#...anyway pick pleaseeee <3

[mattodore]

close-ups under the cut if you wanna see 'em

#river dipping #ts4 #theodore doe #matthias evanoff #echthroi #i wound up watching an old jerma stream so i put everything on hold but i'm back now... at three in the morning lmfaooo #no resizing so these are pretty big images #i ended up liking the red and blue recolors most but now i'm not sure which one looks best....... #i like them all </3 #think it's a little funny realizing the recolors i like most actually match my mobile theme on here..... #might be going through a red and blue phase #kind of fitting tho bc i see theo as a shade between red and orange and matthias as like... ice blue or silver #also matthias needs to be juuuuust a smidge taller i think so their 174cm vs. 191cm height difference is represented right #i need to remember to fix that tomorrow #i think i'm gonna reread both of the questionnaires i did for these two and see if that gives me the spark i need to write #so i can answer that anon from yesterday #aaaand i need to do that couple template nene sent me too #might do that now actually... i can use these pics for it :3c #...anyway pick pleaseeee <3 #ik not many people are gonna be online rn but that's fineee i'll bring it back tomorrow morning

[vmbrq]

how do u think some of the scream guys react to a more bimbo esque s/o….. cus i already KNOWWWW some of them *cough cough* charlie *cough cough* WOULD FW IT, LIKE IDKK AND DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON ETHAN ?? obsessed loser boy x oblivious girly bimbo ??? SOOOO 🤭🤭 and i just know they’re silly little perverts too so they would get all squirmy just from her accidentally flashing them as she bends down to pick up like a flower out of the grass or smth😭😭 IDK I JUST THINK ITS CUTEEE 🤭

(also omg idk if u do anons or anything but like …… if u do …. can i be 🩷 PLEASEEEE if not thats okay😁☝️ ANYWAYS OKAY BYEEE)

yes, i do anons !! so you certainly can <3

AND IT IS CUTE :( ethan would be STRESSED LMAOO practically glued to your side or standing behind you to make sure you don't accidentally flash anyone. he would also be one of the first to volunteer to fix the straps on your sandals or tie your sneakers for the same reason. he also takes advantage of any opportunity to tutor you, even if most of your sessions end up with you in his lap with your lips on his. he's such a sucker for you, too, so weak to the way you whine his name or gaze up at him, all sweet and adoring, and ask him for a kiss. he could be holding a cardboard box he can barely see over, and he'll still be awkwardly angling his body and bending forward to give you a quick peck on the lips.

charlie would be so fond of just observing you, whether it's admiring your side profile while you touch up your makeup or watching how your animated expressions reflect your thoughts as you try to work through homework on your own. plus, he knows that half the time, you have zero clue what he's talking about when he rambles on about the specifics of media, but he adores the effort you put into trying to understand. and even if you've given up on trying, you still sit there with a smile and give him your full attention, bc you just like hearing him talk.

both of them would be obsessed with the way you have no concept of personal space when it comes to them, your brain consisting of nothing but tv static as you get right in their face or press up close to them. you're shameless with your affection, and you never think twice about how out-of-place they appear at your side.

mickey and billy would adore how easy you are to mold into their perfect, unwitting accomplice, taking all of their explanations in stride and rarely ever questioning them. there's a certain freedom that your presence allows, since they know that you don't even blink or think twice about the thin layers of blood embedded beneath their fingernails or that strange scent that clings to their clothes when they kiss or hold you. oh, they accidentally cut themselves? oh, that smell is just the gasoline from their car? okay. after all, all you need is to trust them and let them do the thinking. all you have to do is sit on their laps and look pretty for them.

mentions of smut under the cut ; minors dni

all of the sex jokes when they're around end up flying right over your head. you're so naive, so sweet, so easy to manipulate until you're bouncing on their cock and creaming a pretty, white ring at the base because it's "the best way to get rid of your stomachache." they stick out like a sore thumb against the decor of your room, but sometimes, when you've got their head resting on your chest with your fingers combing idly through their hair, or when they're sprawled on your bed lying about not peeking through their fingers while you lotion up your bare body and reflexively reach for the shirt they lent you three weeks ago, they feel as though they fit right in.

#billy loomis smut #billy loomis x reader #charlie walker x you #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x y/n #billy loomis x y/n #charlie walker x reader #charlie walker x y/n #mickey altieri x reader

[blues824]

hi blue!! ^_^ can i request prompts 21 and 10 with rook pretty pleaseeee ★

You requested: Mistletoe + Secret Santa

Preface: You are married to Rook, and this happens in the future. You have 3 children (2 girls, 1 boy), and their appearances are not described, and they can either be biological or adopted. Gender-neutral reader as well. I used Google Translate, as I speak Spanish and not French.

Rook Hunt

The children were very excited to go to the market, and you could tell by the way the three of them took your hands and dragged you and your husband towards the bustling marketplace. For the holidays, instead of buying a bunch of presents, the children wanted to do a Secret Santa so that the gifts were personal and heartfelt. 

Juliette (your oldest), Adeline (your middle), and Pierre (your youngest) all wrote things that they wanted, and depending on who they got, you would give them their recipient’s wishlist. Your husband and yourself did not put your names in, as you wanted to give them a chance to build a sibling bond.

“Come on! Or the presents will all be gone!” Juliette shouted. You laughed as you picked up Pierre, who was only a toddler. In turn, Rook tossed Adeline up and over his shoulder, making the little girl laugh as well

Once you arrived at the entrance, you had the girls go with Rook and you took Pierre with you. You then made a plan to meet up with one another back at the entrance in an hour, and your husband hoisted Juliette over his shoulder as well as he marched in the opposite direction you were going. You set your son down and let him take your hand to lead you wherever he wanted to go.

You were aware that he had gotten Juliette, and so you brought him to the toy vendors to see what horses they had to offer. Yeah, one thing about your daughter was that she was obsessed with horses. Adeline was interested in archery. Pierre loved stealing your phone and taking photos of pretty flowers that he found near your cottage.

The little boy was shouting in excitement as he found a tiny horse figurine. It came with a few different accessories, kind of like the Build-A-Bear’s back in your world. You let Pierre customize the horse as you paid for it, and the pure excitement on his face made your heart melt. You purchased a gift bag as well so as to not show his sisters the gift and reveal which name he chose.

~~~~~~~~

On the other side, a man with his two young daughters was being dragged around to secretly buy a gift for his wife as well as their secret santa gifts. Juliette had pulled Adeline’s name, and Adeline had pulled Pierre’s name. Now, with Juliette, it was going to be a bit difficult because her younger sister was extremely smart and observant.

As they wandered about the different stands, Rook spotted something. It was mistletoe, fake, as real was poisonous when consumed, and you had young children around. The chances of your son putting it into his mouth were greater than desired, but that was the reality. Anyway, he stopped to purchase a sprig. The owner was a florist, and he spotted a bunch of red roses as well.

“Souhaitez-vous acheter une rose pour votre [Parent Title]?” He asked his children. (Would you like to purchase a rose for your [Parent Title]?) The two little girls nodded and he handed them three roses. Then, he kept the sprig of mistletoe for himself as well as another rose.

“Papa, didn’t you give [Parent Title] a rose when you first confessed to them?” Adeline asked.

“Yes, I did, mon doux ange, but their radiance could put even the most beautiful rose to shame.”

~~~~~~~~

An hour later, you all regrouped, and your daughters acted as though you hadn’t seen them for years. You showered them both in kisses and hugged them, asking them how their shopping went, before you went to kiss your husband. Your children were very used to your public displays of affection, and instead of getting ewwwww’s, you got acceptance.

Heading towards your cottage, Rook had Pierre on his shoulders, the little boy laughing as you held the hands of your little girls, who were singing a French song that their father had taught them when they were just babies. Your son was butchering many of the words, but he had the melody right if that counted for something.

Opening the front door, the girls ran in and immediately started shouting for you to sit down so you could receive your presents. You were confused at what they were saying, but you turned to see your husband smiling with that smile that managed to get you to both date, marry, and start a family with him.

You sat on the couch, and Rook placed your little boy on your lap as he, Juliette, Adeline, and Pierre held 4 roses out for you. You gasped as you took each individual flower, gathering them in a bouquet and smelling them.

“Merci, mes amours!” You exclaimed, placing kisses on each child. Before you got to Rook, however, he handed you a box, and when you looked inside, you saw mistletoe. You felt pressure being taken off your lap and it was your big man taking your little man off and putting him on the couch as he extended an arm out to you to help you up.

Accepting his hand, you were hoisted up and nearly fell, only for you to be caught and dipped down. The air in your lungs was sucked out in the passionate kiss that your husband gave to you, and when you broke apart, one sentence was said to your children.

“Go to your rooms, children~”

#twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst wonderland #rook hunt x reader #rook x reader #rook #twst rook #rook hunt #twst rook hunt x reader #twst rook x reader #twst rook hunt

[tvgals]

stay at home dad! eren x black! wife! reader 🫶🏾

- i love powerful women 🤩

cw- eren has a daughter and a son, eren trying to manage his kids’ hair, modern au + carla never died, glasses! wearing eren, black! reader, enjoy !

what was eren doing? well, currently, he was trying to add beads to the bottom of his daughters twists, his large calloused fingers constantly slipping from the beader, beads falling onto the floor. “just call mama!” nevaeh — you two’s daughter — called from her spot in front the couch. her blush pink fold out chair in between eren’s legs while he sat on the couch.

“i can do this. your mom said i need to learn how to do it myself.” and with that, eren pushes his glasses up with his wrist and gets back to work, his tongue poking out his plump lips in concentration. “daddy look!” his daughter calls out, pointing at the tv in awe. when eren looks up he sees the clear imagine of tiana and naveen having their bayou wedding. “it’s pretty, right? your mom said she wanted a wedding just like that.” eren says, a dopey smile on his face - reminiscing on his beautiful wedding day. the day he became practically conjoined forever with the love of his life.

