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dabislittlemouse · 7 months

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tainted angel 🪽 (pt.7)

PART 6// PART 8 // THE COMPLETE MASTERLIST

ෆ DABI X HAWKS’ LITTLE SISTER

ෆ cw in this chapter ‼️: NSFW, breaking in, noncon, cunnilingus, fingering, edging MDNI +18, this is her POV.

The night was restless.

After a long exhausting day, my body and mind still wouldn’t find rest and relax the whole time. I decided to keep watch at least until 2am, before falling asleep eventually. Staying up the whole night was not a choice. Though from time to time I’d wake up on different hours at night, my heart pumping fast and my body sweating, my eyes searching through the darkness, ready to find someone lurking around or in the balcony. I’d get up and look outside just in case. Though nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The backyard was empty, not a single soul walking by on the dimly lit streets, nothing suspicious.

Dabi was nowhere to be seen.

Now it’s been three nights in a row that I keep watch, I didn’t get proper rest while I anxiously wait and prepare myself for anything to happen. My mind keeps replaying the words he wrote on that note over and over again, and the flowers. He told me he’d see me soon. But he hasn’t appeared anywhere. My windows and doors remain locked, but I don’t feel safe at all. I can’t even find a way to contact him and tell him to fuck off, he always called me through an unknown number, with no way to trace him further.

Maybe he never stalked me in the first place? Maybe he just wanted to mess with me, play mind games and keep me awake at night for no reason. As a revenge for cutting him off probably. What a fucking jerk…

As long as the doors and windows are properly locked, I should be in fact safe. That’s what I tell myself. I decide to give up for good, I can’t keep watch the whole week. Even if someone tried to break in, it would make a noise, loud enough to wake us up. Still, maybe I should take one of my brother’s feathers just in case, he is fast enough to come over and catch the culprit once his feathers sense danger nearby.

It’s now the fourth night. I am not able to keep watch anymore as I fall into a deep sleep, completely unaware of what could be going on around me.

Strange dreams occur as the hours of the night pass by. I keep seeing fragments of his face, his irresistibly handsome face and those piercing blue eyes that captivated me entirely. I see him, I see Dabi in my dreams, I can feel his scarred hands touching my body just like they did that night at the park. His fingers tracing my skin, giving me goosebumps all over as he proceeds to go further. His hands are pretty and veiny, I have the urge to suck on his fingers. I can’t talk, all I can do is moan out for him to go further. His hands play with my now drenched panties, his fingers pressing softly against my clit. I can’t move, I can’t talk. Everything in this dream felt too real, the warmth of his hands on my body and inner thighs, spreading my legs apart as he plays with my clothed cunt. This dream..is making me more needy for him.

This is not a dream.

My eyes struggle to open, a strange feeling is enveloping my body while I try to get back to reality after that heated dream. I try to move, but I can’t. My breathing is erratic and I’m sweating. The room is completely dark while I try to look at my surroundings.

My hands..

They are tied up against the bedframe. The chains pressed against my wrists while I struggle to get free. Not many seconds pass by until I feel a heavy weight on top of me.

Between my legs.

“About time you woke up, sleeping beauty~”

The familiar raspy voice sends a shiver down my spine. My eyes are now wide open, panic flowing in my blood as I look down: I see him in the darkness, right between my legs, his face inches away from my clothed cunt, grinning at me while his eyes shine bright under the moonlight.

I let out a scream, but he is quick to bring a hand and shut my mouth up.

“Ah, ah.. no screamin’ now” Dabi smirks as he looks at the terrified expression on my face, his hand firm on my mouth. “Told ya’ I’d come back, really missed you sweetheart”

My heart is pumping out of my ribcage and tears form in my eyes. How did he get inside? Will he hurt me?

“You make such pretty sounds when I touch you like this..can’t wait to get more of this sweet cunt of yours.. been dying for a taste” he whispers, bringing up a finger to rub on my clit through my panties. I realise he’s been doing this as I was asleep. I feel myself arching at his touch, my face flushed from embarrassment while I shake my head in denial.

He chuckles. “C’mon.. can’t lie to me now, not when you’re so fuckin’ wet down there.. shit”

He begins doing circular motions and that feeling envelops me again, a strange sense of pleasure that almost has my eyes rolling back.

“Let’s get these off now.. hold still for a minute” he orders as he grabs the hem of my panties. Without wasting a second, his fingers lit up in blue flames. So close my sensitive area I’m hyperventilating and shaking in fear, but his firm grip keeps me in place. I see the way flames burn my panties slowly, before he completely tears them off my body.

“I said hold still,” he says sternly. “Don’t want to burn this pussy before tasting it- ah, won’t you look at that~”

I squeeze my eyes shut while his gaze falls on my bare cunt, his face is so dangerously close. It feels so uncomfortable having him like this on my intimate area, I want to scream and cry so loud.

“Awwh, someone’s shy” Dabi teases. “Don’t be, baby. Fuck, I’m almost salivating.. this is way better than I imagined”

His warm finger slowly drag up and down my wet folds, I am already squirming under his touch. I look back at him, his eyes filled with lust are focused on the mess between my legs and then back at my face. He slowly teases me, knowing too well that my body likes this, seeing at the way I react.

I don’t want this, it’s beyond fucked up, he is a creep, he broke into my house and touching me without my consent, he might even hurt me- but why do I need more of this?

“You’re thinkin’ too much” he suddenly slaps my pussy and I let out a muffed scream. “You thought you could get rid of me that easily, angel? So focused on your studies, let me teach you something new to focus on”

He dips a finger inside my tight hole, slowly going deeper and then bringing it out, before inserting it again. In and out, he keeps doing this for a while as he gets pleasure from the way I’m squirming underneath him. His palm presses against my clit, moving it slowly and the friction has my hips stuttering. He adds another finger, scissoring and reaching deep inside of me.

“Yeah? You like this?” he whispers, the movements getting faster and then slower on purpose. “Imagine what your beloved brother would say if he knew how needy this pussy is for me”

My face heats up in anger and shame as I furiously try to pull on the chains that are holding my hands tied, but no avail.

“You’re so sexy when you’re angry angel, need to do this more often..” he chuckles while my eyes are burning with rage. “Angry that you’re needy for me huh?”

I shake my head, trying to hold my whimpers back as he fingers me faster, hitting on a certain spot that has my eyes widening.

“There.. that your sweet weak spot?” Dabi laughs while he continues the movement of his fingers, now focused on that spot deep inside of me. The squelching sounds of my dripping pussy fill the room as his fingers piston inside of me, the knot forming in my stomach ready to burst anytime. I’m so high in this feeling, I must not give in, no matter how good it feels. No matter the way my pussy flutters and tightens around his digits as they split me open.

Dabi looks at me through half lidded eyes, biting his lip at the sight of me reaching my high. But suddenly he removes the fingers out of me, the high now crashing down and that feeling completely leaving my body. My throat almost goes sore from me screaming in frustration, but his hand keeps all the sounds muffed. It’s almost painful how he edges me like this, leaving my body all needy for more, while he laughs like a maniac in front of me. He grabs the torn off panties, stuffing them in my mouth instead.

“Haaa.. you cryin’ now? Princess wanted to cum on my fingers huh? Too bad” he mocks while tears roll down my cheeks from the humiliation. He licks his digits clean, moaning at the flavor of my cunt and his eyes flare in excitement and hunger.

“Your flavor.. so divine, I need a taste” he whispers, settling himself right between my spread legs. His hot breath directly hits my cunt. I look down on him, the sight makes me weak I hate to admit it.

He looks so good between my legs.

Dabi places one hand on my thigh, while the other is on my hips, squeezing me as he dives in. His warm tongue licking my clit teasingly, and then down my slit, has my hips bucking up.

“Greedy..” he smirks, before giving my cunt an open mouthed kiss. He begins sucking and licking my clit, moaning in pleasure as if he had been starving for days.

“Ngh- fuuuck.. sho goood.. sweet” he murmurs between the sloppy mess he’s making between my legs, his voice and grunts sending vibrations on my clit. His hand comes down, giving me a harsh slap on my thigh as his wet muscle dives inside of me, reaching as deep as it can. His other hand starts heating up, fingers digging on my hip and I squirm in fear.

Though at this point I don’t know if I’m squirming from the fear or the sinful pleasure he is giving me. Maybe both.

Before I could even realise, my hips are humping right against his face, my shaky legs wrapping around his head and by now I can’t hold back the soft moans escaping my throat.

“There you go..good girl, give in to me..” Dabi praises. “Wrap those legs tightly around me c’mon..”

