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serenity-songbird · 2 years

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hi i hope ur doing good, i have a south park request for main 4(Kenny,cartman,Stan, and kyle obv) where even though theyre young the reader started puberty already and developed fast? i dont mean to make it seem sexual i just mean like maybe the boys feel embarrased talking to her? lol sorry if this doesnt make sense i just rlly like the way u write🥲 and also i would like seperate pls and platonic or romantic, whatever u want and also the reader a girl pls. Sorry if u are uncomfortable with any of this thats perfectly okay if u are so just feel free to ignore this then. and thank u either way for taking the time to read this even if u dont do it! have a good day or night, and make sure to rest, drink plenty of water and eat food!❤️

(There's no reason to be uncomfortable. I think the concept is cute. Don't worry. I'm also drinking more water and eat fine. Thank you! 💜💜💜)

I really hope you can tolerate being puked on...

Because it is going to happen a lot...

He's super embarrassed about it.

Avoids you for a while.

In the end his mother had to explain it.

He asks his father for advice...but it's not good advice.

"Stan, never ever piss off a woman on her period. They get scary and mean."

Did not help his internal conflict.

After that, he apologizes and stops avoiding you.

"Sorry. I had no idea that you have to go through this every month."

He really tries to understand. Though He still doesn't get it completely.

He will sneak peaks at your growing chest. (Respectively of course).

He'll get you snacks and anything you need.

You'll have to tell him what to get first before he leaves.

Because the first time, he came back with diapers thinking that was what you needed.

He's a sweetheart.

A confused and anxiety filled one because of his dad's "advice."

But a sweetheart nonetheless.

He takes it more mature than the others.

I mean, he does get embarrassed at first.

Like, were you always this pretty?

Doesn't know how to approach you.

He will ask his mom for advice, awkwardly.

Once his mother explains it, he feels bad of all the pain women go through monthly.

"Hey, my mom told me all about what girls go through during puberty. I'm sorry about being awkward before. I got you some items that may help."

Will do research on ways to remedy the pain and what products you might need.

He has Ibuprofen, hot pads, and your favorite snacks in his locker in case you need it.

This man chugs his Respect Women Juice.

And if Cartman shits on you for hitting puberty, he'll beat his ass.

Kyle is your right hand man and he helps you feel less awkward.

Will still include you in groups activities with the boys and breaks the tension.

Ignores Cartman's complaints.

You appreciate his efforts in trying to understand.

While he might not get it completely, he knows enough to make you feel comfortable and normal.

You are grateful for him.

He doesn't get weirded out or awkward about it like the others.

In fact, he's excited.

Not about the bleeding. Gross.

More so on the fact that you were developing a bigger chest and wider hips.

As we all know, Kenny is very perverted.

So of course he'll try and flirt with you.

Like Kyle, he also does research, but in secret.

He doesn't change the way he acts around you for the most part.

Except for the fact that he offers to give you hip, shoulder, or back massages.

He claims it helps with the cramps, which it does in a sense.

But you know he just wants to cop a feel.

"Are your boobs sore again? Let me hold them for you."

You politely decline.

All perverted jokes aside, he really does try to help you out when you're on your period.

Like, you gotta go through that shit every month?! That sucks ass!

Will offer peace offerings like flowers he picked up from the ground or some origami project that will make you smile.

(He can't really buy you anything).

The fact that Kenny doesn't make it weird for you is relieving.

You may or may not let him massage your shoulders since it feels nice.

ONLY the shoulders.

He is the literal worst out of the four.

Like, he does NOT take it well.

"Ewww gross! You're bleeding!? Get away from me!"

Will avoid you like the plague.

Literally believes that periods are contagious.

Kyle did beat his ass a few times for his remarks he kept making.

Absolutely loses his SHIT if you were to accidentally brush against him or touch him.

Cries to his mom saying he's now going to bleed every month now.

His mom had to sit him down and explain to him what puberty Is like for woman. And that boys can't get periods.

He is relived and just utterly DISGUSTED.

Eventually will stop avoiding you.

But when it's that time of the month, he will throw snacks to you, so you can get your mood swings away from him.

You're pissed, but still accept the free food.

I mean come on, who'll deny free sweets?

It takes a while for things to get back to normal.

He will start making snide comments here and there.

Overall, -10/10 reaction.

#south park #south park x reader #sp style #south park headcanons #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #eric cartman #kenny mccormick #kyle x reader #stan marsh x reader #cartman x reader #kenny x reader

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redheadspark · 2 years

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can i pretty please get an angsty/fluff with Azriel using 37. "You are worth everything and so much more" and 49. "I love you, every single thing about you" please and thank you!

A/N: I like this request! Thank you anon!

Worth

Summary: Your mating bound with Azriel makes you doubt your worth as a potential mate. Azriel, however, doesn't see it that way

Warnings: A mix of fluff and angst

"So....you and Azriel are mates then?"

"....yeah"

Mor gave you a sweet smile, you sitting nervously in your chair as you were fiddling with your fingers and grasping some of the material in your dress. This recent discovery was a huge slap across your face, making your nerves stand on end with that tug of the bound strumming hard and deep.

Strumming towards Azriel. The Spymaster of Night Court.

How could you have a mating bound with him? Of all beings there in Velaris, your bound was singing and screaming out for Azriel. You two were such opposites, his cool and almost scary demeanor to your shy and meekness. His tough fighting style to your pacifist nature. But there was something about Azriel that did draw you into him, something deep inside of himself that made you see his heart was in the right place and he fought for good and for the weak.

When you felt the bound hum, you were working in the garden at the Townhouse with Elain, it was strumming so loud in your chest that you paused in your weed pulling and you sat back on your legs. It felt like the dull heartbeat tuner your wrist that was pounding against the muscles, the aching and yearning to be near Azriel and to have his company close by to be satisfied.

You were beyond scared, and you had to talk to Mor.

"You make it sound like you're being punished for having a mate," Mor explained calmly as you two were sitting in the parlor at the Townhouse. You shook your head, reaching over to clutch your glass of water as Mor was nursing a glass of red wine, "I think it's a great match, you and Az,"

"But," You paused, Mor raising an eyebrow for you to continue, "It's Azriel!"

"That much we know thus far," Mor commented in a joking tone, but she saw the scared look on your face as she cocked her head gently at you, "Do you...not wish to mate with Azriel?" "I'm thinking of the other way around," You muttered, then chugging some of the water as Mor looked at you with wide eyes.

"You think he won't want you?" She asked, reading your mind as you were clutching the glass in a death grip, "Honey, Azriel wouldn't think like that about you. He thinks nothing but the best of you,"

"But what am I to him when it comes to being a fae?" You countered, Mor going quiet as you sighed and leaned your head back in frustration, "I'm no fighter or warrior, or one for delegations and politics. I'm not even High Fae...just a seamstress with barely a family name,"

"If I know one thing about Azriel, and I have known him for centuries on end, he doesnt care for titles or rank. He sees past that, which I find admirable because of how rare you find that in a man," Mor explained as she played her glass on the table and rubbed your arm soothingly, "And I see how he watched and interacts with you. Azriel is enraptured with you,"

You looked at her, almost dumfounded with the notion that the Spymaster would find interest in you. He seemed like someone who was too powerful and too intimidating to find love and interest in someone like you. You were always so sure of yourself when it came to your worth, but it felt like Azriel was on a different pillar and level.

"Talk to him," Mor urged you, her voice calming and gentle, "It doesn't hurt to talk to him and see what he thinks. But I know deep down, he would be honored to call you his mate,"

So after you two spoke, you decided to be brave and talk with Azriel with what was on your heart and what was making you hesitant. He deserved the truth, not wishing to play with his heart or your own. He met you at the House of Wind, the rest of the home was deserted since it seemed as though Mor warned them all. But as you stood at the balcony, overseeing the beauty and peacefulness of Velaris in the deep evening, Azriel made his presence known when he walked out on the balcony from behind you. Instantly, you felt his presence that was thrumming in your chest, not screaming out for you to recognize what was meant to be.

Why was your head getting in the way though?

"Mor told me what was bothering you about....about our bond," Azriel said calmly, sounding very certain and yet hesitant at the same time while he stood behind you. You stayed quiet for a moment, not knowing what to say or how to say it. Part of you wished to be honest and open with Azriel, but the other side of afraid of hurting his feelings in the process. From what you heard from Mor and what she has confessed to you, Azriel had feelings for you and has had them for some time. It wasn't that you didn't reciprocate the feelings, you were in the same boat and your feelings for him grew over time. But you felt your value would be less than what Azriel desired or deserved.

"I don't find myself worthy of you," You explained simply, clutching the balcony railing as your eyes were trained on the city below you and the bickering lights that made the night a bit brighter, "I wish to be honest with you, Azriel. You are a high ranking soldier here, a Spymaster, admired by everyone you meet. I'm....I'm just a dressmaker with no title or no rank,"

It sounded so pathetic when you said it, but since it was out in the open there was no need to hide it or make it simpler. Azriel had the right or know what you were thinking about and what was holding you back in wishing to accept the Bond. You thought of how others would think of the pair of you together, how the judgement would come. Not to mention how you felt as though you couldn't be up to par with all that Azriel was.

But Azriel took a few more steps over in your discretion, you could feel his presence behind you as you were attempting to stay still and not show him how scared you were in your stance and in your eyes.

"I have to disagree with you," He said simply, you pausing on your feet as he sounded very sure and determined, "I feel as though I am the one not worthy of you,"

That made you slowly turn around, seeing how he was 10 feet away and watched you with vulnerability in his eyes and looseness in his stance. You looked in shock, thinking you heard something else and your mind was playing tricks on you.

"Don't say that to make me feel better," You pleaded gently, but Azriel shook his head.

"I'm telling the truth," He explained, "Ever since I met you...you have always been on my mind. Whether it was the way you spoke about your craft and how much you love making dresses, or the softness of your soul that you would bear to me consistently. You make it seem so easy to be open and vulnerable, and I envy that."

You were watching him in silence as he took another step closer, the mating bond was thumping louder now in your ears and under your skin.

"Your kindness and need to have peace is something I wish to have and cherish, and I fell in love with that first. Then it was how you could make my day lighter and brighter with your words and jokes, even the sillier ones," He went on, you lightly smiling and feeling a few tears about to come out from your eyes from hearing all of this, "And lastly, whenever I was in your presence and your beauty....I couldn't breathe for a moment or two. Far before I felt our bond...I felt a tug towards you that I never wanted to let go. I don't wish to....and I'll do anything you ask to have you believe that I fell in love with you. I love you, every single thing about you."

"You....you love me?" You asked sheepishly, Azriel took another few steps to be right in front of you and gaze down at you with his hazel eyes. It seemed like it was too good to be true, maybe a sick dream. To hear the very Spymaster that you've pinned for and felt unworthy of, pour his heart to you and made it sound so heavenly and simple at the same time.

"I would be honored to call you my mate, because you make me wish to better. I can't picture my life without you in it, and I don't have the courage to do so," he said softly, being so close to you as he reached up to cradle your jaw with his scarred hands. You were silent, eyes wide as Azriel showed his love in his eyes and in his hold along your face, "I'll change all of me to have you as my mate. You are worth everything and so much more, and I only hope you feel the same,"

Nothing could prepare you for how your own heart was exploding with the notion of being loved by Azriel. To know that he loved you, that the feeling was mutual, and your bond was no mistake or no chance. It was real, the bonding tug was feeling so strong and yet so warm. The warm almost being a sign that you two were content in this bond and you accepted it.

All you could do was lean up to kiss him, taking the first step you were so hesitant to take. Within a moment, Azriel moved his hands to your waist and held you close in his arm, so possessively and protectively like you two were the last being in Velaris. It felt that way, the softness and intimate feeling of his lips on yours and his fingers along your hips and waist made your head spin and your bond expand.

That night was the first of your new life together, the best night of your life.

The End.

#azriel x oc #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #actoar #azriel acotar #acotar fandom #acotar fanfiction #azriel x y/n #azriel x you #fanfiction #writing

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babybatscreationsv2 · 1 year

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bro what if drunk peter made out with one of the avengers one night but then the next morning he doesnt remember who???? and they were all roommates????

-not h i cant believe youd think its h

Dude what if-

Water, tylenol, and Bucky's miracle might have been enough to ease his hangover, but it did absolutely nothing for the embarrassment that churned his stomach.

"Gotta drink the whole thing, kiddo," Bucky encouraged. He tipped his own glass back and chugged the remains of something thick and yellow-green. Peter looked at his lips and he tried to remember. Was it him? Bucky was warm and strong and that's what he remember. Strong arms? A metal arm? Dammit, he couldn't tell. It was so foggy.

