#Literally could not rest until I drew him feeling a BIT better

[ickie]

♡ missed signals \ cl16.

pairing: charles leclerc x reader summary: best friends who have feelings for each other !! scary !! \ word count: 1.1k warnings: there's like 2 sentences of steam but they literally just make out idk ! if u don't like cheesy men or reader being oblivious ... this will not be 4 u !notes: i wrote this because i cannot sleep so if it makes no sense... blame the lack of sleep not me ! feel free to leave any feedback here !

your fingernails dug into the plam of your hand, eyebrows creasing together as you stared at your best friend, the person that you would sacrifice anything for... hell, the person that you would go to jail for. you coud pinpoint the exact day things began to change, and that was the day that you friendship with charles had begun to turn into something far from platonic.

it was barley a year ago, you and charles had decided to go to a party, and maybe it was a bad idea when charles had been insisting that he needed the time to recouperate... but what better way to recouperate than with some alcohol and some quality time with friends and strangers alike?

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your hands had begun to get cold from the condensation that was forming on the outside of your glass, a pout taking over your glossed lips. "charlie," you drew out the last syllable, standing on your tiptoes so that he could maybe hear you over the music. "i'm bored." you hummed, head turning to the side as you stared him down.

"and what am i supposed to do about that, mon loulou?" he questioned back, raising an amused eyebrow at you as your shoulders shrugged at the taller male. "can we dance, do something please! i'm dying over here!" your dramatics didn't go unnoticed, charles letting out a laugh at your actions.

his hand grabbed yours, pulling you towards the crowded dance floor. your hips swayed easily to the music, the feeling of charles behind you wasn't foreign. it wasn't weird for best friends to be grinding on each other in the middle of a dance floor, right? because for you and charles, it definitely wasn't. the feeling of his hands on your waist caused you to throw your head back, resting it on his shoulder as the two of you danced until your boredom was somewhat satiated.

shortly after, though, you began to feel overheated - the alcohol you had consumed too quickly hitting you like a ton of bricks. "charlie," his nickname came out like a whimper, your cheeks flushing. "i'm hot, can we go outside, please?" you asked the question as you were already moving away from him, eyeing the door that led to a balcony.

you let out a relieved sigh as the cooler air hit your sweaty skin, hands coming up to run through your hair. "i dunno what happened," you laughed, leaning against the railing. "i was fine and then i got hot, and not in a good way..." you joked as charles slotted himself next to you, your head resting on his shoulders. your eyes closed, listening to him speak as you hummed out responses, only half way listening.

one thing led to another, and you found your lips on charles', you hands in his hair and his hands placed firmly on your hips, not letting you move away - not like you wanted to. the feeling of his lips against yours was something you hadn't really thought of before, but... they were something unlike any one else you had ever kissed. they were soft, gentle... and all you knew in that moment was that you wanted to keep kissing the boy you had considered your best friend.

charles pulled away though, a bit too soon for your liking as you let out a whine of protest. "i," he bit his lip, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes. you tried to decipher what emotion he was feeling, but his face was eerily empty. "we should go back inside." he stepped away from you, shoving his hands into his pockets. you stayed quiet, eyes finding the floor as you nodded your head. what the fuck just happened?

as soon as you got inside, you ordered yourself an uber, saying your goodbyes to your (very tipsy) friends who had tried to get you to stay longer, but you made up something about not feeling good, not like it was a lie, though. the feeling of regret, the feeling of unwantedness... it had you feeling sick to your stomach.

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"you wanted me to take that as a sign you had feeling for me?" the quesiton came out before you could stop it, a hand slapping over your mouth as you laughed. "you ran away from me, charles!"

"i was... embarassed, okay?" one of his hands came up and scratched the back of his neck. "i didn't want my first time kissing you to be on the balcony at some club, mon ange. it should've been something more important than that. but you really didn't think anything was different after vegas?"

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what happens in vegas, stays in vegas? or at least that's what they said... and that's what you told yourself as you led charles to your hotel room feeling the urge to congratulate him for making the podium.

his lips were on your neck as soon as the door was shut, your back snugly pushed against the wall. a whimper passed through your lips as his teeth grazed a sensitive spot, your hands pulling at whatever they could find purchase on.

"charlie, i need more..."

"oh, mon ange, you're going to get plenty."

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thinking back on the memory of vegas, you felt heat creep up into your chest and your cheeks. did you really miss these signs of charles trying to make moves on you..? there's no way, right? "what happens in vegas stays in vegas!" you counter, holding your hands up in defense.

"mon ange." he deadpans, a look of are you dumb? crossing his features.

"okay, okay... maybe i should've looked more into it but you know how i am!" you step closer to him, a hand reaching out to graze at his forearm. "but, charlie... if you really wanted to be with me you should've just told me..." you let out a giggle, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "or, i dunno, asked me on a date? or just plain asked me out?" there's a teasing edge to your tone, a smile pulling at your lips.

"i'm not doing that," he scoffs, his hands pulling at your waist to pull you close to him. "you're mine, mon ange... you might not have realized it, but, it's gonna be me and you for however long your willing to deal with me." he leans down to kiss you, but you reach a hand up to stop him.

"that was the cheesiest shit i've ever heard, charles." you make a mock disgusted face before dropping your hand. "but, you can kiss me now, if you'd like.."

#f1 x reader #f1 imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x you #f1 fluff #charles leclerc fluff #cl16

[rollinouttahere-writes]

So. It's kinda random but what if Platonic Yandere! Strawhats with Y/n who is an artist? And maybe one day they saw how Y/n drew one of them but doesn't want to show any?

Let me see!

Yandere Straw Hats x GN!Reader

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It was rare to get any time to yourself around here. Ever since you got mixed in with the Strawhat Crew, you felt like you always had someone attached to your hip or hovering over your shoulder. This made indulging in your personal hobbies difficult. Granted, it’s not like any of them would stop you from doing it, but you wanted to keep at least one thing for yourself.

