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elizais · 3 months

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okok may i request headcanons/drabbles on bsd boys (pref dazai, chuuya, jouno, tecchou, fyodor, tachihara, sigma, nikolai??) with a gf who has glasses but is almost blind without them? like velma in scooby doo, she needs her glasses and panics when she fr can't find them? thank you so much with glitters and sparkles!!

ofc! i'll split this into 2/3 parts though for the boys u asked for if any1 wants more!!

when their gf needs glasses (and they get lost)

like the request!! drabbles for each. featuring: dazai, chuuya, fyodor!! more parts will come warnings: dazai being a shit (lovingly),, drabbles dividers by @cafekitsune мышь = mouse (google translate so idk)

"osamu?" she called out, concern slightly tinting her voice. "yes, bella? everything alright?" he responded, on the other side of the bathroom door.

"yes, well, no but-" she stumbled over her words, opening the door as she was covered in a fluffy towel. he waited for her to catch her breath, knowing what she was missing. taking in a deep breath, "i can't find my glasses."

she didn't tend to lose her glasses, only taking them off for sleeping, showering and getting changed. very rarely having any other reason to do so. osamu chuckled at her, squinting her eyes to make out his facial expression. "have you seen them?" she asked him, walking towards her bedroom to put on clothes.

"i'll look now, dear." he smiled, knowing he placed them on a shelf she cannot reach. in his defence, he wanted her to ask him for help! she was so self sufficient after all..

she walked out of the bedroom, hitting her hip on the corner of a table slightly. "my, my.. you really need those glasses!" he teased as he ruffled her hair. an unimpressed look was plastered over her face, replacing her glasses. "yes, i do, osamu!". she ran a hand through her hair, trying to calm herself down.

"do you know where you last took them off?" he asked, of course he knew that she left them on the end table outside the bathroom. thats where he picked them up. she nodded her head, pointing to the end table that did not have the glasses.

he took her hand in his, suddenly feeling bad for what he had done. it was not worth seeing her so stressed out over some glasses. he walked her into the office room.

she didn't seem to realise it was osamu who had moved her glasses, so, to stay in her good books he looked around with her. when her back was turned, he took the glasses off of the shelf and put them on the desk beneath it.

"oh, darling! here they are!" he smiled as you turned around. he handed them to her and was pleased to see her smile back. "was it you, 'samu?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

he nodded slowly. she clicked her tongue before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

chuuya walked into the apartment, usually being greeted with a hug and a kiss but not today. it was too early for her to be asleep, he wandered where she was before he heard a frustrated groan.

"doll?" he spoke, wondering what was wrong. he heard her gasp as she ran into the front room to him. she greeted him with a hug quickly, throwing herself against him - chuuya having to catch her.

"hey chuu.." she kissed his cheek. she didn't want to have her worries affect him but she needed help. he gently placed her down and immediately notice the absence of her glasses.

"well you don't have to look at me like that." he sarcastically remarked as he pretended to be annoyed. he laughed at her squinting eyes. "did you lose your specs?" he asked.

"don't call them that, you geek!" she smacked him on the bicep gently before sighing, "yeah."

he pretended to wince in pain, holding the spot she hit.

"well i was going to help you, but i don't think you deserve to see now!" he joked. "where did you last have them, princess?" he kissed her forehead before adding in his pet name for her.

"i was taking a nap on the couch, and i think i put them either on the armrest by my head or on the coffee table." she exasperatedly exclaimed, throwing an arm in the direction of the living room.

chuuya instantly put together a theory, he walked over, hearing her footsteps behind him. she must have knocked them off from wherever they were in her sleep.

he activated his ability and touched the couch, letting it float up a metre or so. he crouched down and grabbed the glasses and slowly lowered the couch. she wasn't able to see the specifics of what happened but saw him walk towards her with a smug look on his face.

"here you go, doll." he held out the glasses, but before she could grab them he let them float to the ceiling. "costs a kiss to get them back!" he flicked her forehead.

she sighed, "i suppose i'll have to pay for another pair then.." she joked, earning an exaggerated shocked look from chuuya. she kissed his lips softly and caught the glasses as he lowered them.

fyodor was sat in his office, typing away on his computer in serious concentration.

in another room, he heard objects being moved around. last he checked, his partner was asleep. he heard her footsteps near before the door to his office opened.

spinning around in his chair, "мышь, is something troubling you?" he asked, receiving a small nod in response. "i can't find my glasses, my head hurts because i'm squinting, i feel gross, and i'm cold." she rattled off.

"where did you take them off, dear?" he queried. she shrugged. "i fell asleep on you when you were researching and woke up in our bed. thank you for taking me to the bed but i don't know where i put them!!" she gestured wildly, nervously cracking her fingers before he stood up.

he held her hands so she would stop with her nervous tic, "go take a shower love, and stop squinting. i will find them if it stresses you out so much." he hummed, softly rubbing his thumbs over her knuckles.

she went to the bathroom, fyodor was racking his brain for when she took them off. he thought she possibly left them in the car, he shuddered at the thought of going out in the cold weather to check the car. but, he put on his shoes and grabbed his coat.

before touching the door handle, he thought he is better to put his ushanka on. not wanting his head to be cold either.

walking towards the office she fell asleep in his arms on top of the chair in, he lifted up his ushanka. a pair of glasses with a few traces of fluff on them from the hat sat on the table.

letting out a sigh of relief as he didn't have to go out in the cold, he opted not to tell you it was his fault you couldn't spot your glasses.

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ranposgirlboss · 1 year

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~types of hugs they would give~

was daydreaming about ranpo and then my brain jumped to them giving hugs??? idk how that works but HERE WE ARE!!!

charas: dazai, chuuya, sigma, ranpo, and poe

genre: FLUFF >:))); a bit of flirting in dazai's because, well, dazai; can be seen as romantic or platonic other than that!!!; extremely wholesome shit idk :O; some hurt-comfort, but very mild!!

LETS COMMENCE ＼(°o°)／

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DAZAI

-over dramatic mf FRRRR

-hugs with him arent really emotional or srs or anything like that, HE KINDA JUST CLINGS TO YOU OUTTA NOWHERE NGL-

-like he'll be running away from kunikida and cling to you from behind to use you as a sheild

-awoop, jumpscare!!

-would probably make a comment about ur body or something, and how your just, "so charming" and he "jUsT cAnt KeEp hIs hAnDs oFf yOu!1!" (you can admit youre scared of kunikida beating the shit out of you its ok)

-tbh if you were crying or something like that, i feel like you would have to ask him to hug you, rather then him automatically doing so. (as we can see with atsushi 🥶)

-i feel like his hugs would be good enough for the circumstance, but he's kinda cold ngl (unless you like that!!)

-pretty much just uses u as a sheild tho 😭

CHUUYA

-i know that ive always gotta make him floating someone or something..... BUT HIS ABILITY IS SO COOL CMON

-if you asked him (and yall were close) he may float you

-WOULD BE HELLA EMBARRASSED ABOUT IT (DONT LET DAZAI SEE YALL, YOU'LL NEVER HEAR THE END OF IT)

-yall have really gotta have a really good amount of trust for him to hug you or just be physically affectionate in general!!!

-would grumble about it and pretend he totally didn't wanna hug you too

-would give pretty good hugs ngl

-IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY IF YOU WERE TALLER THEN HIM THO

-if yall are around the same height or ur shorter then him, they're pretty comforting

-BUT IF YOURE TALLER THEN HIM YOU HAVE MAKING FUN OF HIM RIGHTS, AND ITS KINDA HARD NOT TO MAKE FUN OF HIM WHEN HE CAN BARELY HUG YOU NORMALLY

-if you were crying or having a bad moment, he probably wouldn't hug you that fast though, but if you're ranting to him about how horrible it is, he might just hug you out of nowhere cuz he doesn't know what to say.

-if youre trustworthy to him, his hugs are very nice, he would prob be neutral temp or slightly warm ngl

-UGH CHUUYA HUG MEEEE TOOOOO ಥ‿ಥ

RANPO

-THE ALMIGHTY INSPIRORER OF THIS (is that how you spell that ;-;??)

-WOULD GIVE SUCH GOOD HUGS OMG

-all you gotta do is ask

-unless hes busy being possessive of his snacks, he might think you're tryna sneak in and take a bite when he's distracted (눈‸눈)

-but when hes not eating (which is pretty rare), just ask him and he will

-might complain about being lazy a bit, but in the end, he will always hug you if you insist!! <33

-if you were crying or sad about smth, he would either literally fucking bearhug yo ass and comfort you or he would give you space to process your emotions, there is no in between.

-HES LIKE SO WARM BUT NOT THE CLAMY AND SWEATY WARM JUST LIKE THE REALLY NICE WARM.

-he also smells like sweets which is a more comforting and homey bonus!!!

-VERY AMAZING HUGS WOULD RECOMMEND 10/10!!!

SIGMA

-THEY DID MY DUDE SO BAD IN THE ANIME IM SORRY SIGMA YOU DESERVED BETTER THAN THIS MANGA SIGMA SUPREMACY

-but anyways

-ngl he would be kind of awkward sometimes but YOU KNOW HE HAS THE BEST INTENTIONS!!!

-SIGMA IS A VERY GOOD COMFORTER TO HAVE!!

-yknow how he memorizes everyones problems at the casino??

-yeah he also memorized yours, so he knows RIGHT AWAY when something is off or you need a hug!!

-he is very quick to hug you, not only to comfort you, but he also finds it comforting ⊂((・▽・))⊃

-will also leap on you out of joy (is extremely embarrassed after)

-overall, very wholesome, has the best intentions (i swear i forget he's apart of a criminal organization sm)

POE

-OH BOY

-would be so flustered if you asked him

-seems like he would WANT to ask you, but is too embarrassed and shy to ಥ‿ಥ

-PLEASE ASK HIM HE IS INTERNALLY BEGGING, AND HE NEEDS ONE (honestly everyone in bsd needs one)

-would so awkward at first because he doesn't wanna make uncomfortable in any way so he's like barely hugging you

-if he eases into it tho, he would actually be a pretty nice hugger

-just PLEASE ASK HIM FIRST, HE WILL ALWAYS ACCEPT

-if you were upset or sad about something, i honestly feel like he would just give you space to sort yourself, i feel like he would want the same space when he's upset.

-but if you ask him HE WILL VERY GLADLY HUG YOU SINCE HE HATES SEEING YOU SAD

-very nice hugs once you get past the awkward stage!!! just takes practice tho <33

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HOW DO I WRITE THE MOST WHOLESOME THINGS WHILE LISTENING TO THE MOST EDGY SONGS PLEASE HELp

i was also getting distracted by my music and this was supposed to be posted yesterday but whatever!! that's how it be

ANYWAYS, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED, PLEASE ONCE AGAIN SEND ME REQS!! THANKS FOR READING ( ◜‿◝ )♡

#dazai x reader #ranpo x reader #bsd x reader #poe x reader #poe x reader bsd #chuuya x reader #platonic #romantic #cant pick one #sigma x reader #sigma deserved better :((#bsd #fluff #justiceforjared

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the-guilty-writer · 1 year

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Big Biggie

Request: from @itmejado

Could you write an imagine where Rossis daughter has an asthma problem and has to go to hospital for antibiotics and stay for a few days and the team comes and spends time with her, like playing chess with Spencer, penny makes cookies, she watches sports with Derek?

David Rossi x daughter!reader, Platonic!BAU x rossi!reader

Summary: reader with asthma finds herself in the hospital while her dad is away. The team steps in to keep her company.

