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pigfacedbitch · 9 months

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Phobia

idea : your phobia relates to your boyfriend's gifted godly abilities.

word count : 0.8k

type : headcanons

pairing/s involved : Jason Grace / Percy Jackson / Leo Valdez / Frank Zhang / Nico Di Angelo x Reader

warning/s : phobia speaks for itself. personally, it's thalassophobia for me. 😓

here is my masterlist!

Jason Grace | Acrophobia (Fear of Heights)

Due to having the same fear as his sister, Jason is completely aware of the dos and dont's when you're an acrophobic.

If you two are forced in situations where you need to be in high places, he always attempts to distract you with anything he can think of.

He prefers embarrassing stories over jokes. His delivery is too deadass and his 'i'm-trying-hard-here-it's-not-funny' look makes you laugh before the punchline.

Knowing that it can be associated with the fear of falling, Jason will reassure you every time that he's going to catch you.

If you did fall, during some battle for example, he will asks you to close your eyes and hold you tighter before slowly bringing you down.

He really lives up to that Superman nickname so much, the others started calling you Lois Lane.

Percy Jackson | Thalassophobia (Fear of Deep Bodies of Water)

Percy would be bummed out. Being the son of Poseidon, he loves to be in the water.

Everything about him— from his favorite hobbies to his happiest of memories, revolves around it and he wants to share that with you.

He plans on taking you on trips underwater; introduce you to the majestic marine creatures nobody else has seen before, unravel mysteries the sea has to offer, and form a big bubble where you can do whatever you want without being interrupted (ehem👀).

But how can he make all of it possible when your fear is literally all of those?

Percy would want to help you get over it. He wouldn't force you but he will at least try convince you.

If you refuse, he will respect that.

But if you accept his help, he'll try to take it one step at a time. Probably by starting to show you how the sea, no matter terrifying it is, is also beautiful place.

Leo Valdez | Pyrophobia (Fear of Fire)

Initially, Leo will laugh. I mean, who wouldn't?

You're a pyrophobic yet you're dating someone who is actually made out of fire?

After he notices that you're not joking, he will begin to be terrified for you. Expect that Leo will be extra careful when you are with him, especially when he is working on something.

His contraptions deemed too dangerous like explosives, will be kept somewhere far away.

As much as he thinks your presence will make Bunker 9 a lovelier workspace, he will understand if you don't want to go there. The essense of it is from the god of fire himself— I mean you need a blast of fire to enter.

He also will refrain himself from using his fire abilities in a fight, making do with his inventions instead.

While pyrophobia doesn't have specific causes, it may be possible that you had some traumatic experience relating to fire. Leo doesn't want to hurt you or make you feel worse.

Frank Zhang | Zoophobia (Fear of Animals)

Frank is confused. He doesn't know that the fear of animals is a thing and would wonder why you agreed on dating him in the first place.

He will ask you tons of questions; what caused your phobia? Are you afraid of all animals, a few, or just one? What can I do? After your conversation, he's going to search more information.

If you're afraid of one animal only, Frank will forget it ever existed. He will never talk of that animal again even when you're not around.

The others will joke about it. Example, if you're scared of snakes—

"What is a snake, Frank?"

"What's that, Leo? I have no idea, so let's never speak of it again."

In the case that you're afraid of all animals (this is a rare condition), he will not use his abilities and will train harder in combat.

When he really doesn't have a choice but to shapeshift in a fight, you two will separate with your friends' assurance that they got your back.

Frank is a nice guy but if someone made an offensive comment about your phobia or hardcore pranks involving that animal? Expect the wrath and rage of Mars.

Nico Di Angelo | Phasmophobia (Fear of Ghosts)

I'm sorry but Nico will slightly judge you. Really, a ghost? What are you, five?

Like Frank, he will ask you what caused your phobia.

He will feel terrible and comfort you if you have the same experience as Reina and Jason, who's loved ones turned into a mania. If it's because of horror movies, he will awkwardly pet your head.

You may think the subject is dropped but Nico will make sure that no ghost will ever come near you.

Having the infamous title 'Ghost King', he will not hesitate to torment and threaten the spirits who try to approach, scare, or talk to you.

He will take you on dates to McDonalds but he will not bring you to any 'ghost business'.

If you want to get rid of your phobia, Nico will summon ghosts who can entertain you; like singers, dancers, those that can do tricks, and stand up comedians.

He will also show you how easily he can bend any ghost to his will, proving to you that there's nothing to be afraid of.

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hp-hcs · 6 months

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😜💖 friendship is magic 😌✨ (Chapter Four of The Doll) — slytherin boys x gn! ‘the boy’ (2016)! reader

❕new addition of Regulus Black❕

tws: dolls, obviously; reader referred to as ‘it’ (presumed inanimate); mentions of past child character death(s); mentions of a house fire—implied arson; violence; & murder

based entirely off of the 2016 film ‘the boy’. just slow plot shit this chapter, i’m afraid

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Determined to find the source of the leak, Blaise tromps back out to the hall to find wherever the L/Ns stashed their pole hook to open the attic. Tucked away in a dusty corner is where Blaise finds it, and he carries it back into Y/N’s room with a pleased expression.

This was going to be a piece of cake. If Blaise could find the leak and patch it up, maybe the L/Ns would put in a good word with the courts and shorten their sentences. Or his, anyway.

Slowly raising the pole hook up towards the ring handing from the attic ladder, Blaise missed multiple times, the ring bouncing off of the hook.

“Hey.”

“Holy fucking-” Blaise startles and drops the pole hook, taking a step back. The figure standing in the doorway of Y/N’s room waves awkwardly.

“Sorry- I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m Regulus? Er- Regulus Black? I’m the grocery boy for the L/Ns.” He trails off, motioning to the milk crate he held against one hip that was practically overflowing with produce and wrapped butcher’s packages.

“Oh! Yes, yeah, sorry. Uh, house just has me on edge is all,” Blaise rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Do you need help with the groceries?”

Regulus’ eyebrows raise and he smiles. “That would be fantastic, actually,” he turns on his heel, already starting down the stairs.

Blaise has to jog to catch up, following the spry boy ahead of him down to the kitchen. Regulus is maybe a year younger than him, but has far too much energy for five in the morning.

“So why are you lot here? The L/Ns aren’t exactly known for their warmth and welcoming-ness. If you’ll excuse my bluntness, they don’t really have a propensity for entertaining guests.”

“They’re on vacation. Uh, we’re here as part of a…community service punishment,” he winces as he skates around the truth.

“Ah, nice,” Regulus seems unruffled as he puts away a carton of eggs. “What are they making you do? House-sitting?”