Today was one of those instances where you were actually being left alone. You’re not sure how it happened this time. Maybe they all thought you were already spending time with someone else. Whatever, you’re not about to waste these precious moments pondering it.

Quietly slipping into your room, you pull your sketchbook and utensils out of their hiding spot. You curled up in your bed and flipped through the book until you found a blank page. Twirling the pencil between your fingers, you contemplate what to draw.

Despite your.. Complicated relationship with the crew, you couldn’t help but be inspired by them. Well, artistically speaking at least. They were constantly doing all these incredible feats and looking cool as hell while doing it. That, and it’s not like you saw much else besides them anyways.

After mulling it over, you start sketching, having decided on drawing Luffy today. He was an incredibly fun person to draw, what with his admittedly adorable baby face and his cartoonish anatomy. 

It didn’t take long for you to really get into the zone and be only focused on putting new lines onto the sheet of paper. You’re so focused that you don’t hear the door to your room open, nor the sound of sandals slapping across the floor until it’s too late.

“(Y/N)! Why are you hiding in here, I’ve been looking for you!” Luffy giddily rushed towards your bed and threw himself onto it, and subsequently you.

Frantically, you try to hide the sketch book under the covers, but he already saw it. Perking up, he tries snatching it out of your hand, “C’mon, why are you reading a book when you could be playing with me?!” 

Yes! You might be able to get out of this yet. If he thinks it’s a book, he definitely won’t try to read it and discover what it really is. “I like reading, Luffy. I just want to curl up with a good book once in a while,” as you’re saying this, you narrowly avoid letting it fall into his grabby hands, and slip it underneath yourself to sit on it.

He pouts and rests his face on his hands, still focused on the book, “Is it really that good that you want to read it more than hang out with me?”

You cringe a bit at how pointed the question was. There was no good answer here. Either you say no and he’ll immediately drag you off, or you say yes and run the risk of hurting his feelings. Then you’ll have to deal with a temper tantrum from him, and being admonished by the rest of the crew for being mean. “It’s not about it being better than hanging out with you, I can like doing more things you know.”

Luffy huffs at your indirect answer and begins tugging on the book again, “What’s it’s even about then?”

Oh shit. Um. Hm. Now you need to improvise. “It’s about,” you dart your eyes around looking for any inspiration to help you out. You’re in a plain room on a boat in the middle of the ocean, and of course the plot of literally every book you’ve ever read has completely vacated your brain.

You were apparently taking too long to tell him, so he just ripped it out from under you to investigate himself. “It can’t be that good if it’s that hard to explain. Why would you-” Luffy’s sentence died on his tongue as he opens it, right onto a picture of himself.

Panicking, you launch yourself onto his back in a desperate attempt to confiscate it, but he simply stretches his arms to keep it out of reach.

“This is awesome! Why didn’t you tell me you could draw so good?” Much to your chagrin, he starts flipping through it, now seeing sketches of the other members, too.

“Luffy! Give that back! I didn’t say you could look at that!” Blood rushed to your face from the embarrassment of being caught.

He peers over his shoulder at you, looking bewildered at your statement, “What’s the big deal? Don’t you want to share your talent?”

“No, I don’t! Just give it back and don’t tell anyone about it! Please!” You scrambled off the bed and leapt for the book, but he just snapped his arms back and continued the game of keep away.

You could see the gears turning in his head, trying to make sense of your words and actions. His eyes suddenly widened and he grinned as something clicked for him, “Oh I get it! You don’t know how good these are! You just need some help realizing it!” With that, he took off out of your room, sketchbook in hand.

“Get back here!” You sprinted after him, hoping you could get it back before he showed everyone, but deep down you knew it was already too late.

You were at a massive disadvantage here. Luffy was fast, especially when he had something he wasn’t supposed to. By the time you make it onto the deck, you’re horrified to see he’s already acquired an audience. Nami and Robin were seated at the table, with Sanji serving them some tea and snacks (which were currently being inhaled by Luffy while they were distracted by the book).

“You aren’t supposed to see that!” You hope that you’ll be able to get it out of Robin’s hands, but Luffy wraps one of his arms around you, leaving you immobilized at his side. Before you could beg them to please put it down, Luffy shoves a tiny cake into your mouth to keep you quiet.

“Go back a page, I think I saw one of me!” Nami was pestering Robin and trying to get it to herself, but any attempts at grabbing it were thwarted by an arm sprouting from the table and swatting her hands away. 

“In a minute, Nami, I’ll let you see when I’m finished,” Robin was entirely unbothered by her pleas (and yours), choosing to casually flip through each and every page with a small smile on her face.

Sanji was looking over them, smiling at the artwork, and was the first to acknowledge that you were standing right there. “These are incredible, though I’m not surprised that you would be so talented~!”

The sweet and genuine compliment almost made you cave in to accepting the situation, but you dismissed it. Swallowing the cake, you can finally speak again, “Please stop looking at that, I don’t like people looking at my sketchbook!” Especially not when the people in question kidnapped you and are actively holding you hostage.

“Oh? Are you shy about it? How cute,” Robin teased.

“It’s not-” you were once again cut off by another cake being stuffed into your mouth.

“What are you guys all looking at?” Chopper was now approaching with Usopp not far behind. Great. Why not just let everyone see it! 

Robin flipped to a page with Chopper on it and showed it to him, “(Y/N), took the time to draw all of us, it seems.”

Chopper’s eyes sparkled at the drawing, and against all logic he was somehow blushing??? “Oh I don’t look all cutesy like that, you jerk!” His dopey smile easily contradicted his words.

