my skirt on- Where’s my skirt?!

Drunk!Coryo: You’re wearing them on your head, stupid~!

Tanner: Oh, Panem, Horn of Plenty! Please don’t tell me they’re in charge of the Hunger Games?!😫

Treech: Oh, calm down, Tanner. That’s stupid if you think they’ll allow kids to do that.

Drunk!Festus: My man’s right! That’s so stupid!

Brandy: What’s stupid?

Drunk!Coryo: Making us your Mentors for this year’s Hunger Games.

Lucy Gray: What?! Why?!

Drunk!Festus: Can’t graduate if can’t do it!

Facet: You guys can’t even hold one drink!

Drunk!Coryo: Yes, we can! Look at us~!

Drunk!Sejanus: To be fair, our Dean said that he’ll punish us if we don’t participate~.

Drunk!Lysistrata: Yeah!

Lamina: So you’re Mentors?😧

Tanner: Our Mentors?!

Drunk!Sejanus: Yeah~!

Treech: F*ck! We’re doomed! Just look at them!😫

Mizzen: You know what! I like them idiots! They gave us these gift baskets and sandwiches. *starts eating*

Coral: Mizzen, you pig! Stop eating those evil Capitol cookies!

Mizzen: Why?! It literally taste like ✨Paradise✨ to me!

Drunk!Festus: Is Coral from District 4 here? I’m her Mentor-

Coral: Nope. No Coral from District 4 today!

Drunk!Festus: Why?

Coral: She said she ain’t available.

Drunk!Festus: But I got her a free cheesecake coupon!🥺

Coral: Cheesecake?!

Drunk!Festus: Yeah.

Coral: Hi! My name’s Coral-

Drunk!Coryo: How about one Lucy Gray from District 12? Does she know how to sing ✨Snow On The Beach✨?

Lucy Gray: *starts laughing and rolling on the ground*

Drunk!Lysistrata: Jessup~! Jessup from 12~? Where you at, my man? I have vitamins for you!

Jessup: Jessup ain’t here either-

Drunk!Lysistrata: Are you Jessup? ‘Cuz if you are, you’re just up my alley-

Peacekeepers: Ok! That’s enough! Show’s over! We’re taking the Tributes to the zoo!

Drunk!Coryo: *points at the Tributes’ truck* Is that the party bus?

Peacekeepers: Party what?

Drunk!Coryo: Can we ride with them to the zoo?🥺

Drunk!Sejanus: Yeah! Can we, Sir? Pretty please?

Drunk!Coryo: Sir, I wanna ride the party bus with my friends!

Drunk!Festus: I call shotgun!

Drunk!Lysistrata: Can I drive?

Peacekeepers: That’s it! Show’s over! Everyone, get in the freaking bus before I call the authorities!

Drunk!Sejanus: But Felix Ravinstill is the authority!

Drunk!Festus: And he said yes!

Drunk!Coryo: Yeah! We’re gonna ride the party bus!

Lucy Gray: Can we still keep the gift baskets and sandwiches?

Drunk!Sejanus: Of course! I’ll tell my Ma you like them.

Drunk!Lysistrata: Yeah! They better give those to the Tributes!

Peacekeepers: Or what, kid. You four are already in trouble.

Drunk!Coryo: We’ll tell Felix Ravinstill! Don’t you know that he’s the current President of Panem!

Peacekeepers: *sighs* We don’t get paid enough for this.

Reaper: *grabs a very drunk Coryo by the waist and carries him like a sack of potatoes* Damn! This one’s light as a feather!

Drunk!Sejanus: Hey! Let go of my boyfriend! He’s mine!

Treech: I am not sitting with those weirdos!

Marcus: Could someone please trade places with me?!

Jessup: Nah. We good. *starts to carry a very drunk Lysistrata*

Coral: Yo, I think my Mender just fainted.

Drunk!Festus: Mentor. Not Mend-

Mizzen: Can I get another gift basket?

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cryptomiracle · 8 months

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𝐃𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

content: creepypastas with a "crazy" s/o

Genre: one shot, x reader, obsessive reader

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WARNINGS!!

Blood

Obsession

Kidnapping

Toxic "relationships"

Swearing

Starvation

Mentions of murder

Mentions of dismemberment

A gun

This will be kinda like a mini series, feel free to request any characters! (I will only be doing one creepypasta at a time, so I don't overdo myself lol)

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ngl, I wanted this to kinda give off 2014 creepypasta fanfic vibes, hence the name 😭

Ticci toby:

Name: tobias erin rogers

Age: 20

Height: 5'11-6'0

Known information: toby is a sadistic serial killer, he often toys with his victims before killing them, he especially likes to hold his victims captive to torture them, or play mind games with them. He'll keep them for months at a time, only killing them once he gets bored, or tired of taking care of them.

The more he enjoys them, or the more entertaining he finds them, the longer he keeps them alive.

Unless of course he's ordered to kill them.

He often holds more than one person, sometimes kidnapping up to 3 people at a time.

He greatly enjoys, giving his victims "Stockholm syndrome" (Stockholm syndrome is a condition in which hostages develop a psychological bond with their captors) and in this case, that just so happens to be you.

about 8-9 months ago you were hiking in the woods, you went a little too deep in the woods, and saw something you weren't supposed to.. (toby burying a dismembered corpse)

you tried to run, and call for help, you really did.

But he was faster, his strength was almost inhuman, and he knew the woods better than you could ever hope to know.

Unfortunately, he eventually caught you. He knocked you out, and brought you back to his house in the woods, that was basically falling in on itself. hes always liked to take things slow, so he took you to his basement, and chained you to the wall by your ankle, the basement is dimly lit, it has nothing in it but a few shelves, a leaky pipe, and a dirty, blood stained, mattress on the floor.

after a month of only going down there to feed you (he only fed you enough to keep you alive) he eventually started to strike up conversations with you.

He'd start little by little, asking you if you needed anything (other than freedom), to bringing you things like a blanket, or different clothes. Maybe even giving you a little more food than usual..

By the 3rd month he'd start going down there more often, what he does down there depends on how you act.

