#Che x Reader

[rosemaze-reveries]

ptn: che x reader. drive-in movie date <3

haii rui chama..... 🥴🫶 anything for uu..

⚜ Drive-in movies are a common date destination for you two. Easy and cliché, but nothing gets old as long as you’re together, right? The movie is never the important part.

⚜ He always picks you up in a different car each time... usually some beat-up sedan he found somewhere. You were very impressed the first time his date car didn’t have slashed seats or smelled like rust and gunpowder.

⚜ Ever since you commented on that, he’s been more conscious about the stolen vehicles he presents you. It’s like his equivalent of a bouquet. The nicest one he ever scored was a sleek black sports car — the actual owner chased after him for hours, but he still made it for your date <3

⚜ Che never pays for anything. The staff are either unfocused or just don’t care enough, so it’s easy for him to smooth talk his way into walking out the door with everything he wants, free of charge. His silver tongue is really attractive, especially when it’s used for you,,

⚜ Always keeps random snacks on hand, but he doesn’t mind getting something from the concessions. He loves the idea of splitting a shake with you ... throwing popcorn at you ... seeing the reflection of the big screen light up your eyes ... ough

⚜ Usually you’ll pop open the back of the car and sit together in the space there 😌 He brings blankets but still lets you wear his jacket, and prefers to either lie on your lap or right next to you. Sometimes dozes on your shoulder, sometimes guides your arms to drape around him. 

⚜ Even though the movie itself isn’t the point, he definitely prefers action/horror as a genre. So if you end up seeing a romcom or drama he’ll lose interest and focus way more on you. Puts on a needy smile and tugs at your collar, peppers you in lots of kisses ... he’s like a whiny, affectionate puppy

⚜ Anyway, you start insisting on seeing more romcoms 🌹

#path to nowhere #path to nowhere imagines #ptn imagines #ptn x reader #ptn x you #che x reader #che x you #ptn che #ptn che x reader

[myckicade]

Back Home - Chapter One

Summary: You and Che had been so happy. Everything had almost seemed perfect. You hadn't counted on the bastard up and leaving you. Che's return is even less expected. You've carried on, rebuilt your life, and are enjoying where you're at. It's going to be a fight to see whether Che can fit back into the space he used to occupy, if that space still exists, at all.

A/N: C’mon, now, y’all… You know I couldn't pass this up, series end, or not. I wanted to get two others up first, but, as usual, this one just would not leave me alone! Contains spoilers up until... Well. This is the end of the road, so spoilers for the whole series!

P.S. SPOILERS: I’ve had to fuck about with the timeline a bit, as I have no idea whether Taza’s absence lasted five minutes, or ten years. This show is wonky, that way. 

Teaser: It’s been a long time since you’ve found yourself speechless, but here you stand, speechless, and lost, and half-scared of something that doesn’t even exist. 

* 

This can’t be real, you tell yourself, the words shaping and forming and dying in your head before they can reach your lips. Your numb, trembling lips. All of you feels like it’s trembling. The cool breeze blowing in from the open door has little to do with the shiver working its way over your skin, much as you’d like to give it the credit right now. You know your face looks like you’ve seen a ghost. It has to. Still, you can’t find it in yourself to scream, or speak, or even sputter out a single sound. It’s been a long time since you’ve found yourself speechless, but here you stand, speechless, and lost, and half-scared of something that doesn’t even exist. 

Yet, it does. It exists in the shape of six-odd feet of handsome, half-slouching, complete asshole of a man standing on your front steps. The two of you have been staring at one another for entirely too long, since the moment he showed his face, and spoke your name. It was – and still is – pathetic, how easily the sound of his voice made you weak in the knees. 

Oh, this asshole. 

“How’d you get this address?” comes flying out of your mouth so suddenly, it takes you a moment to realize that you’re actually the one who said it. You watch as Che, seemingly just as startled as you, shifts on his feet. 

“I went by your old apartment,” he admits, finally breaking eye contact to glance down at his boots. “New tenant seemed to know you? She told me where you’d moved to.” 

“Fucking Diane,” you sigh, glancing over Che’s head to take in a quick glimpse of the stars. You have a fabulous view of the night sky from here, much better than you ever could have hoped for at your apartment. He’s never seen this, you consider. Not from here. Not like he was supposed to. Che moves, barely a step to the side, bringing your attention back to him. “It’s been a year, Che.” Your tone is firm, probably a little harder than is strictly necessary, but you’ve practiced this. Sure, you may never have expected to see this rotten motherfucker ever again, but you’ve prepared yourself for the scant possibility that you’d one day get the chance to toss him back out on his ass. 

The nerve. The fucking balls this bastard has, right now. 

Che blows out a breath. “I know,” he agrees, shoving his hands deeper into the pockets of his jacket. His eyes are on you once more, a hesitance in them that shines against the light of the porch. You wait a beat, then two, and by five it’s clear he isn’t going to continue. 

“That’s it?” you scoff. “You know?” 

“I can leave, if you’d like?” It’s a genuine offer, you can tell. It’s not a threat. There’s no intentional manipulation in the letters. But then, there wouldn’t be. Che’s never been that type of man, certainly not to you. He’s honest, and decent, and devoted, and you need to stop before you remember every reason why you love him. 

Before you lose sight of every reason to choke him with your bare hands and start caving into every desire you still have to wrap your arms around him, and never let him go. 

Fuck. Angel is right. You’ve gotta’ get out of that book club. 

Focusing back in on the matter at-hand (so to speak), you have two options before you. This is a man you haven’t heard from in more than a year. So much has changed. You’ve changed. He surely has, as well. It’s probably a bad, bad idea to do anything other than turn him away. 

On the other hand… Well… You’ve missed him so damned much, and the idea of watching him drive away for good – again – already has your eyes welling up with tears. Fuck, you really can’t do it, can you? How fucking pathetic. You need, need, need to stick to your guns. Tell him he’s lost his chance. Tell him things are different now. Anything, anything to make sure you don’t weaken in the face of this choice. 

But… Aside from this, this one big, huge thing, he’s never done a damned thing to upset you. To hurt you. The two of you have always played it straight in your relationship, all the cards on the table, full-tilt, no stops, feel free to pass GO! and keep on driving. You’ve thought about this more than once (twice, ten times and better), wondered exactly what in the world could have been so bad, so terrible, that Che had felt the need to run, instead of facing it head-on with you. Stepping out on you has crossed your mind. A late-in-life crisis of some kind. And the ugly possibility that you’ve never really known the man you’ve been in love with. For all you know, Che wants to tell you about the secret family he’s been keeping in Modesto. Wife and kids. Husband and kids. Do you really want to know? 

Glancing up, you find Che shifting around again, two seconds from backing off the steps, and down the driveway to his bike. Whether on impulse, or by some crazy ass design, you make your decision. “Sit down,” you instruct, pointing to a patio table and two chairs set up at the corner of the porch. “I’ll be right back.” He nods, clearly surprised, all over again. You nod once, yourself, before disappearing into the kitchen. 

What are you doing? 

Reaching into the refrigerator, you retrieve two cold beers. You have the feeling you’re going to need one. 

What the fuck are you doing, (y/n)? 

You turn back from the door and pause. Would liquor be more suitable for this conversation? Might send the signal that this meeting is far more friendly than it has right to be. Giving Che false hope is something you would rather avoid, and a night of drinking liquor has never not led you two to the bedroom. 

Decisions, decisions. 

You shouldn’t be doing this, at all. No good can possibly come from it. Who’s to say the man outside is even looking for signs of hope? Two minutes ago, he was ready to ride off into the night, no questions asked. Can’t be he’s really too eager to apologize, right? He had that chance, and all you got was, I know. The fuck are you supposed to do with that? 

Groaning, you shift both beers to the bend of your left arm and retrieve a bottle of Jose Cuervo from the cupboard with your right hand. It takes some maneuvering, but you finally make your way back out to the porch, balancing the beers, the liquor, and two shot glasses in your arms. Che immediately jumps up from his seat to help you, relieving you of the bottle and glasses, and you find yourself thanking him, as always. 

“Thanks, babe.” 

“Welcome, doll.” 