“I didn’t know you were also an artist. You should have told me sooner, I could’ve been teaching you! I’ll have you know I’ve tutored many famous artists! In fact, this reminds me- You drew me too?!” Usopp’s tale is cut short when Robin shows him a sketch of himself. 

You finally stop struggling, instead choosing to flop against Luffy in defeat. What’s the point? Damn near everyone has already seen it, you’re sure Zoro will wander on over here soon enough anyways. 

Upon feeling you give up, Luffy lets go and looks very pleased with himself. He unceremoniously shoves the little remaining food into his mouth and runs off calling for Zoro while Sanji gives chase, scolding him for eating all the food.

You just stood there, not knowing what else you could do. With Luffy gone, everyone else was crowding around you, lavishing you with compliments and asking questions all at once. You couldn’t even bring yourself to answer, all you could do was sulk as the last thing that you had just to yourself was taken away and thrown out into the open.

It was bound to happen eventually, you suppose.

#one piece #one piece x reader #yandere one piece #yandere #platonic yandere #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #monkey d luffy #sanji #black leg sanji #nami #usopp #tony tony chopper #nico robin #emtynessinmyworld #cat burglar nami

[y0urm4m]

BIKER CHRIS P.2

Warnings:swearing,suggestive content,fem reader,nickname “ma”,a bit of jealous Chris,fighting.

:y/n never really found her self getting along with Chris, but she always felt there was something deeper that drew them back to each other and that darn bike.

Quick A/N: I do apologise but I decided to change the perspective of the story to 1st person it just seemed better!

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╰┈➤ ❝𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚢𝚌𝚕𝚎, 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 ❞

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I sighed staring down at the message from Chris, what had I done I just had sex with my best friends brother, the brother that I was supposed to despise. “y/n?” Someone called out to me, shit it was Nick. Before he could walk in I straightened out my outfit, ruffled with my hair and hesitantly opened the door. “Heyy Nick, sorry I was just on the phone.”i said trying to play of the fact I was getting fucked by his brother not even 15 minutes ago. “Oh okay… You could have just came in and spoke to whoever was calling you,” Nick replied. I just nodded. “Anyways, I was thinking we could rewatch the scooby doo films!”he smiled. “Sounds fun.”I said smiling.

After putting my stuff in nicks room, getting some blankets and getting some junk food we sat down on the couch turning on the TV. But before I could get comfortable someone slid down beside me, it was Chris he just smirked at me before looking at the film that was currently playing. Nick seemed to take no notice in the short interaction that had just happened his focus on the film.

We were all sat in silence for roughly 30 minutes until I felt a hand on my thigh. It was Chris I just glared at him as he started making circles on my thigh with his thumb, for the rest of the film his thumb stayed on my thigh until Nick spoke. “I’m gonna go in my room now, y/n feel free to come in whenever cause I’ll probably just be on TikTok or something.” “Okay.”I replied smiling as he left the room, I waited until I knew Nick was in his room to turn to Chris. “Chris what the hell was that about?”I said frowning. “What was what?”he replied raising an eyebrow. “You know what I’m talking about don’t try be funny.”I hissed back at him. He just rolled his eyes standing up. “Go grab your jacket and meet me outside in five I’m taking you somewhere”he said before walking into his room.

Around 15 minutes later I walked outside to see Chris leaning against the garage his motorcycle next to him. “Where are we going?”I asked. “You’ll find out when we get there,”he replied smiling placing a helmet on my head. “Now get on.”he added looking towards his bike.

After we had both got on the bike Chris sped off down a quiet road, but as we went further down the road the sound of music getting louder and louder caught my attention. “Chris, now will you tell me where we’re going?” I asked once again. “We’re literally two minutes away, so you might as well wait.”he replied pulling up. Almost immediately the smell of tobacco and alcohol filled my nose. I looked around a small bar with loads of people and there motorcycles outside, was Chris in a biker gang? And as if he had read my mind he said. “No I’m not in a biker gang if that’s what you thinking, I just hang here with a few friends.”

We parked up and I slowly slid off the bike looking around, most of them looked like Middle Aged men apart from a group of four younger men and one girl which I’m guessing are Chris’ friends. “Just follow me you’ll be fine.” He spoke softly, placing his hand on the small of my back as we walked towards his group of friends. “Yo Chris who’s that?”One of the men spoke. Chris rolled his eyes, “this is y/n, y/n Marcus.” He said, looking down at me. I just awkwardly waved at them.

It had been around 30 minutes, and every time I tried to take in my surroundings I caught Marcus eyeing me up. I looked up at Chris in return he smiled. Obviously oblivious to his supposed friend eying me up. “Chris when are we going back? Nick also has no clue where we are.”I asked him, hoping he would realise how desperate I was to leave. “Soon I promise and Nick won’t care anyways.” He replied continuing his conversation with Marcus who in return just smirked at me.

Eventually Chris noticed the tension between me and Marcus and took me to the side and began speaking to me. “Is everything alright ma, you’ve been acting weird since we’ve been here?” “I’m fine I probably just need a cigarette break or something.”I mumbled, grabbing the box of cigarettes out my back pocket bringing one to my lips. “If you say so, I’m just going to speak to Aaron I’ll be back.” He whispered in my ear walking off.

I looked around awkwardly, Marcus looking right back at me. He began walking over. “So how come Chris hasn’t ever brought you here before, are you just one of his fuck buddies?”he spoke, turning his head to the side slightly. I didn’t answer, I was practically frozen in place. Around a bunch of bikers and possible criminals. I looked for Chris, no where to be seen. I just wanted to cry, I hated social events especially this. “Are you gonna answer me darlin?” Marcus chuckled. I just looked down. Please come back Chris. Please just walk back over here so we can leave.