Let's say to try to escape one too many times, or get too personal when you curse at him (like mentioning his mother)

he'll go down there just to break your spirit.

He'd do it over the course of a few months, just to make sure it really sticks with you.

When he first took you, he put you in that basement with practically nothing, right?

Well, if you act in a way that's not to his liking (rude, crying 24/7, yelling at him etc) he'll take the few things that you do have.

He'll take the bed, he'll cut off any light source down there, he'll take your clothes, he may even shave your head.

He'll stop feeding you as much, or even only feed you once you're at the brink of starvation.

Sometimes he'll go down there with a sandwich, or apple, and just eat it in front of you.

"how bad do you want it?"

He'll say while lightly shaking the food in front of you, like you would do to a dog.

"If you really want it.. beg for it."

Sometimes he'll just come down there to show you pictures and videos of his previous victims.

But, if you act in a way that he deems "good" he'll mainly just go down there to "hang out" with you

he'll bring you things like a note book and crayons, so you can draw together.

He'll talk to you about his day, (you're not allowed to talk back unless it's to compliment him, or criticize someone who pisses him off) or he'll bring a cd player down there so you can listen to his favorite song

After a while of doing that, he'll take the chance to manipulate you.

He'll start going on rants about his horrible childhood, (an attempt to make you sympathize with him) and make you comfort him as he sobs.

Other times he'll brush your hair for you, if you're "good enough" he may even let you take a bath.

with him in the room of course.

If you ever ask to be free, he'll start spewing all these different excuses

"I need you too much to let you go"

"d-do you not want to l-live with me anymore?"

"do I-I not treat you well enough?"

"what, am I not enough for you no-w??"

If you don't answer him, or you don't start apologizing, he'll stop talking to you all together for weeks on end, and only go down there to feed you.

He'll stop letting you bathe, you'll be right back at square one.

He may whisper little things like "you really hurt me, you know that y/n.." to you, just to make you feel bad.

Even though none of it is real, he genuinely feels nothing for you, his only purpose for you is pure entertainment until he can find another source.

toby is a very twisted individual, he fuels off of peoples pain.

He uses people to feed into his ego, and makes them think they need him.

The best case scenario would be for him to just forget about you, and let you starve to death down there.

By the 7-8th month, he'd already broken you.

The heinous amounts of violence, and manipulation he's applied to you, finally "worked".

He has you just how he wants you.

when you wake up it's toby.

When you go to sleep, it's toby.

He's everything you think about, how he feels, what he thinks, how deep your love for him is, how much he loves you, how you would do anything for him.

You would die for toby.

Your love for toby quickly became obsessive, once he made you aware of the lengths he went too just to keep you to himself

he's put so much time and effort into you, after all you've put him through, all the fights, all the escape attempts, he still stayed with you.

He still loved you.

He's so generous and kind to you, sometimes he even unchains you and lets you come upstairs with him

You're not allowed outside though, he tells you there are dangerous things out there, and people who will want to take you away from him.

And you believe him, why would toby ever lie to you?

He has no reason to, he could tell you how much he despised you, and you'd still love him, you're devoted to him, fully.

One day, he told you that he thought you might be lonely while he was gone "hunting", and that he was gonna get you a new friend

You were thinking that he meant a dog, or cat.. you couldn't be more wrong.

It was a rainy afternoon, you knew that because you could see through a tiny window leading out of the basement, you didn't know what time, or day it is because he didn't let you

All you know is that you've been here a while.

You hear the door open up stairs, and you recognize Toby's footsteps, they sound a bit heavier.. like he's carrying something.

You feel a twinge of excitement

you hear that same old creaky door open, and in comes toby.

Carrying an unconscious girl..

You can barely see, but it appears that she has mid length hair, she looks about 5'8, and she's very pretty.

He takes her to the other side of the room, and chains her hands to the wall.

The dim light shines through the window, casting a glow onto her.

She has brown hair, freckles, and tanned skin.

As you analyze her, that's when you notice a bobby pin in her hair.

You brush it off, and quickly forget about it.

At first you were jealous, but your worries were quickly dissipated when he did this, he clearly loved you the most, if she's the one thats almost fully immobilized.

he walked over to you, and kneeled in front of you.

He raised his gloved hand, and placed it on your cheek.

He removed his mouth guard, and lowered his lips down to your other cheek, he gently, and lovingly pressed a kiss into your cheek.

He lips felt cold pressed against your skin, almost as if he were a ghost.

His eyes are so dreamy, almost sirenic.

He let his hand linger on your cheek before he stood up, and walked back upstairs.

You turned your head to the girl, her body lay limp, almost as if she were dead.

you crawled over to her to get a better look, as you got closer you could tell she was covered in sweat, she must have been like you, running away from toby.

You've come to regret that, running away from him.

If only you knew how much he adored you.

Suddenly, her eyes shot open, and her breathing became labored.

She was frantically looking around the room

"it's okay.." you speak

she quickly looks at you

"where am I??" She says, her voice is hoarse, she tries to wiggle her hands out of the cuffs, but to no avail.

"a basement." You aren't rude when you say it, but there is a little sarcasm laced in your tone.

"oh.."

She sighs

After a few minutes of silence, she finally speaks again

"I'm jasmine... You?"

You stare at her for a few seconds before speaking

"y/n.."

She lightly smiles, you did as well.

After a few hours of small talk, you finally go to sleep.

3:58/15:58 am

"wake up"

You were roughly woken up by someone shaking you.

Its dark, so you couldn't tell who it is, but their voice is familiar.

you soon realize that it's jasmine, some how she'd freed herself from her chains.

"we're going to escape" she whispered

although she couldn't see it, confusion was plastered across your face.

You noticed that your ankle feels lighter, like how it feels when toby lets you roam around the cabin.

Before you could fully process what was happening, she had grabbed your arm and started to lead you upstairs.

you nearly trip as she pulls you up the stairs, and slowly opens the door.

the lights weren't on, and by this point your eyes are adjusted to the darkness.

the house looked as beat up as it usually did, the wallpaper was peeling, the floor was creaky, and the ceiling was still moldy.

She suddenly stops, and turns to you.