A/N: I don't have asthma so I did research to try to get as accurate as possible. I hope this captures everything okay. If not, I am always open to feedback in order to make the next request better. Thanks!

CW: reader has asthma, minor swearing, hospitals, IVs, reader is sassy (as I'd imagine Rossi's daughter would be)

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You hated frat boys

No. That statement didn’t cover it all; you hated frat boys that didn’t have the decency to cover their damn mouths when they coughed. Of course, not everyone had been raised in a mansion, but sometimes the level of common sense people lacked completely baffled you. After just one class of sitting next to a guy from Sigma-Phi-Disease-Factory claiming that he “just has allergies” you ended up with pneumonia.

No biggie, right?

Yes biggie. Big biggie.

Because having athsma made treating pneumonia far more complicated than taking a trip to the student health center.

The persistance of your wet cough and the burn in your chest as you heaved air in and out of your lungs became increasingly concerning. You weren’t sure if you had so much pain in your chest because you felt like you couldn’t breathe, or if you felt like you couldn’t breathe because of the pain. When your temperature skyrocketed and your skill chilled, you had your roommate drop you off at the ER.

It didn’t take the doctors long to decide you needed to be admitted, and immediately after finding out the pneumonia was bacterial, you were glad you hadn’t waited any longer than you did. Growing up with athsma meant you had been through enough treatments, seen enough specialists, and had enough infections to know that you’d be laid up in the hospital on IV antibiotics for at least five days.

Staring at the ceiling, you found yourself craving company, but you weren’t sure who to call. Your roommates were busy working and your dad was on vacation. Well, actually he was on his book tour, but that was the closest thing David Rossi got to a vacation. You didn’t want to bother him.

The problem with that- you were still on his insurance plan. You’d have to bother him some time before you got discharged. It was probably better that you did it now rather than later.

“Ah, if it isn’t my favorite girl," he answered after the first ring. “I was just about to call and tell you about this fantastic restaurant I went to last night. I think it’s the best carbonara I’ve had since your great-grandmother was alive.”

“That’s great, dad,” you managed to choke out.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” Your dad said, his voice filled concern.

You wanted to sigh, but it came out as a cough. “I’m in the hospital,” you managed to say between heavy breaths. “Bacterial pneumonia. I have to be on an IV for a few days, but I’ll be okay.”

“I’ll catch the next flight home-”

“Dad, no.” You coughed, the speed at which you cut him off causing mucus to come up your throat. “There’s only one more day left of your tour. You deserve to have some fun every once in a while. I’ll be fine. Bored, but fine.”

You heard your dad hesitate. Rossi had raised you on his own. Every minute he didn’t spend working to catch the most dangerous criminals in the country, he spent taking care of you. The man deserved a break.

“Okay,” he said. “But if you need me all you have to do is call and I’ll be there.”

“Okay, dad.” Your eyes felt heavy. “I love you.”

“I love you too, kiddo.”

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You weren’t sure how long you were asleep for, but when you woke up there was someone next to your bed.

“Who are you and why are you eating my jello?” You muttered, your eyes still only half open.

“Good morning to you too, (Y/N).” Derek chuckled. “How are you feeling?”

“Never better,” you replied, followed by a wheeze. “Why are you here? Let me guess, one of the nurses here is a serial murderer- wait no. Dr. Super Genius managed to get shot again.”

At that, Derek burst out laughing, nearlying dropping his empty jello cup on the floor. “You are your father’s daughter, aren’t you?” he said. “I’m here because I heard a certain Rossi told her dad not to come home from his book tour early and I couldn’t let the BAU’s favorite oldest kid be bored and alone.”

“I appreciate that, Derek, but you really didn’t have to. There isn’t much to do around here.”

“You didn’t let me finish,” Derek grabbed the remote for the TV. “The Commanders are playing the Bears today and there was no way I was going to miss an opportunity to watch my home team beat yours.” His smile turned cocky.

You wanted to back-talk him but you began coughing violently, mucus rising in your throat, chest heaving as you struggled for air.

“Let it out, kid,” Derek rubbed your arm softly. “Let it out.”

Just then another agent you knew all too well walked into the room, but this one was far less fun- Agent Hotchner. Though you had known him the longest of anyone on your father's team, he didn’t make for great company. Unless, of course, one considered filling out copious amounts of paperwork in silence a fun activity.

“Morgan, what did you do?” He asked.

“Nothing, Hotch!” Derek said defensively.

He was right- it wasn’t his fault your body decided that it needed to try to eject your lungs from your chest. But Hotch wasn't looking at you, instead, he walked over to the table with not one, not two, but three empty jello cups.

Your coughing subsided and Derek turned to look at his boss, who raised a suspicious eyebrow. “I might have participated in the jello.”

Hotch let out a small, rare smile and turned to you. “Your dad gave me the information to get your forms filled out so you don’t have to worry about it. I have to go, but you can call me if you need anything.”

“Thanks,” you managed to get out.

Hotch nodded. “Of course. Get some rest.” The interaction was short, brief, and to the point, but Aaron Hotchner leaving work to fill out medical forms so you didn’t have to do it later was his way of letting you know he cared.

“Now,” Derek said. “Where were we?” He turned up the volume on the TV just as the Commanders scored a touchdown.

“You’re going down.” You smirked at him.

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“Ha! The Commanders win 14 to 7!” You cheered weakly. The antibiotics were starting to kick in, making the suffocating feeling in your chest far less painful than before.

Derek rolled his eyes. “Alright, alright, kid. But they only won because that ref made a bad call.”

“It doesn’t matter. They still won.”

“Who won what?” Penelope Garcia toddled into the room on bright pink heels. She was wearing a black and white polkadot dress with a cardigan to match her shoes. Sometimes you wondered if she had to bribe someone to get around FBI dress code.

“The Commanders beat the Bears,” you told her, smirking at Derek.

“Ooo!” Penelope squealed. She didn’t understand sports, but she understood enough to ask “So your team beat Derek’s team?”

You nodded.

“Do you know what that means?”

You shook your head.

“It means that you get to pick out your cookie before he does.” Penelope smiled and pulled a box of cookies out from her purse, offering them to you. They were the good kind- the ones that she spent hours icing and designing to look like cartoon kittens.

“Penny, you are the best,” you told her. You picked out a cookie that looked a whole lot like Sergio and took your time enjoying the delicious treat. “So good.”

Derek nodded in agreement as he finished off his first cookie and went to grab another one. Penelope swatted his hand away.

“I made one for each of us,” she said.

“But there’s one left,” Derek observed.

Before Garcia could reply, Spencer Reid made his way into the room and grabbed the last cookie. Derek looked defeated.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Reid said, putting down his satchel and taking a seat before starting on his dessert.

“Hey, Spencer,” you replied, then furrowed your brow in confusion. “You came in here without a hazmat suit on?” Spencer was known for having a slight problem with germs.

“As long as we stay five feet away we should be fine,” he countered. “Plus I want a rematch of our annual holiday game.” He pulled a chess board from his satchel and began to set it up on a small chair.

“Reid,” you started. “How are we supposed to play if I can’t even reach the board?”

“Morgan can move the pieces for you,” Spencer said with a mouthful of cookie.

“Penny can’t do it instead?” you asked, half to tease Derek and half because you were sure the guy had never played chess in his life.

“Hey, ouch!” Derek said, bringing his hand to his chest and pretending to be hurt. “But you are right. I think Penelope would be the better choice.”

“I’m on it!” Garcia got up from her seat to move closer to Reid, who had placed himself as far from your bed as possible.

The game took far longer than normal, with Spencer having to guide Garcia through what moves you were asking for, and the match ended in a stalemate. You were about to start another round when a nurse came by, letting everyone know that visiting hours were up.

You said your thank you's and goodbye's to your father's team members. After that, it wasn’t long before you fell asleep.

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“Yes, and according to Morgan, her and Reid’s chess match ended in a stalemate. I have a feeling he might not be able to wait until the holiday party for a second rematch,” Hotch told Dave over the phone.

“Thanks for doing that, Aaron,” Rossi said. “It means a lot.”

Before Hotch had a chance to answer, a flight attendant tapped Rossi on the shoulder. “Excuse me, sir. I’m going to have to ask you to put your phone on airplane mode for the flight.”

Rossi gestured that he just needed one more minute and put the phone back up to his ear.

“What time are you getting in tomorrow?” Hotch asked.

Rossi sighed. “Not till the afternoon at least. I forgot that layovers are a huge pain in the ass.”

“Well, try not to worry too much about (Y/N). Emily and JJ have something planned to keep her occupied.”

Rossi smiled. “I’m sure she’ll love it.”

“Well,” Hotch said, taking on a bit of a playful tone. “As Garcia might say, it’s no biggie.”

“Sir.” the flight attendant came back, this time looking far more annoyed.

“I’ve gotta go. Thanks again, Aaron.” Rossi hung up the phone.

It’s no biggie.

But it was. Even when he couldn’t be there for his daughter, his team- their second family- always would be. And that was a big biggie.

#criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x platonic!reader #criminal minds x reader #david rossi x daughter!reader #Criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds #david rossi

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daisynik7 · 1 year

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Rush

Chapter 4: One Night Only

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

cw: vaginal sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, cum eating, spitting, daddy kink, corruption kink, first time

Summary: After midterms, Armin goes home for the weekend. Leaving Eren the room all to himself.

Notes: Happy New Year everyone! HERE WE GO. Chapter title inspired by the song "One Night Only" by Sonder.

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The University of Paradis library is packed with students cramming for midterms, including you, Mikasa, and Armin. It’s Sunday; the three of you have been occupying a study room for the past two hours. There are textbooks and stacks of notes scattered on the table, as well as a collection of open snacks to share. You sip on the last of your water and quietly slip out of the room to refill at the library café.

Falling in line, you notice Alpha Tau brother and certified asshole, Reiner Braun, a few people ahead of you. It makes you wonder if he’s here with Eren, who has been noticeably absent from your study sessions with Mikasa and Armin. You haven’t asked about his whereabouts and you’re not even sure if he’s been invited to begin with.

Thankfully, you have a hood on your sweatshirt, so you wear it to conceal your identify as Reiner passes by with his freshly brewed coffee. You try to sneak a glance at the direction he walks in, hoping to see Eren, but no luck.

To say he’s crossed your mind would be an understatement. Besides studying for midterms, your entire focus has been on him, who you still haven’t seen since the night of Mike’s kickback two weeks ago.

His parting words to you that night replay constantly in your head like a dirty broken record.

Next time we see each other, I’m going to fuck you.

Gonna turn my sweet, little virgin into a slut.

You’ll be the nastiest slut on campus after I’m through with you.

When he left the room to join the party back downstairs, you shamelessly masturbated again, thinking about his mouth and fingers all over your pussy. By the time Mikasa came upstairs to walk back to the dorms together, you actually did fall asleep, exhausted from your multiple orgasms. Eren had already left with Armin, so you didn’t get a chance to see him one more time that night.

With midterms coming up, Sigma Nu Kappa and Alpha Tau have put a hold on social events the past two weeks. This is the last week of midterms for most students, so Mike has offered his place yet again for a kickback on Friday night to celebrate the end of exams.

Ah, handsome, sweet, and mature Mike Zacharias. He would treat you with the respect and kindness that everybody deserves, that everybody wants. But maybe you don’t want that. Not right now, at least. Deep down, what you really want is to be ruined by Eren Jaeger.