It was as if god had answered my prayers, Chris caught my eye. He was coming back thank goodness. He walked over looking at me and Marcus. “You alright?” He asked Marcus. “Yeah, just speaking to your fuck buddy.”he replied kicking his foot back and forth.“What did you just call her?” Chris frowned. “Im guessing she’s your favourite fuck Buddy or something cause you never bring anyone here with you.”Marcus chuckled. I saw Chris’ fists tense as the words left Marcus’ mouth.

But just as Marcus began speaking I watched Chris punch him right in the jaw. “Chris!” I shouted. He didn’t reply, just carried on fighting with Marcus.

Everyone else around us was now paying attention. Chris’ supposed friends walking over to us. “What the fuck is going on.”one of them spoke to me, the other rushing forward to split the two of them up. “Don’t you ever speak to her like that again you fucking Jackass.” Chris spat walking back towards me. “We’re leaving.” He said sternly. I just nodded, turning to look back at Marcus. Marcus was now speaking to a few of the other bikers there, they all turned to look at us giving me dirty looks as me and Chris left.

Me and Chris didn’t speak once when we first left, but the sound of multiple motorcycles speeding up caught my attention. “Uh Chris, is that the only place where people meet up?” I asked turning to look behind me. “Uh yeah why?” He said confused.

When I turned to look behind me, I saw roughly 5 people including Marcus. They were following us. “Fuck Chris, I think Marcus followed us. And he’s not alone.” I whispered just loud enough for Chris to hear. As soon as I said that I felt Chris speed up. “Hold on, we will be home soon. I’m sorry for getting you in this shit ma.” He spoke softly. “It’s okay Chris it’s not your fault.” I sighed, looking back again. This time Marcus was closer he just smirked at me, the same smirk he’s been doing the whole night. As he sped up. “Chris, come back I just want to talk to you!” Marcus shouted. I frowned, fucking weirdo. “What’s up with your weird ass friends?”I asked. Chris payed no attention, still trying to get away from the bikers that were catching up on us now.

We had been driving for around 5 minutes now, driving down street after street. Turning corner after corner. I looked behind us. They were finally gone. “Chris there gone now.” I said loosening the grip I had around his waist. “I know, I’m taking you somewhere else.”He mumbled trying to keep his focus on the road. I looked around us, once again on a quiet road but this time it never got louder just quieter.

He slowly stopped, we were at a tiny field with a little hill. In the pitch black the only thing seen where the lights from the houses surrounding us. “What are we doing here Chris?” I asked. “Just wait.” He said, grabbing my wrist walking us up to the top of the hill. “This is where I go when I want to get away from everyone. I don’t ever see anyone here so I knew Marcus wouldn’t follow us down here.”he said smiling. “Chris this is beautiful.”I said, looking at the empty field. It was peaceful. I had never thought of Chris as a quiet place kind of person. “Well I’m glad you like it.” He said sitting down on the grass. I sat down next to him, as he took the helmet off my head and took his own one off.

“I’m sorry for tonight.” He apologised once again. “Chris y’know you don’t have to apologise again.”I said looking at him. He smiled slightly. “Chris I have two questions.” I said. He hummed in response. “Before all this, why did you always used to give me so much shit?” I asked playing with my fingers. He shrugged sighing. “I don’t know, I guess I just didn’t really know what to say to you.” “Oh, and what happened to me speaking to you in your room?” I said resting my head on his shoulder. “I guess I just wanted you to meet my friends but that didn’t end very well.”He said mumbling the end.

We sat in silence for around 5 minutes before he turned to look at me. “I know I’m really shit at these kinds of things- but y/n would you be my girlfriend?” He said smiling. My eyes widened slightly at the words that had just left his mouth. Chris sturniolo asking me to be his girlfriend was definitely not what I expected to leave his mouth.

He looked at me his smile fading as I still hadn’t replied. “So, Will you?” He asked once again. “Chris is that a silly question, of course I will!” I said smiling. He chuckled slightly before pulling me in pecking my lips.

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A/N: sorry for the short shitty ending I honestly fumbled on this hardd.. I just needed to get it out as it has been like 2 weeks or possibly longer.

Tag list: @junnniiieee07

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo #mathew sturniolo #chris sturniolo fluff #christopher sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo

[enid-rhees]

Okay, so the second idea was Enid and reader practically forcing makeup on Carl- 💀✋

Poor dude is just squirming and annoyed the whole time too lmaooo (but low-key is having fun cuz it's his two besties)

Like, goth make-up maybe? DEFINITELY eyeliner!!

And an alternative version where Enid and reader are doing eachothers make-up, then Carl walks in and gets a lil' curious about make-up if that makes sense sifjskjdk-

So he pretty much just shyly asks if Enid and reader will put on a bit of makeup for him (eyeliner, mascara, gloss, the good stuff hehe).

Enid and reader are so giddy about it too! And the three of them just have lots of fun playing around with makeup they collected on runs. Just pure fluff really :,)

THISSS i love this sm. i am gonna do the alternative bc i have a vision for it 😭 hope you enjoy!

warnings: none!

a/n: hope you all enjoy! requests are currently closed but i’ll have them open again really soon :)

“stop squirming.” Enid instructed, holding your face in one hand as she applied the eyeshadow to your eyelid. it was a pinkish-purple shade. “it tickles,” you whined.

“i’m almost done, pretty. just sit still.” she said softly, pressing a quick kiss to your nose. you scrunched your nose slightly. Enid closed the eyeshadow palette and grabbed her eyeliner, pulling off the cap.

“okay, don’t open your eyes until i say so.” you nodded and Enid held your head as she concentrated heavily on your eye. she carefully drew a wing and filled in the empty space.

she moved on to the other eye, drawing the same wing just as carefully. as she started to fan her hand over your eyes to dry the eyeliner, your bedroom door opened. Carl popped his head in.

“what are you guys doing?” he asked shyly. Enid removed herself from your lap and sat next to you, “we’re just doing each others makeup. we found some when we snuck out earlier,” she smiled.

