#imsorry?? hold on

[lonelycornergremlin]

HELLO ?? IM CRYING YOUR NOTES ON THE CAMPUS CRUSHING WITH OCTABOYS WAS SO SWEET IM GONNA CRY TYSM <33

AAAA?! wait u answered,, omg? okay. hold on. i just, I just need a minute here

YOUUUU

ur skrunkle! I just, aa

bro, i’m literally like, eating ur fics i’m soRy

i just, okay.

hi.

#writers #omgggg #imsorry?? hold on #ur hot #omgconfessioninthetags?? #imsorryijustwannaeaturwritig #likebitchholdmedownimboutagoferal

[absentmoon]

just realized my non fnv mutuals don't know about how absolutely fucking ridiculous benny is

here are some lines off the top of my head:

- What in the goddamn?

- Smooth moves, hey, like smooth little babies

- You're out of my league (about three sentences before he is very eager to sleep with the courier)

- THE BENNY SEX SCENE. ALL OF IT.

-sorry im cursed with terrible knowledge you don't understand my burden. you can't understand what its like. he calls it heyhey. he says the words "best heyhey everever". he calls breasts charlies. i haven't talked about this because i keep this blog sfw but im in hell i need to talk about it just once just one time YOU CAN SLEEP WITH HIM AFTER ONE CONVERSATION. THE GUY WHO SHOT YOU IN THE HEAD. CHRIST

- aw baby not crucifixion

#nsft #IMSORRY IVE BEEN HOLDING ON TO THIS TERRIBLE TERRIBLE KNOWLEDGE #BE GLAD I DIDNT GO INTO MORE DETAIL. THERES MORE DETAIL. #🎰.benny #daisy.txt

[caracello]

i was not prepared for this im like sweating and twitchy llike swriously? seriously ? for real???? sleeveless????????????

#imSORRY for being like this over a guy taking off his jacket but its so sickening #iits fucked its fucked.its so fucked #ITS SO FUCKED #im standing just off screen in every shot holding her coat for him BTW. #gush:{🪔}

[xiaophobic]

WAIT ACTUALLY OMG YOURE SO RIGHT?!?!? I THINK ITS BEEN MORE THAN A YEAR SINCE I FIRST SENT YOU AN ASK ☹☹ i remember ghere were only like three or four of us anons back then and that old xiao fic i read (which i still yhink is HEAVENLY that aged so well bae you dont even know) but i also remember always being super happy when youd answer my asks and I STILL DO FR FR‼ its actually been so long and i still enjoy reading every one of ur replies and eat up every single fic, thats what i call 4lyfers🤞on another note, tysm for all the advice from last time!!!! also im soso happy to hear your interest omggg it means sm 💖 when i get it finished youll be the first to know bae ur the inspiration after all!! love u stay safe always -🌻 <33

ohmygod don’t even. mention my old writing I CANNOT if you’re talking about the xiao fic i think you’re talking about……..i would not let my characterization of him BREATHE LIKE PLS everything was so by the book i’m happy ive gotten more comfortable with writing out personalities and stuff 🫶🏽 IM SO HAPPY YOUVE STUCK IT OUT W ME FR AYO WHAT WE IS?? 4LYFERSSSSSS 🤞🏽and ☹️☹️☹️ GAH YOURE GOGNNA MAKE ME CRYA GAIN i loveyou so much sweetpea MWAHMWAH

#🌻 — sunny ! #i cannot believe thIS #ME?? IM AN INSPIRATION #YALL HOLD ME BACK FR I CANTTTTT #IFHGNYKDKNF DDEHYA #SHE JUST GOT LEAKED #IMSORRY??? LITERALLY LOSTTMY MIND IN THE MIDDLE BUT OHMYGOD DEHYA #atlas.asks

[m0e-ru]

id like to thank everyone who helped me at the maimai machines

#kommento #// finaply went to yhe arcade today i got to play konnan janai imso happy #// this group of friends even went out the arcade to talk to me and we went back in after discussion they were so sweet #// they said if they had extra gloves theyd lend me but they didnt but they were so nice teachibg methe buttons i was so bad at it #// they were all yelling at this one guy though who was teachibg me first he was pressinf the buttons too fast imsorry sir #// bros who play lvl 6 and lvl fucking. 15+ idunno i mean we all had fun #// OH i was gettiny dizzy during the last song and i was going to fall into the machine gooood thing it was a hold note yahhoooey im okay

[ferrstappen]

max, the wag (for the third time) l Max Verstappen x reader

a/n: i was in the middle of writing this when news of Danny coming back to the grid!!! omg I'm so happy of seeing RIC and listening to his radios and everything, it wasn't the same without him <3

also, about requests. Please keep sending them, I've LOVED all the reqs I've gotten but right now im getting ready for my bar exam in a couple of weeks so my time is super super limited, but I promise I'll get to most of them (bc imsorry there are some reqs that I really can't connect with) after the exam, it's one of the things I'm looking forward to <3 but for now this kind of mediocre story telling will have to do...

ANYWAY, HOPE YOU LIKE THIS INSTALLMENT! you can find part 1 and 2 on the master list <3

summary: the continuation of your favorite paddock couple.

Max arrived to the track by himself.

If he was being honest, it wasn’t on his plans to walk alone with the photographers, Red Bull marketing team snatching him for stuff right after he swapped his credential. Even from far away he was able to hear chants of fans and more media than usual. 

But you weren’t right there next to him. 

He knew it wasn’t your fault, Silverstone not being a track where he was usually welcomed with opened arms and he was aware of you not wanting to be too in the eye of photographers who didn’t make questions to you, but there still were different WAGs and outfits or whatever accounts tracking your every step, especially with the new wave of partners and sudden break ups and polemics. 

Still, the selfish part of him wanted you to enter the track with him, even if it was a few steps ahead or behind him, holding your hand and smiling as you complained about the amount of credentials you had to carry: the usual green VIP Paddock, Red Bull something. You’d think after all these years they’d know me, you’d say and he’d laugh.

On the other hand, you finished getting ready and called the front desk to get a taxi to get there, feeling a bit guilty of letting Max go on his own, especially when there were more eyes on the track with Brad Pitt being there and a lot of important people who’d want to talk with him all day. 

Texting Max to let him know you were already by the guests entrance waiting when you noticed some intense flashes getting near. You’d been around a time or two to know this wasn’t usual, maybe in Miami but not when you were on the abandoned back entrance, not very glamorous and low key. 

But you saw her…

Shakira, are you visiting Lewis?

Who are you cheering today?

Shakira, third Grand Prix of the year! 

Did you talk to Lewis before? Is he nervous?

Your eyes followed her, mouth opening when you followed her small frame, exuding class and sympathy, even Alexandra who was also making her entrance stopped to get a closer look of the Colombian bombshell. 

Of course, they didn’t ask her to show and get accredited, she just walked by with a radiant smile leaving paparazzi behind as she kept talking with the friend she came with. 

But wasn’t that a Haas credential?

It didn’t matter, it wasn’t important, because right then your brain made the connections and started dialing Max while nervously biting your polished nails. 

“Baby, everything okay? Are you already inside?” Max answered, but his words were quiet and rushed. 

“Yes, but you’re never going to believe…”

“I’m sorry we have a meeting, please don’t go to the paddock, go straight to the driver’s lounge, okay? Love you” 

He hung up and you wanted to pull your hair out, knowing he is the one and only person you wanted to share this information with, and you were also certain he was the only person who would truly appreciate the gossip and speculation about his fellow driver’s love life. 

Max was able to leave the meeting almost forty minutes later, getting outside for some air until he remembered your call and that you probably were bored to death on the lounge. He was turning around to go there when…

When he saw the one and only Shakira in all of her glory. 

He wasn’t starstruck or anything, being immune to celebrities and the imaginary pedestal where most people placed them, but this wasn’t about that, it was about the way she was supposedly hiding under a cap walking towards the Mercedes garage.

He covered his mouth and hastily made his way to you. 

You didn’t greet each other with the usual peck on the lips and short hug; his slightly widened blue eyes told you exactly what you needed to know as he opened the door to his small room. 

“Please tell me that you saw her!” You said as soon as he closed the door. 

“Yes, just now she was walking to Mercedes,” Max was whisper shouting as if someone would hear him and it was the highest of secrets. 

“Did you see Lewis?” You asked Max but he said no. “What if you try to ask Brad Pitt if he saw her and like if they’re friends… with Shakira?” This time both you and your boyfriend laughed at the idea.

"I did see Sainz trying to go unnoticed with a tall brunette,do you think she is the new girlfriend?" Max asked and you nodded.

"I'm pretty sure he cheated on Isa with her, and I am almost certain she was in the Paddock Club in Monaco during qualifying," Max whistled at the new information.

Now he kissed you, lips fitting perfectly against each other, but your eyes suddenly opened and separated from him. What? Why? What happened? Max was disconcerted. 

“Please don’t laugh at me because this is a serious idea…” You told Max who had your entire attention. “What if we write to Deuxmoi?”

“Deux what?”

“They have all the inside scoops  and sightings, even your name’s popped up once or twice,” Max’s eyebrows rose at the information. “We should write that Shakira was seen on the British Grand Prix and I am one hundred percent sure someone will have more information!” You proposed and Max chuckled.

“Schatz, I can just ask Lewis why she’s here,” Max told you before embracing you, his arms circled around your waist.

You rolled your eyes before resting your head on his chest, but suddenly it hit you, swiftly lifting your head and facing Max. 

“Then why haven’t you asked him yet?!”

#max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen au #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen #max verstappen blurb #max verstappen x you #max verstappen series #f1 fic #f1 masterlist #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic

[s-4pphics]

let the rain sing. finale (a.a)

wc;cw: 3.1K, dadsbestfriend!abby, lawstudent!oc, large age gap (oc is 25, abby is mid 40s), abby is bi<3, smut MDNI, abby gets imsorry head :/, mentions of prescriptions, depression, loss, therapy, some sad, but also some happy :)

You woke up to Abby’s warm body next to you.