“Uh, babysitting.”

Regulus hums. “Ah, really? They didn’t take Y/N with them? That’s pretty surprising.”

Blaise startles. “Please tell me you don’t also think it’s…”

“Alive? ‘Course not. But it’s better to just humor them. Mrs. L/N gets awfully upset if you mention anything about it being inanimate, and this job pays too well for me to want to piss off my employers.”

Blaise laughs. “That’s fair. So…was there really an Y/N? Like, an actual one?”

Regulus nods, handing him a stack of cans and motioning towards the cabinet they belonged in. “Mhm. We were never allowed to play with them when we were kids. My older brother always called them freakish. And Mr. L/N only ever described them—the one time I asked, back when I very first started working for them—as odd.”

Blaise pauses halfway through stacking apples in the fruit bowl. “You knew them? Like, you were the same age?”

“They were a year or two older than me, but yeah,” Regulus accepts the mug of coffee Blaise offers with a quiet thanks, sitting down with him at the kitchen table.

“Anyway, story goes that they were playing out in the woods with Brahms—he was their only friend, that I know of—and they got in an argument or something… Mr. Heelshire—that’s Brahms’ dad—found ‘im by the river, skull all smashed up. The police chief wanted to question Y/N, you know, just to cover all the bases, but nobody could find ‘em and then-”

Regulus makes a fwoosh noise, setting down his mug to spread his hands out as if to imitate an dramatic explosion.

“Boom! The L/Ns’ house completely burned down. The only person inside? Y/N L/N.”

Regulus takes a sip of his coffee before speaking again. “Look, I’m not saying they’re connected, but…”

Blaise shivers, cracking his knuckles anxiously. “How long ago was this?”

“Oh, a while. Happened when I was real young. I think Y/N was…eight or nine. Should be just about a decade since then.”

“So why the doll?”

“Nobody knows,” Regulus shrugs. “They rebuilt the house after the fire, and then the doll just showed up one day. It’s creepy as fuck, I’m aware.”

“Just a bit,” Blaise drawls.

Regulus laughs. “You seem cool, man. D’you wanna come hang out with me sometime? I could take you to the good restaurants in town for like, lunch or something. Lord knows you gotta get outta this house.”

“Sounds great,” Blaise grins. “Would be nice to hang out with literally anyone other than those guys. I love ‘em, but y’know.”

“Well, if you’re not busy, how ‘bout today? There’s this awesome old-school diner that makes the best onion rings-”

Regulus chatters on, promising to pick Blaise up at noon for lunch. Blaise smiles, actually smiles, and tells him he can’t wait. After walking him out to his car, Regulus calls from the window, in a sing-song voice,

“See you soon, Blaisey-Waisey!”

Merlin, he’d get along great with Pansy, Blaise muses as he walks back towards the house.

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oops-all-concrete · 4 months

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I'm doing another BG3 companions headcanons dump, since I enjoyed the last one a lot! So please enjoy;

BG3 COMPANIONS REACT TO; TAV IS SCARED!

(For further context, companions reacting to Tav having to be around something they don't like, eg; water, small spaces, fire, undead etc, or they're just jumpy in general. Also, romance is not established, but implied!)

Wall of fluff below, enjoy

Lae'zel -

It depends on the fear. If it's something like a cave that's barely holding up or the group is sneaking past a hoard, she'll agree the situation is critical, but encourage focus. "I'd also like for this to be over. But it won't be if we hesitate and dally" but if it's something like heights or rivers, she doesn't understand...but she will become a githyanki barrier between Tav and whatever is causing them stress.

Shadowheart -

She's pretty understanding of most fears. She freezes at the mere howl of a distant wolf, so if Tav flinches at the crackle of fire or the smell of blood, so be it. She keeps an eye out and tries to find work arounds if the group is about to enter somewhere Tav is going to hate. If it's unavoidable, she's as gentle as possible. "We've got this. It'll be over before you know it, I promise you. Then we'll never have to do this again."

Wyll -

He'll make it as tolerable as possible, but will encourage Tav to face their fears head on. "I'm not scared. I have no reason to be and neither do you, because I won't let anything happen to you" he'll promise. Won't push, won't complain. Just keeps Tav in arms reach and stays calm. He's proudly Tavs dedicated rock. And sheild. And blade. He sasses anybody has anything to say about it.

Karlach -

"Don't worry. Mama K is the best teifling sheild around, from here to Avernus! Stick close" She smiles, confident as ever. Even if she is scared too, she'll pretty much forget about that while Tav is scared. Tav is her main priority, and she let's them know proudly. Anyone else says anything? She's reaching for the greataxe.

Gale -

Doesn't want you to be embarrassed, so he tells you about a silly fear he has. Has a knack for rambling Tav into distraction, so he takes advantage as best he can of their attention. Of course in a moment of panic he'll drop the 'I did something stupid' fake laughter and immediately stop everything. "We can go, right now. I'm sure we can find another way to do this, we always do. I don't care if it takes longer, it's got to be better than watching you shake like that"

Astarion -

He pretends not to notice. Not because he doesn't care, but comfort has never been his strong suit. He worries he's going to make it all worse if he addresses Tav about it. Instead he occupies himself with laughing about whatever situation they're in. If he knows anything, its how to be disarming, and laughter works like a charm...but if it doesn't and nobody else steps in to comfort Tav, he'll do it- granted the words are coming out before he can think too hard; "Look at me. You have survived a goblin camp of cultists, an entire githyanki creche- we met after crashing from a nautaloid ship with illithid worms in our heads. This is nothing. You're stronger than this."

Bonus! (the elders)

Halsin -

He can tell they're nervous before Tav can. He checks in regularly and asks repeatedly if there's anything else he can do to make it all easier. Once it gets to be too much, he calls it for Tav. "I understand if you'd rather myself and a few others handle this. While I'm proud of you for staying, I can promise you no disappointment if you wish to leave. Your wellbeing isn't worth sacrificing for this"

Jaheira -

Similar to Halsin, she's very quick to pick up on when something upsets Tav even if they don't say anything. She subtly keeps an ear out for how well they're holding up, and will make excuses for Tav to take breaks and get further away from the thing they're scared of. "Apologies, but this old druid needs to rest her old lady hips. Tav, it would be safer if we both went to that safe spot there, come on." Jaheira won't bring it up, but its easy to figure out what she's doing.