Enid already had a face full of makeup, you did hers before she started to do yours.

Carl walked closer, examining the art on both of your faces. he then looked down at his hands, fumbling with them. “can… can you guys… put some on… me? i wanna know what it’s like.”

you and Enid turned to each other with wide smiles. “yes! yes come sit!” you exclaimed, patting the space between you and Enid. he sat down and took his hat off.

you picked up the hat with an idea in mind. you reached over and placed it on Enid’s head, your smile widened at the sight. “that’s so cute, oh my god.”

Carl scrunched his face, “you guys are gross.” Enid hit his shoulder, “do you want your makeup done or not?”

“yes! i’m sorry.” you shook your head, opening up an eyeshadow pallet, “you better be. what colors should we do on him, Enid?”

Enid leaned over in front of Carl to further look at his eyes, “well, his eyes are like… the brightest shade of blue they could be. so something that won’t make them brighter. it’s kinda creepy.”

“your eyes are literally bright green.” Carl retorted. “shut up. maybe we can do purple, Y/N. because i feel like any color might make his eyes pop, and that purple right here is really pretty. i wanna try it on him.” you nodded and picked up a small makeup brush, dipping it into the shade of purple she pointed to.

“close your eyes.” you instructed. he closed his eyes and before you could apply the color to his eyes, Enid stopped you. “we need to put his hair back, it’s too long and this part right here,” she lifted up his bangs that covered his entire eye, “is in the way.”

he opened his eyes back up, this time widening them. “you are not putting my hair back.” the two of you groaned dramatically, “Carl! we need your face to literally do the makeup. we’re just gonna use this headband to put on your head, we won’t tie it up.”

“okay- okay fine.” Enid reached behind her and grabbed a fluffy headband. she put it on his head and pushed it back until it was just barely resting on his forehead. “i feel empty.” he mumbled.

“stop being so dramatic. close your eyes again.” he closed his eyes and you held onto his head as you started to apply the shadow to his eyes. you gently moved the brush across his eyes, making sure the color stretched into every crevice of his lid.

“how does this look?” you asked Enid. “oh that’s so pretty. maybe you can add in a little blue at the top, blend it in.” you nodded and opened the pallet back up, dipping another brush into a blue shade. you lightly added it to his lid, blending it in with the purple. “yeah, that looks so good.” Enid smiled.

you did the same thing to the other eye, making sure they looked almost the same to each other. “wanna do the eyeliner?” you asked her. her face lit up and she nodded, picking up the one she just used on you.

“keep your eyes closed, Carl. and do not open them until i say so. this can smudge onto the shadow and will ruin everything.” he laughed a bit, “alright,”

when she drew the first line, Carl flinched. “sorry. it’s cold.” he whined. you laughed as Enid shook her head. after she finished, she repeated the same action she did to you and fanned her hands over his eyes to dry the liner. then she slipped the headband off his head.

“open.” Enid instructed. both of you gasped when he opened his eyes, “holy shit. we did such a good job. Carl you look incredible.”

you handed him a mini mirror for him to look at himself. he turned his head left and right, and brought the mirror closer to his eyes. “wow. i look… really good.” he laughed. you and Enid smiled at each other, proud of your works.

“we need to savor this moment. look what i found in Rick’s room.” you smiled mischievously, pulling out an old, scratched up polaroid camera. “you stole that?” Carl asked. you shrugged, “i like the word borrowed better.”

“smile!” you raised the camera above all of you, and held a peace sign up to your eye. they all did their own pose as you snapped the photo. it slid out of the camera a few seconds after.

“oh that is so cute.” you laughed at the photo, looking over at them to see their reactions. you placed it on your bedside table.

suddenly, your door swung open once more. “have you or Enid seen Car- oh.” he stared at the three of you with a blank expression. you all sat frozen.

with a shake of his head, he walked out the door without another word. it was silent for a moment, and then you all looked at each other before bursting into loud laughter.



#enid rhee #enid twd #enid rhee x fem!reader #enid rhee x reader #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #twd #twd x reader

[virtue-and-beneviolence]

Better with Age

In which Shuji is old and introduces the novel concept of "women years" to you. And there's cake bc it's Shuji's birthday.

notes: Shuji isn't serious ever yall know not to get angry over a dumb joke, surely. Reader and Shuji's relationship left undefined but they care very much for each other in some way. tragically unedited. Happy Shuji Day!

“Happy birthday, jackass!” you sang the words and turned the corner in your apartment to reveal Shuji’s birthday cake. No one who knew you two would be shocked by the bright purple script on plain white buttercream frosting that read you’re still alive, unfortunately. A simple happy birthday could never cut it, not since Shuji pulled his congrats, you’re legal birthday cake stunt at your 18th birthday. In front of your parents, no less. “Sorry there’s no candles, we didn’t have enough, ya old fuck.”

“Old fuck? Who do you think you’re calling an old fuck?” He said, eyebrow cocked in a frankly shockingly confident display of denial of his age.

“Your 33 year old ass.”

“Better than being,” his eyes flicker upward for a second and his right pointer finger draws nonsensical lines in the air with a precision that suggested real math, “38.”

You gape at him, mouth open and eyes narrowed a tiny bit, but your lips curl up at the edges, poised to laugh any second and betray your mock annoyance, “38?? I’m only 25 Shuji.”

Shuji juts his chin out and to the side ever so slightly, mocking how a pensive academic making a rebuttal in some debate might, “In standard years maybe, but haven’t you heard women age one and a half years for every one a man ages?”

“Shut up.”

“You’re basically over the hill, y/n.” He half shrugs and digs a finger into the cake frosting and then to his mouth where he sucks the digit clean of its diabetes inducing coating. “I literally don’t make the rules.”