"You alright, Pete?"

"Yeah, just uh..." he laughed awkwardly. Bucky smiled. "Well, bottoms up. Steves cooking'll gag you if you haven't recovered by the time he gets up."

"Ha ha." Steve came in from behind him and smacked his ass. Bucky only laughed and gave it back to him. Peter watched his hand as he pulled open the refrigerator. Was that the hand that had squeezed his ass? Encouraged his clumsy rutting to his hip?

"Crazy night, huh?" Steve said as he turned around.

"Yeah..." Peter agreed, but he had no idea what to say beyond that. How did he ask without asking?

"Morning, kid," Tony came into the kitchen and ruffled his hair. Same as every morning. He looked grumpy and hung over. Bucky put a glass of the yellow stuff in his hands and tossed it back with a grateful half smile. He wiped his his mouth dry. "How'd everyone sleep?"

Facial hair? Did he remember facial hair? Tony was probably an expert kisser and whoever it was really knew what they were doing. It could have been, but...

Natasha joined the group next. Her eyes were dark, but she the most lively besides Steve who never seemed to get hungover. Was it her? Soft hair, soft lips, he remembered that, but any of them could have been soft just like any of them could have had the strong arms that had picked him up and set him on their lap.

Peter groaned and put his head down on the counter. Clint and Bruce wandered in while everyone chatted. Thor and Sam would probably stay passed out for a while, they didn't usually bother getting up after a big night. He was pretty sure Loki had made an appearance last night, but there was no telling whose bed he was in until they carried breakfast back for him. Vision and Wanda were definitely still in bed if he hadn't come out to fetch her coffee yet.

"You okay, Peter?" Bruce put a gentle hand on his shoulder. He shook his head. No, he wasn't okay. He was freaking out. He probably humiliated himself soppy kissing a national treasure and he didn't even know which one.

"Listen we all have our drunken regrets," Clint offered.

Tony scoffed. "Speak for yourself."

"Yeah, Tony only does life destroying things while sober," Steve teased.

"What's to regret? We had a great night, made some interesting memories," Bucky said.

Peter groaned again. "I don't remember, that's the problem." It was quiet for a moment. Tony was the first to laugh. Peter lifted his head and glared at them all. "It's not okay- it's horrible! I had the best night of my life and I don't even know who I was making out with!"

The laughing stopped. A look was shared around the room, but Peter couldn't decipher it. "Let's jog your memory," Tony said. He walked around the counter and leaned down. Peter couldn't stare, blinking and confused, as Tony bent and kissed him. His face burned. Everyone was watching and this was far from innocent. Tony kissed like they were making love and it made him shiver down into his toes. He pulled away, smirking, only for Bucky to step in and kiss him. He was only more confused, but he had no complaints. Wherever this was going, he was happy to follow.

"Already?" Loki grumbled somewhere across the room. "I was waiting for coffee and here you all are playing pass the spider again. When's my turn?"

Peter froze.

Oh.

All of them. He'd made out with all of them. All. Of. The. Avengers.

"You okay?" Natasha squeezed his shoulder and Bucky gave him some space.

Peter swallowed. "Can we uh- I... um..."

Steve laughed. "We'll make sure you remember this time."

#marvel #polyvengers #definitely not h i cant believe you would think its h #ask #prompt fill

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chrisgetsmewet · 2 months

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Lost Hearts 2

Part 1

Pairing: chris× fem! Reader

Summary:emmaline is obsessed with chris ever sense the 9th grade up until 12th grade. He doesnt feel the same though...

Warning: none

A/n: this might be a little short

Series!!

I was sitting in the kitchen with marylou and nick discussing school dances. And I was also doing chris's homework for him since he asked me to, everyone else thought it was mine and i just let them believe that because that's just who I am.

Matt, chris, nate, and alahna were playing basketball outside. I couldn't stand that girl, i mean she tried so hard to do whatever they did she got on my nerves laughing at every joke they made. thats how i saw it atleast.

"So who are you going to the fall dance with?" Marylou asked leaning forward against the counter.

"No one I'll probably just dance with leah or something." I muttered, continuing working and also fully attending in the conversation.

"Wait you really have no one to go with" nick asked sounding suprised, wich i wouldn't understand why cause even if someone asked me I'd reject them cause it isn't Chris.

"Well i could get chris or matt to take you" their mom suggested

"No, matt has someone already"

"Really?" I was just as shocked as marylou because i had no idea, guess you never know whats going on in someones life when you're to focused on your own and someone else's.

"I guess I'll get chris to take you then" the shruggs before pushing off the counter to look in the fridge and grab ingredients out for dinner. I was staying over for dinner of course.

Thats when i heard the front door open and i heard talking, panting, and laughing. Ugh alahna's laughter.

She came in the kitchen giggling "hey, where's chris's water bottle" i knew where that was so i got up from my seat and opened the cabinet where all there cups were, filled it up with ice water.

Alahna put her hand out to get the water from me but i pushed past her, walking into the living room to give it to him personally. He was laying out on the floor catching his breath, some of his hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat.

"Here" I turn the bottle to him. Then squat down to his level

"Oh my gosh thank you"

"So who won basketball"

He just kept chugging his water then i heard matt answer for him.

"He did, only cause he cheated"

"sounds like a true loser"

With all that being said, and nothing to me just everyone talking about there wins and lose's i got up and went back to the kitchen. By then marylou was rolling the meat into balls for meatballs, and boiling the pasta, while on the phone.

"That was so uncalled for" he said unamused, i assume he was talking about the whole water bottle thing.

"What are you talking about" I said feigning ignorance. He just chuckled in response and continued making the meatballs . I went over and helped too.

"So chris-

Marylou cut heald of shipping her mouth

"-I'd like you to take emmaline to the dance"

He chocked on his food a bit putting his fork down, then taking a sip of whatever was in his cup while hitting his chest a couple of times, Matt started laughing at him but quickly stopped when his dad started looking at him unamused.

"Huh?" He heard he i knew he did. I just stuff my face full of food just incase i have to talk and I avoid everyone's eyes, looking down at the plate for the time being.

"Chris don't be an ass"

"Language" his mother points at him

"How did this even happen. " He looked at me and i quickly turned my head putting the whole load of bread in my mouth, i gagged a bit that made everyone look at me, so i just quickly covered my mouth and giving them a thumbs up.

"What are you doing" matt asked me with a confused look on my face.

I just shook my head pointing to my mouth and shrugging.

"Listen to you're mom" his dad said sternly, I'm sure he was fed up sense he isn't the type to be mad without a reason.

"But-"

"No emmaline is a nice, talented, beautiful young lady and you're gonna take her to the dance, conversation over. "

I smiled at Jimmy's kind words but that quickly ended when i saw chris walking away from the table. I looked around matt was eating his food and also playing with the dog, nick took that as his opportunity to get on his phone.

"Please sit back down" Marylou pleaded but he kept walking thats when his dad came in "chris come sit back down" but he didn't listen.

"I can go talk to him"

"No, finish eating, he's upset for no reason"

"I'm sorry hun he dosent mean anything by it" she reached touching my hand, her thumb rubbing it a little.

"I hope so" I let out a breath.

A/n: i tried so hard not use people's name over and over again. Also no hate to alahna i just wanted to use her for this.

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris × reader #chris sturniolo fanfic

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sca-rian · 2 years

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my howl's moving castle inspired au, the long masterpost:

*will use scar's moving castle as a tag for this!

consider: grian manages a family business with his sister, pearl. their life is anything but glamorous, and grian doesnt have much prospects of ever leaving his town and doing something different. he hears stories about big cities full of possibilities, magic (hes isnt sure if he believes in that), a moving castle and a handsome wizard who steals the hearts of young women;

one day, grian gets cursed by the wizard of the wastes (joel), after he comes into his shop late in the shift and they get into a heated discussion over the existence (or lack, thereof) of magic. joel thinks of it all as just a silly prank, a curse that can be easily lifted or is just naturally disappearing after a few days;

joel girlbossed too close to the sun, though. the curse is bad. grian wakes up finding out that his body has started to grow feathers. its uncomfortable and borderline painful at times, specially on his back;

after properly freaking out, he tries to deal with it as best as he can, chugging some painkillers, wearing oversized clothes and going to work as if nothing is wrong. pearl notices something unusual, tho—perhaps its grian's murderous expression whenever he remembers joel's face. hes going to kill that bastard;

the curse gets progressively worse as the days go by, until grian can no longer easily hide it and pearl finds out by the ungodly amount of feathers spread around their house. she, of course, gets worried, and tell grian they need to find the wizard that cursed him somehow, or perhaps asks someone else for help;

they dont know any other witches and wizards, since, until last week, grian was pretty sure those didnt even exist. until pearl mentions that one dude who apparently steal hearts and was around town with his moving castle;

grian tells her thats a legend to scare young people so they wont go around talking to strangers. pearl argues that she knew of a lady who disappeared after allegedly spending time with the wizard;

grian supposes that man, if he actually exists, isnt the most trustworthy. but 1. hes not a young lady, which appears to be the ones who get their hearts stolen and 2. he has nothing to lose, really, besides some of his time;

pearl offers to go with him, but grian insists for her to stay (shes a young woman, after all). so grian leaves by himself in good old ghibli fashion: taking with him nothing but a block of cheese, some bread and a clock;

he founds the moving castle with ease: its ridiculously big and it makes no sense at all, having many weird bump outs, few windows, a dramatic copper roof and many chimneys. if anything, it looked like the weirdest house ever and nothing like a castle. something about it was still charming, tho: he just couldnt point out what.

development for this au just started, but so far it includes:

scar being weird and overly dramatic, but still charming. he also refuses to pay taxes;

cub as scar's weird demon roommate, with whom he made a contract many years ago. cub is so miserable sometimes that he regrets getting scar's heart (or his soul, whatever). cub keeps the "castle" moving with overly complicated redstone magic and fire that allegedly comes from the depths of hell;

scar sending threatening letters to joel. many of them. demanding for him to break the curse. joel ignores every single one;

he eventually gets pissed and goes with grian to look for joel, who admits the curse wasnt supposed to be that strong and now he doesnt know how to break it. scar turns him into a frog and joel is kept hostage;

joel still does his best to be as annoying as possible despite the limitations of his new body.

it also includes:

scarian falling in love;

found family;

silly cliche romance tropes;

romcom elements;

characters acting like divorced couples;

funky magical men with their funky little spells;

light angst.

i want to write this but im afraid i might not have the time. still want to brainrot tho so im accepting asks! you may also write with this au as long as you credit me! :)

#hermitshipping #trafficshipping #boli writes #hermitcraft #grian #gtws #goodtimewithscar #scarian #fanfic #smallishbeans #scar's moving castle

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gay-yosuke · 1 month

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for the character ask meme, Rise Kujikawa?

RISE TIME!!!

favourite thing about them: HONESTLY where to begin. i love how unapologetic she is about Who she is. never takes shit from anyone. fights back when somebody makes fun of her friends. really wants to press that fire alarm just to see what'll happen.

least favourite thing about them: SAYING ATLUS MOMENT IS TOO EASY HER WRITING DID HER DIRTY. WE ALL SAW WHAT THEY DID. I WONT FORGIVE THEM.

favourite line: pretty sure its from p4a/u, her win line with chie, "Your kicks were really heavy... But when it comes to nimble movements, I'm no slouch!" just because. love the way she says it.

brOTP: i said marie in that last post and i still stand by it.

OTP: honestly with rise i dont have one. i think shes chilling. i dont mind sourise though!

nOTP: i mean. she should not be dating kanji sorry. hes gay.

random headcanon: SHE HAS REALLY HIGH SPICE TOLERANCE. like insanely high. that's why all her food is super spicy.

unpopular opinion: not to get into The Discourse (doesnt even know if this discourse exists) but i think that rise's allowed to be a normal fucking teenager after all that oversexualization. like come on. give her a fucking break. stop drawing her all flirty and shit and start drawing her about to chug three redbulls.

song i associate with them: i know by girls rituals!

favourite picture of them: all 144 pixels

#anonymous

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xbabymammax-blog · 2 years

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The Best Man

The ache in my chest as I watch him throw his head back laughing at whatever his new wife said, throttles even harder.

I don't know why he was insistent on me coming here, after all his wife hated me. Always with the side glances and the snotty remarks about how I work more than spend time with the kids.

Well not everyone has all day to be at home.

