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cuethediscoandthedrinks · 1 year

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some random nsfw + sfw jake sully hcs~

bc we all need derpy jake. and sexy jake. here u go 🤭

sfw~

• lovessssss massages. any kind, but always receiving them. if you ask, he'll give them to you, but he's more for lightly tracing your skin, or feeling you up as opposed to concerted massages

• but for jake? lie that 8ft catboy down, get massaging on his shoulderblades or thighs, and he's now pretty much putty in your hands. he'll agree to almost anything, and probably fall asleep before you're even done

• loves playing tag. he's a grown-ass na'vi, but also a delinquent who's still not over the concept of having working legs; so ask that boy to chase you and he'll get right on it

• he has a lot of surplus energy, so weaving through the thick undergrowth, batting away stray leaves and prancing between aged roots is his jam. he especially loves the little excited giggles you let out as you prance away, or the sound of your quickened heartbeat when he's sneaking up on you as you hide in some shrubbery, or behind a big tree trunk and let's not lie, this 100% leads to a good ole' playful fuck

• still spanks plants. he loves to see them glow or change shapes because in spite of the abs and daddie energy, jake's still a literal manchild

• is an avid big-talker. during conversations, or when you're in the midst of fixing a broken object or making a plan, jake'll absentmindedly interrupt with lowkey the dumbest advice or idea lmao.

• less so when he's in charge of the plan, bc then he's really in the headspace. but if he's sort of on the listening-side, he struggles a lot with not just blurting out random stuff that pops into his head

• it's because of his adhd vibe really; he can barely pay attention unless you're looking him dead in the eyes, so what he assumes is a great method is in actuality a half-baked response to about one third of the actual conversation you just had

• makes a little 'heheh' noise when he works out a problem. oddly, things like saving communities and flying an ikran don't stimulate this response; instead finally getting the knot right on his loincloth, fixing the end of his broken bow or squeezing through a super tight space between two thick roots will get him all giddy

• either eats fucking loads, or nibbles. some days he'll barely eat anything, but maybe sneak-eat some of your prepared meal while you're distracted

• other days jake'll go unusually quiet, disappear, and then come back with a huge bowl of food just to plop down and eat the entire thing in one sitting, barely batting an eye and then undoubtedly have a tummy ache bc guess what's not the vibe? eating 11 whole fruits in one sitting with no breaks

• can't for the life of him remember sacred omaticayan sayings when he needs to. he almost always needs you to remind him about 10-20 seconds max before he has to say them, or he forgets again; him blanking on the respectful greeting of a different clan leader has def happened at least twice lmao

• does a happy jig when he finds the right route back to your home. when you've been out all day hunting, foraging or just exploring, he'll ofc forget where you actually came from. and if you're not an instinctual navigator, you two will be lost for some time, ngl. but once he figures out where to go, he'll kick a foot or do a micro-jump at the victory

• once flew his ikran so fast that his eyepiece slipped over his eyes and nearly killed him and his dragon. he like bejewelled it with new things one time, and felt the need to brag about it but didn't account for the excess weight. after the ordeal he elected to never tell anyone this, but has since not worn the eyepiece again lmao

nsfw~

• is a sucker for cleavage. he dgaf about the size, but irrespective of the place, the energy or the amount of seconds between having just fucked, he's still getting like just-seen-tits-for-the-first-time kind of flustered; he actually won't make any remarks or anything, but he'll do the classic double-take and maybe smirk a bit bc innately he's still a doe-eyed perv

• def has a foot fetish; and now that he's a huge blue boy, it's only increased. bigger feet, better colors, and as a bonus, they glow now. you can expect him to lift a leg up mid-missionary thrust and begin leaving hot open-mouthed kisses to the arch of your foot; sliding his warm, wet tongue along each of the digits too, some desperate, chesty moans escaping his partially-open mouth

• jake's a bit slutty. it's not unusual to associate jake sully with the himbo cliche, of course. but even more than that is his inclination to being just a little bit more provocative than necessary in situations;

• letting out a wanton groan from merely opening a tightly-sealed object, sitting with his legs spread, usually a hand resting on his dick, loves to stick his tongue out and/or lick his lips when he's thinking, etc. the majority of it isn't even on purpose, he just happens to have these ticks and make these noises although some of it def is ofc; no one doesn't mean to moan if they do it while they yawn

• has sought out sex pollen to use for the both of you before. he was initially a bit hesitant, but once he realised that it wasn't some pandoran viagra, but rather magic mushrooms that also up the horny to 120%, he was more than down

• has a size kink; specifically with his dick, but anything turns him on if it's got a size difference - his broad blue chest, his large hands that rake up and down your smaller body, or maybe his toned thighs that flex underneath your aching pussy as you grind down onto him. but his dick is his favorite

• when you squeal and writhe underneath him because it's just too big, it only inflates his ego; unlike someone more sadistic or dominant, jake'll take his time in stretching you out and coaxing all of that slick wetness from your pussy, all the while smirking in amusement and delight at your squirming

• he'll leave little cock taps on your entrance, or smear his throbbing blue length along your lips, and rub his bulbous reddened tip onto your swollen clit in tight circles; all in aims to eventually bottom out inside your wet warmth and clenching walls

• moves around a lot when you have sex. not like, the usual thrusting kind of moving, but straight-up fidgeting. things like moving his hands, needing to readjust something, his hair getting in the way, or a cramp/something spiky underneath his back bothering him are all pretty common

• secretly wants you to play with his balls more often during oral. he's a lil shy bean sometimes, and will most often emphasise his preferences in bed, but outside is a different story really; he just rlly wants you to but doesn't want to pressure you

• one time on an especially fruity date in the forest, after having eaten picnic-style under a large willow-like tree, you just began to touch yourself. that wasn't even the best part; the best part for him was when you rubbed your pussy into the grass

• for some reason that really stuck with jake; just the innate sexuality and eroticism of it. seeing your hips gyrate into the soft blades, grass becoming glossy and almost sticking together from your arousal. it seemed so natural for you, that it begged the question - had you done this before?? and if so, how many times? and why had he not been privy to this until just now?

• that made him the hardest he'd been in a long time. ever since that sunny afternoon, jake kept it as a class A spankbank memory. so now when he's roughly tugging and fisting his thick, swollen blue cock right towards release, the thought of you writhing in front of him on that patch of lush, green grass pushes him to orgasm every time

hope u enjoyed lovelies!

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juuuulez · 4 months

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📰 | part ten: capulet.

info: Carl Grimes x Saviour! Reader, slow burn, enemies to lovers, gun violence, father figure! Negan, soooomeeee ooonneee has a crush, teenagers in love.

summary: You tussle with your emotions regarding Carl, whilst Grimes and co pay a surprise visit to the Sanctuary.

omg i’m on fire!!!!! cliffhanger ending……but also next chapter will be similarly juicy so don’t fret! also half-written a carl x reader oneshot/drabble i’ll post soon between chapters :P

i’m so glad you all love my saviour reader story because i am her she is me…….this series is my CHILD i will defend it with my life!

-> masterlist <-

You hadn’t been to Alexandria in, frankly, what felt like years.

It was actually just weeks.

