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unclewaynemunson · 7 months

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If there is one thing Eddie Munson is good at, it's hyperfixating. He can spend hours upon hours wholly entranced by whatever it is that has his attention, whether it's a newly discovered band or a book series he's reading or some random new interest he likes to immerse himself in. It's something Steve, who himself has the attention span of a goldfish, will never really understand, but that's okay: even without understanding it, it's one of the things he loves about Eddie.

Some of Eddie's obsessions fade just as quickly as they appear, but others stay with him for years. So when he reaches a 1000-day streak on Duolingo learning Elvish, Steve has a surprise for him: two tickets for a Lord of the Rings convention in Chicago. The second ticket is not for Steve – they enjoy their own separate interests just fine without the other's involvement – but for Dustin, and the two of them wave goodbye to Steve with a suitcase filled with nerdy costumes and matching excited sparks in their eyes.

Eddie returns a few days later filled with stories about all that he and Dustin got up to.

'Guess who we met at the convention,' is one of the first things he tells Steve. He's bouncing around with excitement, too impatient to even wait for Steve's first guess. 'The guy who created the Elvish Duolingo course! And guess what? He lives in Indianapolis! I'm having lunch with him next week!'

And it's cool, Steve is happy that Eddie met his hero and made a new nerd friend out of him, he truly is – until Eddie shows him the picture that Dustin took of the two of them.

Here's the thing: Steve is not a jealous person. Not at all. He knows that jealousy is a gross thing to feel and he can't even imagine not trusting Eddie. But... he had not expected Eddie's lame nerd idol to have amazing hair, a lip piercing, and muscles in all the right places. The guy looks like a freaking model. And usually, that wouldn't bother Steve – he knows he's not exactly ugly himself – but usually he doesn't have to compete with guys who speak Elvish fluently.

'You should come with me, we can all hang out together,' Eddie suggests. 'I'm sure you'll love him.'

Steve is hesitant about it, but Eddie refuses to take no for an answer, and that's how Steve ends up at Vikram's house for lunch two weeks later.

Eddie gasps loudly when Vikram leads them into his living room, clutching a dramatic hand to his chest in true Eddie fashion. Steve knows it's not all theatrics, though: there's no way a room like this wouldn't genuinely impress Eddie. It's dark and filled with big leather furniture. Framed posters for various metal bands and horror movies hang on the walls. There are shelves filled with big fantasy books, and every corner of the room has a display cabinet filled with what seem to be collectors' items for various series.

If Steve had been hoping for Vikram to look more like a stereotypical nerd in real life, he would be severely disappointed: the guy looks amazing in a leather jacket that would fit perfectly in Eddie's own collection and black skinny jeans that show off a truly amazing pair of legs, making Steve feel oddly self-conscious about the couple of pounds he gained since he left his high school sports days behind him.

While they're having lunch – Vikram bakes his own bread and it's so good that Steve doesn't think he can ever stop eating – Eddie and Vikram enthusiastically talk each other's heads off about all things Tolkien. Steve, on the other hand, grows more quiet as time passes, not really following along and sure as hell not able to give any contributions to the topic at hand.

'Did you ever try to learn some Sindarin as well, Steve? Or are you more of a Quenya guy?' Vikram asks him in what is no doubt a well-meant attempt to include Steve in the conversation.

Steve hastily swallows a big mouthful of bread and feels his cheeks heat up.

'I never read those books,' he sheepishly confesses.

'Oh!' Vikram's eyes widen and Steve can practically see him think: You never bothered to show any interest in one of your boyfriend's favorite things?

'Well, I mean, I tried,' Steve rushes to explain himself. 'But I um, I couldn't really keep my attention to it. They're a bit difficult to read. For me.' Somehow, explaining it only makes him feel worse about it.

'Oh, yeah, I get it, man. Those books aren't for everyone.'

There is no meanness or hidden insult behind his words. But Steve only feels more like an outsider while Eddie asks Vikram some incomprehensible question that has Vikram giving an in-depth explanation about the difference between two words that literally sound the same to Steve's ears. And when Eddie laughs about a joke that goes way over Steve's head, then says something in that stupidly beautiful nerd language which prompts a laugh from Vikram in return, Steve is reminded in full force how ugly of an emotion jealousy is.

They say goodbye – Eddie says something in Elvish again and Steve has to watch Vikram laugh a joyous laugh about it again – and Steve is quiet during the drive back home.

'Is something wrong?' Eddie asks when they're home, perceptive as always.

'No,' Steve lies.

'Stevie, c'mon.' Eddie studies Steve's face intently, a frown between his eyebrows just barely hidden by his bangs. 'What's going on?' Something in his expression shifts. 'Wait. You didn't like Vikram, did you? Did you hate him?'

'No, I didn't hate him!' Steve is quick to say. 'He's awesome, Eddie, he's perfect and smart and funny and perfect.'

Eddie narrows his eyes like Steve said something weird.

'Why did you say he's perfect twice?'

Steve huffs and runs a hand through his hair in a nervous gesture. 'Just drop it, Eddie.'

'No, I'm not dropping it.' Eddie crosses his arms. 'What are you not telling me?'

Steve sighs. 'Okay, I didn't want to bother you with this, because it's my problem and not yours, and jealousy is an ugly emotion, but–'

'You're jealous of Vikram?'

'I mean, he's like, super hot, and he has this cool house, and he loves the same things as you, and you can speak your cool nerd language with him, while I'm too dumb to even read your cool nerd books and–'

'Steve,' Eddie interrupts him. 'You have no reason to be jealous.'

'I just...' Steve pauses, pinches the bridge of his nose. He finally manages to voice the thought that has been eating at him ever since he met Vikram. 'I don't want you to wake up someday and wish that you were with someone as smart as you are.'

The way Eddie's breath catches is barely noticeable. Then, he reaches out and gently places his hands on Steve's shoulders.

'I am with someone as smart as I am,' he says softly.

Steve scoffs.

'No, it's true,' Eddie presses on. 'Okay, so you don't enjoy reading Tolkien, and you don't speak Elvish. I don't care about that, man. I love the way you think. I love your inexhaustible knowledge of weird sports facts. I love how precise you are about weighing ingredients when you're baking something. I love your through-the-roof emotional and social intelligence.' He lifts one hand off of Steve's shoulder to pet his head, almost as if he's some kind of animal. 'You got a pretty big brain in there, no matter what you tell yourself, Stevie. And that's why I love you, more than anyone who speaks Elvish fluently.'

Steve tugs Eddie closer until their bodies are pressed against each other, his arms around Eddie's waist and his head resting on Eddie's shoulder.

'I don't think anyone has ever called me smart before,' he quietly admits.

'Well, I'll do it more often, then,' Eddie replies. 'Cause you are.'

(I wrote this because @undreaming-rambles has reached the unbelievable milestone of a 1000-day duolingo strike today. obviously that called for a silly fanfic celebration moment, congrats on your incredible perseverance aneta 💖 and credit where credit is due: this one was inspired by an episode of my beloved comfort show brooklyn 99)

#don't mind me rambling about stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #fruity ficlet

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cas-writes-stuff-ig · 3 months

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Cheering Her Up

f!/nb! reader x regina george (you love to make Regina feel better)

She calls you "duck" (ITS FUNNY/CUTE I PROMISE)

closeted bi Regina, and openly enby/lesbian reader

reader binds their chest with transtape/kt tape

secret relationship

cheering her up

Regina is taller than you

CONTENT: SO SO SO SORRY I KNOW IM WEIRD

Word Count: 1853

(Originally supposed to be a one shot)

kind of alludes to sex but not explicitly

Regina lets you write your own diss in her Burn Book, so Gretchen and Karen don't get suspicious as to why you're not in it. (a bit of transphobia and homophobia, t-slur/d-slur)

Past bullying and some self-deprication

Reader is a weirdo but Regina likes it

Reader likes classic rock and old hits, Regina pretends to despise it

She lashes out at you but its all good in the end :)

Reader likes to sing

Part 2 of Cheering Her Up (A Party)

a/n: this is a huge self-insert for me, I was really vibing to Bob Seger earlier (btw this is the second thing ive written in like 5 years spare me)

ALSO feel free to message or comment any feedback is appreciated 🙏

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Before the sophomore year, you were sure Regina totally despised you. She openly criticized any gay person she came across. Sophomore year, you were seated next to her in math and history, and you felt like you were going to be destroyed.

But when you came over to her house for a project, she asked "You have your first kiss yet?"

It caught you off guard. "Uh, no. Why?" your voice squeaked, although you knew she was a bitch. You were attracted to her.

She got close to your face and smirked, you could feel her breath on yours. "No reason," She grabbed the back of your head and kissed you. You didn't kiss back out of shock and Regina pulled away and went red, she opened her mouth to say something to excuse her actions, but you leaned in and kissed her again. That moment opened a whole new door for both of you.

After that, you and Regina got really close. Outside of the school halls, and in the comfort of Regina's mansion, you were secretly her best friend but also her friend with benefits. She isn't out yet either, she still has too much pride to be seen with a loser, but you don't mind waiting for her.

She was slightly nicer to you than others at school. She was actually pretty kind to you behind closed doors. She cared about you even if she never said it out loud. So about a month after you started hooking up, you were at her house and she handed you her Burn Book which was open to a blank page with only your picture on it. "I don't want Karen and Gretchen to get suspicious as to why you're not in it."

You could deal with the insults and the taunts, it never bothered you that much, so you wrote something that used to bother you 'Y/N L/N is a tranny dyke'.

The thing that did get to you was in 8th grade when you confessed to a girl, and she told everyone in your PE class that you watched girls change in the locker room. Everyone shunned you after that, but you grew thick skin. In freshman year you found your place amongst the loners and the nerds. You were content with it.

"Are you sure you want that in there?" Regina asked, what you wrote about yourself was harsh.

You nodded "Regina, I'm out of the closet already. It's a secret everybody already knows" You closed the book and handed it back to Regina and she tucked it away. "If I walk like a duck, swim like a duck, and quack like a duck, I'm probably a duck" She laughed at your joke, and you corrected yourself smiling "I mean dyke"

"You're so stupid" Regina replied, but it wasn't mean or full of scorn, she just shoved your shoulder. She changed your name to "Duck" in her contacts.

A week later you found out what your contact name was, you laughed at her a little and she got defensive "I'll change it then" and you quickly stopped laughing and took her phone.