Her arm was thrown over your waist, your back against her chest as she inhaled her scent in the crook of your neck. She must’ve been awake for a while and didn’t want to wake you up. You arched back to get closer to signal your unrest, and she yanked your body towards hers so your skin was mashed together. You released a content sigh and melted into her mattress. 

Your eyes fluttered back shut until she started kissing your neck. They were slow and gentle, but they made your stomach turn despite your exhaustion. You never thought you would be tolerant of somebody interrupting your rest. 

Her hand was soft as it massaged your hip, slowly moving up your side with delicate squeezes before reaching around to cup your breast. You whimpered into her pillow when she played with your nipple, twirling and pulling at the soft skin. Your hand came from under the pillow, landing atop hers. She released the grip she had on your chest, and you laced your fingers with hers. You could feel her shuddering breath against your neck when her hand squeezed yours. 

You exhaled heavily and dropped her grasp, reaching to grab the back of her neck to pull her down to connect your lips. She whined at the feel of your mouth on hers, lips molding against each other at a slow pace. The sun wasn’t even up yet. 

You waited for her to make a move and touch you, but she wouldn’t. She just… kissed you. 

The movement of her lips was soft. Needy, but not demanding like last night. Your heart was skipping miles per minute. 

You don’t know how long you kissed for, but your neck started hurting after a while. You quickly separated and flipped to face her, and she didn’t hesitate to hold you close and kiss you again. 

She caressed your face like you were made of glass, her tongue gliding against yours. You swung your leg over her waist and pushed her flat onto the mattress, climbing on top of her and attacking her jaw. She gasped when you sucked under her ear, on her lobe, down her neck again. 

You kissed your way down her body, licking over her nipples. Her hand came up to the back of your head to pull you closer, whimpering when you nipped the skin with your teeth. You gave her a soothing suck before making your way down her stomach. 

Abby’s legs fell open the closer you got to her dripping pussy. You dragged your tongue over her abs before kissing her hips, grabbing her thighs to lift them over your shoulder just how she likes.

You kissed and sucked on the taut muscles of her legs, leaving bruises on her soft skin. They were visible even in the dark. 

You felt around, sliding your hand down her thigh until you grazed the wetness of her pussy. She moaned when your index finger rubbed her clit slowly, the squelchy sounds of her pussy filling your ears. You spread her soaking lips apart and licked a trail from her entrance to her clit, making her whine your name.

Your core squeezed at the sound before your lips closed around her clit. Her hips bucked into your face, and you used all your strength to hold them down so you could tongue her properly. 

Your wet muscle massaged over her throbbing bud over and over again, each pulse forcing another out of you. Her hand returned to hold you down, her scent surrounding you completely. 

“Feels s’fucking good— “

Her voice was slurry and thick, and you moaned into her pussy. Her moans increased, her breaths jerky and quick as her orgasm quickly approached. Her nails dug into your scalp and her thighs tensed under the squeeze of your hands, mumbling m’close, baby!

Your tongue flicked on her clit faster, alternating between shoving inside her and sucking her clit until she cried out your name. 

You pushed your tongue past her entrance and rubbed her clit with your thumb, her body wracking under yours as she squealed in pleasure. Her juices pooled on your tongue, and you swallowed it all happily, letting her ride out her pleasure on your face. 

She sounds as sweet as she tastes, and she’s gorgeous when she cums. 

You lapped at her clit until she went limp, her chest rising and falling from her heavy breaths. You kissed her still pulsing bud one last time before kissing up her body gently. You pecked her neck and straddled her, pressing a kiss on her lips. Her features were barely visible, but you noticed that she couldn’t meet your eyes. She just… gazed at the ceiling. 

You didn’t press, plopping your head down in the crook of her neck, relaxing your weight completely. Her soft hands tickled your spine. 

Your heart dropped when she whispered to you. 

M’not doing good. 

… Do you wanna talk about it? 

I’m still tired, she huffed. 

Alright, you whispered back. 

You were met with Abby’s resting face when you woke up again. 

Abby slept like a doll. Her floral-scented hair was spread out on her satin pillows, the fat of her cheek squished against the cushion as she breathed gently and deeply. This was the calmest you’ve ever seen her. All the stress was gone from her face with every small twitch of her nose, every flutter of her eyelids. She was dreamlike in her dream state. 

You gently brought your hand up from under the blankets to rub your eyes before removing the blankets from over you. You climbed out of her bed and grabbed the longue shirt that she draped over the bedpost, throwing it over your head and exiting her room to travel down the stairs. 

You walked over to the coffee table that still held the discarded wine glasses and your phone. Your screen was filled with messages and missed calls from your parents. A heavy sigh left you as you plopped down on Abby’s sofa, redialing your dad’s line. 

It rang a few times before your father’s chipper tone blasted through your device. 

“And where the hell have you been!” 

You sunk deeper into the sofa, “I’m sorry! I got caught up— “

“And that’s fine! But tell us when you have things to do! You know how your mom is!” 

You rolled your eyes at his tone, “I’m sorry. Tell her it was my bad— “

“Baby… have you been sleeping?” 

All the wind in your body left you. You froze and gripped your phone tighter. 

“Yeah… why?” 

“I went to pick up your prescription and the dosage is higher— “

“Did y’all snoop through my— “

He tsked at you, “Nobody snooped in anything, first of all. Who pays the bills again?” 

You rubbed your temples. Thank god you were rested, “… Y’all do, but still—” 

His tone sharpened, “Still nothing. Why didn’t you tell us?” 

“… I don’t know,” Why was getting scolded by your father always the worst form of punishment?  

“Why didn’t you tell us,” He pressed. 

You said nothing, and he sighed. 

“Come home. We needa talk about it.” 

You resigned with a long exhale, “Okay… Are you mad at me?” 

He huffed lightly, “No. Mom is though.” 

Your head fell back on the couch and picked at your nails, “I’m never gonna hear the end of this.” 

“Good. We love you.” 

“I love y’all too. I’ll be home soon.” 

“Alright. Bye baby.” 

“Bye.” 

You hung up and tossed your phone beside you. You dug your palms into your eyes; You already have so much work to do when you get home, and now your parents wanted to have an intervention. 

“Hi.” 

You jumped at Abby’s voice from behind you, turning to look at her. She looked fucking adorable with her scattered locks and wrinkly t-shirt, “Morning.” 

You noticed her nervously fiddling as she stood by the staircase, her expression downcast.

“… Was that him?” 

Your heart sunk, your nails digging into the couch. 

“Y-Yes.” 

She nodded before making her way around the couch to sit next to you. She swallowed harshly before talking. 

“I think we should talk.” 

She turned to face you, her expression soft and… concerned. Fear rushed through you, but you nodded anyway. 

“Can I… Do you still have that mint and chamomile tea?” 

A small, but gorgeous smile grew on her face. 

“Course I do.” 

After Abby washed your wine glasses and heated a kettle on the stove, she returned to her designated seat and ate with you. You didn’t know she baked; She made excellent blueberry coffee cake!

You both ate and sipped in comfortable silence, your body calming from the temperature of the tea. You placed your empty dish next to Abby’s on the cleared table and took a deep breath. 

Abby’s tender voice melted the quiet in the room. 

“Did I do good on the cake?” 

You smiled weakly, “Did great on the cake, Abigail.” 

Instead of gracefully accepting the compliment like always, she just sat, unmoving. You could tell something was making her uneasy, but you waited for her to start. 

“I, um… I’m gonna start therapy.” 

You turned to look at her; She was staring forward, but her eyes were flicking around nervously, a sorrowful expression on her face. That… this was great news! You’re ecstatic for her! 

So why did she look so terrified? Why were you nervous? You weren’t sure what to say. 

“I know this morning— this whole thing was all my fault, and I should’ve never kissed you that night…” she waved her hands around to emphasize her words, and your eyes shut in resignation. 

I can't see you anymore. 

“We can’t… I can’t do this again,” her whisper cracked under her stress, and your heart split in half. Tears welled in your eyes, but you didn’t understand why. You understood that you and Abby could never be together the second you two kissed, so why did it feel like you were underwater, never to resurface again? Her breathing was getting heavier as her hand came up to grab her shirt. 

“I’m sorry but I can’t, I-I can’t, I don’t know what to do with myself. I’ve always tried to do good by h-her on my own and I can’t anymore. I don't even know who I am, I need— “

You threw your arms around Abby and pulled her closer, and she broke completely in your arms. She released loud sobs into your shoulder, her body jerking with the force of her cries. She hollered and wailed, and you let her, whispering how she was going to be okay. How everything would turn out okay for her. Even more so now that you wouldn’t be in the picture. 

Every bit of remorse that you tried to hide for these last months came crashing down onto your shoulders, and you could only cry with her. You could’ve spent all these wasted moments listening, talking, laughing with her, but you chose to be unkind and drain an incredible person of all her selflessness. Your father would be so disappointed in you. 

And now you had to let Abby go. For her sake. You refused to be selfish with her any longer. 

Returning home was strange. 

Your once safe space became a reminder of all your mistakes in less than an hour. Looking into your father’s deep eyes was no longer the joyful experience it once was. It terrified you to face him. 

You sat in the front seat of your car with an empty, scared soul. You knew you made the right decision by departing, but what would come of it? You’re supposed to continue to see her through your parents, pretend that you don’t ache for her presence, and eventually live life without her? Maybe reconnect years down the line and finally be happy? You were so unsure. 

You turned your car off and exited, walking onto your front porch, and unlocking the door. 

Your parents were already sitting comfortably on the couch, sipping their coffee. You hoped they didn’t ask about your disheveled appearance. 

“Hey, baby. Come sit.” 

Your father pointed towards the lounge chair that Abby sat in when you first met her—

You sighed and waddled over to the seat, plopping down and picking up the tea your parents made you. You took a sip; Abby’s was better. You should’ve accepted when she first offered you some. You’re selfish, you’re selfish, you’re selfish—

“Honey? You okay?” 