“Women do not age in dog years!” You half laugh the exclamation, jerking the cake back from his reach. The apples of your cheeks are blurry at the bottom of your sight and for some reason something shifts and everything just feels right. Like you were meant to bicker with this idiot your whole life.

Shuji huffs disapproval at your stinginess with the cake or your words. Maybe both. “Of course women don’t age in dog years. Dog years are seven to one standard year, you silly goose.” The tall man leans over to boop your nose. He even has the nerve to do it with his sticky, sugary finger and laugh when you wrinkle your nose and dip away. “Now give me that cake-“

“You’re trying to make yourself feel better and it’s honestly a sad look, you know that?” There’s nothing but amusement behind your words as you two banter.

“Feel better? Why would I feel anything but great, doll? Men age like fine wine-“

God you could just kiss that dumb look right off his face.

“That was the last straw.” You declare, and with dexterity even you didn’t realize you had, you climbed up the kitchen counter all while balancing the cake on a hand. For once you smirked down at him, holding something out of his reach. “Get fucked, shortie.” You jeered down at him.

“Ya little shit,” Shuji’s hand half darted to your ankle. It was only meant to be a bluff to spook you into coming down, but instinct made you reach up and hop out of reach. The wet splat of icing followed by the dull thud of the plate knocking ceiling was deafening. It drew both your eyes to the cake you gingerly peeled off the ceiling, little chunks and crumbs lopping off from where the plate dug into the softness of the spongey cake. You looked at each other for a few long seconds before the giggles started. Shuji’s giggles were infectious like nothing else. It wasn’t long until the cake was discarded, and you were doubled over laughing hysterically on the counter, head rested on Shuji’s shoulder.

When the laughter turned to half huffs to catch your breath, as you were wiping tears from your eyes, Shuji piped up, “Can I get a rain check on that?”

“Survive another year and I’ll bake for you again.”

He kisses your forehead then, quick but soft and somehow packed with fondness. “You drive a hard bargain.”

“You’re the worst,” You say, but I love you is what he hears.

#hanma shuji #shuji hanma #shuji hanma x reader #look maybe theyre friends maybe theyre together #pls don't @ me for using the tag T.T #anyway #happy birthday hanma shuji #my darling #the light of my life

[djarinbarnes]

Hi Dina, how are you? I had a bad day and if you’re taking requests and have the time, I’d really love some Javi P in any form! Thank you ❤️

hi my darling! I'm doing alright at the moment. I hope you’ll feel a little better with this. I found it in my folder and finished it for you ❤️

hope you like it.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: smut, kinda unrequited love, javi is being javi. a little angst if you squint.

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Sitting around in a car without heating on was one of the worst possible things you could imagine at this point. Not to mention the man that was seated beside you – the guy who ripped every hope of his affection to shreds when he apparently deemed himself too emotionally detached.

You had no idea what he meant by that. Either that he wanted nothing to do with anyone, ever, when it came to love, but he otherwise had no problem in burying his cock to the hilt in someone undeserving, as he put it. By undeserving, he apparently meant someone, that wouldn’t get emotionally attached to him, much like you had become, only without the who physical aspect.

Something about him just drew you in – and you found yourself unable to not think about him like that. He was a good-looking man, maybe with the moral compass not functioning properly, but you weren’t going to give him shit for putting himself first, and him doing what he felt was the right thing.

There had been just the slightest of movements from within the house you were currently spying on, but it hadn’t given you any useful leads yet. The two of you literally had nothing to move on with and talk about in case they called you over the radio.

You hear Javi mumble something about wanting a beer and a cigarette, and you huffed, turning your front away from him to get a possible better view at the plaza you were observing. “Just open the window a bit. I don’t care.” You did, though. You knew he could make out the annoyance in your tone when you said it, but you decided against saying any more.

You heard as he grabbed the small handle, cranking the window open an inch before he pulled out a cigarette and you heard the lighter click. You closed your eyes for just a second, inhaling a normal breath, trying to calm yourself just a bit.

You inhaled the smoke lingering in the air discretely, silently enjoying the smell that you related to Javi. That, and the lingering smell of his eau de cologne, which you also rather enjoyed. He just downright smelled good, and you hated yourself for thinking that way about him after he turned you down.

You knew from the start that it wasn’t just a schoolgirl crush you had on him, even though it felt like it for the first couple of months. No, it was more than that – you found yourself constantly lingering around his and Steve’s workplace when they were both there, not fully wanting to blow your cover and see Javi alone.

When you finally had gathered the courage to ask him out and him agreeing, and you went out for a beer after hours… And Steve tagging along. You didn’t really mind Steve tagging along, but somehow you just wanted him to leave you and Javi alone.

Luckily, he left after two beers to go home to Connie, and you finally had Javi to yourself. After a lot of flirting over the table he moved it under the table, his warm hand resting on your thigh as you both laughed and flirted until he’d convinced you to take him back to your place, where he’d fucked you roughly against the inside of your front door, your head held against the wood as his hips slammed against yours.

When you closed your eyes, you could still see the mahogany of your front door, and you could still feel his fingers tightening in your hair and the fullness you felt when he was inside you. You could also still feel the letdown of when he’d left right after, sparing no time to be all lovey dovey with you.

And the following day at the office when you’d brought him a cup of coffee to his desk and he’s nonchalantly thanked you, not sparing you another glance. When you’d asked him if he wanted to meet again and he blankly turned you down, you knew you’d been nothing more than easy pussy to him.

It hurt. A lot. Especially when you’d developed this kind of a crush on him… Well, it kind of was your own fault, but it still hurt, nonetheless. It wasn’t ever fun being let down, but especially since you had definitely expected more from your brief, heated encounter.

You truly didn’t know what you’d expected, but it wasn’t what the last three months had brought along. And now here you were – the ambassador completely oblivious to what had happened between the two of you since neither of you had spoken about it since.