Neither of you seem to know what to say for a hot second, staring at one another from across the table like two deer caught in cross traffic. You can feel your face growing warm, thankful for the dim glow of the Christmas lights you’ve left strung on the porch since early last November. They’re clear, warm and cool shades of white, with the ability to twinkle, and flash, and induce seizures on the right settings. Angel keeps telling you to take them down. (”It’s July, for fuck’s sake!”). Che has yet to comment on them, but you know he has already formed an opinion, which likely mirrors Angel’s, but with kinder, more considerate wording. 

Clearing your throat, you take the seat closest to the door, where Che has chosen to box himself into a corner. He can hop the railing if he needs to make a clean getaway, but strategically speaking, it’s not the smartest move he’s ever made. Still, you pass him a beer, before setting up the shot glasses. Che reaches for the tequila and pours you each a shot. Smooth. Simple. Familiar. Something clenches in your chest. 

“So,” Che begins, lifting up his glass. He looks your way, expectantly, until you do the same. He gives you an awkward half-smile, before you both down your shots. Fuck. It’s good stuff, but that first one tends to hit you where you live. “How have you been?” 

Really? That’s his starter? 

And, wow, it seems like you aren’t going to like any of his attempts tonight, huh? 

Cracking open the can in front of you, you shrug. “Busy, I guess?” Another shrug quickly follows the first. “Had a lot on my plate, for a while. Opening the new store. Buying the house.” 

Che thumbs at the lip of his can, not yet opening it. “I heard about that. Finally went ahead with it, huh?” 

“I did,” you reply, around a sip of Labatt. “Brick and mortar, this time. No more working out of the apartment or driving around town making deliveries.” You look over and find a warm smile waiting for you. 

“I’m proud of you,” Che murmurs, all sincerity and happiness. It’s your stomach’s turn to get all fluttery. “That’s awesome.” 

Darting your attention elsewhere, you quickly down another mouthful of beer. It’s too familiar. You’ve said far too much. “How about you?” you ask, upon swallowing. You’re not looking his way. You can’t. This is already going all wrong. “Been up to anything fun?” Silence reigns for a moment. It’s unsettling, but you manage to bring yourself to look up again. Che is staring at you, all traces of his smile gone. In its place, an expression you cannot name. It’s almost sad, but not quite. A touch guilty, but not completely. You don’t like it, this look he’s sending your way, panic seizing you enough to blurt out, “I see you’ve cut your hair, again.” 

“Don’t do that,” Che replies, almost immediately. His tone catches you by surprise, so low and serious you feel another shiver building at the base of your spine. 

“Don’t do what?” 

Che blinks, just once. “Don’t try to act like everything’s okay,” he continues. “We both know it isn’t.” That shiver climbs a little higher. True and fair though that is, it’s the only way you’re going to get through this. Cool indifference, at its finest. “While I appreciate not being greeted with a toaster upside the head, I don’t appreciate the passive attitude.” 

Damn. Talk about caught. 

“Got rid of the toaster,” you mumble after a moment, brushing imaginary debris from your pant leg. “I’m up to an air fryer now.” A laugh breaks free from Che’s mouth, and you fight the smile creeping across your lips in response. You’ve missed that sound so damned much. 

You’ve missed him so damned much. The way he talks, low and smooth like the finest honey. The way he looks at you, heart in his eyes, like you mean the world to him, ten times over. You never expected to lay eyes on him again, let alone to have the chance to spill out everything you’ve spent endless hours grumbling about to yourself. Practicing in your head. The ugly words you’ve wanted to throw at him, and the calm manner in which you’ve wanted to deliver them. Now is that chance, and... 

And the words won’t jump off your tongue. 

“You’re allowed to be pissed,” Che continues, unknowingly encouraging you toward letting him have it with both barrels. “Hell, I’d be shocked if you weren’t.” 

You sigh, deep and heavy. “I didn’t know what to be, for a while,” you admit, fiddling with the various rings on your fingers. Your right thumb brushes over the circle of silver on your left index finger. A medium sized band, with citrine stones embedded in the surface, and engraved, Love, Che. Even after everything, you haven’t found it in yourself to take it off. Tuck it away somewhere. Toss is out. You should have. You’d still have every right to do it, too. You just... 

Can’t. 

The silence must be getting to him, because Che is suddenly asking, “How are the kids?” Oh, boy. Now, here is where you’d really enjoy giving the man what for. Your poor babies. You could keep your calm for what you have been through, yourself, but your babies? You’ve been silent too long, again, it seems, from Che’s worried call of “(Y/n)? Are they okay?” 

“Flint looked for you, every damned day.” There. Now it’s out in the open. You catch Che’s flinch from the corner of your eye, a smug sense of satisfaction coming over you at the sight. “It was a fight to get him to eat for about a week, he was so upset.” Flint, your old boy, had become Che’s little buddy over your time together. They’d go for rides in the truck together. Have naps on the couch like the two grandpas you’d joked they were. Walk together. Eat together, as far as Che sharing food from his plate. While your dogs are hardly Che’s responsibility, watching Flint suffer through that pain still sits with you like an open wound. Even now, the tears are gathering at your eyes. 

“I never meant to-” 

“Max destroyed some of your clothes,” you interrupt, not wanting to hear his bullshit until you’re done. If your feelings don’t come out now, they never will. “Two pair of pants, some socks, and your brown boots.” You pause, clearing your throat. “Wasn’t a full day after you’d gone. I think she knew.” 

Che grimaces. “Girl always liked to tear my shit apart.” He sighs. “Not that I blame her.” 

“I don’t, either.” You shrug. “I had enough respect for you not to go batshit on the stuff you left behind, and I packed everything away after I caught Max in the act, but the temptation existed.” Reaching out, you pour another shot of tequila for Che, and one for yourself, which you promptly swallow. He doesn’t touch his. “You left just about everything, too, I know you realize.” 

“Kinda’ hard to cram my life in a backpack and saddlebags.” He leans forward in his seat, elbows on his knees, hands folded together in front of his face. He’s quiet for a moment, before bowing his head. “You know... I don’t wanna’ sit here and make excuses, and I’m not going to. I know what I did, and it was a dick move, and telling you ‘I’m sorry’ just isn’t gonna’ cut it.” 

Finally, you fully look at the man beside you. It’s the first time he’s said those words tonight, even if they were only uttered to make a point. He’s right. No apology is going to cut it, not now. Words are just fucking words, something you’ve had to come to grips with over the last year. Actions are what matter, isn’t that what you two have always agreed on? He took off. Up and left you holding the bag on so much emotional shit, you’re still digging out from the avalanche. 

But... He’s here now. That’s action, too. How much does that count for? 

Shaking your head, a bit, you try to focus back in. Too many questions, too many possibilities, and too much familiarity are invading your mind. There is something far more pressing to begin with, prompting you to turn your body in your chair, so that you can give Che your full attention. “Are you going to tell me what happened?” 

Che looks at you for a moment, relief in his eyes. “Yeah,” he murmurs, before nudging the tequila bottle closer to you. “You’re gonna’ want more of that while I do.” 

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[machiavellli]

Some Theodore Nott headcanons˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

Notes: I’m no ff writer, but in the past couple of days @slytherinslut0 kept taking about him and so I went on the internet and did the only sane thing I had to do: search any piece of information about the actor. And ever since I discovered that Lorenzo Zurzolo is not only Italian, but from ROME, I can’t stop thing about him. I need to let out those thoughts of mine.

Now, you don’t understand. ROMAN GUYS LOVE ON ANOTHER LEVEL. Like this is very personal and subjective maybe BUT, in humble opinion, they become absolutely and utterly taken by you. It’s wonderful. Like maybe I am idolizing, but let’s take my bf as an example, Roman guy ™️, he loves like no one else. Then, girls from Lazio will probably throw tomatoes at me, but no one can stop me right now.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language, almost totally fluff. Based on personal experience. NOT PROOFREAD (class is starting RIGHT NOW)

Scusatemi per la probabilmente pessima interpretazione dei ragazzi romani, care personcine romane, io sono più del sud, ma vivo più a Nord, al Nord oltre al Nord (un bel mix if you ask me). Questa è pura esperienza personale che trasferisco su un personaggio immaginario.