"We're gonna sneak to the kitchen, you keep watch while I look for a knife."

her tone of voice sounds strained, and desperate.

She starts dragging you again, when you stop dead in your tracks.

"what are you going to do with a knife?"

She turns, and looks at you, almost dumbfounded.

"we're gonna stab that sorry son of a b*tch that kidnapped us!"

Her voice slightly raised, anger was evident in her tone.

"oh.." you muttered, as you two crept through the hall.

You felt fury burn in your throat.

she doesn't know, she doesn't know how loving and kind toby is, how caring and considerate he is.

he's just misunderstood, and you're the only one who really understands him.

You two finally make it to the beat up kitchen, she lets you go, and leaves you at the entrance and starts going through the drawers.

as you lean against the wall, you start to look around the room.

that's when you notice something shiny sticking out from under the couch.

You turn your head to see her turned away from you, quietly rummaging through the shelves, and drawers.

You approach the couch, and kneel down to get a closer look.

It's a gun, a silver gun.

You remembered toby talking about stealing one of his "buddies" favorite guns, as a prank.

This must be where he hid it

You pulled it out, it was quite heavy.

You checked to see if it was loaded, it was..

you flinch as you hear Jasmine speak from behind you

"what'd you find?"

you quickly stand up, gun in hand.

Before she can say anything else, you point the gun right at her temple.

Confusion, and betrayal written on her face.

"I'm sorry, I really am.."

Right as she's about to respond, you pull the trigger.

The sound of the gunshot rings in your ears.

before you know it, her body falls to the ground, blood and brain matter spewing from the gunshot wound.

Silence surrounds you, you can feel your legs go limp as you flop into the couch.

You start to zone out, eyes focused on her dead body.

You drop the gun on the ground

You dont even notice the sound of toby storming through the halls

You lightly flinch when you feel hands roughly grab your shoulders

"WHAT DID YOU DO?"

He yells, his voice quickly draws your attention from jasmine, to him.

You try to speak, but you can't get the words out

"y/n.. what the F*CK did you do."

his voice is stern, he wasn't asking you, at this point he's commanding you to tell him.

"I-.." you hesitate

"she was going to kill you-u and.."

that's when it fully hit you, you had just killed someone.

Someone who thought they were helping you.

You immediately start sobbing, your tears sting as they roll down your cheek.

Toby embraces you, and pats your back as he does.

"I'm so sorry, I'm sorry toby, I'm sorry" you sob into his shoulder, your words are almost intelligible.

"it's okay.. you did it for me didn't you?"

you slightly pull away from the hug, and nod.

"Don't worry, I forgive you."

He whispers, his voice is now comforting, completely different than it was a minute ago, his expression has also changed.

His expression went from a confused, yet rage filled look, to a cheerful smile.

A smile that was a bit off putting, considering the situation.

He pulls you back into the hug, and you two stay like that all night long, until you fall asleep.

The next morning, toby tells you that you two have to bury the body "before it starts stinking up the place" and so you do.

You have her feet, and toby has her hands.

You two lay her body on the ground, you stare at her lifeless eyes, not even realizing that toby was talking to you.

"y/n!" He snaps his fingers in your face.

You quickly look at him

"I'm gonna go get some stuff, I'll be right back okay?"

You simply nod

As he walks off, you walk over to her, and close her eyes.

You can't handle her staring at you anymore.

Soon enough, toby comes back witt two shovels one for you, and one for him.

He hands you one, and you both start digging.

a few hours later

You were finally done, you went over to the body to help toby pick it up, but before you could toby kicked the body into the hole.

you stand beside him, as he shovels the dirt back into the hole.

You feel a cloud of guilt loom over you as you watch the dirt cover up more, and more of her corpse.

Tears start to fall from your eyes once more

As soon as he's done, you feel him wrap an arm around your torso.

You lean your head against his shoulder, and sigh as you wipe the tears from your eyes.

"I love you toby.." you whisper

"I know." he says before pressing a kiss onto your forehead.

I'm so sorry if this seemed rushed at the end, I wanted to get it out asap 🫶🏽

#creepypasta #headcanon #creepypasta headcanon #fanfic #ticci toby #creepypasta ticci toby #creepypasta x reader #x reader #obessive love

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ibelongto-tylergalpin · 2 years

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Could you do a Steve Harrington HC where the two of you take all the kids to the pool? They could tease you about being mom and dad 🥺

SLAY IM BACK!!! idk for how long tho cause my motivation to write is disappearing and appearing every few days so LETS HOPE ITS BACK FOR A GOOD AMOUNT OF TIME (also this has been in my drafts forever im so sorry it took so long) also this was not proofread just like any of my other shit and its 3:30 am so sorry if the end kinda sucks I TRIED.

~It was almost the end of summer, and you could tell that the kids were miserable

~Mainly because El and Will had just moved to California and they had no idea when they would see each other again, but also because school was starting soon and they didn’t wanna go back yet

~You were sure that they were at home with the windows open and multiple fans on because it was a little over 90 degrees out, so Steve called Dustin and invited him and the rest over to his house to chill in the pool since his parents were gone for the week

~Before you knew it everyone was at the front door with their towels and swim suits (Everyone meaning Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Max, and Robin)

~As everyone was waiting for the bathroom so they could change, Dustin was bothering Steve because he had no good snacks

~After a few minutes of Dustin’s nagging, Steve eventually gave in and told everyone that Robin was in charge while the two of you went to the grocery store

~The two of you were walking down the aisles, Steve pushing the cart while you grabbed chips and drinks. You also got things to make sandwiches for everyone when they get hungry and ice cream.

~You guys went to the register, paid, and left, but not before the cashier told you guys how cute the two of you looked together

~Steve trying to hide his beet red face>>>>>>>

~You guys got back to his place and saw that everyone was already in the pool

~“I thought I told you guys to wait for us?!”