As if I’m under his spell, I squeeze his head tightly between my legs, keeping him locked and pressed harder against my pussy. A guttural growl erupts from his throat, evoking a moan on my side. Thick, gleaming saliva mixed with my own juices drip down my asshole and staining the sheets underneath in process. Dabi grunts and moans more on purpose, driving me over the edge as his tongue is lapping all the mess, making loud slurping noises to make me feel even more embarrassed.

“Let me hear those sounds better..” he grins, removing the clothing off my mouth. With no way to cover my mouth anymore, I feel shame burning my cheeks as my moans escape free, loud and clear while he devours me. But while doing so, he keeps changing the rhythm on purpose to make me struggle to reach my high.

“D-Dah- Dabi..” I whimper, looking down on him with teary eyes.

“Moan my name louder princess” he chuckles, giving me another heated slap on my thigh and making me yelp.

“Dabi!!” I whine desperately. “P-Please!”

“Please what?” he responds. “You wanna cum, ah?”

“Y-Yes.. please” I cry, not caring anymore at this point as my body is aching for that sweet release. I will forever hate myself for this later, constantly living in shame and regret.

“Since you’re begging so nicely.”

With that he begins eating me out vigorously, my moans become louder and high pitched as I keep him glued between my legs, wrapping them tightly around his head. He also adds a finger or two, driving me crazier as he combines it with the tongue as well.

“Cum for me.. baby” he moans. “Nghh cum on my face- fuck, you’re.. so pretty.. my good girl”

His words are enough for me to snap, orgasm crashing through me as my eyes roll at the back of my skull. My moans come out choked while he makes me see the stars. Dabi lets out a pleased sigh as he takes in all my flavor, not letting a single drop of me go to waste while I come undone on his tongue.

By now my body is almost lifeless as I’m laying on my bed, not moving a single finger, my brain mush from that earth-shattering orgasm. Dabi stands up from between my legs and comes closer to me. I’m too tired and worn out to even say something back as he grabs my chin, giving me a slow heated kiss. His tongue intertwines with mine, and yet again I feel those butterflies swarming in my stomach as I kiss him back and moan in his mouth.

“Taste yourself,” he breathes out, pulling away from me and biting my lower lip. “Been dyin’ for those lips too..”

I look back at him pleadingly, what he has done me tonight I fear will change me forever.

“This is not right..” I whisper. “I- I shouldn’t be doing this..Dabi..”

He shuts me up with another kiss before backing off completely.

“Patience princess.. soon enough I’ll tell you all about it, for now this is our little secret m’kay?” he replies, stroking my cheek with his thumb. I nod dumbly, still high probably from the orgasm, but I know for sure that I crave him terribly.

“For now, be a good girl and just play with that pretty cunt of yours while you think of me.. and make sure to leave the balcony door open as well..” he chuckles. “It’s a pain in the ass to break in constantly”

Dabi proceeds to remove the chains and rub my wrists gently. His touch just feels so good for some reason. He playfully tugs at my wings and I slap his hand away.

Nevermind.

My hands are free now. Why am I not doing anything? Screaming for help? Kicking him out? Just why?

I might doze off pretty soon. My eyes are already heavy, my body slowly relaxing. I feel him kissing my forehead before leaving, and then I see nothing but darkness while I fall back into a deep sleep.

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maristarfish · 5 months

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"I still have work tonight, I'm afraid..."

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Neuvillette x reader - Established relationship - Fluff - No use of y/n

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You let out a yawn as you organize clothes you had washed earlier. They're now all dry and ready to be put away. It was late at night and you decided to wait until Neuvillette came back from work. Your schedules are so twisted that this week, the only times you get to see him are when he kisses you goodbye in the morning.

You hear keys and the front door opening. You leap up from the clothes, dropping them on the floor to go over to see your husband coming in. Surprise on his face when he sees you awake.

He closes the door behind him and locks it. "What are you doing awake?" Neuvillette pulls you into an embrace, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He missed you dearly but the fact that you're awake at this hour still bothers him.

You smile brightly and melt into his embrace. "I was waiting for you, of course."

"You don't have to do that, darling... Though, I do appreciate it." He lifted up his head to look at you again.

"It's okay. I wanted to see you." You answered, raising your hands to cup his cheeks. You meet your lips to his, kissing him.

He kisses you back, just as lovingly. When you pull away, you think he might want to go to bed right away.

"Let's go to bed, hm?" You smile.

"Well... I still have work to do tonight, I'm afraid."

Your smile fades. "What? I thought you were done.."

"I was told I should go home early today by Sedene. Unfortunately, I didn't get to finish before that time."

You pout and purposely look more disappointed than you were. "That's fine." You walk over to the clean laundry and grab a blanket, wrapping it around yourself before walking into Neuvillettes' workspace.

Your husband follows in confusion. You grab a book and curl up in one of the chairs closest to his. The blanket covering you from head to toe.

Neuvillette can't help but smile. "And you're doing...?"

"I'm going to stay here until you finish and make sure you don't doze off!"

"Ah.. Is that so?" He puts a stack of papers on his desk before walking up to you. He picks you up as the cuddled ball you are with no further question. It surprises you a little.

"Neuvi? You're not going to drag me to bed, are you? I wanna stay here."

"No. Over there, you are too far away," He sits down in his chair with you in his lap, you remain in the same position you were before. Except, Neuvillette's left arm was now holding you close to him. He picks up his pen and starts working.

"Won't I be in the way?" You examine the way he is just working with one hand. Honestly, he makes everything look so effortless.

He doesn't answer. Instead, he just holds you closer to him. As if that was some kind of response.

You accepted it quickly and decided to keep an eye on him. Can't let him fall asleep without you!

You sit there in his arms, occasionally looking up to see his face. His embrace is so warm added on to the warmth of the blanket. You can't help but get sleepy.

Next thing you know, you open your eyes and it's obvious you fell asleep. Neuvillette's presence heavier as he slightly leans over you, sleeping.

You wiggle your hands free and take the pen out of his own hand, setting it on the table. You tap your husband awake, inviting him to go into your shared room to sleep more comfortably.

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Word count: 633

I love this idea a lot 😭 Sorry if there's any grammar mistakes I wrote this at 2am! ˙ᵕ˙

#genshin impact #neuvillette #neuvillette genshin #genshin #neuvillette x you #neuvillette fluff #Neuvillette x you #fluff imagine

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sunghoonnsupremacy · 5 months

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#LOVETALK! - warnings : cuss words, mentions of sexual activity

004. - 005.

"wake up, soomin-ah. " jungwon shakes me awake, sunlight peeking through the blinds. I stir in the bed covers, groaning at my high level of tiredness.

"come on. we have to go. " he sighs, caressing my cheek with his left palm. I sit up and look at him, noticing my dress is missing.

"what's the time? " "6am. we should get out before a sober beomgyu realises we're in his bed." he lets a hushed whisper and rubs his eyes exhausted.

I groan and throw myself back on the bed. "fuck him. I'm tired. " I close my eyes, ready to rest when jungwon abruptly pulls me up by my hands, and the covers off of my tired body. "you can sleep at mine, just hurry up. "

I sigh in exaggeration and nod defeatedly. I walk over to the other side of the room where my clothes lie on the wooden floor.

"why is my dress ripped jungwon? " I slowly turn at him, noticing a sheepish smile on his face. "well.. "

FOUR HOURS AGO. - 2am.

"mmm jungwon-" my moan gets cut off by a sound of my dress ripping in half. I widen my eyes and my jaw falls open.

"you dick! did you just rip my dress? that was EXPENSIVE!! " I slap his hand away and pout.

"oops? wanted an easy access to your tits, my bad. " he sarcastically pouts back and unclips my bra from the back surprisingly quickly.

I feel my nipples harden at the cold air blowing from the half opened window, arching my back slightly. "not my problem you're impatient. you could've asked me first. " I subtly roll my eyes at him, only to get harshly grabbed by the jaw.

"don't give me an attitude or this'll end in you crying, understood? " his eyes darken for a moment before diving back to sucking and peppering my boobs with kisses.

NOW. - 6am.

"oh my fucking god, what the hell? " I whine and throw the ripped dress at him. "Im sorry I thought you wouldn't remember it. " he walks over to me and pouts. "kisses? " he leans in to kiss me, my hand stopping him.

"no." I harshly glare at him and he rolls his eyes. "fine whatever i don't care bye" he falls facedown onto the bed like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

I grimace at him and put my bra on, finding a random shirt in the closet, presumably beomgyus.

I walk over to him and smack his ass so he gets up. "what the hell soomin?" he winces in pain and hurriedly stands up to glare at me. "you said we should hurry, so hurry up" I open the door quietly, hearing it creek loudly to my luck.