It might sound bad, but as long as nobody gets hurt, what’s the harm? He only wants to fuck you to satisfy whatever corruption kink he possesses. And you want to be fucked by him to fulfill this sexual fantasy that currently consumes you. You’re both using each other for the same perverse reasons. It’s a win-win situation. You’ll fuck each other silly one time and then move on with your lives. He’ll continue his little fuck boy journey and you’ll go back to your modest lifestyle. That’s the plan.

The barista refills your water bottle and you make your way back to the study room. As you turn the corner, you notice Eren standing inside, chatting with Mikasa and Armin. You pivot back around and fall in line again at the café, convincing yourself you have a sudden craving for coffee. After taking your sweet time ordering a drink and chatting with the barista, you deem it safe to walk back. Thankfully, he’s gone.

You sit down at your seat. Mikasa looks up from her textbook to ask, “What took you so long? I thought you were just getting water.”

“The line was long. I ended up getting a drink too.”

“Oh okay. Eren stopped by. He’s here with Reiner,” she explains, rolling her eyes.

“At least he came in to say hi,” Armin interjects. “I guess he walked by earlier and saw us.”

Shit. So, he must have seen you. You remain silent, listening to the two friends talk.

Mikasa crosses her arms over her chest as she speculates, “Don’t you think it’s weird how he only ever interacts with us whenever he’s not with Reiner?”

“What are you trying to say?”

“I don’t know. Like today. He said he saw us earlier when they walked by. Why didn’t he say hi then? Is he embarrassed of us? Are we not cool enough for him whenever he’s around his big bro?”

“Mikasa, you know he’s not like that.”

She shrugs. “Just my thoughts.” She turns her attention to you. “He says hi, by the way.”

Confused, you ask, “Who says hi?”

“Eren.”

Without thinking, you blurt out, “Huh?”

She smirks. “Yeah, he said he saw you with us when he walked by earlier. Asked where you were. Told me to tell you hello.”

“Oh. Weird,” you respond, genuinely bewildered by this news. He asked about you. Wondered where you were. Gave you his regards. And this whole time, you thought he was acting like you didn’t exist.

Armin laughs. “I guess he’s trying to be nicer after what he said to you at our first exchange.”

“Well, at least he’s being nice to someone,” Mikasa muses, putting her focus back on her textbook.

With nothing left to be said, you flip through your notes, pretending to study. Internally, your mind is racing with the revelation that Eren is, at the bare minimum, thinking about you. It gives you a fluttering feeling in your stomach. Makes you happy.

This can’t be good.

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She is the first person Eren notices in the study room as he and Reiner walk by. Not Mikasa, not Armin. Her. Buried in her notes, face scrunched up in concentration, totally unaware that he is a few feet away, spying on her.

He does his best to make sure his double-take is inconspicuous to his big bro as they pass along, going towards another study room farther away. They’ve been studying together for the past two weeks, sometimes joined by Bertolt or different girls Reiner invites, none of whom were sisters of Sigma Nu Kappa. While they were all polite and pretty, Eren just couldn’t find the will to flirt with them. Not when there’s already one girl constantly on his mind.

If he had known that she was a part of their study group, he would’ve accepted Armin’s invitation right off the bat, instead of rejecting it twice. Invites stopped coming after that.

The promise he made to her has been lingering in his head ever since he whispered it that night. Next time we see each other, I’m going to fuck you. Seeing her in the library today riles him up, gets him excited. It’s been a while since he saw that cute face, the one he’s been thinking about each time he’s touched himself these past two weeks. He almost feels likes taking her away from her studies to ravish her in the library bathroom.

He won’t, of course. Because he wants her first time to be special. And by that, he doesn’t mean romantic shit, like rose petals or candles scattered around the bedroom.

He’s wants to fuck her so good that any other guy who touches her won’t even come close to him. Whenever she gets fucked by someone else, she’ll be wishing it was Eren railing her instead. He wants to christen that virtuous, exquisite pussy with his fat cock until she’s filthy and nasty just like he is.

It’s sinful, reprehensible. Straight up wrong.

But she wants it too.

And how can he deny a sweet virgin like her?

Wanting to see her even for a little bit, he visits their study room, disappointed to see she isn’t there. He stalls a bit, chatting with Mikasa and Armin about whatever, expecting her to come back soon. Enough time passes and he figures it isn’t meant to be today. So, he’ll continue waiting patiently, at least until midterms are over. The next opportunity they’ll have to indulge in each other will probably be whenever Alpha Tau and Sigma Nu Kappa have another party. They can do it in the same spare bedroom they’ve done nasty deeds in twice already.

It comes as a pleasant surprise when Armin, a few days later, informs him that he’ll be leaving for the weekend to visit his grandfather. Meaning Eren has the room all to himself. This news comes in conjunction with the announcement of Mike’s kickback Friday night, to celebrate the end of midterms.

He sets his plan into motion.

Friday night, the campus is buzzing with students ready to party after a grueling two weeks of tests. Bertolt drops Armin off to the train station, heading back to Shiganshina for the weekend. Before he leaves, he jokes with Eren, “Don’t forget to use protection!” completely oblivious to the fact that the girl he plans to bring back tonight is Armin’s innocent study buddy.

Reiner invites Eren to another Eta Iota party. This time, he declines, making up some sort of convincing excuse to get him off his back. He’s not letting anything stop him from getting what he wants tonight. And what he wants is her.

He pre-games with Jean, Connie, and Marco in Levi’s room at the Alpha Tau house. Levi, who drinks a hot green tea while the rest of them pass around a fifth of Captain Morgan, tells the pledges, “Mike’s little kickback might not be so little anymore. Petra told me a lot of the SNK sisters invited their friends from other sororities.”

“Really? So, it’ll be a bunch of sorority girls and just the Alpha Tau’s?” Jean asks.

“Basically.”

“Sounds like our reputation is getting back up there, at least with the sororities.”

“Yeah, all thanks to Sigma Nu Kappa. They’ve been vouching for us to the other girls. Partnering with them was the best decision we’ve made since kicking out the disgusting shit bags from last semester,” Levi says.

“Yeah, they’re the best,” Jean praises. Connie and Marco nod their heads in agreement.

“Hey, Jaeger. Anyone you have your eye on in Sigma Nu Kappa?”

Eren keeps a straight face, replying, “Nope.” There’s no point in telling his pledge brothers, especially Jean, about his special situationship with a certain SNK sister. If anything, he hates gossip. He doesn’t want whatever they have to be known to the others.

“How about the Eta Iota’s? Some of them are gonna be there tonight. Bet you think they’re hot, right?”

He just shrugs, taking another swig of the rum.

“Let me be your wingman tonight, Jaeger. In exchange, help me get closer to Mikasa,” Jean offers, nudging him playfully.

“I don’t need a wingman. And I can’t help you there,” Eren responds.

“Why not?”

“I can’t fix your horse face.”

Jean yells out a “Fuck you,” all while flipping him off as the other guys laugh. They spend the next couple of minutes finishing the rum and chatting. Half an hour later, they’re at Mike’s, the party already in full swing. It’s the most crowded Eren has ever seen the place. Sure enough, like Levi mentioned earlier, there are many girls from different sororities socializing with the Alpha Tau brothers. He spots Mikasa in the kitchen, chatting with a girl he doesn’t recognize.

“Mikasa, hey.”

She nods her head up to acknowledge him. “You made it. Isn’t there an Eta Iota party you should be at instead?”

He smirks. “This might be the biggest party of the semester. I couldn’t miss this. And it looks like a lot of the Eta Iota’s are here anyways.”

She rolls her eyes as she changes the topic. “This is Louise, by the way. She’s a Delta Mu.” The blonde girl next to Mikasa waves her hand at him politely. “She was in the same recruitment group as us,” Mikasa explains, referring to her and her roommate.

As nonchalantly as he could, he asks, “Where is she, anyways? You two are always together.”

Louise says, “I saw her talking with Mike earlier. I think he wanted her to be his partner for beer pong.”

“Mike?” As soon as he says it, he knows his annoyance isn’t hidden well.

“Yes. Mike,” Mikasa repeats, raising an eyebrow at him. Shit. If anyone can see through his blank expression, it’s her.

Eren doesn’t say anything, still pretending to be uninterested when in fact, there’s a flurry of thoughts rushing into his head. He helps himself to a full cup of jungle juice, then maneuvers through the party towards the beer pong table. Sure enough, there she is besides Mike, playing that stupid game.

Why is she partners with fucking Mike Zacharias? And why is Eren so bothered by it? He hides behind a few other people as he stalks them, watching with increasing irritation as she laughs and smiles with this other guy.

Tonight is supposed to be their night. He’ll be damned if he lets another man take away what’s supposed to be his. So, he plots silently, waiting for the game to be over to make his move. Mike sinks the winning shot for them, which results in her giving him a bright smile as they high five each other. Eren can’t stand seeing this fucking prick get all this attention from her. He won’t admit it out loud, but he almost feels jealous.

Eventually, she excuses herself from the game. Mike stays to play with a Delta Mu girl, which instantly puts Eren back in a good mood. He sees her walk through the crowd, slowing down to turn her head in different directions, as if she’s looking for someone. There’s an odd feeling in his chest as he starts to approach her from behind. He’s not quite sure what he wants to say, but he’ll figure that out as soon as he reaches her.

“Hey,” he calls out, tapping on her shoulder to get her attention. She turns to face him, eyes widening with surprise. Then, her lips curve into a small smile. He feels that odd feeling in his chest spread down to his abdomen.

“Eren. Hey.” They’re surrounded by others, but for some reason, it feels like it’s just the two of them in this room right now.

His body acts before his mind thinks. Eren grabs her by the wrist and pushes his way through the crowd, leading her outside. They walk a couple paces away from the house before she stops him. “Where are we going?” Her voice trembles, either from the cold night air or anticipation.

“My room. Armin went home for the weekend,” he explains plainly, his grip still firm on her wrist as he turns to face her.

Understanding, she responds with shy, “Oh.”

He can’t help but chuckle at her fake innocence. Deep down, she wants it. Wants him. He knows it.

Eren pulls her in for a soft kiss. “You remember what I said to you the last time, right?” He presses his lips against her ear as she nods.

“Will you let me fulfill my promise to you? Is that what you want?” he whispers to her.

She nods again, swallowing hard before she answers, “Yes. I want it. I want you, Eren.”

Fuck. Hearing her say it sparks something in him, makes his skin tingle with excitement. He kisses her deeper this time, sliding his tongue against hers, unbothered by how sloppy and out in the open they are. She kisses him back eagerly, as desperate for his touch as he is for hers. He can’t waste another second.

They arrive to his dorm building, Eren taking two steps at a time to the third floor where he and Armin reside. Once inside the room, they kiss passionately against the door, shaking their shoes off their feet. Tongues sliding around each other hastily. He sheds off his jacket and slides his hands underneath her blouse, fondling her breast. Breath hitching, he asks, “Is this okay?”

She raises her arms up and nods, allowing him to pull off her shirt and toss it behind him. He slides his fingers to her back, feeling for the clasp of the bra. Trailing wet kisses along her neck, he strips her bare, eliciting soft moans from her mouth. With her tits exposed in front of him like this, he can’t help but stare, licking his lips. “Get on the bed,” he demands.

Doing as she’s told, she lies on her back, staring at him with a dazed look in her eyes. She has no idea how good she’s going to get it tonight. And it makes Eren so fucking horny knowing he’s the one that’s going to be giving it to her.

He hovers over her, massaging one of her breasts in his hand, lightly pinching her nipple in between his index finger and thumb until it hardens under his touch. Unable to resist any longer, he flicks his tongue against it before sucking gently. She lets out a drawn out moan as he pulls at her sensitive skin slowly with his lips, releasing her with a loud pop from his mouth. He repeats the action on her other breast, gazing up at her to meet her eyes as she watches him suck on her tits.