Me and Matthew were together for 9 years, married for 2 before we decided that it's all gone to shit. Our sex life was pretty inconsistent, i mean rarely.

What was the point though to come home after 18-hour shifts at the hospital to get all sexed up for five frigging minutes.

It doesnt' hurt hes moved on, i was the one that wanted the divorce. It's not because hes happy because he deserves the world and more.

It's because after all these years I'm still alone.

I have a great job that I love and pays well so no matter what the kids want it's there. I'm just so lonely.

As of right now, I'm the lonely ex wife sitting by herself drinking at six in the evening with a face of a smacked ass.

"Rach"" Matthews best man, Danny shouts out wya too enthysiatically. I roll my eyes at his loudness and take another swig.

"How you been Dan?" I ask, looking down. He slides in the chair beside me, waving over the bartender for his fruity drink. He insists he just likes the flavour.

"I'm doing well sweetheart, how are you?" he says wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

Me and Danny have always got on, mostly to play pranks back on Matthew back in uni or pull him into whatever form of mischief we wanted that day.

"I swear to god if someone asks me how im doing once more." I grin back, hearing the question with pity in their eyes as they ask it, igniting a fire in my chest.

Rolling his eyes, he orders himself a bourbon, I lean forward taking out £200 "make it a bottle sweetheart."

"So what are they like?" you ask looking over to where the new in laws are surrounding smothering Matthew.

"They are pretty nice, the kids adore them." I nod feeling a tinge of doubt. One of my biggest fears is the kids preferring the new wife and family over me.

"Shake it off sweetheart, no one could replace you." He assures already understanding the sudden tension.

A give him a nod of thanks as a short silence passes by, the bartender placing the bottle between us with a glass, i watch as he fills up mine but leav2 es a shot in his own.

"I'm sorry about Sophie, it must be hard for you being here." I say sympatethically.

A loud laugh bubbles out of his mouth, "Ah don't worry about it, I'm over it."

You give him a grin to not continue dragging out the crappy tension.

His ex fiancee Sophie left him at the altar after being together for four years, just walked away no note, text, nothing.

We ended up chatting for a few minutes laughing over the silly stuff we all did in college.

Until a dark figure comes up behind me, allowing the tension to travel through my body.

"Susan." I say turning round to see my ex-mother in law staring down at me.

She's hated me since forever, since my early college days she was nice but only I could see through the facade. Once I did med school and was never around. she started setting Matthew up on dates which caused a huge amount of friction between all 3 of us.

"Drinking your weight?" she says cheerfully.

"Nope yours." I wink gulping down the contents, Danny filling up my glass as soon as it's finished. Hes always enjoyed watching us two go at each other.

"So you ended up using your plus one for this crap? she says shoving her nose down at him.

I grit my teeth, clutching my glass harder "He's the best man."

Before i could even finish she cut me off "Real classy sleeping with the best man, your exes' best friend?" The words being spit out like venom.

I stood up making sure to look into her eyes "Who I fuck sweetheart has absolutely nothing to do with you." I spit back making sure to add just as much venom as she did.

I chug the next shot, dragging Danny off his stool, surprising him and dragging him down the corridor.

After a minute of wandering around, I stopped moving to drag my hands through my hair.

"So, you want to fuck me?" Danny says and I can hear the grin in his voice without having to turn around.

"Don't please." I say, "God she infuriates me for no fucking reason shes just out to get me." I rage dragging my hands across my face.

He comes up in front of me to wrap his arms around my waist. I relax immediately to wrap my arms around his neck and stuff my face into his neck.

God, he smells good.

After a few moments of deep breaths of his scent, I manage to calm down. "I'm sorry about that I shouldn't of said that about you." He chuckles against my hair. His chest vibrating.

He shook his head, "Don't apologise, I'm not angry about it at all."

"You're not?" I look up arms still wrapped round each other eyes locking in place.

"Quite the opposite sweetheart."

It takes me a minute to realise what hes implying when I feel his length against my leg, I look at his eyes and notice they're on my lips.

"Danny we shouldn't, what if Matthew finds out." I say taking a step back.

"Do you still love him?" He crosses his arms over his chest.

"Of course not, I just don't want to destroy your friendship with him over me."

"He doesnt fucking own you sweetheart." He says taking a step forward. "I want you, I have always wanted you, he ruined his chance multple times, now it's my turn."

"Oh yeah you want to own what?" I say stepping forward. The lust in his eyes matching my growing one."

He takes me back in his arms "I want to own those lips, this ass." He says gripping it tightly, only warming my body more and making me wet.

"What are you waiting for?" He brings his lips over mine, brushing them softly. I wet my lips attracting his attention.

No hesitation. His lips lunge for mine, my entire body melting into his buttery lips, the muscles under his suit being gripped by my hands, not being able to get enough. He tastes of the whiskey and the tiramisu cake.

It feels like being with him, everything else disappears.

He opens his eyes as he pulls away, the forest green prompting me to dive into the deep end. Enticing me to kiss him harder with a new neediness. He picks me up with his hands resting under my ass.

Groaning as I grind my crotch into his.

The sparks ignite, as I fumble my hands to start removing his buttons to get his suit off.

The speed in my fingers not doing it as quickly as I wish.

Buring his face into my neck "Need you so bad baby." I whine in his lips, he pushes me against the wall, pulling my dress up and taking my lace panties down.

His fingers explore my thighs, grazing against my clit. I buck up my hips and shiver.

Every single whimper leaving my mouth goes straight to his cock. I pull my hands down and lower his pants and boxers, his cock pointing straight up and proud.

I grip it in my hands, and he lets out a moan.

Music to my fucking ears.

My pussy clenches around nothing at the sight, his moans only making me wetter.

I whimper and he loses his mind, he looks into my eyes and I give him a nod.

He sinks his length into me, making us both gasp at the intrusion.

My pussy clenching and holding onto him for dear life.

"Fuck sweetheart, you feel so fucking good." He groans out. My nails dig into his shoulders as he fucks in and out, there's no rush just passion and it hits so deep exactly where I want him.

"Oh Danny." I moan out "Feel so good baby, like your cock was made for me."

He shudders at my words, groaning sexily in my ear. "You're taking my cock so well baby. So. Fucking. Well."

I moan out as I feel that fire igniting, and he picks up his speed. earning a series of screams coming out.

"Fuckkkkkk." I moan.

My name coming out of his mouth like a prayer, the desperation in his voice makes it clear he feels close too.

"Danny please I want to feel you cum baby." I mewl biting and licking his ear as a weak groan comes out, a bead of sweat dripping down his cheek and i slide my tongue over it.

He starts fucking me harder, my back arching as his balls smack against my ass.

Pounding into me like his lifeline depends on it.

"Cum for me baby, make a mess of my cock." The command goes straight to my pussy, clenching at his words. My senses all ignite at once, stars aligining behind my eyes as I explode over his cock. The action makes it hard for him to hold back and with a wet kiss to my mouth. his seed shoots up into me, a loud groan leaving his delicious mouth.

We still pant onto eachother, our bodies connected and each of us relishing in the pleasure of our orgasms.

The thought of the exes or the fact we just fucked in a corridor less than a minute from the wedding party is put on the back burner.

A/N Also, when men make noises during sex, its hot as fuckkkk.

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bee-ackerman · 2 years

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Whats in the AOT Gangs Bag Modern AU Part 2

A/N: This is in my seaside city AU. Marley characters will be in the next part. I tried to keep reader as neutral as possible ~ Connie's part is my fave lol he's so chaotic, PLS why am I so mean to Jean I luv him~ REBLOGS ARE WELCOMED 💕

TW: Implied age gap relationship, mentions of alcohol

Part 1 - Includes the Vets

This part includes the 104 - (Y/N) aka YOU 😌, Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Sasha, Connie, Jean, Ymir, Historia

Eren

Certified gamor gorl 🙈

Broke his 4th phone cause hes a degenerate and now his dad refuses to replace it

Broke bitch but also rich bitch

Vapes

Sketchbook for option art class - plays switch during lectures

Went to university cause his dad made him but really he wants to be a streamer

Majors in finance at seaside city uni

Works part time at Levi's tea shop because of an incident that he'd rather not talk about

Has called Levi dad by accident more than once. Jean will not let him live it down.

Loses his bag a lot

Ends up watching video game streamers in class instead of paying attention

Has actually flown to LA for a meet and greet of his fave streamer just for said streamer to cancel 😔

Gets in a lot of trouble at Levis tea shop cause he's so short tempered, he's so bad at customer service.

Tried to arm wrestle a costumer once so Levi has sent him to work in the back instead

Armin

Handkerchief - never gave it back after getting it from historia

Doesn't like social media so flip phone is the vibe (still has it but it's on his ipad)

Intern for Hange

Studies bio and hopes to become a marine biologist

Lives in the same building as Moblit and Hange so he also has a key to Hange or Moblit's place just in case they pull an all nighter

Has mostly ocean pictures on his camera but also pictures of friends and a certain blonde who hes crushing on... *coughs* Annie

Is clumsy and awkward but gets serious when focusing on what he loves

Accidentally forgot water once while he was out on the boat with Hange and Moblit tryna study whale sounds and he was so parched he thought he was gonna die(dramatic). Hange forgot to bring water then chugged moblits. Lets just say their sea day trip was cut short.

Now religiously brings water in his bag wherever he goes

Mikasa, (Y/N), Jean, Connie, Sasha, Ymir, Historia after the cut off

Mikasa

Over the shoulder bag

Carries a wallet because Eren is always forgetting his so she carries his money too

Sea shells Armin gave her

Lives with Eren

Carries food for after her gym sessions

Make up for that same reason

Takes notes on her laptop

Majors in finance with Eren

Works part time at Levis tea shop as well

Has a scholarship due to her incredible athletic abilities

Is on the tennis team

Calls her parents everyday without fail and even calls Eren's parents so he and her can say hi

Knows that Jean is copying her mint brand but doesn't mind. Asks him for mints so that he doesnt have to eat them cause she knows he actually doesnt like mints.

Always has food for the gym but also for a Sasha emergency.

Has matching handkerchief with Historia because they saw them when they went shopping. They dont use them much but its the memory and thought that counts.

(Y/N)

Whats in my bag sticker given to you by Mikasa

Mikasa, Eren, and Armin are your childhood friends

You got the airpods as a birthday gift from Eren

The keys are Sasha’s cause you’re staying over at her, Connie and Jean’s place while you find a new place to live.

Yes it does get super chaotic and you sometimes have to go to Eren and Mikasa’s apartment to get some quiet time

Usually you go there when they both have a shift at the shop

You and Jean are both pre-law poli-sci students so in first year you meet the rest of the 104 through Jean and become friends quickly

You use a laptop for your notes

Your camera is full of pictures of your friends and candid shots of Levi that he has zero idea about and you will never tell him cause he’s gonna delete them.

He knows about them he just simps so hard he doesn't say anything.

Theres one picture of him climbing a fence like a pro because you both decided to sneak into the universities tennis court so he can drunkenly show you his tennis skills at 3am.

You got treats for Connie’s cat who literally has no name so everyone has different names they call him. Yours is Captain grump.

The dandelion is from Sasha cause she wanted your sandwich and she offered to trade with you. Obviously not a fair trade but you love her so you did it anyways.

Sasha

Cute and weird wallet phone case is really her vibe

Does not use the case as a wallet tho

Collects random rocks she thinks look like candy. The first time she encountered one she ate it... seriously, Jean had to take her to the doctor to make sure she's ok.

Always has food... ALWAYS

Messy make up bag but she always has a hair tie

Has a switch so she can game with the bois during break

When you and her get annoyed at their bickering over the games you just end up playing animal crossing together. Sasha always steals fruit from your island

Pranked you once by stealing ALL the fruit from your trees

Takes notes on her ipad and unexpectedly has really neat well taken aesthetic notes

A game boy for when she sneakily plays while on shift at Levi's shop

Majors in psychology, and wants to become a child therapist

On the University archery team, she's actually a archery prodigy and was offered a scholarship for it like Mikasa

Roommates with Connie and Jean

Connie

Actually rents a locker cause he does not fuck with back packs

If he needs to carry stuff he puts on his cross body fanny pack

What he can carry in his fanny pack: vape, adhd meds, gameboy, snack for his cat, polaroids he cherishes, a pencil and eraser, peice of gum, keys to his apartment and some cash, lastly his ipod and phone.

Keeps his switch in his locker till he goes home

Has a 6 month old drink in his locker he doesnt care to take out

Keeps textbooks and notebooks in his locker also but carries around one notebook while going to classes which is a bad idea cause he keeps losing them.