~“You guys took too long” Lucas said as he shrugged

~“Where’s Robin? She’s supposed to be watching you guys”

~All of a sudden, Robin popped out of the water, causing Steve to scream

~“God, Robin! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

~“Nice shriek, Harrington. Very manly.” Robin said as she swam backwards towards the deep end where Max was relaxing

~You went inside and started putting the chips in bowls and you put the drinks in a cooler while Steve was getting changed. You were going through your backpack trying to find your swimsuit (shout out to everyone who can’t find shit in their bags because its like a bottomless pit)

~You finally found it and as you did you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist

~“Hey beautiful”

~“Hey handsome” You said as you turned around and wrapped your arms around Steve’s neck.

~“How did I get so lucky? You’re so amazing”

~“I know I am” You said as you rested your head on his chest. He pulled you closer and gripped you tighter as he rested his chin on your head.

~“And I’m...?”

~“Fishing for compliments” you said, teasing him

~“C’monnn” he whined

~“Fine. You’re amazing too. And very gorgeous. And you’re the perfect boyfriend. Happy?”

~“Very” You could hear his smile

~“Y’know, it’s really sweet of you to do this for the kids. It’s cute that you care about them”

~“Those little shits are nothing but trouble. I only did this cause I knew you felt bad for them.”

~“Yeah, sure. It’s okay to admit it Steve. You care about them. After everything we’ve been through with them, they’re like family. I know you love them.”

~He stayed silent for a second, not wanting to admit it

~“I hate it when you’re right”

~“Well then you must hate me all the time”

~Steve broke away from the hug and lifted your chin so he could kiss you. The two of you stood like that for a few seconds before you heard a soda can pop open next to you. You looked to the side and you saw Dustin standing there watching you guys

~“Dude. How long have you been standing there?”

~“A loooong time. You guys are cute. It’s disgusting”

~“Get out of here before I kick your ass, Henderson”

~“Steve! Don’t be rude” you scolded your boyfriend

~“He completely ruined our moment!”

~“Doesn’t mean you can threaten him with bodily harm!”

~“Uh oh! Mom and Dad are fightinggg!” Dustin yelled as he walked back to his friends in the pool

~“I’m sorry, what? Mom and Dad?” You said as you walked over to them

~“Yeah. Y’know since the two of you are always looking out for us. You’re the mom, Steve’s the dad.” Mike explained

~“Yeah and Robin’s like the cool aunt” Max added

~“Wow, high praise” Robin said as she floated towards Max and fist bumped her

~“That’s insane. We’re not your parents”

~“Obviously, but whenever we’re out you’re parents of the group. Y’know?” Dustin said, trying to explain

~You just stood there not knowing what to say so you went inside to change

~When you finally got in the pool you were relaxing in the shallow end with Robin and Max while Steve was messing around with the boys.

~After a little while Steve and Lucas called you and Max over and suggested that the 4 of you play chicken fight (that one game where someone is on another persons shoulders and you have to knock down the other team)

~You get out of the pool and force Robin to help you make the sandwiches for everyone

~When everyone’s eating all the kids are like “Thanks mom”

~“I’m gonna push you all in the pool if you keep that shit up.”

~After you’re all done eating you sit there and talk for a bit before getting back in

~Since you were still a little full, you decided to just chill on a pool-floatie and listen to music on your walkman

~You couldn’t relax though, seeing as the boys were starting to get rough again

~“Lucas! Stop throwing water in Dustin’s eyes!”

~“Mike! Be careful! The floor is wet and I don’t want you slipping!”

~“Max! Stop trying to drown your boyfriend!”

~“Dustin stop laughing at Max trying to drown Lucas!

~“Y/nnnnn! Lucas shot me in the eyes with a water gun!”

~“Lucas! What did I say about getting water in Dustin’s eyes?!

~“Steve! Y/n! Help!”

~You and Steve immediately jumped into the pool and swam over to Dustin who was yelling and when you got over he said he got a cramp and that he was okay now

~“I swear to god, Henderson”

~You were lounging on one of the chairs by the side of the pool, finally getting the peace and quite that you wanted, since the kids had started playing Marco Polo

~You just sat there relaxing when Steve went up to you and tried to snuggle up to you

~“Steve! You’re all wet!”

~Instead of getting up he re-positions the two of you so that your legs are to his sides and he’s laying in between them against your chest

~“Ugh I swear to god, Harrington, you’re lucky you’re cute”

~He didn’t say anything in response, instead he just dug his head deeper into your chest and started rubbing circles on your thighs

~The two of you just laid there in a comfortable silence... that was until-

~“OW! SON OF A BITCH!”

~You and Steve immediately jolted up to see what had happened and who had gotten hurt

~You saw Mike on the floor clutching his ankle as Lucas and Dustin scrambled out of the water to run to him

~“What the hell happened?!”

~“I was running to get the water gun so I could shoot Lucas and I slipped and fell. Fuck, it really hurts. I think I broke it”

~“No, you didn’t break it” You said as you examined his ankle. “You probably just sprained it. What’d I tell you about running around the pool, Mike? It’s slippery as fuck! You’re lucky it’s just a sprain”

~You told Steve to run to get the first aid kit in the house, hoping there’d be something to wrap his ankle in. You used to work at the public pool over the summer sometimes so you knew exactly what to do in this situation

~Steve came running back with the first aid kit and you quickly but carefully wrapped Mike’s ankle

~You all decided it’d be best to go inside since the sun was starting to set and they would have to be home soon.

~Once everyone had gone home, you and Steve were laying down in his bed

~“You’re so great with those little shits, y’know? You’re gonna be a great mom to our future kids someday”

~“Our future kids?”

~“I mean, yeah... unless you don’t see us together in the future? Shit, never mind, I shouldn’t have said anything. Just forget it hap-”

~“How many?”

~“Huh?”

~“Our kids. How many?”

~“Oh, I don’t know. I always dreamed of having a big family. Having 5 or 6 little nuggets kinda running around”

~“6?! God damn, Harrington, my poor vagina”

~He let out a laugh and pulled you closer into his chest

~“I mean it doesn’t have to be 6. I could settle for 3″

~“3′s a good number”

~“3 it is. 2 girls and a boy”

~“We’d be awesome parents someday.”