You nodded and sipped before setting your mug on the coaster. You looked at your mother, who seemed just as concerned as your father, you assumed. You couldn’t look at him. 

“When was the last time you slept properly?”

Your father sighed, and your eyes watered. You swallowed harshly and looked down. 

“I don’t remember.” 

“And you chose not to say anything because?” 

“I thought I could handle it myself,” you tried to hide your voice crack with a cough. 

“Look at me, honey.” 

You shook your head at your dad’s beckoning, his voice sweet as always. You tried so hard not to cry. 

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, I didn’t think I could— “

Your sob cut you off before you could say anything too loosely, and your parents instantly surrounded you, crouching down to your height and taking you into their arms. You cried into your father’s shoulder exactly like you used to when you were left in dark rooms by yourself as a child, releasing all your withheld feelings that crept up on you during your drive back. 

“We didn’t know it affected you this much, honey. We’re so sorry.” 

You shook your head in the crook of your father’s neck at his coos, slowly calming at the feel of his hand rubbing your back as your mom kissed your head.

You snottily mumbled, “Can you g-guys come to the doctor with me?”

“Course, baby, we’ll go first thing tomorrow, okay?” 

You huffed, “I still gotta write— “

“That’s your damn problem!” your dad scolded. “You work too damn hard, you and your mom are the same, I swear to god.” 

You laughed when your mom sucked her teeth. It’s that damn phone! 

You were definitely going to need a higher prescription to get through the rest of the term. You would never be able to forget the grace that Abby gave. The only thing you could hope for now is that she does the same for you on her journey. 

Abby always forgets how miserable she is until the holidays come. 

She always felt like her life was moving in a circular motion around her daughter’s spirit: every aspect of her identity became void when Mya passed. She never was able to wake up, eat, be in a stable, loving relationship without guilt swallowing her whole. What parent has the audacity to continue their lives without their child in mind? A terrible one. 

She met you during a strange period of her life. The small bubble she created for herself was being protruded by her own vile thoughts of herself, her ex-husband, her family, and she was desperate to forget everything that attempted to suffocate her. You looked so gorgeous under the rain, and she couldn’t stop herself from kissing you in your parents’ garage. 

From that point on, she used you, just like you used her. That bubble slowly began to reform every time she saw you; her control was coming back inch by inch. She felt it whenever she touched you, only for her walls to come crashing down every time you left. 

She never realized how awful it felt to be used so selfishly until you fought. It was like looking into a cracked mirror. 

When you left that day, she spent some time in isolation. She stopped going to work, stopped answering your father’s calls and invitations, she almost blocked her ex-husband for the billionth time. She didn’t expect ignoring your apologies to hurt as much as it did. She never found pleasure in being malicious (minus her husband). 

Her decision to finally go to therapy did not go smoothly. She woke up in a fit of anxiety one night, her chest feeling like it was about to burst open so her heart could take off into the dark night, images of her daughter’s deceased body dominating her cerebral. It was tortuous and made her vomit all over her hardwood, so she made a life-changing phone call that night. 

Conversations with her ex never went smoothly after the divorce, but it went south much faster when Abby suggested to get therapy together. He yelled and cursed at her before hanging up, but she felt oddly comforted. She tried for the last time, and that was that. She blocked him after. 

Abby never expected to see you after the Christmas party, and she damn sure never expected to see you cry over her. It broke her heart, but she didn’t know how to make it better, so you had sex. Again. She hated how much you reminded her of her ex. 

She knew that morning would be the last time, and you accepted her decision in silence. You left as quiet as always, and Abby cried herself back to sleep on the couch. She felt surprisingly light when she woke up in the middle of the night. 

Her first group session was gut-wrenching; So many parents with days — years filled with devastation and heartbreak, having no other choice but to turn to others for comfort. Losing a child was a unique loss, according to their therapist. 

Attending became easier after the first two weeks, and she looked forward to them after a month. For the first time in years, she laughed during the rainy spring. 

She never failed to ask about you during her shared shifts with your dad. She was elated when she found out that you finally—after months of trying— found a prescription that fits your needs. He even showed her pictures from your cap and gown fitting. 

She was proud of you. You were going to accomplish what she couldn’t, and she wished you the best. 

The only downside was the summertime. She hated when the sun shined on her; Nothing brought her comfort like the misty clouds. 

Abby never expected to anticipate the rain, but she was grateful whenever it poured down on her.

meow love yall thank u 4 reading as always @ohlawdthebirds @fibrogirlie @unangelic-thoughts @chrry1ovr @uraesthete @gravygranules @digit4lslut @machetegirl109 @letsreadsomesins-shallwe @macaroni676 @sillygooselit @nil-eena @elliesgirlll @hi2647 @fr0thycoffee @mai5mai @sweet-lover-girl @paleidiot @brooklynvwilliams @callmewhenyoukan

i suck endings sorry yall :(

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[nqify]

fuckkkk nav’i miles making you squirt 🫣🫣

HELLL YESSSSS!!!!!!!!

squirting. — miles quaritch ☆

pairings. na’vi!miles quaritch. fem!reader

content warnings. daddy kink. oral. praising.

note. short little Drabble IMSORRY

when miles makes u squirt for the first time, MY LORD!!! his ego is boosted, like all time HIGH!! and 100% the first time he comes u squirt is when he’s eating you out, tongue game goes CRAZY!!!

you’d be spread out on your shared bed, messy hair, puffy lips, hands gripping miles’ hair while ur moans filled the room, “mmm daddy feels so good!!!”

and omg, miles is just kneeling on the edge of the bed, smiling into your cunt cuz he loves ur little noises, ur little praise HE IS GOING CRAZY!!, “yeah that’s right mama, only I get to make u feel this good” ofc u do daddy duh???

he holds onto your hips, gripping and biting them as much as he can!! he’s so in love with your cunt, like so in love!!! And ofc he’s gonna show it, “fuck I love this pretty pussy so much baby, she loves me too right?”

“y-yes!!”, oh he is loving this!! His tongue is exploring your insides, licking your clit and biting ur thighs!!, “daddy it feels so w-weird!!!”

you could feel your stomach tighten, an odd and unfamiliar feeling was washing over you. girl we ALL know what’s about to happen, “cmon babygirl, cum for daddy”

he’s growling into your pussy!!! Like groans girl AAHHH!!! You could feel his vibrations and MYLORD!! AAAA!!!, “f-feels so a-ahh!! ahh!!” a different wave of pleasure washed over you!!!! AND BOOM!! you squirted all of his face!’

“fuck mama” miles pulled away from your cunt, smirking ear to ear GIRL!!! “oh my god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean too, that’s so disgusting” you cover your face, hiding your embarrassment!!!

“awww baby, don’t be so shy, just shows how much your pussy loves, she loves me so much doesn’t she, doesn’t she??” GIRL YESYEYSYES

You could see your juices drip from his mouth to his chin and my lord it was a sight to see. “come give daddy a kiss mama, taste yourself”

Both your lips met each other, you could taste your sweetness on his, “taste good doesn’t it?” AAAA HE IS SO HOT!!!!

“now cmon mama, I’m not done with you yet, wanna make you squirt again, can you do that for me?”

#miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch smut #avatar way of water #avatar the way of water #avatar x reader #avatar #avatar smut #miles quaritch

[gfdazai]

Sigma comforting you during your period. ♡

Short! self indulgent... shocking. Not edited /proofread. Reader has a menstrual cycle, reader is GN. Established relationship. WC 250-ish. I was so tempted to use she/they on sigma but i stopped mysrlf. THISIS SO BAD IMSORRY

Sigma, who was a little confused when you left the Casino earlier than you usually do. You were always demanding to stay with him at the Casino until nightfall, so why were you leaving so early? The sun hadn't even started to set!

The next day, he cornered you in his office, worried he had done something wrong!

"Love, darling!! Did I do something? Why'd you leave so earlier yesterday?" He genuinely seemed anxious, his voice squeaky.

When you explain to him that you're on your period, he exhales with relief, before blinking and stiffening back up again. "Why didn't you tell me? I could've helped!" He says, clasping his hands over your own.

And, that's how you got in the currect predicament. Stuck in one of the best rooms of the Casino, in bed, with Sigma beside you, cuddling into your side.

He was holding a heating pad on your lower abdomen, kneeding your skin, like a cat kneeding biscuits. He had basically forced the menstrual relief pills down your throat, and had basically dragged you to the bed.

He sits there with you until, you either pass out, or you need to piss. He follows you like a cat to the bathroom, not wanting you to strain yourself.

The next day, if you're still cramping as bad, he stays in the bedroom with you all day, kissing and cuddling w you... <3

Please don't steal my work, nor feed it to any sort of AI. Thank you! ♡

#꒰ ＃ 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑠' 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠.ᐟ ࿐ ꒱ #ugh i gave up on the ending #sorryyyy! #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #sigma bungou stray dogs #bsd scenarios #sigma x reader #sigma x you #sigma x y/n

[nothing-tolose]

Wood Stairs on The Coast.

warning: age gap (4 years). please lmk if there's anything i missed!

a/n: i wrote some words repeatedly im sorry, imsorry imsorry

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You really hate yourself for sitting in the same spot again and again. Resting your butt on the wooden surface of the stairs, your eyes gazing at the ocean merely 270 meters from your house. You letting out a sigh as you bury your face in your arms, cursing yourself because you're still waiting for Abby to return, even though there's almost no chance and reason for her to come back to the little town where you live. It has been five years two months and two weeks since she left you with her promise to wait for her come back in 4 years, well, it was too far late. Now that you're a grown up, no longer the girl who once struggled with her homework, you work at a little bakery shop in your small town instead of pursuing university like most of your friends did. Being 21 years old, you feel old enough to date Abby that you've been waiting for almost half a decade since too young to have her back then. But does it truly matter when the promise remains unfulfilled? All hopes, birthday wishes, and prays you always mean it for Abby, hoping she'd be here soon with her feet touching the ground. You knew where her hometown was at, only if you get enough money, you swear you could go there and meet her. You don't even know if her promise is still worth for believing in or it's just a bunch of lies that you still hold tightly. You rejected the girls who confessed their feelings to you because you were waiting for Abby. Now they got their own girlfriends, you still here, sitting on your house's stairs, alone, not with Abigail Anderson, not with her being your girlfriend. You leaned on the railing, thinking about how much easier life was when she was with you, even if it was only for four months. The past five years hadn't been as amazing as the year before. You've heard great things here, but not as great as they'd be if she came back. Your house remained the same as it was a year ago; there was no chance of her getting lost. Night had fallen, and you sat by the window, facing the coast you've been staring while sit on the porch stairs this morning. The dim light in your room from a white bedside lamp—the gift from Abby for your 16th birthday—that you never turned off, day or night. The lamp served as a symbol of how long you'd been waiting; once it went off, it would be over. Your head leaned against the wall, sighing, "Should I stop, Abby?"