"fuck was this house built in 1900 or what? " I whisper-groan and walk out with a grumpy jungwon following me.

reaching the bottom of the stairs, jungwon spins me around. I yelp in suprise but he kisses me in time before I could make more noise. kissing him back, he pulls away and smirks. "that's for this morning. "

I playfully roll my eyes at him and slowly open the front door. "ill call us a uber. have my jacket, you look cold. " he offers with a sly smile and I take it but glare at him being the reasoning of me wearing nothing but beomgyus shirt and lacy panties.

anyway, as we arrive to his place, he unlocks the door leads me to his bedroom. its grey, led lights stuck around the corners and a gaming set up. my eyes run across the room when I suddenly see a photo.. of me? getting closer I see that it's a 100% picture from a couple months ago when I was out shopping.

what the hell? I hear jungwons footsteps and quickly jump into the bed, ignoring the picture even though im morally petrified.

"I see you're getting comfortable already. " jungwon smirks at me and takes off his shirt. my eyes widen as I take his defined abs in notice. he crawls in next to me and leans on his hand to make eye contact with me. "what? " he smiles and says, "have I told you how pretty you are? "

I furrow my eyebrows and think back to all the times he's beat me up or made me choke on his dick. I shake my head and say "no".

he frowns. "really? I should start saying it more then" not knowing how to reply, I smile at him and turn around. "goodnight." a confused sound leaves his mouth "huh? you're going to sleep? " I mutter a yes and groan. "you told me i could sleep at yours, jungwon. "

"well yeah but I didn't think you'd actually go to sleep. " he pouts and crawls closer to me so he can wrap his arms around my waist. "let me at least sleep with you. " jungwon mutters against my chest.

I nod and close my eyes.

TIMESKIP.

hearing him snore, I quickly shimmer out of his hold and leave the room. feeling more than uncomfortable by the idea of him stalking me, I leave through the back door and walk a few neighborhoods to call aeri to pick me up.

"god.. i knew he was an asshole but a creep? " i rub my eyes and thank the lord when i see aeris car pull up.

"hey, what's the rush? you okay? " she immediately pulls me into a hug. i hug her back and when she drives off i give her the whole explanation from last night till this morning. she notices my sullen expression and pouts.

"do you wanna go straight home or should we go to my place? " while driving, aeri smiles at me before looking back at the road. i sigh knowing that jungwon will look for me at my apartment. "your place, please. i don't think ill feel comfortable staying alone today"

she nods and the two of sit in silence for the rest of the ride. looking out of the cars passenger seat window, I think back to what I saw. im still somewhat shocked about the fact he has a picture of me, but not that weirded out. its better than other shit I could think of. I mean god knows what he does with that picture but as long as he leaves me alone I think I'll be okay.

he also still hasn't called me which means he's either still sleeping or looking for me. Id hope its the first option, hence me not wanting to see him for a while. but is that really even an option when it comes to jungwon? most likely not.

hes extremely clingy, he's always been clingy. even when he used to bully me. it's weird, but I've gotten used to it.

now is when I start to panic. what if he calls me? or texts me? or worse.. finds me? what do I even say? I have to make up a lie that will not make him suspicious but also sound believable enough as to why I left without saying anything or waking him up.

maybe if I just tell him its a family issue. or a friend issue? school issue. bullshit! why would he believe that? for the most part, let's hope he won't call.

all off a sudden, my phone starts ringing. fucking jinx. I do a quick prayer before checking who it is and to my suprise its the one and only yang jungwon. fuck.

"yes? " I pick it up hesitantly and take the phone to my ear so aeri won't hear. "where the fuck are you soomin? " I could hear his frantic voice from the other side, almost as if he was pacing around for no genuine reason.

i gulp and make up a lie, "sorry but my mom called me because she needed help with setting up new furniture in her house. I didn't want to wake you" I smile proudly at my great and improved lie until I hear him sigh. "okay. call me once your done, mkay? I wanna see you. " upon hearing this, I hum in agreement and end the call.

"was that him? " aeri asks, eventually pulling up in her driveway. I nod and get out of the car, excited to finally rest.

"what did he say? " she unlocks the wooden door to her apartment and smiles at me comfortingly. "just that he wants to see me later. I think im okay for now though. " I welcome myself into her cozy household by sitting on the couch into a manspread and closing my eyes.

"you can have some ramen I made earlier. I'll be in my bedroom okay? just knock if you need anything. " she kisses my forehead and hurries to her room. I sigh and decide it'd be best for me to sleep for now, hence the fact I got no sleep at two different houses in one night.

my phone pings. for fucks sake, what's up with my sleep schedule today? I groan and unlock it, only to see a chat from jungwon. gosh he's so extremely clingy it's annoying.

#enhypen #enhypen smut #enhypen jungwon #jungwon #jungwon smut #yang jungwon

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maddipoof · 1 year

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CONGRATS DELLA<333333

There is nothing like staying at home, for real comfort 🌷- pick a character or a few and come up with a prompt and I’ll write a fluff blurb <3

steve harrington (what did you expect honestly) + the prompt/hc/idk of eating at some tiny diner at 2am because why not?? (i hope that's ok)

once again, congrats<3

Thank you my love 🥰🥰🥰

(trying 2nd person 😬, we'll see how it goes) (not proofread)

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"No, stop thinking! No thoughts, just answer!"

"Steve, this is a big question, it's the middle of the night, we're running out of gas, we could get kidnapped for all we know, it's a big question."

"Honey," the endeared irritation apparent in his tone, even though he was keeping his eyes on the road and you couldn't see his face. "Diner or truckstop? Exit's comin' up."

"Uhh..."

"Pick now, pick now, pick now," he urged you on as he started to veer off towards the exit.

"Diner!"

"Perfect! And it's right here." The neon sign lit up the spaces between the trees and the snowglow through the winter air made it seem like the forest lining the road was glowing.

He pulled in and found the closest spot to the entrance, just to make you more comfortable. "You got your jacket?" he asked you.

"I threw it in the trunk."

"Just keep mine then." It was laying over your lap for half the ride anyway, a perfect blanket.

"You can't not wear a jacket, you'll freeze."

"You can't wear a frozen jacket."

"Then we'll share."

"Wha-" But you were already waving him out of the car.

"Put it on."

"Baby, no"

"Put it on and come here. Come on, come on. We don't have all day, I'm freezing already."

He finally, reluctantly, put it on and you pulled his arms tight around you with your back to his chest. "Right foot first. Whaa! No, your other right."

"It's icy, babe, be careful. And my right is your right."

"My right is your right when you haven't been driving for 4 hours. This foot, Vermont shuffle, come on."

It was the longest minute ever, the kind of freezing that makes your joints hurt just thinking about it seeping into your bones and making the three yards into the diner more like an exodus.

Both of you sighed the moment the warmth of indoor heating touched your skin. He spun you around and pushed your arms under his jacket, holding you close with the hot skin of his back against your cold palms.

The obvious display of affection didn't stop the clearly overtired hostess from offering a sweet smile.

"Hi, uh, two please?" Steve asked through chattering teeth.

"Right this way." She sat you both at a wraparound booth right under a vent and Steve wrapped his coat back around your shoulders as soon as you were settled.

"Thank you, and could we have 2 coffees please?"

She nodded and went off to grab the pot. "You should sleep the rest of the way, don't have another coffee." You said as you smushed closer to him, part for the warmth, mostly just because he's him.

"I know, they're both for you. But you know you can wake me up right? Even if it's just to tell me whatever random thought popped into your head? Or you can't figure out the radio, whatever you want."

"Yes, I know, but I also know that I want you to sleep. I don't want you all grumpy tomorrow."

"I won't be grumpy."

"You'd be so grumpy. You'd be hiding behind your sunglasses all day, and asking me when we can go home. Na-ah, don't even argue."

The waitress came back and Steve ordered for you since you couldn't speak through your mouth full of coffee.

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"You're kidding." You slapped your palm against the table at Steve's gossip about the kids.

"I am not, I got this straight from Dustin. And he got it right from Max."

"Max didn't tell you?"

"No, why would she?"

"Because you're the biggest gossips I know! You two plus Eddie in one room and that's half of Hawkins' rumor mill,” you said.

"We are not."

"Absolutely you are, eat your breakfast-dinner, I need you sleeping."

"Why, you don't want my charming, irresistible company?"

"No, I do, you know I do, but we literally just had this conversation, and your snores make much better company than grumpy old man Steve."

He gasped and clutched his chest, he's been spending too much time with Eddie. "I am not an old man."

"Mhm, worse than Hopper sometime," you picked up his fork, "but if you sleep, there's no old man." He let you bring the fork to his mouth and spoke once he swallowed.

"That sounds way too ominous, like you're trying to poison me."

"What? How!?"

"'No old man' like I'm never gonna make it to old man."

"Hmm...Do you want to be old?"

"Like now? Or just eventually old?"