Thankfully he has permission to record his lectures so he keeps some notebooks in his apartment

Found a four leaf clover and i'm convinced this is why he hasn't accidentally flunked out cause hes so forgetful about everything. *cries* my poor child

Actually has good grades

Majors in psychology with sasha and bertolot and peick

Jean

Has a pink phone cause he likes rose gold

Says he doesnt believe in wallets but really doesnt have one cause the one he truly wants is like more than 1k

Has the same key chain as Mikasa cause they went to buy it together. Awe... SIKE bb is delusional cause it's more like everyone went as a group and he just got the same one she did ahhaha

Also gets the same brand of mints as Mikasa so he can start a conversation.

Keeps seashells armin gave him as well ( not cause mikasa does it but cause he loves armin also )

Keeps cat treats for Connies cat who he calls snuggles 😳. He will NOT say it in front of anyone but snuggles

Got a blue and red switch so he wouldn't match Eren's switch, cause gawd forbid they match like the besties THEY ARE.

Secretly has reading glasses but refuses to wear them near Mikasa cause he is self conscious about how he looks in them

Is a majoring in poli-sci and is hoping to go to law school - thinks of levi as his mentor and asks lots of questions when levi pops by the tea shop.

Jean stops by the shop a lot because he is visiting (stalking 👀) Mikasa and "studying".

Can surprisingly cook well so he cooks dinner most of the time for Sasha and Connie

His mom gave him that hanker chief. Secretly a mamas boy so he treasures anything she gives him 🤧😊

Marco

Got the phone case as a prize at the seaside city festival but has grown to really like it so he refuses to change it. Boi is emotionally attached like don't even touch it or breathe near it.

Unlike jean he actually doesnt believe in wallets - he gave zero reason’s

Has reading glasses and wears them often - they're actually full time glasses but he doesn't realize it. Jeans tried to tell him but Marcos too sweet he doesn't wanna upset him that he needs to wear them always. They hurt Marco's nose.

Journals every detail of his day

Photography major

Carries around polaroids of his closest friends

Only can finish half his food cause hes a really light eater (pls don't come for me cause of this joke)

Sasha gave him those rocks and he claims he forgot to clean them out but really he treasures them

Historia

Does not fuck with air pods or any ear phones cause they hurt her ears, she will blast her music and everyone lets her

Bought another matching hankerchief as Mikasa cause Armin committed theft and stole the other one. She holds a grudge secretly.

Loves green tea in all forms so she's a regular at the shop

Ymir won her the lil plush at the seasode city festival cause she thought it looked like historia

Journals religiously to the point she cant hear anyone else when shes deep in journal heaven

A history major who doesnt really know what shes gonna do after undergrad school

Thinks she might go to law school or grad school and become a professor

If you ask anyone else what she should do the answers would vary from “marry me” to “model or become famous”

Unknowingly she is one of the campus it girls

Sorry boys but shes a BISEXUAL QUEEN in a relationship with a woman - broke many boys hearts when her and Ymir were caught kissing during the university end of year party

The boys are still simping

Takes all her notes on her ipad and at first she tried to be aesthetic like Sasha but got bored and now just takes neat notes.

Has had Erwin as her prof a couple times and at first it was hard to pretend she didn't know him on a deeper level (her friend's boss who they sometimes party with)

Ymir

Not a uni student

She joined a cruise when everyone was in their first year of uni as a singer/performer

Hopes to become a movie director and music producer

For now works at zekes music studio as an intern

Has an old ass carrot 🥕 in her car but cant find it and doesnt know where the smell is coming from

Her and historia have to drive with the windows down because of the smell

Vapes pretty religiously

Her and Eren are surprisingly really close. They love pranking Zeke and Eren takes all the blame when they get caught cause Zeke can never be mad at his precious baby brother 💀

Loves making juice, especially the aesthetically pleasing ones she sees on tik tok when she's on historias phone

Isn't upper middle class unlike most of the 104 so she only has a flip phone and ipod so she can listen to music ~illegally~

Was able to buy a switch off Zeke for a low price cause it wasn't the colour he wanted so he was practically giving it away (rich man tingz 👀🏃‍♀️)

Now she games with the boiiis and WINS 😎

If you read it all I love you have a cookie 🍪 , forehead kiss and a good day!

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freindly-neighbourhood-anarchist · 3 years

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☀︎︎-: 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 :-☀︎︎

Kimetsu no yaiba x reader

°•.《 characters 》.•°

Rengoku, Giyuu, Shinobu, Sanemi

Tw: Swearing because Sanemi is Sanemi

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I'm definitely gonna binge write this series after watching the movie, I literally cant stop thinking about it--

Send in as much requests as you want!! :))

I do fluff, different AU's, angst and NSFW(we'll see).

Keep in mind, I havent read the manga. I'm caught up to the train Arc and that's it, so try not to spoil anything by requesting characters that havent appeared yet lol

« `` •"𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞~"• ´´ »

☼︎ ☀︎︎ʀᴇɴɢᴏᴋᴜ ᴋʏᴏᴜᴊᴜʀᴏᴜ☀︎︎ ☼︎

Holding hands is sort of a need for him-

He's huge with PDA and holding your small hand within his reassures him quite a bit. He never needs to ask to hold your hand, he just grips it whenever and wherever.

I feel like he'll sense when your nervous and be really perceptive, so he'd hold your hand to ground you in a way

It's highly effectve.

"Delicious!" Your energetic boyfriend chirped, eating his takoyaki with fervour and a bright smile.

You ate your own food from across him, shaking your head a little with a slight smile slanting onto your lips.

It's definitely been a long day, so winding down and eating with your amazing boyfriend is definitely a preferable way to end it.

He sort of sensed your stress as you came back from training, sweat sleek across your forehead. And thus, he ran a bath for you and then took you out for dinner to take your mind off of whatever was bothering you.

He's always had a keen intuition and was brilliant at reading emotions on others. It was a weird super power at this point. But he noticed how relaxed you were now that you were with him, it melted his heart.

His eyes flickered over your expression, his eyes soft with adoration and affection." This is certainly calming after a long day!" He exclaimed happily.

At his jolly aura, you nodded in agreement," Honestly... It's like you have some weird superpower to make me forget about whatever was annoying me. Kinda freaky." You shivered.

Letting out a hearty laugh, the man reached out, interlacing his long fingers with yours suddenly. The warmth of his skin sending goosebumps over your arms.

"I just know you too well! Nothing wrong or freaky about that!" His grin was filled with light.

Your fingers tightened around his, his warm skin seemed to be heating up your own body as well. Thank God, you were beginning to get cold anyways.

"Have I ever told you about how cute your hands are!" It was more of a statement than a question, pulling his hand and your hand closer to him so he could get a better glimpse at your soft hands." So tiny... So soft. It's like I'm being touched by an angel!"

"Geez, you're cheesy."

"You love it~!"

"... Fair point."

•«☔︎ 𝙜𝙞𝙮𝙪𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙤𝙠𝙖 ☔︎»•

Bro I'm sorry, but I dont think he holds your hand much-

I feel like he thinks he doesnt need to show how much he loves you through actions, more so through blunt words.

But he will get the sudden urge to hold your hand every once in a while, so be prepared because he could get the jump on you at any point.

Doesnt like PDA that much, it makes him slightly uncomfortable because it's in public but I feel like he would get used to it later in your relationship.

Ocean-blue eyes stared at you hesitantly as you continued to speak about the new breathing technique you had learned.

Both you and Giyuu were walking peacefully through the garden you had grown over the years, the plants varying in different colours and sizes. They reminded him of you.

Your peaceful personality cued him to remember the petals of the flowers blowing gently in the breeze. Not to mention you smell very distinctly and sweet just like the flowers as well.

But as he walked with you in this haven, he felt pretty agitated and frustated. He hid it well with his usual deapan expressions, but he could feel the pit of the emotions growing bigger.

His hand twitched suddenly when the back of yours brushed against his, his cheeks tinting pink at the abrupt contact.

Gulping, he looked straight ahead with sharp eyes and a furrowed brow.

The atmosphere shifted.

And when you had stopped talking, he knew that you had noticed the harsh shift as well.

"Giyuu?... Are you feeling okay? You look like you're burning up." You questioned out of concern, a worried expression upon your face.

Shaking his head briefly, the ravenette continued to walk with his head staring straight ahead," I feel optimal. Why do you ask?" He was so obviously trying to change the subject.

You frowned a little at the stiff response and opened your mouth to respond but your boyfriend had beaten you to it.

"Let me h-... Hold your... Hand... Please." He uttered, looking down with red cheeks, an embarrassed scowl squirmed on his lips.

You were silent for a long while, making him wait nervously for your answer. What he wasn't expecting was the cute snort of laughter coming from you and grabbing his hand tightly within your own, your other hand wrapping around his forearm like it was a substitute teddy bear.

His cheeks heated up tenfold and he had to look away before you noticed.

"You're such a cutie. You don't need to ask to hold my hand you know?" You teased lightly, nudging him playfully by bumping your hip against his.

"I-it's embarrassing." He retorted.

"Whatever, cutie."

"No."

"Yes."

"Stop it."

꧁ꕥ 𝑲𝒐𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒖 ꕥ꧂

She would sooo tease you for wanting to hold her hand-

Like, she would hold it obvi, but she'd tease you about it for a good 5 minutes before finally giving up lol

Flustering you is one of her favourite pastimes, it was what your relationship was built on top of in the first place. Teasing eachother was always a thing you guys did.

But Kocho takes teasing to a MAXIMUM.

It's like you guys are challenging eachother to a tease off and she just refuses to loose. She'd rather die.

Dramatic but true

What a fucking queen-

"Ara, ara~ what was that? You want to hold my hand?" The raven haired woman pressed her hand against her lips, raising a suggestive eyebrow at you." Oh~ How scandalous! You're saying we should do pre-martial hand holding? why, that's practically a crime!"

You deadpanned at your girlfriend's words," Holding your hand is a crime?..."

"Mmhm!"

"But we literally made-out yester-"

She smiled at you passive-aggressively," I'm afraid we can't hold hands until we're married! Too bad!" She sighed, pretending to seem devastated ," How could you suggest we do such a lewd thing? In public, no less! You're quite the little scoundrel, hmm?~"

Your deadpan only deepened," Well then... I guess I'll just have to marry you then, hm? So I can hold your hand for the rest of my life." You chimed out, a slight twinkle in your eye. At the sight of Kocho's cheeks tinting a bright red, you smirked in triumph." Oya~? What's that I see? Is that blush?" You poked her warm cheek affectionately," I think it iiiis~!"

Biting her lip, Kocho scoffed and rolled her eyes," Just because you won doesn't mean you-... Shut up." She huffed out, losing her composure.

" Aha! So I won." You grinned out," I think I deserve a prize for winning for like... the first time." You said that last part quickly.

" You're not getting a kiss, if that's what you're referring to!" She smiled up at you passive aggressively.

Now the win didn't even feel like a win.

I guess, Kocho will always win in the end.

You pouted at her, eyebrows furrowed," You're so petty...." You groaned out, before a cheeky grin crossed over your lips," How about letting me hold your hand instead?"

Kocho stared at your grin with an unimpressed look, before her eyes softened and a gentle smile spread onto her perfect lips." Wipe that cheeky grin off of your face and I might consider it."

A bright smile instantly spread onto your lips and you held out your hand expectantly for her to take it. Her radiant smile only widened and her hand settled into yours, her warm fingers closing over your own as if she was keeping them safe in her hold.

" Now you have to marry me." She stated simply," I want to hold your hand in mine for the rest of my life as well."

᯾༄𖦹.𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕘𝕦𝕫𝕒𝕨𝕒 𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕚 .𖦹༄᯾

BRUUUUH THIS FUCKING MAN-

Ok, so hear me out lol-

I have read up on his character a tiny bit and bro he's such a fucking SOFTY like-

If you were to ask him to hold your hand he'd highkey have to process what you said for like a minute or two before finally agreeing to it lol

He has such a tough-guy exterior when on the inside he's actually really caring to those who are important to him.

Definitely one of those characters who seem like pricks but they like something cute like cats or something-

"Uhm... Sanemi?" You spoke up suddenly, interrupting the peaceful silence.

Your boyfriend broke out of his daze of appreciating your beauty and hummed to let you know that he was listening, picking up some of his uneaten rice with his chopsticks.

"Can... Can I h-hold your hand?"

He choked on the rice he was eating, coughing into his fist and thumping his other hand against his chest to try and get the rice that shot down the back of his throat to go down.