You had a rough time keeping things professional between you and Javi, since all you wanted to do was damn him to the gates of hell, possibly while getting another round of fucking him, since he left you wanting more. You were hot and bothered beside him, there was no denying that.

You had to sit in a cloud of the smell of him, the smell reminding you of that one fucking night you had shared together, that made you want to not see other people. You’d tried, but nothing compared to the roughness you’d felt with him when he’d simply given into his urges when you’d whimpered a yes.

“You want one?” you hear his voice beside you, and you turn your head to look at the pack of cigarettes he’s holding out to you, offering you one. The one he smoked was already gone, a freshly lit one hanging from his lips. You sigh before taking one, not sure why you give into the urge to smoke a cigarette.

You had only been smoking at a rough point in your life, and you stopped soon after. When he lit the tobacco and you sucked the dangerous fumes into your mouth, you actually felt some kind of relief. It felt good. It tasted good, as well. Mainly because it reminded you of the time you had tasted that same taste on his lips.

It’s only when you’re pulling the cigarette from your lips to avoid the smoke from getting into your eyes you realize how much you’re shaking. You’d been too cooped up in your thoughts to fully comprehend just how cold it was in the car. Javi watches as you admire the cancerous stick you’re holding between your fingers.

“It’s cold. Take my jacket.” He says nothing more before he pulls his jacket from the back seat of the car, handing it over to you. You contemplate on just ignoring him, not wanting to give into him again, even though you so desperately want to.

“I’m fine,” you manage to huff out between clouds of smoke, but you know Javi sees right through your lie. You hear Javi chuckle, and then you hear the tobacco burning again as he takes another drag of his cigarette. “Really.”

“Right.”

Your fingers have started to lose feeling. Who knew it could be that cold in Colombia? Fucking hell. You really wanted to take Javi up on the offer on borrowing his jacket, yet you felt yourself holding back. A few silent minutes pass. They feel like hours.

You let out a soft gasp as his hand finds your inner thigh in the dark. You whisper out his name in desperation, your hand grabbing his to halt his movement. “We can’t,” you keep your voice a whisper, “not again.”

You hear Javi sigh before you hear the leather creak as he leans closer to you. “I keep thinking about you. Thinking about how well your body responded to my touch… Keep thinking about how warm you were.” His lips find your neck and you whimper, fully knowing you’re going to give in to him again. Fuck me and wearing a skirt.

You feel the rough pads of his fingertips trail up the inside of your thigh and you spread your legs a bit to grant him access. He doesn’t hesitate in swiping his fingers over your clothed core, feeling the dampness already gathered there. Out of your hooded eyes you see a lamp turning on over the door of the plaza.

“Javi.” You grasp his arm and try to pry his fingers off of you, yet he edges them further along your panty line. “Javier, really.” You push his shoulder as you watch your target step out of his door and skid down the steps. “Jesus, stop!”

He finally gets the memo and pulls himself back from your neck, his mustache still tickling your skin. You hear him mutter a god damn it before the two of you watch the target move down the street. Javi grabs the radio and calls it in.

“Nice job. Another team will take over. You’ve had a long day. Go home and relax.”

You feel a heavy gaze on you and turn your head, meeting Javi’s fully dilated pupils. You give him a short nod before he’s starting the car and driving you both towards something both of you knew weren’t going to be anything else than relaxed.

#javier peña #Javier Pena #javier peña x reader #Javier Peña #javier pena x reader #javier pena x you #Pedro Pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal fic

[sunshinemoonlightandstarbright]

Late Night Chats

focus on James + Sirius

approx. 350 words

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Sirius sits up in his bed, the covers falling to his hips. “psst, James. James is that you?” He whispers into the darkness.

The floorboards creak and a voice whispers back, “Yeah. Yeah Pads it’s me.” The creaking sounds becomes closer as James moves to cross the distance between their beds. Sirius rushes to open the curtains for him and throws the covers back all the way. James' face peeks around the edge of the fabric, his glasses reflecting the only light in the room. “Do you-“ James gestures to the bed. Sirius nods quickly, allowing him into his space. He shuffles across the mattress to make room for James as he climbs onto the bed.

The sit and stare at each other for a moment, James scanning Sirius’ face as much as he could in the dark. Sirius clears his throat and reaches around to close the curtain, and James takes the opportunity to wraps his arms around Sirius’ torso, pulling him into a tight hug. He presses his face into Sirius’ shoulder and he feels the other boy flinch before relaxing into the embrace. Sirius snakes his arms around James’ waist and fists the fabric of his shirt. He tries to keep his breathing steady but then it hitches and he feels a knot form in his throat. “It’s alright Pads,” James murmurs and begins to rubs soothing circles on Sirius’ back. Sirius just lets the tears build in his eyes until they overflow and begin steaming down his face, landing to rest on James’ shoulder. They remain entangled until Sirius’ breathing quietens and his grip on James loosens.

When they part James takes out his wand and whispers a silencing spell before lifting up the covers and gesturing for Sirius to come underneath them with him. “Lumos.” The space is filled with a soft light, allowing Sirius to see James’ faces pinched with concern. He knows how he looks. Eyes puffy and red, nose running. But more than that, his cheeks were sunken and hollow, and the usually bright spark in his eyes had dulled. James looks like he’s chewing his words, trying to figure out how best to broach the subject. “I’m guessing the holidays weren’t exactly kind to you,” he settles on. A bitter smile makes its way onto Sirius’ face and he shakes his head ruefully.

“Right. Well. Do you wanna- do you want to talk about it?” James asks.

“You know, just the usual. My parents being the lovely people that they are and treating their children with the utmost respect and compassion.”

“Sirius,” James says tiredly.