~“Yeah, someday”

#steve #steve harrington #steve x reader #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington can step on me #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things 3 #ST #st3 #steve harrington has a breeding kink

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richardxoliverxmayhew · 6 days

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SENSES & OTHER SPECIFIC HEADCANONS.

MUSE: Richard Oliver Mayhew

what does your muse smell like?

Warm and freshly laundered clothes. Some sort of pine-y, citrus, and minty cologne (I’m not good with men’s colognes). Occasionally butter, if he had just baked bread.

what do your muse’s hands feel like?

They aren't too rough, but they're certainly hands of somebody who's worked a lot with them. Mainly, he has some slight callouses on his palm and the tips of his fingers; often from his job at the bakery in the place he grew up in. They've softened a little bit since then, but they certainly still feel like capable and working hands.

what does your muse usually eat in a day?

Breakfast: Full English if he has enough time. If not then maybe some toast and eggs, or toast and bacon with a cup of coffee. Lunch: He doesn’t bother much with lunch. He eats whatever he can get his hands on and quickly munch on (I.e: usually sandwiches) Dinner: It depends on what he feels like that day. Pastas, Veggie Curries (He loves that especially), Fish n’ Chips, etc. Again, if he has time, he’ll go to a cafe for a cuppa or some coffee in the afternoon and maybe a slice of chocolate cake or just something sweet, really.

does your muse have a good singing voice?

It’s nothing professional or fit for stage, but he can at least hold a tune. Richard doesn’t usually like to sing in front of others. However, if you’re lucky, you may catch him humming or singing to himself as he does the washing up.

does your muse have any bad habits or nervous tics?

When Richard’s nervous he tends to ruffle up his hair. If he’s sitting, you’ll usually find his knee bouncing up and down. If he’s really flustered or nervous, Richard may end up rambling and maybe stammering.

what does your muse usually look like/wear?

He doesn’t usually like to dress up all fancy. Richard usually wears a lot of warm and cozy jumpers (his dark blue one if his favourite), with a pair of jeans, and some brown Doc Martens. Frankly, his style doesn’t really change much, minus for the addition of a hoodie, his black leather jacket, or a coat and a scarf. Other than that, he’s very simple when he picks out his clothes. Occasionally, he wears a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up all the way to his elbow.

is your muse affectionate? how much? how so?

Incredibly! Especially if you’re somebody Richard is close to, he’s not afraid to show affection either through compliments, hugs, gentle bullying and teasing, etc. However, the best way Richard shows his affection is by doing his best to be there for you, even if it’s just to sit and chat, he’ll give up his time when you call.

what position does your muse sleep in?

On his belly with one arm dangling off the bed and his face pressed up against the pillow. However, if the night is cold you’ll find him curled up under the covers and actually hugging his pillow.

could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room?

Depends. Richard tends to be louder and more energetic if he’s with people he’s comfortable with. His laugh, especially, would most likely be heard from another room. Richard also tends to be quite loud when he’s drunk or tipsy. However, if he’s by himself or with a stranger, his voice is modulated or too quiet at times.

tagged by/stolen: from my own old blog tagging: @vxctorx @dontcxckitup-m @ourpretender @mettleborn @kit-just-kit @honorhearted anybody else who would like to!

#richards thoughts;

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femmefatalevibe · 1 year

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How to Stop being friends with someone that’s insecure? I’ve worked so hard to build up my confidence and I realized my negative thinking had come back more than usual after being with this friend because they’re complaining or comparing themselves to me saying I’m very confident and just always overthinking and I always have to soothe them in their thinking and it’s exhausting and rubbing off. I worked so hard to be the best I can be loving myself, I really appreciate this friend but, I can’t do this. Plus they would like to hang out more and more and if I’m busy they’re ok but seem bothered if I say oh I wasn’t going to hang out cuz something came up but - then instantly they would be subtly offended. They also asked me to do a project with them that I agreed to, and now I’m like.. oh no how do I get out of this entirely? I hope that makes sense?

Hi love! So glad for you that you've done the work to establish high self-confidence! Always remember that people's insecurities give you insight into what they believe they lack themselves. These behaviors are a reflection of their own inner turmoil and have little to nothing to do with you, your behavior, or your life choices. Here are my tips:

How To Deal With Insecure Friends/People:

Make differentiation a top priority: Even after doing the necessary inner work to have a healthy sense of self, this reminder is sometimes needed. Do not internalize other people's problems like they're your own. They never become your problems just by listening to others' complaints. You can choose whether to allow these external emotions to dictate your mood or inner world. Think of their constant complaints like you're watching a TV show or reading an engrossing book: You're emotionally drawn to the characters, but always a voyeur – not an active character in the plot.

Establish, communicate, and uphold your boundaries: Be direct and remain calm when communicating the topics you're willing (or not willing) to discuss when you're available (or not) to speak/meet up, when you need to end a conversation, etc. You cannot maintain the capacity to support others without first prioritizing/taking care of yourself.

Remind them of their strengths and capabilities: Using this tactic is a great way to be a supportive friend without internalizing an insecure person's baggage. Insecurity is a byproduct of low self-esteem. While it will take some effort on their part, highlighting the person's strengths can be a motivator for them to start working on some of their goals independently or check in a little less frequently. Encourage them to take immediate action on a project, new hobby, conversation, new career or course opportunity, etc. they're discussing with you. Frame it with a script that includes sentiments like "you're so good at/talented with "x" skill or subject matter, you should consider enrolling/emailing a contact/updating your resume, right away to take advantage of this exciting opportunity."

Provide them a chance to self-reflect: If the previous strategy is unsuccessful, feel free to kindly help them self-reflect on their struggles. Calling out someone's bad behavior directly must be done with tact and compassion, so make sure to use a "compliment sandwich" (positive remark, constructive criticism, positive remark, or likely positive outcome that results from taking action on said criticism) and only call out the missteps in someone's actions. Never personalize the person's bad behavior as a flawed personality trait (e.g. Behavior callout: Your constant messaging is draining my energy while I'm studying/at work. I don't think I'm the right person to help you. Maybe try to research "x" matter to ideate some creative solutions first. vs. Personality callout: You're so clingy. It's so draining and unbearable. Why can't you learn to manage your dilemmas by yourself?). Encouraging someone to analyze their behavior can lead to a new level of self-awareness for a person. Criticizing someone's character is both antagonistic and unproductive – you're making their insecurity seem like an inherent, unfixable trait rather than an opportunity for growth, evolution, and acquiring a new skillset.