Minsc -

He doesn't notice for a while, even if its obvious, but once it occurs to him, he draws an obnoxious amount of attention to it. Granted he's also asking people to get between you and the source of discomfort and will tell anyone who so much as sighs to politely shut the fuck up. If he thinks it will help, he will put Boo on Tavs shoulder. "Boo is a war criminal! Everything fears Boo. He'll protect you from all the nasties, won't you Boo?"

Hope you enjoyed! Let me know if you guys have any prompt ideas, I'd LOVE to write more ^^

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imnotoverlyobsessive · 8 months

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Title of Your Sex Tape

Chapter Six: I Want To Fucking Tear You Apart

AO3 one two three four five six seven eight

All my work is 18+.

So much for keeping this just friends, shut up and kiss me now, and we carry on. I don’t wanna say goodnight; the city comes alive when we’re together. Why can’t Thursday last forever? I don’t wanna say goodnight; I’ve never been so sure.- All Time Low, For Baltimore

Lea woke up when Tim stepped through the door an hour or so later.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered. “Mackenzie is just not pleasant to be around.” She noticed he was almost entirely soft. He must really dislike his costar.

His dick twitched when he looked over at her, though. She’d sat up on her elbows, and the blanket slid down, revealing her breasts. “D’you need help?” she asked sleepily.

“A kiss would be nice,” he admitted, moving towards her. “And also possibly some groping.”

Lea giggled, reaching for him instinctively. He knelt down, cupped her face with his hand, and kissed her. It was hungry immediately, like he wanted to breathe her in, starting with her lips, and his other hand reached over to grasp her breast. She moaned into his mouth, sitting up fully and wrapping her arms around his neck, threading her fingers through his hair. Tim twisted her nipple, and she gasped, giving him the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth.

At that exact moment, however, Lea’s stomach growled.

They both froze, and then Tim laughed against her lips. “Need a snack?”

She pulled away, blushing. “Shuddup.”

He chuckled, leaning back in to kiss her cheek. “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed. It’s cool, I need to go do my next scene anyway.”

Jealousy twisted in her stomach, but she forced it down. “Are you, uh… y’know, good?”

Tim snorted. “Yeah, sweetheart. You consistently get me as hard as a rock.” He gave her a swift peck on the lips before standing back up and handing her her clothes. “Go get something to eat. You’ll feel better afterwards.”

Lea pulled her clothes back on, blushing as she did so.

Tim sighed regretfully, gesturing to her clothes. “That’s a national tragedy, honestly.”

She glanced up at him as she pulled her stockings back on. “Why?”

“‘Cause your tits are covered back up, of course.”

Lea flushed again, straightening her top as she stood back up and mumbling, “That’s hardly a tragedy of any level.”

He hummed, opening the door for her. “Agree to disagree.”

She rolled her eyes and headed off in the direction of the break room.

“So,” Susie began, taking a bite of her sandwich, “how’s work goin’? You get along okay with Tim?”

Lea smiled brightly at the other girl. She liked Susie, figuring she understood what being a fluffer was like. “Yeah, Tim’s great!”

Susie nodded in agreement. “He’s very polite.”

Lea smiled again. “Uh uh. He makes me feel really special, too.”

Susie blinked at her, her brows furrowing. “Special? What do you mean?”

Lea flushed, turning her soda can around in her hands. “Well, y’know, he’s always so courteous about making me feel good, too, and he’s so sweet when he kisses me and stuff.”

Susie’s eyes widened in apparent shock. “When he what?” she squeaked.

Lea glanced up at the other girl. “What is it?”

“How long has he been doing stuff like that?” Susie demanded, leaning over the table and examining Lea like she was a museum exhibit.

Lea blinked. “Uhhh… well, he kissed me the first time I was here. The other stuff kinda just escalated from there. Is that, like, not normal or something?”

“Dude,” Susie enunciated slowly, “that is the literal opposite of normal. The actors never kiss the fluffers, let alone touch them. I don’t know if they’re even allowed to.”

Lea’s eyes widened. “Oh,” she squeaked. “I… I didn’t know that.”

Susie looked her up and down. “Yeah, I can kinda see it, actually.”

Lea frowned in confusion. “See what?”

The other girl grinned and took a sip of her drink. “Something tells me you’ll figure it out.”

“Nobody ever tells me anything,” Lea grumbled into her own soda.

Like most New York City apartments, the one Lea shared with her best friend, Sam, was tiny. She was lucky to have her own room. And even so, she still paid fifteen hundred a month.

Tim’s apartment, however, in no way resembled Lea’s shoebox apartment for a number of reasons. The first was that Tim’s apartment was significantly more than four times the square footage of hers. It also had four bedrooms, each with its own bathroom, plus a half bath that was literally the same size of the one bathroom she shared with Sam. Its kitchen—which had no less than six burners—was actually big enough to turn around in, had a breakfast table, and a dining separate room to boot.

Tim adored his apartment, mostly because it overlooked the Empire State Building, which was a fact he was weirdly proud of.

Presently, they were curled up under a blanket on the chaise in his bedroom, watching TV. He had his arm around her and was holding her close, the way he often did.

“Lea,” he said suddenly.

She sighed, pausing the show and turning to scold him. “You don’t just interrupt Avatar, Tim,” she told him, completely ignoring the fact that the way he was looking at her made her stomach flutter and Susie’s words race through her mind. “I’ll have to rewind in order to fully appreciate Katara kicking ass.”

He frowned. “Sorry, I just… I have to ask you something.”

She pursed her lips. “Okay…?”

“Do you ever think about work, like… outside of work?” His voice was quieter than normal, and she wondered why, what he was talking about.

Blinking in confusion, she said, “Err, yeah. I talked to Susie earlier. I was thinking maybe I could ask her to hang out sometime.”

He shook his head, curls falling over his eyes. “No, I mean, like…” He took a deep breath, and she wondered what had him acting so damn anxious. He was never anxious. Dude was confidence personified, so what the hell? Finally, he continued, “When you’re not at work, do you ever think about what you and I do at work?”

Her heart stuttered in her chest. Or maybe it froze. She wasn’t entirely sure. “Uhhhhh…” She gulped. “W— why do you ask?”

Tim looked straight at her when he said, “Because I do. I think about it all the time.”

Her face flamed at the idea of him thinking about the things they did—the things they said—in places that weren’t the studio. “Oh.” She had no idea what to say other than that.

Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, depending on how one looked at it, Tim filled the silence. “I think about how gorgeous you are, how intelligent and funny and interesting you are, the way you touch me and kiss me and moan my name when I make you cum, how you taste and what your body looks like, how soft you are. How good you feel. I think about what it would be like if I could hold you like this whenever I wanted, if I could wake up every day with you in my arms and kiss you, maybe even fuck you, if you’d let me.”