"No no, keep it, please Regina it's cute" You yanked her phone out of her hand and tried to keep it away from her. You laughed again and ran around her room holding her phone, but she cornered you, pushing your chest, then your back hit the wall. You were breathless from running and grinned, though her face was stern. "I'm sorry, Gina. Please keep it, it's fine really"

The look on her face made you lose your confidence and you backed down, and handed her phone back, "Thanks loser" She tucked it back in her pocket, and she had a smug smile. "You're lucky I'm in a forgiving mood today" and tilted your chin up and kissed your lips.

After that day, it became one of your inside jokes, and "Duck" became one of your nicknames.

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That summer she invited you over to swim at her pool for the first time. "Hey loser, hurry up" she opened the door and led you to her pool.

You brought your only swim trunks and taped your breasts back to go swimming. She was in a tight bikini and she slipped in the pool, you took your shirt off, and she was staring at your body.

You weren't sporty, but you went to the gym, it's not like you had rock-hard abs, but you were toned and Regina hadn't seen you like that in the sunlight before, you beamed as you basked in the warm sun.

"Hey Duck, get in here" she beckoned you, you seized an opportunity to make a joke.

You bent your knees and flapped your arms a little walking back and forth at the edge of the pool "Quack quack" You giggled out. Regina cracked out a smile that evolved into laughter, her laugh warmed you more than the sunlight.

When you slipped into the pool, she was still laughing at you. "You're such a dumbass"

She splashed water at you when you tried to come and hug her in the pool. "Hey!" you yelped as the water got in your face and you splashed back.

After you just relaxed in the pool, you floated on your back, eyes closed, and sun-kissed skin. You didn't notice how Regina looked at you, but you heard water swish as she walked toward your floating body. You cracked an eye open, the sun was behind her making her look ethereal. Regina's blonde hair glowed, she looked like an angel, not the bitchy Queen Bee at school.

"Hey," you tried opening your eyes but just squinted.

She leaned down and said "Hey" back in her sweet voice and kissed you gently.

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The summer pushed you closer together, of course, she had her fair share of parties she went to with the Plastics. You were there at parties too, but you both only shot each other glances. The days she hung out with the Plastics, you missed her company.

You got your license over the summer and when you got the message that she was back home, you hopped in your Mini Cooper and drove to her house and picked her up. Though she usually drove you around in her Jeep.

"Where we heading today?" you asked as she hopped in the car

She ignored your question and her attention was on your music "Earth, Wind & Fire's 'September'? Really?" she criticized your music taste.

She buckled in and you said, "What's wrong with my music taste Regina?"

"God you really are a loser" she insulted, you could tell she was in a mood today. You were a little hurt but tried not to take it personally. "7-11 can you grab me a Diet Coke?" you nodded and started driving.

You skipped to the next song and what played was Bee Gee's "More Than A Woman" You smiled and sang along to it. Hoping Regina would get the hint you were singing it to her.

"Suddenly you're in my life, A part of everything I do. You got me workin' day and night. Just tryin' to keep a hold on you..." Your fingers tapped against the steering wheel and you moved your shoulders to the beat of the song.

She just groaned and pressed her temples, you thought she really hated it but from the corner of your eye, you saw a corner of her lip lift slightly. After seeing that you sang your heart out a little more at a red light you turned to her momentarily "More than a woman. More than a woman to me" and grinned wide.

"Hey! Keep your eyes on the road!" she pushed your head to look back at the road.

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At school when Junior year started, Regina and you acted like you two were nothing, you both devised a facade as to why you interacted at all. It was a half-truth, everyone at school thought Regina paid y/n to do their math homework. But you only did that sometimes, and usually just helped her.

Today when you met at her house she was upset about something. "Regina, what's wrong?" you asked worriedly.

"Nothing, stay out of it" she snapped at you and she stomped up the stairs to her room.

You followed her "Regina come on," she turned on her heel and looked at you angrily and lashed out.

"Why are you even here? You're not dating me, stop acting like it" She yelled at you.

You paused and your heart faltered "Regina..." you said quietly. She turned back around and she slammed her bedroom door. Regina crawled in the sheets and just went to sleep. You didn't follow her in. But you walked downstairs to her kitchen and opened her fridge.

When Regina woke up she smelled some kind of pastry downstairs and light music. She opened her door and crept down the stairs, as she approached the kitchen, she heard your humming.

The next song started to play, your back was turned and you were using her mom's apron and mittens, pulling out a batch of brownies from the oven. When you sang alone, you were cheesier and poured your heart into each song, then you placed the brownies onto a cooling rack on the island counter and pretended to hold a mic.

"Still like that old-time rock and roll. That kind of music just soothes the soul" You closed your eyes and turned around still pretending to hold a microphone "I reminisce about the days of old, with that old-time rock and roll" Regina just smiled stifling laughter.

But when you started playing air guitar, at the part with no lyrics. You heard her giggle and your eyes shot open, face reddening "Regina! You're up!" she just laughed at your incredible dorkiness and walked up to you, this was the highlight of her day.

You brushed off your embarrassment from getting caught when you saw how happy it made her. And you walked closer to her and continued to mouth the song and dance around her. Still wearing her mom's frilly apron. You took her hand and spun her around and she still laughed at your silliness.

You stopped and walked back to the counter where she followed, "Brownies?" you smiled.

"Yeah, sure" She sat down at the table and you cut two pieces out.

When you handed her a plate, she looked up at you and spoke softly "Sorry about earlier..."

You smiled softly and took her hand as you sat next to her "Its okay, don't worry about it" You let go of her hand and then asked, "You feeling better now?"

"Yeah, thanks duck" She leaned towards you and kissed your lips. "You're so fucking corny" Regina pulled away.

You smirked "You secretly love it"

"I do" She responded, you almost choked on your own spit at her admission. She reveled in your panic and took a bite of the brownie you made her.

Only you could make her smile like this, and laugh like this, you knew that, and you had your silent victory.

Part 2 of Cheering Her Up (A Party)

#regina george x reader #fluff #renee rapp #regina george #mean girls #renee rapp x reader

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jenscx · 6 months

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BET ON IT — ahn yujin x f!reader

stereotypical jock ahn yujin is given a bet by her friends; take you, one of the smartest students in school, on a date. too bad you’re aware of the bet.

TAGS — literally all fluff, jock!yujin, yuj gets rejected a lot, popular x kinda nerd trope, ice hockey players r so fine, cursing

WORDCOUNT — 4.3k

when you first stepped into your new class, the tall brunette girl sitting at the back had caught your eye. she was wearing a varsity jacket and on her face adorned a boyish grin.

your cheeks had heated up when she sent a glance your way, and that’s when you realised, you had just found your newest object of infatuation. ahn yujin was just another hallway crush, blending into the crowd of high schoolers and standing out when she passed by your locker. she was eye candy for you and whenever you would see her, your day got significantly better.

once you were more settled in the school, you found out that yujin was unobtainable. way out of your league. a typical jock with a scholarship to an ivy league school. one that cared for neither studies nor academics. her only passion? playing ice hockey and with people’s hearts.

you had realised the latter when passing by a toilet cubicle. the sobs inside were too emotional and excruciating to ignore. despite your best efforts, your fist ended up knocking on the door and you had asked, “are you okay in there?”

inside of the cubicle was a girl, sobbing her eyes out. apparently, ahn yujin had promised to take her out on a date and even invited her back to her house but ended up ditching her. you had frowned, you could never have imagined the puppy-like girl you saw on the first day doing such a thing.

your infatuation for her slowly disappeared as you heard more and more stories of the atrocious things she would do to people. stomping on flowers, laughing at confessions and spreading rumours about people. ahn yujin was an asshole and a jerk. unfortunately she was an attractive one.

“y/n,” jiwon whispers, “is the answer x equals to negative five?”

you look up from your worksheet, for which you had doodled ahn yujin’s familiar smirk and quickly covered it.

“no. my answer is positive five. i think you made a mistake in the quadratic formula,” you explain, taking a peek at jiwon’s working. jiwon frowns and a shadow appears next to your desk.

the shadow actually startles you slightly. since the end of year examinations were nearing, lessons meant for teaching content were swapped to self-study sessions. normally, not a single person would move around, in fear of jeopardising their grades to fool around with friends.

thus, you were extremely confused as to why ahn yujin stood next to your table, eyes crinkling in a smile.

“hi,” she says, “i wanted to ask, how did you get a positive five for your answer?”

you can only stare at her in shock. due to her scholarship being on the line, you had thought yujin would have the top students tutoring her, as she had to keep an average of 70% for every semester.

so why was she talking to you now? wasn’t jang wonyoung a better option to ask?

“uhm, i think you forgot to…” you stare at her worksheet, “times 2 to the denominator.”

yujin’s eyes widen and you can’t lie that it’s adorable. jiwon shifts next to you nervously and you place a hand over hers, comforting her nerves.

“thanks! i owe you one!”

“oh… there’s no need…”

before you can even complete your sentence, she bounces back to her seat and smiles brightly at you. a quick whip of your head faces you with jiwon.

“did ahn yujin just talk to you?” she mumbles.

you rub the back of your neck, “i guess she did.”

for the first time in three years, you felt your feelings of infatuation resurface. ahn yujin, the girl at the top of your school’s social pyramid, just talked to you? and looked adorable while doing it?

and what does she mean by ‘she owes you’?

you just hoped it wouldn’t interfere with your studies. yujin was an enigma, one that would need countless hours of observation and detailed assessments to figure out her true colours. was her playboy act all a facade? or was this nice and cute classmate that you had actually just another one of her acting personalities to get what she wanted?

there were so many questions in your head that you didn’t even notice the bell ringing.

jiwon pulls you up and links your arms together, flashing a smile which snaps you out of your daydream.

“let’s go meet rei,” she says. you nod in agreement and let yourself be pulled all the way to the cafeteria. only at the table, you realise that you had left your phone back in the classroom.

rei had soon joined the table and you stood up abruptly.

“i left my phone in class, i’ll be back soon!” you inform your friends who wave you off. a quick few steps and you had arrived back at the classroom. notably, it was empty as students had all crammed to the cafeteria for a quick break before going back into revision.

except for the trio that sat at the back.

you raise your eyebrows and instantly recognise the smirk and brown hair of ahn yujin. she had kim gaeul and jang wonyoung sitting beside her, both of which had questioning looks on their face.

without much thought, you were planning to just walk in and take your phone swiftly. yet, the mutter of your name had made you pause in your steps.

“what was that with y/n during class?” wonyoung asks, head tilting in curiosity.

“what was what?”

gaeul scoffs, “you definitely knew how to do that question.”

“hm, did i? didn’t i look more like a stupid jock just needing assistance from one of the top scorers?” yujin laughs.

“you literally have me, the actual top scorer. y/n isn’t so stupid to buy your whole act. she’s actually a challenge,” wonyoung says. despite them discussing your intelligence in the open, you felt pride simmer at wonyoung thinking you were too smart to fall for yujin’s tricks.