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Theodore Nott, your Italian Slytherin guy:

He might take his time to decide if you are the one for him

BUT the moment he decides you are the one for him, he will take you out on a date in less than a week starting from now

There is no point on waiting any longer.

He will arrange the date, you just have to show up and look pretty, no need to lift a finger for anything else.

Old fashioned type of guy.

(And I feel like his fashion reflects that)

Will hold any door for you, move the chair for you, pay dinner and even your ride back home if necessary.

Maybe if you go with him for a walk after your dinner and the right atmosphere forms, you will have your first kiss with him. Something very delicate, soft, but still exciting.

He will probably ask to see you again the very next day, he can’t take enough of you.

As I said, I think Roman guys are pretty direct, they don’t waist their time, it’s either with them or nothing. No games to play.

So yeah, you might not be used to but he will ask you to be his girlfriend in a very little time (for me it was the day of my first date, but again, very personal)

Why should he wait? He likes you and that’s all that matters.

After that: you got him in a chokehold.

He will walk you to class. Every. Single. Day.

Will do absolutely anything just to spent more time with you.

He might be a little shy to start using “pet names”

Maybe he will start with a simple “amò” (short version of “love”), which is romantic, but not strictly, I also use it with my girl friends (and a more corrupted version is “amio”, but I use it only as a joke, but there are girls who actually use it and no shame on that)

Many guys usually refer to their girlfriends as “la mia tipa” (which I don’t like), and he will also do that at first, but once he gets comfortable he will always call you “la mia ragazza” (even in front of his friends)

And I have to advise you on that, he will tell you that infamous “ti amo” pretty soon too.

Again: no time to die (is this an actual English saying or am I just make it up right now?boh)

You two are watching the sunset, when you notice that he’s not looking at the sky anymore but at you

A couple of minutes pass by and you ask “what is it?”

With those big beautiful eyes and that smirk of his, he will look at you and just say “nothing amore, ti amo”

He won’t expect for you to say it back

You can wait as long as you like for telling it back, there’s no rush, no pressure to say it back

Your moroso (usually adults use this term but for me it’s cute) just wanted to let you know that he cares about you.

He will literally say “because it felt right, why should I wait?”

My man is just expressing what he feels

And you want to say no to that???crazyyyy

As I already stated, he is so kind with you and with some time he will absolutely let you know that his love language is touch.

At first in your first months of dating it’s just holding hands, an arm around you shoulder, an arm on your waist,…

And at first he won’t be always touching (and with it I mean the things I listed above) you in public.

Mama’s boy is direct but still has light sheer of shyness

How could he not. He finds you beautiful under every light.

BUT THEN

And with it I mean after you get intimate, which will take a a couple of months

Listen, if things are serious in real life, it takes a bit of time…so’ seria io quindi per me funziona così

After that he will and without holding back always touching you in public (WHICH DOESNT MEAN IN A SENSUAL WAY)

He will hold your hand, put a hand on your thigh,… this type of stuff. He just needs to know you are here with him.

Definitely the type of guy that tries to kiss you even at the worst moments.

You are speaking with someone? What does it mean that he can’t kiss you? Ao non scherziamo qua

You are his and he definitely doesn’t share

(And he’s definitely yours don’t worry, absolutely don’t worry.)

Jealous type of of guy.

Let’s be honest here: he won’t be happy about your guy friends (maybe I’m toxic but I won’t be happy about his girl friend that are not my friend first too)

If you can drop them, it’s for the best.

“Io so che cazzo pensano quelli” he will tell you a bit frustrated

My man just wants to protect you, Italian guy ™️ behavior (very common in my opinion for them to be protective, like last week an Italian guy, a friend 🅰️🅾️, from the north literally shielded me from a weird-looking fella, moving me to the other side of the street)

Sometimes he will just look at you and say “sei bellissima” with the cutest smile known to human kind

Or maybe something like “Lo sai che sei proprio bella?” while he similes at you

And yes, he will tell you always and everywhere, even with a whisper during class just to get you flushed, even if you look like shit <3

You will often find asking to yourself how a person can love you so much, care for you so much.

Like this is not a self esteem problem, even if you are extremely confident: you will ask yourself this.

Because in every flaws he finds beauty.

It’s out of this world.

He won’t in fact tolerate you taking shit about yourself and he might be even be rude about it

“Smettila con ste cazzate.”

He can’t comprehend how you could say that about yourself, “la sua amata e diletta” (si si lo so, “diletta” è come Machiavelli definisce sua moglie e sì non c’entra per nulla, ma volevo aggiungerlo, non rovinatemi la magia)

He will talk with you about your future, about how he would like to have kids with you, “pensa che bello avere dei piccoli noi che corrono in giro per casa”

And then, this one is extremely based on personal experience, after some time he will just start saying “I wanna marry you”, “Ti voglio sposare”

Even during random moments, he will look at you and just say it

Like, it doesn’t mean you are getting married right now. No. It just means that he wants you forever, he won’t leave you.

He will make you happy in every way possible (yeah even in the bedroom)

Cuddling you is THE activity for him.

And if he can lay between your thighs, that’s basically haven. He won’t stop saying “così soffici” and then kiss them.

He also loves kissing you, as passionate as it gets.

He will “hold you hair in deep devotion” (he is so “I wanna be yours” coded)

Also: “say yes to haven” coded.

He will always protect you, no matter against who.

He will choose you over anything.

If his friend are rude to you or say ANYTHING bad about you, they are over, he won’t tolerate any form of aggression on you.

You are the only woman in this world for him…like even an angel could walk by and he would still have his eyes on you only.

He won’t even look at other girls anymore, why should he? He has found la sua anima gemella dopotutto.

In the end, you really will become il suo tesoro, and the nickname tesoro will probably be the most used one.

“Ti amo tantissimo”, ti dirà ogni sera prima di darti la buonanotte.

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-> part II

Ahh ​Roman guys are my Roman Empire.

My asks are open btw!

#theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x you #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott #theodore nott fluff #harry potter #slytherin #say yes to heaven #i wanna be yours #my fanfiction #devo iniziare a guardare più film e cose italiane #Ma poi come parla>>> #adoro aiuto #scioccobasita che non sapevo chi fosse #slytherin boys #slytherin boys x reader #italy #pure fluff #lorenzo zurzolo #draco malfoy #lorenzo berkshire #fanfic #Harry Potter fandom #Slytherin aesthetic #theodore nott headcanons #my gif to you #theo nott #theo nott x reader #theo nott x y/n #theo nott x you

[mubabee]

I love the characterssss(also the girlies are genderbent here)

Just a few voice lines from the characters.

I actually though Che was a woman at first since most of the characters are.

#x reader #y/n #path to nowhere x reader #path to nowhere #y/n x character #x y/n #art #hecate #hella #traditional art #Che

[cool-fancier]

A Day Of Rest

Platonic BEBE x Reader

Synopsis: You planned a pampering, shopping, and karaoke day for you and the girls. Laughter and smiles strengthened your friendship, leaving everyone refreshed and grateful.

Minah, Bada, Lusher, Kyma, Tatter, Cheche, and Soweon have been struggling as an outcome of the Street Woman Fighter competition.  The lengthy hours of rehearsals and intense dancing duties had exhausted them all physically and mentally. You couldn't stand seeing them so tired as their best friend, so you thought it was time for a girls' day out to help them rest and unwind.

You called each of the girls one sunny morning and invited them to join you for a day of pampering and fun. They all agreed excitedly, and you could sense the joy in their voices as they enjoyed the break from the tough competition.

You were the first to arrive at Minah's house, greeted by her tired but bright smile. She'd been practising a difficult choreography , and her body was feeling the strain. "I can't believe you're doing this for us," she said as you hugged her.

"You deserve it," you said back. "We're going to have a great time, and I promise you'll feel refreshed by the end of it."

The entire group soon gathered at Minah's house, and laughing and talking filled the air. Bada, Lusher, Kyma, Tatter, Cheche, and Soweon were all thrilled about the upcoming day. They were aware that they needed a break, and you were determined to give them the best girls' day out they'd ever had.