With an alliance between Hilltop, the Kingdom, and Alexandria, things for the Saviours were trickier than ever. Most of the time Negan spent in his office, trying to decode the best play. You helped, of course, and were practically running yourself ragged trying to keep things together at the Sanctuary.

It felt like everyone knew what was happening. Or they expected it, were waiting for it. It irritated you to no end, that others would blatantly show their disbelief in your cause, in Negan’s cause.

And then there was Carl.

You missed him, which was weird. He had become a constant in your life, the arguing and fighting, the pushing and shoving. But now your relationship had crested into something else… and you didn’t hate it.

In fact, you quite enjoyed kissing Carl.

Not that you’d admit that. To him, to anyone. Nobody needed that amount of power over you.

“You can go to bed, doll.”

You looked up from your lap, where a book of supply schedules was scribbled down. You were seated on that long leather couch in Negan’s office, whilst he worked on god knows what. Hopefully a viable strategy.

“No, I’m fine.” You tell him, politely. Too politely.

Truth is, you were hanging on by a thread. But with no supplies from Alexandria, nor Hilltop, the situation at the Sanctuary was becoming dire. You were trying to figure out how to jig things around so that everyone could be satisfied, or maybe even rethinking the points system, making the imaginary economy more competitive.

“I’m serious,” Negan insists, “You don’t gotta be doin’ this shit. It’s below you.”

You roll your eyes, “Who’s gonna do it, then? Simon’s corpse?”

The sarcastic comment earns you a glare in return, which does make you feel a little bad. You’d watched the brawl firsthand, and had almost tried to help Negan, if not for Dwight holding you back. Either way, it didn’t matter, for Simon was eventually strangled to death.

Brutal, but fitting.

Maybe you were trying to fill that void. The line between right-hand man and teenage daughter was thinning.

Negan rose from his seat, coming over to stand in front of you. He didn’t even need to lean down, swiftly plucking the tattered notebook from your lap, to which you groaned and leaned back on the couch.

He inspected it, reading over the numbers and scrawled figures. “You’re doing this wrong.”

“Yeah, well, maybe you should start making your wives do the bookkeeping.” You grumbled, laying down on the couch in defeat.

Negan tossed the notebook onto the coffee table, sitting on the couch opposite you. “Doubt they can count past ten.”

It was a terrible thing to say, but got a smile out of you. It was difficult to be in a good mood on so little sleep, so the tiniest hint of happiness was well appreciated.

“When will we go to Alexandria again?”

You tried not to sound too interested in the question, but couldn’t help yourself, and needed to ask. Not for Carl, just for supplies. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

“Soon. Give it another week,” Negan confirmed, though his eyes said he knew something more. “Awfully interested in that shithole, aren’t you?”

This caused you to roll over, onto your side, so you could glare over at the older man. “We need that shithole to survive.”

There was a playful glint on Negan’s face, the words earning a small laugh from him. “Maybe you do. Bet you’re just itchin’ for your little cyclops.”

The joke causes you to bristle, irritation rising as you hoist yourself from the couch, making a play for the door. On such little sleep, you weren’t in the mood to entertain being teased.

But Negan stopped you, that grin still on his face. “Hey, c’mon, doll. You know I’m just tryin’ to rile you up.” He admits, coming to a stand.

The glare remains, but at least you stop your escape, instead just standing near the door with your arms crossed. You’d likely give some defensive retort, but Negan is already speaking again.

“Everyone has their first crush at some point. I’m just surprised it took you this long.”

“I don’t have a crush,” You practically snarl. “I’m not twelve years old.”

“Okay, sorry. Not a crush,” Negan approaches slowly, like you’ll run off again, though is pleased when you stand still. “Sounds like it’s past your bedtime.”

Your nose scrunches up, eyes narrowed in offence as he continues to treat you like a child. But you know he’s just making a point to tease you, judging by that stupid grin on his face, so you try not to react.

His hands bracket your arms, giving you a little spin so that you’re facing the door. But now you sigh, turning back around, unable to just drop this conversation all together.

“You don’t care?” You ask. “Like, if I did have a crush, you don’t even mind? Not that I do, I’m just… wondering.”

Negan smiles, finding your half-confession quite adorable. “That’s what kids do, darlin’. Besides, the boy’s got his head on straight. Certainly got more balls than his father.”

You look down at the floor, a little pensive. “I don’t have a crush on Carl.” You reiterate, standing your ground, trying to sound firm in order to convince the both of you.

He seems to get the hint, understanding that maybe you don’t even know what’s going on. “I know, doll. Don’t stress it too much.” Negan drops the subject, letting his arm encase your back for a small squeeze before letting you go. “Go get some rest.”

You muster up a little smile, finally accepting the offer and scampering back off to bed. After all, you were exhausted, despite that inherent need to make yourself useful. Supply counts could wait.

It was a comforting space, your bedroom, one you retreated to whenever things got overwhelming. It was filled with photos and trinkets, candy stashed away in the drawers, all the things you didn’t have when growing up. It was your space.

That night, you fell asleep weighing the severity of simply going to Alexandria yourself. You passed out a few minutes into debating what transportation to take.

Fortunately, or, probably unfortunately, that wasn’t necessary.

For Alexandria had come to you.

Gunfire was a familiar sound to wake up to. Usually, it was a low-level squabble, or maybe one of the Saviours proving a point. Either way, it never lasted long.

But this time, there was shouting, and more bullets. It was enough to jolt you awake, pushing past that bleary state of consciousness and waiting, still, for it to continue.

It did.

You climbed out of bed with urgency, moving on autopilot as you threw on some jeans, not bothering to change from your sleep tank before bolting for the door.

Just as your fingertips brushed the bat, you realised it wouldn’t do. That gun was still locked away in the bottom drawer, so you reached for it, shoving a handful of bullets into your pocket before leaving.

Now, you’ve never been a very good shot. That’s why you preferred using the bat, or at the very least, hand-to-hand combat. You had terrible aim. But maybe now was the best time to fix that issue.

So, you made your way through the Sanctuary, swiftly stepping through hallways, gun at the ready. You were outside in minutes, the shouting becoming much clearer now, a voice you could recognise:

Rick Grimes.

“Fuck this..” You grumbled, growing irritated with this relentless back and forth. And now, they were in your home.

Another shot blew out the glass from above you, forcing you further against the wall, as the shards piled on the concrete. Some littered your skin, your shoulders bare, due to still wearing a tank intended for sleeping. You didn’t even have a bra on.

But there were worse problems, you supposed.

The gun felt heavy in your hands, fingers twitching around the trigger. Hopefully you wouldn’t have to use it, though that seemed like wishful thinking. You wondered where Negan was, yet believed he could handle himself. You and this gun were the main concern, a gun you had no idea how to use effectively.

You hid behind anything available, crouched down, trying to survey the surroundings. From here, you could see the scattered factions of makeshift soldiers, though Rick was now missing. You presumed he had a similar thought process to you: Negan.

That was fine, for now.

Clutching the gun tightly, you shifted into view, holding it outwards and discharging a shot into the distance. It echoed in the nearby vicinity, though there was too much gunfire to distinguish where it had came from, luckily. It didn’t seem to hit anyone.

What a waste.

“Hey!”

It was a whisper-shout, one clearly intended to gain your attention. You spun your head around, searching for the voice, amongst all the yelling and fighting taking place within your home. It took an embarrassing amount of time until you saw him.