You promised yourself you wouldn't sit again on the wooden stair corner again, yet there you are, hand cupping your cheeks, the gentle breeze playing with your hair, forcing you to tuck hair strands behind your ear every single seconds. You have some rocks on the ground from the beach you visited earlier this morning. You've sorted them by size and now you're playing with them randomly, just to stave off your boredom, as if you were know that Abby won't come back, leaving you feeling hopeless now. You huffed, again. You tried not to care anymore about the promise. But no, you knew yourself better than anyone; deep down in your heart, you still cared enough for her. You were too focused on your mind, hands still playing with the rocks and sand, not hearing the footsteps approaching you. The footsteps stopped a few meters away from you. You raised your head, immediately stood up after you saw the owner of the footsteps. You couldn't say anything as if words had become trapped in your throat.

"You've grown up a lot,"

Without a second thought, you ran to her and hugged her tightly. Even though the promise was fulfilled much later than expected, it didn't matter anymore. She's here, Abby is here, Abigail Anderson is here. No words comes from your mouth, all that mattered was the hug, and she returned it just as fiercely. Her hands rubbing your head while saying "I'm sorry, you've waited me for too long." She was saying sorry to you, for countless times. You shakes your head, crying in between the hug. Abby cupped your cheeks, smiling, her gaze locked on your lips, "Can.. can I?" You didn't wait for her to finish speaking as you simply nodded, you want her to kiss you, you really want it. Your lips met hers, ending five years of loneliness without her. At last, she could kiss you without concern for age differences, and at last, you could having her being your girlfriend. "God, where was the girl who always asks me to help her homework?" You chuckled, along with her wiped your tears away on your cheeks after the kisses, "She's a grown up now, Abby."

"Please, please don't leave me again,"

"I won't, baby. I won't,"

Once again big thanks to Taylor Swift for giving me the idea.

#⋆˚࿔ nothingtolose 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ #abby anderson angst #abby anderson #abby anderson tlou2 #abby tlou #abby the last of us #abby anderson x reader #tlou abby #tlou2 #the last of us 2 #abby anderson fluff #abby x fem!reader #Spotify

[ultralightpoe]

Labyrinth - Eddie Munson

Authors Note: LMAO

Word Count: 6,691 (mmhmmhmmm)

Warnings: smut, angst, shitty writing.

Apart of my MIDNIGHTS EVENT. (Next Event is Sour by Olivia Rodrigo. Requests closed. Event following yet to be decided)

SOUR EVENT

MAIN MASTERLIST

Enjoy!

(In my world Benny wasn't killed, merely shot. Get it? Got it? Good.)

It only hurts this much right now

Was what I was thinking the whole time

Breathe in, breathe through

Breathe deep, breathe out

I'll be getting over you my whole life

You know how scared I am of elevators

Never trust it if it rises fast

It can't last

The situation wasn’t great, that much you would admit, anyone who could see you in this moment could attest to that. To make matters worse you had the perfect plan for today and having a panic attack in the janitor supply closet covered in spaghetti sauce had NOT been it. It hadn’t even been close. 

This had all started the day you saw pretty in pink in theaters, sadly by yourself. You had gorged yourself on popcorn and soda as you moped about the lack of friends. But that all changed when you saw Molly Ringwald. More specifically her fashion. 

You had been obsessed, well who wouldn’t be considering Molly Ringwald was THE GIRL. 

So you had gone home and dragged out your sketchbook, drawing sketch after sketch of the perfect outfit and just like she had in the movie you got to work. 

From the pants to the top and even managed to snag one of your dads suit jackets to finish off the look. You had this plan that you would show up, and people would compliment you. You would have your very own montage scene. 

That all came tumbling down when Regina had smashed her tray of spaghetti all over you as the entire cafeteria laughed, and when you tried to run out one of the basketball players had stuck his foot out to trip you up. 

You dashed to the nearest hiding spot, sobbing and covered in tomato sauces that you were positive was just ketchup warmed up. Your knee hurt from the fall and you could not manage to catch your breath. 

Your vision was getting blurry and dark spots were beginning to cloud so you launched a hand out to the shelf behind you to stabilize yourself. 

A wave of light hits the small space and for a moment you are afraid you had been found by a teacher but then the light fades and you think you are back to peace. Whoever had found you had decided to leave you to your drama. 

But you were wrong. 

“Hey, hey hey hey.” A soft voice calls out, two hands landing on your shoulders and rubbing softly. “You gotta breathe, come on. Take a breath with me, will ya?”

“I can’t.. I c-can-”

“Yes, you can. Just look at me.” One of the hands from your shoulder slides up to your jaw, the rings on the hand cool against your flesh as the fingers grip lightly. You're met with brown eyes, the warmest brown eyes you have ever seen. “There she is… now take a deep breath in with me.”

You could do nothing but nod, handing flying up to the arm that is holding you, nails digging into the leather as the figure before you breathes in slowly. You follow, inhaling and holding as they do, releasing when they do. 

This routine follows a couple more times and your vision clears minus the blurriness from the tears, until finally you were able to catch your breath and the stranger before you swiped the tears from under your eyes. Once it all clears up you recognize the figure to be Eddie Munson, the DnD captain of the school. 

And you can’t help but blurt that out. “You’re the DnD captain.”

He smiles, a small chuckle sleeping past his lips from where he was squatted on the ground to calm you down. “There aren’t really captains, it’s not a stupid sport-”

“Imsorry-”

“Hey now. Easy mistake.” He stops you, squeezing your chin softly before moving to stand. “It’s called a dungeon master, not the kinky kind. You should come sometime.”

“Why are you here?” You blurt out, trying to ease the shaking. You didn’t mean for it to come out so harshly but you were kind of embarrassed. 

“I saw what happened in the lunchroom and I wanted to make sure you were okay.” 

“You didn’t have to…”

“Oh bullcrap. What they did to you was messed up.” He snaps out, sitting across from you in the closet, your knees touching. “And I don’t have much but I can pay you back for shirt they ruined-”

“No. I actually made it.”

“You made that?”

“I did.”

“You make shirts?”

“This was my first… “

“You are absolutely kidding me, that looks professionally done.” He reaches a hand out to the fabric, running it between three fingers before nodding. 

“I got it from a movie. Pretty in pink. Molly Ringwald's character wears it in the first scene and I was absolutely in love with it.” 

“Haven’t seen it yet.”

“You should.”

“Yeah? How about tonight?” 

“I don’t know, you probably have stuff to do and I…..well my shirt-”

“If you’re worried about me canceling plans then I can assure you I have no plans tonight, and we have to go see the movie so you can get inspiration for your next outfit anyways. Because this one was far too awesome to let some brat in a small cheer outfit meant for toddlers to ruin it for you.”

“Chances are they ruin the next outfit too.”

“Well that’s why you aren’t going to eat alone. You my dear have been invited to the hellfire table.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I don’t, I want to. Now come on, we have a movie to catch-”

“What about the rest of the school day?”

“What about it? Come on.”

“You won’t…….” A nervous flush crosses your skin as you look up to where he now stands with an outstretched hand. “Tell anyone about my fit?”

“It’s called a panic attack, and no I will not. That’s between you, me and that creepy broom I’m sure the janitor makes out with at night.”

“Oh that’s mean-”

“Her name is linda, and we should leave before she decides to splinter us.” He whispers and you can’t stop the laugh, reaching your hand up to his own outstretched hand, enjoying the warm feeling of it. 

-

Uh oh, I'm falling in love

Oh no, I'm falling in love again

Oh, I'm falling in love

I thought the plane was going down

How'd you turn it right around

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“Oh come on Dad.” You whine, leaning on the counter in the back kitchens of Benny’s diner as your father pretended to ignore you by flipping burgers at the grill. “Please please please.” 

“I can’t hear you.” He whistles, turning to nod to the fryer. “Add more fries. The Byers boys are about to come in and you know how they get about fries. You should also ask about your birthday, I know you haven’t sent out ny invitations because your mom keeps seeing them on the counter-”

“I don’t want a party, I want to learn how to drive dad.” You snap, moving to start the fries. Truth was no one would show up to your party, even if you invited them. You weren’t one that people went out of their way for.

“I will think about it.” Lie, he just didn’t like when you got upset. “Take those fries to the boys when you are done. Good people help good people.”

“Eddie will be here soon, make him a burger?”

“You got it, sugar.”

You smile from ear to ear, finishing up the fries and basking them up before dashing to the byers table and setting them down. “Dads working on your burgers.”

“Thanks…..”Jonathan blinks at you, obviously forgetting your name. 

“Y/n. We’ve lived three houses away forever now.”

“Right, sorry.”

Before you can truly get offended by Jonathan's lack of knowledge on you the bell to the diner sounds out and you see a mass of curls pass you quickly to head to your regular table. A smile creeps its way across your lips as you head to the table behind him. 