“watch me.”

“okay… if she agrees on a date by the end of this month,” gaeul picks at her fingernails, “lunch is on me for the rest of the year.”

yujin chuckles, “it’ll be too easy.”

“and don’t fall for her,” wonyoung adds.

“still easy. this will be the easiest bet of my life.”

you hear the chair scraping against the floor afterwards. still debating on whether to retrieve your phone, you decide to ponder on what the bet entailed for you.

so one, yujin was definitely still a jerk. two, you would have to agree to a date by the end of the month for her to win. and three, she had no idea that you knew of this secret agreement.

huh.

you smile, finally having the upper hand over yujin for once. maybe this bet would teach yujin a lesson and help you live out your young fantasies.

“y/n!” you almost instinctively start to walk faster at the sound of yujin’s voice. all eyes turned to look at you and jiwon’s grip on your wrist tightened.

“good morning,” you nod. in one hand, a chocolate milk carton and in the other, a chemistry textbook.

yujin smiles sheepishly at you, “i was wondering… were you free this afternoon to tutor me in chemistry? i heard you were the top student of our year—”

“i’m not. wonyoung is,” you reply firmly. yujin falters for a second before bouncing back, “she isn’t free today since she has student council duties. i already tried asking her!”

if you didn’t know about the bet, you genuinely would have believed her convincing act.

“ah, well, i’m not free today.”

“oh? why?”

you gesture to jiwon, “going on a date!”

at that point, you hadn’t realised the impact of your words. those four words changed the trajectory of your life.

“d-date?!” yujin gapes.

you thought she looked like a fish. meanwhile, jiwon was desperately trying to drag you away from the crowd that was forming to witness ahn yujin being rejected.

“yup. so i can’t help you,” you say and wave goodbye to yujin, who stays rooted to the ground, almost jaw-dropped. truly, this was amusing. her reaction was terribly funny, considering that she had never once in her life been rejected before. and for you to be the one to do so? amazing.

yet, jiwon didn’t find it funny and began cursing you for ruining her school year. once word got out that her best friend was the one who rejected yujin, she would not be able to live a peaceful life.

this cycle of rejection only continued despite jiwon’s attempts to hide you from yujin. the requests ranged from, “can you help me with calculus?” to, “there was a new tteokbokki store that opened near school, wanna go together?”

you soon realised that yujin was determined to win this bet. with the countless amount of sweet post-it notes taped to chocolate milk cartons that appeared on your desk every morning… how could you not?

yujin had willpower, you acknowledged that fact. it was just a shame that you had overheard the conversation. maybe she would have actually won the bet by now.

while you were gloating about yujin’s loss, the jock was almost heartbroken with the number of futile attempts.

“she just isn’t falling for it!” yujin exclaims.

wonyoung raises an eyebrow, “i told you she isn’t that stupid. and your methods are so lame.”

“i thought they were cute,” yujin sniffles, pouting. the mere thought of her not being able to persuade a girl was devastating. this would mess up her reputation! she wasn’t the one who chased others!

“you’re not winning this bet,” gaeul states, snickering at yujin’s misfortune.

yujin, despite their claims, was still persistent in trying to get a date. it didn’t matter what she needed to do, she would do it. anything to win this bet.

she couldn’t lose her hard-built reputation as a heartbreaker. that was crazy. if she had to get down on her knees to beg…

well yujin might just consider it.

unbeknownst to the things yujin would do for a date with you, you walk with jiwon peacefully, almost reaching the front gate when your best friend halts.

“ah,” jiwon says out of the blue, “I can’t go home with you today. i need to show the new exchange students around school.” you frown but nodded anyway.

“i’ll see you tomorrow then?” you ask. jiwon sends a smile and quickly walks back to the school doors. you sigh, taking out your airpods when a tap on your shoulder spins you around.

ahn yujin again.

“hi,” she flashes a grin, “mind if i walk with you?”

“don’t you normally go that way?” you point in the opposite direction. yujin turns her head and laughs, “so you’ve been observing me?”

you think for a moment. “no, but your fanclub is waiting there for you.”

like you said, a group of girls and boys alike were standing at the other gate, eyes darting around for yujin. she tilts her head, reminiscent of your puppy back at home, and says, “i’m walking this way so i don’t get bombarded by them.”

“fair enough,” you take out your airpods again and try to drown out yujin’s attempts at conversation.

“hey!” she continuously taps you on the shoulder. you ignore her.

“don’t ignore me!” you do that.

“y/n-ssi..!”

ugh. you think. who the hell said that yujin was like a puppy? (you.) she was more like a parrot that couldn’t shut up.

“yujin-ssi,” you huff, “keep quiet.”

said girl just turns to you with a pout. eyes glistening with hope when you falter ever so slightly. with a sigh, you take out your airpods and raise an eyebrow.

“okay, i won’t ignore you anymore.”

“great! i was wondering,” yujin pauses, a hint of hesitation in her voice that you’ve never heard before, “do you wanna grab lunch together? wonyoung heard from jiwon that you liked the cafe nearby, i’ll pay.”

your voice wavers, “uh, sure.” no one could blame you; your favourite cafe paired with a free meal? anyone would have accepted (regardless of the puppy-like girl who shrieked in excitement).

“great!” yujin discreetly grabs your wrist, pulling you to walk faster. slightly taken aback, you willingly let yourself be pulled away.

on the way there, the typically chirpy yujin doesn’t say a word and instead keeps quiet. it’s only until you both find a seat in the cafe that she speaks up.

“y/n-ssi, do you hate me or something?” you watch as the jock twirls the fork in her hand, eyes gleaming with curiosity. perhaps she’s never experienced being rejected before.

“you’re just too much for me.”

“oh? what do you mean by that?”

you choose your next words wisely, “it’s a bit strange to have someone popular talk to someone so mediocre.”

yujin’s head snaps up, fury in her eyes. you think she’s about to storm out, offended by your words. yet, she grasps your hands into hers, passionately saying, “how could you be mediocre?! y/n-ssi, you’re like the most intelligent person in our grade, and you’re super nice and helpful too!”

you feel relieved. her outburst was just defending you. giggles escape your lips as you reply back, “nice and helpful? after rejecting you so often?”

the sight of yujin’s cheeks being flushed makes you marvel. it’s a rare sight to see the jock so flustered. she’s usually so composed and witty.

“ah… i was a bit insistent and annoying, i understand why y/n-ssi avoided me…” yujin mumbles shyly, letting your hands drop onto the table. your hands feel cold without yujin’s warmth but you quickly diminish that thought.

stop it, yujin is just playing with you.

you straighten up naturally, catching yourself before replying with anything flirty. you had to remember that yujin’s primary reason for talking to you was because of the bet.

unfortunately for you, yujin notices your change in demeanour.

“are you okay?”

“yeah,” you eye her carefully, “i’m just hungry.”

yujin sends you a toothy grin and starts another conversation. you end up talking about her puppy, azzo, her ice hockey training and your art portfolio before the food arrives. you realise even though ahn yujin was a stereotypical jock, she was probably smarter than most.

“y/n-ssi, can i call you unnie?”

you raise your eyebrow, “how do you know my birthday?”

yujin looks startled. frazzled, she quickly replies, “i just asked wonyoung… she’s close friends with jiwon…!”

“doing background checks on me?” you say, stuffing your mouth with the red velvet cake in front of you.

“no… maybe, yes? i was just curious!”

“you just want to talk informally, don’t you, yujin?”

the jock bows her head down, you hate how you find it cute.

“yeah… you caught me.”

you smile, “okay, you can call me unnie.”

it’s like yujin just won the lottery with the way she’s grinning. you would tease her even more but it’s better not to get attached to her.

after this month, she wouldn’t even bat an eye at you.

soon, you finish up your cake and yujin does too. when paying, you sense yujin’s impatience and chalk it off to being her realising that you wouldn’t wield so easily. shrugging it off, you try your best to make a quick exit before yujin drags you to somewhere else again.

after paying, you swiftly leave the cafe, only to be caught in yujin’s grasp again.

“unnie, can we exchange contact info?” her eyes are shining now. you hesitantly nod and hand her your phone.

yujin 🐶 [4.38pm]:

yn unnie! ^^

“there! i sent you a message,” yujin exclaims, “where’s your house? i’ll walk you home!”

“huh?! no… yujin, you should go home, i can walk by myself…”

the puppy-like girl only pouts. you’re mostly helpless to her, unable to really say no to a face like hers.

“unnie, i need to know if you reached home safely! bad guys would obviously kidnap a girl as pretty as you!” yujin scoffs. you try to hide your blush as you finally nod again.

yujin brightens up and takes your hand into hers, “let’s go!”

you feel bad for the younger girl; she was usually the one who played with other people’s feelings and now, she didn’t even realise that she’s the one getting played with. you wonder if yujin has ever seen the aftermath of her entertainment. would she be shocked that she caused someone so much pain? or would she just laugh?

the closer you got to your doorstep, the more you didn’t want to leave yujin. fuck, you think, that’s a bad sign.

how did yujin manage to attract you in only a day?

what the hell type of sorcery was she using?

“thank you for walking me home,” you bow, “send me a text when you get home too.” yujin nods but she stares at you expectantly. maybe she wanted you to invite her into your house?

that wasn’t going to happen though.

“uhm,” you mumble unintelligently. not even giving it a second thought, you quickly plant a kiss on yujin’s cheek and run into your house, slamming the door behind you.

what the fuck! you and yujin both think, your hand covering your mouth, shocked that you even did that. meanwhile, yujin traces the outline of your lips on her cheek with her fingertips, her face resembling a tomato the longer she stands outside your door.

yujin 🐶 [5.02pm]:

unnie…? ㅠㅠ

yn unnie 🤍 [5.03pm]:

IM SINSORYR

I DID IT WITHOUT THINKJNG

yujin 🐶 [5.03pm]:

ure too mean…

kissing me then slamming the door

yn unnie 🤍 [5.03pm]:

im sorry yuj

yujin 🐶 [5.04pm]:

ur lips r so soft tho?

do u use the laniege lip mask? ㅋㅋ

yn unnie 🤍 [5.04pm]:

what are u saying…

go home…

yujin 🐶 [5.04pm]:

yes ma’am!

(￣^￣)ゞ

ah fuck, you flop onto the couch, cheeks aflame, ahn yujin, i think you’re winning that bet.

it’s an early morning, gaeul hums happily, bathing in the sunlight. sometimes she’s glad that she has the window seat, when the sun rises and sets, she gets to watch it all. other times she’s not so grateful. like when it rains heavily and the raindrops splash at her.

life is great—

“yah, kim gaeul.”

the girl opens her eyes, facing an irritating sight; an ashamed ahn yujin. she only looked like that when her suitors yell at her, or when her mother nags her for her grades.

having known yujin for years, it was probably the former.