Your first destination was the nail salon, where you had all made appointments to have your nails done. Each of your friends chose a distinct style, and the salon was buzzing with enthusiasm and relaxation. The nail professionals gave you all with attention, and the girls were speechless about how much they needed it.

Bada, in particular, had picked a design that consisted of her passion for dance, and she couldn't take her eyes away from her nails. "This is exactly what I needed," she murmured, gratefully looking up at you.

You went to a spa for pedicures after leaving the manicure salon. You couldn't help but notice the transformation in the group as you all relaxed in luxurious chairs. Their worn faces had been replaced by smiles and a sense of calmness.  The competition's stress had temporarily vanished replaced by utter peace.

Kyma, who had been experiencing the strain from the competition, sighed blissfully.  "I didn't realise how much I needed this," she confessed. "Thank you for doing all of this Y/N unnie, you're the best."

The rest of the day was spent shopping. You led them around boutiques and stores, encouraging them to choose something they liked. Each of them found  a unique object that made them grin. Sowoen even found a unique set of sunglasses that she couldn't help but try on, causing the entire group to burst out laughing.

The relationship between you and your girls became stronger over the day. The shared pampering and shopping experiences, along with the opportunity to enjoy one other's company without the pressure of competitiveness, provided a genuinely reassuring sense of friendship.

Tatter, who had been struggling with injuries from her dance missions, seemed to have forgotten her pain for the day. "This is exactly what I needed," she exclaimed, her face beaming with delight. "I can't thank you enough for this unnie, it means the world to me."

You all decided to go to a near park after a delicious meal at a cosy restaurant. The weather was shining brightly, and you had brought a picnic basket with of your friends' favourite snacks. The park became a haven of calm, with everyone sitting on a giant blanket, telling stories and eating snacks.

Lusher, who had been pushing herself to the edge during the competition, rested back on her elbows and took in the scenery. "I can't remember the last time I felt this relaxed," she admitted, tears welling up in her eyes.

The day was coming to an end, but you had one more surprise in store for them. You had booked a private room at a karaoke bar, knowing that it was a popular activity among your friends. Their cheeks lit up with enthusiasm the instant they walked into the room and noticed the microphones.

Bada, who was known for her loud voice, was the first to reach for a microphone. The girls joined in as she sang out a song, and the room filled with laughter and music. They sang their hearts out, forgetting all the competition's stress and worries.

Kyma, who is recognised for her dynamic stage presence, had everyone in stitches with her hilarious performance. The karaoke session was the ideal way to cap off the day, allowing the others to let loose and have a good time.

As the night drew to a the end, you took each of the girls to their houses. They all appeared to be more comfortable and revitalised, with a fresh lightness in their steps.

Sowoen gave you a warm hug. "I have no words for how thankful I am for today. It was exactly what we needed unnie."

Lusher agreed, saying, "You're an amazing friend, and we're lucky to have you in our lives."

You said your goodbyes with hugs and smiles, happy and grateful that you could bring some joy and relaxation into the lives of your dear friends. It had been a day of fun, a connection, and relaxation —a day that everyone will remember fondly.

You couldn't help but smile as you drove back home. Your friends had earned a break and it was enjoyable to see them happy and comfortable. The friendship between you had become even deeper, and everyone will cherish the memories of this girls' day out. It was a good day, and you knew you'd always be there for your pals, no matter what difficulties they encountered.

#street woman fighter x reader #swf2 #swf2 x reader #bebe #bada lee #street woman fighter 2 #lusher #minah #che che #kyma #tatter #Sowoen

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Baki Head Canons

Jun Guevara SFW & NSFW 🌶️

Female reader

In honor of 5k likes, I’m giving the people Jun head canons

Minors DNI

Uncomfortable themes: Non-con, Dacryphilia, and frotteurism

Jun Guevara

He was such a pain. He was really rude to you at first since he was forced to see you as his psychologist. You had to bite your tongue a lot of the time whenever he said anything particularly nasty to you or threaten you whenever you tried to get him to talk about himself. You tried sharing a little about yourself to get him to open up but he would roll his eyes and swear at you. You tried to keep your time with him to be as little as possible

It’s when he sees you talking and laughing with Mr Unchained that sparks his interest. You had such a pretty smile… why hadn’t he noticed how pretty you were from the start?

He begins to come to his sessions with a different attitude but you weren’t as open to him as you used to be. He started to want to know more about you now that you weren’t interested in him. Jun loved the chase

He begins to interrupt your sessions with other prisoners. He’d bring you flowers (no one knew where he got them) and cards. Little things to try to impress you. You would always politely decline his gifts but it just encouraged him even more

His obsession began to spiral when he saw you tear up after a peculiarly bad day. His pants tightening at the sight of your tears. How could someone look so beautiful when they cried. Would you let him lick your tears away?

That’s when the touching began. He’d try touch your hands every chance he got. If you tried to hand him something, he would try to hold your fingers in his hands. If you went to get a book off a shelf, he would press his body against yours. Typically with an erection rubbing against your back end. It was terrifying (he was pretty big and thick)

You began actively avoiding Jun but he would always find you. Wherever you were, he was not far behind you. The prisoner now leaning his face in the crook of your neck to get a whiff of you. “You smell so sweet, meu amor… I could just eat you.”

He began to tell you about how he wanted to be with you. You reject him yet again but he doesn’t take no for an answer. He loves you so much, why doesn’t he show you how much he can love you?

He corners you in your office and barricades the door. It’s not like anyone will stop him anyways when you scream for help

NSFW

You can’t even scream when his lips descend on yours. The pirate moaning into the kiss as his face devoured yours. He was kissing you like a lover he hadn’t seen in years. His tongue dancing with yours in a sinful dance. He was an amazing kisser

He easily rips your clothes off as his hands explore your body. Grabbing the soft flesh on your hips as he begins to grind into you

“I’m going to show you how much I love you, meu amor.” You could only whimper when his fingers enter you one at a time to prepare you for what was to come

When he enters you, he stretches you to the brim. He’s thicker than anyone you’ve ever been with. He kisses away your tears with a smile. “No one can fill you like I can. Don’t you like being full?”

You never would’ve imagined being taken on your desk at work but here you were being railed by a man you swore hated you. The delusional pirate chanting your name over and over as his body pressed you against the wood of the desk. Pens and papers falling all over as he had his way with you

Jun is really talented with his fingers hence why you’ve already came undone on him twice as he was still going. You hated to admit that this was the best sex you’ve ever had

When he does finally finish, he cums deep inside of you and just sits there. He doesn’t want to waste a drop. He’s planning on baby trapping you

“You’re going to be such a great mom, Meu amor.” There’s not hope for escape from him

#baki hanma #baki the grappler #baki x reader #baki son of ogre #yandere #yandere imagine #yandere fic #baki the grappler x reader #female reader #yandere baki #jun guevara #Baki #baki headcanons #baki dou #grappler baki #Baki Jun Guevara #Jun Guevaru #che guevara

[meow-town]

Okay I really like the Dee x Girly girl concept. So how about a oneshot on Y/N, Glam, and Vicky’s first meeting? How did Vicky act towards Y/N? I’m so invested O_O

Thanks for this request, I’m glad ur invested! And I’m sorry I haven’t been posting as much, personal projects and works keep coming and I barely have the time to write for tumblr anymore. Plus, I prefer to take my time with these posts as I believe in quality over quantity.

But I’ve found the time and motivation to write here, so let’s get into it!

Dee x Girly!Fem!Reader Pt.2

-You arrived with Dee at his house, super nervous. I mean, you were meeting his folks. Most people get nervous.

-You made sure to wear your nicest skirt with a cute blouse and natural makeup. Didn’t want to cake yourself up like other times.

-Once you arrived at the door, arm hooking around Dee’s, you were practically trembling. Shaking in your damn sneakers.

-He reassured you, of course, and insisted that they would love you no matter what. And that if they didn’t, they could take it up with him. You two walked in the house to find no one there.

-Dee called for his parents, Glam was changing the strings on ‘Gibson’ and Victoria was working on a motorcycle. She came to you with gloves covered in motor oil. Glam arrived with perfect hair, perfect makeup and perfect nails, as always.