Eddie Munson sits casually, making it look like he had been waiting forever. “You’re late, princess.”

“I was here before you?”

“Excuse me? I was at the table before you which means I was here first-”

“Well I showed up for my shift 2 hours ago which means I was first-”

“Well technically I-” He leans forward to argue, but you had already leant forward so your foreheads bumped together awkwardly, a blush traveling your skin. He watches you for a moment before leaning back and looking around the diner. 

Ever since Eddie found you in the janitors closet you had been close. Weekly movie nights became a necessity, you helped him study (you read to him and he pretended to listen as he rifled through your belongings), and he showed you the world of music. (He turned up his speaker to the highest volume and you talked yourself out of kissing him)

Every Friday night Eddie came to pick you up from your shift at your dads diner, you would both head to his trailer for a movie night and tonight was your night to choose. 

“It’s busy in here tonight, you sure your dad is okay I steal ya?”

“If you are okay waiting for a bit I’ll go help him with the rush.” 

“I’ll be here princess.” He smiles, moving closer so you can kiss his cheek before dashing off to take orders. 

By the time you return to him he is leaving cash on the table and rubbing ketchup off his cheek. “You know dad won’t like that.”

“What? I didn’t short him!”

“I meant you leaving the money. You don’t pay here.” 

“Yeah I do. Have a good night Y/n's Dad!”

Benny leans through the kitchen window to wave him off with a smile as Eddie throws his arms around your shoulder and leads you out. 

“Your dad seemed quite irritated with you tonight.” He notes, pulling you closer to block you from some of the rain. 

“Yeah, they have been on me about inviting friends to my party.” You admit, shuffling beside him as his rings catch your eye. 

“Party? You’re throwing a party?”

“They want to throw a party for my birthday.”

“You should let them!” He gasps, moving to open the door to his van for you. You hop in with one easy jump, his hand on your hip making sure before he slams the door to make sure it shuts correctly. You try to hold in a laugh at him and his broken car. 

Waiting until he is settled next to you to continue the conversation, trying to untie the waitressing apron as he starts the van up. “Who would I invite?”

“Me.”

“Well obviously. But I don’t know what would be worse, making my parents upset by not throwing a party or having them waste hard earned money on decorations and cake just for you and only you to show up.”

“You could invite the hellfire club.”

“They don’t like me,”

“They love you.”

“They have repeatedly said they hate me at the table.”

“Heard that, did you?”

“Gavin said it TO me.”

“Don’t listen to him, he’s on a high because this freshman kid believed his girlfriend in canada story. What do you want for your birthday?”

“No one believes it, the kid was probably being nice. No one believes Gavin has a girlfriend let alone a Canadian supermodel with long hair and a boob job in high school. And I don’t want anythi-”

“You definitely want something, I saw you begging your dad most the night.”

“Do you spend all your time watching me?” You laugh, counting out your tips from the night as he stops at a red light, turning to you with a smile. 

“I mean, can you blame me?” A deep heat travels through your body as you make eye contact, seeing those melty brown eyes that have you leaning in ever so slowly. 

You have been best friends with Eddie Munson for 3 months now, and at least 2 of those months you’ve had the biggest crush on him. You spent most of your nights waiting for him to call and the rest hanging onto his every word. 

You are stuck in a trance before a car honks behind him and Eddie is forced to keep driving. 

“Seriously, what do you want?”

“Eds….”

“Can…. can you teach me to drive?”

-

It only feels this raw right now

Lost in the labyrinth of my mind

Break up, break free, break through, break down

You would break your back to make me break a smile

You know how much I hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back

Just like that

“Jesus christ-”

“Don’t be so dramatic!”

“I just wanted a slurpee! Not to DIE!”

“Eddie I just-”

“Hey hey hey, baby eyes on the road-” Eddie rushes out, reaching an arm past you to even out the car, one hand clenched on your thigh and the other on the wheel. His nickname for you has your heart racing through your chest as you try to even out the car as well. “Just wanted a slurpee.”

You both had made a deal, while you were on summer vacation he would teach you how to drive so long as he got full control over movie nights. It meant a lot of cheesy slasher films for you but more time with Eddie and who could complain about that. 

“You will get one, just stop.” You chide, pulling the car over to the side of the road. “Can you check my bag to see if I have my glasses?” 

“Oh my god you need glasses and you haven’t been wearing them?”

“Just my sunglasses you freak.” He rolls his eyes at you before leaning down to grab your backpack and shuffle around for your glasses. Due to the hot weather Eddie had taken to throwing his hair into a low bun and you absolutely loved it. “Here you go princess.”

“Why thank you.” You smile, snatching them before starting the van once more and zooming into the street. 

By the time you make it to the gas station it’s like a game of routine that you and Eddie know well, he swoops around the car to snatch you, throwing you over his shoulder as he paces to the front door to finally set you down. He rushes to the back to grab your slurpee’s, one blue raspberry and one cherry, while you snatch the candy. 

By the time you both meet back up at the counter you would be set for movie night.

“Eddie, Y/n.” Gareth sighs in greeting, casting you a quick look that says ‘you stole my friend from me’.

“Don’t give me that look.” You roll your eyes, and he tries to fight off a smile. “You were working today anyways.”

Something that had changed since Eddie forced his band to show up to the birthday party your mother had thrown, they seemed to hate you less and often asked you to join their hangouts now. 

“Be nice to my princess.” Eddie warns, slapping your hand away when you move to put your tip money down. 

“You paid for the movies, Eds.” 

“Yeah well- suck it.”

“I’m sure she would.” Gareth laughs, stopping when Eddie shoots him a glare. “Sorry.”

You slap your hand down to pay, snatching the candy as Eddie tries to snatch the money, but Gareth is too quick and you both are shooting each other a mischievous look as you dash from the station with Eddie on your heel. 

“So let me get this straight, I can’t pay for the burgers at the diner-”

“I get an employee meal anyways.”

“And now I can’t pay for our snacks?”

“You paid for the movies!”

“Just…. Damnit princess, just get in the car.”  

You shoot him a smile before hopping in, starting the car up and beginning to drive down the road with Eddie focusing on the music. By the time you get to his place the heat of the day has fully stuck to your skin and you both find yourself sitting on his porch as his uncle sleeps in the living room. 

These were some of your favorite moments with him, when it was too early for movies and too late to go to the lake, so instead you sat hip to hip as you whispered about anything and everything. 

These were the moments you helped him build campaigns and these were the moments he told you about his family before Wayne. 

Today you spent the time talking about what you plan on doing over the next couple weeks, his forehead pressed to your shoulder as he struggles with a brain freeze. 

“You know what I wish?”  He asks, rubbing his temples. 

“What’s that?”

“I wish they had a purple flavor that wasn't grape.” He groans, finally lifting his head from your shoulder and gesturing to the cup. “I freaking love purple.” “Eddie Munson, the great dungeon master, with a purple demon tongue.” You giggle as he rolls his eyes playfully and takes a large sip from his slurpee.  “You know you can make purple.”

“I would never mix blue raspberry with cherry, that would make a disgusting flavor-”

“That’s not the only way.”  Your heart is slamming against your ribcage as you blush, your hands are shaking and you can barely keep a hold of your own slurpee cup.  Before you can debate it you find yourself leaning forward until your lips are on his, smashing together in a clumsy manner. 

He seems to freeze at first, pulling back a little which makes you panic and draw back within yourself. “Oh my god I am so sorry.”

He stares, wide eyed and shocked for a moment before slamming his slurpee to the ground and reaching his hands up to either side of your jaw to pull you in for another kiss. His lips smash against yours in an aggressive manner before it calms down and you both kiss back, it’s still a bit awkward and you try to find the proper placement for yourself before he helps you find the perfect rhythm against his own lips. 

You spend most your time on the porch, lips mashing against his and when you both pull away for air he finds himself kissing around your face. By the time you hear Wayne’s alarm go off you pull back, both your eyes wide and lips swollen. 

“Let me see, princess.” You smile at Eddie’s order, showing your tongue which is now 100% purple. “Fuck. I think I just found my new favorite flavor.”

- 

Uh oh, I'm falling in love

Oh no, I'm falling in love again

Oh, I'm falling in love

I thought the plane was going down

How'd you turn it right around

Eddie’s new favorite flavor didn’t last for long before he decided he had to expand his taste buds a bit, and it wasn’t long after that that he found his all time favorite taste and feeling in the world. You. 

He loved your lips on his, he loved sucking hickies into your neck in the janitor supply closet at school and he absolutely loved tasting your lip balms fresh in the morning when he picked you up for school with a quick kiss. But his favorite out of everything? Was when he was between your legs. 

The loss of your virginity had waited until the end of summer, but you and Eds had found different things to do to each other before then, until the fateful day at the lake when it all went out the window. Now a month into the school year it was safe to say that you were completely open to Eddie sexually speaking, you felt comfortable and beautiful whenever you were with him and he was one of the best teachers for this aspect of your life. 

He also knew everything about your body at this point, made it his job to know like a religious person with a bible. He swore to your body. 

Today was like any other, with you splayed out on his mattress, hands splayed through his hair, gripping and pulling whenever he drew a harsh movement. You were a moaning and sweaty mess as he licked and bit at your clit. His hands clenched at your thighs when you pulled his hair harshly, a moan tearing from him which reverberated through your folds and had you clenching again, over and over in a chain reaction. 

He taps your hip three times, which is his sign that he wants you to look at him so you do, pulling your head off the pillow. He smiles from ear to ear, his chin glistening as he pulls some of the hair from his eyes. “Fuck princess. Why are you always so delicious?”

“Eds…” You sigh, hiding your face within your hands which he tsks at, leaning over you to snatch your hands away and smile while hovering over you. “Why would you ever hide from me?”

“I want you.” You whisper, hips moving up to meet his own, one leg wrapping around his own. 

“And I can give you anything you wan-”

“HEY EDS!” 