Offer them a resource for support: Send them a quick link to a website or social media page to redirect their attention and provide them a chance to help themselves. Guide them towards becoming more competent – it's the key to self-confidence, as you probably know through your healing journey.

Don't reach out: Plain and simple. Out of sight, out of mind (unless for some reason you have reason to believe they're a danger to themselves, of course).

As a last resort, make it a "it's me, not you" situation and part ways: Once you've established boundaries and attempted to redirect their attention or promote self-reflection, you've done everything you can as a supportive friend. If they overstep your stated boundaries and expectations more than once or refuse to stop asking you to overextend yourself, let them know that their demands are past your personal limits, and you cannot take the weight of their frustrations. A nicer way to frame this is to communicate that you need to take some space from the relationship as you're heavily focusing on certain goals in your life at the moment.

Hope this helps xx

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 years

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Spring Fever

Request: I wish Steve would take his reader out for a beautiful picnic on a meadow, pamper her, reading to her, giving her soft kisses on her cheek. To sum it up make her feel like a princess or a character out of a Jane Austin book 😌 from anon +"Putting my hands around your neck makes me feel like I'm holding the whole world in my hands." from @oliviahiddleston10

Warnings: this is a dark drabble and will include elements such as noncon, age gap, choking. Not all elements are explicitly flagged, proceed at your own risk.

Note on Sleepover Drabbles: keep in mind that these drabbles may not align with the overall storyline of the Campus AU as they will focus on matching characterisation to given requests.

I would truly appreciate any thoughts and reblogs on these drabbles in spirit of the sleepover. Hope you are having a wonderful weekend and thank you for joining me!

Spring is long-awaited. A shred of brightness after a long sombre winter. A season of fear and isolation, dimmed by the presence of one man, still a mystery, and ever a menace.

“Who is he?” Flora’s question rings in your ears. You never have an answer for her, you tell her not to worry. She has her own pest, her own tormentor. She’s stronger than you though.

You cross your legs on the blanket as Steve sorts through the open basket of goodies. His favours never come without expense. He will want something from you, not that it’s hard to guess, that his desires ever differ from his stifling suffocation of your will and body.

Everything about you has become his. The dress you wear is one he chose for you. The memory of the dressing room, the quaking anxiety as he waited outside, the humiliation as you emerged, presenting yourself like some prize to him.

Who is he? You know what he is but you still know very little of the man.

He sets out the plates and the cutlery, you watch him, twiddling your fingers nervously. When’s the last time you sat still? The fidgeting is so habitual you barely even notice. But they do; Flora, Cookie, Muse…

Don’t worry, you tell them, it’s just school. You’re a bad liar.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Steve asks as he unwraps a sandwich and places it on your plate.

“Nothing,” another fib. “It’s so nice out.”

“Pretty, like you,” he’s never short of compliments but they feel rotten. They remind you of how he fooled you, how you feel for his sweet words that first night. And those meaner words that keep you under his thumb.

“Thank you, Stevie,” he likes it when you call him that. Only you. It keeps him calm.

He continues to set out the picnic. You wait patiently, not much of an appetite as you peer around at the budding flowers and inhale the scent of the bloom.

You wince as he moves towards you. You bite down and keep from cowering as he sits against you, his arm around your back as he clings to you. He’s looking at you, you face him, shy beneath your lashes. You see the lines at the corner of his eyes, the soft curved wrinkle by his lips, the crease in his forehead. He makes you feel small, young, and stupid.

He leans in and his lips meet yours. His hand brushes up the front of your dress and he tickles your throat, the tenderness of bruises thrumming at his touch. He parts as he breathes you out.

"Putting my hands around your neck makes me feel like I'm holding the whole world in my hands,” he frames your throat with the vee of his thumb and index, “do you understand. You are my world.”

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #mcu #marvel #captain america #campus sleepover #au #campus au

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short-black-diamond · 9 months

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a maybe obey me request:

the reader is asexual and has gradually gotten along with all of the brothers except Asmo, due to a fear of how overtly affectionate/sexual the demon can be. it’s gotten to the point where the brothers devise a plan to make the reader spend some time with asmo and form a friendship; or if not an understanding that even though he’s a lot, asmo does care in his own way

Ohhhhhh I know that feeling too well my love. I hope that nobody's touching you without your consent, and if they do, call me, I'll kill them nice and slow. <3

I just can't live with the fact that some ppl ignore boundaries and so however they please like bitch can you maybe not touch me?

Your name is MC and you're a sheep in this fic

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"Don't worry, I'm here."

The brothers felt bad for Asmo.

I mean, sure, Asmodeus was sometimes overly affectionate on purpose, but it seemed that whenever he wanted to hug MC or pat their shoulder or just touch them platonically in any way, the sheep just...looked at him with a frown and a raised hand, muttering a soft:

"Please don't do that."

And Asmodeus always pouts cutely as you walk away, and while you do, you let out a sigh of relief. You knew that Asmo couldn't really...ground his affections and desires because of his position, but he could at least tone it down with the verbal affections.

You nearly had a stroke whenever Asmodeus flirted with you, because it'd always sound sweet and you'd think he was being innocent just this once, before he ruins the mood and builds up your guard around him even stronger when he scooches closer to you with a smirk. Of course, you go away right away before he has a chance to do anything else.

...

"I feel bad for Asmo,", Levi mumbles as he fixates his orange eyes on the screen in his phone, thinking back to the time when Asmodeus tried hugging you after a compliment you gave him, but he instead crashed against the wall as you ran away.

"Me too.", Mammon mumbles as he counts a few coins he found on the way from the school to the house of Lementation. He thought back to that one time where you were forced to sit next to Asmo, who couldn't help but lean into your neck and smell at your fragrance, and you pushed him away with a disgusted face.