There was static in her brain. She couldn’t think. Why was he saying these things? “Is… is that why you treat me differently than the other fluffers?”

He furrowed his brow. “There are no other fluffers. There’s only you.”

Lea shook her head impatiently. “No, like, how you’ve treated others before me. How the other actors treat their fluffers. Susie told me that how you treat me is… unusual.”

“It is unusual,” he said simply.

“Then why are you, like…” She couldn’t complete her thought, so instead she just ended with, "Why?”

Tim looked at her for a long moment, and then he bluntly told her, “Because I like you. I like you a lot.”

Was she breathing? She wasn’t entirely certain she was breathing. She may not have been. With a gulp, she managed to squeak out, “Like… as a friend, or…?”

He snorted lightly, his arm finally leaving her. “I do like you as a friend, yeah,” he agreed with a nod. “Adore you, actually. But I adore you as a whole hell of a lot more than a friend, too.”

She couldn’t speak. Her mind was reeling from this information. He liked her? As more than a friend?

How? Moreover, why? She knew he found her attractive for some weird reason (Lea was fully aware that she was decently cute, okay, there was nothing wrong with her appearance, strictly speaking, but she didn’t think she was as sexy as he seemed to find her), but for him to have romantic-type feelings for her…

Well, he’d always been a weirdo, hadn’t he?

“How do you feel about me?” he pressed when she remained silent. “I know sucking my dick turned you on enough for you to touch yourself—“ she sputtered in embarrassment at that— “but how do you actually feel about me? Do you like me, too?”

Lea wrung her hands in her lap anxiously. She probably shouldn’t admit to having feelings for him. It was inconvenient, and she didn’t want to be vulnerable with anyone in that sense, let alone someone of his profession. Not that she had any issues with sex work, of course, she just knew he could never truly love her and also sleep with other girls.

But he knew her too well for him to see through a lie, didn’t he?

Well, shit.

“Y— yeah,” she mumbled out, wishing very much that she could disappear.

Tim took her hand in his then, reaching up to cup her cheek in his palm and lifting her face to his. He was grinning at her, looking entirely too pleased with himself, and then he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.

She arched into him without really meaning to, and before she knew it, she found herself in his lap. He was kissing her neck—no, wait, he was giving her a hickey—and gripping her ass, squeezing roughly.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” Tim groaned. “Been thinkin’ about this for months, sweetheart.”

“God, me too,” she admitted breathlessly.

“Tell me you want me,” he pleaded. “I’d give you anything, baby, just— if you want me inside you, I gotta hear you say it.”

She threaded her fingers into his hair. “I want you inside me, Tim.”

“Fuck,” he grunted, his grip on her ass tightening. “Want you, too, princess. Wanna fuck you so good you can’t even move.”

He trailed kisses down her neck, brushing against the collar of her light blue Burberry knit sweater and sliding his hands under the matching skirt to squeeze her ass over her pink Lise Charmel panties, encouraging her to roll her hips against his. “Yes,” she gasped out. “Fuck, that feels good—“

“I’ll bet it does,” he chuckled. “Rub your pretty little clit against me, sweetheart. You feel how hard I am for you?”

“Uh huh,” Lea whined, leaning her head back as he unbuttoned the top buttons of her sweater.

“Loved how wet you got from my dick in your mouth, baby,” he growled. “Just wait till you feel what it’s like to have it in you, to get fucked nice and hard.”

He undid the rest of the buttons, revealing the pink satin of her bra and squeezing her breasts through it. “Oh, Tim,” she gasped out, arching into his hands.

“I know,” he murmured. “God, look at you. So needy. Can I have it, sweetheart? Will you let me have you?”

Lea nodded frantically, eager to take him inside her. Now that she knew he had feelings for her, too… well, how could she say no when she wanted him so desperately? “Want you,” she whined.

“I can feel how much you want me,” he chuckled, sliding her sweater from her shoulders. “You’ve soaked through your panties.” If she weren’t so turned on, this probably would’ve embarrassed her, but she didn’t have enough blood left in her brain for embarrassment. “Come to bed with me, baby. I’ll make you feel so good, take such good care of you.”

She rocked her hips again, stimulating her clit. “Yes, please.”

Tim picked her up and stood, and she squealed with delight, giggling and wrapping her arms around his neck. He strolled over to the foot of the bed and dropped her onto it. “Take your clothes off,” he murmured, his fixed on her breasts as he yanked his shirt over his head, followed by his sweatpants.

“You’re not wearing underwear,” she observed shakily.

“It would seem I’m not,” he agreed before observing, “Your clothes aren’t off yet.”

“R— right,” she muttered, swiftly undoing her bra and pulling it off, followed by her skirt and panties. Tossing them onto the floor, she glanced up at him, flushing at the blatant desire in his gaze.

“You’re un-fucking-real,” he growled, crawling over her and caging her body in with his. Leaning down on his forearms and cupping her face in his hands, he kissed her, pressing the length of his bare body against her own. “Perfect tits,” he murmured against her lips, squeezing her breasts momentarily before trailing a hand down between them to rub at her. “Perfect pussy.”

He spread her legs with a gentle hand on her knees, and she leaned up to kiss him. She felt as if she’d die if he didn’t touch her, didn’t kiss her.

“Tim,” she manage to gasp out, “please, I want—“

“I know what you want,” he murmured, sucking another hickey into her neck. “I’ll give it to you, Lea, don’t you worry.” He rubbed her clit in slow circles for a few seconds before freezing. “Wait, fuck— lemme get a condom—“

“I don’t want you to use a condom,” she interjected hurriedly. “You’re— I mean, you get tested all the time, don’t you?”

Tim pushed himself off from her, examining her features. “Yeah, I do. Once a week.”

She licked her lips, stomach fluttering at the idea of him inside her, the two of them linked together without any barriers between them. “I’m on birth control,” Lea breathed. “Please, Tim. I want to… I want to feel you.”

“Fuck,” he grunted, jerking down to kiss her hungrily. “Anything you want, sweetheart.”

“I want you inside me,” she said into his mouth.

“Yes,” Tim groaned, sliding two long, slender fingers into her and curling them. “Let me just… let me get you ready for me, okay? Don’t wanna hurt you.”

“I don’t care if you hurt me,” she insisted, rolling her hips up into his hand. “Just— please—“

“I care if I hurt you, though,” he told her with a soft chuckle. “You’re a hell of a lot more than a quick fuck to me, y’know?” She tensed at that, but he continued. “You’re important to me, and I really, really like you.” He cupped her cheek with one of his hands. “Sex with you will be amazing, I know it will be, but it’s more than just sex to me, and I need you to know that. I need to know that it’s more than just sex to you, too.”