“Shit-” He rushes out, snatching the blanket that had fallen from the bed and draping it over you unceremoniously in a panic to get you covered. You know he is only covering you out of a place of love but a part of you wonders if  was actually hiding you as she slips his jeans on and rushes out to meet Gareth and Jeff, shutting the door quickly behind him. 

You move to get dressed, taking one of his band tees and slipping over you before you find your underwear, shuffling to the door and pressing your ear against it. 

“Come on man, we never see you anymore.” Jeff sighs, and you can hear them all shuffling around. 

“I see you at DnD all the time-”

“You are always with her!” Gavin snaps out, and you can practically hear him stomp his foot. “Dude, I get it. She doesn’t have any friends and blah blah blah. But that doesn’t mean you can’t have friends anymore!”

Wait, what?

Had Eddie said something about this before? About you not having friends? 

“We just think that you should spend a little less time with-” Jeff was always so sweet, and even when he was being mean he found a diplomatic way about it. Gavin on the other hand……not so much. “Screw that man! You yourself said she was being clingy since you started dating and I think you’ve become a real bitch-”

“Gavin, come on man-” Gareth sighs.

“Okay. Okay.” Finally, Eddie’s voice rings out and you wait to hear him defend you, to at least defend the clingy statement. But instead you hear “I’ll meet you outside. Okay? Take it easy.”

You hear him shuffle closer to the room, and you lunge for the bed to make it look like you hadn’t been listening, laying back down and smiling at him when he enters. 

Only it wasn’t a true smile, more so one you glued on. 

“Hey, that was the boys. They wanna have a last minute band session.” He smiles, shuffling closer to kiss your lips. “I’ll be back  later, okay?” You can do nothing but nod, watching him get dressed before he sends you one last smile and dashes out. You try not to feel much bitterness on it, but you can’t really stop it when you notice he didn’t even take his guitar. 

With nothing to do you put on pants and shuffle to the living room, sitting on the couch and debating what you should do from here. 

The conversation from earlier circles your mind, the words clingy and the ‘she doesn’t have any friends blah blah blah’.  Eddie must have complained to them about you, that was the only reason they would have said those things. 

How embarrassing, and here you were thinking that they had grown on you. Jesus have they all been laughing behind your back this whole time? 

You sit on the couch for a bit before deciding to walk home. They thought you were clingy? Fine, you would pull back. They thought you had no friends? Easy. You’d make friends. 

- 

“I just don’t like the way you guys spoke earlier.” Eddie argues, hands on his hips as he stares back at his friend group. “I understand the frustration, okay? I forgot our jam session today which was a massive dick move but that was my princess you were talking about.” Eddie has to stop a cringe from the memory earlier. He had promised the boys that he would meet them here, but after school he just wanted to stay with you. But the boys showed up angry because he forgot and they were saying some pretty brutal things, and they were beginning to get loud. 

He hadn’t wanted you to hear them, so he rushed them out. And left you in his bed. 

“Eddie, you don’t get it-”

“I do get it. Okay, I get it. I haven’t had a girlfriend like this before and I haven’t done a good job multitasking. But that is on me, kay? But you guys said some pretty hurtful things about Y/n and-”

“She didn’t even hear me!”

“But she could have Gavin.” Jeff sighs, rubbing his head. “I’m sorry Eddie, the plan was just to confront you about it. We hadn’t planned to attack like that.”

“You can be mad at me, but never talk about Y/n like that. You hear me?”

“Deal.” Gareth nods. 

“Heard.” Jeff smiles. 

“Fine. But you don’t see me ditching this group for my girl-”

“SHE’S NOT REAL!” 

- 

Uh oh, I'm falling in love

Oh no, I'm falling in love again

Oh, I'm falling in love

I thought the plane was going down

How'd you turn it right around

Pulling away from someone was a lot easier said than done. Especially when all you wanted to do was spend time with him.   But you had made a plan, and this you would stand by.  

That night Eddie had called you late, making sure you got home safe and you had told him that your dad was going to start taking you to school. 

“What? Why? Princess I can do it, it’s really no proble-”

“I’m going to start going in a little early for the club I joined. So don’t worry about it, Eds.”

“Club? You joined a club?” His tone was laced with excitement and you realized he was probably so excited to get you away from him, so with tears in your eyes and a tight throat you told him you had to rush to bed and hung up. 

This began a heavy game of avoidance. You walked to school each morning, reading by yourself in the gym before making it look like you were leaving a club when you saw Eddie in the mornings, but you only left enough time to give him a quick kiss before you were dashing off. You avoided him in between periods and began taking the back exit so he didn’t see you leave school.  

You picked up more shifts at the diner, claiming it was the busy season and your dad needed help. No more clingy girlfriend. 

Three weeks of this and you were beginning to wear yourself out, your body hot and barely any energy for the day as you trudged to school a little late. You had overslept past your initial alarm, and by the time you managed to get to school there was only 4 minutes before the first period. 

You were digging through your locker for a pencil, trying your hardest to keep your eyes open as you did so, when you heard a loud sound rapping to your right. 

Looking over to find Eddie with a soft smile, his rings hitting the metal of the lockers beside you.  “Hey princess.”

“Hey Eds,” You mumble back, already trying to think of an escape route. “I should head out, I had class-” “I can walk ya. I actually had something I wanted to ask you.” His smile widens as you finally find a pencil and shut the door to your locker, moving to wrap an arm around you. He pulls you close and you can’t help but press your forehead to his chest, wrapping your own arms around him. He stops for a moment, bringing a hand up to your forehead with a worried expression. “You are burning up.”

“I’m fine.” You smile, getting him to walk again. “What did you want to ask?”

“Oh, right. The band is performing this friday and they wanted to ask you to come. I haven’t really seen you much over the past couple days. And I-” He is cut off by a very large coughing fit on your end, his hands flying around your hips to stabilize you as he watches. “You are burning up, but your clothes are wet. Princess, did you walk here?”

“Oh, yeah. Just this morning though-”

“So you managed to catch a fever within 10 minutes?”

“Eds, I gotta go-” You try to rush out, but he stops you. 

“How about a movie night? Just like old times. I’ll get your favorite movie and-”

“I have a sh-”

“I already ran it by your dad.”

“Oh….. well then okay.”

“I’ll meet you after school? By my van?” He asks, his face reading off nervously. 

“Sounds great.” You smile, and that nervous energy he has seems to lighten up as he leans in for a kiss, kissing once more on your cheek before he drops you off at class. 

-

By the end of the day Eddie is anxiously waiting by his van, sitting in the back with the doors open as his foot taps against the wet pavement below him. He had spent the day after his talk with you thinking of things that you might like. Something that would make you happy tonight. 

It had been weeks of not seeing you and he was desperate to see you. What had happened? Why were you avoiding him?

“Hey eds!” Jeff calls, dashing up to the van with Gareth in tow. “What are you doing tonight?”

“I’m actually waiting on Y/n today guys.” He mumbles out, looking past them just so he could keep an eye out for you. 

“Oh, what did she say about the concert?” Gareth asks, turning to watch the door for you as well. “Seems like I haven’t seen her in a moment.” 

“That makes two of us, and she didn’t really answer about the concert.”

“What’s wrong?” Jeff asks, noting the tone. 

“She’s going to dump me. I just know it.” Eddie blurts, hands flying through his hair. “I just don’t know why.” 

��But Y/n loves you man-”

“What are you guys doing out here? It’s so cold.” Gavin snaps out, emerging in the group with a glare. “Let’s hop in Eddie’s van.”

“Can’t. He’s waiting on Y/n-”

“Ugh. Again?” 

Before Eddie could tell him to fuck off he spots you exit the building, his heart jumping through his chest as he smiles and waves his arm so you can spot him. You do, making a couple steps to him before you see his friends all turn and spot you as well, which makes you stop and look around. 

It hits Eddie then, what is going on. Especially when you turn to walk the other way. Before his friends can say anything Eddie lunges, dashing across the parking lot and reaching you in an instant. 

“Hey princess.”

“Oh, hey Eds.” You cough out, trying a smile out that makes his heart lurch. “Didn’t see you.”

Yes you did. But he doesn’t call you on it. 

“Well my van is over here, so let’s-”

“I don’t think-”

“The boys were just heading off. It will just be us tonight. Swear it.” He smiles, putting up a scouts honor sign and holding out his hand. You take it after a moment and he wastes no time dragging you to the car, helping you in and buckling you up. 

You giggle when he buckles you, an actual giggle that makes his heartbeat speed up and he leans to kiss you before dashing to the driver seat and heading to his trailer. He offers to stop for slurpees only to look over and realize you had actually fallen asleep curled up against the heater. So he skips the slurpees and pulls into the trailer park, heading to the one Wayne made their home. 

Back when Eddie first started hanging out with you he never wanted to admit where he lived, he was embarrassed about this perfect girl seeing the mess he lived in and dashing off. You were the prettiest girl he had ever seen, he was desperate for any of your time. 

And you chose him. 

That was something he could never understand. You met him, the school freak and the trailer trash, and still decided he was worthy of your time. 

But that was beginning to change and he was fucking terrified of it. 

But he didn’t have time to think on that when he pulled in, because the second he turned the van off you seemed to stir from your sleep, blinking slowly up at him as he moved to rub your cheek. “Come on, we are here.”

You hold his hand as he rushes inside, dropping both your bags by the door and helping you kick off your shoes before herding you to his room and helping you undress. He picks up one of the band tees and slips it over your head, kissing you softly. 

“You are absolutely burning up.”

“I don’t feel good, Eds.” You mumble out. 

“Okay, how about we lay down and nap for a bit. We can watch movies later, yeah?”

You merely nod, crawling across his bed as he shuffles into his boxers and follows your movement until you are both under the covers and he can pull you into his chest. “I’m sorry.”

“For what, Princess?”

“Being so…..” You doze off after that, and he finds himself fighting the urge to wake you up and find out. 