“which girl was it now?” gaeul huffs.

“y/n unnie.”

gaeul almost falls off her chair, did yujin win the bet? already worrying about her pocket money for the year, gaeul ignores everything yujin says, not until she hears, “i want to call the bet off.”

“what?!” she shrieks, “she didn’t agree to a date?”

yujin shakes her head, deflated but not for the reasons you’d imagine.

“i didn’t ask her on one,” she explains, “because… it didn’t feel right to do something so reckless.”

gaeul widens her eyes, naturally gesturing for yujin to continue. how could something like asking a girl on a date scare yujin? it was second nature to her at this point!

“asking y/n unnie on a date…” yujin’s gaze feels dreamy now and gaeul thinks she’s staring at a different person, “ah… it feels wrong to do it now..?”

“why? you wanted to win the bet though?”

yujin’s gaze hardens, “the bet isn’t as important as her.”

“y-yujin?! you’re saying that…”

“gaeul unnie, i like y/n.”

there’s no need to further explain. ahn yujin, the typical high school jock, falling for a girl that she only talked to for her own entertainment. how did she even manage to fall for you? yujin doesn’t know it herself. maybe it was after that day at the cafe, when you actually showed interest in her life. maybe it was the many online conversations you had with her, talking about mundane things. maybe it was the first day you locked eyes, yujin subconsciously always kept an eye on you afterwards.

or maybe it was all of that combined.

you tap your feet nervously on the bench. after you had kissed yujin’s cheek, she always brought it up, genuinely asking why your lips were so soft or even boldly declaring that she wanted another. maybe because it was rare for you to be so affectionate. even with jiwon and rei, skinship wasn’t so common. honestly, you weren’t sure what you were even doing with yujin. after many midnight conversations, you would consider you two friends. or perhaps even close friends.

yujin had forced you to wait for her to finish practice so she could walk you home. it was almost a routine at that point. there was some speculation of you two dating and you could imagine how happy that made yujin feel. yet mysteriously, yujin hadn’t made any super flirtatious advancements on you. the month was ending soon and the bet would end in her loss. so why wasn’t she doing anything? (not that you wanted her to do anything).

“y/n,” you turn your head. why on earth was kim gaeul and jang wonyoung staring at you from behind?

“yes…?”

the two girls glance at each other and rush up to you. you were currently standing outside yujin’s ice rink, watching her play hockey with her teammates. sometimes while playing a game, she would score and send you a wink. even through the helmet, you could see her mouth, ‘this is for you!’ it was embarrassing and cheesy but you still ended up flustered, covering your red face with your hair.

“we have something we need to tell you,” wonyoung starts off.

gaeul nods earnestly, “we’re very sorry but…”

you realise where this is going.

“ah, is this about the bet you guys and yujin made about me?”

wonyoung and gaeul both have their mouths agape, eyebrows furrowed. you almost laugh at their reaction.

“h-how did you know?!”

“i overheard you guys that day, i was going to get my phone but then i heard my name. sorry for eavesdropping.”

“no! we should be sorry for making that bet! but, if you already knew about it, why are you still hanging out with yujin?” wonyoung asks.

you chuckle, “i just wanted to see what she was planning to do. it was plain curiosity.”

“ah! but yujin likes you!” gaeul blurts out.

huh…?

“what?!”

“yeah! she told me a few days ago, that’s why she called the bet off,” the girl says. wonyoung groans, muttering about how gaeul shouldn’t have revealed that.

you absentmindedly say, “i like her too…”

the subject of your conversation immediately butts in, “you like who?”

you instantly clamp your mouth shut, heartbeat in your ears as you turn to face yujin. luckily you weren’t so out of it yet, if you were, you wouldn’t be able to control blurting out how handsome yujin looked in her gear. even brushing the ice off her jersey looked attractive to you.

“gaeul unnie, isn’t it time for us to leave?” wonyoung briskly drags gaeul out of the ice rink, leaving just you and yujin inside.

“aren’t you going to change?” you ask, facing a different direction from the jock before she manages to fluster you.

“i saw my two idiot friends talking to you, so i came here first,” she says, plopping down on the bench too.

“what were you guys even talking about?”

“oh… we were, uhm,” you stare at your lap, on top, your fingers playing with each other.

yujin senses you hesitate and places a hand on top of yours, holding it tightly.

“talking about… the bet you made about me,” you gulp, anticipating a huge, overblown reaction. you close your eyes but you don’t hear anything from yujin.

the silence begins to become worrying and you open your eyes, only to see yujin barely breathing, her eyes blown open and a pale face.

“unnie, i’m so sorr—”

“i’m not mad!” you quickly say, “i sort of had a crush on you on the first day of school, so having you interested in me, regardless of the bet, i mean, it made me feel good.”

“you had a crush on me?” yujin questions.

“yeah? like a hallway crush.”

“you’re seriously not mad about the bet?”

you shrug, “i was at first. but then your friends told me something.”

the girl’s body becomes stiff, more stiff than when you told her about your knowledge of the bet.

“they told me you like me, that’s what we were talking about before you came over,” you turn to her, “yujin-ah, is it true?”

yujin nods shyly.

“they’re so annoying… i wanted to have this cool confession but, ugh, unnie, i really wasn’t expecting myself to like you. is it crazy to say i’m happy that i made that bet? because it let me become closer to you?”

“yujin, before i accept your confession…” her eyes light up again, “can you tell me why you treated all those girls like that?”

“you mean…”

“you played with their hearts, how can i be sure that you won’t play with mine?” you ask.

yujin sighs, “honestly, i don’t know either but unnie, i need you to trust me that i like you a lot. i like you so much that i don’t know how to live through a day without thinking about you. everytime i experience something, i want to share it with you. please let me show my love for you.”

love… you smile, gently removing yujin’s helmet.

“you’re already thinking about love?”

yujin’s hair is unkempt, her bangs are swept messily, blocking her eyes slightly. yet, you can still see the whole galaxy in her eyes.

reaching out for her jaw, you pull her closer.

“ahn yujin, if you ever play with me, you’re dead.”

your lips are almost touching and you can feel her breath. almost panting already, yujin breathes out.

“there’s no point living if you’re not by my side.��

#ive #ive x reader #ahn yujin x reader #yujin x reader #ive yujin

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ineffable-suffering · 7 months

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INEFFABLE META MASTERPOST

Because I'm slowly losing count and need to organize. So, here's all my self-written metas or ones that I reblogged with my own added theories and commentary! In rainbow colours, naturally.

1 – Aziraphale, I love you. But you lied. And here's why. My most lengthy and proudest meta about the Final Fifteen and why I think Aziraphale lied on purpose. (Also: The absolute darling @esthermitchell-author bravely fought their way through it and wrote up some more interesting points and different takes on what I came up with. If you want to go down a S2 rabbit hole with us, go read it here.)

2 – Why Aziraphale is an unreliable narrator (links below) A three-part meta in which I try to analyse and explain that all of the minisodes in Season 2 are not objective narrations but actually Aziraphale's memories.

Part 1: The Story of Job

Part 2: The Story of wee Morag

Part 3: The Story of the Magic Show in 1941

3 – The Jane Austen Ball and why it was never about Nina and Maggie A meta in which I go into unnecessarily great detail about how the Whickber Street Meeting Cotillion Ball was meant to be Aziraphale's confession to Crowley.

4 – Crowley & Aziraphale were never free (reblog) A reblog of @baggvinshield's post in which I explain why miscommunication is the single biggest ineffable enemy in Season 2.

5 – In Defense of Aziraphale (double reblog) A double try at explaining why I think Aziraphale's POV in the Final Fifteen is just as horrible as Crowley's and why I don't think him "choosing" to go back to Heaven was the only point of his character journey.

6 – The Art of Miscommunication: Ineffable Edition A meta in which i once again explain why miscommunication is the single biggest ineffable enemy in Season 2.

7– Season 2 Bookshop Shot Meta A meta where I briefly loose my mind because of a single bookshop frame in Season 2.

8 – What if it wasn't Aziraphale and Crowley who performed the 25 Lazarii miracle? A mini-meta in which I propose the theory that Jimbriel helped with the miracle to hide himself away from Heaven & Hell.

9 – Things in Good Omens Season 2 I still find weird (reblog) A reblog of @ok-sims and many other great OPs' thoughts on the weird loose strings in Season 2 and what unanswered questions I still have myself.

10 – The Deleted Bookshop Scene (reblog) A reblog of @skirtdyke's video and @i-only-ever-asked-questions' smart thoughts on it, with my own overly-excited 'what that could have meant for the "It's too late" line'-theroy.

11 – The Bentley Handle Easter Egg A meta I can proudly say has been liked by none other than Mr. Neil Gaiman himself about Crowley's Bentley handle that might have existed before the Bentley ever did.

12 – The F*cking Eccles Cakes A meta where I briefly loose my mind because of a pastry. (Addendum: People said very smart things in the comments of the post!)

14 – Re: "You go too fast for me, Crowley" A meta in which I make myself sad by connecting that infamous line to Aziraphale assuming Crowley wanted the Holy Water as a suicide pill.

13 – Trauma-Dumping on your plants: The Anthony J. Crowley Chronicles A meta on why Crowley treats his plants the way that he does.

14 – Demonic Mental Health Awareness Post In which I talk about why I want to get Crowley a therapy voucher.

15 – The Curious Incident of The Flaming Sword in Good Omens A meta on why the Flaming Sword has no deeper meaning. Or does it? (Updated: here's a reblog from @queerfables who did a wonderfully exellent job at calmly explaining all the swordy questions I was yelling about! Consider this meta solved.)

16 – Ceci n'est pas une plume A meta in which I'm a bit of a nerd for language and also explain why learning French and magic the human way says so much about Aziraphale as a character.

17 – The meaning of "I forgive you" A meta in which I explain what both "I forgive you"s mean and why Aziraphale will always fight for what is right until he wins. Also, the lovely @sharksbeerr translated it to Chinese on Weibo!

18 – Memory, or the lack thereof, in Season 2 A little reblog on how memory is a big and unresolved, leaky-bucket theme in Season 2.

Addendum:

The one non-spoiler-y ask I could come up with about S2 that was actually answered by Neil, yay!