She smiled up at him. He could be so sweet. “Don’t be stupid. Of course it’s more than that to me.”

Tim kissed her then, groaning when she returned it and fisting a hand in her hair. She cupped the back of his head as he took her bottom lip between his teeth and gasped into his mouth when he resumed fingering her.

“Want you,” she begged. “Please, Tim, I want you so bad—“

“Fuckin’ hell, Lea,” he muttered, pulling his fingers out of her. “Are you sure you’re ready for me to—“

“Yes I’m sure,” she cut him off impatiently. “I am absolutely, positively, one thousand percent sure.”

“Okay, okay,” he conceded with an affectionate chuckle as he guided himself to her entrance. “God, you’re soaked.”

“You were just fingering me,” she pointed out, blushing.

“Mhm,” he confirmed, “and that was almost as hot as…” He paused, slipping the head of him inside her. “…This.” He groaned, burying his face in her neck. “Holy fucking— good god, Lea.” He slid further in until she gasped in discomfort, making him pause and lift his face up to examine her expression. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” she told him, wincing. “It just… stings.”

“We just need to get you used to it, baby,” he assured her gently, stroking her cheek. “It’ll get better once you’re used to it.”

“If you say so,” she muttered.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

Lea shook her head. “No, you can keep going.”

It took awhile, but eventually, he was fully seated inside her, panting against her neck with exertion. “Jesus Christ,” Tim gasped. “You feel so fucking good.”

“I— I do?” she asked, somewhat surprised. She wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting, exactly.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned, lifting himself up to kiss her hungrily. “Tell me when I can move, alright?”

“Go ahead,” she said with a slight nod.

He pulled out a bit, thrusting back in with a slow, controlled exhalation of breath. “How’s it feel?”

Lea considered this. “It feels… weird.”

“What do you mean?”

She furrowed her brow, trying to think of how to word it (which was no small feat when a guy she adored so much was literally inside her). “I feel… full. Stretched.”

He smirked. “Both of those words are accurate, yes.” He thrust again, the movement slow, gentle. “You’re full of me, and I’m stretching you out.” Another thrust, and it… it was starting to feel less uncomfortable. It was starting to feel good. She inhaled sharply, and he asked, “Any better?”

Nodding jerkily, Lea wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in close. “Don’t stop, please.”

“I won’t,” he promised, thrusting again. “Not unless you want me to. Do— do you like it?”

Before she could answer, he thrust again, and she was certain it felt good that time. The feeling of fullness—of being stretched—was no longer uncomfortable, it was delicious, and she wanted more of it. “Y— yes,” she forced out in between gasps. “It feels… oh, fuck, just don’t stop—“

He kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth and grasping her hips firmly. His fingers dug into her skin, holding her against the mattress. It was almost as if his grip on her was him trying to ground himself, control his actions.

One of his hands slid up her side to squeeze her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers, and she moaned into his mouth, trying to lift her pelvis to meet his. “Hold still,” he scolded teasingly, trailing kisses down the flushed column of throat. “Stop squirming.”

“I can’t,” Lea admitted, her voice practically a whine. “Feels so good, I can’t— god, Tim—“

“I know, sweetheart,” he reassured her with a hoarse chuckle. “You feel good, too.”

“Didn’t you say you wanted it—ah!—harder?”

Tim squeezed her breast again, twisting her nipple more roughly this time. “It’s your first time,” he explained, panting, “I gotta be gentle with you.”

“I don’t want you to be gentle,” she insisted. “I want you to show me what you like. Whatever you wanna do to me, that’s what I want.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, fisting a hand in her hair, the tug at her scalp stinging in a way she found more enjoyable than she probably should’ve. “God, you’re fuckin’ perfect. You sure you want it rougher?”

“Yes,” Lea said immediately. “Yes, please.” His achingly slow thrusts were beginning to drive her insane.

The hand in her hair tightened, and she inhaled sharply at the sensation. His other hand squeezed her hip as he pulled out of her, and when he pushed back in again, he slammed in.

She moaned loudly, her back arching off the mattress. Tim leaned down and caught her nipple in his mouth, pulling it gently between his teeth as he withdrew again, only to slam his hips back against hers. The abrupt movement made him release her nipple, his teeth scraping it in the process, which was a delicious mix of pleasure and pain.

“Rough enough for you?” he grunted out in between thrusts.

“Mhm,” she gasped, trailing her hands up his arms. He had more muscle than she would’ve expected or someone so skinny, but when he flexed, it was really quite pronounced.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he told her. “Touch me. I’m yours.”

Something about those words lit fire in her veins, and she smiled up at him in delight, only for the expression to be cut off when he thrust into her again. Trailing her fingertips along his collarbones, up his neck and across the sharp lines of his jaw, Lea relished in the way he leaned into her touch, turning his head so as to kiss her palm.

“Tim, I—“ She couldn’t finish her statement, because he’d slammed into her again, reaching down to grasp her hips firmly. This time, though, there was no contrast between his hold on her and the way he moved inside her. This time, his fingers dug into her, hurting just a little bit as he pressed his palms against her pelvis so as to hold her down, and it matched the rough pace he’d set perfectly.

If it weren’t for his hold on her, she would’ve been scooting across the mattress, so it was probably a good thing, but when he held her down that way, it made her want to buck her hips up against his. She attempted to do so, but he was stronger than he looked. She couldn’t lift her pelvis.

“You take it so well, Lea,” he praised, his voice low and rough. “Take my cock so well, babydoll.” When she did nothing but whine and try to buck her hips again, he slammed into her punishingly with a dark chuckle. “Be good for me. Good little princess, taking my dick like this. You like getting fucked, don’t you?” Still, she could only whine in response, so he gripped her jaw firmly, leaning in to kiss her with a gentle slowness that was almost strange in contrast to how roughly he handled her. “You’d better tell me you like it when I fuck you if you don’t want me to stop,” he chided softly, his lips brushing hers.

Suddenly terrified that he would actually stop, she immediately forced out, “I like it when you fuck me.” The words were somewhat jumbled, her voice a bit raspy, but it seemed to do satisfy him.

“Good girl,” Tim praised, pounding into her. “Oh fuck, Lea, been dreaming about this pussy. Feels so fuckin’ good.”

The hand on her jaw migrated to her hair, and he yanked her head to the side so as to mouth wetly at her neck, scraping his teeth over the sensitive flesh. When he started working on another hickey, she threaded her fingers into his hair, holding him against her as he fucked her.