“what’d it look like daddy? was it pretty? did you do pink?” nevaeh beamed, turning around in her chair. “of course it was! i only had to have the best for your mom,” eren replied, “i have a bunch of pictures. i’ll be back.” eren stands up and rummages through the storage closet, finding a white photo book, labeled ‘wedding day <3’ eren grins and walks to his son’s room, knocking on the door before walking in. “jay, wanna look at pictures with me and ‘veah?” eren asks, showing him the photo book. “yay!” his stubby three year old legs waddling his way to eren. eren picks him up and walks back to the living room, plopping onto the couch. “cmere ‘veah.” eren says, patting the spot next to him. she sits down and peers over eren’s arm, the photo book in his lap.

eren opens up the photo book and is presented with a picture of you and him at your bride and groom table, whispering and laughing about something. “see, your moms wearing blue flowers around her wrist. you can see her big dress from under the table.” eren chuckles, he can only remember when you insisted carla didn’t have to go all out for your dress, but she shook her head and made one anyways, she wanted only the best for her daughter in law. nevaeh giggles. “where was i at?” looking up at eren with wide eyes. “well just after this we made…you! then your brother two years later!” eren smiles. just before his sentence started once more, all three of them heard the door unlock. nevaeh and jay jumped up and ran to the door. you open it and are greeted with a pleasant surprise. “momma!” nevaeh said, hugging your legs, jay following her.

“hi ‘veah, hi jay! did y’all have fun with your dad?” you smile, picking them up in each arm. “had alotta fun! daddy showed us pretty pictures of you at your wedding!” nevaeh said, pointing at eren and the photo book. “did he?” you giggle, walking over to eren.

“hey baby. how was work?” eren coos, kissing your pretty lips. “tiring as usual. i can see you’re watching princess and the frog again today.” you snicker. “princess frog!” jay blabbers, playing with eren’s fingers. eren smiles. the princess and the frog credits started playing, so he went to turn on another movie. “again, daddy!! again! pleaseeee!” nevaeh pleads, trying to do her best puppy dog eyes. “pleaaseeee!” jay echos, giggling. “fine. but just this last time, then we have to eat dinner.” eren gives in, pulling jay into his lap and nevaeh to his right side, giving you two space to cuddle on the side. the movie started once again and you look to eren.

“sooooo,,,what’s up with ‘veah’s hair?” you whisper.

eren sighs,“i tried.”

#black reader #blkshoyo #eren is such a dad stop #he doesn’t know how to do hair 😭 #eren jeager x reader #eren x you #eren x black reader #eren x black reader fluff #black writers #he’s such a girl dad ugh #his son has the cutest curliest hair ever #eren x black fem!reader #eren x black reader smut #eren x fem!reader #eren x reader smut #eren x black yn #eren x black y/n #eren doesn’t know how to say the word mielle correctly

[rhaenzokla]

I NEED PART TWO OF MEET CUTE PLEASEEEE

Here you go, my love!

Meet-Cute P2

Nobara, Toge, and Maki x reader (separately)

Summary: how you first met

CW: Yuuji appearance and GN reader in Nobara’s; reader sees curses and tiny bit of angst if you squint in Toge’s; Maki saves reader from near death and mentions reader has a dead brother.

A/N: can do a pt 3 if requested. Will be the last part so please send who you’d like to see last. Might do 4 instead of just 3 next time too.

Nobara Kugisaki

Kugisaki was enjoying her day out today. Yuuji had gone to a movie that she had no interest in seeing, and Megumi went home as soon as he could.

She made her way down the street, bags in hand as she was window shopping, trying to find any other shop to look in before she heads home.

She was interrupted as she jolted forward, bags dropping all around her, the air caught from her lungs as she was caught off guard. She whips her head around, about to lay into whoever the hell just made her drop her new items.

But she’s left speechless as she catches your (e/c) gaze, soft and apologetic. “Oh my goodness, are you okay? I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there. Are you okay?” You reach a hand out to her to help her up as the other starts reaching for her bags.

“Uh- y-yeah. I’m okay. Just scared me a bit is all.” Her voice is soft compared to her usual brash one. She stands up and starts to collect her bags with you.

“I’ve got it! This is my fault anyways.” You say, picking up the rest of her bags before she could.

“Can I help you walk the rest of the way? It’s the least I could do after knocking you on your ass like that.” You let out a small chuckle, hoping your blush wasn’t evident.

She thinks on it for a moment. You can’t come back to JJT, but you could walk her to Ijichi’s car. She smiles and nods. “I think that’s a fitting punishment for dropping my new merchandise.”

You can tell she’s relaxed and you chuckle again, letting her take the lead. “I live in a private dorm, so my driver will pick me up down the road here.”

You two settle on the bench, waiting for her ride, talking about what she bought and what we had seen on the shopping street.

Your conversation was interrupted when a familiar voice cut you off. “Kugisaki!!… and (y/n)? What are you doing here?” Yuuji smiles as he comes closer to the two of you, reaching how hand out to shake as a sign of familiarity.

“I accidentally knocked Nobara over while she was shopping. I thought I could walk her to her stop and carry her bags for her as an apology.” Just as you were explaining, Ijichi pulled up to you three.

“Wh-who is this?” The nerdy looking driver asks as he rolls his window down.

“An old friend from middle school. They bumped into Kugisaki while we were out. They were just making sure she made it here safe while we waited on you.” Itadori explains as you put the bags into the car for her as well.

“Sorry for earlier. Maybe I’ll see you around?” You look at her hopeful.

She nods and blushes slightly, hoping you couldn’t see, but you definitely did. “Maybe we can go shopping together sometime.”

She gets in the car along side Itadori as you wave the two off. Happy you saw an old friend, and made a new one.

…you didn’t get her number… SHIT!!

Kugusaki realised this at the same time. “Itadori! Do you have their number? We were too busy talking, we forgot to exchange them!”

Yuuji chuckles and pulls out his phone to send her your number. He knows there’s something there, and he’ll make sure Kugisaki has the opportunity to be happy.

Toge Inumaki

Panda had stayed home this time around to enjoy some time with his dad, while Toge and Maki decided to venture out for the day.

They were both surprised to see someone sitting on the bench a few feet away, swatting at something… something that looked like a fly curse.

They closed in on you to investigate further. “Mustard leaf*.” Maki nods in confirmation as she approaches you.

“Are you alright?” She asks simply. Leaving it open in case it was something else you were swatting at.

You panicked. “I’m not crazy! I know crazy people say that but there’s something flying around me and it won’t leave me alone.”

She hums and moves you closer to Inumaki, who in turn puts you behind him, showing you they would help. Maki easily kills the fly curse and comes to you. “You’re not crazy. I promise. If you come with us, we might be able to help you better understand what that was and why you’re not crazy.”

She’s a bit intimidating, to be honest. You eyes trail to the boy who had put you behind him for anything he had to say. What was happening?

“Salmon*.” You’re a bit confused as to what he means, but somehow you know it means something good. Maybe they can help. Maybe they can be the ones to take me seriously. Maybe they can make me feel sane again.

Maki Zenin

Maki always enjoyed hiking in the woods just beyond the JJT grounds. Something about them just gave her a peace that didn’t come in Tengen’s territory.

She had been out here for an hour already, just enjoying the sounds of nature. The birds chirping in the trees, the water hitting the banks of the river down the path, the smell of freshly kicked up dirt wafts to her nose as she hears a faint scream.

Her instincts hit before she can think straight, her legs running towards the sound, readying for anything that might be up the way.

She sees you, hanging onto a branch, over a cliff. The tree is hanging on by its roots. It must’ve collapsed under you. She’s careful of her footing as she comes to your aid.

You’re stunned at someone else being way out here, but thankful. You immediately take her hand when she reaches it out and she pulls you up.

You catch your breath against her chest after she pulls you two away from the edge.

“Are you alright? Are you hurt?” She asks softly and she lets you cling to her. She can’t imagine how scary that was for you.

“I’m okay. Thank you for saving me. I would’ve been a goner if you hadn’t been here.” You smile at her and pull away, giving you both some space.

“What were you doing out here by yourself anyways?” She asks, concerned.

You hum in thought before answering honestly. “My brother is buried out here. I come and talk to him once a year on his birthday. I guess nature has weathered down more of the land that I thought.” You look to your feet.

She hums and asks to accompany you to his grave if you’ll have her. You take her with you in silence. She gives you space by going up the hill when you make it to the grave.

You enjoy your time talking with your brother and call for her when you’re ready.

“Now to get back to society without hanging off a cliff.” She smiles teasingly at you as you both make your way down the path.

You exchange stories of the good and bad with your brother while she does the same with her twin sister.

At the end of the walk when the trail ends, you turn to her.

“Could I possibly get your number? Y’know, so I can pay you back somehow for saving me back there.” You blush lightly and look at your feet again, awaiting her response.

She quietly pulls out her phone and hands it to you after typing the contact name “(y/n)🌴”. You chuckle and put your number in.

You head your separate ways as you get a text.

XXX-XXX-XXXX

What are you doing tomorrow night?

©️RhaenZokla

Hope you enjoyed!

Thank you for reading!

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #maki zenin #maki x reader #maki zenin x reader #toge inumaki #jjk inumaki #inumaki x reader #nobara kugisaki #jjk nobara #jujutsu nobara #jujutsu kaisen nobara #jujutsu kaisen inumaki #inumaki toge #jjk maki #jjk maki zenin

[angelsmist]

JUST ONE NIGHT

HBCU!SHURI X READER

prompt: your roommate convinces to go out for once with a few “friends” who aren’t exactly fond of you. unfortunately, they take it a bit too far…

contains: drinking, crying, fluff at the end, partying, anxiety

disclaimers - this is not my idea!! all credits to @/ vargskelegore for hbcu shuri. it is an amazing idea. however, the storyline is mine. also, i would prefer if only black people read this story, simply because it is a reader insert specifically for us. thank you <3

this got sooo long but i don’t feel like splitting it into two LMFAOOO and if u can’t tell i started rushing by towards the end 💀

“come on, girl. it’s a good chance to get to know other people.”