After another resounding pop, he chuckles. “You like having your nipples sucked like this.”

There’s a coy grin on her face. “I guess I do. It feels so good when you do it.”

He lets the praise go straight to his head as he sits up beside her, brushing stray hairs away from her forehead. “We have all night. I want to take my time with you. Try different things to see what you like.”

She looks up at him for a few seconds, comprehending what he says. Then, she reaches for his chest and grasps at his shirt, pulling him down for a kiss.

~~~

You’re not sure why this gives you butterflies. In an otherwise unromantic situation, what he tells you is actually sweet. He wants you to feel good. He’s willing to try different things to see what you enjoy. You want to take advantage of this.

You break away from the kiss to tell him, “I really like it when you eat me out.”

He grins at you, fingers traveling down to the hem of your pants, toying with the plush skin at your waist. “Yeah? What else do you like, baby?”

Baby. God, hearing it makes you melt. No longer shy, you demand, “Finger me at the same time.”

His laugh almost sounds sinister as he shoves your remaining clothes off, leaving you completely naked in front of him. He positions himself in between your legs, spreading your thighs open, as he strips his t-shirt off. He leans his face towards your arousal, lips so close you feel his breath as he mutters, “Touch yourself.”

He stares, mesmerized at your fingers playing with your bud. “Spread yourself open for me. Want to taste you now.”

You do as your told, spreading your folds out with your index and middle finger to expose your sensitive clit. He smirks before flicking it up and down with his tongue, causing you to buck your hips up. “Oh fuck,” you moan. He circles the tip of his tongue around you, teasing you until it’s too much.

“Fuck Eren, please.”

“Please what?” he taunts, words muffled as he continues to tantalize you.

“Suck on it, daddy.”

He hums against you, the vibrations from his voice making you shudder as he surrounds his lips on your clit, kissing, sucking, and licking until you’re whimpering for him. Fingers damp with his saliva as he eats you out sloppily.

“You want my fingers now? Want me to finger fuck you, baby?” he asks, sitting up on his knees.

“Yes,” you breathe out.

“Ask for it nicely then,” he demands, brushing his fingers at your entrance.

“Yes, please,” you beg, feeling him enter you slowly with one, then two.

“Please, what?” Knuckles deep, he stays still, teasing you. Torturing you.

“Fuck, please daddy!” you cry out. He starts thrusting his fingers into you, curling at just the right spot as he surrounds your bud with his tongue. “See?” he muffles with his tongue sticking out. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You orgasm after a few minutes, cum flowing out of your pussy and onto him. He releases you from his mouth as he continues to pump into your slit, watching you go slack against the sheets.

“That’s a good girl. Coming all over my fingers like this.”

When he pulls out, you feel your pussy flutter, missing the sensation of being filled. He straddles you, the bulge apparent inside his joggers. Your eyes widen with shock and arousal as he drags his tongue around and in between his cum coated digits, savoring your slick like a delicacy. “You taste so fucking good,” he mumbles between slurps.

God, he is a menace. He makes you throw all logical thinking out the window. Before you even realize it, you blurt out, “Let me have taste too.”

“Oh fuck,” he grunts, moving in closer to you. “You’re such a nasty slut. So fucking nasty, oh my god,” he moans, as he slides his wet fingers into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around him, salivating all over his skin. Drool leaks down the side of your lips as you suck him. Tasting yourself on him turns you on. You enjoy seeing him lose himself at your taboo request.

He uses his free hand to reach down into his pants and release his hard cock. There’s precum dripping from the tip when he starts stroking himself rapidly. “I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

You pull his fingers out of your mouth to say, “Then don’t.” Swatting his hand away to wrap yours around him, you start jerking him off vigorously. “Fuck me, Eren.”

He mutters, “Fuck,” as he reaches over to the drawer next to his bed to retrieve a condom and a small bottle of lube. There’s a nervous feeling that starts pooling at the pit of your belly as he starts to unwrap the condom and roll it over his dick. He pours a generous amount of lube into his palm and covers his shaft with it. You’re really going through with it. You’re going to let Eren Jaeger take your virginity.

“Are you okay?” He studies your face as he positions himself on top of you.

“Yes. Just…a little nervous,” you answer honestly.

His soft smile catches you off guard. “It’s okay, baby. Just relax. I’ll make you feel really good.” He kisses you tenderly before hopping off the bed and removing his pants.

Deciding to relinquish all control to him, you do relax as he pulls your body towards the edge and holds your legs apart, pressing himself against you as he stands. This position feels intimate, maybe even a little intense. He looks down as he guides his cock along your folds, caressing your clit with the tip. You whimper as he stimulates your bud by tapping on it with his cockhead. With eyes closed, you indulge in his sensual touch.

“Need to make this virgin pussy extra wet for my cock,” he growls.

You watch him through hazy eyes as a long stream of spit drools out of his mouth, his warm saliva dribbling onto your clit and down your slit. It’s vulgar. Obscene. Most of all, it makes your pussy throb with arousal. He wants every part of himself inside you. Wants to make you dirty and filthy. Wants to defile you. A guttural moan escapes from your lips as he does it again.

“I knew you were a nasty fucking slut,” he spits out, rubbing his dick all over your soaked pussy. “You want my cock inside you? Want me to fuck this precious little cunt of yours?”

“Oh my god, yes. Fuck me, Eren. Fuck me.”

He slowly guides his cock into you. It feels nothing like his fingers. It’s bigger, girthier, fuller. It’s unbelievable how thick he feels inside you. There’s discomfort at first as your body adjusts to his size. You hear him suck in his breath as he pushes his entire length into you, pulling out slightly whenever he meets some resistance. Once he bottoms out, he stills. “Fuck…Are you good?”

You feel your walls clench around him, not used to being filled like this. It’s uncomfortable, but you don’t want him to pull out. “Yes.”

“I’m going to start moving now,” he warns you, his grip on your thighs tightening.

You wrap your legs around him, bracing yourself, as he starts driving into you slowly. It’s hard to feel anything except his fullness inside you. But after a couple of thrusts, you feel yourself ease up, his movements getting smoother and more pleasurable as he fucks you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans. “Feels so fucking good.”

He’s deep inside you now, pumping into you at a faster pace. You run your hands up to his body, marveling at his chiseled abs as he pounds into you. “Fuck, Eren,” you breathe out, finally feeling pleasure build up throughout your body.

“Love it when you say my name like that. So fucking hot,” he murmurs, fucking you harder and hitting your sweet spot. Your fingers travel down to your clit, where you start caressing it slowly.

He stares at you, a wild look in his eyes. “Such a slut, rubbing your clit while I fuck you. Nobody else knows what a fucking whore you are, huh? Only me. Only me.”

There’s no discomfort anymore. It’s pure ecstasy as he rails you, his harsh words adding to the pleasure. You squirm beneath him, your second orgasm approaching. “I’m gonna come. Don’t fucking stop,” you beg him.

He replaces your hand with his and starts moving his thumb against your clit frantically. “Come all over daddy’s cock. Be a good girl and come for me.”

You moan wantonly as you climax, feeling your pussy swell around him. Your thoughts are like static as waves of pleasure ripple from your core. Squeezing your legs tighter, you hold onto him. ��Keep fucking me until you come,” you tell him. The need to please him the way he does you is undeniable. You want to feel him come undone inside you.

Smirking, he responds, “Then get on your stomach.”

Unwrapping your legs from him while he pulls out, you obey his command and flip over, sticking your ass out. You hear him chuckle behind you as he kneels onto the bed, pressing himself against you.

“Such a good girl for me,” he purrs, planting a kiss on one of your ass cheeks. “You know exactly what to do already.” He delivers a light smack with his hand at the same spot, resting his erect cock in between your plump bottom.

“Fuck,” is all you manage to groan out, desperate for him again. You wiggle your ass, hoping he rewards you with another spank, which he does.

“I think you’ll like this position even better than missionary,” he suggests, kneading the spot on your skin that he just slapped.

“Yeah? You’ll fuck me good? Make me come all over your big cock again?” You look back at him, mouth open, needy and thirsty to feel him inside you.

“Fuck,” he says with a huff, as he slides into you easily. From this angle, he fucks you even deeper, your pussy now fitted perfectly for his cock. You move yourself against him, skin slapping with each moment of contact, filling the room with lewd sounds of sex. It feels fucking incredible.

Gripping onto the sheets, you mewl, “Am I doing a good job, daddy? Am I being a good slut for you?”

Eren has a tight grip on your hips as he plunges into you. “Fuck, makes me want to come when you say things like that.”

“Then come. What are you waiting for?” you provoke him as you thrust your ass even harder against his pelvis.

“Want you to come one more time on my cock. Want to see you squirt all over my big dick.” He reaches around to rub his fingers against your puffy clit. It’s too sensitive now, causing you to approach your climax almost immediately. “I’m coming!” you cry out, gushing all over him.

“Fuck, m-me too,” he stutters, as he slams into you one more time before he orgasms. You feel his dick twitching inside you, spurting his seed into the condom. He pulls out when he’s done, collapsing beside you on the bed.

You feel sticky and dirty as you lie next to him, completely exhausted. He turns to face you, his eyes soft. You’ve never seen him like this. He looks peaceful. The two of you stay like this for a minute or two.

“There’s a single bathroom down the hall. You should definitely pee as soon as possible,” he says, eyes now half closed.

“Pee?”

“Yeah, to prevent any UTIs. Trust me.” He reaches over to the dresser by his bed and pulls out a new package of baby wipes. “Here, you can use these to clean yourself up.”

Surprised by his preparedness, you mutter, “Oh. Thanks.”

Doing what he recommends, you get dressed and walk down the hall to pee, using this alone time to contemplate your current situation.

You just had mind-blowing sex with Eren Jaeger. You are no longer a virgin. And this sexy little game the two of your have been playing with each other ends tonight. The both of you have gotten what you want out of this. Eren has properly ruined you and you lived out your fantasy of losing your virginity to the campus bad boy. It’s a dirty little secret that the two of you share; one that will be forgotten about as time goes by. That’s the way it’s going to be.

Would you like to see him again? Of course. The attraction you feel towards him is unquestionable. But that’s all it is, right? Physical attraction. You’re not even sure if you like him as a person. You barely know him. And he hasn’t shown any interest in getting to know you. This fucked up relationship the two of you formed with each other started with sex and is going to end with sex. Nothing more. To think that the two of you can fall in love with each other is wishful thinking on your end. A pipe dream, really. It’s never going to happen. You’ve already convinced yourself of that.

Walking back into his room, you find him already asleep, snoring lightly under the covers. You debate with yourself if you should head back to your dorm right now to save yourself the trouble of lying to Mikasa about your whereabouts tomorrow morning. But knowing this might the last you’ll ever be with him makes you stay.

You undress and turn the lights off, crawling under the blanket next to him in your underwear. As soon as your head hits the pillow, sleep envelops you within minutes.

~~~

Eren is already awake when she decides to leave that morning. He listens with eyes shut as she slips out from the sheets carefully, the pads of her feet hitting the hardwood floor with a light thud. There are quiet noises of clothing being picked up and fabric sliding across her skin. Once it sounds like all her clothes have been put back on, there’s silence. Maybe she’s looking around for her phone. Maybe she’s looking at him.

After a couple of seconds pass, he hears her footsteps and the sound of the handle being turned gently. Then, the door shuts and she’s gone.