Of course, Asmodeus couldn't be mad at you, how would he? He already came to terms with the fact that there were some people in this world that didn't need all that body contact and pleasure, just a small high-five and fist-bump being enough for them to count as physical touch.

"Well, we certainly need a plan.", Satan speaks up as he holds up a book. "I've read that handholding is pretty popular amongst asexual people, because there are many ways to hold hands; interlacing the fingers with each other, rubbing the thumb on the other person's back of their hand, and holding pinkies.", he listed, and Leviathan blushed at the thought of holding hands with someone.

Lucifer nodded. "That's actually a good idea, but how would you like MC and Asmodeus to hold hands when MC quite literally despises Asmodeus' touch?", the eldest brother asked.

Satan raised his hands before he lowered it with a frown. "I-...don't know."

"What if they go to that scary place from the human world?", Beel asked through a stuffed mouth and Lucifer had marks in his temple as he asked Beel to swallow his food before he said something.

Beel ate up his sandwich, before he spoke about his idea. "Since October is slowly pulling up in the human world, they already have decorations for halloween...although it's like, two months too early... but still. I once went with my friends and it was rather scary..", the avatar of gluttony mumbled before he bit into the next closest burger.

Lucifer looked up in thought. "That might actually work...mammon, challenge Asmodeus and MC to go there, I'm sure Asmodeus would accept.", he ordered, and Mammon nodded.

No need to throw tantrums when he wanted MC and Asmo to get closer platonically right? Also he was glad that he didn't have to go to that spookhouse.

...

"A spookhouse? Sounds neat.", you shrugged as you looked at Mammon.

"Eh? Isn't that for younger kids?", Asmodeus asked before he looked at his nails.

"Beel and his friends went there too!", Mammon exclaimed, and for once, Asmodeus didn't hear a lie from Mammon's mouth.

"Is that a bet or something?", the avatar of lust asked, voice laced with suspisciousness towards his elder brother.

Mammon sighed in exasperation before whispering something into Asmodeus' ear. After a moment, the two composed themselves again and Asmodeus acdepted.

...

"AHH!", the blonde screamed in fear as another skeleton fell from the ceiling and nearly right on top of him. you just stood next to him, your hands in your pockets.

'Beel, why didn't you keep the spookhouse to yourself? And why is Asmodeus of all brothers here with me today?', you thought as you watched him close his eyes tightly as he hugged himself.

Now, you felt bad for Asmodeus as well. He really looked like he didn't enjoy it here, and for once, you let your guard down.

"Hey.", you spoke gently after you sat down next to him. He held his ears shut, his legs close to his chest and you didn't like the way his clothes got dirty from all the dust and dirt on the ground.

You slowly put your hand on his shoulder, and he flinched. But you pressed down, and Asmo finally opened his eyes as he had tears in his eyes.

"wanna leave?", you asked, and Asmo nodded. You stood up before reaching out your hand. Asmo looked at you with a face full of unsureness, and the question lingered in the air.

'are you really okay with that?', his eyes asked.

you opened your hand more in yes.

And he slowly brought up his hand, giving you the chance to pull back, but he got the message after your hand held his and helped him stand up.

"Let's get the heck outta here.", you said, and Asmo nodded as he wiped away his tears.

'Holding hands like this...is not so bad.', you and Asmo thought, and for once, his dirty mind was completely gone, instead having a calm and warm and comforting feeling in his stomach when he looked at your hand which was holding his tightly.

so tightly, as if to say: "Don't worry, I'm here."

And with holding his hand tightly, you and Asmodeus went home.

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bruh I think I kinds messed it up? But I dunno, btw are you okay with handholding? Because i did and i played with the thought of maybe holding pinkies but then it wouldn't be as dramatic you know?

Anyways, I hope you liked it, and if not, tell me and I'll try to do better next time!

Read you in the next post!

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leighsartworks216 · 2 years

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Just A Child

Darkiplier x teenage!gn!reader (PLATONIC)

Requested by 🖌 Anon:

“Bro (/gn), Would you be willing to write something about this idea? So, in the Markiplier universe- under the assumption that Actor has been Mark in each project- he kinda drags Viewer (Ima call them V) along with him, right? So, imagine if instead V was actually just a nervous teen. (Obviously the people in each universe would just be complimenting V, not flirting) So, they're sticking with Mark since they don't really have anyone else to rely on or anything. But what if they don't really like Mark, and see Dark as a more stable... well... everything. An you know how Dark seems kinda hooked on getting V "out of Mark's grasp" basically? So, what if V takes him up on that, and Dark DOES manage to get V away from Mark, and like, takes them back to the Ego mansion or smth and kinda just helps them adjust and interact with everyone and more-or-less becomes their caretaker/guardian? If not, that's fine! Either way, have a great day/night/etc. :)”

I highkey had a hard time writing this one and I'm not, like, 100% happy with it but idk maybe it's just bc I've been working on it for a while lol

Warnings: Actor is a creep in this (mostly implied), hurt/comfort-ish?

Word Count: 1563

Masterlist

You fidgeted as you walked through the theater again. The incessant “Bonjour”s were giving you a headache at this point. And the most you’d had to eat was a sandwich. Though, it was a while ago since that happened…

“The romance?... Or the horror?”

The last time you came through here, you’d “watched” the romance. It was… something.

You pointed at the horror door.

“Good idea! I’ve actually never seen this play before. I don’t even know who made it, so…” Mark shrugged, smiling that fake, plastered-on grin as always. “Could be a fun adventure.”

“Good luck!” One of the waiters… employees… One of the men that seemed to work everywhere you went stared dead at Mark. It was the first time you saw him so serious.

Mark also seemed unsettled. “Oh, okay. Alright.” He did a little salute as he said, “Bonjour!” to the employee.

As you followed Mark to your seats (him going on a one-sided dialogue about how he was a “patron of the arts” and so on), you couldn’t help but feel… unsettled. You looked around. Nothing was out of place since the last time you came through here. And yet, a chill still ran up your spine as you sat in the front row seat, directly in front of the lone table on stage.

“You want some popcorn?” It was futile to reach for a piece, but you tried anyway, before the carton of kernels was pulled away. “OH! It’s starting!”