"Eventually."

"I mean, yeah? I get to be old with you right?"

"Yeah, why, is that a must?"

"Absolutely it is."

"You wanna be with me when you're old and bald?"

"No no, honey, Harrington's don't bald. Have you seen those pictures of my grandpa in the hallway? How many full heads of grey hair have you ever seen?"

"I can't say very many."

"Exactly, a Harrington specialty. And we'd have a cat, when we're old. "

“Nursing home roomies?”

He looked practically offended at the notion. “Nursing home?! Absolutely not, no way, we spent however long raising those kids, the least they could do is take care of us.”

“Hmm, so no nursing home, only kids—“ “and the cat.” “—and the cat. What if they’re mean to us? Elder abuse.”

“No no, our kids are too good for that. They wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Have you been planning this? Is this what you’re thinking about when Robin calls me because you’re staring off into space?”

“No way baby, this is straight off the cuff.”

“Flying off the handle.”

The hand back over the chest and a shoulder nudging yours. “Rude.”

“Drink your juice.”

Tags: @new-romqntics @sw34terw34ther @beezywriting @haydipoof @avipoof

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mirrortouchedsea · 2 months

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Ah, the hospital. Shu always hated the hospital. So…sterile, so clean. It was for the health of the patients, obviously, but it wouldn’t kill them to add some color somewhere. A nice painting would do wonders, especially in this room. He’s…not really sure why a child was in this wing, a place usually reserved for the elderly. Children’s rooms in hospitals tended to be brighter, more colorful. Everyone deserved that.

Reaping children was a hard job, even for someone immortal like himself. A life cut too short by illness, violence, or sheer accident was always a tragedy. Nobody liked to do it but Shu volunteered for it every time. It was painful, but he wanted the children to be in a comforting presence as they passed on. Something he hadn’t been granted in his own time. The girl on the bed was sick. She wasn’t due to die for a few days yet but he thought he could spend a few days with her before then. At least, for part of them. Death never waits, after all.

Shu often comes in during the early hours when visiting the sick children. If they’re awake, they may be able to see him, talk to him. He smiles and laughs at their bad jokes, listens to their woes. It is easier to move on with someone you trust by your side after all.

He comes in around 2am to visit the most recent addition to his list. She has a few weeks yet but her condition is terminal. When he makes eye contact with her, she curls up in her hospital bed. Maguro Mikejima, the name on her files read. He smiles.

“Hello, Maguro.” Children, he had realized, were more responsive to their first names. “I’m not here to hurt you.”

She uncurls slightly, though still eyes him with a wary look. “W-who are you?”

He kneels by her bedside. “You can call me Shu. How are you feeling?”

“Are you one of the doctors?”

“Something like that.”

She relaxes. “My brother told me not to talk to strangers but…if you’re a doctor then it’s okay.” Shu takes note of a small stuffed toy sitting next to her on the bed.

“I just want to make sure you’re feeling okay. Are you having trouble sleeping?”

“Mmm…I dunno. Sometimes I guess, like right now. It kind of hurts to breathe.”

“I see…” Shu raises a hand and looks at Maguro, waiting for a sign that he could go on. She nods, somewhat hesitantly, but it’s enough. Shu places his hand on her forehead and channels his energy into her. It was a temporary solution and his magic could only make things easier. It wouldn’t work on the underlying problem. She should be fine for the rest of the night at least. “Does that feel any better?”

“Mmm!” She hums happily.

“Good. I have to go now, but I’ll see you again soon, okay?” He held out his hand in a pinky promise, another thing he realized children liked.

“You promise?” She wraps her own pinky around his.

“I promise.”

#shay writes #wip wednesday #i kinda fell in a slump this week oops #but i started this... lis drew some art for it too #i'm scheduling this to post when i wake up so its not like. the middle of the night for lis maopdfi #but i'm excited for this... i also need to work on the 2wink rinne fic so i can get that posted #i want that + sakura-nee fic for my esrewind application.#so gonna have my nose to the grindstone ig for that one #or however the saying goes

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kimbap-r0ll · 2 years

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Hello. May I request a first kiss scenario with Vil, Rook, Jade, (+Neige if you can)?? Like a kiss that's passionate but not to the point its basically making out. Please only write this if you are comfortable with writing this though !! Otherwise you can delete this request!! Plus congrats for reaching 550+ followers!!😊🥰🎂🎂🎊🎁🎉

Hello, thank you for the request! This is super late, and I'm so sorry about that! There's been a lot of requests in my inbox and I'm taking time to catch up rn. Either way, I think what I'm understanding from this is that the kiss is supposed to be a deep one? Like Disney "true love's kiss" kinda feeling? At least that is what I'm going with, hopefully it's an enjoyable read!

Vil, Rook, Jade, Neige x gn!reader giving them a nice first kiss

Vil

He was returning from a fashion show and you were anticipating him that night. He promised to meet you at your dorm when he came back, and though he warned he would come late (as in like, 2am) you still stayed awake to greet him!

He knocked on your door, and, being careful not to wake up Grim who was sleeping upstairs, you shuffled quickly to the front door and opened it to see Vil. He was still wearing some makeup from the show and he had a bunch of designer gifts he had received in his arms.

"I wanted to share some of these with you. I think there's a perfume you might like in one of these," he said before stepping in. He set the items aside and opened his arms to give you a hug. You basically jumped on him and gave him a kiss there.

He froze up. You also realized you had kissed him for the first time. "Oh, I-I'm sorry! I was just so excited to see you-" "Darling, you should kiss me like that again, it was really good." He ends up being the one to make you red in the face. He would be lying if he said the kiss wasn't good, it was like he was melting actually!

He gives you a soft kiss on your lips before taking your hand in his. "Y/n, that was quite brave of you as well. Never thought my first kiss would be so passionate." You blush harder as he continues to tease you about it.

Rook

He was planning on kissing you during one of your walks outside. He was done with the science club meeting he was in and you greeted him at the botanical garden.

"Mon amour, you look stunning as always!" he picks you up and twirls you around. You give him a hug as well before asking where he wanted to go to next. The two of you had been almost everywhere together, so now it was the most obscure places left. He suggested to just stay on campus this time, perhaps closer to the woods.

You guys end up walking around for twenty minutes, and right before you can ask him what else he wants to do now, he asks if you had heard a tale about a princess who woke up by a kiss. He ends up narrating the story dramatically and right at the part where he explains the kiss, he kisses you.

You turn red of course, you hadn't expected him to kiss you and it was his first kiss at that! Yet, you let yourself kiss him back, perhaps deeper than you had expected. The two of you pulled away at the same time as well, and he gave you a small smile.

"Y/n, I didn't know you were such a good kisser," he compliments. You blush and say that it was your first time as well. "I felt like I was floating in the heavens..." "Ah okay, you don't have to compliment me more haha" you end up stopping him before he gets carried away with words lol

Jade

He was, too, planning on giving you your first kiss himself. But it turns out you had been one step ahead of this eel!

You two were out collecting mushrooms together, a date routine the two of you had grown fond of. He was planning on kissing you somewhere here but he hadn't really thought out when. Then, before he knew it, the two of you were going back to Mostro Lounge, he had missed his opportunity! But no fret, there was still the lounge that the two of you were planning to chill in.

While the two of you are sharing a drink, he does the classic "I think there's something on your face" move before going in to kiss you. You were a bit confused at first, but then you saw him come closer and were immediately like "yep, I know what you're doing." Then, you just quickly place your lips on his and he ends up being the one with wide eyes.

He didn't expect to like kissing this much, but here you were basically making him melt into you! He ends up letting himself hug you, closing his eyes and helping you take the kiss deeper. But then Floyd showed up with Azul from seemingly out of nowhere and saw what you two were doing.

"Shrimpy, Jade! Whatcha guys doin' there?!" Floyd yells, and the two of you pull away immediately. Jade has a slight blush on his face but quickly gives you a smirk. "You're a very good kisser, y/n," he whispers before helping you up and telling Floyd that the two of you were just talking. You're going to get a lot of teasing from Jade here on out haha.

Neige

You were waiting for him to finish up filming for a commercial. You were right outside the studio, some of his fans were outside as well but you knew that he would find you in the crowd of people.

Neige stepped out eventually, being the nice celebrity he is he ended up taking an hour to fully escape his fans because he was busy with autographs and pictures haha. He ends up taking you to a nice park where you guys can chill.

He tells you about his day, but he wants to hear about you. "Well, I didn't do much, mainly just finishing homework," you explain. "We should do something exciting now then!" he stands up from the park bench you guys were on, then he asks what you want to do the most right now.

You take this basically as a chance to kiss him. You stand up, tell him "this" before planting a kiss on his lips. His eyes go wide, but he ends up smiling and kissing you deeper. Neige's arms wrap around you and you can feel the kiss go more passionately than you had expected. You two both pull away together.