Also, this wholesome little post I added to that Mr. Gaiman also reblogged. :‘)

*** This is a work in progress and will get updated every time I post a new meta! ***

#good omens #good omens season 2 #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #gos2 #go2 #good omens 2 #good omens meta #good omens s2 #my own meta #good omens season 1 #meta masterpost #ineffable-suffering

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ellieswifie · 7 months

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SEX, DRUGS, ETC.

kinktober week three, oct. 18

summary: you and ellie are “friends” that love getting high together… and fucking…

warnings: college!ellie x fem!reader, 18+mdni, smut, usage of drug/cigarettes', swearing, fluff, shotgunning (sharing a high with someone by blowing smoke into partners mouth), making out, thigh riding, pet names (baby, angel), fingering (r!receiving), love confession

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YOU AND ELLIE ARE JUST FRIENDS… well you guys are friendly but certainly not just friends. friends don’t get high together then start macking on each other til the other finally gives in. which is what you and ellie consider just friends.

however, walking into your bestfriends apartment, you had no intention of getting high tonight. you had a huge astronomy test the next morning and had plans to have ellie help you study for the night. but after long convincing on ellie’s half, you were now seating on her lap, thighs pressed against hers, while you smiled, cigarette in between your fingers.

"your turn." you say, wiggling your ass on her thighs. "tell me something interesting about you."

ellie's head remained tilted as she reached for the cigar. you kept your eyes on hers as she took a long hit, blowing the smoke into your face. her eyes danced across your face while you raised your eye brows.

"oh come on," you whined. "I just told you about my most embarrassing moment of my life. tell me something geeky about you." a small chuckle escaped your lips while you pressed your chest against ellie's.

you were clearly high.

your entire demeanor would change when you got high with ellie. you were flirty, silly, and always confessing cheeky habits that you had way before college. ellie loved this about you however. she loved seeing how fearless and careless you got when you were sitting on her lap, cigarette pressed against your lips.

"i don't have anything geeky about me." ellie clearly lied, pressing the lit cigar on your lips. you inhaled, before blowing away from her face.

"liar. you mentioned you like dinosaurs." you comment. "that's geeky. oh and your a science freak."

ellies eye brows pressed together looking at your glossy lips. "and here i thought you loved those things about me."

your nose scrunched, shaking your head. "i love your lips." you blushed, "your a great kisser for a complete nerd." ellie gasped, nearly chocking on the smoke. a smile covered your face as you scooted closer on her thigh. you couldn't stop smiling at ellie's offended look.

your lips pouted tilting your head closer to her lips. "aw." you teased, giving her puppy dog eyes. "i'm kidding. your a crazy good kisser."

and click. it was like ellie's cocky personality was back. her posture stood straighter, while you moved a hand behind her neck.

"crazy good?" she whispered, lips nearly pressing yours.

you nodded, tugging your bottom up with your top teeth. your eyes met ellies before you released your lip, staring at her lips. "but i think i need a little refresher."

"oh yeah?" ellie teased, tugging at your hip, cigar still in her hand. the lit side was tilted away , careful not to burn your exposed skin creeping from your tank top. your hand behind her neck, tugged on her hair in a innocent way, earning a quiet yelp.

but before ellie can say something cocky, you pull her neck and crush your lips on hers quickly. the kiss isn't soft or slow and elegant. its fast and desperate. ellie's free hand is creeping up into your top as she tugs at your bottom lip, causing you to whimper at her fast movements.

her cold fingers glazing up and down your sides are freezing at first, before you find your self longing for her soft touch. you want more of her. you need more of her.

"ellie..." you whine in between long kisses, breathing heavily. her lips tear from yours to face your wet puffy lips. a huge smirk creeps up her face as you start tearing off your shirt. ellie takes another long hit of the cigarette while you climb off her thigh to tear out your jeans, keeping on your lacy white underwear.

you climb back onto her, in only your underwear. ellies eyes remain wide while she blows the smoke away from your face. your cheeks are a peachy color while you place your hands on her shoulders, holding yourself up.

"your literally perfect." ellie breathes, pressing the cigarette to your lips. you smile, trying to hide your embarrassment while taking the cigarette out of her fingers, to inhale at your own cause.

ellie leans towards your left tit, sucking softly, as you feel the heat between your thighs grow hotter by the second. ellie's thigh rubs against you slightly, causing a moan to escape your lips and your head falls forward.

"that feels so good els..." you bite back moans, resting your head aginst her head, her lips hard at work against your aching breasts. she makes a popping sound with your right tit, bringing her head to meet up with hers.

your send her an innocent smile before ellie attacks your lips some more. the cigar in your hand feels heavy when you pull back to place it on ellie’s parted lips.

"i want to try something…" you mutter, sitting straighter on ellie’s thigh. you roll your shoulders backwards when you plot your bare hands against ellie’s clothed chest. her eye brows raise when she notices you’ve started rocking your hips against her thigh, riding it.

"what do you want to try, baby?" she mutters, tugging your bottom lip with her teeth, before you swat her away, giggling at her.

you remove the cigarette, kissing her puffy lips, before placing your free hand on her chin. you run your nails along her side profile, before you grab her chin softly, moving it closer to your mouth.

ellie just sits there and obeys. she watches the way your eyes sparks at how in control you are in this moment, regardless of the fact your the one bare.

you take a long burning hit of the cigarette, causing your eyes to water softly. ellie expects you to blow in her face, but you turn your head slightly, avoiding her lips.

so fucking hot.

ellie chuckles, letting her hand creep along your exposed skin. her hand teases the lacy underwear covering how drenched your pussy is. you smile at ellie when you notice her eyes grow heavy at how beautiful you look.

"can you catch the smoke in your mouth, els?" you whisper in the most intimate voice ever. you expect ellie to respond and say something cheesy back, but her dry lips and dry mouth prevents her from saying anything.

you want to laugh and tease her, but you also feel so vulnerable in this moment. so you watch her head nod as you start rocking your hips on her thigh in a more painful ache.

with half-lidded eyes, you brought the cigarette back to your lips, holding eye contact with ellie. you inhaled the drug, holding it inside your chest, before tilting the girls head towards your mouth, pressing your lips against hers to breathe the burning vapor inside her lungs.

a soft moan escaped your lips as you watched her eyes rolled towards the back of her head. she licked her lips, before creeping her shaky fingers inside your throbbing cunt. you lifted yourself off ellie’s thigh, allowing more access for ellie to slip her middle finger inside you slowly.

a gasp escaped your lips as you felt her thumb press against your clit, causing ellie to groan. "you feel so good, angel."

you couldn’t control your moans at the pathetic state you were in. your back arched on ellie’s though, when she added a second finger to your wet cunt, making you squirm at the pain which quickly turns to pleasure.

your soft moans and whimpers only guided ellie to go faster. she watched your eye brows knit together and your mouth hung open as her fingers pumped in and out of you quickly against her thigh. "el- ellie… the feels sooo good. ohmygod."

ellie couldn’t keep her eyes off her. hearing your moans and the way her named slipped off your lips so easily could make her cum in her boxers. she loved the way your body started riding her fingers, head falling back.

but you, you were embarrassing how quickly ellie got you off. you felt your self clenching around her harder as the cigarette burned out in your hands. you cursed, placing your hand on ellie’s shoulders, as you felt the knot in your stomach tight.

"f…fuck ellie i’m close.." you moaned, while ellie’s free hand reached for your neck. she held you close, kissing your chapped lips, before pushing her fingers faster inside you, her thumb, rubbing hard circles.

"fuck don’t stop… els-"

you felt her fingers curl inside you before you crashed against her chest, knot snapping as ellie’s fingers were clothed in your cum. your breathing was heavy and weak when her fingers slide out your panties and press against your lips. you sucked on the taste of yourself on ellie’s fingers, watching her eyes grow wide and heavy.

"fuck baby i lo-" ellie had to stop herself from saying something she couldn’t understand. she cares a lot about you truly, but she doesn’t understand where your feelings stood.

were you just friends with her because she gave you crazy good orgasms or did you want more? ellie didn’t know how to ask or tell you.

she licked her lips as she pulled her fingers out your mouth, and wiped the dripping saliva on her tshirt. you smiled at her with red eyes as you kissed her cheeks softly, before leaning into her neck to give her hot sloppy kisses.

ellie giggled against you, tilting her head away in a playful manner. "you’re cute." you laugh, wanting her to strip out he clothes and have her on her back. but ellie’s head shook, causing you to frown.

"please your just high." she responds, turning you so she can take the cigar out your hands and place it on the ashtray that rested beside the bed. you groan, when your back meets the bed, ellie leaning over you, hair falling down the side of her face.

"your high too." you mutter, glossy eyes meeting hers. ellie stays quiet as her eyes glaze your body, avoiding eye contact. you couldn’t hide your giggle as ellie started kissing your cheeks as you did hers.

she leaned up from you, making your eye brows furrow, and you rise to your elbows. "what?" you whisper, while ellie’s eyes dance across yours.

"i think i’m in love with you." she confesses, making your eyes widen in shock. your cute giggles stop as your eyes met ellie’s. you know she was high and you were too, but ellie doesn’t just confess like that if she doesn’t mean it.

"oh," you say, watching ellie’s eyes fall at your response.

"i know your high and we are just friends-"

"i think i love you too." you admit. ellie’s eyes shoot back at you. you smile softly, feeling your body warm at her gaze. "well i know i do. i love you." you whisper, sitting up on your butt. "and i love getting high with you."

ellie smirks, pushing you back on the bed. "you can’t only love me when your high." she laughs, watching you squirm under her eyes. "it’s not fair."

"it’s not fair that i’m bare and your fully clothed." you replied, tugging at her shirt. ellie laughs, leaning up to tilt her head.

"then do something about it."

#gracie writes #ellieswifie #ellie williams #fem!reader #the last of us #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams fluff #college!ellie williams #ellie williams smut #fluff #ellieswifie kinktober 23’#kinktober #ellie williams tlou #tlou smut #shotgunning #ellie williams x y/n

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h-harleybaby · 1 year

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i saw that u did a cartman confesses out of horniness could u do one for kenny if comfortable

Ofccccc

It fits Kenny tbh

Btw this isn’t proof read at all I wrote it, read over it once and called it a day

HAS NSFW CONTENT

Kenny confessing out of horniness hcs

• Yeah, Kenny's a perv and he's pretty horny but he has to be EXTREMELY pent up to confess out of horniness

• Like he's always kinda horny ya know? It's nothing out of the ordinary

• Then you come along, and his sense of self respect is out of the window. It's dead, you killed it

• He absolutely believes you're the prettiest person he's ever seen, like his breath was taken away. He's probably joked about how you're this goddess

• And his friends are like, side eyeing him all concerned. They haven't even seen you so they're wondering what the hell he was going on about. Kyle straight up puts his hand to Kenny's forehead to see if he was ok because he really didn't seem like he was 💀

• He's a complete simp before y'all even start dating, and tbh he's probably tried making you jealous before. Jokes on him, it didn't really work

• Kenny doesn't really feel bad about jerking off to you, it's natural right?