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「 SLASHERS REACTIONS TO THEIR FANDOMS ! 」 . . . 📂

slashers : various

wrd count : 1.2k

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . how slashers would react to their fandoms

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . patrick bateman, bo sinclair, vincent sinclair, billy loomis, stu macher, brahms heelshire, & billy lenz

⤷ patrick bateman

okay this is going to be fun

his (already huge) ego gets boosted sm by the like "sigma" edits and shit of him

not to be cliche but the “I bet paul allen doesn't ___” sort of comments make him feel so high and mighty

and seeing how many people find him hot? god he would become even more insufferable

BUT HERES THE FUN PART

he delves more into the patrick bateman edits and stuff and that's when he finds the satirical shipping, cutesy edits, etc

he sees himself and the word "babygirl" put together and has a full blown meltdown

god it’d be so funny cause it's literally 50/50 in the fandom so he couldn't separate one from another if he even tried

AND THE SHIPS

oh, he would just be gagging at the louis x himself ships

idk I feel like he would go "take this down now 🤬”

he's so edgy 12 year old boy yk

AND THE EDITS

patrick practically passing out when he seems himself edits with anime blush and cat ears

his masculinity was already bruised by the ships and now this?

he 100% posts some of the edits about him on his socials

he also sends the links to these vids to people he dislikes to prove his "fame"

the fame goes to his head but he gets humbled when he sees everyone calling him "my pathetic malewife bbg 💕”

⤷ vincent sinclair

I just love vincent sm and so does his fandom

I have not once met someone who hates vincent

he is so insecure and humble and just deserves to see everyone complimenting him and his wax figures

he loves his fandom to say the least

and they absolutely adore him

definitely gets confused by some of the compliments he gets

example a: "If he doesn't want me to slut him out, why waist so slutty?"

^^ yes I did find that on here

is in disbelief ppl can find him attractive let alone say things sexual about him

he has rlly rlly low self esteem okay

if he ever tried to interact with his fandom online I have two different directions in my head

IS AWFUL ON THE PHONE

typos and everything

but it's so sweet

"THank yu 🙂"

he has big fingers and struggles to type ^^ or if he gets adjusted it's perfect grammar "I appreciate you for this. Thank you so much."

hes just a big ol boy getting the praise he deserves

⤷ bo sinclair

this one is a bit tricky

he isn't too phased by the compliments unlike his brother

he knows he hot

so "daddy" "so hot" compliments r not new to him

BUT I think stuff like | want to see him whimper" will make him feel VERY FLUSTERED

like awkward coughing and hiding his face flustered

but he doesn't get a bigger boost in his ego

I feel like it doesn't go to his head cause he is already pretty confident in his looks yk

but seeing people appreciate him for his personality?

like talking about how charming and husband material he is

it definitely gives him more hope that he's worth more than his looks & that he means something

this one is short but he wouldn't interact with the fandom

or he’ll barely scrap the surface so he doesn’t see the weird stuff…

like he seems so Facebook dad to me

basically he is tolerates his fandoms cs he’s only seen the tip of the iceberg

⤷ billy loomis

ANOTHER TRICKY ONE

billy is so tricky for me tho

honestly it goes to his head

seeing ppl in awe about him ^^

he's a slasher fan too so he is more active in other fandoms if that makes sense

but he does like to delve into theories and discussions about ghostface and the scream franchise with members of his fandom

rlly enjoys knowing he is considered one of the "well known" slashers

honestly he feels threatened by danny johnson from DBD because when u search ghostface a lot of content surrounding him pops up a long with stu and billy

billy wants everyone to know he’s the ghostface

he loves the fame basically

I do get the feeling he hates the image ghostface has tho

like the "thirst traps"

he's just the type of guy who calls people "posers" and "fake fans"

so that rily irritates him

if you know a lot about slashers/ghost face he's chill

he likes his fandom but there's definitely outliers with the people who know ghostface but not who's behind the mask

he wants the notoriety

⤷ stu macher

LOVES HIS FANDOM

he loves being worshipped by his fandom

all compliments, all fanart, all of it he loves

teases Billy sometimes about the posts

sends scream memes to his friends

feels guilty tho when he sees posts about his and Tatum's relationship

like that's the only downside for him

he responds to fans, tells "insider" stuff, etc

Stu is very active in his fandom

he thrives off of it essentially

definitely set up a cameo or something at one point and says his iconic lines from the movie

+ try's to get fan service out of Billy

hes like an obnoxious youtuber

REPOSTS EVERYTHING

edits? yes

fanart? yes

fanfic..?

yes.

he's not rlly sad either that billy gets more attention than him cs if you love stu you LOVE stu

calls his fandom "machiacs"

cause macher + maniac

but he does think he's more famous than he actually is

like if someone doesn't recognize him he'll go "I'm THE stu macher"

fanservice king!!!

⤷ billy lenz

no shame at all

he will repost smut/hentai of him

loves his fandom cause they're as equally as horny as he is

but I think he does see that he is desirable in more ways when he finds like fluff imagines

loves his fanart the most

he would try and redraw the fanarts but they turn out horribly

he 100% try's to interact with his fandom

key word is try

he doesn't type but does the voice to text thing

so all his replies and post end up

JEJSNSBSHSISJJSNS *insert heavy breathing* HSHDNDJSJSK

his poor phone can't keep up :(

he doesn't understand the fandom but he loves them

"billy boy my beloved ❤️”

^^ those are his favorite types of fandom interactions

⤷ brahms heelshire

refuses to have internet

straight up refuses

but I feel like he's the only one who would dislike his fandom

and i mean actively dislike

if he saw how many people call him "stinky wall boy"

let's just say he would have a fit

only thing he would like is people saying he's better than other male characters

but literally that's it

hates everyone and everything about his fandom

he thinks of them as lowly or without class

its just best if he never finds out about his fandom

✎ notes . . . yes, this is a repost. tumblr deleted my old acc >:( ◯　　🖖🏻　　⭒　　⧆

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yaaaay tuna time tuna time. ok so the manga is I Love Amy and its about a yandere girl making friends with the lesbian mc to get closer to her male crush but finds herself really enjoying spending time with her. very good stuff highly recommend. anyway I will be scalping this whole plot for my brainrot! as I'm basing this off a wlw manga please read yan and darling as being the same gender (ex: dazai with a male darling, higuchi with a female darling) thank u.

so, following the aforementioned plot, darling actually starts out as yans TARGET instead of yans crush, accidentally getting on their radar by being seen talking to yans current obsession one too many times during routine reconnaissance (stalking). obviously they need to get rid of them! theyre getting in the way! crush shouldn't ever talk to anyone else but them!!!!

when local freak loner weirdo yan suddenly asks if you want to hang out with them, alone, it occurs to you that you should be a little more cautious- but, truth be told, you've had a crush on them for a while... and you know its probably impossible that they swing your way, but couldn't hurt to give it a shot, right?

with this in mind (and lowkey kinda entranced by how pretty they are up close), you agree.

lucky for you theyre perceptive enough to sniff out that ur a fruit and thus a complete non-threat, so you live another day! and, to their surprise, they find themselves kind of enjoying hanging out with you.

yadda yadda yadda, the two of you strike a deal to help them get in good with their crush, theyve had pretty bad luck with this so far, but they seem to like YOU, so you can get them some one-on-one time! you're pretty bummed you were right about the person you like not being interested, but hey! theyre still your friend! as long as they can be happy, you’ll be happy for them! on their end, theyre just using you (or so they think). sure, you’re ok to hang out with or whatever, but your companionship doesnt mean anything compared to their crush. once they get what they want, youre pretty much donezo.

i wont go on for too much longer about this here but im sure you get the idea, over spending time with them as friends and dedicating so much of your time to trying to help them find their happiness, yan starts turning their attention on YOU instead. they find themself getting irritated when they catch you talking to other boys/girls, what did you suddenly get a s/o or something? are you gonna stop hanging out with them? you cant DO that youre their ONLY friend! or they’ll surprise themself by desperately wanting to pass up spending time with crush to go stay with you instead. or getting REALLY REALLY mad when they see people being rude to you when they used to not care. little things like that. i feel like this concept could be really good for soft yan stuff but you COULD make it darker if you wanna.

characters i think would work with this: bsd - dazai (specifically pm dazai cuz hes a freak with no social skills), akutagawa, poe, ranpo, sigma, higuchi, gin, lucy. genshin - childe, scaramouche, albedo, cyno, eula, ei (i feel a modern au would work best for ei here), rosaria, shenhe

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something about the holidays has fried my brain but i cant let your asks go unanswered any longer !!!!! p.s i love amy is just wonderful thank you for the rec ^^ im just gonna go over this with childe because you deserve genshin content from me :< spoilers for childe's real name (tho i think everyone knows it by now lol) unedited!

context: X is the person ajax likes (as you can tell i am very good at coming up with names :>) some things here are taken from i love amy so give it a read !! it's totally worth it i promise~

at the time, you couldn't come up with a single reason why ajax had approached you all those days ago, accompanied only by a menacing look. in fact, you could still recall how the malice in his eyes deepened once he caught sight of you stumbling your way over in his direction.

you had heard the rumors about him (like everyone else had), and while you didn't want to judge someone because of what others had to say, you couldn't deny the fear that consumed you when he stared at you with thinly veiled distaste—right after interrogating you about your relationship with the person you had just been conversing with. it occurred to you far too late that ajax had witnessed the conversation between you and X, and now you were about to be at the receiving end of the terrors you had only heard of in passing.

your brain went into overdrive thinking of an answer. childhood friends? what if he got jealous that you spent so much time with X, time he couldn't have? but if you lied about not knowing X, he'd come after you anyway if he found out the truth, right? so you tried to come up with a lukewarm answer, something to show that you weren't trying to meddle with his…potential relationship. whether you said the two of you were partners for a project, neighbors or family friends, whatever it was, it worked in convincing him that you weren't interested.

but it worked too well, as you soon came to realize, after noticing how ajax was attached to you constantly. at your response, he had lit up and quickly pulled you closer, declaring you would help him by gathering information and helping him plan for the perfect date (and of course, there was not a single moment of consideration for your say in the matter)

even though you insisted over and over again that you'd be no help, with no experience in dating or flirting with anyone, let alone someone as popular as X, and claiming you weren't close enough with them to ask such detailed questions, ajax was far from bothered. perhaps, in his eyes, you were the perfect sidekick—obedient enough to drag around like a sulking pet, but not so compliant that you weren't of some use, at the very least for entertainment. and maybe, just maybe, because he was starting to feel a little lonely.

what he didn't know at the time was that you, despite all the warnings and whispers, had a crush on him. you reasoned with yourself that most people would fall for him, if not for his fixation with X. and although you knew he was 100% infatuated with someone else, you had foolishly thought it wouldn't be the worst idea to be his friend. you had hoped that hanging out with him and being faced with the reality that he would never look twice at you would work as a bitter yet effective remedy to the flustered racing of your heart and the fluttering sensation that seized you.

surprisingly, ajax made for decent company, disregarding the pain of unrequited affection. all your time together was mostly spent talking about X, which you never complained about, but you also learned a little about him, like the fact that he had younger siblings and that he participated in a lot of archery competitions. it occurred to you for a moment, that given his track record, ajax being so well-versed with a weapon probably wouldn't end well, but you shut down that thought almost immediately. he may talk about wanting X all for himself and may have some concerning fantasies, but even he wouldn't go to such lengths, right?