Carl.

Thank fucking god.

He’d been watching you, on alert for your figure the second they arrived. He clocked your creeping approach into the battle field, ducking behind anything possible. It was almost amusing, the stark contrast in how you usually chose to fight, but made sense after you fired that hopeless shot.

You had no idea what was going on, assuming that Negan and Rick were off fighting, whilst a few Saviours tried to keep the rival gang at bay. Or gangs, plural. You guessed that speaking to Carl would be your best chance at getting a grip on the situation. That, and you weren’t in the mood for a defensive Saviour to shoot him.

So, you tried to get closer, looking left and right to make sure the coast was clear before ducking behind rubble or vehicles, anything to provide cover. Carl was used to fighting, sure, but felt slightly anxious for a reason he couldn’t pin. It was just a bad feeling, like something was not right.

This time, Carl called out your name, causing you to look up and at attention. He held out his hand, despite being meters away, a signal to come closer under the cover he’d found.

You clutch the gun tightly, safety off, poised at your side. But it’s difficult to see everyone, from this position, forcing you to inch out from behind the truck in order to get a visual.

Still holding out his hand, Carl waits, watching as you peek your head out.

Pop!

A shot fires, crackling in the distance, though it takes you down with a solid thud.

#carl grimes x reader #the walking dead x reader #negan smith x reader #twd x reader #carl grimes #twd x you #carl grimes x you #the walking dead #negan smith

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serafilms · 5 months

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song 35! candy (nct dream) + nishimura riki (spotify wrapped event)

honestly, today's the day, i’m gonna break up with you, i’m going to go see you, hope you'll understand

closest to a happy niki fic we’ll get i guess 😢 but happy birthday to the coolest guy on the planet (a year younger than me and still eating up my whole life’s achievements in one fancam) 🥳 requested by @sammm5225

“I love you.”

Riki freezes. What. Why did I say that? Did I just say that?

He did, in fact, just say that, and his face flushes as yours does too.

“W-what?”

Well, he has to commit to it now. “I love you,” he repeats.

Your cheeks redden even further and he can’t help but feel his stomach flutter. “I love you too,” you say, and Riki knows he’s absolutely fucked.

Because there’s no way he just said that, not now, not the day when he was supposed to break up with you.

Nishimura Riki woke up this morning with a warm feeling in his chest. He felt different today. The sun was shining on his face and the air was crisp and he felt light as his feet touched down on the floor. It was a good day, as good a day as any, but something was different about it. He checked his phone and saw a text from you.

Y/N: hii are we still on for today??

Right. Your date at the park today. He felt a twinge of guilt. He totally forgot about that, if he was being honest. He realised now that he’s barely even thought of you the last few days. Was that why you were asking?

Part of him wanted to cancel, because at that moment, Riki just didn’t really want to be around you. Not that he dislikes you, but he thought he’d rather stay home and just chill while watching a movie, or go to the dance studio or play football with his friends.

Riki looked at himself in the mirror in his room. His eyes shifted to the polaroid stuck in the top left corner. It was a photo of the two of you. You’re both smiling and you have a peace sign up next to your face, while his arm is looped around you and his hand is pinching your cheek on the other side.

He smiled at it with some fondness, but even that wasn’t enough to stir his heart. Nishimura Riki is not the type to make impulse decisions. But he does like to base them off of the logistics, and the fact was that he didn’t think he felt anything for you anymore. He still cared about you for sure, and he hoped that you’d still talk sometimes, but the jig was up. The expiration date on your relationship had passed and he thought that today might be the day to throw it away.

He picked up his phone and sent a quick affirmative text. Short and sweet, but not enough to make you think he was super excited for it. Because he was not excited, of course! What kind of psycho would be excited to break up with someone?

“But it is a beautiful day,” he admitted to himself as he walked down the street. The park wasn’t too far from his house, and he wanted to enjoy the time to himself on this lovely walk. Then, as he walked under the shade of a tree, something dropped right in front of him. He looked down and saw a tiny puddle of white and green liquid, right in front of his shoe. Bird poop. Riki stared down in disbelief. Well, thank god it didn’t land on him. They say this is good luck anyway, or something like that.

He stepped over it with a wrinkled nose and continued to walk down the street with his hands in his jacket pockets. By the time he arrived at the park, he could already make out your figure waiting on a bench. You were wearing a parka and your nice jeans, and your hair was neatly styled, and Riki felt a little bad that you put so much effort in. He’d try and let you down easy, he thought.

“Hi Y/N.”

“Riki, hey!” you greeted him with a pretty smile and stand to meet him. When he approached, he felt a jolt of shock when you grab his hand and lean towards him. Before he could stop you, you’d kissed him square on the mouth. Something tickled at his heart and he blinked in surprise before regaining his composure. Okay, this is fine. You’re fine, Riki. Be normal.

“I- uh, do you wanna go get some ice cream?” he asked. Yes, back on track. He’d get a jump on the gun so once he’d broken up with you, you would already be equipped with some dessert to console you. Maybe that’d soften the blow.

“Sure,” you beamed.

Riki led the way to the ice cream truck. He ordered your favourite for you without thinking, and regretted it instantly when you gave his hand a squeeze and leaned into his side.

“Aw, you two make a cute couple,” said the ice cream vendor as he handed you the ice cream.

“Thank you,” you said back.

Yeah, thanks a lot, ice cream guy, Riki thought bitterly. This was not going to be easy. But he knew what he wanted, and he had to stay strong.

As the two of you made your way to a spot under the tree where you usually sit, he steeled himself. He could totally do this.

His ice cream was left untouched as you both sat on the grass and he looked at you happily eating away. Okay, here goes nothing.

“Hey Y/N? I need to talk to you about something.”

You looked a little surprised at his sombre tone but you nodded anyway. Riki’s heart was beating very fast and he’d starting to panic a little bit. Okay, a lot. God, I’m about to go into cardiac arrest. He could see the headlines now. Nishimura Riki dies of heart failure at 18.

He looked out at the park, the grass green, the sun shining above him. The sky was so clear, so beautiful, and his heart seemed to stop for a moment, almost as if being rebooted before it started back up at a mostly normal pace. Something shifted inside him and he wasn’t sure what it was, but he was turning and looking at you and suddenly you looked like the most beautiful person in the world.

Your eyes were wide and glistening like some sort of anime character and your lips looked so pink and kissable, and now his mouth was opening before he’d even realised it.

“I love you.”

“W-what?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He’s speechless. You’re blushing and he can feel himself doing the same. Well, he messed that up. But it’s okay. He can work with this. Nishimura Riki swears he will never leave your side again. That’s a promise.

once again happy birthday ni-ki ‼️‼️ AND HAPPY CANDY SEASON EVERYONE START LISTENING TO CANDY YOU CAN ONLY STOP ON DEC 31ST 🍬

#nishimura riki x reader #niki x reader #nishimura riki #niki #niki enhypen #enhypen niki #enhypen #enhypen imagine #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #niki imagines #riki nishimura x reader #enha x reader #enha imagines #enha #written works !#2023 spotify wrapped event !

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kittyball23 · 5 months

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Close Call (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: Viva’s acting funny one morning after Poppy barges into her bedroom, but does her sister even notice?