"Well, that was definitely something more interesting than homework I hope?" he laughs, giving you a peck on your cheek and taking your hand. You nod, giving him a smile as well. "Now I'm going to feel like I'm floating for the rest of the day," you reply. "Great! I think I'll be the same," Neige says. You two end up spending the entire day together, returning to your dorms almost at midnight haha.

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sips-tea-cutely · 2 years

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Congratulations for 800 dear!! It’s well deserved! For the event could I please get 14 and/or 19 with dear Fyodor? Female reader if you wouldn’t mind <3

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“I've lost all control of my heartbeat now, got caught in a romance with her somehow. I still feel a shock through every bone when I hear an, "I love you", 'cause now I've got someone to lose”

a/n: HI I WROTE THIS WITH 3 SHOTS OF COFFEE AT 2AM IN THE DARK I CANT FEEL MY HEART I CAN SEE BONES DAZAI IN FRONT OF ME SORRY IF OOC 😭😭😭 ALSO GOING PST ANONS CURFEW AHAHAHAHAHA

prompt: “You have to come back to me. Because I cannot do this without you.”, “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” & “I can’t lose you again! Please, don’t make me lose you again.”

an accident. it was the reason fyodor was protective of you; being near him at all times, any stranger near you being ‘taken cared of’, and even him checking in on you (how kind of him, no?).

it is also one of the many reasons why he must get rid of abilities. their abilities hurt you— their carelessness hurt you.

fyodor never wanted to include you in any of his plans, you were all too valuable to him. but this— all of the rat members are all recognized criminals to the government, the decay as well are too special in the public eye, and he couldn’t do it himself. no, he needed someone who’d trust him— someone who isn’t special to the government nor the public. it wasnt the ideal situation but it was the one that would give the best results.

“well? will you do it or no?” fyodor’s eyes narrowed at you. he seems to think he looked uncaring but it was obvious with his unusually shaky fingers. “just cause a conflict? sure, it’s not that hard. as long as dazai isn’t near.” you mutter. “very well then, ill have father hawthorne lead him away.” fyodor subtly relaxed his muscles but even so, he seemed tense. “alright then, i’ll do it.”

discussing details took forever. going over the plan— sow rumors of the port mafia’s secrets, reveal the hidden crimes of the agency— they will assume the other had done it or perhaps the guild did it as a last resort to stay alive? a war between the gifted will happen without the decay lifting a single finger.

“alright, fedya, i understand already, no need to continue on…” you grumble. “right, you need to rest too— ah, just—” fyodor scrunched his face in irritation, desperately trying to express his affections for you. “you have to come back to me, i cannot do this without you— i cannot lose you again. so please, don’t make me lose you again.” fyodor’s eyes were often calculating yet at this moment, they had the look of sincerity. “of course, i’ll do my best to stay safe. no need to worry, fedya.”

“yes, now sleep well, my myshka.” he said as lead you to the bed, brushing the hair that lay on the pillows.

┉ˏ͛ ༝̩̩̥͙ ⑅͚˚　　 ҉　　⑅͚˚ ͛༝̩̩̥͙ ˎ┉

fyodor blacked out. he vaguely remembers someone reporting to him that you and hawthorne were arrested for conspiracy. a couple thousands were used to bail, that was no problem but, you were injured. sprained wrist, black eye, bruised body— did they take you tie you up after finding out the truth? perhaps he should really give dazai credit for his intelligence.

the pastor’s incompetence to just distract someone is laughable, the only thing he is good for is to kiss that ms. margaret’s boot. despite his anger, fyodor could feel himself relating to hawthorne— being so lovestruck for one that can’t comprehend just exactly how much he loves you, it’s a feeling that can make a man careless.

there isn’t much to do of what has happened. fyodor carefully disinfected your wounds as he lectured you about carefulness. “fedya, i swear it was just bad luck!.. it’s not really my fault that the agency’s detective was able to sniff me out so quickly...” you whine as he inspected your eye.

he carefully gripped your chin as he bandaged it. “myshka, i am not saying that— mr. edogawa is quite intelligent, you should’ve taken that into account as well.” fyodor wasn’t the best at advice… “well, either way, both of them were away long enough for gogol to find what we truly need. those secrets are barely the worst.”

“gh, then why are you so worried about this?” you scowled, sucking in your breath from the cold ice on your wrist. “do you really not get it? it’s because i want to spend the rest of my life with you. you’re someone who has seen me more than anyone else has before. i have not told most what i have told you— you’re special to me.”

“hm, it’s almost 11. both of us have quite an exciting day… i’ll join you for tonight, my angel.” fyodor looked at the clock before leading you to bed, much more affectionately than usual. if you could only see how love-struck he is.

#mod maki #loving you distantly — 800 followers event #bungo stray dogs imagines #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs imagines #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou sd #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd imagines #bsd x reader #fyodor dostoevsky x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader

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noodyl-blasstal · 1 year

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okay perhaps: build a bear receipt, Mortified, perhaps to literal death, annnnnnd Barry :3

Did this get slightly out of hand? Who could say (me, it did.)

From this prompt list.

Barry knew what Build a Bear was, well, conceptually. You went in, you spent an obscene amount of money, you came out with a creature - possibly one wearing sunglasses and a tutu. It hadn’t been a thing when Barry was a kid, not one his Mum could afford anyway. But now he was stood in one, overwhelmed, confused, and being pressured to make decisions quickly.

The type was easy, Beary Bluejeans had to be a bear. Tick tick, done. Or, it should have been done, but there were 18 different kinds of bear to choose from and no clear parameters for selection. Every single one of them was a sad deflated puddle of fluff, and sure, Barry could relate, but he also knew there had to be a right answer. Gifts were a test. Probably. Well, Barry thought they were a test, and he had never met a test he couldn’t worry extensively about. Lup probably wouldn’t mind, this was just a small gesture, a little joke between friends. She called him Bear, he was going to get her a bear with his signature jeans. Casual, fun, no one’s harbouring any massive crushes and may or may not be in love with anyone else. Lup saw him as a friend and that was fine. All good! What was not all good, was the crowd of children building up around him. He was finding this hard enough without kids bashing into his legs, all sharp elbows and whirling rucksack attacks.

After intense deliberation he decided on a soft medium-brown teddy the shelf proclaimed was ‘vintage.’ Barry could relate, he was vintage too. The modern bears had intensely large eyes or fur that didn’t feel as nice under his fingers - this guy though, this little soft puddle could be him, could be Lup’s, he could be Lup’s… Another kid slammed their elbow into his knee and Barry staggered. How much did he actually need to be here? He could leave, he could put Beary down and go, Lup would never know, no one would know, he didn’t make any promises about doing this. ‘Man Incapable of Purchasing Bear’ would only be a headline in his brain. It might be nice to have a fun new failure to torture himself about at 2am when he couldn’t sleep? Something funky fresh to add to the flagellation rotation. Even as he entertained the thought he knew he wouldn’t do it. The gesture was good, the joke was good, it would make Lup laugh, he loved to make Lup laugh, it was worth some bruising.

Barry finally escaped from the scrum round the toy pelts? Skins? It all sounded bad. He needed to stop thinking about it in taxidermy terms, but this sure was a skin without the meat. Build a Bear was taxidermy for babies and no one could tell him any different. At least he knew the next step, they probably weren’t working with armature, so it’d be stuffing. He had definitely walked past some kind of woolly slushy machine on the way in so he tried to retrace his steps. Did the shop actually need to be this big and this full of people? Maybe they should do adult-only hours where everyone could just pick their bears in silence and form orderly queues and not run into anyone else actually.

“Excuse me!” Someone tapped lightly on his shoulder.

“Sorry, was I supposed to pay over there? I didn’t realise, I thought I did it at the end.” He couldn’t call Lup to bail him out if he got arrested. He couldn’t ruin the surprise… also she’d want pictures, his mug shot would be on t-shirts, mugs, pyjama sets, pillows, he’d never ever live it down. “I’ll pay now here, let me just grab...” Barry nearly dropped Beary as he fumbled for his wallet, but he couldn’t afford to get arrested right now. The stakes were high.

“Oh, you’re not in any trouble Sir! You forgot to get a sound and you can’t forget your new friend’s heart!” She smiled so big that Barry didn’t dare ask what most of the words meant.

“Ah, uh, okay… uh, where do I…?”

“I’ll show you, come with me! I’m Lydia.” Barry tried not to acknowledge the look on her face which clearly telegraphed This Idiot Can’t Bear.