the more time you spent with him, however, the fewer opportunities you actually had to talk to X. still, despite how little use he had for you, ajax still kept you by his side. maybe it was, in his eyes, a good thing that you were staying away from X. some part of you itched to tell him that you wouldn't betray him like that...not like it mattered to him. you knew he was only using you, either as an information source or a test subject, and even if it hurt to know he'd never care about you like he did X, you never once considered distancing yourself from him

you liked to think that he liked your company too, at least as an acquaintance. after all, since that first encounter, he hadn't threatened to snap your arm if you didn't tell him everything you were talking to X about. maybe that time he dragged you away mid-conversation with your friend should have been alarming, or maybe that other time when you woke up tied to a chair in his basement ("don't worry," he had brushed off your concerned look, "i only did this because you kept saying you were too busy to come over. anyways…") should have sent you running, but you justified it to yourself as his odd way of watching out for you.

or more likely, the warning signs just flew over your head because you couldn't imagine that he would be as creepy as the rumors said. you did idolize him to an extent that you tried to justify all his strange habits. it didn't matter much, anyway, since you were well aware this arrangement was temporary—you were only serving as replacement company until he finally got with X, and then your presence in his life would instantly be shut out.

because you were under the impression that it was all temporary, you didn't mind, even when he started overstepping into your personal matters. more than once you had to cancel meet-ups with friends in favor of spending time with him, and the few times you did manage to be away from him, ajax would interrogate you about every detail of your day without him, and at the very end would demand you tell him if you enjoyed being away from him, scowling until you placated him.

and then, the 'practice dates' started feeling a little too real. with him insisting on feeding you spoonfuls of dessert and latching onto your hand uncomfortably tight. but honestly, you couldn't complain, even if you knew something was wrong. going out with X didn't seem as much of a priority as it was a way to convince you that he desperately needed your help in 'practicing'.

all this while, you were under the impression your role was simply to be a good friend to ajax. naturally, when you had an opportunity to talk to X again after such a long time, you jumped to take it. what you didn't expect was for ajax to come up behind you, gently moving you aside to instead tower over X, glaring at the person he'd been pining over so desperately. the words that left him next were similar to the ones you heard all those months ago, except, these were the last words you expected him to say.

"you," he spat out, "what the hell were you talking to [name] about?"

bonus because i have too many thoughts about this :>

you getting an s/o. ajax is upset for many reasons. a) you never told him that you liked someone b) were you really going on weekly dates with your new partner?? you never even hung out with him that consistently! what, were you throwing away your friend just for this new guy? and c) how could you leave him behind like this?! suddenly, your new s/o is bombarded with the sensation that someone was constantly glaring at them, and then at every corner, ajax is standing there...just...watching. maybe he was just shy?

you manage to convince X to give him one chance. one date, so he can try to win them over. what you don't expect is for ajax to try stalling. he comes up with reasons for more practice dates, asks you for more 'tips', and if he absolutely has to go, he doesn't do anything that he was supposed to. the date is a fail, despite all the practicing he did. to you, he claims it was the nerves that got to him. come on, comrade! you gotta help him practice more now!

#yandere tartaglia #ask 🐟#anon 🐟#dazai 🩹 🐟#genshin 🐟#drabble 🐟#tartaglia 🐟#yandere genshin imagines #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere tartaglia x reader #yandere childe x reader #yandere childe #i wanted to try with the other characters #but i have this thing where i must read all the lore etc about a character to write about them #and im not too familiar with most of the genshin characters And i hvae still yet to meet scara lol

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sips-tea-cutely · 2 years

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Hiii! I have a BSD request! Its a bot dark but its related to something that Ive been working through lately. Can you do as many bsd characters as you can reacting to their S/O getting emotional on their birtgday because they "didn't think they would make it this far"? Like they struggled with severe depression and suicidal thoughts/SH in their childhood and honestly didn't expect to make it to the age they are now? Its almost my birthday and I've been struggling with the same thing so i wanted some fluff with my favorite characters to help me through it! :) thank you so much!

I’ll never love again because I am so in love with you.

“Everything passes

That is the one and only thing I have thought esembled a truth in the society of human beings here I have dwelled up to now as in a burning hell.

Everything passes.

This year I am twenty-seven.” -No Longer Human

osamu dazai, ango sakaguchi, gin akutagawa, chūya nakahara, akiko yosano, tetchō suehiro, sigma

a/n: let it be known that my friend randomly picked these characters…. ALSO @your--local--freak hey baybee boii emo boi im sorry im in an rawr mood but in an ironic way

#Osamu Dazai

“nightshade~ c’mon!! wakey wakey, it’s time to celebrate!” your boyfriend said while shaking your lucid body.

grumbling at your clear ignorance to him, he started kissing your face; on your forehead, your cheek— anywhere that he was able to reach. “h-?! alrightt!! osamu, im awake..” you groan at his sudden rush to wake up.

“c’mon, let’s get ready, it’s your birthday after all!” he said while removing his pajama shirt. “who are you and what have you done to osamu, when’ve you ever been excited by work?” you silently giggle

“hehe, i got the director to let us have a day off, i want to spend the whole day with you, of course!” he kisses your cheek once again, more gently and endearing rather than playful this time.

︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.

dragging you to every one of your favorite places, the cafe you used to frequent before joining the agency, the restaurant where the two of you had your first date, and the place you two had first met.

walking home from an arcade he dragged to, you looked unhappy, had he done it all wrong? “is something wrong, my nightshade? you look so sad!” he pouted. “hmm? ahaha, i’m fine osamu really—“ you laugh. “i just honestly did not think i’d still be alive.”

‘still be alive’? that was the thing he’d constantly say to ango and oda, he had felt dizzy from fear. “still be alive? does that mean you were considering committing double suicide with me? how honored, i am!” he grinned. of course, he’d never wish for you to die, you were someone who never did any intentional wrong; you were someone who unlike him, do not deserve to die.

“well, something like that, i guess. i used to be a little hopeless, i never really thought i’d make it.” you bitterly laugh, tears just threatening to spill. ah, no wonder you didn’t want to undress in front of him, you— just like him— had many scars.

what would’ve he wanted when he felt hopeless? someone who would take care of him, validate him when he felt like breaking apart.

suddenly grabbing your waist and lightly brushing your hair, he seems calmer than usual, most unlikely.

“i am glad you’re still alive, my dear. because you’ve done so much for me so, let me take care of you, just for tonight— ‘kay?”

silent for a while, you slightly nod, covering your glassy eyes. noticing the small gesture, he grabbed your cupped hands. how adorable

“well then, let’s get home now shall we? i have one more gift, me~!” he announced.

#Ango Sakaguchi

waking up next to ango was quite rare; his job often demanded late nights and early mornings so just imagine the surprise when you saw ango peacefully next to you, hair uncared for and wild from all the all-nighters.

“ango, you’re late for work, hey!” you quietly shout while tapping on his face. shooting up in fear, ango seemed to remember where he was— at home, with you.

“right… i finished the most urgent documents a week ago and asked chief taneda for two days off. it’s alright— it’s your birthday, after all.” he explained, his heart finally calming from the panic. “what would you want to do, dear?” he rubbed his eyes and put on his glasses.

“let’s just stay in bed for a while…” you lie back down onto the edge of his chest. “mmh, sure, if it’s what you want.” he smiled at your simple domesticity, wrapping his arms around you as the two of you talked about almost anything and everything.

︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.

after seemingly exhausted every conversation you two could’ve ever had, the two of you sat in each others’ presence. noticing you staring at the wall, you seemed melancholic, something akin to dazai’s teenage angst.

“is something wrong?” he asked, sitting up. “mm, it’s nothing major, i just didn’t think i’d still be alive by now…” you mumbled.

hopelessness, that had been something he was familiar with, the port mafia reeked of desperation and misery, even after four years, it still haunts him.

both of his dear friends had dealt with depression and traumas— they drowned in their own hollowness and it ruined them both mentally. this time, he had another chance to stop that from happening again. maybe this could be the way he redeems himself to oda and dazai.

“your life is a beautiful thing, you know? i’m so proud of you for living through your pain, i’ve seen many times how hard it is to live when it seems there is no reason so even living itself is amazing.”

a cold tear fell onto ango’s hand as he caressed your face. “you deserve to be happy because everyone deserves that right.” he smiled at you.

standing up and tugging at your arm, he beckoned you to join him out of the bed and into the living room.

“let’s get up now, then? i still have one more thing to show you, your birthday present.

#Gin Akutagawa

gin mostly did not show any affection publicly, so just imagine the surprise when you see her sneaking into your office with her hair down and her mask off for once.

“happy birthday, s/o!.. i got you this— it’s pastries from this new store that higuchi talked about, i thought maybe you’d like it…” she showed the fabric bag, tied with a red ribbon.

“oh, gin, there’s really no need for gifts, it’s alright!” you reassure her. before she can retort, you expand— “let’s share it instead, how about that?”. a bit confused, she agreed and sat down in the chair facing you.

grabbing one of the powdered confections, “mm… if you don’t mind me, why would you not want a present?” she asked before biting into the treat.

“haah, well i wont lie, it’s just that i never saw a use to living. it’s quite hopeless, really. im surprised im still alive.” you remark, just meekly laughing at the last part.

there’s a familiar look in your eyes, something in ingrained into her mind— ‘those who want to die have an equal desire to kill’, something her older brother often said.

“why would you say that? living up until now is a milestone we should celebrate!” she said, much more confident than usual. “gin, really, there’s no need to talk about it, it’s just something from my childhood..!” you try to move on from the conversation but she can’t.

childhood— did something happened to you? were you raised in similar conditions as her? the slums she grew up in were in terrible condition, were you hunted by traffickers as well? her thoughts ran wild as she thought of what she could do. if you don’t want to talk about it, it’s fine, she just wants to be there for you.

“hmm… i may not know as well as you the conditions you lived under but… i’m so grateful that you are still alive to this day, you mean more to me than you know, s/o.” she said, raven hair just slightly hiding the redness in her cheeks.

barely giving a moment to think, she grabbed you out of your chair. “come!” she smiled elegantly. “it’s your birthday so, let’s have as much fun as you want.”

#Chuya Nakahara

chuya cherished birthdays, especially yours. it is the day that his love was born after all, so did you expect less than for him to go all out?

waiting for you in your shared apartment— a rich dark chocolate cake on the bar counter, slow-dance music playing on CD player, and most importantly— him standing in your doorway with dozens of roses.

jingle, creak… “AAH!” you scream, hitting the intruder with your bad. “shit!” the crimson flora fly all over room as your boyfriend cups his cheek. “chuya?! what the hell are you doing there?” you shakily ask, turning on the lights.

“well, duh, it’s your birthday and i wanted to surprise you.. fuck..” he groans. “don’t just stand there in the dark, it makes you look creepy! are you ok?” you grunt before checking on him yourself.

“yea, nothing that’ll mark.” he breathily laughed at the whole situation. “now, back to what i planned—“ he grabbed some of the roses on the floor. “happy birthday, s/o.” he smiled, giving an endearing kiss on your lips.

“chuya, you really didn’t have to do all of this..” you told him. “i cant treat it like it’s just any day, it’s special because it’s your birthday.” he answered back as he guided you towards the dining table.

“plus, i had to fight off an agency scum for this cake, you better try some.” he joked as he placed it onto the table.

tasting some of the rich cacao, it’s so warm. the feeling of calm fills your psyche. “it’s that good, hm? glad to know.” he smiled, noticing your obvious mellowness. “it’s so comforting” you dreamily said.