“i’m cool with the people i know now,” you told tati , resisting her grip on you. “plus, i need to-”

“study?” she finished for you. “we not doing that today. it’s a friday night and that excuse is overused.”

“overused, but good.”

“just go out this one time, and if you don’t enjoy your night, then i’ll never ask you again,” tati bargained, tugging your shoulder.

“parties are crowded, sweaty, and loud,” You began. “all of which are things i don’t like.”

“pleaseeee…” she dragged out, tugging on your shoulder even harder. tati was relentless, and you knew going out with her at some point was something that was inevitable.

“i don’t have anything to wear.”

“oh, girl. you know i always have something for you.”

you wore a black, strapless, sparkly dress that hugged your body in ways that you weren’t entirely comfortable with. regardless, though, you looked amazing. as much as you hated to admit it, tati may have been right.

along with your dress, you wore black heels with black lace swirling around your leg, stopping below your knee. tati had supplied you with some perfume that came with body glitter, so you were glimmering, literally.

“quit being shy,” tati complained, rolling her eyes at you pushing up your dress. she squinted her eyes, a teasing smile on her face. “show them titties.”

a laugh escaped your lips, but you tried your best to remain still since she was doing your makeup.

she finally stopped, turning you back around to the lit up mirror so you’d see what she did. “alright, all done-” the doorbell rang, grabbing her attention easily. “that must be them! meet me outside when you’re done.”

tati was inviting her girlfriend, along with her girlfriend’s friends. you liked her girlfriend, syniah. she was a kind person. you couldn’t say the same for her friends, though. you didn’t hang out with them often, and that was intentional. they didn’t like “outsiders” or some shit like that, so whenever you hung out with them, they’d be closed off. you never really cared, though. you always had tati with you whenever you were around them, and it’s not like you liked them, anyways.

that’s why you were skeptical about going to a party with them. but, as long as you had tati, you were sure you’d be fine.

your phone dinged, snapping you from your thoughts. it was shuri.

princess 💕

hey, do you mind if we study tonight? that history test we have on monday is stressing me out a bit

with smile on your face, you texted back.

you

while i would much prefer to do that, i promised my roommate that i’d go out with her and some other people. i’m probably gonna end up bailing within an hour, though. so if you’re not asleep by then, i’ll text you fs

princess 💕

you? going to a party? what kind of universe have i been transferred to?

you

ha ha😒. i’ll send you pictures as proof if ur not convinced

princess 💕

i’ll be counting on that 😪

you grabbed your black purse, placing your phone in it while walking out of your dorm. waiting for you, was tati, syniah, and her three other friends.

“took you long enough,” one of them, who you remembered as kendall grumbled.

“beauty takes time,” tati spoke for you, moving from beside her girlfriend to grab your hands. “and by that, i mean i did her makeup and picked out this outfit, so y’all better hype her up.”

“you look amazing,” syniah complimented before turning to her girlfriend. “and you, you are doing my birthday makeup.”

“as if that was ever a question,” tati replied, placing a kiss on her lips.

your face twitched and scrunched up in fake disgust. “don’t forget about the other four people here.”

tati broke the kiss, cutting her eyes at you. “this could be you and you-know-who if you wasn’t so scary.”

you cut your eyes right back at her. before you could scold her for even mentioning shuri, another one of syniah’s friends, madison, beat you to it. “who? the princess?”

you and your roommate exchanged looks, sharing the same irritated expression. you replied to her first. “nah. me and shuri just friends. why?”

“i just be seeing y’all around campus laughing and stuff, so i thought you two go together,” she explained. “if not, though. you can put me on, right?”

you refrained from lunging at the girl. she barely looked your way, now she was asking you to put her on with the girl you liked? “i’ll try, but shuri don’t go for that stuff. you gotta get to know her, you know? just say hi to her on campus or something. i’m not a messenger.”

“it sound like you feeling her, but ight.”

“okay, we’re gonna be later than we already are,” syniah interjected, seeing that you were getting visibly upset. “we should get to the car.”

everyone agreed, going towards the exit of the place. tati stayed behind, waiting for you so she could say a few words. “let’s not cause a stir tonight, alright?”

“then tell that girl to mind her damn business,” you retorted, getting a bit heated. “she talking like she know shit.”

“you know what? just stick by me for the rest of the night. i’ll make sure none of them come near you.”

you breathed in and out deeply, attempting to calm yourself. you were going out, and causing a fight, whether it be physically or verbally, was not on your list. “that’s the plan.”

well, you can proudly say that tati was right. maybe too right.

you were actually having a really good time. you didn’t think you’d be drinking that might, but you got a bit cuaght up and did a few rounds of shots.

even syniah’s friends were fun. they were assholes most of the time, but they knew how to have a good time. maybe they weren’t so bad.

you could not be more wrong.

“hey, do you guys know where tati went?” you inquired, realizing that she was nowhere to be found. she had been by your side all night, so you didn’t blame her for wanting to have fun on her own. you were just growing worried.

kyah turned to you, looking around. “uhh, i don’t know. she’s probably with syniah.”

your nerves were eased for only a moment, when you saw syniah approaching from a distance. and tati nowhere to be found. you became worried, once again.

“oh,” kyah frowned, sitting up from the couch you all were on. “i guess not.”

madison sat up. “i think i heard tati say she was going to the kitchen for another drink. you can check there.”

you picked up your purse from your lap, hanging the strap of it on your shoulder, and stood from the couch. you weren’t too fond of the idea of getting lost in a sweaty crowd looking for your friend, but tati could be in the same situation, and you didn’t like the idea of her being by herself considering the fact you told her that you didn’t wanna be alone. you began to walk, but you were stopped by kendall who had stood up as well.

she looked apologetic for some reason. you were too intoxicated to care at the moment. “maybe i’ll come with you. you’re drunker than all of us, so-”

kyah interrupted the girl, handing you a bottle of water. “she’ll be fine. i need your help with something. remember, ken?” she turned back to you.

you shook off their weird behavior because, well, you were drunk. “i’ll be fine. just check your phones in case i call.”

with that, you walked off, beginning to search for your roommate.

you knew calling her name aloud would do no good, seeing as lil baby was blasting in your ears and everyone else’s.

you made your way through the crowd, constantly apologizing for bumping into others until you made it to the kitchen.

much to your dismay, tati wasn’t there. you figured she had left, but after asking a few people, she apparently hadn’t been there at all.

you decided to go back to the couch, to question the girls, but they weren’t there either. the thought of them setting you up flew into your mind, but you didn’t think they’d go that far.

although, it did make sense. why kendall seemed sorry before you left to find tati. still you held out hope that all the fun you had that night with them wasn’t just to get you by yourself.

in the middle of the never-ending crowd, you opened your water bottle, only to have it thrown to the ground because of someone bumping into you. stupidly, you squatted down to retrieve the only thing that could sober you up just a little, but you were knocked off your feet by the mindlessly swaying guests at the party.

you tried to shout to get someone to stop and help you up so you wouldn’t get tramped alive, but the music seemed to increase every time you spoke. you couldn’t tell if that was actually happening, or if your brain created that illusion.

thankfully, a stranger noticed you and helped you up from the floor. after muttering a quick thank you, you departed from them, still in search of the people you came with.

you dug into your purse, frantically searching for your phone. once you found it, you firstly dialed tati’s number. voicemail.

then syniah’s. voicemail.

then kendall’s. voicemail.

you didn’t bother with the other girls. there was no point and you had figured it out already, even though you were drunk and your brain was slowly shutting down. you had been set up. you had nothing to wake you up, and the effects of the drinks you had were already starting to weigh in even more.

your eyes began to water and you felt a lump forming in your throat. your fingernails dug into the palm of your hands as you bit back a sob. “shit, shit, shit, shit.”

this place was too big, and truthfully, you were too scared to start looking around. you could find yourself in places that you wouldn’t wanna be.

you were hurt. that tati could be in on something like this. she made a promise to ensure you enjoyed your night, now she was apart of the very reason why it was ruined.

you let your tears fall freely, not wanting your vision to blur even more than it already was beginning to. not a single person in the crowd noticed your sobs over the loud music. you continued walking until you were outside of the house and away from the property as a whole since there were still people outside.

you stopped a few blocks away, plopping down on a curb. you cried the entire time while walking there, but you let your loud sobs out once you knew you were alone.

pulling out your phone once again, you dialed the number of the one person you even felt like talking to anymore. she didn’t answer either. which didn’t shock you, since it was almost two in the morning. you left a message, hoping she’d somehow receive it. your only alternative at this point was to walk home, and you were absolutely that it would result in you getting kidnapped.

you tried to keep your cries down so you could speak, but it just resulted in annoying hiccups that wouldn’t go away.

“shuri, i’m gonna send you my-“ hiccup. “-location. my friends, err, not friends, they-“ hiccup. “-left me behind. i don’t know where they-“ hiccup. “-are. and i’m scared because i’m alone on this curb and the only light here is a streetlight-” hiccup. "-which keeps going on and off. but i’m scar-” hiccup. “-ed to go back into the party because i don’t feel safe i-” hiccup. “in there with a bunch of strangers either. i’m also drunk asshitso i’m barely-” hiccup. “-thinking straight. i hopeyoucan understand what i’m-” hiccup. “-saying.”

you hung up the phone, only praying that she’d be there soon. in the meantime, all you could do was wait. unfortunately, you were growing tired. but falling asleep in a place like this…not the best idea.

you had finally stopped crying, but being alone in your thoughts only restarted the cycle. you felt so betrayed. you knew syniah’s friends were low, but this was another low. if something bad happened to you, it’d be their fault, and there’s no way they weren’t aware of that. the fact that they knew the risks and still went through with a plan like this one made you sick to your stomach sickened you. you were hurt by tati the most. you never thought her to be apart of something like that.

your heart felt heavy, and so did your head. you buried it into your knees that were pressed to your chest. you just wanted to close your eyes for a second.

just for a second.

you didn’t even realize you had snoozed off for a few minutes until you heard the sound of someone shuffling behind you. the effects of alcohol were still heavy, but you were alert.

maybe you were stupid to be alone in the street in the middle of the night, but you needed a place that was quiet and wouldn’t result in you passing out.

you tried to keep the fear from being detected in your voice. you threw your purse a few feet away, planning on making a run for it. “my money’s in there, please, just leave me alone.”

you felt deeply relieved when you heard a small chuckle erupt from behind you, one that you actually recognized. “i don’t think i need money, but thank you for the offer.”

you looked up, placing your hand above your eyebrows to see the person and block the streetlight from ruining your view. relieved would be an understatement at this point to describe how you felt when you saw her face. shuri went to pick up your purse before walking back up to you and offering her hand.“let’s get you to my car.”

shuri gingerly wrapped one of your arms around her shoulder and held your waist to make sure you didn’t fall. carefully, she guided you to her vehicle. once you were inside, she put your seatbelt on for you and shut the door.

as shuri walked around the car and entered the driver’s seat, you realized she had parked near the party, meaning a lot of people saw the princess placing you in the car like some kind of girlfriend. you didn’t care though, since you were more concerned about other things. tiredly, you turned away from the window so you wouldn’t have to look at the gawking partygoers and rested your elbow on the side of the car.

shuri handed you a water bottle silently, prompting you to mutter a small “thank you” and taking it from her hands.

you felt embarrassed. you looked a mess. your makeup was smeared and ruined completely because of how many tears you had shed, along with the aftermath of you wiping them away carelessly.