• When he does confess to you he's pretty straight forward and kinda romantic, he doesn't want you to think the reason he's in for anything is because him being horny. No, he genuinely likes you and thinks you're super nice!

• He treats you really well, he might go a little fast but it's always up to you. He never wants to make you feel uncomfortable LIKE EVER

• Y'all work up to sex tbh, he doesn't go immediately to thigh fucking like Cartman does

• Tbh I like to think you're a smidge inexperienced, like you can get off by yourself but it feels awkward and kinda weird ya know? Kenny probably makes a joke about being inexperienced and you're like “wellllll 👉👈”

• Yeah anyway back to my point, he's definitely the one who kinda showed you everything you love. He knows you and exactly what you like

• He's super good at eating you out tho, it's his favorite thing to have you sit on his face. Bonus points if you're more on the plus sized side/plus sized. HEAR ME OUT, TALL ASS TWIG KENNY AND HIS PLUS SIZED GF???? SKINNY NERD AND HIS THICC GF <3333333

• Kenny loves eating you out, he likes being under you and having you ride his face. It's like, his favorite past time. He feels good when you do

• Yeah anyways it's starts off as fingering/handjobs and oral because he wants to ease you into everything

• Sex is fucking mind-blowing tho, he knows what he's doing (cough somewhat cough) and he always makes sure you're good with everything he does

• Bro goes multiple rounds and probably eats you out at the end because he has a problem

• You're probably like, on the verge of passing out because shit, that was g o o d

• And Kenny's just like "hey sweetheart I can run you a bath or get you food or something, you want anything?"

• I like to think he's really doting when he's doing aftercare because he cares about you a lot, also he wants to make sure he wasn't doing too much

I HAVE A F E E L I N G someones gonna ask for Kyle next and I'm already preparing myself/brainstorming for when someone does

#h harleybaby needs help #south park x reader #harley’s anons <33 #south park x reader headcanons #south park x y/n #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny x reader #kenny x reader smut #kenny mccormick x reader smut #kenny mccormick x y/n #harley’s requests!

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rabbitsrants · 3 months

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SHINRAN AND THE FIVE LOVE LANGUAGES

words of affirmation

verbal assurance in the form of compliments and (poetic) declarations

chapter 1

chapter 71

chapter 95

BE STILL MY HEART

chapter 143

i'm realizing that shinichi's primary love language is words of affirmation lol (after acts of service ofc, that's #1 for both ran and shinichi)

chapter 173

notice how shin's the only one to openly compliment her cake? lol i love him

chapter 258

OH STOP IT

chapter 260

chapter 409

context: shin can't speak because of his cold

THE FACT THAT HE EVEN PLANS TO SEND HER AN EMAIL LOL I CANT

chapter 428

THATS HIGH PRAISE COMING FROM SHINICHI

chapter 492

chapter 571

shinichi's biggest weakness: ran speaking his love language

chapter 653

btw i love how shin constantly gets teased by others for being such a poet lol:

chapter 752

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL LOVE CONFESSION OF THE CENTURY:

chapter 774

i love how he always goes out of his way to verbally express his appreciation for ran

chapter 863

chapter 924

AGAIN SONOKO MAKING FUN OF SHIN FOR BEING SO SMOOTH:

chapter 936

chapter 994

EVEN KOGORO KNOWS

kogoro may be self indulgent but he can be very observant lol

chapter 1005

shinichi thanking ran for the kyoto kiss:

my son's just so sweet yall 😭

chapter 1120

I'M HYPERVENTILATING

chapter 1121

ME TOO SONOKO, ME TOO!

BY THE WAY, shinichi's been fantasizing about declaring his love to ran since CHAPTER 1 YALL

i just love how shinichi's primary love language is words of affirmation and ran's is physical touch, because for most straight couples it's reversed! just goes to show how progressive shinran is and how well thought out their characters are!

shinichi's a detective and big nerd so naturally he's more eloquent than ran - she's a karate pro and jock, so it makes sense for her to be more physically expressive

there are so many layers and details to this beautiful ship, it never ceases to amaze me!

visit the shinran library for more

#shinran #shinichi kudo #ran mouri #dcmk #detective conan #case closed #ship analysis

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arysbruv · 3 months

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Runaway

You were a relatively newer student. You normally kept to yourself but you always dreamt of being friends with the main trio, especially with the infamous Suguru Geto. Yet, he always seemed to hate you, even when you openly showed you felt the opposite.

pairings: suguru geto x reader

warnings and whatnots : I was gonna end it here but i wanted some conflict hehe. So probably part 6 will be the end. Pride and prejudice mentions. Angst. I apologise in advance. Sorry for short chapter and late release have been busy 😔😔🙏🙏. Not proofread.

chapter 1 : are we still friends? chapter 2 : can we be friends? chapter 3 : sorry, not sorry chapter 4 : green looks good on you. chapter 5: [currently reading] chapter 6: burn.

You scanned the books on the shelf, you index finger nudging the edges.

The notifications on your phone going crazy, irritating you. You click your tongue as you look at the messages in the groupchat.

Gojo Hate Group ⁉️⁉️

Satoru 🧑🏻‍🦳: Me and shoko going out coz books r for nerds and ITS BORING

Shoko 🚬: Have fun lovebirds

Suguru 💔: wtf? Where are you both going?

Satoru 🧑🏻‍🦳: NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS SHOKO HURRY UP BEFORE HE CATCHES US

Satoru 🧑🏻‍🦳: OMG I CAN SEE SUGURU HE LOOKS PISSED

Satoru 🧑🏻‍🦳: SHOKO

Suguru 💔: Where the hell are you.

Shoko🚬: LMAO

You click your tongue, peering out the store window to see Satoru and Shoko leave the store in a hurry. Shoko gives you a sly smile, a small thumbs up while mouthing a small ‘you can do it.’

Note to self: kill Satoru and Shoko when you go back.

“They abandoned us.” A sudden voice says from behind you. You turn quickly, almost losing your balance on the smooth wooden floor.

A hand grabs your waist, stabilising you ensuring that you didn’t fall and make a mess on the floor.

Your eyes widen as you look at Suguru who was standing in front of you. He stared back, his eyebrows slightly lifted up in shock. Why was he shock? Your face heats up as his hand retracts.

A pang of sadness hits you as you felt his hand leave you, yet the way his fingers grazed your skin drove you mad. What was he doing?

“Yeah… they did.” You turn away from him, swallowing your saliva as you feel him come closer to you. This was insane. What was he doing? Didn’t he hate you? Was Shoko right?

“What are you buying?” He asks, looking at the book in your hand. He scoffs as he looks at it.

You eye him down hearing his scoff. “I’ll let you know Pride and Prejudice is an amazing book.”

“I know, I’ve read it.”

You look at him curiously as his eyes move from the book to you.

“You remind me of Elizabeth. Hot-headed and always thinks you’re right. Oh and your quips, you think your so smart huh?” Suguru says, hands in his pockets as he stares you down. What was he saying? Satoru told him to be nice and confess his ever so obvious ‘feelings’ for you but he didn’t understand. What feelings were Satoru talking about? The feeling of his stomach turning every time he saw you? How he craved to be near you, to see what you were doing. To see you walk around in your own world?

“Oh? You remind me of Darcy, prideful, tact and socially inept.” You say, finger pressing on his chest.

He laughs.

“You wish I was the Darcy to your Elizabeth.” I wish it too.

You huff, crossing your arms. It drove him crazy how you looked. Your clothes matching his. He stares at you, observing the way your hair parted and how your lips were sewed tightly into a frown. It was cute.

To the untrained eye, you would’ve looked like a couple in a small argument. In your eyes, you wished he was your boyfriend and having a small argument. Yet, you knew it was probably never happening.

“Whatever…” You blow him off, trudging off to the counter to pay for your book, Suguru following closely behind you.

“Just this please.” You say to the lady at the counter, old in age. She smiles at you, her wrinkles becoming more prominent. She takes the book, smiling as she looks at you and Suguru who stands behind you, glued to his phone.

“You and your boyfriend are cute, I saw you both squabbling over there and I couldn’t help but remember my late husband. We were just like you, always arguing.”

The woman didn’t take her eyes off the book as she talks, your face turns red as you bit your lip, unsure of what to say. You turn back to see Suguru, a small smile etched on his face as he looks at the old woman. His eyes glance at you. His smile drops before he clears his throat.

“Oh, we’re… we’re not a thing, we’re just…friends.”

Suguru feigns a smile as he talks to the woman. She smiles back.

Friends. Friends. Friends. The word replays in his mind. He wanted to be more than that. He wanted to be more than friends. Why? What was so intriguing about you? You were just some random person! Was he mad? Was he delirious? Had he not felt anyone’s touch for so long he was willing to try it with you? No, if that was true he would’ve gone for Satoru or Shoko. You appealed to him. What was it with you? Did you release a pheromone that attracted him to you? What was he thinking?

“Thank you ma’am.” You smile politely at the woman. She smiles back, sympathy and hope in her eyes. Did she notice your feelings? Seems like everyone noticed except Suguru himself. No, he did notice. He just didn’t want it. That was worse. “Suguru let’s go hunt those idiots down.” You say, punching his shoulder as you walk to the entrance.

You found them in a nearby cafe, by nearby, it was around a 2.5 kilometre walk. Suguru and you talked, smiling. It was the first time you did so in a while. The walk that lasted for roughly 20-30 minutes evolved from tension filled to dumb jokes and quips. Suguru watches as you laugh. He missed this you.

As you saw them through the cafe window, you wave out to them. Shoko smiles at you as she urges you and him to come inside. You nod, going to join them. Yet, a hand stops you before you could make a move.

What was he doing?

“y/n. Can we talk?” Suguru says, his voice low as he pulls you to the side, away from your friends’ sight.

“What’s up?” You scratch your skin, eyes bouncing off the walls before finally landing on his’. His’ that were already staring into yours. You gulp.

“I like you.”

huh?

“I like you and it’s stupid and annoying but you’re stuck in my head and i thought it was hate because of how annoying you are and that maybe you’re just an annoying monkey but when Satoru touched you I get tingly and I hate that and…” He rambles on, stopping to look at your face. “Oh my god you’re such an idiot but I goddamn like you?”

You stare at his wide eye, his hand still wrapped around your wrist. He stares back, awaiting an answer. Without a thought, you pull back your hand from his wrist.