“More,” Lea whined, undulating her hips.

“If you want more,” he panted, “stop fuckin’ squirming.”

She barely registered the words, though; he felt too good inside her. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, fuck that’s so good—“

“Greedy girl,” Tim growled, kissing one of the hickeys he’d given her. “Feel your pussy clenching around me, sweetheart, d’you wanna cum?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “I wanna cum, Tim, I wanna cum, please make me cum—“

“Hmmm,” he hummed, considering this as he propped himself up to examine her features. “You gonna be a good girl for me?”

Before he’d even finished the sentence, she was already nodding eagerly. “I’ll be good!” she promised. “I’ll be good for you, I swear, I’ll do anything you want!”

“All I want,” he told her, fucking her slower now, each thrust deep and hard, “is to fuck my fill of you whenever I feel like it.”

She nodded again. “Yes, yes, please—“

He eyed her breasts, squeezing them roughly with one hand. “Look at the way they bounce, Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered.

“Tim,” she whined desperately, needing to cum so badly she felt as if she’d die.

“You are greedy, aren’t you?” he smirked. “Alright, baby. I’ll make you cum.”

Nearly sobbing in relief when he reached between them, she moaned as he began to rub her clit in hard, fast circles. “God, Tim, I—“

“I know,” he crooned in her ear. “I know you’re gonna cum, sweetheart. You’re gonna cum all over my dick, aren’t you?”

“I want— I want you to cum, too,” she gasped out. “Want you to cum inside me.”

He chuckled. “I’ll bet you do, you dirty little girl. Gonna let me fill you up with my cum, huh?”

“Yessssss,” she hissed, her eyes fluttering as she neared her peak. “God, I’m close, I’m gonna—“

“That’s it, babydoll,” he growled. “Cum for me, sweetheart.”

She came, moaning his name desperately.

Tim slammed his hips against hers repeatedly, fucking her roughly before he finally groaned and collapsed atop her.

“How was it?” he panted against her neck several minutes later.

“Huh?” she asked, too dazed to think.

“Your first time,” he clarified. “How was it?”

“Oh.” She blinked, turning the words over in her head until she could actually process them. “It was amazing.”

Lea felt him smile against her skin.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” she confirmed, wrapping tired arms around him.

“Glad you enjoyed it, too, then.”

“Mmm,” she hummed sleepily.

“You tired, baby?” he asked gently, sweetly.

“Mhm.”

“Lemme clean you up and then you can sleep, alright?” He stood, and she whined as he pulled out of her. He shushed her with a kiss to her forehead. “Let me clean you up a little real quick.”

“Mmkay.”

She let him maneuver her body around and clean between her legs until he was satisfied. When he rejoined her in bed, he took her in his arms and settled the covers over them.

She yawned, sleepily nuzzling in closer to him.

His arms tightened around her, and he pressed a kiss to her scalp.

She was out before she could formulate another coherent thought.

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mylittlesecrethaven · 22 days

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I'm Making Fluff Headcannons Cause I'm Sad: Heartslaybyul

Let's do this :3

(This is gonna be multipart because otherwise it would take too long.)

Riddle:

Baby boi

The most adorable when he's not angry

But he's not the best with comforting or being super lovey-dovey

So if you're a touchy person who loves contact, it's not gonna go well, sorry

But he'll warm up eventually

Just start slow please

But he is the freaking best with acts of kindness

Having trouble with school work?

Now there's detailed notes on your bed

Overworking yourself?

Suddenly, Ace and Deuce are helping without telling you why

Also, the best teacher for croquet

Super patient with you (and you only)

And yes, he'll still be strict on the rules with you

But he won't collar you (immedietely)

And he won't yell (as much, at least)

He tries his best with you

But he's still too nervous to say he loves you back

Just give him time

(Also, would def fight his mom if she said anything bad about you. He's a momma's boi, but he will do a lot for you)

Trey:

Trust me, you're never gonna get a scolding from the dentist again

Not even joking

And if you didn't have a sweet tooth before, you do now

But also, if you really don't like sweets, he'd compromise for you

He'll make whatever sweets you like

Also always there for you in whatever trouble you have

Dealing with Grim will be a double duty thing though

Even he can only take so much of the little devil cat

A lot better with physical contact, but not big on pda

You can initiate it in public, but he'll only do it when nobody's around

Wanna learn to bake?

He got you, no worries

Is Riddle mad at you?

Trey can so easily calm him down

Ace and Deuce messing with you?

Dealt with (in a vice-housewarden way, not an illegal way)

Kindest, most patient understanding mans ever

Cater:

Pda

Straight up, pda

(Unless you're uncomy with it. He can keep his distance if you prefer)

But social media is a big factor now

Even if you're not a fan, he'll beg and puppy-dog eye you until you give in

If you're real insistent, though, he won't post it

He'll just keep it on his phone

He'll try to help with schoolwork

But he's not as good as Riddle or Trey would be

Much better with more practical stuff

If you're anti-social, no prob!

He'll keep the spotlight off you and on himself

And if you do like to be seen?

He can draw a crowd for you if that's what you want!

And he swoons every time you ask for a pic with him

Mans is over the moon for you

Ace:

Tease

Absolutely teases the heck out of you

And loves it if you tease him back

But if you can't take the teasing (or you're just not in the mood), he can lay off

But just know, he's directing his teasing to Deuce if he can't tease you

Not the best with helping out with.... well.... anything

But he tries!

Need help with Grim?

He can help! (He does try, at least. Give him credit for that)

He's not easy to embarrass with pda, even though he's not real big on it

But oooo boy if you kiss him in front of anybody, he becomes more red than angry Riddle

Boi will stutter and just get more and more flustered

Great Sevens forbid you get a picture of him flustered

You could hold that over his head forever

But like I said, he loves being teased

Super great at comforting tho

You feel sad?

He'll lend his shoulder

(He ain't the best with comforting words tho, so don't expect any)

Great at making you laugh

Deuce:

Don't tease him

You'll break him

Praise him and he's like a little puppy

He'll do the same to you

Any small achievement and he's complimenting you like you've just got a 100 in Crewel's class

Not the best with schoolwork, but loves it when you help him

He will, most definitely, carry you everywhere he can

Bridal style, piggyback, you name the way, he'll do it

(Ask him for fireman carry, he'll get so flustered, but he'd never say no to you)

(Unless it's dangerous, in which case he puts his foot down)

He loves running around with you

And if you're athletic?

He loves loves loves racing with you

And if you can ride a Blastcycle?

Y'all can ride together!

And if you can't?