“shuri, i-”

she heard your voice crack just a bit and held up a hand to stop you from speaking. “it’s okay. just rest for now. we can talk when we get to your dorm.”

“no,” you choked out. the last thing you wanted to do was see tati later or in the morning when you woke up. “i don’t wanna go there.”

the princess didn’t have any further questions. “alright. we can go to my dorm if you want.”

you hummed in acknowledgment. you couldn’t find the energy to speak anymore, feeling your eyelids suddenly grow heavy.

about twenty minutes later, you were woken up to feeling someone shaking your shoulder softly and whispering your name.

“don’t make me carry you bridal style,” shuri teased.

you offered a sleepy smile, still pretty much half asleep. “you won’t.”

she did.

the next few minutes were spent by shuri actually staying true to her words despite the odd looks she got from the people on the first floor. she kept having to tap you awake to make sure people were aware that she wasn’t carrying a dead body to her room.

once you two actually arrived to her room, she placed you on the right side of her bed. kneeling down to bring her face to your level, she spoke. “yam uthando, i know you are tired, but you need to shower.”

your eyebrows knitted together. “what does that mean?”

she let out a quiet snicker because of the fact that the name she called you was all you picked up on. “don’t worry about that. i have a spare towel in the bathroom and i will set some clothes for you, okay?”

you frowned, slurring your words. “i’msotired, though.”

“i know, (name).” she brought her face closer to yours, placing her hand on your cheek. “but you must shower. i’ll set a bath for you. try and wake up a bit.”

with that, she trotted into the bathroom, turning on the water. you knew it’d be on the colder side rather than the warm one, making you dread it even more. you sat up from the bed slowly, rubbing your eyes.

finally rising from the bed, you made your way over to shuri’s vanity to take in your appearance. you sat down on one of the two chairs near the vanity. your smeared makeup just reminded you of what had taken place earlier that night. all you could think of is the worst. the worst that could’ve happened being alone in a place like that. or if you were forced to walk home by yourself or hitch a ride with a stranger from the party. the worst could’ve occurred if shuri wasn’t awake and able to pick you up.

you could see her enter the bedroom behind you through the mirror and concern flooding her features when she noticed your teary-eyed look in the mirror.

she sat next to you on the other seat that was near the vanity. she reached into one of the drawers, pulling out makeup remover. had this been anyone else, you’d refuse because you would think it’s out of pity. but, for shuri, you just knew that wasn’t the case. and because of that, your nerves were easing.

“i didn’t even know you did makeup.”

shuri flashed her teeth. “yeah, no, i usually take drunk girls to my dorm to remove their makeup and set a bath for them.”

her attempt at making you smile was successful. “and here i was thinking i was special.”

the grin on her face faded after a few moments and she becomes serious. “are you okay with telling me what happened yet?”

she uses her finger to bring you closer to her face by your jaw and you suddenly felt weak again.

you close your eyes as she drags the wipe across your eyelids. “to tell you the short version, my roommate convinced me to go out with her, like i told you earlier. i was having fun, up until they all decided to play some stupid joke on me where they leave me by myself at a party with a crowd of strangers and no protection. that’s when i left and called you.”

“so that’s why you didn’t want to go to your dorm,” she said, more of a statement rather than a question. you nodded, anyway. “i’m so, sorry, (name). i don’t usually like to do this, but i’ll use my privileges if i have to do they get proper punishment for what they did. it was messed up, and imagine what would’ve happened had i not been able to pick you up. i’ve never heard of people being so reckless like this.”

the princess tossed the pile of makeup wipes in the trash and grabbed your wrist to guide you to the bathroom. as you two walked, you cleared your throat. “thank you once again, shuri. i keep thinking about what could’ve gone wrong if i didn’t have you. you have saved me and helped me in more ways than i could imagine. i’m incredibly grateful for you, and trust me, when i sober up in the morning, i plan to prove my thankfulness.”

“you probably can’t do that.” she shook her head. the curly-haired girl handed you a white towel from the bottom of the sink. “you’ll be too busy reeling from a hangover.”

“oh, right. the day after that, then.”

she beamed and then pointed to the bathtub. “shower first, plan later. i’ll get some clothes for you that i can find since you have nothing else to wear.”

you felt very much refreshed after the shower, regardless of the fact that it was cold as hell. you were still tired, but you felt a lot less dirty.

once you had changed, shuri supplied you with a head wrap since you didn’t have a bonnet with you either.

you had collapsed into her bed incredibly easily. you just wanted to put everything that had occurred to rest, at least for the night. you were so drained that you could barely function.

shuri joined you in bed after shutting off the lights and plugging in your very dead phone. as soon as she entered the bed, she faced you. “once again, i’m sorry for everything you endured tonight.”

“it’s not your fault, shuri. you don’t need to apologize. you’re not responsible for their actions,” you reassured her. “oh, and one of the girls wanted your number, by the way. just in case you’re into that.”

“oh, shut up,” she teased, letting out a breathy chuckle. “you can let her know that i’m not interested in people who purposely hurt my friend.”

that definitely cheered you up a bit, although the friend title stung just a little. it was silent for a few seconds after that, and because of that, you mind wandered elsewhere. you didn’t have much willpower because of how tired you were, so your eyes innocently flickered to shuri’s lips. you found yourself staring. her lips looked so kissable.

shuri furrowed her eyebrows, an amused smile tugging at her mouth. “what?”

your eyes widened. did you say that out loud? “what?”

“you just said-”

“oh! my bad, i didn’t mean to say that out loud. i wasn’t thinking it for like a long time, though! it was like an intrusive thought, and it just popped up.”

she laughed again. “i know. it’s alright. just rest.”

you closed your eyes, but something felt off. “can you do that thing where you rub circles on my hand whenever i’m trying to sleep? i think i need it tonight more than anything.”

she didn’t reply, but simply just began to do so. you fell asleep soon after that, but shuri, however, couldn’t. she was just admiring you and your beauty. bast, you were perfect in her eyes. even a drunken mess, you looked amazing. she truly was falling for you. even when you made that comment about her lips, she wanted to ask you to kiss her, but this was not how she wanted your second kiss to be. the first one was already forced, courtesy of your family, but she wanted the next to actually be special.

and how could she forget about her plan to invite you to wakanda for winter break? there was no christmas in wakanda, so she feared that you’d say no for that reason. once again, it was her obliviousness talking. unbeknownst to her, you’d say yes the second she asked because the thought was in your mind as well.

just when the princess started to drift off, your phone began to ring loudly. she was scared that you’d wake up, so she immediately reached her hand over your body to grab your phone. she was going to decline because of how late it was. that was until she saw the name.

tati.

she had a lot of words to say to your roommate, none of which were nice. angrily, she answered.

“hello?”

“hello, (name)! where the hell are you, girl? you haven’t been answering any of my texts or calls, and i’ve searched this house like a million times! you’re scaring me, dude! can you please confirm that you’re okay and safe and tell me where you are? i can’t find you, and the girls are saying that you ditched them for some girl, but me and syniah don’t believe that because you’re awful at flirting and you’ve been attached to me the entire night. syniah said you left as she was walking up to you and the girls and she hasn’t seen you since. i’m on the verge of passing out. please say something.”

well, that certainly caught shuri off guard. she looked over at you, completely knocked out. waking you up was off the table, but shuri knew she couldn’t leave tati in the dark.

“hey, tati. this is shuri.”

shuri could hear her gasp through the phone. “shuri? why do you have (name)‘s phone?”

“because your friends were the ones that ditched her. she was alone, and i had to get her myself. i don’t want to be invasive, but you should seriously reconsider who you hang out with. they didn’t have a problem with leaving (name) by herself, knowing what could’ve happened, especially since she was drunk.”

“i knew i couldn’t trust those bitches! they’re not my friends, by the way, and i’ll make sure syniah drops their asses. but just to make sure, (name) is okay, right?”

“yes. she’s asleep,” shuri confirmed. “she didn’t want to come to the dorm because she thought you were involved in this incident as well.”

the hurt was evident in tati’s voice. “oh. well, can you clear things up with her when she wakes up, then? the last thing i need her to do is be mad at me right now.”

“of course,” shuri agreed. “goodnight, tati.”

“goodnight, shuri. and thank you so much for being there. you truly do care about her more than anybody who has ever come into her life since i’ve known her.”

tati hung up after that, leaving shuri udaku in silence, beaming like a complete idiot.

#shuri x reader #black panther fic #fanfic #shuri udaku #shuri x f!reader #shuri x you #shuri x black!reader #shuri x fem!reader #hbcu!shuri

[havocskies]

OBSESSION | DANNY JOHNSON X READER PART 1

please please PLEASEEEE keep in mind this is a very old fic i started on quotev/wattpad and am now moving here. this is NINE MONTHS OLD i swear my writing has gotten better, part 2 is already done and part 3 will be worked on. it's quality will be much better i swear.