A/N: Based on an idea suggested by @chipmunkfanno1love :) **Rated M**

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“Viva! Viva, Viva, VIVA!!!”

Poppy's voice burst with excitement in the same manner that she so enthusiastically burst into her sister's room from their shared pod. The Pop Queen twirled on the spot, doing a little jig, allowing the Putt Putt Queen just the fractions of time she needed in order to conceal what she had to.

Viva popped up from under the duvet, sitting straight up in her bed. Sheets were wrapped tightly around her body and being held up against her chest with one hand, while the other was planted firmly on the blankets that were beside her.

“Oh! H-hey, Poppy!”

“Viva!” Poppy cried again, trembling with joy. “I'm getting married! TODAY!!”

“Yeah! I know!” Viva said, plastering a smile onto her face that she hoped didn't go off revealing the nerves that the younger Troll didn’t even seem to notice were there. “I am, like, soooo excited for you! This is the most fantast-amazing thing ever!” Then, in a more hushed voice that she directed at the blankets, she hissed, “DON'T move.”

Poppy cocked her head, breaking out of her happiness for a few seconds to be confused. “Huh?”

Viva’s eyes widened, startled at the thought that Poppy might’ve caught on, but she brushed it off with what she believed to be a convincing explanation. “Oh, sis, don’tcha know? Sometimes I gotta talk to myself! Like, if I was to jump outta bed right now, you would totally not be able to breathe with the hugenormous hug I would give ya since, y'know… you're getting married!”

She was a little proud of her new made up word, and that the mention of the marriage worked exactly like the charm that she thought it would be.

Poppy beamed, and she squealed. “I know, right?! I can hardly believe it! EEEEE!!”

“YEAH!” Viva agreed, tilting her golden-curled head (perhaps a little more tussled than usual if Poppy had been paying closer attention) meaningfully over toward the door. “You should get going. The dress isn't going to put itself on!” she giggled.

“But Veevs, aren't you coming?” Poppy extended her hand out, about to grab her sister by the wrist and haul her up, though Viva scooted away before she did.

“NO!” she yelped, a little too loudly at first, enough to perhaps raise suspicions, but she quickly recovered, clearing her throat. “I - I mean, I’ll join you in a sec, sis, gotta take a morning stretch, gather up all my energy if I wanna have enough so we can hit the dance floor later on!”

“And also so you can jump up and grab the flower bouquet,” the Pop Queen said with enough suggestion to make Viva blush.

She tittered shyly. “Oh, you know me too well, Pops!”

Poppy put her hands on her hips and eyed the pink Troll playfully. “Uh-huh, and I also know you’re probably thinking about Clay right now!”

Viva quickly turned it around before her blush could get any redder. “Oh, and you’re not thinking about Branch? And how surprised he’ll be when you show up on the altar in your usual getup?” she asked teasingly.

Poppy put her hands up. “Oh yeah, you got me there, hehe! I’ll see you in a bit, Veev!”

She bounced off merrily, bringing the Putt Putt Queen relief. She exhaled a sigh as the tension of the nerves disappeared. “Phew! That was close…”

“Please tell me I can come out now.”

Viva giggled at the mix of desperation and annoyance in the muffled voice, and tugged the blankets from the bed away. In its place sat up Clay, wearing nothing more than the relief that was on his face. “Thank goodness,” he mumbled, and then quickly amended. “I, um, I mean, nothing against your sister, V! I like when she’s around, just, um, not after… um… not…”

“Not like this,” Viva finished, nodding in understanding, gesturing at themselves. “Totally get it.”

She averted his gaze timidly, twirling the end of one of her curls, and he averted hers, scratching at his bare chest.

“Uhh… she didn’t know I was here, right?” he asked after a minute of awkward silence.

“No, Clay,” Viva assured, chuckling as she patted his hand. “You are so cute when you worry.” Then she got up, retrieving her leotard and legwarmers from the floor and tossing his cardigan at him. “You better put this back on if you don’t want Pops to suddenly burst in here again and find you au natural.” She laughed when he peeled the romper off his face, the item of clothing having landed right on his nose and hanging from there.

Clay smirked. “Huh. I’m surprised she didn’t even notice our stuff in the first place,” he said.

Viva shrugged. “What can I say? Poppy’s like that!” she giggled. “When she’s hyper, she doesn’t notice much of anything except what excites her.”

“Sounds like someone else I know,” Clay said jokingly. “You might know her too. Loves strawberry milkshakes, and braiding hair, and - “

“When green-haired dorks shut their mouths for a sec so she can kiss him already?” Viva cut in, batting her lashes and leaning towards him.

Clay grinned, leaning in to fill the gap and answering her. “Yeah… that.”

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #cliva #viva trolls #clay trolls #poppy trolls #branch trolls #broppy #dreamworks #fanfiction #kittyball writes #grown up stuff fanfiction #100+

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yanderetheumbrellaacademy · 6 months

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I am curious what would yandere five do if reader wanted to dance with five.

Hmm?

He's too old to be breaking it down, yk?

With enough persuasion though, you might be able to convince him to do a little jig or something

NOT in public though. You only just got him to hold your hand in public and hug you in private [He has a hard time showing you affection and it does bother him]

I mean if he's at a party and everyone's dancing, then sure he'll dance with you, but if it's just you and him, you'll have to convince him to stop what he's doing to dance with you

You have to like set it up like a trap. Play music, dress up a little, candles, I think you get it. You have to appeal to his softer side, which isn't hard because he has a soft spot for you

If it makes you happy, he'll do it

Soft dances, like ballroom dancing kind of stuff. He's better than he initally let on

He does like being able to hold you and hear your heart beat. It soothes him

He could stay like that forever

He can just get trapped by you, but he always lets go of you when he finds himself falling to deep

Wants to do that kind of stuff with you. He's just not with the times and he's so very touch starved

Though, once you got him hooked, you're screwed

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everydayyoulovemeless · 5 months

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I saw the teen post, but what about Arcade, Raul, Vulpes, Ulysses, and our man Joshua Grahm parenting a young (orphan) child in the wasteland?

(Also your post are sooooo good<3)

Arcade, Raul, Vulpes, Ulysses, and Joshua Parenting an Orphan Child

➼ Word Count » 1.1k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Platonic ➼ A/N » I love all these teen/child asks! They're so cute!!

Arcade isn't sure what to do when he sees you wandering Freeside alone. He'll stand off to the side and watch you for a minute, contemplating whether or not you're accompanied by someone. He doesn't want to jump in if you already have someone taking care of you, but it is a dangerous place to be in, so the worry never leaves him. Eventually, he'll go up to you to ask you a few questions. He immediately takes you to the Old Mormon Fort when you tell him you don't have any parents. At least someone will have an eye on you there. He's not the greatest with kids, especially when it comes to raising one, so you'll be brought up by all of the Followers there. They'll all pitch in here and there as you grow older. They want the best for you, so they gladly teach you all they know to help you grow into a well-rounded and intelligent individual. Of course, Arcade will still be there, and you're always welcome to go and visit his tent. He just won't be the only one watching over you. It's ironically one of the safest places to grow up in, and you'll pick up a lot of medical knowledge during your time there. The KIngs will even come by sometimes to teach you how to fight (they teach all the kids in Freeside how to throw a punch) for when you inevitably want to leave and explore the Mojave on your own. Even though you're in the slums, it's a generally comfortable way to live. And, at the very least, you'll grow up around people who genuinely care for you're well-being.