Was it?

When you turned back to Mark to ask him just that, you found his chair empty. The cold feeling of dread covered your shoulders like a blanket. Your gaze found itself once again fixated on the table on the stage. Creaking sounded from every corner of the room. A high pitched whine rang out, coming from within you just as much as it was coming from around you. The room began to distort. Change. Shift.

And then it was dark.

“You’re… different.”

You would have screamed, but you couldn’t feel yourself anymore. It felt like your body had been swept away, like all that was left in this void was your conscience. Instead, you stared.

The man before you looked like Mark. But he felt… wrong. Looking at him gave you a headache. His skin was pale, lacking any color at all. In fact, the only color you could see anymore were glitches of red and blue that clung to his suit and formed distorted versions of the man standing behind himself.

The man tilted his head. His neck cracked sickeningly. “So,” he mused, though his voice lacked any mirth, “he’s dragging along helpless teenagers now… How pitiful.”

Who are you? echoed around in your mind. He didn’t answer your question, if he even heard it at all.

“I know this must seem confusing, like a bad dream you can’t wake up from… But believe me when I tell you that it is all his doing.”

In a blink of an eye, you found yourself sitting at the table from the restaurant. The only difference, aside from the nothingness that surrounded you, was the man in Mark’s place. He had his fingers interlaced, hands resting on the edge of the table.

“Endless choices, all leading you back here.”

A voice whispered from the darkness. Trapped. A moment later, the man was saying the same thing.

“You’re trapped in his little game.”

Your voice came as little more than a whisper. It faded into the darkness surrounding you.

“How do you get out?” He tilted his head at you. Curious, studying. As if he didn’t expect you to ask such an odd question. “I can help you.”

In another flash, you were back outside. You weren’t sure where, but it felt less suffocating than the endlessness from before.

“Enough of the choices. Enough of this endless cycle of meaningless.” He straightened up, brushing his hair back from his face before holding out his hand. “I can get you out of here. You just need to let me i-”

“Oops.” The world was dark again. You didn’t look up from your chocolate ice cream. “Looks like you made the wrong choice.”

“I-I shot someone.”

Even after all of this fake Mark’s reassurances that it would be okay, your hands were still shaking. The heavy weight of the gun still sat in your palms. But every time you looked, it wasn’t there.

The man, entity, whatever he was, watched as you picked up your spoon. It trembled and shook in your grasp. He worried for a brief moment that you would drop it before it even reached the bowl.

“I’m sorry.”

You looked up. The blue and red that surrounded him seemed dimmer than earlier, softer. You couldn’t hear the ringing that pressed against your skull. He thought you looked like an infant - too young and small to be dragged into Mark’s mess.

“What I promised you still stands.” He reached his hand across once more. His hand was ice cold as it grabbed yours, stilling your tremors. “I can get you out of here.”

You should have been terrified. First Mark, with his uncomfortable flirting, as if this was all just some role that needed to be played. Then the endless loops. And now…

“Wh-What.” You cleared your throat, trying to steel the dread in your soul. “What’s your name?”

He tilted his head, brow furrowing. He seemed to ponder this for a moment.

“Do you have a name…?”

“I used to,” he admitted. A flash of… something in his eyes. “I suppose, for simplicity’s sake, you may call me Dark.”

You whispered his name with a mixture of awe and curiosity. “M-My name is-” The world fell away before your eyes.

You blinked up at the building before you. A… museum? Paintings hung on walls peeked out of the large glass windows. You could just barely see a sculpture inside. You looked down at your clothes and found you were wearing all black. A grapple gun rested on your hip.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

Turning on a dime, you were face to face once again with Mark. His lips curled into a cheshire grin. There was too much knowing in his eyes.

“You’re not backing out now, are ya?”

Your phone buzzed. You pulled it from your pocket with trembling fingers.

Don’t you feel like you’re running in circles?

You didn’t recognize any of the portraits on the walls. All of them had their eyes crossed out. And it felt like they were… whispering to you. The only one that looked even remotely familiar sat at the end of the hallway. It looked like-

“Same snake, different skin.”

You wheeled around, heart racing in your chest. Dark stood there, hands behind his back, in a white suit this time. He looked just as malcontented with your presence in this “game” as he had the last time you saw him.

“Always spinning his yarns, his webs, his lies.” He sighed, tilting his head. He seemed almost like a disappointed parent, scolding you for staying out too late. “I always thought that you were trapped in his games. Perpetually plunging down the rabbit holes of his stories. Helpless. Lost.”

You looked over your shoulder at the last portrait. The paint had flaked away and fallen off, but you remember the smiling face that was there before. The disgusting, plastered-on smile that was always there. “Was that Mark?”

The entity hummed. In a flash of red and blue, he was standing in front of the painting, scowling at the gilded frame. “He is behind all of this. Pulling the strings like a puppeteer controlling a marionette.” His gaze flicked over his shoulder. You swallowed at the implication.

“Last time…” Your brow furrowed. How long ago had that been? How long ago was it that you sat at the ice cream parlor, being comforted after shooting Mark? You swallowed, and pushed back the thought. Dark’s face softened, as if he knew what had crossed your mind. “Last time you said you could get me out of here.”

He turned his body to face you. Haloed by the light above the picture, he nodded. “I can.”

Unbidden, tears welled in your eyes. “Please.” You bit your lip, fighting the shake in your voice. “Please get me out of here.”

He stepped forward, stopping a few feet in front of you. His face was somber, gentle. He seemed to look you over for a minute. Perhaps he was seeing what you’d gone through - the prison, the forest, the pirate ship, the cave. Every now and again, an image of himself would turn to the side and scream.

You swallowed hard. Would he turn you away now? He so openly gave you his hand before, offered a way out. Would he abandon you in this loop now? A warm tear fell down your cheek.

“Please.”

Cold arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a broad chest. A hand carefully cupped the back of your head. “I will get you out.” He held you as you clung to him and cried into his suit. He could only hope they were tears of joy and relief, and not for the choices you’d been forced to make. You were just a child, after all. And he would make sure Mark knew, too, when his time came.

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