ೃ⁀➷ You have always been teased about being 'obsessed' with Jed Olsen, a well known journalist that often writes about this killer that has been named 'Ghostface.' While you're only interested in catching this killer and have never thought of yourself as obsessed, a certain killer going by the name Jed Olsen is.

TWs: gore, death, kidnapping, stalking, all that fun stuff. everything you should expect in a dead by daylight/scream fanfic

part 1. part 2.

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Each key being pressed down fills the silence of your room, the bright screen illuminating the darkness that enveloped your home. Even though you were a journalist, and a decently well known one, you had never seen the reason for using one of your extra rooms for an office. It took too much money and you never knew when you'd need the guest room. Working in your own room was preferable anyway, despite all of the studies about one's room being one of the worst spaces to be a working space. You let out a sigh, momentarily lifting your hand to rub your exhausted eyes. You could never understand how Jed Olsen, that practically famous journalist, always got so many articles done. You admired him for that, and for his writing in general.

     Writing was your job, and you had to get something out soon, but sleeping and putting your writing aside seemed awfully tempting as your body fought more and more to take care of itself. In one quick action you forced your laptop screen down and stared at the empty pitch black of your surroundings. Sighing, you pick up the device and slowly saunter over to your desk to put it away. You fumble with the cord as you struggle to actually charge your computer, but end up completely dropping it despite your efforts at the sudden ringing of your phone.

     Grumbling especially angry words to yourself you walked over to the light of your phone, tripping over something that you had left on the ground at some point. Taking a moment to take a deep breath, you answer the phone and bring it your ear. There was no point in sharing your angry mood, even if it was 1:00 in the morning.

     "Hello? I'm sorry for the wait, I -"

     "Hello, is this y/n?"

     You pause, your breath the only thing heard for a few moments. You don't recognize the voice, and as far as you know there weren't any people from your job who needed you for anything.

     "Hello?"

     "Oh - yes, yes, this is y/n. I apologize, I'm - a little tired." 

     "Good, good. I'm uh - a big fan of your work. Your writing."

     Despite the considerably odd way of complimenting, you smile. You had never expected someone to call in the middle of the night just to compliment your writing, but there's a first for everything. 

     "Especially on that, uh, killer. . . Ghostface, was it? Yeah, he's interesting."

     "I guess you could call him that. or her, or them. I guess no one really knows, huh? I just want them caught, the thought of people constantly being killed just. . . bothers me, y'know? I wanna make a difference, especially when it comes to disgusting people like that. Who could even - kill? I'm sorry for rambling, I should probably let you go to bed. It's pretty late. I'm a little tired, too."

     "Exactly what I think. You know, you should turn on your light. I can't see you."

     You take a quick breath through your nose as your eyes scan the darkness around you. What did he say? It was silly trying to navigate your room in such a nervous state without being able to see, but you try nonetheless. Opening your door, you make your way to all of the windows in your home first, knowing the doors would be locked. The flashlight from your phone illuminates your path, the phone now put on speaker.

     "Where are you?" you inquire hesitantly. You weren't really sure if you wanted the answer, but talking to the person on the phone was the only thing keeping you from breaking down completely. First window, locked.

     "Why would I tell you that?" Clearly the other has dropped the innocent act, likely bored from playing along or ready to kill you any minute now. Both were equally as unnerving. Now that he was on speaker it constantly sounded as though he were right beside you every time he spoke. You regret your decision a little, but you have to check the house.

     "I don't know." You are surprised your blood hadn't froze in your veins considering how cold it turned. The window in your kitchen was unlocked and opened. He was in the house. Fumbling with your phone to try and not shatter it on the floor, you rush to turn on the light so you can finally take the intruder off of speaker mode and see. "Who are you?"

     "I think you know. You've been writing about me a lot lately."

     You pause for a moment until the realization smacks you in the face and calls you stupid. Ghostface. Ghostface is in your home right now, and you are likely going to be in an article written by Jed Olsen. Why'd it have to be in this circumstance? You are only going to be remembered as a victim of Ghostface. 'Oh, also they were a journalist, but that's not really important.'

     You quickly grab a knife from one of the drawers, the biggest one you own. Considering your arm looks as though it were a small child taking dance lessons for the first time, you aren't really sure if you'd be able to defend yourself properly. 

     “I'm going to call the cops and I'll get you arrested, do you hear me? Even if you kill me they'll realize I'm dead!" You spat, your venomous words simply a facade. 

     "I'll kill you before then. Don't waste their time."

     You let out a sob, half running half stumbling out of the kitchen in a panicked frenzy as you struggle to navigate your own home. The living room. You needed to be in the living room. That way if you needed to you could run to another room or outside, either one. Shakily holding the knife away from your trembling body you glance around, horrified breaths escaping your lungs rapidly. You were going to die in your own home, and you wouldn't even get payed for your next article you were working on. 

     A loud noise causes you to jump and harshly point the knife towards the source. The door. You almost hesitate, unsure of who was there, until you heard the sound of your neighbor calling your name. With a cry of relief you fumbled with the locks and quickly opened the door only to be met with a ghostly mask worn by a man holding a device. Upon seeing him click a button and hearing the sound of your neighbor calling your name again you turn in an attempt to run away, your feet tripping over themselves. You were too slow, however, and he had already predicted your attempt to escape. 

     You try to scream and fight back but find one hand on your mouth and the other around your arms, holding you in place. Regardless, you scream, kick, and throw your arms around the best you can. It does absolutely nothing. You can see his knife grasped in his hand holding your arms to your sides, a shine of light reflecting off of the cold metal. You were going to die, you were going to die, you -

     "Now, if you want to live, you'll go right to your room and open that laptop of yours, got it?" The killer demands as though you don't have a choice, and you really don't. Apparently deciding you aren't likely to scream for help at this point he slowly removes his hand from your face, switching the knife from his other hand to his newly free one. "If you don't, I'll kill you. Understand?"

     You don't think you've ever nodded so fast in your life. Apparently accepting your answer, Ghostface allows you to quickly walk to your room, staying close behind and not allowing you to go to any other destination. Of course he knew where your room was. As you made it to your room you flipped the light switch, barely reacting to the sudden absence of the dark. You had other things to worry about.

     As soon as you entered your room you heard a click. He had shut the door and was now standing right in front of it, not allowing you to leave even if you were dumb enough to try. You hadn't noticed before, but you were crying and your breathing was heavily uneven, filling the silence that tormented you. Rushing over to your laptop, you opened it, looking back at the killer in your room nervously as your gaze flicked between his mask and his knife.

     "Show me your newest article, the one you're working on. Do it for your number one fan." While you couldn't see his face, you could practically sense the smile pulling the corners of his lips upward. You nodded, your fear overwhelming you as you shakily pulled up the screen to your work in progress, placing the laptop on the bed close to the man before taking a few steps away. He chuckled, picked the laptop up, read possibly a few words, and set it back down. Though you had stopped crying, you definitely were in no way, shape, or form calm. You were absolutely terrified, and rightly so.

     "Why don't you finish it for me? I would kill to see what's in the mind of the greatest journalist of all time." He chuckled again, sitting down on your bed and motioning for you to sit next to him. You do, in fear of angering him, and place your laptop onto your lap. While you scroll down to find where you had left off you could hear his breathing directly next to your face as he leaned in to look closer. You couldn't imagine the vision was very good in that mask, but him being so close to you so casually made you undoubtedly nervous.

     With a deep breath you begin typing with shaky fingers, often pausing to try your best to collect your thoughts and put them onto the screen. It proved extremely difficult focusing when a famous murderer was right there, right next to you, reading every single letter you were writing as if it was the answer to life itself. After a while his presence became incredibly overwhelming and you struggled to think, your fingers hovered over various painted letters as you stare blankly at the bright light of the screen. The man must have caught onto your growing fear because he leaned back from your laptop and stared at you, his knife tapping against his knee as he stayed still, seemingly in thought or just observing you.

     You didn't think you could grow any more uncomfortable, but here you are. Eventually you stared down at your keyboard, giving up on the attempt to look at though you were busy. Your entire body shook, your eyes growing blurry once tears began to form once again. He was going to kill you now. You couldn't even think straight, all that had been going through your mind while writing was ways he could and would kill you. You messed up. You messed up. You messed up.

     Your thoughts were interrupted by a gloved hand carefully taking your jaw and adjusting your head so that you were staring right at the horrifying mask you had been hoping to avoid looking at. Your entire body shook as you glanced down at the knife held in his hands. You wanted to watch it to be ready for any attack, but you couldn't help but stare at the mask hiding the killer's face.

     "I won't kill you." he assures as though it would calm you down right then and there. "Not unless I have to, anyway." 

     Your breath hitches and your eyes immediately shut, blurry with fresh tears. You want to disappear, but unfortunately you can't. Trying to think about what the rest of your day had been like you wonder how it had even took this turn. If you had told yourself a few hours ago the most famous killer in your town was going to break into your home and request to read your work they would laugh in your face. You wouldn't blame them.

     The feeling of a leather glove wiping away the tears, new and old, on your face causes you to flinch and open your eyes once again. He was much closer than before, possibly just an inch away from your face. You hadn't even heard him shift forward while you were stuck in your thoughts. Shocked, you try to move back a little only for the Ghostface to wrap an arm around you and keep you close to him, grab the laptop from your lap and place it on his. By the way he was holding you next to him you could barely even move, only causing you to worry further. 

     He hadn't even attempted to hurt you once. Perhaps it was the mere fact that he had hurt, even killed, people before and likely never stressed over it. From what you have heard he even took pride in his 'work', taking pictures of victims and whatnot. You hoped he hadn't taken any pictures of you at some point. He must have stalked you for a while, a few weeks at the least, to know where everything in your house was. As far as you were aware he could've even been in your house before already! You didn't want to even take the chance of trusting him.