“It’s fine, you can just, uh, point me in the right direction, I just need the stuffing and I should, ah, be fine.” Barry was going to expire on the spot and emerge a terrifying spectre, no one could grab him and make him keep doing bears if he was incorporeal. Lup probably wouldn’t mind, she’d probably think it was rad to be friends with a death spectre… in fact, Barry was fairly sure he remembered her saying something about it being cool to bang a ghost… huh… nope! He couldn’t follow that thought anywhere right now, because apparently he had to think about what sound Beary was going to make and also there was a heart and fuck fuck fuck. Lydia had definitely been explaining. Barry nodded enthusiastically, not wanting her to realise he’d been ignoring her, this wasn’t her fault and she had a job to do.

“Great, it’s 20 seconds. If you head to the bathroom it’ll be a bit quieter.” She shoved a contraption and Barry and nodded encouragingly. “Just speak clearly into it, and remember, 20 seconds. Once you’re done, come back and we’ll start the ceremony.”

“Ceremony? I… wh…” She cut Barry off with a gentle shove towards the bathrooms. There probably wasn’t any point in arguing, he’d already agreed so apparently he was recording a message… a message for Lup. That was fine. He could do that.

Barry couldn’t do that.

Barry was seven practice recordings deep.

Barry was never going to leave the bathroom, he lived here now. If he didn’t record the message then it couldn’t be bad, that was just science. Flawless hypothesis.

He’d already tried something casual. “Hey Lup, it’s me, Beary. I think you’re Beary wonderful.” Bad. Awful. Terrible. D-, she’s never speaking to him again. Funny: “Bear with me, voice message loading…” also bad. Heartfelt… he couldn’t even think about what he’d said, he’d been rambling long after the 20 seconds were done. The bear noises had been fun, roaring in a toilet was a strange experience and Barry usually loved strange experiences, but this was absolutely not it. “Will you Beary me?” was great on the pun front, terrible on the we’re-just-friends-I’m-definitely-not-in-love-with-you side of things. Ghost noises almost won the day until he considered her accidentally rolling on it in the night and waking up spooked. The time he dropped the recorder and swore a lot while trying to pick it up was probably the best of the bunch.

Eventually he settled on Arrane Ben-Vlieaun, or, “the magic cow song” as Lup insisted. He found a corner next to the sink which seemed to have relatively reasonable acoustics and rumbled the first bit out “Cur dty vainney, cur dty vainney, choud's mish ta goaill arrane. Lhig yn curn nish goll harrish, lesh dty vainney my vooaveen.” There. That was probably fine. Lup sometimes got him to sing it when she was struggling to sleep, it made sense to pre-load it in Beary. He definitely didn’t have time for any more attempts, he was surprised Lydia hadn’t already burst through the wall like a terrifyingly peppy terminator.

She zeroed in on him when he emerged. “There you are! I thought you’d gotten lost, are you ready?”

Barry hesitated, maybe he could try one more time… he pulled his hand back as Lydia reached out for the device. No, eight was enough, it had to be enough. The cow song was fine. He nodded and handed over the recording majigger. Lydia smiled even wider, Barry debated counting her teeth, she definitely had too many.

“Fantastic!” Lydia said, then set off towards the fluff box. Barry followed, there was no way off the ride at this point, he may as well keep his arms and legs inside the car. “Okay, so this is very important, we’re going to perform the heart ceremony.”

Barry is fairly sure this is going to be different to the type of heart ceremonies in his books at home… probably? There definitely weren’t any ceremonial knives on display. “Okay?”

“You’re going to develop your special bond with your new friend…?” Lydia paused and looked at Barry expectantly.

“Beary.”

“Beary. Huh…”

“He’s called Beary Bluejeans.” Barry added, thinking that might make her stop doing the squinchy face at him. It didn’t.

“That’s… super!” She said after a long pause. “So, we’re going to make sure you and Beary build a special bond and you always look after him and love him forever and ever.”

“It’s okay, we can just do the stuffing, that’s fine, I uh, I don’t need to, you know, do the uh, the bonding thing.”

Lydia gave him a hard look. “We don’t send the bears home with just anyone, we need to know you’re going to look after Beary Bluejeans.”

Barry wasn’t sure he’d felt fear like this before… did he actually like Lup enough to go through with this? Was he scared enough of Lydia to do whatever she said? “What do I have to do?” He’d die for Lup, multiple times if necessary, and he was fairly sure Lydia would put him in the ground without a second thought - still smiling - if she felt he wouldn’t be a competent guardian for Beary.

Lydia solemnly handed him a small plastic heart. “This is Beary Bluejeans’ heart. We’re going to establish your bond now. Are you ready?”

Barry waited for further instruction.

“Are. You. Ready?” He wasn’t sure a polite tone had ever felt so much like knives.

“Yeah, uh, yes Lydia.”

Her smile was back. “Fantastic, take Beary’s heart and rub it on your toes so he’s totally awesome.”

“I’m… what?”

“Rub it on your toes so he’s totally awesome.” Lydia repeated, then mimed the action. Barry looked longingly towards the exit, it wasn’t that far, he could probably just drop Beary’s floppy corpse and run. “Sir, on your toes, so he’s toe-tally awesome.”

Barry bent over and ignored the rice crispies and milk noises his back made in protest. He swiped the plastic across his shoe.

“Now rub it on your cheeks so Beary gives warm smiles.” Barry didn’t think it was particularly hygienic to rub something on his toes and then his face, but who was he to fly in the face of the experts? He rubbed the heart quickly on his cheek.

“Rub it on your hip so he’s hip and cool.”

Barry was at least 90% Lydia was messing with him by this point. Barry wasn’t hip, he wasn’t cool, and he certainly wasn’t funky fresh. If Taako was here Barry could probably scoop up some of his vibes, but Barry certainly wasn’t a reliable coolness supply. Beary was going to get Barry’s clicky hip, lose all the street cred he’d earned in his short life, and say goodbye to his fuzzy charisma.

“Nearly there! Rub it on your arms so Beary always gives good hugs.”

Barry promised himself he was never going to return to Build a Bear, this was hell, Lydia was the devil. He swished the heart near his arm.

“Like you mean it, Sir. You want him to give good hugs don’t you?” Lydia sing songed, loudly enough for the line behind him to hear.

Barry quickly rubbed the heart more forcefully across both arms.

“Now spin around to make him magical!” Barry was not going to spin around, he was going to think heavy thoughts and let himself sink into the floor. He wouldn’t have to exist in this room or any room ever again, he wouldn’t have to spin around with a stupid anatomically inaccurate heart, or deal with the line of children who were probably staring and laughing at him right now. Floor Barry, Flarry, he’d never have let this happen. “Don’t you want Beary to be magical, Barry?” No. He wanted Beary to be finished so he could leave. But Lup, Lup would probably want Beary to be magical… fine. Fine! Barry was going to spin around. He shuffled in a begrudging circle.

“And lastly, make a big wish!”

Barry wished this was over. That he was at home. That he hadn’t decided to get Lup this stupid bear. He wished he was brave enough to tell her he’d been in love with her for the last 8 years and probably would be for the rest of his life. But none of these wishes seemed like something he should wrap up in Beary. Barry considered for a moment, then wished, and wished hard that Lup would like him. Beary… obviously. The wish would know who he meant, it didn’t matter how he phrased it.

“So lastly, I need you to promise to always care for Beary, and seal the magic promise with a kiss.” Lydia was dead behind the eyes, Barry could tell, no one could be this chipper, not for the 6 years her badge said she’d worked there.

“Okay.” Said Barry. There was an excruciating pause. Lydia looked at him expectantly. Was he supposed to say more? Were there proper words? “I promise to, uh, to, take care of you Beary?”

“Are you asking, or telling?” Lydia said sweetly.

“I promise to always take care of you Beary.” Please let this be over.

“Now kiss his heart.”

This definitely wasn’t hygienic, not with all the rubbing and spinning. Barry decided to keep those concerns to himself. Lydia finally seemed satisfied, and instructed him on the foot pedal that would help him add the fluff to Beary.

They stuffed, fluffed, stopped for hug tests, and decided on the appropriate firmness. Barry could feel the heat in his face, but at least no one he knew was here to see it. Taako would never let him life this down. But it was fine, he was a 50 year old guy cuddle testing a bear which occasionally sang about milk at him in his own gravelly hum when he pressed the voice chip by accident and that was fine. Twenty entire seconds of excruciating singing while he waited for it to shut up and Lydia pretended not to be laughing about it. He was totally fine.

Lydia deftly stitched up the hole in Beary and handed him back. “Now I’m going to shoo you off to the grooming station so you can get Beary all fluffed and puffed and ready for snuggles. Have a wonderful day now!” Her relief was palpable.

Barry fled as soon as Lydia dismissed him, maybe he could skip the grooming, he didn’t really need to do that, surely? Beary seemed fine.