He can teach you! (Or you can simply ride while he drives)

Overall, very puppy boi

No pda or he will shut down

Kisses do that to him anyway even if you're not in public

I hope these are ok. It's my first time doing this, so lemme know if it's bad or not.

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bloodlustngore · 1 year

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Don’t show her!

Penelope shows Reid a picture of Emily from her school years and tells Emily she will show Y/n the picture, who Emily really likes, Y/n comes over at the right time.

A/n: This is just a little silly oneshot I had in my drafts from ages ago! I’m working on a longer one right now but thought I’d upload this one ;) which is probs really crap but oh well ig

Wattpad link:

When Emily had gotten into work this morning, Penelope was stood beside Spencer who was at his desk on the otherside to Emily, holding a picture. She so badly wanted to know what it was about because Spencer was questioning it while also glancing at her a few times, she was too busy drinking the rest of her coffee until Penelope had spoken up "you were too young to understand this" she chuckled.

Emily rolled her eyes at them both "alright what are you two looking at?" She asked while rolling her eyes, grabbing the picture from the blonde, she turned it around. It just so happened to be her yearbook picture from years and years ago, back when she was in highschool in, with wild hair and the goth phase.

"Okay, you edited this or something. That hair?" Emily rolled her eyes again, she knew full well that the picture wasn't edited or anything that was all her and Penelope would remind her. "Oh no pussycat that was all you" she chuckled.

"Where did you even find this anyway?" Emily questioned, she knew that was a stupid thing to ask knowing that Penelope was one of the best hackers/tech person shes ever known. "Do you really have to ask that Emily" she laughed. Emily laughed a little bit but what Penelope said next was not making her laugh.

"I wonder what Y/n would think of this?" She smirked. That was when Emily has clutched onto that photo for dear life and made sure that nobody else would see it. "Oh Pen, thats dangerous territory" Spencer chuckled. Knowing full well how Emily felt about this woman. "You wouldn't Penelope Garcia" Emily warned. But the blonde smirked at her, nodding her head.

"Oh I would, I can just send it to Y/n' phone right now" she chuckled, teasing Emily. "No seriously Pen don't show her!" Emily exclaimed but as quietly as she could considering shes at work and doesn't want to cause a scene over a silly picture of her from high school...it was just embarassing.

"Don't show me what?" Y/n over hears Emily as she approaches the brunette, smiling at her. "Um nothing" Emily tried to hide that picture so well but Y/n had already caught on the moment she saw it in Emily's hands. Y/n knew how to distract her so she could get the photo from her hands, Penelope and Spencer just watched the two women, as Y/n teased Emily, leaning over her desk in front of her with a smirk plastered on Y/n' face, and the fact her cleavage was showing a little as she leaned forward. Emily tried so hard not to look in Y/n' direction but the moment she did, the brunette couldn't help but look, despite trying to just look up at Y/n' face, Emily getting a bit flustered.

"Spence your innocent eyes, look away" Penelope joked as she laughed at his confused facial expressions "thats how you distract Prentiss, Reid. Or atleast how I do" Y/n chuckled, teasing Emily even more.

And just like that Y/n managed to get the photo from her hands, Emily was about to protest until it was too late. "Is this a picture of you from school?!" Y/n exclaimed, she didn't laugh but she did tease Emily again when she smirked at her. Emily rolled her eyes, slightly annoyed and embarassed.

"I hate you all" she sighs, but Emily didn't mean it, no matter how much she teased her she could never hate Y/n for it, she loved it...because she could get her back later for this. And Emily knew just exactly how she would do that to her.

"I think you looked pretty cool" Y/n winked. Emily didn't have to be embarrassed atleast it wasn't as bad as Y/n' high school picture that was for sure.

"And plus it doesn't look as bad as mine" Y/n chuckled. Now getting the attention of Garcia, Reid and Emily all at once, they looked at her in sync. "I have to find it" Penelope added, with a chuckle.

"No please don't! Its really bad" Y/n begged. Emily playfully punched your arm and smiled "now you've seen mine, I have to see yours".

"Shut up you" Y/n rolled her eyes at the brunette woman. Penelope practically raced over to her office, Spencer went over to Derek as he spotted him. Y/n and Emily continued their little flirty ways with each other that the whole team can even sense their behaviour with each other, but they wouldn't say a word until both Y/n and Emily finally admit it or if it gets to a point where they're sick of them playing around, which currently, they are.

“We've got a case" Hotch mentions. Y/n, speed walking to the room, Emily following behind as she grabs Y/n' wrist and manages to pry the photo of her from her hand. Both women letting out giggles, as they continued to the room to get briefed.

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x y/n #emily prentiss x you #criminal minds #oneshot #dunno where I was going with this #it was a draft for ages #this is kinda cute #Emily Prentiss is a lesbian #emily prentiss x female reader

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flwoie · 11 months

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꒰ 💎 ꒱ ALONE TOGETHER — LEE HEESEUNG

🫂﹒ One way for gems to fuse is by dancing. Heeseung can’t really fuse but at least he can help you get over your fear of dancing in front of someone. ﹒♡

P. half-gem! heeseung x human!reader G. fluff steven universe au S.S. « so i was listening to the ost and i got reminded of this episode from the show so i felt like writing it. a certain someone told me to biased and just write about heeseung so i did 😁 also thank uu soph for proofreading (literally the best beta reader to ever exist 🖤🖤) WC. 0.6k

Because Heeseung is half-gem, he can practically do anything a gem can, including summoning weapons, bubbling, shape-shifting, and other inhumane abilities. But when it came to fusing, he was convinced he couldn't do it.

"Synchronize!" Pearl declares as she observes Heeseung's attempt to fuse with Amethyst. Amethyst lifts him, causing her to drop him inadvertently afterward. They laugh it off before Pearl commands them to take it seriously. A second attempt was made, but no fusion could be made as she lifted him again.

As the gems lead him through their fusing choreography, he pays close attention to them. While carefully following along, he finds it difficult to copy the choreography. Regardless of how challenging it may seem, he still manages to keep up with the gems despite their rapid pace.

"I don’t understand; I nearly had it!" Heeseung exclaims during his break. As he settles onto a stool, he wipes the sweat from his face. "Nobody expects you to form fusion right away," Pearl says, sitting down next to him as she explains. She muses over the possibility of Heeseung fusing. She questions whether his body is capable of fusing. Fusion merges the physical forms of gems, but Heeseung is half-human; although his body takes the form of a human, the only physical component of him is the gem in his navel.