     He soon began typing, finishing the work for you instead of forcing you to do it. His knife sat beside him on the bed. Upon noticing you staring at it, he glances between you and the weapon and carefully moved it farther away from him in order to assure he had no plans on harming you anytime soon. The action almost made him seem more human, as if he weren't a murderer that broke into your home and threatened your life multiple times. He seemed almost unsure, nervous that you would suddenly panic and lash out again in an attempt to escape him.

     You stare at the screen absentmindedly for a moment before looking down at your lap and letting out a shaky breath. The killer's hand carefully pats the side of your head for just a moment before returning to its place around your torso, likely another awkward attempt to comfort you. For a killer, you noticed, he was incredibly awkward. When he wasn't ready to murder you at any moment, that is. Though you were absolutely nowhere close to relaxing, you couldn't help but feel more calm than you were before. Even so, you refuse to allow yourself to let your guard down. This was a killer, he can and will likely kill you without another thought. 

     You hadn't meant to, but at some point you had zoned out completely. The only thing taking you out of your thoughts was Ghostface's arm leaving you and him placing your laptop in your lap before retrieving his knife. He pointed the blade towards you, moving it around with small motions as he spoke.

     "I may not have killed you now, but I'll have no problem doing so if I find the cops at my door, got it?" he threatened, clearly waiting for an answer. Your fear returning, you nod and watch him leave your room, likely exiting your home from the same window he had entered. You didn't bother to follow him out. Instead you stared at the now finished article with tired and shocked eyes, barely hearing the sound of your kitchen window shutting.

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[carniferous]

dil i saw that do mi TIIII why not MEEEE and i almost THREW UP . i already know what that one's about.. and i wish i didn't.. (girl who's actually obsessed with that idea and has ranted about it in length to both a friend and one of her sisters)

anyway i live to indulge u especially when it comes to ur fics bc i could listen to u talk about ur writing for hours (i could listen to u talk for hours PERIOD). so i'm saying both 1. pleaseeee break the cycles of abuse you're so sexy aha AND 2. the inherent homoeroticism of the buddy system so u can choose whichever one you prefer or accept my greediness and tell me about the two of them <3

DO ME TIII WHY NOT MEEE hehehehe you already knowww. my one true quest to connect as many mitski songs to jegulus as possible (and omggg i'm so flattered you've been talking about my wips?? little ol me? stoppp ily <- guy who has not shut up about iwttsimm to my best friend

i'll answer both for u laurie <3

that's ibhfts!!! i was wondering if you would pick that one and then it would be a nice little surprise hehe

that's the pandalily fic! the central trope in that one is accidental bonding and it's bond that happens bc of botched potion originally designed for auror partners who need to be close proximity to each other for their safety (but it explodes and gets all over pandora and lily and has some. unintended results lmao) but at one point in the story lily reflects that the bond is literally like the magical version of the buddy system

#ask #hiii laurie fancy meeting u here <333

[xriff-raffx]

Mike Faist smut pleaseeee !!

I gotchu!

Masterlist

His words repeated in my head; “Don’t touch yourself until I get home.” Mike was coming home from a shoot today, he’s been on location for almost 3 weeks and I miss him so much. Lately, he’s been getting kinkier and punishing me when I’m naughty. Whether it was denying me my orgasm or spanking me, it definitely spiced up our love life. To say I loved it would be an understatement, the thought of him punishing me sent a wave of excitement through my body. 

Today was different though, and I wanted to at least try and be good. If I show self-restraint, I’ll be rewarded with kisses and even though sex with him is amazing, cuddly Mike is still my favourite. I lounged around the house like I usually do on Sundays, watching Netflix to keep myself distracted, but it wasn’t working. 

All I could think about was seeing Mike, hearing his voice, smelling his woodsy scent as he hugs me. I couldn’t wait to wrap my arms around his neck and feel his lips on mine. It didn’t take long for my brain to wander to more explicit fantasies, and wanting to try and be good I decided to take a shower. 

The warm water hit my body and my eyes closed instinctively. My mind became flooded with the thoughts I was trying to repress and I became incredibly horny. I still had a few hours until Mike was supposed to get home, so I began to rub myself gently. He doesn’t have to know about it anyway. 

I took the showerhead off the wall and positioned it so the water was directly hitting my clit. I let out a moan at the contact, the pressure of the water felt so good. I began to imagine it was Mike causing the amount of pleasure and I let out another loader moan. I heard a low chuckle behind me and was shaken from my trance.

“Well, What do we have here?” I turned to see Mike smirking at me, still in his jacket and holding his luggage.

“It’s not what it looks like,” I say quickly, placing the showerhead back on the wall, turning the water off. I watched as he nodded slowly before turning to walk out of the bathroom. Grabbing a towel, I quickly follow him to the bedroom, wrapping it around my body. Mike places his bag down and takes his jacket off, lazily tossing it onto the chair. “I’ve missed you so much,” I say walking closer and wrapping my arms around his neck. I went to kiss him but he pulled away and I looked up to see his usual blue eyes have become dark with lust. 

“Sorry babe,” he shrugged slightly, lightly grabbing my hips, “Bad girls don’t get kisses, they get punished.” Quickly Mike picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder, causing me to squeal in surprise. He walked over to the bed and threw me onto it before sitting on the edge himself. “Come here.” I moved so I was bent over his lap, the way he usually positioned me when he was going to spank me. “Now, what am I punishing you for?” He asked harshly while his hand roughly rubbed and grabbed at my ass. 

“I was touching myself without permission,” I replied, doing my best to hide my excitement. 

“That’s right babe, you went against my orders. I’m going to spank you 5 times and I want you to count for me.” His voice was stern and I nodded before feeling his hand roughly come down hard on my ass.

“One.” The feeling made me wince slightly but I could also feel myself getting wetter. Another spank came down, harder than the last, “Two” I moaned slightly.

“You’re not supposed to be enjoying this,” He teased, running his free hand through my hair, “Guess we’ll have to go a little harder.” The next spank was much harder, making a loud slap noise.

“Three,” I called out, trying my best to keep composure, Mike always got annoyed when he could tell I liked my punishments. “Four,” I burrowed my face into my hands to keep from moaning out on impact. “Five,” the last spank was the hardest and I couldn’t contain my noises this time. 

Mike pulled me up so we were face to face, a smile evident as he looked into my eyes. He kissed me hungrily and positioned me so I was sitting on his lap facing him as his hand began to rub my ass where he spanked me. I took the opportunity to run my hands through his hair, pulling slightly causing him to deepen our kiss. We know each other's bodies so well, I can drive him crazy in a matter of seconds and he can do the same. 

“I missed you too, by the way,” He said, moving his lips to my neck causing me to moan slightly. I start to grind slightly on his lap and I can feel him getting harder. 

“I know,” I laugh lightly, hearing him groan lowly at my movement. “But I’m here now, so what do you want?” Reconnecting our lips slightly before I gently bite his bottom lip, Mike pulls me in by my waist and leans back until he's laying flat with me on top of him.

“What do I want?” He asks, I can feel his hands roaming every inch of my body. “Oh, baby I want to make up for all that lost time,” Mike says smirking up at me and I smile back, leaning down to place kisses on his neck. Sitting up to straddle him, I gently tug on his shirt and he quickly removes it. My hands find their way to his chest and I begin to run my fingers over his muscles down to the waistband of his track pants. 

“I want these off now,” I say pulling at them slightly, frowning at their lack of movement. 

“So impatient,” He mumbles, smiling to himself as he wiggles them off his body along with his boxers. I watch as his cock springs free and I grab it instantly causing him to moan quietly. “Alright babe, let me feel how wet you are for me.” He lined himself up with my entrance and I slowly lowered myself down onto his member taking in his length. 

“Oh Mike,” I moaned out. “Fuck, you feel so good.” I began to slowly move on his dick, his hands on my hips, guiding my speed. “Let me do it,” I groan out in frustration and he lets go of me. I quicken my pace, bouncing on his cock and placing his hands on my tits, earning a throaty growl in response as he grabbed them roughly. 

“That’s it (Y/N),” He bucked his hips into me, “Ride me till you cum.”

I did as he said, ending with a loud moan. I moved slowly through my orgasm, feeling my walls clench around his big cock before finally feeling him fill me with his cum moments later. I collapsed onto his chest and he slowly pulled his member out of my pussy. I felt his arms drape around me as he lazily placed kisses on my head.

“Round 2 in 5 minutes?” Mike asked with a smile. I laughed lightly, placing a kiss on his cheek.

#mike faist imagine #smut #mike faist #mike faist smut #anonymous #request #requests open

[arnold-layne]

Collage Slaxl pleaseeee

here you go babygirl <3

“So how was the exa-“ Slash began as Axl walked into the room. The loud door slam already told him everything he needed to know, but Axl looked like he had a lot to say in addition to that, and did not linger to do so.

“This dick! This asshole! This bastard!” Books flew from the table at a wave of a hand. Slash stepped aside so the hard covers wouldn’t hit him on the foot. Paper flew all over the room.

“Hey, those are expensive,” he said.

“So what?” Axl grumbled, “I was just gonna set that motherfucker’s book on fire anyway.”

“It would hurt him more if you sold it. He won’t get no money from someone buying a new one.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. No, no, imagine what he said! ‘Mr. Rose, you don’t appear to take the subject seriously’! If I didn’t take it seriously, I wouldn’t have come to the goddamn exam!”

“Why’d he say that?”

“Because he expected everyone to arrive in fucking suits, I suppose. Imagine being so insecure that your ego gets hurt when a student wears jeans to your exam!”

“I don’t think he’s insecure,” Slash picked up a textbook, flattened out its pages and put it back on the table. “I think he’s a self-centered arrogant dickhead who thinks that everyone should do what he wants.”

“Thanks for the psychoanalysis, Mr. Freud,” Axl rolled his eyes and plopped onto a chair. “We got any beer?”

“In the fridge. So when’s the retake?”

“What retake?” Axl kicked the fridge open, pulled out a bottle of beer and cracked it open right on the fridge door.