Instead he tightens his hold on you, and closes his eyes himself. 

- 

Uh oh, I'm falling in love

Oh no, I'm falling in love again

Oh, I'm falling in love

I thought the plane was going down

How'd you turn it right around

You awake around 1 am by the sight of Eddie’s alarm clock, gasping in pain as you try to catch your breath. You reach out to his side, only to find it empty, tears sliding down your face. 

Your head hurt and your body hurt, you were burning up and your throat was so sore you could sob. 

Eddie must have heard you, coming in slowly with messy hair and sleepy eyes, holding out some medicine and a cup. “Easy now princess. I was just grabbing you medicine.”

“I don’t need it.” You manage to croak out, eyes spilling over with water. 

“Yes, you do.” He places the little medicine cup to your lips and that’s when you realize he had actually poured the medicine in a shot glass. A smile cracks your face as you choke it down, Eddie switching it out with the cup, the bubbles of sprite burning your throat. “That’s my girl.”

“I don’t feel good.” You croak, and he nods. 

“How long have you been walking to school then?” 

“I haven-”

“You have. And you got sick from walking in the rain.” He sighs, making you drink some more of the sprite before setting them both down and moving to make you lay down beside him. “I grabbed some of the extra winter blankets, we’re gonna have to sweat this out. Okay?”

“Are you going to break up with me?” You cry, curling into his chest as he fixes the blankets around you both. 

“What? No. Why on earth would I-”

“Because I am clingy.”

“You’re not clingy, who said you were clingy?” He leans back to glare down at you, accidentally hitting his head on his own nightstand. “Ow, Jesus christ.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing. When did I say you were clingy?”

“That day I was here-”

“A little more specific.” 

“We… you…. The day we were in here and your friends came over.”  His face crumples in recognition, closing his eyes. 

“You heard Gavin.”

“I heard Gavin! And you guys were all probably talking about me–” He leans down to kiss you then, pressing his own lips against yours softly. When he pulls back he rubs his nose against yours, up your face and to your forehead where he leaves a soft kiss. 

“I can promise you that I do not think you clingy. And the only reason I didn’t argue back was because I didn’t want them getting louder so you could hear them. I didn’t want you to hear that. I. Swear. It.”

“Your friends don’t like me.” You whisper. 

“Only one friend doesn’t like you. Gareth and Jeff invited you out to the concert.”

“But Gavin-”

“Can call his girlfriend in Canada to cheer him up. I don’t give a shit.” You laugh at that, pressing your nose to his cheek. 

“Can we watch a movie, Eds?”

“I actually got pretty in pink for you.” He whispers, and you can’t help but kiss him. 

- 

Uh oh, I'm falling in love

Oh no, I'm falling in love again

Oh, I'm falling in love

I thought the plane was going down

How'd you turn it right around

You were too busy running around the diner, taking and delivering orders, to see Eddie and his friends sneak in. But when you turn to see who had taken up the table you are met with his smile, watching him snag a menu from Gareth. 

“What brings you boys in tonight?” You laugh moving to sit by him as Jeff fixes his jacket. 

“We came to hang out with you after the gig, you should have seen it Y/n. It was absolutely wild and Eddie nearly fell off the stage.” 

“Is that so?” 

“There was a drunk guy in the back talking to someone imaginary and we told Gavin it was him and then get this- Gavin freaked out-” Gareth launches into a story on their fight with Gavin, you look over to Eddie who isn’t even bothering to listen as his finger traces your cheek bone. 

“You make this outfit?” 

“I did, thought it matched the diner apron a little better.” You blush, showing him the spot on the sleeve where you had messed up only for him to lean in quickly and kiss you. 

“Y/n!” Your dad calls from the window. “Back to work!”

You roll your eyes, moving to stand up before Jeff calls you and you turn. He opens his leather jacket while Gareth widens his flannel, both to reveal the hellfire shirts you made them. 

“We stay repping our designer.” Jeff brags. “But we need three more.”

“For who?”

“These freshmen that Eddie recruited.”

“OH! Dustin and his two friends right?”

“Dustin, Lucas and little Byers……but……” Eddie smiles. 

“You should make one for yourself.” Gareth finishes. 

“Because you have officially been recruited, Y/n.”

You laugh, watching the three before Jeff slams a sheet on the table and you lean forward to read it. “The lost princess of hellfire?”

“Eddie wrote the campaign for you, and we helped create the character.”

You pick up the paper, flipping through them to reveal the sketches Eddie had drawn, a cartoon version of you in a fantasy version of the pretty in pink prom dress. 

“That’s…..”

“Can’t take it easy on you though, princess. Even if I love ya.”

“I love you too.” You smile, leaning down to kiss him back. 

-

(Also just to lace up any confusion regarding the manner of how I named everyone.

These are Gareth and Jeff - CONFIRMED BY THE DUFFER BROTHERS THEMSELVES----

This is Gavin, I named him because he is technically named 'the freak' and I see him as a gavin. Fight me.

thanks- Ultralight)

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanart #eddie munson x you #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fandom #eddie munson fics #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fan #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanart #stranger things angst #taylor swift #taylor swift imagine #taylor swift fics

[navybrat817]

i feel like stud would just pick smartie off like the couch, her bed, the kitchen floor idk wherever she's sitting or standing and dump her in his room whenever he's in a clingy mood

like without saying anything

he'd just walk in, pick her up and plonk her on to the bed and then plonk her

imsorry

Oh, Stud abso-fucking-lutley would, nonnie. If you're in the middle of something on your laptop, he'll make sure it's saved and set it aside before picking you up. And, yes, not a word as he carries you.

The first time he dumped you on his bed like that, you tried to ask what was going on. He just moved beside you and held you close. You ran your fingers through his hair and you do that each time now because it makes him relax more.

And on the clingy days, he doesn't like positions where he can't see you or hold you close. Anyone who says missionary is boring hasn't experienced those deep thrusts from Bucky as he holds you against him, alternating between deep kisses and loving gazes. It's his mission to get you off more than once, all while making sure his lips, hands or both are on you.

He doesn't let go after either. You should've known how cuddly he would be some days after sex since he loved to cuddle with you before. Still, you ask what's going on.

"Just wanted you close, Smartie."

"My room is right over there," you teased.

"Too far away."

Maybe you'll let him convince you to move into his room after all.

Love and thanks! ❤️

#navybrat answers #bucky barnes #bucky barnes ask #writer ask #roommate!bucky barnes #stud and smartie #bucky barnes imagine #i love them your honor #dilfsebstan #sending love ❤️ #asks are always appreciated

[cak31ssuperi04]

Ask game! If it's not too many: Willa, Carlos, Mariposa, Catania pairs against each other :D

Not too many. Would never turn down an opportunity to talk about them <3

Catania/Mariposa

Stating the obvious but I hold in my heart that Fairy Princess is the Barbie spin on Romeo and Juliet. Confession when I first watched the movie I was wholeheartedly expecting them to dance together at the end(though obviously mattel wouldn't have painted it in a romantic light) as a callback to the earlier ball scene? With the whole ball setting it just felt like that was what they were building up to Imsorry. I was genuinely surprised at the time when it didn't happen but in hindsight that's probably more on me that the movie itself.

Carlos/Willa

Chewing on drywall eating gravel letting the earth consume me. They're a fun pair. They're opposites in a lot of ways, they bicker and drive each other up a wall at times but they do like and care about each other and work well as a duo when it comes down to it. They complement each other. Goofs.

Catania/Willa

Okay look I know I'm the only one who ships them but someone has to. Imo I think it gets overstated sometimes exactly how shy Catania is. She's introverted, she struggles with being away from immediate safety and (re. the crystal ball dance scene which I feel like is the biggest point towards her being shy)worries about standing out too much but she's also shown to be very outwardly friendly and enjoy parties and handle social situations well. I think what I'm getting at is that Willa has more immediately in common with her personality-wise than she does with the other two but they're still different enough that it would be interesting to me. They'd be a little silly. They'd get into shenannigins

Carlos/Mariposa

Not my favorite pair for either character but they're sweet, I like them, I don't mind them being endgame. As a sidenote it annoys me when people talk about how their relationship was forced but Specifically reference the first movie when their interactions are actually very easy to interpret as platonic in that one(like as in no more romantic than other Barbie/Male-Lead pairs that are commonly seen as friends i.e. Linden/Elina or Barbie/Leo), it's Fairy Princess that actually leans into the idea of a romance. If you're going to be a hater at least get it right

Mariposa/Willa

I should clarify that I'm graphing these all as Romantic pairs. I really love their friendship! lots! I think it's sweet how Willa looks out for Mariposa and tries to be supportive of her even if she doesn't always understand. Their interactions are cute! I just don't realllyyy care that much about the idea of them as a couple? Which feels hypocritical since they hit a few similar beats as other ships I do like but you know, much love to anyone who does ship them xoxo

Carlos/Catania

Despite not once directly interacting with each other I think they'd get along well! They have a lot in common. Love the idea of them as friends more than as a couple.

#would go back and regraph because I realize I have a very skewed definition of what Makes Sense but oah well #cakeasks #pieceofcake.txt #on the first point I see it get joked about a lot but imo #fairy princess's story actually does work better as a romeo and juliet-esque situation than as a flat-out allegory about fairy racism. #Too removed from what real life racism is like to really get into it or be very effective as a direct metaphor. #(though those elements Are there) #very Two Kingdoms Both Alike In Dignity. #i dont mean this in a strictly shippy way but #Mariposa and Catania's friendship as girls from rival kingdoms working to understand each other despite prejudices borne from #said rivalry and saving the day and ultimately uniting their kingdoms because of that is the core of the movie and its message.