You went to get out of your chair to help him, concern etched onto your face, but he held a hand up to stop you. Instead, you simply passed your water to him, as of which he chugged greatfully.

When he had finally gained his composure, he held out a slightly trembling hand, his cheeks tinted red as he let out a gruff," yeah... Of course you can, idiot. You don't have to ask..."

Adoration bloomed in your chest at his words and you grabbed his outstretched hand, instantly interlocking your fingers with his. Absentmindedly, you ran your thumb up and down his hand comfortingly as you smiled like an idiot to yourself.

Ba-dump.

Sanemi's heart thumped in his chest at the look of love on your face, feeling his whole body heating up. The wind pillar was known for being ruthless, intimidating and quite frankly... A bit of an asshole.

But around you? He's a completely different person.

Between you and his little brother, he's always going to have a huge soft spot for you both.

So he'll always treat you well.

Squeezing your hand lovingly, he let a slight smirk curl onto his lips," You look like a dumbass smiling like that.... You must really like me, huh?" He tried to tease.

"I don't like you."

Arrows shot through his heart, his smirk dropping in an instant," Oi-!"

You giggled at his response," I love you."

The frown on his lips wobbled a little, threatening to break out into an idiotic smile. Clearing his throat, he looked away from you and pressed the back of his unoccupied hand against his mouth to hide the smile that threatened to appear.

"Oh..." He could only respond with," y-yeah... Same here."

"You're so socially inept."

"I'm damn not!!" He grumbled, eyebrows furrowing," I fucking love you too!! Is that better?"

You grinned childishly, bringing his hand up to your mouth and placing a light kiss to it," much better."

It's safe to say that this was the day he vowed to marry you.

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laketaj24 · 3 years

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Single in Staten Island: Tattoos & Kisses

Author’s Note: This is a three-part series I am going to do on Pete!! I am going to use the prompts I got in the second part! I talked with a friend about him—he does truly deserve a good girl or someone who won’t fuck him over. Taglist is here! Reqs are open, but I’m slow, no lie.

Warnings: None, just language.- Smut in the following parts.

Pairings:Pete Davidson x Reader

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“What’s your order?” The chipper attitude they were supposed to have had left the day you turned in your two-week notice. This coffee shop had been the bain of your assistance. Fuck this place. Fuck these people and fuck their fancy, overdone ass orders. You leaned on the counter, giving the man in front of you a stern look.

He looked around. Clearly, you didn’t have an attitude with him. He’d just walked in the fucking place. “Uhm—,” his eyes found the menu, but there was an aloofness in him that triggered you.

“You’ve been in line ten minutes, and you don’t know what you want?”

“Yep.” He nodded and shot a smile. “Ten whole minutes. Still a fuck up.” His finger tapped on the counter, and he looked up at the menu. Nothing here looked worth seven dollars, especially not a coffee. “What’s good here?”

“Look, I don’t know. ”You sighed. “I’m about to go lunch, and you’re the last order.” You flourished the lack of customers behind him.

“You from around here?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Your attitude is pretty fucked up; I figured you lived up the block.” He took a pregnant pause and chuckled. “An Everything Bagel, jalapeño cream cheese, and a grande black coffee.”

“What’s the name?”

“Pete.”

“Spell that.”

“You can’t spell Pete?”

“You from around here?” You quipped.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I figured your name is probably spelled all fucked up and shit.”

He laughed, which was not what you expected; you just knew this was the gasoline added to a shitty fire. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Kinda weird.” He shrugged. “You wanna go somewhere better than this on your lunch break?”

“Unless you have a gram and a beer, no.”

“I have a gram and some black coffee if the barista doesnt quit before she puts my order in.”

You snickered. “That’ll do. Where are we going?”

“Anywhere but fucking Staten Island.”

The ferry. It hadn’t been in the plans, but you were happy you said yes to the lean stranger. He leaned against the railing, a cigarette in one hand a flask in the other. It wasn’t precisely beer, but you had no complaints. “You want a sip?”

“Sure,” You took the flask without hesitation and chugged down three gulps before passing it back to him. It was gin, dry grade A gin. “That’s the kind of shit you bring on a ferry?”

“I thought I grabbed my tequila, but I must’ve drunk it all.”

“Drunk at 2pm on a Tuesday?”

“I’m not drunk; I’m enjoying a drink. Judge much?”

You shrugged and turned, resting your back on the railing beside him, feeling the cool breeze run through your hair. “So why did you invite me out here?’

“You looked like you needed saving, and I’ve been there. Shitty job with shitty people.” He flicked his cigarette ashes into the water below him. “Plus, you cussed me out on the job, which means your kinda badass.”

“I like to think I am.” You admit and nod your head. “You ever get tired of doing the same old shit?”

“yep, that’s why I get tatted.”

Then you noticed the tattoos spackled across his body in random places, and they were once more in a random fashion. Yet, you liked them; they matched him, odd and somehow insanely attractive. “Pete, I want a tattoo. Take me to your guy.”

“What do you mean to take me to my guy? Does it look like I have a guy?” Pete laughs. “I’m like a god damn coloring book; let’s find the first shop and just do it. I pick yours… you pick mine. Stranger tats.”

“Why not?”

“Your boyfriend won’t appear and try to beat my ass?”

“Unless you’re imaginary, too, I think you’re good.”

‘Fucking Brickhouse like you, single in Staten Island?”

“Single in Staten island is not a rarity.”

“Well, you’re not wrong. It’s the only way to be.” He said with a bit of sarcasm.

The conversation was random the entire ferry trip; you made wisecracks and rebutted, flirting with you but keeping his distance. “Tell me three weird facts about yourself.” You twiddled with your fingers and looked up to meet his brown eyes. “I’m sure you have more than three, but spare me the rest.”

“I like to be alone.” Pete looked back. “But I love a good party, but when I go, I hang out alone and watch people. People are interesting as fuck.”

“I find them to be boring.”

“That’s because you’re not looking for the right things.” He pointed to the woman about fifty feet away from the two of you. The older lady sat tired, sunglasses covered her face while the gray hair blew wild in the wind. “See Gladys there; she’s about to go home to a man she’s been with for thirty-five years. The best dick she ever had.”

Your face radiated with heat as you suppressed a chuckle. “Has to be to stay with it thirty-five years.”

“You haven’t had someone dick you down that makes you want to stay thirty-five years?”

“Not even make me want to stay a week,” You answered.

“That’s fucked up.” Pete smiled.

“That’s life, Pete. Unfortunately, people don’t always get good dick like Gladys.”

“Yeah, lucky bitch.” His phone rang, and he shifted, digging in his light denim jeans to retrieve his iPhone and answer the call. “It’s Pete.”

You turned, giving him some privacy and taking it all in. You didn’t plan to return to work, fuck that place and everything it entailed. You started a new job in three days; you’d take these three days to not give a fuck. That feeling started today; it started with your new friend Pete and this tattoo. The call ended after a few minutes; he didn’t talk about much, just a conversation with a friend and plans he had for a party later tonight.

“The shop is about five blocks from where we get off. Have you decided what I’m getting?”

“I want to see the designs first; I want it to be memorable.”

“Make it your number.”

“Is that your coded way in asking for it?”

“Not coded, I swear.” Pete leaned closer to you. “I kinda think if we are gonna get stranger tattoos, we should have each other’s number.’

“We won’t be strangers then.”

“Call them something else then.”

“I’ll let you know if you can have this number later… I haven't got an invite to this party yet.”

“You're totally invited.” Pete tossed his hands up. “Give me three digits.”

“847.” You snickered.

“Good, I guess I can work for the next seven.”

The shop was grimy, with dark walls and low lights. The smell of weed and liquor hit your nose, and you felt at home for some reason. Your legs ached; the walking didn’t bother you usually but pairing it with walking didn’t do much good for you. You sat in the chair across from Pete. “Don’t make this a dumb tattoo.”

“You’re talking to the king of dumb shit.” He pointed to the small elephant; it wasn’t dumb, though. It had a feminine line design, and it was petite, adorable even. “I’m sparing you today. You’re getting this,” He smiled. “An elephant, not dumbo but a distant hot cousin.”

“I like it.”

“Good.” His smile was sincere. “I hoped you would. When is she up?” He asked the artist.

“I can get her now.” He answered as he started to sketch the elephant onto the transfer paper. “Hop up, sweet cheeks, and it’ll be about ten minutes.”

Pete extended his hand like a gentleman and led you to the red leather chair. ‘Ever had one before?”

“I have three.” You admitted.

“I see none.” He looked you over quizzically. “Not a one.”

“They are hidden….” You answered, choosing not to tell him they were down your chest and down your thigh.

“Secret tattoos. I like it. I can dig it.”

“Sure. Where is this party tonight?” You asked.

“Back in Staten Island.”

‘Can I trust you, Pete?”

“I hope so; I feel trustworthy?”

“You answered that like you didn't know the answer.” You shifted in the seat and pulled your shirt over your head. You revealed the tattoo of the moon phases going down your chest. “Just because you can't see something does not mean it isn’t there.”

“They're fucking awesome, like the person they are on.”

“You only think I’m awesome because you don’t know me.”

“I know enough.”

It was not like you to kiss a stranger because instead, you wanted to admit it or not, Pete was a stranger to you; you didn’t care. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, and he responded immediately, kissing you back eagerly. His lips were soft, full, and applying just the perfect amount of pressure to yours.

“You two want to fuck or get this tattoo.”

You exhaled, pulling away from him. “Can we do both?”

To be Continued.

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latenightdecaf · 3 years

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Entry 7 - Summer of Vulnerability

part of let the pile of good things grow series - series masterlist

previous entry here

Yoongi x reader

Ft. nonidol!bts (glimpse of ex-boyfriend!namjoon)

Producer!yoongi, roommate!yoongi, soft!yoongi

slow burn romance, friendship, slice of life

series of drabbles/one shots

warnings: alcohol consumption

a/n: okay so here goes y/n remembering his ex!joon also will never get over of in the soop yoongi! can’t wait for the new season. Thank you guys for reading! 🙈

word count: 2,546

Went home from the grocery and some of their wines are on sale so you got carried away and bought 8 bottles and to your surprise, Yoongi’s cooking steak. “oh my God!” You exclaimed as soon as you saw him cooking in the kitchen with paperbag of wines in your arms. Yoongi looked at you with a confused face.

“Did you just read my mind or what??! There’s a sale on the corner deli and…” raising both of your hands as if surrendering, “okay don’t judge me yet but i got a little carried away.”

“A little carried away? You looked like the world’s going to run out of wine tomorrow.”

He smiled on your disclaimer and shaking his head as he paid his attention back to his steak.

“No.” You sighed. “Nothing went my way today, not at all—but i dont want to think about it. I’m psyching myself out of it you see, or better yet i’m drowning myself on these babies.” As you drank your first glass empty. “My eternal companion, the love of my life…”

He turned to your direction, only to see you hugging the bottles of wine that you bought.

“Come on clear the tables, your babies are not going anywhere.” He declared as he puts down 3 steaks and some aglio olio with honestly way too much garlic because it’s Yoongi.

“I didn’t saw you made pasta also. I am so happy now.” You happily exclaimed as you took a bite of your new favorite steak. “But why the 3 steaks? You hungry?”

He sat in front of you, filling your glass with wine and his too.

“You need food before you chug them all up. I’m not gonna clean up your mess. So you better get it together today. I tell you.” He scolded you.

“Sure sure.” As you immediately devour the pasta he made.

One bottle of wine down. He let you listened to a ‘sketch’ he’s been working on lately. Carefully studying your already flushed face for any reaction. He does this sometimes, ask for your opinion even though you have zero idea about music and producing or anything related to that for that matter.

All he considers is whether you winced at the melody of it, or you nod and eventually smile as it goes. But this time you’re just staring blankly in your wine glass, circling it repeatedly as the sketch ended at exactly 2 mins and 19 secs. And when it ended you looked straight at him.

“This looks like it’s almost done right?” You commented. “Yeah.” As he gulps on his wine, emptying another glass.

“And you wrote the lyrics also?” He nodded.

You looked away and sighed. “It’s too beautiful—Sad and in pain, feels tormented also but beautiful.”

He blinked several times at your words. You’ve heard several of his sketches before and you’d just always say, ‘it sounds good, but Yoongi—i have no idea about music. Zero.’ But he’d let you hear it anyway for couple more times and he’d smile at your ignorant reactions.

This time however, doesn’t seem like a laughing matter. Something about your words got his heart beating faster and he has no idea if its just the amount of alcohol he has consumed by now or just you.