“Of the exam.” Slash raised his eyebrows. “Don’t just tell me you stormed out the room without learning when the retake is.”

“Why would I? I got an A.”

Slash frowned. “What?”

“Are you deaf? I got an A. I don’t need to retake the exam.” Axl sipped his beer, openly enjoying the transformation of Slash’s face from confused to angry.

“Then what the fuck was all this about?!” Slash pointed at the books on the floor. “The door-slamming, the screaming?”

“He didn’t like my hair!” Axl murmured defensively. Slash picked up a book and threw it at him. He missed, but Axl had to jump to the side and spilled beer all over his shirt. “Is that what I get instead of a congratulation?! This is my favourite tee!”

“It’ll wash off.” Slash waved his hand. “You really gotta reconsider your priorities, Rose.”

“He’s still an asshole,” Axl took off the t-shirt. “And so are you! Got an A, and all he does is throw books at me! I’m not appreciated in this house…” He opened a closet and dug into a pile of clean – at least Slash hoped so – t-shirts, mumbling angrily.

Slash sighed.

“Pick something nice,” he said. “Let’s go eat out, celebrate your good grade.”

Axl emerged out of the closet with a clean t-shirt in his hands. “That’s better,” he grinned.

#axl rose #slash #slaxl #i mean. theres not so much slaxl in here but still #guns n roses #guns n roses fanfiction #axl is a little bitch and he likes throwing fits but hes also a smart motherfucker and would actually do well at school if he cared enough #you cant change my mind #i didnt forget about blurb requests babes im just slow with them #and thank you for sending in so many <3 #ill get to them eventually #fanfiction #my writing

[saksukei]

ok, so i just read “simon ‘ghost’ riley and his strength” and OMGGGG SHDBNADBNABD PLEASEEEE I WAS SCREAMING GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET 🩷🖤🩷 he’s the most beautiful person to ever walk on this god's green earth, but i also love it because the size difference between me and him ARE INSANE LIKE yes go ahead babe pick me up! anyways, i love it so so so so so soooo much 🩷

i wanna kiss him so bad!!! like i just know he’d be so protective,, wouldn’t let you lift a finger, treating you like fine china omg!!

thank you so much!! i’m glad you liked it anon! (ur my first anon yay <3)

[reneeluvsheeseung]

Dewdrop love pt. ||

A/N : part two because 😞 i hate when my stories are so FHSHSJABAN i think this one will be longer IM IN SUCH A GOOD MOOD LIKE I WANNA WRITE ALL DAYYYYY!!! anyways this is for mack, as per usual, please read this to me aloud ☹️.

soobin x fem!reader

warnings: so much angst i hate myself for this, this a littleeeeee fluff towards the end (a lot hehe) and ?? that's it....

diagnostic// reader is head over heels for soob

It's been weeks now since the incident. You've talked to Soobin a total of, two times. Once when you gave him back his sweatshirt. And another when you say him at the convenience store. Both times were only short conversations. A quick hello, a light smile, a small joke, awkward silence and then goodbye. It did hurt you that you lost Soobin. But you knew it was for the best. It was breaking you to be in love with him, and for him not to feel the same way. It was hard to even sit in the same room with him.

As you listened to music at your desk, your phone buzzed.

Kai 💗

y/nnnnn come with me to tae's house???

You

ahhhh i'm busy!!!!

Kai 💗

y/n :( you're not busy pleaseeee!!!!!?!?

You

ah.. fine..

Kai 💗

YAYYY i'll pick you up in an hour!! Love you!!

You sighed setting your phone down. It had been a while since you hung out with your friend group. You had been avoiding everyone to be honest, you didn't see the point. They all had to know what happened at some point. It's not like it was one sided, they were avoiding you too. The side glances Yeji gave you never went unnoticed.

------

As you were sitting in Kai's car your heart was racing. You weren't ready to see Soobin again. You weren't ready to see any of them yet. You wanted to tell Kai to turn around and stop the car. But before you could you were already pulling into the driveway. The same doors you ran out of 3 weeks ago, The same room you felt your heart shatter. You're back again.

"Y/N, I want you to have fun tonight.. Please don't let Soobin ruin your mood," Kai said softly. His voice pure and full of sweetness. You gave him a soft smile. Stepping out of the car, as he put his arm around you and walked you inside.

"Y/N!!!" Ryujin and Beomgyu both yelled and ran to hug you. Comfort. You felt comforted.

"Hi Y/N," Pain. You felt pain, sick. You said Hi back softly. Letting go of Ryujin and Beomgyu from the hug. You immediately looked down. Not wanting to see Yeji and Soobin so close. See the future you'd thought out for yourself being played by somebody else.

"Let's have fun tonight!!!" Yeonjun yelled. Everyone cheered.

-----

As the conversations split into two, you walked upstairs to go get more drinks. As you placed the sodas on the counter, a indescribable wave of sadness rushed over you. You started crying, feeling helpless. You felt.. dumb. How could you cry this much over one boy. How could he take up your thoughts with just a single sentence.

"Y/N?" There it was again. The feeling of pain. You collected yourself quickly, head facing the floor as you wiped your tears.

"Hm?" you mumbled.

"Are you.. Crying?" He rushed over to you. You just shook your head and grabbed the drinks. You attempted to walk off as he caught your arm.

"Will you let go! Stop tormenting me," You yelled.

"I'm not?.."

"You make me think of you whenever I see bunnies, whenever you smile at me I get that same childish stupid feeling all over again. Please Soobin, just leave me alone." You were crying even more now.

"Y/N please just let me speak." He stated. His voice weak. You didn't look up from the sodas.

"Binnie, come back down and join us!!" The 's' in us being drawn out in result of Yeji's heavy drinking. Soobin looked at you as you scoffed and walked away.

"But." He started. Yeji gave you a side eye as she grabbed Soobin's hand and dragged him to the basement.

"Binnie just have fun~" She slurred the words together. The whole room bursting with laughter and happiness. The environment completely different from the one upstairs. Soobin felt guilty, upset and disloyal.

----

It had been days since the party. And yet again, you were suffering in the ocean of depression. Getting out of bed seemed like a chore. You had almost 70 missed texts and calls. Suddenly the doorbell rang. You combed through your hair with your fingers

If you had a glass in your hand, it'd drop creating a dramatic effect. But you didn't, only your heart. But like the glass, it did drop and shatter, once more.

"I.." There stood Soobin. His mouth ready to say a word, but his heart racing made it hard to speak. "I want to talk." He finally spit out. all you could mutter was a simple "ok" as you moved the door open slowly. He didn't move.

"I love you. I love you, in every way. I love you in every timeline. I.. I wanted to say this back then, but I just.. I can't lose you, Y/N I really really can't. And I know, I was.. Immature about this I was quiet for weeks. But I can't go months without talking to you. Please, Y/N. Let me make this past month up. You're all that matters to me," He broke. He voice filled with sincerity and love. He felt sick that he let this happen. That he let you leave without looking back.

You had no idea what to say. For months you waited for this moment to happen. Now that it was, you had only that thought. Kiss him. So you did, you kissed Soobin.

I love you. I love you. I love you. You're all that matters.

The words replayed in your mind like a broken record. He loved you and you loved him. He loved you, Soobin loved you. Pure and true.

#kpop #kpop angst #txt soobin #txt fluff #txt angst #soobin #beomgyu #heuningkai #itzy yeji #hwang yeji #ryujin #itzy ryujin #kpop imagines

[mars-wants-candy]

💪🏽 For MDGyro-

It was a very late night for Mads and Gyro. Gyro had gotten quite a few clients today who urgently needed him to build or fix things for them, so he had been working nonstop on orders. Mads had gotten really worried about Gyro though, and the fact that he was working so hard without a single break made him unbelievably angry. He knew there was no use in arguing with his boyfriend about taking one though, he didn’t need to deal with Gyro’s attitude. He knew that if he did something now, Gyro would explode on him like a damned volcano, and Mads was in no mood for that.

He did offer to help Gyro out though. Gyro was hesitant at first because honestly? He didn’t quite trust Mads on the workshop right now. He knew that Mads and inventing did not mix well together, mostly due to the whole evil villain thing. However, after about an hour of Mads trying to convince him, Gyro begrudgingly gave in. The two worked on Gyro’s orders together and honestly Mads’ help made it go a bit faster. Still, it took hours for them to finally finish everything. There was one or two other things left to do, but they weren’t due for a few more days, and by 12 o’clock at midnight, Mads was ready for them to go to bed.

“Gy, come on. We’ve been working for hours and I’m exauhsted! Can we pleaseeee go to bed?” Ducktor whined, grabbing his arm and trying to drag him away from the work.

“You can go to bed if you wish, Mads” Gyro said, annoyed. “I still have two more things to do.”

“Ughhh. They aren’t due for another 3 days though. You have plenty of time!” Mads told him. “I promise you, it’s not like your tools are going to grow legs and walk away!”

Gyro huffed, turning around to face him. He crossed his arms and gave his boyfriend an annoyed look. “Mads, Im doing them now, weather you like it or not!” He said.

Gyro turned around to get back to work but before he could do so he felt Mads grab him and pick him up off the floor

“Woah! Mads put me down!” Gyro cried.

“Nope nope nope! We are going to sleep now. I’m not letting you lose sleep over some dumb machines that aren’t even yours! Let’s lay down and cuddle or something. Or better yet, actually go to sleep” Mads insisted.

He carried Gyro bridal style out of the workshop, Gyro struggling in his grasp. Jesus Christ, he was acting like he was being kidnapped. They managed to get to the bedroom without much problem though. The door was open a crack so Mads kicked it open. He took the blanket off the bed and practically threw Gyro onto it, only to cover him with the blanket again.

Gyro grumbled but didn’t protest any longer. There was no point in trying to go back to work now, Mads wouldn’t let him do that anyway.

“I hate you” Gyro said, obviously not being serious.

“Yeah yeah yeah, I hate you too” Mads said, placing a kiss on Gyro’s forehead.