“I’m sorry Suguru…”

You ran, ran off to wherever it was as long as he couldn’t find you. Why were you running? You liked him back? Yet, your feet carried you away. Your feelings were about to burst and you didn’t know what to do about it.

‘Run’. Your mind told you.

‘I’ll run.’ Your legs whispered back.

It was like you were just a mere bystander to your body’s conversation. You didn’t know what to do.

So you ran, leaving a broken man behind.

#jujutsu geto #geto x reader #suguru geto #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #shoko ieiri #ieri shoko #geto angst #suguru geto angst #geto x you #suguru x reader

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dollyyun · 21 days

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𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 (𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍)

♪ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 ♪

･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

𝐎𝐓𝟕 (series;poly/reverse harem)

➤ ONE OF THE GIRLS - (wherein Hwang Stella's life is tangled in a predicament involving her clandestine identity as a racer, her seemingly daily life as the official heir to the Hwang Empire, and seven guys with whom she has a complex history with.)

➤ ETERNAL CURSE - (wherein the princess, who is a clandestine assassin, has been commanded to eliminate the seven vampire princes.)

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 (series;poly/reverse harem)

➤ DEVIL'S KNIGHTS' PREY - (wherein you caught the attention of devil's knights leaders, resulting in consequences you thought which you expected, but little did you know that there were more to it.)

🗝️ DEAL WITH THEM - (-wherein you and your best friends accidentally summon a sex demon, but instead of a demon, you get the four princes of hell.- fantasy, blood, violence, smuts)

🗝️ SWEET BUT PSYCHO - (-wherein you become the hunter and begin your preying on the four renowned nerds on campus just for your pure sick and twisted pleasure, but little do you know that a certain bunch of individuals are the same twisted as you.- a touch of psychological thriller, blood, violence, murder, smuts)

🗝️ HALAZIA - (-wherein you are given an important mission to save your fellow highest ranking hunters, from the organisation you worked for, who are being mind controlled by the very establishment that threatens to spread its blight and rule the world and beyond.- sci-fi, dystopian, enemies to lovers, violence, angst, smuts)

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 (series;solos)

🗝️ THE SINGLE DADS TROPE (different tropes, fluffs, angst, smuts)

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆

🗝️ MY BOY ONLY BREAKS HIS FAVOURITE TOYS (unstable relationship, toxicity, heavy angst, smut)

🗝️ THE ARCHER (grimreaper!heeseung, mentions of suicide, possible self-harming, soulmates au, angst, smut)

🗝️ PARADISE (-inspired by chase atlantic's paradise, hee is madly in love with fem!reader, friends to lovers, a touch of unrequited love, slight angst, fluffs)

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

𝐉𝐀𝐘

🗝️ I CAN DO IT WITH A BROKEN HEART (popstar x rockstar, ex-lovers to strangers to lovers, angst, smut)

🗝️ OLDER (6 years age gap, older brother's best friend, cold ceo!jay, fem!reader is famous beauty influencer, angst, smut)

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄

🗝️ BUT DADDY, I LOVE HIM (fantasy royal au, villain!jake, forbidden love, smut, romeo-juliet kinda theme)

🗝️ HOW YOU GET THE GIRL (college au, slight angst, pinning, childhood best friends to lovers)

🗝️ MY DEAREST (-inspired by shatter me book series, sci-fi, dystopian, enemies to lovers, smut)

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍

🗝️ GUILTY AS SIN (friends with benefits, smut, unrequited love, angst, confession under the rain)

🗝️ SLOW DOWN (racer!hoon & racer!reader, rivals to lovers, smut)

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍

🗝️ SO HIGH SCHOOL (spider-man!won, best friends to lovers, fluffs, suggestive-mild smut(?))

#ruby's main masterlist!#enhypen #🗝️ are future works!#new masterlist!

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fefairys · 6 months

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collection of hussie book commentary notes from the conversation where vriska confides in john after killing tavros

"Then John starts wandering around this random castle as Vriska initiates a fairly long Sadstuck conversation involving way too much blue text. Primarily she is feeling slightly guilty about this "murder" she accidentally did, so she looks for a sympathetic and gullible nerd's shoulder to cry on, and continue emotionally manipulating him into liking her, and also emotionally manipulating you into regarding her as a complex, morally ambiguous person who is also your favorite character."

"And then Vriska just keeps on going, revealing that it was her very first murder... Wait, except for all those other murders she did to feed her spider mom. But she didn't like those people! And her shitty spider mom was hungry. And yes, it may have been an absolutely genocidal number of murders, BUT. Look how sad she looks in that panel. D'aw, don't be like that Vriska. All is forgiven. Wait, what's that? There was a second friendmurder you forgot about? Aradia? Hmm, that one keeps slipping your mind, doesn't it. Well, that doesn't sound great, but we already just offered blanket amnesty for every bad thing you've ever done, because we can't bear to see you this sad. So that confession doesn't really count against you. Any more murders you'd like to confess? Because those are all fine too. Wait, maybe don't tell us about any more, so it doesn't make us feel any weirder about this. Just joking, you can tell us. You can do whatever you want. We're gonna allow that, because that's what it means to forgive someone who looks as truly sorry as you do right now."

"There's a whole other dimension of self indulgence we're seeing from her, switching gears from "Here's why my literal thousands of murders shouldn't be held against me," to "It sure is a shame we never got to grow up, but [lip trembles a bit]...it was awfully nice we got to make all your stars for you along the way." ... At the end of the day, Vriska did 90% of the talking, while John intermittently offered a few remarks such as "wow" and "geez" and "huh" and "golly, that's a lot of murders..." But then, that's why John is such a perfect friend. And an even perfecter friend for Vriska, who really just wants a boy-foil functioning as the ultimate enabler and sounding board for her apologist "multicultural" navel gazing and self-absorbed rationalization narratives."

#sams reading homestuck again #homestuck #vriska

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viburnt · 5 months

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First kiss || MHA headcanons

Characters: Iida Tenya, Shigaraki Tomura, Kaminari Denki, Mina Ashido

Trigger warning: Self-esteem issues on Shigaraki's part.

Iida Tenya

• Iida is just too much of a proper and decent guy to initiate a kiss, even if his lips are itching to have a taste of yours. He thinks, thinks, thinks, and thinks... but no matter how much his brain tries, Tenya simply can't figure the right way to approach something like that.

• He wishes his brother could give him advice, but since he is not there for him anymore, he guesses his friends could help him out. Izuku suggests to watch a romantic movie and copy what they do there (the dork), while Ochako tells him to simply invite you for a date and let things be. Shōto outright says Iida should ask for one.

• Iida takes you to a little movie date, carefully picking one that would give him the right mood to make a move. Your head rests on his shoulder while his arm is wrapped around you, and when the moment comes... soda. Iida accidentally spills his soda over your clothes.

• He feels so dumb and clumsy, apologizing over and over as the people around shush him quiet. You go to the bathroom to clean yourself and he follows suit. Iida is slowly entering into a manic episode, blaming himself as if it was the end of the world.

• When you come out, he just looks at you ashamed. You assure him there was no problem, that it was an accident but Iida doesn't listen and stammers his thoughts out (including how he just wanted to kiss you).

• You blink once, twice, and thrice, asking him to repeat his words as he covers his mouth. It is then that Iida reluctantly confesses he'd asked his friends for help, but that he had screwed his plan up.

• The smile on your lips calms down Iida, and you tell him he should've just asked (props to Shōto! He was right for once). Tenya's cheeks turn into a deep hue of red, splashing his ears and neck too; you step closer, hold his hand and tell him to go with the flow.

• His first kiss is brief, chaste and sweet; befitting of Iida. You're not surprised of the softness of his lips, and while you wanted to continue, the kiss comes to an end soon to avoid overwhelming him. The way his smile trembles after it is simply adorable, his hands doing robotic movements in nervousness; you take his hand and go back to the movie.

"I'm still sorry for spilling my drink over you. Please, let me send it to the cleaners." Iida offered, holding your hand as the two exited the cinema. "There's no need, really! I'l just wash it later." You declined, smiling at him with enamored eyes. "Then I'll make sure to buy you another shirt."

Giggling, you shook your head. "Iida Tenya, stop that. There's no harm done, plus, I think there are more things to care about than a soda stain," you winked. Iida looked at you a little puzzled, just to then realize what you were talking about. "Oh..."

"How about a second kiss?"

Shigaraki Tomura

• He is very self aware of his body and quirk, often thinking of himself lowly even when you reasure him there's nothing about him you wouldn't like. Tomura frequently shies away from your touch, limiting his interactions with you to verbal affection (the only moments where he allows you to be physically close is when there's a barrier like clothes, but even then he is very reluctant).

• Shigaraki fears that you could find him gross and allows his thoughts to cloud his mind, but you take it as a challenge to gradually wreck the walls he's built around him. He is your boyfriend after all, and you want to share all kind of things with him.

• Tomura's releasing his nerd rage over the microphone of his headset when you have the brilliant idea of kissing him for the first time. The man's sitting on the floor while you sit on the edge of his bed, your thighs around his head as the screen of the T.V turns black: Game over, retry? He groans, tossing the controller nearby as he turns off the console in frustration.

• You tell him you know what could make him feel better, patting his head with mischief; he looks at you and rolls his eyes, listening closely whatsoever. When the word kiss leaves your mouth, he sees himself out of the room; you don't take offense of it considering it wasn't the first time a reaction like that happened (bear with him, his heart just can't). Tomura returns a minute later with the most flustered face you've ever seen.

• He asks if you're for real, and you nod; he asks again, and you continue nodding. Before he tries to ask for a third time, you stop him and explain that you do want to kiss him. Tomura simply can't grasp the idea but he guesses he could try. You ask him to close his eyes and let you work.

• The kiss is tender, you can feel him tense and gradually relax as time passes. You caress his cheeks, play with his hair and when he least expects it, you finish. Shigaraki is speechless and refuses to even look at you for a couple moments, but he asks if you can do it again.

"You know you are a freak for even liking me, right?" He snarks, resting his head on your lap many kisses later. You just laugh, brushing the mess you made on his hair while making out, "Am I now?" Tomura looks away flustered and then returns his gaze to you. "No... But I still think you're weird for kissing me that much." Raising a brow, you clean some lipstick marks off him, "I'm not the one losing videogame matches to get kisses"

Kaminari Denki

• To say Kaminari is a bundle of energy would be an understatement. He is touchy, expressive, and often likes to hang out on your personal space; it's his form of showing how much he likes you, and that includes "joking" about kissing you (he is not joking in any way, he just panics and disguises his words as playful banter).