You clinked on his empty glass. And asked, “You want more?” He nodded. And you poured him another. “Remember the girl, I introduced to you before?” You stopped and think for a second and it dawned to you. “Hell yeah, I remember.”

“She’s actually my ex-girlfriend.” He declared.

“Well that I did not expected. The ex part. I can tell though she looks really special.”

“Well, we’re together for a while. But now we’re just co-workers for this debut song of a girl I told you about before. That’s why she was here also the last time, we were looking through old sketches that I have after the meeting. We actually finished that quite early. ”

He never really talked that much about himself. He’s good at talking about work, which for you is already more than enough. You know that despite your living situation, he’s not really obligated to get personal if he doesnt want to. And besides, you also don’t want to. Your end of the rope for sure is scared of any form of vulnerability anyway—so you’re not expecting or demanding that from anybody else.

“So you’re just co-workers now?”

“Yeah, I think so. I really don’t know what I feel.”

“Well, relationships are messy my friend.” Raising your glass of wine as if to cheers and chugging it in one go.

Not sure of what to say next but he looks like he’s in mood to talk but the topic looks too sensitive to even crack a joke so you continued drinking despite the eerie atmosphere.

“If you dont mind me asking, what happened?” Yes, despite your immense effort to hold yourself back. Like any other novel you read, you have this eager feeling to know how it ends. Your mind is literally shouting, ‘But I gots to know!!’

And so you asked. Half fearing for your life for being too nosy and half expecting that you might be up for a good story. Elbows resting on the table, with your chin at the palm of your hand looking eager to hear the story.

“We’ve been together for a while”

“Yeah, you said that already.. and that she’s a song writer. I figured.” Unconsciously saying your thoughts out loud.

“You wanna tell the story instead?” He teasingly reacted in a straight face.

“I didn’t mean to say that out loud… I literally said that in my mind and my mouth just burst it open. They both can’t coordinate that well. I’m sorry. You may continue…sir. Please don’t cut my head off.” You love teasing him.

“You’re drunk.” He was pointing out the obvious by that time, after two bottles of wine.

“Yes she’s a songwriter. They said before thay she’s the words to my melody. Well… before.”

Something about those words just made your heart ache. Frowning in his words you continue to listen.

“We’re together for about 2 years? And then on and off after…. She cheated on me, slept with another producer from another company. I really thought that was the end but after that i still accepted her. I don’t know why.”

“Aigoo you dumbass solider of love. And then??” Continuously frowning in frustration led you to keep on drinking.

He has no plans of actually telling this story tonight, it just poured out. You’re just one of those people that actually listens. He has seen you before, how intensely you focus on a movie or in a book that it bothers you for day. You love hearing stories and your willingness felt like a safe space for his unspoken scars.

“She keeps coming back to me and I keep accepting her. That’s it.”

With a confused look on your face, “I don’t get it.”

“Like you said, relationships are messy.” He’s obviously trying to close the topic already but that’s not going to stop you—you never stop midway of the story. This is not how it ends.

“Messy is one thing, toxic is another. And since when are you a coward? You don’t strike me as one. Really.” ‘Yeah i was.’ Yoongi thought in his head. Words are just literally pouring out of your mouth by now, drowning yet another glass. Yoongi opening your forth bottle.

“Boy, I bought the wrong alcohol tonight, tequila would’ve been perfect.” You declared as he pours you a refill. He laughed at this comment, he kept wondering sometimes how easy it is for you to make him laugh.

“No but all kidding aside… Hard question coming in, Min Yoongi. Do you still love her?” Looking right at his eyes and him staring back at you as he answered. “No, we broke up a month before I moved in here.”

‘That’s quite a while, at least 9 or 10 months now…’ you thought to yourself

“Yeah but having been broken up doesn’t mean that love is gone. It’s not a switch you know.”

“I know. And I wish it was, she’s was a big part of my life I’m not denying that and maybe she always will be. But I’ve changed, she has changed—we’re no longer the same people that we were in the same relationship where I keep questioning my self worth. That’s done now, over. Love took a turn, and it doesn’t look the same anymore. We’re just co-workers now that’s all.”

You like the way he said it. Being no longer the same people that they were. You nodded in his statement not sure what to say next and also feeling a little dizzy.

“I gotta pee.” You suddenly declared and stood up, ran in small steps to the bathroom with Yoongi smiling at you and shaking his head.

And when you got back, he got you a warm water on your favorite mug.

Your thoughts are all over the place when you’re drunk, like you said—your mouth just spills it all out.

“You know what, this is all very brave of you. Being friends with your ex, I can’t imagine.”

“Why? Can’t you?” Staring blankly and holding onto your mug, eyes blinking fast in this question.

“I’m not sure. I’ve never really done it before, I’ll let you know if I can.”

You’ve been staring hard on your mug contemplating on his question. He gently touched your hand that’s been holding your mug and said, “Just drink your water.” And pulled it away as soon as you looked like your soul has comeback to earth.

“Can’t I…?” You repeated the question again, and this time out loud.

Hands underneath your chin and resting your elbows on the table. Yoongi is just staring at you, hands in his cheeks—thumb underneath his chin, not even sure if you can even see him. “I hate your question.” You looked at his eyes this time and said that and he just smiled and when he did, you narrowed your eyes. “I hate your smile too.” And this time, he gave you an even bigger one, those gummy smile. And whenever he smiles at you like that you just can’t help but grin in return.

You chugged the water and showed him your empty mug.

He got up and put the rest of the unopened bottle of wine back to the fridge just to prevent you from opening yet another. With his back facing you, arranging the couple of bottles left unto your fridge.

“Yoongi-ah, I know and I love how we respect each other’s privacy and all but just in case things get too heavy. I’m always here, you know. I mean, I’m really glad about today.”

He looked back at you, hands underneath your chin again and eyelids looking all heavy.

“Same goes for you, I’m always here…” And he turned his back again, “fixing you some food and light bulbs.”

And that statement made you smile. “Indeed, my friend. Indeed.”

He went back to the table and grabbed your wine glass and emptying it for you.

“So you wanna talk about how nothing went right today?” You sighed with your eyes closed.

“Maybe next time, my friend.” You stood up from the dinning table, offered to clean the rest of the dishes but Yoongi insisted that he’d do it instead. So you just nodded and slowly creep back into your room.

“Thanks for today, Yoongi.” You thanked him before you go, peeking behind the wall near the counter and he just smiled at you, cleaning gloves on and started washing the dishes.

Minutes later, you shouted from inside of your room.

“Hey i’ll be in the bathroom for a while. Hope you’re already done using it.”

Yoongi didnt answer. He’s already in his room.

You sat in the tub filled with water that is too hot for anyone else but not for you. Head all dizzy and pounding. It’s 2 am and nothing is more comforting than the silence of it all. Alcohol keeps you awake, more than coffee ever does. The dizziness, the feeling that is drilling in your head, makes it hard for you to sleep. Despite the fact that you always drink. You always drink on an empty stomach though, just so you’re sure you would pass out and not have a hard time sleeping.

But tonight you can’t say no—Yoongi made dinner and as much as you hate how you’re having a hard time now you don’t regret it. The question he said, still lingers. And you know your answer to this, you can’t.

Along with the headache, comes the memories you rarely remember—there are just some special days where somehow the guilt and regret still comes to you in waves, together with conversations you long to let go.

“You can’t be serious?” Joon said, voice cracking with hand on his hair in frustration. “But I am.” With a straight face you answered, “I can’t marry you, Joon. I don’t want to have kids and I know how much you want to have children.” Feeling the desperation in his face and actions, he held your hands close and hugged you. “I love you, I want to marry you. We don’t need to have kids immediately, that’s years away. We don’t have to even worry about that now.” It hurts you to seem him this way, yes both of you may be young—maybe you will change your mind but there’s no guarantee to it. You held onto his shoulder to see his face, tears kept rolling down his face and you keep wiping it off one by one. You’ve thought about this even just a year into the relationship, with all the dad jokes and tiny little shoes he kept in his room. He’s going to be a wonderful dad you thought—maybe not just to your kids because you don’t want one.

The most wonderful man in the world just asked you to marry him a few minutes ago, and now he’s crying on your shoulder in defeat. While you can’t even bring yourself to cry, everything about this just made you numb. You just know you’re doing the right thing. Keeping him by your side with a promise of a future you can’t guarantee is not what love is. You loved him—even much so that you could ever admit.

With the knock on the door, you went back to reality.

“Hey you in there?” His voice echoing at 2 in the morning.

“Yeah, I’ll be here still for a while. You need it?”

“No, it’s okay.” He quietly said, as you heard his footsteps getting farther away.

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yslkook · 3 years

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gorgeous

#corporate masterlist

summary: it’s the office holiday party, and when you show up wearing this dress, jungkook doesn’t know what to do with himself. (jk pov) word count: 3014 warnings: alcohol, cursing, smut 18+- jk jerks it in a bathroom, he’s very into oc and she doesnt know it, jk is pining a/n: here is a lil holiday-esque drabble. this story takes place about a month after the team returns to seoul from ch 6. pls enjoy this first attempt at smut for jk. ty to @taestybae for her endless support <333

Jungkook doesn’t know what to expect from this office holiday party- apparently there had been a huge budget surplus this year and the regulatory department had decided to go all out. The party planners had booked an evening at one of the ballrooms in one of swankiest hotels in Seoul. Meaning that the party itself was semi-formal, or close to it.

Meaning that Jungkook would rather be at home playing video games and eating pizza than dressed in a suit. He’s tired, it’s been a long few months, and he just wants to go home.

But he plays the part, and he plays the part well. Namjoon introduces him to a few people, higher ups, after he grabs a glass of spiced wine from the open bar.

Maybe he can at least get a little drunk. As a treat.

His thoughts drift to you for a moment. He wonders what you’re doing. Maybe he’ll text you later, if he’s feeling a little brave. Maybe with some liquid courage.

He’s already looking forward to it. But he doesn’t have to, because you walk in through the doors with Seokjin on your arm.

Jungkook audibly chokes on his wine when he spots you. Namjoon gives him a strange look but Jungkook ignores it, in favor of staring at you. Jungkook’s throat goes dry the closer both you and Seokjin get to him, Namjoon and Sana.

He can’t be next to you, not when you look like that. Not when you look so much more pretty than anything his own dreams could have conjured up.

“Hi, Jungkook,” You say, your voice low and sweet at the same time.

He nearly faints.

“Hi,” Jungkook mumbles, “What are you doing here?”

“Huh? Should I leave?” You tease, pointing at the door with your thumb.

“No, I just- I thought this was a reg thing?” Jungkook asks desperately, digging himself into a deeper hole. You only smile even wider at him.

“Oh, am I not good enough company for you people then?” You scoff, “Maybe we should leave, Sana.”

“No,” Jungkook nearly whines, “That’s not what I meant-”

Jin is having a blast watching Jungkook tripping over his words as the younger man confirms his own already existing suspicions.

Namjoon tells Jungkook that he had invited you and Sana and you reply saying that you had come along with Jin.

What you don’t say is that Jin probably would have found a way to drag you to this party regardless. His jaw had dropped when he had picked you up from your house and you’re flustered under his gaze, something that has only happened a handful of times since you’ve known Jin-

“What? Is it too much? I thought they said semi-formal,” You panic, “Jin, I don’t have anything else! Should I go change? Fuck it, I’m not coming. Jin! Will you say something!”

“You look good, stupid,” Jin says easily and unabashedly lets his eyes roam, “You’re sexy.”

“Oh.”

Your dark green dress hugs your curves but still leaves enough to the imagination. Jungkook’s eyes dart to your shoulders and the dip of your chest, where he sees more of your tattoo that he’s ever seen before. He swallows nervously and when you walk with Sana to the bar, he sees the slit in your dress and an eyeful of your thigh.

Jungkook chugs his drink. The pink flush of his cheeks can be attributed to alcohol after all.

You’re perfectly elegant and sexy, unaware that Jungkook is having a minor breakdown while trying to stave off popping a boner at this very public event.

He’s not having much luck.

Jungkook is now on his third glass of spiced wine, in an attempt to stop himself from searching for you. No matter where you are in the room, you seem to pop up in his periphery. Whether you’re speaking to Hae-ri, or you’re shoveling appetizers into your mouth with Seokjin, or you’re speaking with Namjoon’s boss… you always seem to be in his line of vision.

He seems to be one of the youngest people in the regulatory department, a fact that Jungkook’s colleagues seem to always want to bring up. Remarks of how they’re old and of ‘kids these days’ as they look pointedly at him, saying that he’s young and spry are the norm.