[kaveuh]

HELLO EIII congrats on the milestone ^^ you totally deserve all of them、your writing's *chefs kiss*

I WILL STOP ASKING FOR CHIAKI AND KANATA ONCE FROM YOU 😭 so may i ask for ibara & yuzuru (separate obv) + A, G, H, J and W thank youuuu sending u many kisses and inspooo ーdarlingnon

a/n — AHH TY DARLINGNON MWAH 🫶🫶 i got too carried away with ibara me thinks.. IMSORRY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HWHFHFJA live love laugh ibara saegusa he’s my silly

IBARA SAEGUSA [ a, g, h, j, w  ] sfw alphabet

a = affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

ibara isn’t overly affectionate. he’ll allow you to hold hands with him in public, but he isn’t fond of being extremely lovey-dovey outside of your home.

speaking of how he is in private, ibara definitely allows himself to be more vulnerable around you inside closed doors. he’s definitely a little, just a little bit more touchy. by that i mean MORE touchy… he legit acts like your husband. bro’s hugging you from behind while you’re doing something in the kitchen, laying his head on your lap while letting you play with his hair, or even taking baths together. ☹️

poor boy doesn’t know how to show affection properly, so most of the time it feels awkward (for him), but he’s trying.

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and mentally?)

ibara tries to be gentle in both ways. he’s to being closed off, so naturally being in a relationship is new to him. though he isn’t entirely gentle and would accidentally say harsh things, he ends up apologizing (with a badly written note) in the end. 

as for physically, it’s pretty much the same. there are times where he’d accidentally grab you harshly, 

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

ibara is either a good or bad hugger, there’s no in between. though, he’s rather awkward when it comes to physical affection and is unable to initiate it himself without feeling embarrassed and such, he usually relies on you to do all the affection. 

at the same time, if we ignore his stiff and awkward body whenever he touches you, ibara is extremely cuddly, a cuddle material perhaps. he LOVES playing with your hair!! when you point it out, he’ll act like he was just trying to get something out... like what are you talking about.. LMAO

again, is a sucker for back hugs </3 he prefers giving it, since he gets stiff and freeze if you ever do it to him (poor lad HAHA). idfk man he’s so touchy i start tearing up thinking about it mWHEHE. i don’t think he’d mind if you surprise him with a biiiiig hug! instead, he’d honestly love it.

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)

he’s also one of those who you can’t tell if they’re jealous or not, because he looks the same all the time. ibara doesn’t get jealous easily, but when he is, it’s more funny and adorable than scary ngl LOL

he definitely sends dirty looks towards hiyori (or anyone in general) if he starts to get way too close to you for ibara’s liking. it’s honestly funny because at the end of the day, he’s the one who gets clingier, not you. 

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

yes. 

ibara would act like it doesn’t really matter. but guess what? you’re his whole entire world. you’re the only one he opened up to the most, the only one he showed his vulnerability to. it would be such a shame if you had suddenly disappeared from his life. 

literally his heart will be so broken. even if he doesn’t lose you, thinking about it makes his heart shatter and start he’ll overthinking about everything, questioning what he would do without you in his life.

YUZURU FUSHIMI [ a, g, h, j, w  ] sfw alphabet

a = affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

compared to ibara, yuzuru is quite affectionate in his own way. he’s not hesitant to show his love and affection in public, but at the same time, he doesn’t do it as much considering how professional he is. 

yuzuru shows his affection through brewing you tea every morning, bringing you some homemade food that he had made, and leans more towards words of affirmation. he loves showering you with compliments and constantly reassures you.

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and mentally?)

yuzuru is extremely gentle towards you— both physically and mentally. he’s too kind to even dare to insult you, or become aggressive towards you.

the way he talks to you is so… soothing. his voice is soft and careful as the last thing he wants, is for you to feel uncomfortable around him. his touches are also delicate and gentle, as if he was treating you like fragile glass.

yeah overall he’s just too polite and elegant to be rough LMAO

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

HUGGING YUZURU?! a dream tbh. bro is the best hugger, i’m not gonna lie. he’s so sweet and gentle towards you and its so AHHHH he’s honestly the best </3

he’s not used to hugs, but he loves giving you them! unless you’re in public, then he’ll give a small side hug. yuzuru just feels like a whole pillow tbh, and he will act like it if you want him to. he’s like your personal cuddle bug now HAHAH

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)

nah, not really. yuzuru trusts you way too much. he’s not the type to get jealous over some random person attempting to woo you or anything, he knows you’re his and he’s yours. the only time he’ll ever get jealous is if you’re spoiling tori way too much, maybe, or he wouldn’t really care.

THOUGH IF HE IS JEALOUS… expect a lot of cuddles when you’re behind close doors. he’ll start acting like that one clingy koala partner and refuse to let you go until you give him more attention.

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

yes. yuzuru had grown attached to you, if he ever lost you, he won’t show it, but he will feel a little less happier. just like ibara, you’re one of the only people he will show his vulnerable side to.

thinking about losing you makes yuzuru already feel empty inside. he’s scared, horrified even. you complete him and he knows that full well, if he ever loses you he won’t be able to love the same way ever again.

#ensemble stars x you #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x you #enstars x y/n #ensemble stars x y/n #ibara x reader #ibara saegusa x reader #ibara saegusa #yuzuru x reader #yuzuru fushimi x reader #yuzuru fushimi

[cosmic-kaden]

♡ With Kylo! I beg! Tell me stuff!

SEND ME ♡ + A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU…

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh love of my liiiiiiiiiiiiifeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Who is the most affectionate?

Honestly, we can both be incredibly affectionate but I think I might give this one to Ben simply because he always has to be touching me in some type of way~ He's pretty clingy when we are in private, not that I'm complaining though!

Who initiates the handholding?

This goes with the affection question, you could say... it goes hand in hand hurrhurr imsorry.. But really, this would also go to Ben, he loves holding my hand, doesn't matter if we're walking, or snuggling, or sitting next to one another, he can't help but lock his fingers with mine (this also includes kisses to my palms, back of my hand, and knuckles!)

Who worries more for the other?

me me meeeee I worry about him like it's going out of style, especially if he has been away for while and I haven't heard from him. I tend to generally have racing scary thoughts so if he hasn't been around for awhile I think the worst and drive myself nuts until he actually comes home to me T_T

Who is more likely to ask for help?

OOF- Sadly, we aren't the types to ask if we notice something is off about the other we will eventually ask what's up but other than that we are STUBBORN when it comes to asking for help even with little things too dslkjfldsfkjlds

Who is the one always losing the keys?

Hi that would be me! "Have you checked the fridge?" is a common response from Kylo when I say "Hey love, have you seen my keys?" ldkjfklsdfjlds

Who leaves little love notes for the other?

hm, we aren't really ones for note giving? If we have something to say we will just tell each other even if we're blushy and awkward about it, we are more of the "say it because you never know what happens" type of people :3

Who can’t sleep unless the other is there?

Kylooooo~! (well technically me as well but he's worse about it lol) he has gotten so accustomed to me sleeping next to him that if I'm not there he will literally not be able to sleep properly at all. I'm always talking about how he's my calm but I sometimes forget that I am also his!

Who is more likely to propose to the other?

Kylo proposed to me! :D (It was in a fic actually hehehe) and it was so sweet and such a tender moment and dlkfjlfjsdl CANNOT WAIT TO MARRY HIM! although I already refer to him as my husband <3

Who introduced the other to their family first?

(good time line where nothing ever goes wrong: ) I have no family so Ben introduced me to his legendary parents Leia and Han! I was a MESS lol oh also it turned out I pickpocketed his dad before I knew he was Ben's dad... OOPS! dlkfjdlskjf

Who is more likely to play with the other’s hair?

That would be meeee~ I cannot help or ever resist putting my hands through his mans hair!! I am obsessed with my mans hair so much! It's so thick and fluffy and GRAH! <3

Who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated?

Ben literally has to remind me to eat food. He esentially has a real life tamagachi sdlfkjdslkfjsd /lh /j but no he's really good at helping me remember to eat and I'm good at reminding him to stay hydrated!

Who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other?

My baby has a T E M P E R so you bet your ass if anyone hurt me in any way shape or form he would be on their ASS about it if they lived or died from it would be another story! He is my number one defender and I love it~ <3

Who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other?

We're both the same! We like to surprise each other from time to time, not all the time mind you but we always say "I'm gonna get you back for this~" teasingly haha

Who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things?

ME! I make him lock it too! (thats when you pinkie promise and then also press your thumbs together and make a turning key motion!) <333 thats the only way pinkie promises are dealt when I use em! hehe

Who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch?

Kylo does! I mean unless he is really in the mood to snuggle with me then he will just lift me up and put me into bed but other times he will leave me be and place a blanket over me (Or his cloak~) >/////<

#[ugly sobs] #you had me under spell right from the start; #THANK YOU FOR THE ASK BESTIE!! <33 #this made me a little happier~ <3

[you-are-so-much-better-than-that]

Get to Know Me

tagged by some pals @energievie @squidyyy23 @heymrspatel @whatwouldmickeydo @gardenerian @imsorry-imlate @metalheadmickey

1. are you named after anyone? nope

2. when was the last time you cried? last night

3. do you have kids? just the four legged furry variety. I'd like to someday

4. do you use sarcasm a lot? I only use verbal irony

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people? umm this is gonna be strange, but their gait and stance. Literally how their legs move and hold them up.

6. what’s your eye color? dark dark brown

7. scary movie or happy ending? happy ending. I need some joy and escapism thank you

8. any special talents? mmm I don't know if this is a talent, but I'm good at getting shit done

9. where were you born? In Cairo, Egypt.

10. what are your hobbies? watching an insane amount of television, going to the theatre, reading, writing. I like stories.

11. do you have any pets? Charlie my sweet psycho boy (beagle) and Leah my perfect sweet angel baby (cat)

12. what sports do you play / have you played? LOL none.

13. how tall are you? 5'1" on good day when I'm standing straight and tall.

14. favorite subject in school? English and History

15. dream job? professional lottery winner? <- Tina, same girl. Umm but if not that, I'd like to work in something that helps people, does good work. Feel like I made even the tiniest difference in this stupid world.

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