-Dee introduced you as his girlfriend and you went around shaking hands shyly, telling them how nice it was to meet them. Glam hesitated a bit, and Victoria grumbled under her breath with a light scowl. You just brushed it off and introduced yourself in more depth. Your name, what class you were in, etc…

-It took Glam maybe 5 seconds to get accustomed to you. He was kind of shocked at first. Hair all done up, with a mainly pink outfit. You looked like the polar opposite of his son. But then he noticed you were nice, and loosened up.

-Victoria however…

-She stared. Hard. Like she was wondering what this thing was doing in her house with her son. She was made fun of as a kid by ‘girly girls’ , so she’s very distant at first. That, and she’s very protective of her children, like a mama bear. Was very condescending and passive-aggressive for the entire time.

-‘So, (f/n), what do you do for… fun?’

‘Oh! Well, going shopping, trying new looks, getting my nails done… As well as the standard stuff, like watching TV and listening to music.’

‘Of course you do…’

-‘And, uh, how did you two meet?’

‘I was paired up with him for a science project, and we just hit it off.’

‘Yeah, ma. She’s real smart.’

‘Oh, is she? Wouldn’t have expected that…’

-You definitely noticed this behavior and clinged to Dee most of the time, in a very closed manner. Glam was just happy to be there, but also picked up on Victoria’s ways.

-Dee had to keep hyping you up, because you were too intimidated by Vicky to speak up about the way she spoke to you. It wasn’t aggressive, but definitely rude.

-Yeah, she was kind of an asshole at first.

-Glam cleared his throat every time Vicky was mean, as a way to tell her to stop, but she wouldn’t.

-Heavy was overhearing from his room, and figured he should go down so he could chat with you, but he quickly became intrigued. Just chose to listen to his mother’s comments, brows furrowing further each time.

-By the time she’s done interrogating and making you feel small, you decide it’s time for you to leave. Glam expresses his feelings of gratitude, saying he’s joyful Dee is happy with such a lovely young woman :)

-Vicky grumbles.

-Dee offers to walk you home, like a good boyfriend, but you deny his help, claiming you’re fine on your own. You wanted to show his mother you didn’t need Dee for everything, even if he was glad to give it to you.

-The second the door closed behind you, Heavy trampled down the stairs to join his brother and father in a group frown. They stared at Vicky for a good while, until Dee burst.

‘Ma, what the hell!?! What do you have against (f/n)?!?’

‘Yeah, you were mean to her for no reason!’

‘Vicky, you were excessively harsh with her.’

‘What, you’re defending that bimbo?’

-Dee would never cuss out his parents, but he came damn close. -Absolutely raging, he raised his voice to tell her off, only to trudge off to his room and slam the door. Heavy followed him into his room, also expressing his disappointment.

-She got super defensive, yelled , stood up, and left for the garage. Glam followed her after he apologized to Dee and gave him a talk on why his mother was acting this way.

-Glam knows Vicky, and he makes sure to not press any buttons and tread carefully. If she tells him to leave her alone, he will, and he’ll try again in 5 minutes.

-Once she’s taken her anger out on a punching bag, she allows Glam to speak with her.

-He explains how she was rude to their son’s girlfriend, giving multiple examples, and asks why. Even if he already knows why. He also adds how she seems to be upset about their son’s girlfriend being feminine, but she certainly doesn’t mind it when he’s feminine.

-Glam knows about Vicky’s struggles in the past with girly girls. Girls who looked just like you. She was left to the side, left out of everything, made fun of, avoided. She was bullied.

-He quickly explained that was no reason to make fun of someone who happened to look like those girls, and made sure she agreed to be nicer the next time.

-You were invited to dinner the next week. Of course, you were nervous regarding last week’s events with Vicky, but Dee said the whole family insisted. And so you agreed.

-You arrived with a casual dress and the nicest purse you could find, having spent extra time on your hair that day. Maybe she thought you weren’t classy enough? No, I mean, she came to you covered in motor oil… You were incredibly scared to ring the doorbell, and had to weigh out how to make the afternoon go perfectly, but thankfully someone came to your aid.

-Heavy was supposed to be helping out with the dinner and setting up the tables, but he had gotten detention that Friday and came home late. He saw you at the door and offered to walk inside with you.

-Dee stood up from leaning on a pillar, and greeted you with a small peck. Glam came out in a black apron with glittery pink accents, carrying a big pot of pasta. He couldn’t wave, but greeted you warmly all the same. Ches was on the kitchen counter, with his guitar, and waved to you. Victoria actually came to you and asked to speak in private.

-She apologized about the events that had happened and said they were uncalled for, and then said she was happy her son was dating someone like you :)

-When she pulled you away to a corner, you were lowkey scared 💀

-Like, ‘omg is she going to cuss me out and/or beat me up?’

-But you were pleasantly surprised with the outcome and told her it was okay.

-Then, you joined your Glam, Victoria, Heavy, Dee and their crackhead uncle in a lovely dinner, where you got to meet everyone a little better.

-And Heavy didn’t eat his vegetables and gave them to the stray cats, attracting a huge pack of them at the window.

-Also, Ches said he thought Dee would be one of those guys that ends up a virgin at the age of 40.

-You can’t have a normal time when they’re around, but nevertheless, lovely.

#metal family #metal family x reader #metalfamily #metal family dee #metal family heavy #metal family glam #metal family victoria #metal family Vicky #Metal family dee x reader #Metal family ches #Dee #heavy #glam #Victoria #vicky #dee x reader #dee Shvagenbagen #heavy shvagenbagen #Glam Shvagenbagen #Victoria Shvagenbagen #Vicky Shvagenbagen #Dee Shvagenbagen x reader #Metal family HCs

[yandere-metal-family]

You should do more chive/ches:)

I should! People only love Dee though :( [I did a Lif drawing lmk if yall want to see it]

Summary: Chive has a crush on Sebastian's sister

Just like his meeting with Sebastian, his with you was a complete accident

You already knew who he was, thanks to snooping on your older brother

Chive didn't even realize you were related to Sebastian and tried chatting you up like a normal person

You just looked at him funny while he was trying to win you over with his flirty personality

Color him surprised when Sebastian dragged you off, obviously annoyed that some 'amateur' beat him for first place [He was angered when seeing you talking to said amateur. He accidentally let it slip to his sister and she 'accidentally' let it slip to your father]

When your father found out he was livid. Though, not at you. He was angry at both your older siblings for letting some lowlife get close to you

"He started talking to me, not me to him"

"How could you let something like that?"

You saw how much it upset your father, so you started seeking out this 'Ches' guy

He was more than pleased to have your attention

Your brother was annoyed, because if father found out, Sebastian knew if dad found out Dad would be mad at him, not you

^Sebastian would reprimand you, so you'd get yelled at by someone

Though, this just makes you more rebellious

You start to meet him at night in hidden places

You both hang out for hours and talk

What began with rebellion turns into a genuine liking for Ches

You become really 'invested'

Until Ches and Sebastian eventually become friends

Even when they're friends, Sebastian still doesn't like him near you

"She's my baby sister! You can't date her!"

"Why not!?"

Glam looks at Ches wide eyed, "ARE YOU KIDDING? SHE'S MY SISTER!"

Ches adores Glam's Friendship, but given the choice... Well, he's in love with you not Glam

Your brother complains to you too. Saying you're to good for Ches and that Ches isn't going to treat you right [Not to mention his addictions]

This does end up bothering you, but you really like Chive

When you do end up giving him the ultimatum, he does end up quitting cold turkey, much to your brother's disappointment [While he was glad that Chive quit, he didn't like that it made your relationship with the male stronger]

"If it helps you feel better, I love your sister-"

"Yeah right. I'm sure you did. Like you loved all our fans?"

"You know it's not like that-"

"Then what is it like?"

Chive is really sweet to you

He adores listening to you talk and talk and talk

He could just listen to you for years, decades, his whole life

How has he lived his whole life without you? God, you're perfect and sometimes he feels like he doesn't deserve you

Though, when looking into your eyes his whole world, all the anxiety, depressions, fear, confusion, it all just disappears

#metal family #yandere metal family #metal family x reader #yandere metal family x reader #yandere chive x reader #chesnok x reader #chive x reader #ches x reader #yandere chesnok x reader #yandere chesnok #chesnok #yandere chive

[alex-is-gay-666]

Dee x Fem!Reader (Metal Family)

♥️Chapter 2♥️

"Uncle Jack...?"