Raul sees you all by yourself in a world like this and feels an immediate obligation to take you in or, at the very least, find someone else who can. He's nervous when approaching you. He knows what he looks like, and he's not sure how someone as young as yourself will react when you see him. So, when he does walk up to you, he's careful and as non-threatening as he can manage to be. You remind him of his siblings back in Mexico. Even if he hasn't known you for long, he'll come to see you like a little sibling. It's as if life is giving him a second chance and, this time, he won't mess it up. He'd die before any harm ever came to you, and he promises to keep you as happy as possible until he finally croaks. He'll take you back to his shack, set you up in a corner, and talk to you. He'll talk 'till he feels he knows you well. Then, he'll turn the radio up and try to cheer you up by teaching you old Mexican dances. It's hard to remember the hardships you endured all alone with the corpse doing a funny jig. Raul is great at getting you to forget and is a great father figure to you. He's patient, determined, and always does his best to make you smile. You'll be in good hands with him around.

First off, if you're a girl, Vulpes isn't going to care one lick about you. He has no issue leaving a starving, homeless, orphan kid to die out in the desert. If you're a boy, he'll begrudgingly take you in and train you as a soldier for the Legion. Chances are, he's not going to be the one to raise you, and you're just going to be thrown into a training camp, but maybe if he sees enough potential (or Ceasar orders it), he'll take you under his wing. Honestly, though, you're probably better off just wandering the desert alone. There aren't many positive outcomes that being raised by the Legion will bring you.

Ulysses feels nothing but anger and pity when he sees you. Anger at the world for allowing such a young child to suffer through the destruction of the Divide and pity that you're forced to live in it. It's disappointing at best, and he takes you in immediately. You seem to be one of the only things left of his old home, and he doesn't intend to lose you with it. He'll raise you to be independent and powerful--someone that the other factions will learn to fear sooner or later in your life--but for now, he'll focus on keeping you safe. Ulysses never leaves you by yourself, and, if he does, he makes sure you're at least with the eyebots. You'll grow up in a very isolated and indoctrinating environment, where the only real source of information you get is from the radio or Ulysses himself. He cares deeply for you and brings you up as if you were his own. There's nothing in the wasteland that could ever tear him away, and he'll shield you from the horrors of the Mojave as best he can. No matter how he has to do that. He's never afraid to get his hands a little dirty, especially if it's for your sake.

Joshua is confused, to say the least. Where did you even come from? As far as he's aware, the majority of the societies that were living in Zion had been destroyed, and you're definitely not from any of the tribes. If anything, he's concerned. Concerned about where you came from and what will happen to you if he lets you continue wandering. He thanks God that he found you before anyone else did and will quickly bring you back to the Sorrows camp to have you taken care of. The natives love you and teach you as much as they can about their cultures and way of life. They raise you as if you were one of their own, teaching you how to hunt, throw a spear, start a fire, etc. When he deems you old enough, Joshua will take you out and teach you how to shoot. Making sure you know how to live is his top priority. He'll train you just as he used to train the Legionaries, just with a bit more tolerance and patience than he had before. Joshua's biggest fear is dying too soon. He's old and has given God many reasons to kill him off. He's already made arrangements for you to inherit his gun and his bible when he dies, but that doesn't mean he isn't scared. He wants to be with you as a father for as long as he can and would do anything to keep you away from the Legion or the White Legs.

#fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #arcade gannon #arcade fnv #raul tejada #raul fnv #vulpes inculta #vulpes fnv #ulysses #ulysses fnv #joshua graham #joshua fnv #fallout new vegas headcanons #fnv headcanons

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kinkandkreep · 8 months

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♡︎ 𝐂𝐖: 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

♡︎ "__" 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞

♡︎ 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

♡︎ 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

♡︎ 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @missgab @sucidalbutpretty

You almost pity Mikey.

You can't know in the moment how thin the line between sanity and snapping he treads really is, but you do know you're only about to exacerbate the issue.

And you even think you're going to enjoy it.

In any other circumstance, you might have been appalled by even the thought of doing something so underhanded.

But you can’t see how else you’re going to make Manjiro learn his lesson.

Simply destroying his things and kicking him out will only cause him momentary distress, yelling and screaming will only tire you out. Both options, though they may be fleetingly satisfying, will still leave room for Manjiro to return to you, begging and pleading.

Even if he will be on his knees.

No, you want him to hurt the same way you hurt. Though you may not have fully acknowledged and felt out that hurt, you recognize that it’s there.

You’ll give yourself time to cry, but only after Manjiro does first.

It’s later in the day when you see Manjiro again. He’s come downstairs from presumably taking a nap, and you’re in the kitchen, earbuds in, making yourself something to eat.

You can feel Manjiro’s eyes on you from where you stand, jigging slightly to the music. You begin singing aloud, hoping he picks up on the message in the song.

I hope you both feel the sparks by the end of the drive

I hope you know she's the one by the end of the night

I hope you never ever felt more free

Tell your friends that you're so happy

You can see from the corner of your eye how Manjiro freezes up as he approaches you. A small grin curls your mouth, and you continue singing the next section of the song.

I hope she comes along and wrecks every one of your plans

I hope you spend your last dime to put a rock on her hand

I hope she's wilder than your wildest dreams

She's everything you're ever gonna need

And then I hope she cheats

You pause a little longer than the music does before singing the last of the lyrics.

Like you did on me

Manjiro still hasn’t moved, and you can practically feel his thoughts racing.

You continue humming as though you’re unable to tell he’s there, just waiting for the moment when he finally addresses you.

After quite a few moments have elapsed and he still hasn’t said anything, you take it upon yourself to say something first, pretending to be surprised when you see him.

“Oh! Manjiro. You know, it’s bad to sneak up on people like that.”

You chide him gently, teasingly pinching his cheek.

Manjiro watches you with wide eyes, and you return his gaze evenly, brows quirked expectantly.

“Do you need something?”

With those words, he seemingly snaps out of his reverie, shaking his head.

“U-uh, no. I just…I just came to let you know I’d woken up.”

You hum, turning back to preparing your meal.

“Alright. Well, I’ll be in the living room in a minute. Why don’t you go wait for me there?”

You can’t help but feel like you’re talking to a small child, and like an obedient little one, Manjiro nods and begins making his way towards your living area.

As he turns, Manjiro suddenly stops, moving to face you again. He approaches swiftly, placing a hand on your shoulder and gently turning you to face him. You watch as he leans in for a kiss, this time unable to stop yourself from pulling away.

Manjiro clearly notices, brows furrowed as he pulls back.

“You ok?” He mumbles, and funnily enough, you can see the slightest hint of wetness begin accumulating on his lash line.

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you nod, before easing out of his grasp.

“I’m fine, Manjiro. Just go wait for me, ok?”

You don’t wait for him to respond, and eventually you feel his presence move away.

After a few minutes, you’re done with your preparations. Moving toward the couch, you see Manjiro staring out of the window, seemingly lost in thought.

‘Hopefully he’s considering the consequences of his actions.’

You know it’s probably a long shot, but hope was left in the box for a reason.