Sirius swallows and nods, “They um, they found out Reg was playing for the quidditch team again, you know, after, after what happened last time. And well, they lost it at him. They were ranting about how he was a disappointment and how he should know better than to disobey them especially after- Well after how I turned out I guess. Then,” his breathing started to quicken, “then Mum drew her wand and pointed it at him. I knew what spell she was going to use, I’m not an idiot. But I couldn’t just stand there and watch. I figured that I was already used to it, and Reg hadn’t been exposed to it yet and I really didn’t want to see that last bit of hope fade from his eyes, watching as his parents used the torture curse on him. I thought I could preserve the last bit of his innocence, you know? So obviously I pushed him out of the way and took it for him.”

James inhales sharply and winces, “Sirius, you know that protecting Reg isn’t your responsibility. I mean I’m sure he was grateful and all, but you shouldn’t have to literally-“

Sirius laughs darkly and interrupts. “Grateful? No. The little shit completely shut me out after that. Didn’t speak to me for the rest of the holidays.”

“Oh.” James says softly. “Sirius, I’m sorry. Maybe there was a reason or-“

“No. James don’t- don’t make excuses for him. I’ve learnt my lesson after all these years. I’m fine. Really.” He looks down at his lap and begins fiddling with the hem of his shorts. “You can, you can leave now, if you want.”

“Sirius”, James says with a pained expression on his face. “Don’t shut me out Pads, I’m here for you.”

“Just go,” Sirius bites the inside of his cheek and doesn’t look up to see James fall silent and turn to leave.

“Knox.” James whispers, cancelling the spell and sliding the curtain across the rail, slipping out onto the wooden floor.

Sirius listens to James tip toeing across the floorboards and when he hears him get onto his own bed, he stops trying to hold back his sobs. He brings his pillow to his face and begins to cry.

#james potter is the love of my life #hes so soft with sirius it hurts #when sirius said just go #oof #james potter #sirius black #marauders #marauders fandom #oneshot

[kuradoberijam]

Jinjin for the opinion ask game (if someone else already sent him, then Tsubaki maybe?)

You are surprisingly the first person to send me Jin!!

❄️ Overall Opinion of him:

Literally such a fucking loser (affectionate) I have been attached to this Blorbo for the last 6 years even though he sucks so bad. He is so pathetic (also affectionate).

❄️ Gender & Sexuality Headcanons:

I think he’s bi given the right circumstances and also trans but I’ve also been kinda flirting with the HC of him being in that sort of grey aro area + some sexual aversion (not quite ace) just because I couldn’t really see him dating anyone and that working out for more than a month. Jin at his core is shitty at holding himself accountable which is important for communication in relationships.

❄️ Favorite moment in canon:

Oh 100% when Ragna lectures him in continuum shift to pull his head out of his ass. That in general is actually one of my favorite scenes with them together because it was the last real time we got any potential for their character dynamic. It really showed that despite everything Ragna still cares about Jin because Jin is his little brother but also showcases that their relationship can’t change until Jin pulls himself together enough for them to have a proper final fight. I could talk on and on about that scene but I would be rambling too much. 

❄️ Favorite moment in a fan work:

I’m going to flex on myself a little bit here because I’m one of the few writers on ao3 that doesn’t write ragjin incest shit but I still really like Bury the Hatchet. It kind of aged a little bit poorly considering I’ve gotten better at writing but I still feel like it holds its own with Jin characterization.

❄️ Favorite Line:

I think most of his lines suck so bad but his introspection at the end of his calamity trigger route still gets me. I drew it once but I was 17 then and didn’t know as much about art as I do now so I’ll have to go back and re-draw it. 

❄️ Characters I like seeing them interact with:

Ragna for sure. We could have had so much when it came to their dynamic. I desperately wanted to see them have a satisfying character arc where maybe they don’t necessarily ever become close again but they can tolerate each other at family gatherings and have occasional fun being belligerent towards each other. We should have been allowed to have a dynamic where Ragna smokes a cigarette because it’s just one of those days and Jin takes it and puts it out on Ragna’s hand. Their dynamic would be so much better if it moved to being built around Jin pestering Ragna in non violent ways and Ragna getting got by his shit every time. Either that or go straight for the tragedy but don’t leave us in the middle with no closure.

❄️ Last thing before sleeping headcanons:

Jin wears an ungodly amount of makeup every day. Because of this, that means that he has to spend a total of 30 or more minutes washing foundation off of his face and wiping off eyeliner with make up wipes. Sometimes his eyes get red from the sheer amount of times he has to wipe stuff off of his eyelids. Ragna once said he looked like a melted Madame Tussaud wax figure and the rest of his night was spent evading Jin running around the house with a knife. He’s also very obsessed with skin care and once had to begrudgingly lecture Kagura about what a pore strip was because Kagura found it in the trash once and didn’t know what it was.

❄️ Sleeping habits headcanons:

Jin sits sleeping upright with a weighted blanket because if he didn’t he’d be sleepwalking the way he did when he was a kid. He still remembers the days when he would end up knee deep in the creek by the church with Ragna worriedly shaking his shoulders yelling at him to wake up. Jin did however, forget his routine once and ended up just outside of Torifune’s borders with military personnel prying open his eyelids. Jin also sleep talks and his eyes flicker when he’s in deep sleep which has worried more people than he cares to admit.

❄️ First thing after waking up headcanons:

Jin primarily wakes up to his own nightmares. As a result, he’s grown intimately familiar with the early hours of the morning. He usually starts his day by making some tea and then putting on an insufferable amount of makeup because he can’t stand looking at his bare face in the mirror. 

❄️ Favorite locations headcanons:

Jin likes anywhere quiet. It’s why he used to like the library when he was at the military academy. People always thought that was why he was a good student but he mainly just went there to feel at peace. He hates loud noises and crowds more than he can express (autism gang rise up). 

#asks #tysm for sending me this!! #blazblue #jin kisaragi