It’s annoying and he resists the urge to roll his eyes. He just grins and bears it, going through his third glass of wine much quicker than expected.

These people always say they want change and fresh ideas and somehow refuse to embrace them. It makes Jungkook scoff. He’s happy with his small team of Namjoon, you and Sana. He’s happy that you’re all young at heart and that things aren’t so competitive. He knows he’s blessed in that aspect.

Jungkook is thankful when Seokjin pulls him away to introduce him to his own boss-

“You’re Namjoon’s golden boy,” Seokjin shrugs, “Everyone already knows you.”

He wants to ask, do people know you? But he refrains, not wanting Jin to get the wrong idea. Jungkook shouldn’t be as surprised as he is when he sees you standing next to Namjoon with Jin’s boss and one of her colleagues.

Now he really has to keep himself in check. You make him weak and despite his best attempts to avoid looking at you, his eyes land on you anyway. And how can he not turn his gaze to you?

He’s a goner, and he knew it from the minute he saw you walk into the venue.

Jungkook watches your red lips move as you speak with Seokjin’s boss and he vaguely wonders how your lipstick has remained intact this long. Your laugh is like music in his ears, you even throw your head back in genuine mirth at something that Seokjin’s boss says.

You’re not watching him. So he sips his wine and allows himself to enjoy your presence, all wrapped up in front of him in possibly the prettiest dress on the prettiest woman he’s ever met.

Your whole body shakes as you laugh unabashedly and fully and Jungkook dares to ogle your chest for longer than he should of a colleague. But you’re you, and he’s just a boy.

You’re his dream girl and he’s just a boy.

He wonders what your skin might taste like- you always smell so good, the faint scent of something warm and comforting always surrounds you. Your skin is glowing, the ink on your shoulders shining with the light from the chandeliers above.

And then your thigh peeks out and the sight of your leg sends an arrow of arousal straight down his spine. Jungkook thinks he catches a glimpse of color on your upper thigh but it’s gone as quickly as it comes.

His throat is dry again. He needs another drink.

While he wants to look at you in peace as if you were a painting made just for him, he wants your attention too. Before he can slide into the conversation and see your pretty eyes light up for him, you turn to him on your own.

“Hi,” You murmur to him once it’s clear that Seokjin has steered the conversation with his boss away from you, “Feel like I didn’t get to say hello to you properly earlier.”

“O-oh,” Jungkook mumbles, “No worries.”

“Got any plans for the holidays?” You ask softly. Your voice rings loud and clear in his ears, the sweet taste of wine on his tongue has nothing on what he imagines your lips feel like against his.

“J-just goin’ to my parents’. My brother’s coming for a few days, with his girlfriend,” Jungkook says, letting himself relax around you. It’s easy for him to do, when you give him a smile and a laugh that makes his heart lurch.

“Oh! You have a brother,” You reply, “Older or younger?”

“Older.”

“Ah, so you’re the baby of the house,” You tease, looking at him over the rim of your glass. Jungkook is momentarily distracted by the glossy taupe of your nails. And then his eyes travel up your fingers, as he catches exactly two small tattoos over your knuckles.

“I’m not the baby,” Jungkook complains and your teasing eyes melt away, instead replaced by a warm ember of something more. Your eyes are dark and hooded as you take him in, and it sets his blood alight.

“I know, Jungkook,” You murmur, your voice low and raspy. The corner of your lips quirk up into a smirk and all Jungkook can do is swallow his nerves down. He feels like he’s vibrating, just from your simple look. He preens in your gaze, wanting any and all of your attention.

Not for the first time, he struggles to keep his eyes above your neckline. Jungkook chugs the rest of his wine hastily and your eyebrows raise in mild curiosity.

Jungkook is struggling to maintain his composure and if he doesn’t get his shit together, you’ll surely notice the small tent in his pants. Only you, looking so gorgeous in green can pull this kind of reaction from him with just a few words.

Jungkook is a sucker.

The hungry look in your eyes passes and instead you ask him about his brother and his family. He falls into easy conversation with you, telling you about last year’s holiday and how he had baked about fifty cookies too many for his family so he had eaten them all instead. He asks you what you usually do for the holiday, to which you reply that sometimes you and Grandma spend it with Seokjin and his family.

The lines between colleagues and friendship have long been blurred between you and Jungkook. At least, that’s how you feel. Normally, you wouldn’t offer that kind of information up to a colleague. But Jungkook feels like a little more than a colleague to you.

“Uh. Do you want to sit with me and eat?” You ask almost shyly and Jungkook feels his cheeks heating up. He nods immediately and follows you to the buffet line, enjoying the way your ass looks in that dress and eating up any glimpse of your leg he can get.

Happy holidays, indeed.

“How messy do you think these people get after a few glasses of wine?” You muse, observing the higher ups chatting with each other on the other side of the room.

“Pretty damn messy,” Jungkook replies, “Look at Hae-ri, she’s wasted. And Yunho too-”

“Maybe there will be a day where we can act like that and not worry about whether we’ll be fired or not the next day…”

“It’s all about control,” Jungkook says knowingly, “You just gotta fake it till you make it.”

“Don’t gotta tell me that twice,” You scoff, “I feel like I can never get drunk at these things. Feels like big brother is watching, you know?”

“Can’t relate,” Jungkook says smoothly, “What’s the point of a work party if you won’t take advantage of the open bar?”

You laugh loudly, and Jungkook nearly jumps when your hand floats over his forearm to steady yourself. Jungkook sharply turns his face towards yours, meeting your electric eyes. You cross one leg over the other, the skirt of your dress falling a little bit to the side.

And Jungkook sees even more of your upper thigh tattoo than he had before. Now he knows for certain that your ink wasn’t just a figment of his imagination.

“Sorry,” You mumble.

He doesn’t know what you’re apologizing for, but he misses the heat of your hand when you place it back in your lap.

When you ask him if he wants to get seconds at the buffet with you, he immediately nods. You say nothing as he reflexively puts his hand at the small of your back. He’s a man, but he’s a gentleman, after all.

The simple touch and heat of your skin through the fabric of your dress is enough of a memory for him to store for later. He allows himself the luxury of it and when you stand a little closer to him, he can’t help himself from letting his thoughts wander.

Jungkook needs to leave. He needs to either find a bathroom or get his ass home, because the longer he’s in your presence, the harder it is for him to conceal himself from you.

Specifically, his boner. His cock seems to jump whenever you’re in his line of sight and it’s messing with his head.

He’s painfully hard by the point in the night when speeches from the higher ups are being made. They’re thanking the department for their hard work for the year and wishing everyone a prosperous new year. Meanwhile Jungkook isn’t paying attention.

He’s tipsy and he’s thinking about how you’d fit in the crevices of his hands. He’s thinking about how your hips might feel in his hands, how the column of your throat would taste, how you’d look with his head buried in between your inked thighs.

He wants to shove his face into your tits and he nearly groans out loud at the thought. He wonders how his cock would look in your hands, how you’d stroke him, how your mouth would feel…

Jungkook sneaks away from the ballroom in search of a private bathroom. He leaves quietly, not wanting to answer questions. Not when he’s this painfully hard, and the mere thought of you in that dress is seemingly enough for him to cum in his pants.

He swiftly walks through the halls with his jacket subtly covering the front of his pants. He’s mortified that it’s come to this, but if he doesn’t make himself cum in the next ten minutes he might explode.

Jungkook finally finds a bathroom and shoves himself inside, immediately standing in front of the mirror and pulling his belt off.

He’s so desperate. He wonders if you’d like that, if you’d like his desperation that stems from you.

Jungkook pulls his cock out of the confines of his boxers and strokes himself slowly at first. Teasingly. He sighs softly at the relief that his right hand gives him.

Fuck. Would you like that? Would you like that he’s this desperate for you? Would you praise him?

He squeezes his eyes shut, pretending that it’s your hand on his cock and not his own. He can see you in his mind, your lipstick beyond smudged, eyes watery and your dress rumpled.

He can see your tattoos on display for him, the ones on your shoulder, your chest and your thigh. Maybe you’d even tell him that they all mean.

The thought sends another rush of blood to his cock. He pumps himself faster, groaning softly and biting his bottom lip.

He imagines you telling him to be loud for you, to let you hear him. In that low, sexy voice.

Jungkook moans your name into the empty bathroom. He’s long been leaking precum from his cock, perhaps since the moment he laid eyes on you. He’s so close…

Everything suddenly feels magnified- his touch on his cock, the thought of your tits spilling over the bodice of your dress. The feel of your lips on his.

His mind runs wild when it comes to you.

Jungkook strokes himself even faster, only to stop abruptly. Start, stop. Start, stop. He whines to himself and peels his eyes open to watch himself in the mirror. His eyes are hooded, cheeks reddened and lips pouty and swollen from biting down.

He needs more than his own hand. He needs friction.

Without a second thought, he plasters his hands over the counter and rocks his hips into the edge of the surface. With a loud, broken moan he grinds into the counter. Wondering how your pussy might feel instead of the cold surface. Or your hands. Or your tits.

He slows down to a slow grind, teasing himself with the thought of you. What would you look like when he made you cum? What would you look like when you came on your own fingers?

He speeds up a little more, groaning and whimpering as the need to cum quickly approaches. The knot in his belly has become even tighter, ready to burst. Jungkook feels like his skin is on fire, his hands doing little to alleviate it.

He pulls off of the counter and strokes himself harshly with rough tugs, groaning your name under his breath. Jungkook thinks about you, waking up next to you after a nap together, bringing you ice cream after a long day, kissing you just because he can in his fantasies.

Thick ropes of white coat his hands and spray across the counter recklessly as he moans brokenly for nobody to hear.

Jungkook’s knees feel weak as he tries to regain his breath. He braces himself on the counter before taking a paper towel to clean himself up. After, he wets a paper towel with soap and cleans up the counter and the mirror.

His cheeks are blazing once the gravity of what he just did hits him. How is he supposed to face you now?

He doesn’t regret it. You’re his dream girl.

It’s no surprise that soon after Jungkook emerges from the bathroom, the closing remarks are just about to finish. That’s great timing because once they do, he’s booking it out of the hotel as fast as he can.

And that’s exactly what he does. He leaves, only saying goodbye to Namjoon and makes a beeline for the exit. His Uber is already waiting for him.

He doesn’t notice you looking for him to say goodbye.

It’s later, when he’s in the safety of his bedroom and in his pajamas, that his phone lights up-

you: hey, u must have left before I found you. Just wanted to say bye and happy holidays Jk 💓

Jungkook can’t help his heart doing cartwheels or the smile on his face at your text.

He also can’t help his cock from jumping, either.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook x reader #bts x reader

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daddynegandesires · 3 years

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Secrets chapter 1

Summary: Daddy Negan and (y/n) had a falling off with eachother but what happens when a new man pops up in his life trying to be a better father than he was at taking care of his little girl and his use to be girlfriend.

Warning: jealousy, anger, fighting, some smut, violence, cheating

18+

(Updated)

*flashback*

Objects were flying all over the house (y/n) was screaming at the top of her lungs chucking any items she sees in her way at negan.

"Hey!...hey! Calm the fuck down!!" Negan yelled dogging the picture frame that came flying at his head shattering on the wall behind him.

"You fucking peice of shit! I knew you were screwing around behind my back!" Tears streaming down your face you marched to the kitchen grabbing a big knife out of the knife block streching your arm out towards negan with the sharp tip almost grazing against his throat.

Negan quickly grabbed your hand steady that was holding the knife trying to persuade you to put it down your whole body was on fire shaking with rage.

"Baby....put the knife down...you dont want to do this" negan slowly began pushing your hand away sliding the knife out of your grip placing it on the counter behind him.

"M....mommy..." A small frightened little voice called out from the hallway

You instantly collapsed on the floor with your back sliding down the kitchen counter in tears resting your head in your hands

*end of flashback*

"Ellie!...come get your breakfast baby!" You called out while spreading the last bit of peanut butter on her toast and placing it on the counter next to her OJ.

" goodmornin mommy!" Ellie sweetly called out before hopping up in her chair slopply chugging down her OJ spilling it down her face

" haha Slow down hunny i dont want you to choke" giving her a little kiss on her forehead sitting down next to her

"Can i see daddy today?" Ellie ask curiously while chomping down on her peanut butter toast giving me goofy faces after each bite.

The doorbell rings and ellie jumps straight out of her chair running up to the door flinging it out impatiently.

"Hey babygirl!" Negan bends down to her level swooping her up in his arms giving her small little kisses all over her cheeks closing the door behind him.