Just as you’re about to sit, your phone begins to vibrate. Curious as to who it could be, you fish the device out from your pocket, exclaiming excitedly when you see who it is.

“Shuji!”

This catches Manjiro’s attention, and you silently delight in the frown that forms on his face.

The aforementioned man is requesting a video chat, and you can see him moving about before you accept the call.

“Ji-ji! What’s goin’ on friend?”

The man gives that signature lazy smile upon hearing your voice, eyes seeming to light up once they’re fixed on you.

“__! Long time no speak, huh? You doin’ alright?”

You’ve taken your seat now, steaming bowl of udon and onigiri balanced carefully in your lap. You talk as you get settled, setting your tray down on the table beside you.

“I’m doin’ well, thanks for asking. How’s work been keepin’ ya?”

“Pretty busy. But considering my line of work, that’s always a good thing.”

You nod, slurping up a bit of udon broth.

“Indeed. Where are you now?”

“I’m actually back in Japan, at least for a little while anyway. Got a client here who wants me to photograph her vow renewal.”

“Aww, how sweet! Let me guess, it’s an older couple?”

“Ding ding, you are correct. Her and her husband are really nice people too. I went to their house for the consultation- lovely, quaint little place by the way- and they fed me. The wife is an excellent cook.”

You giggle, and you can see Manjiro’s still present frown twitch slightly at the sound.

“Well, free food is always a plus. When’s the big event?”

“A few weeks from now. They’re currently stuck between two dates. Their renewal will be a more intimate affair, so they’re not too worried about it.”

You nod again, having made your way through about half of your meal while you two chatted.

“Well that’s good. So, other than that, what’s up? You need anything? I wanted to ask just in case.”

Shuji shakes his head, fiddling with something out of the frame.

“Nothing much, just wanted to chat with my favorite girl. It’s been some time since we last talked, I figured now’s as good a time as any to catch up.”

You’re sure the slight purr in Shuji’s voice is audible to more than just you, and you’re proven right when you see Manjiro shift out of the corner of your eye. He’s moved a little closer to you, trying to slyly get a better look at the man on the screen.

Ignoring Manjiro for the moment, you can't deny that hearing such compliments from Shuji makes your chest warm.

Perhaps Mikey can sense this, because he chooses that moment to make his presence known.

"Hanma."

The man hums, his smile faltering as he lays eyes on Manjiro.

"Mikey! Long time no see. How ya' been, bud?"

There's an edge to Shuji's voice, which Manjiro clearly doesn't appreciate.

"Fine. Thanks." Manjiro's eyes narrow slightly, and you can see that his jaw is clenched the most minute amount.

Shuji hums, before turning his attention back to you.

“So, I was thinkin’ about comin’ over for a visit. Seein’ your pretty face over the phone is nice but it’s just not the same as seein’ you in person.”

The warmth from earlier, which hadn’t fully dissipated spreads, and you can hear Manjiro scoff quietly.

You give him a warning glance, one which he pointedly ignores.

“Sounds good to me, we’d love to have you over. How soon can you be here?”

Shuji hums, looking upwards with a thoughtful expression on his face.

“Got anything planned for the rest of the day? I’ve been so dreadfully bored for the last little bit, and you know boredom and I aren’t a very safe mix.”

The two of you chuckle, both plenty cognizant of how much Shuji loathes being bored.

“Oh, I know all too well. I don’t really have any obligations so you’re free to stop by whenever you like. I’ll be here.”

You exchange a few more words with Shuji, smiling and laughing all the while, before finally ending the call.

“Well, we’re having company. Guess I’d better make the place look presentable.”

“Why go through the trouble,” Manjiro mumbles, looking very clearly off-put. “It’s just Hanma.”

“Yes, it might “just” be Shuji but he hasn’t visited since around the time of our wedding. That makes it special, to me anyway, and the thing you do when someone special visits is straighten up your house.”

“He’s “someone special,” huh?” Manjiro is looking at you know, an accusatory look in his eyes.

You resist the urge to scoff, unbelieving of his hypocrisy.

“Yes, Shuji is someone special to me. Is that a problem?” Your tone is stern, and Manjiro quickly finds himself unable to maintain eye contact with you.

“No it’s…it’s fine. I just…”

Manjiro trails off, and with a sigh, you turn your back to him.

“If it makes you so uncomfortable, then why don’t you visit Ken at the shop while Shuji visits? I’m sure he could use the help.”

Manjiro’s head snaps back towards you, an incredulous look plastered across his face.

“You’re sending me away?”

“You don’t have to go, Manjiro. But unless you can behave yourself, you’ll have to leave. I won’t have you being moody and passive aggressive toward our guest.” With a wave of a hand over your shoulder, you make your way out of the living room, leaving Manjiro to stew in his thoughts.

Once you’re out of view of Mikey, you quickly shoot a text to Ken, informing him of the plan.

You

I’m sending Manjiro your way. Shuji’s coming for a visit.

Ken Bes Fren 🐉

Are you sure? I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep myself from punching his adulterous face.

You

😂 Oh Ken, you’ve always had such excellent self-control. I’m sure you’ll be able to handle it. We can’t let him know that you know yet. And we especially can’t let him know that you were the one who told me about his infidelity. He’d definitely try to fight you then.

Ken Bes Fren 🐉

Alright, I trust you __. Send him over whenever. I’m at the shop, but I’m sure you knew that already.

You

Of course. Thanks Ken! 😁

Once that’s done, you begin the process of cleaning and organizing your space in anticipation of your guest. Manjiro is no help, but you can’t be too bothered by that right now.

Finished in the kitchen, you now make your way over to the living room. Manjiro’s gone, and you assume he’s upstairs getting ready to head over to Ken’s. You’re just finishing up there when the doorbell rings.

‘Huh, he got here quicker than expected.’

You excitedly make your way over to the door, smile widening upon seeing Shuji’s face.

“Ji-ji! You’re here!”

“I’m here.” The man chuckles, extending his arms for a hug.

You slide easily into his embrace, only slightly having to reach on your tippy toes.

The two of you stay connected for several moments, long enough for Manjiro to round the corner and catch you.

“Sorry, am I interrupting something?”

You and Shuji slowly detach from one another, not at all seeming bothered by Manjiro’s presence or words, much to his chagrin.

“Manjiro, say hi to Shuji.” Your brows lift expectantly, and Manjiro can feel the hairs on the back of his neck prickle at being addressed like a child. Hanma’s teasing smirk doesn’t help matters either, and Manjiro can’t shake the feeling that the tall man knows something he doesn’t.

“Hello Hanma. __, I’ll be heading out now.” He makes his way over to you, intending to leave a peck on your lips, but instead, he comes into contact with the soft flesh of your cheek, you having turned your head slightly at the last second.

“Alright, have fun. Be safe out there on the road.”

“See ya’ later, Mikey.” Hanma drawls, giving a teasing little wave to the shorter man.

Manjiro, being aware that you’re watching, only gives a silent nod, before hopping onto his 250, starting the engine and peeling away.

Finally alone, you usher Shuji into the living room, instructing him to sit while you head into the kitchen.

“What can I get ya’ to drink Shuj?” Your voice filters in from the adjacent room.

“Whatever you’ve got’s fine,” he hollers back.