  "Yes, Y/n...?"

  "Umm, the school wants to see you..."

  The man with brown messy hair and a stubble looked up with tired eyes. "What is this time?"

  Y/n tried to hold her laugh as she watch him cut carrots to make dinner. He wore a pink apron, the one she gave him for his birthday.

  "I can see your smirk Y/n..."

  He stared right at her, with this, Y/n burst out laughing. "I can't h-help it you just look so g-good in that apron-"

  Uncle Jack stared at her unimpressed before he continued making dinner.

  "So why am I being summoned this time?"

  "Umm..." Y/n wiped the tears from her eyes, "Because I beat up another girl..."

  Suddenly a loud chop startled Y/n. Slowly Uncle Jack looked at her. "Were you trying to defend me again?"

  Y/n looked down, "Yes..."

  Uncle Jack let out a sigh before taking wiping his hands on his apron and taking it off. He approached Y/n and tightly hugged her.

  "You know you can ignore their comments right...?"

  "I know..."

  "I love you Y/n"

  "..."

  "I love you too."

• • •

  Meanwhile...

  "Uhh, dad...?"

  "Not now Heavy I'm busy."

  "Somethings come up, you've been summoned to the school."

  The man on the desk looked up from his work, as he took off his glasses and said, "On what occasion?"

  Heavy recalled what the lady had said and relayed his father the information.

  "Is that all?"

  The boy took a deep breath before he entered the room. On the top of his head lay a bald spot, which had been cut as a warning sign. The dad got up from his chair before turning on the light in his office. He replied with one simple word, "Okay!"

#metal family #metalfam #metalfamily #dee #deexreader #dee x reader #dee metal family #heavy #heavy metal family #glam #glam metal family #vicky #vicky metal family #ches #ches metal family #y/n #female reader #metal family x reader

[justleisha-deniyor]

Hello!! Can you make one with lance agriche what will his reaction that the reader child is weak but he loves and favourite the reader ohh the pronunciation is her/she!!

Welcome to Leisha's post!

English is not my native language and I can read such manhwas thanks to the translations, so sorry for the misunderstandings.

Warnings: toxic behaviors, manipulation, torture, death, blood, severe delusions, yandere behaviors, obsession, misunderstandings

Author’s note: Thanks for the request!! I really like this manhway lately. Oh and it's a little short - I haven't been able to write long posts lately :(

Yandere Lante Agriche with Weak Reader

-Weak. This word is a very distant word for the head of Black Agriche, but it cannot be said that it is foreign.

-For Lante, the weak were always the most useless and worthless people. They have no power, they are not intelligent, so why should they live?

-The fact that his favorite child was weak should have angered him. So why isn't he angry? Lante is a selfish man and if you're weak you're the one he will protect.

-You can't run away from it, why would you want to run away? He is protecting you, looking after you and showing you love. All of your escape attempts were unsuccessful, and your punishment increased with each failure.

-Sometimes (most of the time) you feel more like his pet than his child.

#yandere manhwa #yandere manhwa x reader #yandere lante agr #che #i hate tags #pissed off no more tags #manhwa x reader

[bullet-prooflove]

The Beauty of the End Part Two: Reckless Michael 'Riz' Ariza x Reader (feat Taza & Creeper)

Tagging: @anime-weeb-4-life, @danzer8705 @mysoulisasunflower @vannabanana1995 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @sxmmarie @camelia35 @queeniesdiary @briefpersonenemy @creativitybeware @genius2050 @mortal--soul @buddinglinguist @oureternalbond @rubes2323 @proceduralpassion @crazy4chickennuggets @callsignartemis @kmc1989 @librarian1002

It’s Creeper that notices the change, he’s the only one that stays sober during nights at the club house so he’s always the most perceptive. He notices that Riz sticks around for longer, that he spends most of his time drinking and getting high, that he hasn’t laid a hand on his guitar since he returned from Nashville, that he’s paying a little more attention to the girls at the bar. He hasn’t talked about you in weeks, and every time your name comes up he pretends he hasn’t heard it.

It comes to a head during Poker Night at Vicki’s. They’ve been to a thousand and one of these events, they’re a way of blowing off steam after a tough run. Some of the guys take a girl upstairs, others drink, do a little pot, Creeper just likes to play the game because while everyone else is distracted, drunk or high, he cleans up big.

When Riz pulls a girl into his lap he’s taken aback, he can tell the other guys are too. He hasn’t so much as looked at another woman since he’s been with you and now he’s whispering in a whore’s ear as she plays with his hair. When he takes her upstairs to bed, they’re all too fucking shocked to say anything. Creeper raises his eyes to the ceiling when the distinctive noise of the headboard slamming against the wall in the room above breaks through the silence.

“What the fuck is that about?” Taza asks him as he sets his cards face down on the table.

Creeper shakes his head.

“He hasn’t been the same since Nashville.”

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When he’s done fucking the whore, Riz tells her to leave. He waits until she slips out of the door, still barely dressed before he climbs out of the bed and lights a cigarette from the pack he keeps on the dresser. He lingers by the window, staring out into the darkness, trying to ignore the state of his reflection in the glass.

He looks like hell. His eyes are glassy from the whiskey and the weed, there’s dark circles underneath them, highlighting the bender he’s been on over the past couple of days because despite the fact he’s made it clear he doesn’t want to speak to you, you’re still calling. Each and every time he’s seen your name pop up on his screen, it's like a fucking knife in his chest, so he blocks you.

Somehow that makes it worse.

He sits down on the bed, taking a drag before he blows out a smoke ring and watches it evaporate into the air. The sex didn’t do anything to quench the anguish in his chest. He wonders how many will be enough, how many women will it take before he forgets you?

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Riz was a ladies’ man before he met you and in the ruins of your relationship, he takes up the mantle again. He fucks his way through Santo Padre, Stockton and Bakersfield, it doesn’t matter when, where or who. He gets the shit kicked out of him on the reservation for fucking a Blackjack player’s girlfriend in the bathroom. He simply laughs in the other man’s face, telling him he should be keeping his girl more satisfied. Both Taza and Creeper have to pull the other guy off him, because Riz gives up fighting after the second punch. His face is a mask of blood and he’s still smiling, he looks fucking crazed.

It’s Taza that approaches him in the end.

Riz is lying on his bike outside a rest stop, staring up at the sky and puffing on a joint. He watches the clouds pass overhead as he inhales, holding the smoke in his lungs for as long as possible before releasing it. Taza kicks the base of his boot, jerking him back to reality. The bruising on his face is starting to come out, a blossom of pink, purple and green all fading into the natural hue of his skin.

“You’re gonna need to get yourself tested, the way your chasing tail.” Taza comments, plucking the joint out of Riz’s mouth before tossing it on the ground and crushing it beneath the heel of his boot.

“I always glove.” Riz informs him, before sitting up so that he’s straddling his bike.

“What the fuck is doing on with you?” Taza snaps at him. “You’re a fucking mess. You’re not even going home anymore; you just sleep at Vicki’s and fuck anything that moves.”

Riz simply shrugs. He hasn’t been forthcoming with any of the details and Taza finds it frustrating because the Riz he knows, the one he’s been friends with since the very beginning, has always been an open book. He doesn’t know this man. This stranger hell bent on self-destruction.

“You don’t have to be a shrink to see that you’re trying to fill that hole in your heart.” Taza tells him, throwing his leg over his own bike and pulling on his helmet. “I don’t know what happened, but you need to get your shit together real quick, because I’m not sure how much longer Bishop is gonna let this go.”

Riz says nothing, instead he pulls out his sunglasses from the top pocket of his kutte and pulls them on over his red rimmed eyes.

“You’re banned from Vicki’s by the way.” Taza informs him as he adjusts the strap under his chin. Riz’s head snaps up towards the older man and Taza gives him a look. “Until you get your head on straight, you’re not to go back here.”

“Is that an order from my V.P?” Riz asks him, his gaze straying to patch on the other man’s kutte.