"I miss you daddy" ellie said giggling

You were still sitting at the table swirling the spoon in your bowl of cereal zoning out. Hearing his voice still hurts hell even just looking at him hurts you. You loved him you wanted to marry him a part of you still hasn't forgave him for what he did to you. He ruined this relationship...you were snapped out of your thoughts when negan and ellie came and sat down at the table with you.

"Hi..." He says sitting ellie down in her chair

"Hey...." You say quietly giving him a half smile

"How have you been?" He sits down next to you grabbing an apple from the fruit basket

You wanted to tell him the truth you wanted him to know how bad you actually hurt how you lay awake at night crying and blaming yourself for everything.

"Im okay....haha..." You nervously shift in your chair about to speak but the front door opens your heart begins to race at the fact that its a guy you have been seeing that negan doesnt know about.

"Hi jack!!" Ellie playfully yells out

"Hey kiddo!" Jack walks into the kitchen scruffing up the hair ontop of ellies head before turing to you and negan in a silence

"Hey baby..." Jack lands a kiss on your cheek while not breaking eye contact with negan.

There was a long awkward tension between the two of them untill negan gor up from his chair walking over to ellie.

"Jack??...hi, im negan ellies dad" he says with a god awful smirk on his face he extends out his arm for a handshake

"Hi negan nice to meet you...im (y/n) new boyfriend" he closes the hand shake with his hand before pulling away

" well would you look at that....boyfriend huh?" negan glares in your direction you dont dare stare up at him your face was getting flushed

"Well on that note me and ellie should be heading out, right KiDdO?" Negan said in a mocking voice before swooping ellie up

"Wait i have her bag packed its in her room" you quickly said hopping up from your seat running to the room to grab it. You handed the bag off to negan he slung it over his shoulder with ellie in his other arm standing on the porch.

"Have fun i love you baby"giving ellie a quick kiss on her cheek

"Ill have her back before 8....i promise" negan leaned in and gave you a small kiss on your cheek without breaking eye contact with jack standing behind her.

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"I dont think negan likes me ha..." Jack lets out a small laugh

"He does....he is just...protective" you begin cleaning up the kitchen and doing dishes when jack comes up behind you grinding his soon to be hard cock on your ass

"Jack....i have to go get ready for our date" your face beings to flush and you spin around landing a kiss on his lips

"Mmm...you always taste so good...." His hands now on your hips

You grinned at jack before slipping out of his grasp. You snuck off to the bathroom andclosed the door behind you running the water in the bathtub you slipped off your clothes slowly lowering yourself into your hot bathwater. Laying there with your eyes closed your phone buzzed and startled you. Your dripping wet hand reached over and picked it up seeing that it was a text from negan.

From negan:

So you got yourself a young new boy toy..

You opened the message and scoffed at what he had sent you, you tossed your phone back down on your towel before it buzzed again.

From negan:

Dont ignore me....

"Asshole...." You whispered to yourself before slipping out of the tub drying yourself off with your towel. You walk over to your closet pulling out a skin tight black dress with black high heels. Slipping on your black bra and black lacey thong you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror youve always struggled with your body image because your thighs were bigger than most girls and negan always made you feel better about yourself when it came to situations like that. Snapping yourself out of your thoughts you apply the rest of your makeup and head out witb jack to dinner.

"You look sexy..." Jack complimented you kissing on your neck

"Thank you..." Looking up at him through your dark mascara filled lashes and biting at your ruby red lipstick

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Jack had dropped you off back at home when you instantly heard negans car pull up in the drive way. 8 o'clock on the dot. This man never plays around. You opened the door to se negans face in awe.

"Je-sus!..hello hot mommy..where have you been" negan walked through the door biting at his lip with ellie asleep in his arms.

"I went on a date....its none of your concern" you said with your hands on your hips your dress hugged your curves in all the right places. Negan went to go lay ellie down when you stepped outside to light a cigarette.

"Smoking again huh..." Negan stepped outside beside you

" i never stopped..." You took a long drag on your cigarette your ruby red lips parting letting the smoke roll out of your mouth

"Why did you ignore me..."

"Im none of your concern anymore...so dont act so fucking generous" you said annoyingly throwing your cigarette on the ground stepping on it with your heel

"Fiesty.....i miss that" negans tongue slipped across his bottom lip

You were about to open the door to walk back inside when negan grabbed you by the waist tightly causing you to moan pushing your body up agaisnt the brick wall on the porch. His hand making his way up to your throat gently applying pressure his lips lightly grazed yours feeling his stubble from his beard on your cheeks. He moved in closing the gap between your bodies you could feel his rock hard cock bulding in his jeans only causing your pussy to be wet even more.

"Negan i cant do this...i have jack" innocently moaning

"what he doesnt know wont hurt him..." He whispered in your ear giving you goosebumps

You snapped out of it realizing what he just said is the same thing he said to the woman that he cheated on you with. You shoved him off of you.

"Negan go!...now!" You pointed at him to leave before slamming the door in his face crying storming off to your bedroom.

(Let me know if you guys want another chapter!❤❤)

#negan x you #negan x reader #negan #jdm #jeffrey dean morgan

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curious-menace · 3 years

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Rogues all nighter headcanons

i did my first night shift the other week (5 weeks ago at time of wring lmfao). it was actually really fun! i think i much prefer it to regular hours, especially since its only one day a week. it was quiet, i got a lot done and i didnt have to deal with many customers. i spent the time coming up with headcanons and some stories i wanted to write so i was wondering what all the rogues would do with an allnighter? why are they up so late anyway?

Penguin

penguin does a LOT of all nighters. in fact id say he does more nightshift stuff than dayshift. the lounge is a demanding mistress, he likes to be there to oversee things and he’s even been known to help out if theyre short staffed. i know he’s a fancy guy who likes luxuary but hes not above mucking in when needed. he can go all night if he’s just sitting in the managers room but if he’s helping out on the floor he needs a coffee every hour on the hour or he starts to get grumpy as shit.

twoface

as a rule, he doesnt anymore. when he was younger, taking the bar exam he’d have quite happily done an all nighter. whether it was partying or studying he could do it with no repercussions. nowdays he’s STAUNCHLY against it. mans in his 40′s if he sleeps funny once he’s got to turn his entire body to look at you for the rest of the week . hes not about to take a chance fucking up his sleeping pattern just because he wants to watch one more episode of antiques hunter on bbc1 . IF he’s staying up all night, its under duress. its gotta be because he’s in the asylum and someone is screaming or he’s been arested or because he’s pulling a job that can only be done at night. Harvey copes better than twoface without sleep but they both agree its a shit situation and refuse to do it again anytime soon.

ivy

the last time ivy pulled an allnighter was at college and shes not willing to do it again in a hurry. she doesnt sleep at night persay, she doesnt really need it. but she does like to lie in a hammock and doze or just listen to music with her eyes closed. night is a time for relaxing, she doesnt want to be up working late. If you made her stay up ,she gets hella grumpy by around 3am and usually starts chugging sugar water to keep her peppy.

Riddler

sleep schedule? don't know her. he just works until he passes out. maybe thats an all nighter, maybe its not. he doesnt know, his workshop doesnt even have a working clock. why is he up all night? work, cant sleep, forgot to sleep, take your pick. he’s kinda hyper, he lives off energy drinks, coffee and sheer determination. He has a lot of nightmares, so even if he DOES go to bed hes usually up again a few hours later. expect him to take powernaps in random places to keep himself going

Scarecrow

this lunatic is even worse than riddler. but, unlike ed, jon actually doesnt need that much sleep. pulling an allnighter isnt that out of the norm for him. He does drink a lot of coffee but honestly? i think fear toxin being a stimulant has left him permanently sort of buzzed. i doubt scarecrow could go back to a normal sleep pattern if he tried.

Harley

Ah. poor harl. she starts off so strong then crashes spectacularly like a led balloon around 2am. i dont think she’s even actually made it all night, even in her college days. she’s so peppy and full of energy during the day, she just never remembers to take it easy so she can last longer at night. the only reason i can imagine her being up is because of joker or ivy and even then she’s likely to fall asleep on the job at some point.

this was kinda dumb but i just wanted to get it out of my drafts instead of deleting it. its been half done for weeks, it seemed a shame to give up half way.

got something you wana talk about? send me an ask or a dm!💜💙💛🧡💚❤️

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cosmos-fudge · 3 years

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so this might turn into part ask blog thing soo info (drawings of characters when drawing tablet works again)

long post

i have a lot of characters so ima start with my main ones rn (i also haven't made all the characters yet :b) fantasy series (that i haven't started work on it will be a comic/animation series) Teo (tea-o) height: 5,7 pronouns: he/they (mostly he/him) gender: male sexuality: asexual & aromantic age: 20 birthday: March 27th extra info: "talks like this," archer, the eldest of the trio, wears a mask & covers half of his face with hair cause scarring, quiet, kinda rude, doesn't like of getting touched, likes cats, dark fluffy hair, knows when they need to be kind/caring, will shoot you, protects people he cares about, shortest in the group, Keiron (key-ron) height: 5,9 pronouns: he/him gender: trans man sexuality: bisexual age: 16 birthday: October 28th extra info: "talks like this," main character, trans man, ex-royalty (used to be a prince), kinda dumb, sweet, impulsive, get way to in the moment (jumped off a cliff once because of that), learning to use a bow, uses a sword, has a sibling type rivalry with al Allie/Al (al-E) height: 5:8 pronouns: she/they gender: fem nonbinary sexuality: pansexual, poly age: 17 birthday: June 15th extra info: "talks like this," uses a sword, missing left eye so they wear an eyepatch, runs fast, hyper, "FIGHT ME!!" also impulsive but "I HAVE FUCKING IMPULSE CONTROL KEIRON!!" "*distant* FUCK YOU!!", has a sibling type rivalry with Keiron (they aren't related tho), still sweet but in a mean ish way personality's (do not have DID or anything like it, its just parts of my personality into characters, I have 3 so far) Mike height: 6,3 pronouns: he/him gender: cis male sexuality: bisexual (likes men more tho) age: 25-27 birthday: October 31st (they don't have actual bdays so they choose them) extra info: "talks like this"❤, prick, over confident (but still hates himself), I bring him out when I'm scared cause he is that over confident strong masculine feeling that gets rid of most of my fear, don't touch him or his friends. protecc. Nico height: 6 ft pronouns: they/she/he gender: genderqueer sexuality: somewhere around pansexual & bisexual age: 19-23 birthday: February 14th extra info: "talks like this"🌷, super impulsive, the most impulsive & loud, my super hyper & easily excitable side, WILL chug 8 monsters, extrovert, extrovert who adopts introverts, "I WILL FIGHT YOU IF YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT HURTING MY CHILD-"🌷 fuck around & find out, don't touch her or anything weirdly if you do you will be lucky to escape him with broken bones. "I'm here what do ya need?"🌷 protecc & attacc, Ann height: 4,9 pronouns: doesnt really go by anything but fine with they/them gender: doesn't have one sexuality: aromantic & asexual age: doesnt really have one birthday: April 13th extra info: "talks like this", shy, quiet, that feeling of random intense fear & sadness i get, wont talk much, doesnt like being put on the spot, gets overwhelmed easily, be nice >:(, "c-can you please leave me alone? I don't wanna talk right now.." likes cats & plushies, HATES/TERRIFIED of being touched, Neo height: 5,8 pronouns: he/they/it gender: doesnt have one sexuality: doesnt label themself as anything but will date anyone as long as they arent a prick, kinda asexual age: 21-23 birthday: december 23 extra info: "talks like this"🔋, newest one, not to hyper but doesnt really get tired, the least angry/doesnt get as angry as the others do, plushies :), dont know much about it yet, hasnt been to be dragged into the FNF fandom, yet. the key word there is YET! and finally, mod info! height: 5,2 for now pronouns: they/them he/they gender: Agender sexuality: Pansexual age: Minor birthday: Dec 22nd extra info: "talks like this" can kinda draw & animate,, i never stop talking, dumb, rat bastard, goblin, swear to much, will kill someone for you, "I'm here what do ya need?" ✨useless✨, gets obsessed with things easily, rn its FNF, getting back into UNDERTALE, Minecraft, dsmp(haven't watched it yet cause I'm waiting for things to get better again), TBHK.

simping for my best friend, major sweet tooth, vent a lot, overshare, discord & discord server Whitty#3120 https://discord.gg/S35THKzYXS , stabby stabby :), *dumbass mode activate* REEEEE, e,

#send asks #ask me stuff #ask me things #ask blog #my characters #oc #i have no one to talk to please talk to me and give me attention #i crave attention

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