There's some clinking and shuffling, and a few minutes later you move back into the living space, a tray with two drinks and plates of edamame and harumaki in tow.

"I hope you don't mind tea. I'm just…in a tea mood."

Shuji hums, a lazy grin plastered on his face.

"That's fine with me hun."

You can feel the heat from earlier return with a force. Hanma looks so relaxed and at home, long limbs spread comfortably underneath the chabudai. He munches lazily on some edamame, eyes meeting yours. The corner of his lips quirk up as he chews.

You can’t deny that you wouldn’t mind seeing him like this all the time.

The sudden realization hits you like a brick being thrown at your head. You’d always recognized that Shuji was handsome, in a, as much as you hate to say it, sleazy kind of way. Once he cleaned up his act, however, he’d become much more conventionally attractive. His shoulder length hair certainly added to the “sleaze appeal,” as you’d decided to call it.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

You snap out of your daze, quickly looking away at his words.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.”

Shuji chuckles, popping the last bean in his edamame pod into his mouth, chewing and swallowing.

"I don't mind, pretty girl."

Something inside you screams that you're treading a dangerous line, but you pointedly ignore it, deciding that you like a little of this kind of danger.

'I suppose Manjiro does too.'

The thought causes you to sneer and scoff, both actions being noticed by Shuji.

"You ok?"

"Yeah, I just…had a bad thought."

Scooting closer, Shuji places his chin in his upturned hand, elbow resting on the table in front of him.

"I'm all ears. If you wanna talk about it, that is."

You sigh, and internally debate whether or not you should tell him about Manjiro’s unfaithfulness.

You know you should keep private things private, but other than Ken you haven't spoken about it with anyone, and you know Shuji is trustworthy, despite his appearance suggesting otherwise.

You feel like you just need to vent to someone, someone with a fresh, outsider's perspective.

"Manjiro's cheating on me." You rush out the words over a long-suffering sigh, already sensing the wetness wanting to build along your waterline.

Shuji shifts and you look up only to find one of the darkest expressions you’ve ever seen him make on his face.

“So Mikey’s a two timing bastard, huh? I always did get a bad vibe from that guy. And that’s saying something coming from me.”

You chuckle wetly, reaching up to wipe at a stray tear.

Shuji beats you to it, however, thumb tenderly brushing away the traitorous wetness on your cheek.

“Hey hey, no need to cry over a piece of shit.”

“Believe me, I’ve had to tell myself that a thousand times at this point.” Your smile looks more like a grimace, and Shuji has nothing but the desire to comfort you in this moment.

He does so the best way he knows how, wrapping his lithely muscled arms around you and pulling you into yet another tight hug.

You quickly sink into the embrace, sighing for the nth time, this time out of relief.

‘He’s so warm,’ you think, somewhat deliriously. ‘And he smells nice.’

You feel Shuji’s tattooed hands rubbing soothingly up and down your back, which causes you to relax even further.

“I’m sorry, __.” He whispers, and he sounds so genuine.

Another squeeze, and the two of you separate.

Meeting Shuji’s violet eyes, you find them swimming with something you can’t quite place.

Lust? Rage? A mix of both? You can’t exactly tell.

Your eyes drift down to his lips.

They’re slightly chapped from the air, then shining from a thin layer of spit as Shuji lightly runs his tongue over them.

Your eyes remain fixed for a few seconds more, before Shuji’s hand moves to tilt your chin upwards.

“__,” he warns. “I know you, and I know you’re not the type to do something like this.”

“Maybe once upon a time I wouldn’t have been,” you return evenly, eyes silently pleading. “But circumstances are different now.”

“Are you sure,” he speaks lowly, face inching closer to yours.

You reply by pressing your lips against his, hands coming up to tangle in black and gold locks.

Shuji presses back immediately, humming into the kiss. He leans back, pulling you into his lap, big hands massaging your sides and ass.

You kiss languidly, though there’s a slight edge of desperation and longing that colors every touch of your lips against his.

“Do you…do you want-,” Shuji’s unable to finish the sentence, violet orbs frantically searching yours.

“Make me forget about him, Shuji. Take the pain away, even if just for a little.”

With a low growl, Shuji stands, taking you with him, carrying you up to your bedroom and proceeding to do just that.

ᵃ/ⁿ: 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

ˢᵒ…..ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵈⁱᵈ ʸ'ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈⁱⁱⁱⁱⁱⁱⁿᵍ? 🙂

ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ⁿᵉˣᵗ? ʷʰᵒ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵉⁿᵈᵍᵃᵐᵉ? ʷʰᵃᵗ ʷⁱˡˡ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵐⁱᵏᵉʸ ᶠⁱⁿᵈˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ'ˢ ᵖˡᵃⁿ? ʷⁱˡˡ ʰᵉ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ? ʷʰᵃᵗ ʷⁱˡˡ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵏᵉⁿ? ˢᵒ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵠᵘᵉˢᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ, ˢᵒ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒ.

ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸ'ᵃˡˡ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸᵉᵈ! ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏˢ ᶠᵒʳ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿ'! 👋🏾

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sahyoluvr · 1 year

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inciter - huh yunjin x femreader

genre: angst, fluff, rebellious!reader

warnings: smoking, swearing

(requested by anon)

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it wasn’t unusual for other idols to avoid you, seeing as you had been known to act cold to the people around you. your members were the only people that you knew the real you. you tended to avoid people because of anxiety.

during performance schedules you would notice junior idol’s hesitation to bow or greet you, in which nayeon and jeongyeon would make a great deal about after. it was easy to assume from your appearance, that plainly, you were unapproachable.

although being one of the youngest in the group you had a scattered lot of ink on your arms. jyp had been strongly against the request of getting tattooed, but seeing as you were considered ‘senior idols’, they couldn’t do much to stop you from the fight you put up. and when chaeyoung was inspired by you to get very own tattoos, you joined her for her first sessions, in full support of her decision.

so when an idol approached you from a ‘junior group’, you had a hard time reacting.

you knew exactly who she was. huh yunjin from le sserafim.

“hi, yn sunbaenim!” she spoke cheerily, “i saw your performance earlier, it was so good, i’m a really big fan!”

you gently smile at the excitement in her voice, “thank you, but your performance was just as amazing!”

“you watched it?” she asked, genuinely shocked by your response to her statement.

“yeah, your group is great,” you say while patting one hand on the shoulder, “your songs are amazing.”

“thank you so much, sunbaenim,” she lets out, breathing in a quick pace from the compliment, “i’ll let the others know as well, we really appreciate it.”

“please, call me yn unnie.”

as the conversation began to die off, you slowly walked backwards, feeling anxious from the new social interaction.

yunjin filled the fading tension, “unnie?”

you look down at her, her eyes were beautiful, like a doe’s. you hum in reply.

“is it okay if i have your number?” she quietly asks. you suppose she’s cautious while at music bank, possibly being caught by a staff member from her company.

you raise an eyebrow in question making her heart drop in embarrassment but you gently push her shoulder back. “yes of course you can, yunjin.”

the sudden use of her name causes her go red in the face. when you turn and face your phone to show your number, she looks like she tries her best to focus on typing in the numbers onto her own phone, though you can see she’s shaking.

you bid your goodbyes, and offer to send her a text while winking at her.

back in le sserafims waiting room, the four other members wait to hear results from yunjin. and when they see yunjin walk through the door with a blinding bright smile, their faces drop is surprise.