“Goodnight now, darling~”

#hope this is a good one #probably my favorite out of the two requests I got #mars writes #gyro gearloose #archimede pitagorico #mad ducktor #MDGyro #madro

[blackheath505]

[M4F] Rural Slice of Life Romance

Hi! My name is Finger and today I made a plot that I’d really like to roleplay, it’s quite basic although still good! It’s mostly just like slice of life type stuff in a rural type setting and everything. The pairing is MxF with me being the male. The main characters that we’ll be playing is Thomas Sawyer and Arabella Anderson; most of the backstory for Thomas is there, but Arabella’s, except for the appearance, is left blank for the other muse to fill in as they wish.

I’d really love to do this plot, I’m looking for something long term and someone semi-literate to literate, as that is what I am myself. I’m also 16, so I want someone in my general age range as well, that would be much preferred!! I writing around 3 paragraphs per post, although it can fluctuate depending on the scene. But anyways, here is the plot! I’m begging anyone, pleaseeee!!

June 16th, 2024

School’s out for the summer in Richmond, Virginia, which sixteen year old Thomas “Tommy” Sawyer would normally be happy about, although not this year, especially not this year. The main reason for that is because he had to pack up his belongings and leave his childhood home to move in with his mother’s family down in rural Ross County, Texas. He hadn’t ever seen his mother’s side of the family before, and if it was his choice he wouldn’t be going down there, but thanks to his Dad, Charles for going to prison, Tommy had to go. Tommy’s mother had passed years earlier in 2019 due to her many health problems. After her death, the family was broken; Charles became an alcoholic, Tommy had to take an entire semester off of school and almost failed 6th grade had it not been for the pandemic.

The way Tommy would get to Texas was by his uncle, Leroy, who had driven all the way from Ross County, Texas to Richmond, Virginia. It was a twenty hour drive just to Richmond, but Leroy hadn’t minded at all, arriving on the evening of the 16th, picking Tommy up and then heading straight back down to Texas. The first few hours were awkward; he hadn’t ever met his uncle until that day, but by the time they made their first stop for the night in Tennessee, they had already gotten to talking. Tommy had learned that Leroy was a cow farmer(if the Ford F-150 truck wasn’t already a sign) owning a good chunk of land in Ross County for his cattle to graze on. He also learned the names of Tommy’s four children and wife. The wife’s name was Sarah, the oldest child who was 19 years old was named Elizabeth, the third oldest was 16 years old and named John, the 2nd youngest was 13 and named Cindy, and the youngest was 10 and named Frank. “The Martin Family,” Leroy had referred to them multiple times, as his last name was Martin, so it was only fitting.

By the time the two reached Ross County, late into the night on the 17th, almost the 18th. The Martin’s lived far out, even from the only town in the county, called Ferris. There was no internet or cell service out at the Martin’s house, only a landline phone. Their house was surprisingly more modern than Tommy had expected, it was a two story home with four bedrooms and three bathrooms, and most things in the house surprisingly were modern, like the tv and washing machine and dryer and such. Elizabeth was off to college in Austin, so Tommy got her room, which had all of her stuff cleaned out and all that was in there now was a bed, a dresser, a nightstand and a tv. Tommy was a bit on edge the first night, the realization setting in that this is where he’d be from now on, at least for the near future. His phone was practically useless, having no way to contact his friends or anything from it.

The first few days were spent getting Tommy accustomed to everything, the morning after he arrived at the house he met everyone, who were all pretty kind, all of them but Frank knowing why Tommy moved down here. Each night, at seven o’clock on the dot, sometimes a little later, the family would have dinner at the family table, something the young man was definitely not accustomed to but didn’t mind at all. On Friday of that week, everyone would pile into Leroy’s truck and head into town, to go eat at the local restaurant, Bell’s. There, Tommy would meet a lot of the locals there; it wasn’t too many people but he definitely couldn’t remember everyone’s names. The day after, Tommy was first put to work, working with John and Leroy on the farm. It was hard work, and he wasn’t sure about it at first, but later on he’d eventually find enjoyment in working.

On Sunday June 23rd, almost a week after arriving in Ross County, the family would pile into the truck once again and head back into town to attend church. Afterwards, outside of the church, he’d meet a girl; Arabella Anderson, a girl his age with long, beautiful black hair and green eyes that seemed to mirror Tommy’s eyes, though not his dirty blonde hair. There, Arabella would make small talk with Tommy, where they would find out that their farms were relatively close to each other, leading to Arabella giving Tommy her number…

#dm rp #roleplay #rp #slice of life #roleplaying #mxf rp #mxf roleplay #discord 1x1 #1x1 roleplay

[sxlver-sweet]

OK OK PLEASE HEAR ME OUT IN THIS ARBA I BEG U: we all know chifuyu would be the biggest simp for his s/o, but now i realize that he just gives me big malewife vibes

imagine a f!reader that just irradiates girlboss energy (like half of the time shes mean and serious / maybe shes in a gang too? or she knows to fight really well for the fun of it) and chifuyu would just looking at her and being like: yeah, i love her, i will marry her. he would be so whipped lol

pleaseeee i just need more chifuyu content because i love him ??

wait oh my god that's such a sexc idea. pleASE WHERE HAVE ALL THESE ANONS BEEN WITH THESE IDEAS AFKDJFSKFSL Y'ALL GOT THIS ON LOCK

MAY I RAISE YOU THIS:

you coming home from a brawl covered in blood and looking like you’re ready to murder the next person you see, only to sigh and ruffle chifuyu’s hair affectionately when he sheepishly admits that he almost burned down the kitchen trying to make you brownies

chifuyu wanting to be babied by you and feeling secure in your arms on days he feels down

you shaking off three different opponents with ease yet finding yourself defenseless and a pushover when chifuyu forces you into a seat to treat your wounds

toman watching you knock down opponent after opponent and being like “yo, that’s your girl?” to chifuyu, who’s leaned back sipping on a bottle of water completely at ease like, “yeah, what about it?”

baji poking fun at how utterly whipped chifuyu is and buying him a mug that says “world’s greatest wife” but chifuyu sips coffee out of that bitch daily with zero problems. it’s partly to spite baji, but also it’s also partly because shiiiit👀

you standing alone in front of a gang and politely asking them to leave, but then putting their commander in the dirt when he tries to attack you, anyway. meanwhile, chifuyu’s just looking at you with heart eyes like “that’s my future wife”

chifuyu thinking you’re the cutest when you send him “<3″ and “:D” while texting

once you guys retire from the delinquent world, chifuyu having the god tier idea to cut your gang jackets in half and stitch the halves together into two new jackets. that way, you’ll be wearing half of his jacket and half of yours, and vice versa

y’all will be training together and you’ll flip chifuyu over your shoulder and he’ll be laying sprawled on the ground with a bruised ego before rethinking it and being like, “wait, that was kind of attractive--”

chifuyu will get defensive whenever someone slanders you for your strong physique or “unfeminine habits,” and if they disregard his warning for them to knock it off, they’ll catch a foot to the face real quick

chifuyu malfunctioning whenever you pick him up or throw him over your shoulder. he’ll just get really quiet and won’t say anything even after you set him down. he’ll still be trying to process wtf just happened and why his stomach feels so jittery

chifuyu lowkey competing with you over who can give stronger hugs

chifuyu getting an ego boost whenever he manages to catch you off guard and make you squeal with surprise by sweeping you off your feet or lifting you off the ground also him having the biggest smile on his face when he’s holding your strong, mean ass like a princess

chifuyu admiring your “if your followers’ well-being isn’t your top priority, you don’t deserve to be their commander” mentality and wanting to better himself as a person so that he can stand equally beside you

if the situation allows it, best believe chifuyu’s gonna be right by your side during a brawl so he can watch your back, because he knows from experience that not everyone can dodge everything, regardless of how skilled you are

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers chifuyu #chifuyu x reader #🍬arba’s got mail🍬

[chaoscontrolr]

some thoughts, concerns, and hopes for the third movie:

its not the end of the world if they do leave her design but honestly scu if you change maria's appearance to be anything but blonde and blue eyed i would love you forever and ever. i dont think i need to elaborate on why

if we're predominantly following SA2s plot (as i personally hope!!) and we see sonic get thrown in jail (lmfao) then i wonder if his c*p dad is gonna be the one to bail him out..?! honestly i think that would be pretty cool to see! otherwise i wonder if thats where we'll be introduced to amy, her coming to bust sonic out of jail, if she's gonna be in the movie too.

shadow's backstory is dark and sad, probably the darkest in all the sonic stories, whereas the preceding two movies have been overall more light-hearted and yk kid friendly, which is 100% fine but i just wonder how well they'll be able to continue that more light-hearted theme for the third movie, or if they'll sacrifice that a bit and let the movie be a little darker? idk but i'm interested to see what they'll do

they made a ton of revenue off of the last movie right, they better BLOW the budget on shadow's skating animation i am not even joking i wanna see those skates emit the coolest damn little flames you have ever seen and watch that boy skate on the big screen in all the 100000000 fps glory he deserves

are we going to get rouge AND amy?? i would love to see some girlies but i have a hard time envisioning how they can only bring one and not the other, since at least rouge is pretty central to sa2s storyline and amy is just yk, amy, shes also an iconic and famous character and im certain a lot of fans and kids want to see her too! they have quite the task on hand then to introduce 3 new sonic characters to earth... at least shadow is easy he's already there but what reasoning will they come up with for rouge and amy coming to earth? idk but ig we'll see what they do. if anything though i guess if they had to pick between the two they would pick amy, but that would upset a lot of people (myself included ngl) so hopefully they can bring in everyone necessary

continuing the last point, if they did bring in both of those girls then it will be a huge increase in sonic characters on screen which is AWESOME but they'll still have to balance all of those on screen with the human cast too so good luck to them honestly but i guess its doable anyway if they plan everything out right, especially if we don't get robotnik back then it will probably be easy even

can we please PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEE see shadow grind down the golden gate bridge like in the sa2 intro/radical highway dude PLEASE i will be so happy for the rest of my life if we can see that scene in the movie!!!! like its so famous you HAVE to include it in the movie pleasEEE

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