“Over here Sir! I’m Edward and I’m here to help you get your new friend looking their very best.”

Barry couldn’t outrun him, Edward was at least 30 years younger than him and looked like he’d be able to tackle Barry before he could make it three steps. “Okay.” His voice cracked. Maybe this was hell? Barry couldn’t leave, there would always be another step and another smiling assistant to help him.

Edward pointed at a large fake bath which swarmed with children. “You can give your new friend a bath and then we’ll dry them off and get them combed nicely for you.”

“Jeans!” Barry refused, he absolutely refused to pretend to bathe Beary surrounded by children who were no doubt just as sharp of elbow as the first group.

“I’m… I’m sorry Sir?” Edward looked nonplussed, but Barry refused to get suckered into this one. Next they’d tell him he could get custom smells.

“I.. uh, thanks Edward, but Beary’s good, he doesn’t need a bath, see! Super soft. He just needs some jeans please, then I’d like to check out. Thank you very much for your help.” There, he was doing it, Barry was a guy who could say what he wanted.

“Oh, sure, no problem, the clothes are over here!” Edward grinned easily and indicated a towering wall of options. “Have a great day, you can register Beary there when you’re done.” He pointed at a large bank of computer terminals. Of course, of course there were more steps.

“Then I can leave?”

Edward frowned. “I’m sorry.”

“I can pay and go, when I’ve done the computers bit?”

“Yeah?” Edward raised an eyebrow at Barry as if he was being insane, then remembered he wasn’t allowed to do that. “I mean, yes Sir, of course, the tills are just on the other side of the computer terminals.”

Barry grabbed the first denim he saw, shoved Beary into them at speed, tapped Captain Professor Dr. Beary Bluejeans esq.’s details into the computer terminals and finally, finally, smelled freedom. Beary was safely ensconced in his ‘house’ (which Barry was apparently allowed to colour in), Barry was handed a birth certificate, rinsed for more money than he anticipated, and finally allowed to leave. He blinked groggily as he emerged into the daylight. Barry was never ever ever returning to that cursed shop. Even for Lup. He could have sworn he’d lost years of his life wandering around that maze and trying to complete all the stupid tasks.

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Barry left the box on the doorstep, rang the bell, and fled. This was how friends delivered gifts, it was fine, in fact, Lup didn’t even have to know it was from him. His phone rang, Lup’s ringtone dragged his hand to his pocket before he’d even thought about it.

“Hey Barold, what’s in the goth box? I love the paint job, flame decal door is going right onto my Lup’s Dreamhouse wishlist.”

“I… uh.” Said Barry, intelligently.

“I can see you fleeing down the street, wanna turn round, Bluejeans? Not that the view is bad from here. Wink.”

Barry wheezed down the phone, turned, turned back, and debated throwing himself into a bush. If she couldn’t see him she couldn’t tease him, right?

“Okay… You continue rotating, my guy. Lup’s cracking into goth house of wonder to see what you got me.”

“I… I, well, you see… It’s… er.”

“Barold… Barry…” Lup gasped for breath. “Barry, why… why is this bear wearing hot pants?”

“Yes.” Said Barry. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe if he explained? She didn’t understand how much he needed to escape by the trouser selection stage.

“The bear is wearing denim hotpants.”

“They’re blue jeans.”

“My guy, they are blue jorts.”

“He’s called Beary.”

“Beary Bluejorts?” Lup cackled so hard he had to move the phone away from his ear. He moved it back just in time to hear “I love him.”

#Barry's Lup ringtone is Short Skirt Long Jacket by CAKE because she likes the bit about cutting through red tape #Fire regs? No thanks!#TAZ Fic #Prompt game #The Adventure Zone #Blupjeans #Barry Bluejeans #Lup #Lup Tacco #Did the customer service crew start life as the wonder twins? No. But they were terrible and then I what iffed #Noodyl Writes

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mingiswow · 1 year

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Can you make an angsty imagine where hwasa comes home drunk and reader tries to help her but she doesn’t want any and Hwasa ends up yelling at reader and saying something she doesn’t mean(something reader told her she was insecure about).

Alcohol Lies | Ahn Hyejin

Pairing: Hwasa x gender neutral!reader

Genre: little fluff, angst

Word count: +1k

Content warning; established relationship, reader is taller than Hyejin, a few curse words, mention of alcohol consumption, Hwasa says more than she should, reader is insecure about their relationship (I think that’s all if I forgot something let me know)

A/n: thx anon for the request. I’m not really good with angst but I hope you enjoy 🥰

You shouldn’t blame her. It was technically not her fault. But you also couldn’t just take her responsibility away. Drunk or not, she was wrong and hurt you.

The night before she went out with some of her friends, you didn’t care much, she always went out without you since you are more of a homey person. Hyejin was looking ravishing as always, her body being pressed tight against her pair of jeans, her chest being covered by a simple piece of fabric that almost left nothing to imagination.

“What do you think, baby?” She twirled showing you a 360° view of her outfit and beauty, a smile planted on her lips as she waited for you to compliment her as you always did. She didn’t need that, but she loved how much you showered her in compliments and love.

“The hottest girl alive as always” you walked towards her, right hand slipping her waist and holding her lower back, the left one holding her by the nape of her neck and bringing your face closer to yours, her eyes looking up to you in such adoration as she but her lower lip. “I’m the luckiest to have you as my girlfriend” you teased her lips with yours. “What have I done to deserve you all to myself?” You finally kissed her, lips quite angry for each other and Hwasa damned herself because she promised her fired she’d go, otherwise she would stay at home and enjoy your company.

She broke the kiss first, pushing you jokingly away. “Stop, you’ll ruin my makeup” you smirked as if you wanted to say that that was the idea. “I’ll be quick there okay? Just a few drinks and I’ll come back home to you” you nodded and she gave you one last peck before leaving the apartment.

You sighed suddenly feeling lonely in the empty place and decided to clean a little to pass the time.

It was past 2am when you heard the front door click open and then close. You weren’t able to sleep after the adrenaline of the chores so decided to read until your girlfriend arrived.

You could sense she was past the point of sanity when she took longer to arrive in the room, stumbles and stumps sounds being heard on the way. When she appeared in the door the smell of alcohol almost flooded your nose. Her makeup was a little smeared, probably from laughing to hard or crying, eyes droopy and a stupid smile on her lips.

“Jin-ah, are you okay?” You hurried to her side and held her and she almost fell entering the room. “How much have you drunk?” She giggled.

“Just a little bit” the woman hiccuped and threw herself on your arms and then you noticed that one of the ties on the back of her top was untied.

“Babe, why is your top untied?” She tried to look at her back and failed. “Did someone do something to you?” You asked genuinely worried, she was quite strong for alcohol but when she drank too much she had the tendency to let herself go loose too much. If her friends were equally drunk, no one took care of her drunk state.

“No one did nothing to me, yn. Stop being so worried. I’m a grown up” Hyejin snapped, pushing you away from her tumbling body.

“I know that, but you get too happy when you drink too much”

“Are you calling me a slut?” She suddenly screamed. You felt confused at her reaction. “I’m not a slut and you don’t have the right to call me that!” The woman started walking away but her wobbly feet wouldn’t let her. You rushed to her side to help her, but she pushed you away again. “Don’t touch me! I don’t want to see you”

“Babe, I’m sorry I didn’t me-“

“Fuck you, yn! You don’t deserve me and you never will! You don’t treat me right and I feel like you don’t even care or love me. But you wanna know what? I’m better than you, I deserve better” in that moment you had tears starting to fall from your eyes. How could she? “I could be with anyone that I wanted to tonight, I had a bunch of people coming at me and wanting to pay me a drink to get into my pants and instead I decided to come back to you like a stupid little bitch” you were now crying, defeated, destroyed.

Hyejin knew how you felt about her, about your life. She knew that you constantly felt like you weren’t enough for her, that you couldn’t give her what she deserved. You had a boring 9-5 job, got just enough money to have a comfortable home and life with not many luxuries, and yet she had chosen you. Out of all the people she met, out of all the people that had hit on her even once she chose you. And despite her always cherishing you and telling you that she loved you and supported you and you were the best thing in her life, even then there was that little sting of pain and doubt that she deserved better than you.

And you couldn’t believe she told those words to you, all because you were worried about her safety and wanted to help her. They always say that there are three types of people that don’t lie: kids, elderly and drunk people. So if she told those things while drunk it was because she was holding it while sober.

You stared at each other as she started to realize what she said. The alcohol slowly exiting her system naturally.

“Yn… I didn’t-“ she stopped mid-sentence, eyes wide with realization.

“I… I think I need some time” you grabbed your phone, wallet and car keys.

“Yn, please, I’m sorry” she followed you around. “Please, let’s talk”.