• Denki is just scared that he might not be a good kisser, which is why he stops himself from being serious about his words. He wants his first kiss with you to be special, something nice that you remember with joy not embarrassment. Sero just tells him that he should relax and let things flow, otherwise the chances of really ridiculing himself get higher.

• It is during a date to the game arcade that Kaminari decides to finally let things happen. He is hitting all the high scores in the machines to earn a decent prize for you at the shop (which considering how exorbitant the amount of tickets are needed for a simple candy, it's an achievement), winning some time to mentally prepare for what's bound to happen.

• You are having a blast, laughing and having fun to your heart's content when Kaminari suggests taking pictures in a nearby photo booth (he just wanted to be in private with you). He pulls you close to him, looking at the camera lens and throwing silly faces and poses; Denki looks at you while your attention is on the screen and places his hand on your cheek. The photos forgotten as you look at each other, heart's beating in unison.

• The kiss is clumsy, his lips practically crashing against yours as he basks on the softness of yours; you can feel a slight zap on your lips too. The moment reminds you of how sometimes puppies make a mess when they are offered food, scattering it everywhere in a desperate attempt to take everything they can. You don't mind at all.

• It's effervescent, natural, genuine, all the words that describe Kaminari to perfection. You giggle a bit, making Kaminari worry, but after you assure him everything is more than fine, he continues. The moment is so real to you two that even Denki starts smiling and chuckling against your lips.

• Yes, it may not be the perfect kiss to others, but it is to you and him (and the people outside the booth that had to awkwardly wait while you two finished). Oh, and you have it on pictures too!

"Ah, look at this one! We look so dumb, haha," you laugh, sharing the photo strip with Denki. He snorts and cackles at the picture, placing it in his wallet. "We should really make an album of all our kisses", he suggests, watching you nod in agreement. "Sounds like a great idea, not gonna lie. Just don't keep me waiting for the next kiss, I was starting to worry there was something wrong with me!" You chirp, teasing the blond; his cheeks just flush in response, "Sorry, I just didn't want to screw up".

Tag list: @doumadono @trickster-kat @dabislittlemouse @angelshimaa @shonen-brainrot @imaginationmess @shionancientsblog

#mha kaminari #kaminari x reader #mha shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #mha iida #iida tenya x reader

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kneelingshadowsalome · 3 months

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Was Minotaur!Konig the one to say "I love you" first? Or did he only say it after hearing his beloved say it first? My first thought was that he would say it super fast because he's so straightforward and always says what's on his mind...but then I thought about how she might have had to say it first if his insecurities made him afraid to say it despite his typical frankness, out of fear that she wouldn't say it back... but then I thought about how whipped he is for her and how he has never been shy about what he feels for her... and THEN I thought about how he night not say it first because he's literally never heard those 3 words together before because of the cruel household he grew up in + his time isolated in the labyrinth and how he might not even know that's something people say to each other....and THEN I thought-(cuts self off before I ramble in your inbox any further)

Idk! Your Minotaur!Konig is so fascinating that I keep going back and forth, so I humbly come to you for the answer 🤓

Love your work! I get excited every time I see a new post :)

This is so cute gahh! I'm sorry for being super annoying about this but the history nerd in me started to actually think about this, and... I'm not sure if either of these pookies would say "I love you" because romantic, erotic, platonic, and/or other forms of love didn’t exist in the language the same way they do in our times? Like, if someone knows more about this please correct me, but I’m under the impression that these people would express their love and dedication in other ways.

He might say “I would kill Hades himself to get you back from the dead,” for example, or “I would suffer years of famine if only I could suffer it with you” etc. And even then our poor big Minotaur would have to possess socialized norms & knowledge of these things, what to say to a woman to let her know he absolutely worships her. And “love” between a man and a woman wasn’t considered quite as ideal as love and companionship between men, so these two will receive odd stares wherever they go for being so open about their affection and dedication to each other. Like, have the gods cursed these two with soft heads? 🤨 Why are they acting like children?

König of course, the social outcast as he is, doesn’t give a fuck about what other people think. He will follow her like a barely tamed animal instead of the stoic head of the household he’s supposed to be, compliments and praises her until she has to shut his mouth with food, says “I am your slave” and thinks it’s perfectly normal to talk like that.

So yeah, I don’t see them handing out love confessions after copulating exceptionally softly one night, but Minotaur!König will give a speech about how he will hang her image in the stars so that she’ll never die, mocks the gods in order to show that he values her (*gasp* a mortal woman!) above them. She will try to shush and scold him for bringing bad luck on them for speaking such things, then calls him her silly bull and kisses him until his toes curl ❤️✨️

#minotaur!könig #these two need to get a room

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watchoutforthefanfics · 7 months

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Ticking Love Bomb (Part Two) || Eleventh Doctor × gn!Reader

Part 1, 2...

Taglist: @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx

Summary: Your adventure with the Doctor and the Ponds takes a harsh turn when it seems you're targeted with a potion. A love potion, specifically the type where you fall in love with whoever's eyes you met first after "drinking" it. But what if you're already in love with him?

TWS: aliens, space, references of guns, smoke, unrequited love (but not really), self sacrificial attitudes, and purely oblivious people. Also, just a touch of angst (typical of a love confession).

[[A/N: So I've kind of written a lot of this one already... So, expect a few updates soon. Thanks for reading!!! ]]

It was silent, your heart beating furiously in your chest -and something in you stilled further.

What if it happened now, what if you died here?

You scoffed, in disbelief, “What?”

“They, they crafted something love-related, essentially antagonizing the physical aspects of love, you know? Like, um-” He rambled, voice quieter than it had ever been, “-your heart rate.”

“What so-” you began, a bit in an unbelievable tone, “-my heart can just explode? I breathed in a potion that can just make my heart explode?”

“It’s a bit more complicated than that,” the Doctor continued, moving forward what seemed like endless hallways, “-the potion, if you’d even call it that, slipped into your brain, and that’s where your heart… The brain is the launching point.”

“I…” you hummed, following slowly behind him, “-I can’t control it then, can I?”

“Well, no,” he began, spinning around at the tone of voice- at the defeat, “-but there’s a cure. What, you aren’t- Y/N.”

“Doctor, my heart is going to explode,” you answered, careful and considerate, “I don’t… I don’t think this is the time I play it safe.”

“That’s ridiculous,” he added, a bit astonished and a tone you knew well, sorrowed disbelief.

“Look,” you relented, “-are you even sure of the cure? Really?”

“I-” he stammered out.

“It’s amateur, right?” you spoke, gently, “-That’s below your pay grade. Isn’t it?”

He cleared his throat, a determined look set into his eyes, “Yes, but that doesn’t mean I’m giving up, and really neither should you.”

“I’m not giving up, Doctor. It’s just-” you exclaimed, “-if it’s between you or me-”

“Stop,” he interrupted, back to you with a tone you knew but had never been the target of, “-just… stop.”

“I can’t, okay?” he added his voice with the slightest bit of a shake, “I won’t. Not you.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you felt it -the spike. It was different, the tingle buzzing up your arms and your heart bumping so heavily in your chest. If you squinted, you could see the fuzz of pink filling in the corners of your vision - leftover potion, probably.

“Okay,” you exhaled, “-I’ll try.”

He hummed, a bit damper than you had seen, but you supposed death could do that to a man. Especially someone who had seen so much.

“I think the sonic is picking up on the Ponds,” he changed the subject, “-best we find them first, maybe they know something we don’t.”

“Right,” you clarified, “Are we brainstorming on the way or? For my…”

“Yes,” the Doctor’s eyebrows flattened, “I’m thinking. I never stop thinking.”

“‘Course you don’t,” you smiled, slowly following him (you trusted him with every fiber of your being). And there it was again, the pink fuzz filling your eyes, just the corners.

You blinked, and it vanished.

“What’s the typical cure?” you asked, mostly out of curiosity, “Like non-amateur.”

“It’s terribly cliche,” he professed, a little bit of a chuckle in his tone, “-whoever loves you has to confess. Or, you have to. To the person, you actually love, not just… not the potion.”

“Wait,” you shook your head, “-I’m the one whose affected how would someone who loved me be involved? Shouldn’t it be-”

“It is,” he cleared his throat, looking oddly uncomfortable, “-it’s kind of a backup option, really. To, uh, get you to see your ‘options’, I suppose.”

“And the difference with mine?”

“Well,” he exhaled, a strong gust of breath, “-yours has a physical emphasis on it, on purpose -assumedly. Your heart is much more sensitive.”

“So…?”

“Let’s say you confess to who you love,” he wasn’t looking at you, and something tinged within you, “-if they don’t reciprocate… Your heart with taking it stronger, a literal heartbreak. You won’t-”

“If they don’t love me back,” you continued, “-I’ll die.”

“Yes.”

“Right so, that’s not an option,” you huffed out, blinking back what hope you had, “-so, we wait for a confession.”

“Why not?” the Doctor asked, genuinely questioning, “Surely if you, Y/N, were in love with someone, they’d love you back. They’d be stupid not too.”

Your head buzzed, and the pink fuzz started again, blurrily along the edges. You could feel your heartrate pick up, genuinely unsettling how fast it was pumping. You almost expected your chest to cartoonishly be pounding out in a comical heart shape.

“Doctor!”

You blinked, and your chest calmed.

Amy rushed to him down a hallway with Rory tightly by her side, their eyes filling with a general sense of relief.

"Amelia-" he let out a breath, scanning over her briefly, partially for assumed injuries. Your heart seemed to not take that lightly, amplified by the curse, you'd assumed.

Rory answered, noticing the familiar trail, "We're unscathed. There was only a voice-"

"She said," Amy exhaled, shaky, "-she said she'd kill you both."

"Right," the Doctor hummed, clearly compensating, "-they all say that though, don't they?"

You chastised, eyes landing on the frazzled redhead (you'd never seen her like this… except without Rory), "Doctor."

"Are you guys okay?" Rory interrupted, taking a moment to look at the two of you, like he could see it on the surface level, "She didn't hurt you two, did she?"

Your eyes fell to your wrist, if you squinted you could almost see your pulse, and Amy's eyes followed them.

"Did she?" She asked, with more intention behind it - a fury you'd become familiar with.

You opened your mouth, but the Doctor found his way to the words quicker, "It's…"

"My heart is cursed," you exhaled, voice wobbly, "- and I… I'm on a timer."

#eleventh doctor #eleventh doctor x reader #doctor who #gender neutral y/n #a bit angsty but #it fixes itself #is really sad kinda so #unrequited love but not really #use of y/n #enjoy part one #watchoutwriting #ticking love bomb

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