“wait? she actually gave it you?” sakura asks in confusion, terribly questioned as to how yunjin was able to do it.

yunjin nods eagerly, doing a little jig from her happiness.

“let’s be serious for a second yunjin,” chaewon looks at yunjin and crosses her arms, “if she really did give you her phone number, i’ve heard bad things about yn. she’s known to be off-handedly rude and disrespectful, i mean have you seen her?”

“yeah, she looks like she’s just been released from prison; with all those tattoos, it’s cool but, could you really trust her?” sakura says, agreeing with chaewons opinion.

the two youngest members scoff at the preposterous idea from their eldest unnie.

though to their surprise yunjin’s eyes well with tears, upset with the responses. she trusted her unnies with everything, so at their suggestion of her avoiding you, she accepted the fact that what you had conversed about before was probably put-on, fake.

“i’m going to rest in the car, get some silence,” yunjin says, leaving the room to go outside.

as she walks closer to the car a paparazzi snaps photos at her yelling malicious comments, “yunjin, you slut! look here!”

at the bright flashes, she runs as quickly as her feet can move towards the car but stops when she hears a yelling voice.

“fuck off, you bastard!” when yunjin turns around she see you standing there scolding the man, “i’ll call the cops on you!”

yunjin stays still in her spot, shocked by your actions. she’s also somewhat surprised you a holding a cigarette in hand. you take a drag after flipping the man off and sighing in annoyance.

you turn to make sure yunjin is okay, walking closer to her. you place your hands on her upper arms, carefully manoeuvring your hands to steer clear of touching the cigarette to her skin.

“are you okay, yunjin?” you ask worriedly.

she frantically nods from the sudden surge of adrenaline, “yeah, yeah i’m fine.”

you sigh again in frustration, “that guy was fucking jerk. but you have to be careful going places alone, you’ll learn that over time. my members and i have been well through that stage.”

she nods in agreement.

“stay here with me for a moment,” you suggest, placing your hand on her lower back and rubbing gently for comfort.

yunjin watches you intently as you take a long drag of the dart, blowing the smoke out smoothly. you notice her eyeing you and hold the cigarette out in front her as an offering.

she shakes her head from side to side, “absolutely not, my members would kill me,” she says holding out her hand in a stopping motion, “thanks for the offer, but smoking is bad for you.”

you laugh at her response to your offer. it goes quiet once again.

“you know, unnie, i think a lot of people think your kind of cold, but i’ve only experienced the opposite of that with you.”

you hum to the familiar suggestion, “yeah, i know i have social anxiety, so i tend to float away from people rather than get closer with them.”

she understands how you feel; talking to strangers could be extremely intimidating.

“to subdue my anxiety i sometimes ride my motorcycle at night to get fresh air,” you say, shrugging your shoulders, “i know it’s cliche, but trust me it’s really nice.”

“that’s so cool,” she says shyly, though intrigued internally, “i’ll take your word for it.”

you offer to walk her back to her group’s waiting room, you keep the same hand on her back. when the two of you arrive, yunjin opens the door to see her members staring up at her, surprised to you standing behind her. they all bow frantically and you do the same in respect.

before yunjin takes a step inside, you hold her by the waist to turn her around, “i’ll take you on a ride sometime, text me.”

that was the beginning of late night bike rides, yunjin tracing the lines of your tattoos with her fingers in bed, and her growing infatuation with the smell of your gentle perfume and cigarettes.

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an: anon hopefully you like it! i lowkey hate how this turned out. i don’t think i’ll take any more requests like this one just cos it’s not rlly my style, but it was a good exercise to write it i suppose. hah…being australian, it’s hard to love writing about a ‘bikie’. and this text’s intention is NOT to encourage smoking!!!

#huh yunjin x reader #yunjin x reader #le sserafim x reader #lesserafim x reader #le sserafim imagines

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Karlach SFW Headcanons

WHY DOES SHE NOT HAVE A HAPPY ENDING BEYOND BECOMING A MINDFLAYER MAN

I just want my girl to be able to live on the material plane, as a tiefling and with her friends. is that such a thing to ask for?

Now, this is a no shit Sherlock but Karlach is a cuddler, a pretty constant cuddler once she actually can. Your bedroll/bed is no longer yours. You are sharing with with Karlach. Though sometimes, when she can get the others permission, she does go and crawl into their bed.

Wyll is the most common one for obvious reasons, however Shadowheart and Halsin do often get snuggled with and both of them appreciate it. Astarion, Minsc, Gale and Lae'zel do also get snuggles don't you worry.

She asks very nice. Also she brings Yenna to cuddle with her once Yenna gets more adjusted. Karlach is happy to keep the kid safe and this is the best way to do it with her engine under control.

Hands. Are. On. You. CONSTANTLY. Hips, waist, shoulders, boobs, ass- anywhere she can touch she is all the time. She loves to come up behind you and rest her head onto of yours if she can. And if you are taller than her well, she will just wait till you sit down.

Is also happy if you start doing the same. Hand holding is her favorite thing in the world.

Also loves to bring you to small alcoves to make you see stars whenever she feels the need too but that is for the NSFW headcanons~

Karlach eats a lot. Her engine burns so many calories she has to. In the hells she was given pretty shitty rations but they were filling and she got a lot of them... but actually food- oh gods she loves actual food.

Karlach does actually enjoy fancy rich food a lot. She didn't get to have it for long but when she was working under Gortash she got really good food. One of the untainted memories of working for that son of a bitch was when she was supposed to watch him at some fancy party and found the buffet. Karlach almost got kicked out of the party from how much she was enjoying it.

But Karlach loves when Gale cooks all his fancy wizard food and dishes from Waterdeep.... however if you cook she is always going to favor your food. Even if you are a terrible cook her sense of taste is pretty warped anyway.

Well Karlach does like fancy food, she is not one for fancy boozes. Always much preferred her good ole fashion ale to the expensive wines that Gortash would guzzle down. Though due to her time under fuck face she does actually know a great deal about fancy wines.

Before you got her engine repaired Karlach tried to bring you flowers once but they burned to a crisp in her hand. She was honestly so sad... but then she found a nice rock.

Karlach brings you all sorts of trinkets she finds, for awhile it was rocks, stones and treasure she could pick up... but as soon as she got her engine repaired she began to look around the shadow cursed lands.

When you were near Oliver she found the flowers Halsin mentioned and brought you one of them. Karlach is always happy when she brings you stuff but she was so, so happy when she could actually bring you flowers.

When you go to Baldur's Gate take this girl shopping. Astarion, Karlach and you on a shopping date to find some new clothing for the two of them. It makes Karlach so happy to be dressed in normal clothing again!

Karlach wants to dance with you. She loves to dance and well dancing with a partner has been a long time coming! Dhe will drag you into one of her silly little jigs, swaying her hips and giggling with you.

Pulling you close and swaying with you humming an old tune, perhaps grinding on you just a little bit but again, NSFW headcanons. Be warned she does step on your feet but can you really be mad?

#karlach #karlach cliffgate #karlach x tav #karlach bg3 #karlach baldurs gate 3 #karlach x reader #bg3 #baldur gate iii #baldurs gate 3

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