“Do you need it to be?” Taza asserts with an even stare.

Riz shakes his head before hitting the kick pedal of his bike with his foot and pulling off into the road. He isn’t wearing his helmet and that scares the shit out of Taza, he  watches as the other man disappears into the distance, his hair streaming into the wind behind him. Taza knows a thing or two about hating yourself and he thinks that’s what he’s seeing when he looks at the other man, a chasm of self-loathing so deep that nothing will ever be able to fill it.

“That looks like it went real well.” Creeper says from beside him as he sips from a take away cup of coffee.  

“As well as it could.” Taza says with a sigh as he shakes his head. “This can’t go on much longer, he’s going to get himself killed.”

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#che taza romero #taza romero #taza #neron vargas #creeper vargas #neron creeper vargas #michael riz ariza #riz x you #riz mayans #riz x reader #riz ariza #michael ariza x reader #michael ariza

[glamoureddreamer]

Lust

Metal family (Glam x Male Reader)

Warnings: smut, handjobs, anal sex, hair pulling, praise kink, scars (please let me know if I’ve missed anything)

Thank you everyone! I hope you all have a fantastic day and a great night!

(Y/n) walked up to Ches’s house. He could faintly hear a guitar playing from inside the house. Presumably his boyfriend Glam. (Y/n) smiled, and knocked on the door. Glam’s playing stopped abruptly. After a small moment, the door opens, revealing his badass-looking boyfriend.

“Oh, hello (Y/n). I wasn’t expecting you” Glam greets a bit surprised. Glam opens the door wide enough for (Y/n) to walk inside. Glam closes it behind him. 

“Is Ches here?” (Y/n) asks with a grin, Glam shakes his head. Both men walk into Glam’s room, Glam sits neatly on his bed. 

“Nope, he went out on a date.” He picks up his guitar, and (Y/n) sits next to him. (Y/n) sat listening to Glam practice his music, but he couldn’t help but begin to feel bored. (Y/n) takes his eyes off Glam’s hands playing the guitar, his eyes move to his face. Glam was focusing on the sheet music in front of him and failed to notice (Y/n). (Y/n) smirks an idea comes to mind. 

“I love you Glam.” The boy was caught off guard, he glances down at (Y/n) pink dusting his face.

“I love you too,” (Y/n) doesn’t reply and instead, reaches for Glam’s belt. Glam halts his playing and turns pinker by the second.

“What are you…” he trails off as (Y/n) pulls his belt off.

“I’m bored.” (Y/n) puts it simply with a smile. Glam didn’t object as he began to undress him. (Y/n) placed a hand on his bulge and began rubbing it, looking up at Glam. “S-shit,” Glam moans, putting a hand over his mouth. With his other hand (Y/n) grabbed Glam’s face and kissed him passionately. They both moaned as they made out, (Y/n)’s bulge becoming more noticeable. (Y/n) pulled away the air was significantly hotter. He took off Glam’s boxers and wrapped his hand around his hard cock and began stroking it slowly. “F-fuck, (Y/n)!” Glam moaned again his cock leaking precum. (Y/n) smirked at him. “Do you like that?” he asked teasing the sub, going a bit faster. 

Glam moaned, his knees feeling weak. (Y/n) pushed him onto the bed. He stopped stroking for a moment to take off his pants and boxers. Glam’s couldn’t help but stare at his boyfriend. “Turn over,” Glam hesitantly flipped over on his stomach his back was arched and his ass was up. “Ready?” (Y/n) asked him, pressing his tip against him. Glam nodded with a small noise. (Y/n) slams his cock inside of Glam, making the sub scream in pain and pleasure. He stops his movements for a moment before denying himself at a slow pace. “Ah!” Glam moans, (Y/n) bites his lip, and speeds up. “Yes! (Y/n) yes!” Glam moans, breathing heavily. (Y/n) grabs a fist full of his hair and starts slamming into him. “Your so fucking cute,” (Y/n) praises, moaning in between his words. Glam didn’t reply, he just continued whimpering. “Shit, Glam,” (Y/n) moaned, leaning his head back.  “Fuck!” Glam screams. “There! A-again! Please!”

(Y/n) smiles and begins to fuck that one spot at inhumane speeds.

Glam's cries of pleasure began to pick up in pace and speed as he started to approach his orgasm. Glam praises his name like it’s the only word he knew. (Y/n) leans down and grabs his cock jerking him off, while he was close to his ear the Dom whispers.

“Cum for me.” That sent him over the edge, Glam cums with a moan that could’ve made a pornstar take notes. He clenches around his boyfriend's dick, making him cum with a moan. 

(Y/n) thrusts into him milking out his orgasm. Glam whimpers from the overstimulation, and (Y/n) pulls out. He grins watching the cum leak out of his hole. After he has a small moment to catch his breath, he speaks up. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” (Y/n) stands up and leaves the room. He comes back with a paper towel and some water. He cleans the cum off of his boyfriend and tries to get it off the bed. He hands his boyfriend the water and walks to Glam’s dresser.

Glam smiles to himself as his boyfriend grabs a pair of clean clothes.

“You okay?” he asked, handing him the clothes. Glam allows (Y/n) to help him into his clean clothes. (Y/n) slightly frowns looking over Glam’s old scars.

Once Glam was cleaned up, (Y/n) wrapped his arms around Glam and cuddled him. Glam shut his eyes for a moment, and the next thing (Y/n) knew he was sound asleep. (Y/n) smiled holding him tightly, he snuggles closer to him. They both fell asleep in Glam’s bed together, Glam in (Y/n)’s warm embrace.

Glam woke up a little later, his eyes fall on his sleeping boyfriend. Glam grabs (Y/n)’s hand and holds it. He smiles and rested his head on (Y/n)’s chest again. “I love you,” he whispers, closing his eyes and falling back asleep.

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[wattsbaby]

mirage, ash, octane and lifeline with a gf being harassed for having OF

tags: misogyny, supportive! legends, emotional hurt/comfort, murder (ash), protective behaviours

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ELLIOTT WITT | MIRAGE

he's head over heels for you

adores your line of work too, he's almost your main provider

elliott is very upset when he starts seeing comments under his posts with you in them, they would shame your career and call you nasty things

immediately gets his pr team to laser all of those comments off the face of the world, starts blacklisting insults on his posts because he knows you see them

comfort for him is literally cuddles and good food, so he orders your favourite foods and cuddles with you all night

assures you that your job is nothing to be ashamed of, especially if you enjoy it

ASHLEIGH REID | ASH

hears snide comments behind your back

thinks they are very disrespectful, if they had something to say, they could at least say it to your face

ash is angry, very angry, whereas leigh wants to comfort you

those people are gone without any word, never to be seen again; and ash relishes each kill

you dont get too concerned when they disappear, and give them a soft smile when they return

they dont tell you, yet ash is extra protective and leigh is very clingy

they take time to compliment your outfits and costumes for your posts, view your work over your shoulder, and gently runs their fingers over your cheeks as they admire your makeup

leigh feels like she's falling in love all over again, and ash does too she's just less emotional about it

OCTAVIO SILVA | OCTANE

some random guy started making rash assumptions about both you AND tavi during a livestream

octavio is relaxed, not instantly banning the person, making a few jokes and trying to move on

you were visible in the background, relaxing and enjoying some mutual time with your boyfriend as he streams

the commentor starts focusing you, assuming you had an OnlyFans, which you did, and started calling you all sorts of names

tavi reads out a few comments to you, and you both laugh openly and make fun of the guy

tavi doesn't hesitate to defend you, even flexing that you're in the top 100 creators and pulled in a lot of cash for yourself

the guy gets banned soon after, and all octane-fans around the world flux to defend and support you

he and his community have your back until the end

AJAY CHE | LIFELINE

you just stopped by to drop off lunch at the medical bay, giving her a soft kiss

the guy she's treating recognises you and immediately starts badmouthing you after you leave

ajay snarls a little, but does her best to keep composed

starts defending you avidly, and almost kicked the guy out- yet shes the bigger person

"ey, shes pulling in fair cash and likes her job. give her some respect."

the guy falls silent after a while, yet ajay is visibly irate

gives you extra pampering and love when she gets home

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[alliddewrites]

could you write any hcs you have for lifeline? she really deserves more content ♡ love your stuff btw.