“i’m so proud of you for living up until now.”

chuya had always known you had a bad childhood, so he had always made it a statement to express his love. even when he was busy, trying to talk to you about your day while the two of you prepared for bed.

remembering the things you loved and thought of chuya knew like it was the back of his hand but even so, him observing your behavior in the upcoming days till your birthday is so… sweet of him.

“you made it another year, you’re so strong.” he smiled genuinely. noticing the glassy look in your eyes, he pulled himself closer to you. “ah— shit, please don’t cry.” he wiped the tears off with his glove.

“c’mon…” he slightly sighed. “your birthday isn’t meant to be spent being depressed about the past, all that matters is that you’re alive right now so why don’t’ ‘ya celebrate that you got past ‘em?”

“n..noo.. im not sad… you’re just so sweet, ugh…” you groan. “i…” chuya stood, silent… “well, i still stand by what i said, we should still celebrate you.”

#Akiko Yosano

yosano cherishes life, birthdays are a reminder of that. so it’s honestly no surprise that she took you out on a day off.

going to your favorite shops, buying you anything you wanted, she couldn’t say no when it’s your birthday!

“mm, come, i have a reservation at your favorite restaurant” she dragged you along with her, going over to the waiter in the front.

exchanging words, soon enough he showed you over to a table for two, the edge showing a beautiful view of the sky; blue, white and grey fog the sky and move at a snail’s pace.

“fufu… what does it feel to be another year older, dear?” she smiled, admiring your features. “hm, well it still feels a little weird…” you laugh.

“well, that’s just a given, it’ll feel normal eventually.” she reassured. “aah, well that’s part of the problem but most of it is… ah, im ruining such a happy mood, nevermind!”

︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.

finishing your meal, it felt comforting, like it was home. mellow thoughts clouded your head until the staff surrounded you, singing happy birthday as they placed a free dessert in front of you.

“i don’t think i can say it enough but… happy birthday, darling.” yosano stared lovingly. until— she noticed how shaken up you seemed? did you not want to be put on the spot?

“thank you for this day, ‘kiko…” you smile gracefully. “i didnt think i’d make it to see the day, i feel so happy now that i’m with you.” you smile so appreciatively, so lovesick and joyed— the same grateful smile ranpo pulled out of her the day she joined the agency. did she really mean that much to you?

“life is always fleeting, i know better than most how it feels when you want to die at such a young age, and… i’m so proud of you for waking up everyday.”

#Tetchou Suehiro

tetcho was obviously not good with emotions. but something he was sure of was that he loved you so for you, he tries his best to be more affectionate.

coming into your office with some strawberry pudding, he placed it onto your table. “happy birthday, s/o.” he said, grabbing your hand and kissing it. “oh, ‘cho! i’m surprised there isn’t anything… odd about this. hehe, thank you.” you giggle.

“well, i was planning to add shichimi spices as a garnish however, vice commander okura and jouno heavily advised against it.” aha, in his samurai nature, he’s as honest as ever. “mmh… well, it’s still delicious, thank you, tetchou.” you smile and placing the dessert spoon back onto the bowl.

“alright now… what would you like to do? i am here for you.” as monotone as ever, he stood with incredible posture. “‘cho, really it’s fine i’m just glad to spend it with you here.” you wave your hand in reassurance.

“hm, are you sure? this day comes once a year, we should celebrate it.” he tilted his head in confusion. “ahaha, i honestly just wanna spend some time with you, it’s alright..” you respond with an overwhelmingly big smile— a smile he has only seen on jouno when he’d been interrogating various criminals.

“may i know why? whenever it is jouno’s birthday, he is supposedly my superior.” he asked, except for that last part... “i don’t really wanna talk about it, tetchou. let’s just spend some time together.”

slightly pissed with such an indeterminate answer, he started to dig deeper. “please let me know, s/o. so i can comfort you properly.” he pushed.

probably guessing it’s no use since he’d continue to push it, you just sighed tiredly as you vaguely explained the details of your childhood, your problems with suicide and so on. looking back to him, tetchou was silently fuming.

“the people who did this to you, the ones who made you cry— they are the ones who deserve to die. how dare they make a child feel this way?” he narrowed his eyes, as if pondering death. that is until he pulled you close to his chest, losing his hands in your hair.

“i will be here for you to make sure you never cry ever again.” his eyes full of resolution. “that is my promise to you.”

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wungo wednesday guys

i’m not ok. im very not ok. this is gonna kill me

spoilers for bsd s5 and maybe 110 but fuck knows wats happening next week

AYA BABY NO

SCREW UR BIO DAD HE CAN GO FUCK HIMSELF IN HELL. GO LIVE W KUNIKIDA AND BRAM

AYYAAAAAAAAAA. she’s my child my kid sister if something bad happens to her i will and i am not joking murder-

nsjsjsjs BRAM MY BOI PROTECT UR DAUGHTER. ILY BOTH TOO MUCH SISIIAJEHJQJSJSJD

omg sigma he’s beautiful

SIGMA RUN RUN RUN THATS A DEMON FROM HELL DONT LET HIM TOUCH U MY GODS DAZ WHAT DID BONES DO TO U

ok daz has a thing for cupping ppls cheeks. i will not eleborate

THIMBS UP????? WAIT TILL A GLOCK IS AT UR HEAD U STUPID BASTARD PEICE OF SHI-

i’m g the one time sigma can b happy 😭😭 he deserve the world wksjdndhd

BITCH. U CRAZY BITCH GET OUT IF HERE W UR DUMBASS ILL LEAVE THE REST TO U GO FACE UR RESPONSIBILITIES U LAZY ASS SACK OF SHIT BEFORE ME AND KUNIKIDA COME BEAT UR ASS

fuck. get out. i’m not crying u r

BOI U TELL HIM SHOOT HIS ANEMIC ASS. bro sigmas trying his best and it shows and i luv him with all my heart omfg

omg my boi

NDJDJDJS AYA YES. bother ur father until he does smth yes girl go go go go slay save the world i believe

oh but u care abt u daughter don’t u. cmon u can’t deny it. ayas ur daughter and there’s nothing u can do abt it

wait i didn’t capture it but she’s says father. so if it’s confirmed that aya is some reincarnation of brams daughter. good to have confirmation

DJDJDJ HE LOOKS SO BABYGIRL. and the way his voice went up omg. fedya baby y r u so fake ily

WHY CANT MY SILLIES COEXIST DAMMIT. CMON PLZ JUS LET THME BE GRUMPY COWORKERS NOT STABBING EACH OTHER

yes i would love to take ibuprofen w u rn i rlly need it

FATHER DAUGHTER IN COOL LIGHTING SJSJDBXBS i’m so normal abt them wdym

oh hi chuu i messed u. plz come back i need a happy ending i beg

ah yes daz being the ass as usual. i’ll let it pass this time tho.

yes the power of friendship will never go wrong skin manifest it bsd magical girls and then they beat fukichis ass

AAAKKFJDJDJD NOOOO DAZ

birch i hate u sm come back to me

bones where r the eyes don’t leave those out u cowards

oh nvm that’s my sleep paralysis demon

ADAM. VERLAINE. WELLS. SOMEONE. SHOW UP AND TANK THE DAMN NUKE PLZZZZZZZZ

BRAM

it’s red for his death 😭😭😭

well. that was a trip. idk what’s happening next week but bones better not fuck it up.

and that’s a wrap from ur tired delulu very upset abt 110 hostess

have a bsd day folks

#that’s not a good thing #bsd is paint and misery and suffering #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bram bsd #aya bsd #bsd fyodor #bsd spoilers #bsd dazai #bsd sigma #bsd bram #bsd 109 #bsd 110 #bsd chuuya #bsd season 5 #dahostcallednight

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diagonal-queen · 9 months

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thungo thursday pt2

ep 6 (put it under a cut because this one is LONG)

fukuchi be like 'the agency couldn't possibly be smart enough to- oh wait nvm i forgot ranpo existed lol' like more than once and i think that is testament to the fact that RANPO BEST BOY

'have you forgotten? we're terrorists' ICONIC BEHAVIOUR

man and i complain about doing one 37 hour work week. after this one week the agency needs to take a NAP. AND THE MAFIA TOO. imagine there's like just no criminal activity or anything for like three days and everyone's like ?? but on day 4 atsushi and akutagawa are fighting to the death at the port and everyone is like 'ah. business as usual' lmaoooo

omg every time the hunting dogs song comes on i get so hyped lmao im like yESSS ACTION

'that man, that demon, the evillest most scawy man ever in the world....etc etc' and its just some guy doing the most coy babygirl pose a guy can possibly do

wait DAZAI WHAT DID YOU DO. HOW DID YOU DO IT

taneda btw deserved none of this he was just some nice old dude and then sigma fucking stabbed him lmao

dazai is like the personification of the perjury mechanic in drv3. 'go on lie. you gotta. lie now. cmon pussy you wont'

OH MY GOD CHUUYA

my god fyozai is so fucking babygirl. also wdym dazai?? if the two of you were the last ones on earth you should just have gay sex. its not that hard smh

oh no dazai falled down through the flore

OH MY GOD MYKOLA AND SIGMA

BESTIE??

BESTIE?????

BESTIE????????????????

BESTIE??????????????????????

dm me if you want to receive a free 2min audio file of me laughing about this (i have a headache from laughing. my throat fucking hurts so bad. i'm pretty sure it's actually bleeding. my eyes are moist with tears. BESTIE???????)

do you even needa ask why i'm here?? ⭐️❤️☺️ *voice drops 6 octaves* i'm here to murder you 👹👹👹

and then after that fyodor was just like 'teehee he's so romantic x' like bro

dazai: *turns to the camera like he's on the office* waow

i love mykola's little laugh it's so silley

omg they're actually animating him so well. bones must've seen the reception from s4 and decided to step it up 💀

dazai and fyodor are simultaneously evil grown men and bimbo highschool girls and it's such a look. 'omg ur friends are so cute <3' 'omg right???' also mykola my beloved i want to be yours forever pls

i love how bram's acting all tough like aya can't just open the casket and leave and render him thoroughly powerless lmao

omg the official anime aya and bram sillies begin. we've been waiting for this for months folks so far so good

it was already pretty funny that aya is carrying bram like a backpack but actually seeing her running with him on her back is like a billion times funnier especially since this shit is life or death. but she just got a whole entire vampire on her back no problem sjhsksjssjhj

sigma: watashi wa shiguma me: fucking superb you funky little toddler

imagine if it was a fucking prank this whole time and mykola just injected them with a slow-working sedative or something that would be so funny. like all of this for nothing sksjksjsjks and then he just stabs fyodor or something the end. boom world save

oh ok nvm the vampires can talk just fine i guess lmao. also i genuinely cant tell if im supposed to be taking this episode seriously or not. one second people are being brutally slaughtered next moment silley little guys??? such is the way of bsd i guess

'you're a failure of a woman' my dude she is literally 10 years old she is nowhere close to being a woman shut your misogynistic ass up lmao

OKAY BECAUSE ok ok listen i was wondering what music they were gonna use for bram and when i heard the ending music i was like 'ok a little anticlimactic but i understand' and then it TRANSITIONED into the ACTUAL ENDING??? 10/10

hehe. bestie

#dia's daydreams #thungo thursday #bungou stray dogs #BESTIE #BESTIE???????????????????#'I MISSED YOU BESTIE'#mykola canonically uses gen z slang #you guys need to make sure to put this in your fanfics now

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wlntrsldler · 2 months

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another fratboy! luke installment. percy comes to visit!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 5 (final)

tagged poseidonsfavchild and lukecastell4n.