“I need some time to think, Hyejin, and so do you” you opened the front door as you put on your shoes. “Reevaluate our relationship” she started crying. “I’m sorry I couldn’t give what you deserved” you closed the door behind you and left a deep breath out, tears streaming down your face as you made your way to your parents’ house.

Hyejin fell down on the floor, crying as much as you were. What had she done?

#bee requests #bee asks #kpop #kpop x reader #kpop reactions #kpop headcanons #kpop scenarios #kpop angst #Hwasa #Hyejin #Hwasa x reader #Hwasa scenarios #Hwasa angst #Hwasa headcanons

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the-himawari · 1 year

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A3! Utsuki Chikage - Translation [SR] Festival of Blooming (2/2)

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Itaru: Here you go.

Chikage: …

Itaru: So dirty. Is this actually washed? …Can you stop giving me that look? They’re freshly washed. Rest assured.

Chikage: I’ll borrow them for a second then.

-pause-

Chikage: Heh, they’re comfortable. These clothes.

Itaru: Is this how a kid feels when they lend their clothes to their parents…

Chikage: Oh, right. I’d like to borrow a controller.

Itaru: Well, I do use those. Here you go. It’s okay if this one breaks.

Chikage: I’m not going to act that violently. Or perhaps I should exaggerate my acting a bit?

Itaru: Please put a cap on it.

Chikage: Understood. Alright, I’m starting. “Ha? Time out? It’s a Friday night, there’s no way nobody’s on. Damn normies enjoying their lives.” “I’m gonna banish you shitty small fry to the shadow realm.” “Rip in peace in pieces.”

Itaru: (That’s probably me when my match up isn’t going well, or when I'm pissed off because I can't beat a lower ranked opponent…)

Chikage: “Hell yeah! You really thought, huh? Trash.”

Itaru: (Wait, this trash-talking vocabulary…!)

Chikage: “Ah, senpai came back without me even realizing, huh? GJ with the corporate slaving.” “Woah, it’s already 2AM…”

Itaru: (Here’s the turn of events I hate… It’s me when I’m torn between sleeping or eating, but I’m doing neither.”

Chikage: “Should I have some ramen? Do you want some too, senpai? I’ll share.” “Eh, clean up my garbage? Of course I will.” “Tomorrow or the day after that.” And scene. That was typical Chigasaki. What do you think?

Itaru: …It was good. I’m not aware of my typical movements or facial expressions. But I just naturally accepted that was me.

Chikge: Good to hear.

Itaru: That’s why I have mixed feelings though. When I'm shown my undisciplined self objectively, it’s not that… I don’t feel sorry or a little ashamed.

Chikage: Do you understand what I’m trying to convey to you?

Itaru: “Re-evaluate how you live”, right?

Chikage: You’re not wrong. But I’ll give you 40 points.

Itaru: Here comes the sudden scoring system.

Chikage: Even you yourself feel ashamed of your lifestyle… But, even so, I have never thought I wanted to switch rooms. To my great surprise.

Itaru: We all know that’s a lie.

Chikage: I’m not counting the times it’s merely crossed my mind. You can say what you feel out loud. And you can relieve your stress and lift your own spirits by creating a space to release your emotions… I think that’s one good thing about you that I don’t have. I wonder if that means in a way, I envy you.

Itaru: —.

Chikage: Of course I do want you to improve and fix your lifestyle.

Itaru: That stings.

Chikage: In any case, you can just stay as you are. Surprisingly, I don’t dislike seeing you being so free, Chigasaki.

Itaru: Seriously?

Chikage: Probably.

Itaru: Probably? Well… thank you. I look forward to continuing living together.

Chikage: I’ll be in your care.

Itaru: Shall we take the instant photo now? I’ll leave the pose to you.

Chikage: Understood.

Itaru: Here goes. 3, 2, 1—.

*click*

Chikage: What do you think? I tried to be you.

Itaru: 82 points.

Chikage: I feel like I just barely achieved an “A” rank in this minigame of dodging-the-question.

Itaru: Oh, that’s my roomie for you. Correct.

Chikage: By the way, I ate this to prepare for my role.

Itaru: Oh, that’s the cup noodles I like.

Chikage: You told me it tastes good when it’s a little soggy, so I made sure to leave it a little longer before I ate it.

Itaru: It was good, right?

Chikage: 35 points.

Itaru: That’s the lowest score of the day…

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#a3!#a3! translation #utsuki chikage #act! addict! actors!

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It was 2am. How the hell was it already 2am? How the hell was it only 2am? Deziree should have been asleep at least 4 hours ago! Beauty sleep was a highly valued commodity when you could no longer afford Botox and the 111SKIN Celestial Black Diamond Eye Cream. Why wasn't she sleeping?!?!

Ah, that's right. She couldn't. Her stupid brain would not shut the fuck up. Every time she closed her eyes, something else reminded her of another something else, and another, and another, until her whole brain was very, very, very loud and oh-- were those tears?

The 111SKIN Celestial Black Diamond Eye Cream couldn't even save you from those. Not from the tears, or the necklace, or the kiss, or Charlotte La Bouff, or that other blonde, or--or-- Maybe she should dye her hair? Go Kardashian blonde or something. Oh my God, but the box dye! Ew! God, her life was so over!!

What would her mom say? Did it matter what mom would say? Eugh, of course it matter. It had been so long, and still, as ever, Deziree did not know who she was without mom's heavy stare and marked words.

She was basically a failure, if mom could call her something. All that practise to get a man, get money, have status, and here she was barely making her car payments and hung up on a no-name boy who was (at least in Deziree's eyes) interested in everyone and anyone. God forbid mom finds out about the buttons...

The truth was, despite her personal failings, she couldn't stop thinking about stupid Travis Montgomery in amongst how absolutely desperate she was to just fall asleep.

She couldn't help but think about that kiss, hidden beneath a dark veil in the corner of a party, or the necklace that was stuffed in a box at the back of a drawer. She couldn't help but think about the coffee, or the car ride, or... Anastasia puking in the back of said car. Ew! Way to ruin the moment again, Stas!

Deziree could only hope there wasn't another phone call to go pick her sister up tonight, because tiredness and driving wasn't a good combo, even if she could use someone's shoulder to cry on. She sure as shit wasn't going to wake up Ella at this hour.

It was 2am and Deziree was exhausted. She was hysterical. She was delirious okay?! Deziree did the unthinkable.

She picked up her phone, found his name, and hit record on what was only supposed to be a short, to the point voice note. "Hey, this is--"

Sniff.

"--This is gonna sound really stupid, but, like, um, do you remember that, uh, that one time that you came by to pick me up because Stas was a riot and you were like hey, anytime, no problem bestie? And there was coffee and you saw my-- nevermind! Not that point. The point is-- I don't know what the point is. The point is! That-- Look, I know it's like 3am and you're probably sleeping or off, I don't know, like making out with someone or fixing a car or something but I can't stop-- I can't-- I can't sleep."

Just enough pause for a deep inhale.

"I can't sleep and it's driving me nuts and I don't even know what I'm saying or why I'm even making this voice note or-- no. No, I do. You said if I needed you I should call you and... I know this isn't technically a call but..."

And an exhale.

"But if you're awake, I wouldn't mind..."

And thus, the voice note went on for a further 3 minutes, becoming no clearer as time went on.

Whoosh.

Turns out, holding your thumb on the record button for 5 minutes is quite tiring and... whoosh! The message sent the moment her too-tired finger was released.

Gasp.

The post-send clarity was a bit too real...

Oh no! Oh no, no, no! That wasn't supposed to send! Shit!! Shit, shit, shit, delete, delete, please del-- It's fine, he's not online! It's fine, this is-- wait-- he's online, why is he online?! Why is he online at 3 in the morning?! Deleeeeete!!

Deziree's heart-rate spiked well above safe levels when the read receipt lit up blue. The only thing she could possibly do was send another voice note to make it absolutely clear that he should not listen to the first voice note! (He'd seen it, she couldn't delete it yet. Then he'd know something was wrong!!)

"DON'T LISTEN TO THAT LAST MESSAGE IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO SEND IT WAS ACTUALLY AN ACCIDENTAL RECORDING AND IT'S NOT IMPORTANT!!!"

And another.

"You can just ignore it. Seriously! Everything is actually fine. Go back to sleep or fixing your car or whatever, just pretend you didn't even see anything. Bye! Goodnight! Fu--"

If her life wasn't already over, it certainly was now...

@but-theylovehim

#deziree #travis #/that eye cream is £185 🤢#trigger warning for deziree expressing emotions like a human being #... tags written before i finished the drabble... she actually doesn't emote like a real human being at all......#posts that were supposed to be starters that turned into drabbles

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