General Romantic Ajay 'Lifeline' Che Headcanons

Masterlist

Ajay just wants to be taken care of and appreciated by you. She takes care of so many people all the time, when she's with you, she wants that to be different. She's not asking for much at all! Cook her some food, cuddle with her, take her out on dates, etc.

That doesn't mean she won't reciprocate those actions however. She'll take you to concerts and arrange at home dinner dates with candles and music.

She's one of the best people to go to if you need encouragement of any kind. She always knows what to say to help people!

Very protective over you. You better not do anything dangerous or she'll have your head! (She loves patching you up, she just doesn't like the reason she has to do it, and hates to see you hurt.)

She teaches you some basic medical/first-aid stuff, just in case she's not there to be able to help.

If you happen to know how to play an instrument, she would want you two to make music together. If not, she'll make a song dedicated to you by herself.

Women c:

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[drabbles-mc]

Degrees of Separation: Chapter Index

Taza Romero x M!Reader

Summary: You transferred out of Yuma and into Santo Padre in a last-ditch attempt to outrun old ghosts and old problems. The small charter, located in an even smaller border-town, seemed like the perfect place to try and shake off everything that had happened to you so that you could start over. You were ready to live with your old secrets. But the deeper you get into the charter, the more you realize you may have simply traded in your old secrets for new ones, and this time you wouldn't be going down for them alone.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

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[natty1730]

Chapter 6 : Watercolor Eyes

Daisy could feel herself tossing and turning in her sleep, sweating from her past memories resurfacing back to her.

She heard Avó in her bedroom. Her Avó was on her knees at the foot of the bed crying her eyes. Daisy was only two at the time and didn’t understand what has happened. "Avó? Você está bem? O que aconteceu?, Por que você está chorando?" (“Avó? Are you okay? What happened?Why are you crying?” ). Avó was whipping her tears and looking at her granddaughter. She walks and lifts Daisy up and puts Daisy on her bed. “"Querida, é sobre sua mãe." ("Honey, it's about your mama. ") Daisy 's eyes were wide and she was worried about her mami. “"O que aconteceu?"("What happened?") . Both her grandma and Daisy were crying. "Algo ruim aconteceu com sua mami, ela sofreu um acidente quando estava caminhando para chegar em casa do trabalho." ("Something bad happened to your mami, she had an accident when she was walking home from work. ") "Ela está bem?" ("Is she ok?") Avó was avoiding Daisy’s eyes because they are the same as her daughter's. “Ela foi morta, Margarida,” (She is dead, Daisy)Daisy cried so hard and she hugged her Avó. "Não vovó, não, ela pode estar morta, ela é minha mãe, ela é minha mãe"("No Grandma, No, she can’t be dead, she's my mama, she's my mama") she cried and cried “"Quem fez isso com ela?” ("Who did this to her?")

Avó looks at the ground. "A polícia ainda está tentando encontrar o assassino da sua mãe. Eles não sabem quem é isso." ("The police are still trying to find your mama's killer. They don't know who this to her.") They cried and cried for hours.

The young girl jumped awake from her dream, and tried to catch her breath. She glanced at the time seeing that it was 3-am, and laid back down onto her bed to stare at the ceiling. Daisy rubbed her eyes away from tears that started to form, and shut her eyes tightly. 'God don't cry. You've been crying so much lately and it's honestly stupid. No one fucking cares so just shut up and take it." She flipped her pillow to the cold side and shoved her face into the pillowcase. 'I wonder what Dee is doing... he's actually really cool. I'm glad that I'll see him tomorrow.' She thought, smiling and slipping into a calm sleep.

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No no no! Not good enough, Again!" Daisy's father said, accidentally spilling a bit of scotch onto the marble floor while doing so. "Father, please let me have a break! My fingers are starting to bruise, look!" The girl held her red-ish purple fingers up to her father's face so he could get a good look, but he merely shook his head and walked behind Daisy. "You will only get a break until you have actually perfected the piece, now again." The man held his daughter's head to look at the music, and forced her to stare at the sheet music. The girl drew in a sharp breath and started to play once again. Daisy could feel her tear ducts starting to water, and her ears started to ring. "God damn it Daisy !" Her father said, before letting go of her head, and forcing her up. It wasn't until the man shoved a rag into her hands, Daisy realized that her bruises had started to bleed, and the blood smeared on the keys. "Clean this up and go. Her father sighed, and walked away leaving Daisy to clean the piano with a rag and bleeding fingers. As the young girl started to wipe the keys of blood, her mind trailed to a certain blonde haired boy and his family. 'I can't believe that the man on the plane is Dee's dad, hopefully he's not over there when I work with Dee. That'll be awkward.' She wiped up the last bit of blood and ran to her room to clean up her hands.

This looks stupid." Daisy mumbled out loud, looking down to see all of her fingers containing band-aids. She glanced at her clock and internally cringed when she saw what time it was. '4pm, I've been playing for eight hours.' She thought to herself while sighing, and walking to the closest to grab her coat. Daisy shrugged it on and made her way downstairs to meet the butler and escape the house, even if it was just for a couple of hours. As the girl snapped on her seatbelt, she couldn't help but notice her father staring at her. "I had a pack of cigarettes lying next to my coat the other day... you wouldn't have happened to know where they are would you?"He said, pulling out of the driveway. Daisy's palms started to sweat and her heart got faster as she reached a hand into her pocket and realized that she stored the cigarettes in her coat pocket on the day her bed was stolen from her. The girl awkwardly coughed and shrugged her shoulders while looking into the window, "I'm not sure. I also don't know why you would ask me." She said, mumbled the last part, noticing her father just sighed . “Please meet me back here at 8pm sharp.”The girl just gave him a strange look “Yes, father.” before taking out her backpack and leaving the car so she could walk to Dee's house.

While walking to Dee's house she saw the car drive away, so she decided to slow down her pace and lit a stolen cigarette from her pocket. As she inhaled the stale smoke from the cigarette she stopped to look above the sky. Daisy took notice of the way how the sky's shockingly beautiful orange sunset was starting to be conquered by the rain clouds that were forming. 'I hope it doesn't rain while I walk to the car.' She thought while taking in one last breath before dropping the cigarette onto the damp concrete and roughly putting it out.

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“Dad please just don't be embarrassed." The blonde haired boy said, sighing nervously while looking at his father. "I promise I won't be embarrassed, I just want to know who she is! That's all!" Glam hummed, while finishing up dinner. You're gonna love her dad! She is super cool, and really funny!" Heavy said, placing an ace on the middle of the table. "Oh come on! I didn't raise my children to be cheaters! Hmph." A muscular woman said, leaning back into her seat and crossing her arms rather angrily. "Ma I didn't cheat I swear! Besides, we're both losing anyway." The two slowly looked over to Ches who was relaxed as usual, holding his cards faced down.Hey, you should really try not looking at your cards until the end. It really works." All of a sudden everyone heard a faint knock at the door. "Please everyone just... be cool. We'll be in my room for most of the time so you don't need to worry." Dee said, quickly making his way to the door and subconsciously fixing his hair. But before he could open it, his father seemingly appeared out of nowhere and opened the door. Glam's height blocked Dee from seeing the girl who was standing at the door, but he could see his father's face turn into a look of surprise. Dee finally pushed past his father to see Daisy , standing and awkwardly scratching her head and Glam’s eyes widened in his mind he thought ‘she looks a lot like Gia’"Uh hey Dee's dad. Long time no see?" The girl said rubbing her palms on her legs to rid herself of the sweat that was forming. "Wait Daisy you know my-" But before Dee could finish his dad had cut him off. "Daisy! It is great to see you! Please come inside, I've just finished making dinner! Besides I'm sure everyone would like to get to know you! We have a coat rack off to the side, if you want to take it off." Glam hummed happily and walked back to the kitchen to set the table for dinner. Dee stared back at Daisy who was shrugging off her jacket and placing it next to an almost identical one. "Wait, so how do you know my dad?" The girl finally looked back into Dee's blue eyes and smiled gently. "I called him creepy on my flight here."

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