yn_yln: baby bro came to visit so we showed him around 🏙️

poseidonsfavchild: you did not buy a single book in that bookstore stop cappin for the gram

yn_yln: 😐 go home

poseidonsfavchild: yw for the last picture

poseidonsfavchild: i couldve lived the rest of my life without seeing yall like that tho

bethchase: dont listen to him. he talks about how cute u guys are when ur gone

liked by yn_yln and lukecastell4n.

lukecastell4n: HA I KNEW YOU LIKED US TOGETHER

poseidonsfavchild: i shouldve pushed u in the water and let u drown when i had the chance

gr0verunderwood: me and bethchase gotta go with him next time!!!

yn_yln: yes!! i miss my kiddos 🥹🩵

liked by bethchase.

clarisselarue: u and luke are sickeningly cute bye

silenabeauregard: RIGHT

poseidonsfavchild posted a story!

y’all lukecastell4n and chrisr0driguez live like rats wtf is this?

location: kappa sigma house at umm.

lukecastell4n replied to this story:

lukecastell4n: PERCY DELETE THIS

lukecastell4n: we haven’t cleaned yet :(

lukecastell4n: it doesn’t always look like this trust

lukecastell4n: we haven’t had chapter yet and we usually clean then

poseidonsfavchild: “it doesn’t always look like this trust” ive been here for three days and it’s looked like this the whole time

read.

bethchase replied to this story:

bethchase: oh ew 😭😭😭

bethchase: boys are so dirty

poseidonsfavchild: don’t group me with them

bethchase: i once saw a week old pizza in your cabin that had mushrooms growing on top of the mushrooms

poseidonsfavchild: sorry i didnt have time to clean my room i was too busy SAVING OLYMPUS?!

read.

yn_yln replied to this story:

yn_yln: this is why i dont sleep over the ksig house

poseidonsfavchild: I'm gonna stop u right there

poseidonsfavchild: i dont need to know any more about ur sleepovers

read.

tagged yn_yln.

lukecastell4n: recharging on a brunch date with my fav tridelt after the weekend we just had

yn_yln: hot

yn_yln: love you 🩵 spending time with u is a blessing

lukecastell4n: you’re the biggest blessing 🤍

silenabeauregard: AWWWW SHITTTTT

bethchase: CUTE

clarisselarue: KSIG PRES IS A SOFTIE

lukecastell4n: only for my girl 🤷🏻‍♂️

liked by yn_yln.

poseidonsfavchild: im having a hard time believing that hanging out with me for ONE WEEKEND warrants a “recharge” when ur partying every weekend

lukecastell4n: percy you almost fought the chipotle staff TWICE

poseidonsfavchild: I PAID FOR GUAC SO I DESERVE MY GUAC

yn_yln: YOU paid? 🤨

poseidonsfavchild: MY SISTER PAID FOR GUAC SO I DESERVE GUAC

lukecastell4n: and the second time?

poseidonsfavchild: i didnt like their vibe idk

gr0verunderwood: percy 🤦🏾‍♂️

tagged lukecastell4n.

yn_yln: being in love is fun when u dont have ur little brother in ur ear telling u it’s gross that you’re dating his idol

poseidonsfavchild: I CALLED HIM MY IDOL ONCE

poseidonsfavchild: i’ve grown. i’m no longer young and naive.

gr0verunderwood: LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER. he always asks what we think luke's workout is. he's tryna get like him.

liked by lukecastell4n.

poseidonsfavchild: I TOLD YOU THAT IN CONFIDENCE

lukecastell4n: i gotchu lil bro

poseidonsfavchild: don't ever call me that again.

lukecastell4n: i love you forever and ever

liked by yn_yln.

silenabeauregard: wait the second pic!!! where is that!!!

yn_yln: the museum downtown on 6th!

silenabeauregard: ty!!! charliebeck we need to go.

liked by charliebeck.

#hehe silly post #frances writes #luke castellan #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan pjo #luke pjo #luke castellan fanfic #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan smau #luke castellan x you #luke castellan x yn #luke castellan x y/n #percy jackson smau #percy jackson fanfic #percy jackson #pjo fanfic #pjo smau

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clutterfield · 2 years

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GHOST BUSTERS

FratBoys! BTS x Comatose! Reader

Main mlist. Previous chapter.

Synopsis

You get into a freak accident and wake up to your body surrounded by seven crying men. Or your unrequited love doesn’t seem so unrequited after all.

Chapter warnings

Minor cussing, Implied self deprecration but very slight

Chapter Rating: T (For Teen Audiences and Up)

Chapter 4: The Fairy Godmother

FLASHBACK

Twiddling your thumbs inconspicuously wasn't such a good idea after all as your employer's sharp gaze pierces you right in your jaded soul.

You didn't mean to sound so cynical and judging from his tells, Eugene wasn't too happy with you, or at least with how you viewed yourself.

His manicured nails beckon you forward and you gulp, eyes darting to the pile in front of you-- Eugene Lee Yang, tarot master and occultist, absolutely hated it when his readings were disrupted but once you came in through his door looking for all the whole disgusting world like a damned drenched train wreck, eyes bugging out with tears leaking to your puffy cheeks, he pauses, red lips pinched looking for an explanation which you give.

You fidget in your seat by his raglan couch, the sign by the door right below the Yin Yang Quatro's flashy neon label saying 'Closed for business', as you silently try to assess a quick look at the spread laid out on the table.

One death card and two other major arcana.

Whoever the client was, the universe was basically telling him or her to fuck off from the situation and just let things be.

Yikes.

"Baby girl, look at me. " He gripes and you flinch, staring at his kohl rimmed eyes.

Your boss was a very hot man, and if he wasn't gay you would have considered your options but he was happily married to a wonderful husband and you were stupidly in love with the seven banes of your existence.

Hence the tears.

"So you're telling me, that those stupid boys left you to fend for yourself while you were sick in bed?" He hums when you nod your assent meekly, sharp jaw twitching with annoyance as his fingers tap lightly over his silk jacket. "Were they aware?"

You shake your head, "I mean I did send them a text but I was left on read. Maybe they were just busy or something. "

Eugene snaps his narrowed gaze to you and you gulp. "Huh. Busy. So you were seriously completely alone?"

Another shake of the head. "Some friends took care of me back at my own apartment so..." You trail off unsure if throwing Taemin into the mix with his consent was okay.

Eugene may be fairly strict with the shop rules but when it came to his employees, you in particular, he was an overprotective mama bear and anyone--rather, any man's name mentioned by you was automatically on his watch list.

Your boss pretends to ignore the friend part for a moment, "I see. And you don't think you deserve any of their attention when you've been nothing but a good friend and room mate to them?"

"That's not--"

Eugene holds a hand up to shush you. "Not yet done speaking, doll." He sighs. "YN, you know I despise little girls without any backbone. What, you don't think you're beautiful enough to be appreciated by a bunch of fuckboys? Bitch, you don't need them. You don't need their attitude. You're a queen. Act like it. " He sniffs daintily.

You give him a watery giggle and he smirks.

"Besides, if they so much as leave you high and dry one of these days, I will go to your house and castrate them inch by fucking inch."

Nothing could compare to an angry Yang boss.

END OF FLASHBACK

"Who the fuck are you?" The Beta Tau Sigma member frowns, arms tightening around you as his brothers close in forming a protective ring around the both of you and your physical body peacefully settled on the hospital bed.

The visitor merely raises a perfect, delicate brow, canine teeth bared for a moment only to recede when his irises pierce yours, and as if a magnetic pull traps you, you subconsciously fly--float to the stranger. " Eugene!" You bleat happily, arms looping around the man's lean shoulders.

Today he was wearing a baby blue silk coat and long skirt, looking for all the world like a top runway model. His red lips land on your hairline. "Hello, doll." He coos and everyone, the Min included, stands stock still as the dress you had been wearing shimmers in the light like an ethereal pixie.

"Holy shit. Was that YN?!" Jeongguk, the wide eyed buck that he was furiously looks to the space where you presumably stood and back to your body with mild hysterics until one of his hyung's, Seokjin was it, lightly knocks him upside the head.

"But hyung she just--"

Seokjin frowns. "Yes we all saw. It's just...difficult to wrap our heads around the thought that two YNs are here. "

Jimin, having had dried his tears long ago speaks up with a much clearer voice directed at Eugene. "I'm sorry, but we've known YN since we were kids and I'm afraid we haven't seen you around before...sir?" He hesitates contemplating whether he was using the correct gender noun.

A sharp laugh echoes within the cramped space of the hospital room, and the boys shift awkwardly, some seeming anxious at the tone the other man had taken.

You let go of your boss and reluctantly float back to the others, Yoongi snatching you up to his side, pushing you behind him with a grim stare at the newcomer.

You remember that Eugene isn't dangerous to you.

But Eugene Lee Yang was dangerous to those he disliked.

And it appears your boys weren't faring well in that department.

So with a grimace, you stick closer to Yoongi, ready to tug him just in case your boss decides to chuck his expensive shoes against someone's head in his wrathful wake.

Of course he would be mad.

You couldn't count the number of times he'd witnessed you cry over these men you were now trying to cover for.

With all the lip chewing you were immersed in, someone addresses the huge elephant rearing its trunk over all of you.

"That question aside, what is happening here--uh, sir?" Hoseok is quick to beat his brothers to the punch, although quite warily.

He wasn't going to be disrespectful to possibly the only person who could give a fucking explanation to everything. He had a gut feeling that whoever this man was, was someone who could help YN and he wasn't taking any chances just so YN can recover fast.

He didn't think he could live another week without being blessed with your lovely smile.

He actually fucking missed you already even if you were right here in spirit.

Eugene quirks a brow but his lips curl up in a genuine smile directed at the resident sunshine, and although he knew that all of them contributed to a majority of YN's sadness, this Hoseok was the least guilty from what he's heard so far.

"Jung Hoseok I presume?" Eugene asks and the boy stammers out an affirmative response. "Charmed. Yes, well. Before I answer any of your questions, YN if you would?" He gestures to you and you reach for him despite Yoongi's quiet protest.

He didn't like you leaving him for some other man no matter who they are.

Two things happen simultaneously as soon as you touch the Yang boss's hands.

You feel a heavy weight settle over you, as if you were being pulled down by gravity.

And then your bare foot touches the hard, cold, bleached tiles one after the other and you shiver with a soft squeak.

"HOLY SHIT YN?!"

A chorus of quaky gasps fill the air and then you are swept up into the nearest person's arms, this time Taehyung's.

You turn your smooshed cheeks from your holder and shoot a glance at the Yang boss with pure joy. "H-how?"

Eugene smiles at you gently. But then he sighs, the shadows appearing on his face aging him for a bit, a tick in his jaw forms and he rolls his eyes. "Doll, you know I'm magical. But that's beside the point. " He sharply claps his hands garnering command at everyone's undivided scrutiny.

Eugene was like that. Commanding with his presence at every turn.

"Gentlemen, if you could, I would love to be invited to your home as we have much to talk about as regards YN's current...state. "

Namjoon, ever the leader steps forward almost in an unconscious manner as if to assert his dominance, "As long as it will help YN, we are willing to do anything. "

Unexpectedly, the Yang boss doesn't laugh, doesn't mock them, only considers them for a moment and then looks at you. "I can see what you meant, darling." You flush for some reason and they all turn to look at you but your boss clears his throat, and straightens. "We don't have the luxury to waste any more time. For YN's sake, I suggest we go now. Because as of this moment, I am your fairy godmother and she's Cinderella. Once the clock strikes midnight, it's poof. If you catch my drift."

Faces pale at the insinuation.

Well shit.

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