Heeseung joins you in the sand and begins to complain about how tough fusing is. "Can you get them to write out the steps?" you suggest while facing him. He adds that it is not about the dance, with a dejected look on his face. He says while interlocking his fingers, "When they fuse, they illuminate and melt into one another. He says hesitantly, "I am not even sure whether I am capable of that.”

You exclaim with enthusiasm, "Well, I think it's amazing how you're able to dance with them! I could never." He acknowledges your presence and approaches you. "What do you mean?" he asks. As you explain your predicament to him, you turn away to avoid looking embarrassed. "I've never danced in front of anyone at all," you mutter. His eyes enlarge as you continue. "My school had a dance, and I was really looking forward to it! "But I couldn't bring myself to go," you admit, your expression showing dissatisfaction as you close your eyes. "I couldn't stop thinking about people staring at me."

"No one is staring right now," he utters. You open your eyes to see him staring right into your eyes. "Um, you are," you deadpan. He chuckles while averting his eyes. He gets his phone out and starts to play a soothing song. He moves away from you and speaks as he stands up. He covers his eyes with one hand and extends the other to you. "What I was trying to say was, come dance with me," he says, smiling.

You got flustered at his antics but eventually held his hand. He uncovers his eyes, and you two make eye contact. He brings you in closer, and you two move your feet back and forth to the beat of the song. He twirls you around and backs up. He sways to the melody, and you follow along. He could feel his face blushing, and you two came closer and turned each time you swayed.

Heeseung accidentally trips, which causes him to almost fall. You quickly catch him and hold him by his waist. Your faces have small proximity and form eye contact. You press your foreheads together and laugh it off.

You open your eyes as if you just woke up from a nap. You were still on the beach, sitting down. You noticed how your feet were a lot larger than Heeseung’s sandals. You picked up the sandal and compared it to your foot. "Heeseung, how come your sandals are too small for my—" you paused and suddenly realized what was going on, "your feet?" You quickly checked your navel, and there it was—Heeseung’s gem.

Heeseung finally fused, and he fused with you.

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virusgeist · 11 months

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REGARDING THE "STOP BEING CUTE MOTHERFUCKER BEFORE I KISS YOU" WOLFWOOD STYLE VASHWOOD

I mean I like it a lot tbh... these are more ideas than anything...

I can see Wolfwood bringing it up a lot like 'stop looking at me like that' or 'stop making those noises' or 'stop acting like that' and Vash usually automatically assumes it's cause he's done something wrong. He confronts him one time about why he's always bullying him but Wolfwood laughs at him for even thinking like that like...

"No... I'm warning you for your own good."

Vash gets angry about him laughing and the rather vague answer. They argue and get into a little scuffle. Wolfwood slamming him up against the wall trying to make him see eye to eye with him. Vash still not getting it and Wolfwood still dancing around the truth.

Wolfwood half yells at him having to explain further, "I'm trying to save you from this nearly uncontrollable animalistic hunger that rises within me when I'm with you!!"

Vash blinks. Finally catching on to what he means and his face flushing ten shades of red. Wolfwood realizing what he's said he blushes too. He didn't mean for it to be as intense as that, more or less merely kissing but... he wasn't going to correct himself sense it still technically was the truth.

He lets Vash go and tries to play it off cool taking out a cigarette.

A few minutes go by and Vash breaks the silence, "I... I didn't know you felt that way around me... I'm sorry."

Wolfwood surprised at how unbelievable Vash is, he truly thinks everything is his fault, "What are you sorry for Blondie- I like you dumbass. That's just how it is."

Vash looks at him bewildered. Nicholas liking the likes of him? It seems unreal... and even wanting to do... Was he even gay-

Wolfwood snaps his fingers in his face,"C'mon say something-"

Vash focuses on Wolfwood again. He wasn't sure what to say. "I... uh... I don't... know what to say."

Vash can visibly see the total disappointment settling in Wolfwood's face. He scrambles for more words not wanting to see him upset,

"I mean- I think I like you too! I just- I don't..." he scratches the back of his head unsure how to put it. "I have never... really been in a relationship like that before?"

Now it was Wolfwood's turn to be bewildered. "You're telling me you're 150 years old and you've never been in a relationship?" Wolfwood furrows his eyebrows and Vash nods.

"Never kissed-" he continues and Vash shakes his head.

"No sex?" He asked hopefully a last time. Vash shook his head again feeling a little embarrassed at these invasive questions.

Wolfwood clears his throat and throws his cigarette on the ground stomping it with his foot.

He starts chuckling to himself and looks up Vash like he's some kind of delicious meal, "Huh. Just... no time for it? or..."

Vash starts shifting in place and just folds his arms not sure where else to put them. "I've never really had the chance okay-"

Wolfwood walks closer to him. Vash stepping backwards till his back hits that same wall they were fighting on before. Wolfwood putting his hand on the wall next to his head and Vash's breath hitched. Unsure of his intentions but Wolfwood grabbing his chin gently with his other hand leaning ever so close making said intentions more clear.

"Well how about now, do you want me to kiss you?" His voice was sultry and his closeness made Vash forget how to speak. All he could manage was a faint, "Uh-huh." and a small nod.

His reaction made Wolfwood smirk and brush Vash's bottom lip with his thumb. "You're so perfect."

...

This is also like. In the middle of a mission and nobody else can get ahold of these fucks for a long while and everybody is worried and when they finally show up they keep asking where the fuck they were and what da fuck they were doing the whole time. Getting angry cause they were worried.

Wolfwood just tells them them they were really busy and didn't look at the time and not to worry about it besides its none of their business. They bicker for a while longer and she notices Vash hasn't said a word.

Meryl glances at Vash and he's just avoiding eye contact at all cost with a permanent blush across his face. She's getting ideas and overprotectively YELLS AT WOLFWOOD LIKE WTF DID YOU DO TO VASH!?

Wolfwood assures her he didn't do anything Vash didn't want him to do. Vash just coughs and suggests everybody to focus on their task again and to forget about it. Which saying that he unknowingly hurts Wolfwood's feelings... like he wants to forget... what they had done and said back there. Like it was just some spur of the moment thing or something.

Though he wouldn't let anyone know he was upset. Not even Vash. He scoffs and says, "Fine." Pulling out a cigarette and walking away cause that's his fuckin coping mechanism bshdjxm

He starts to be cold towards Vash and Vash takes notice almost immediately. Though they only talk about it in the middle of a gun fight later. Which is unfortunate to say the least lol.

Wolfwood pulls Vash off to a safer area and point his own gun at Vash and ask him why he shouldn't kill him where he stands for using him like that. Vash is EXTREMELY confused and Wolfwood has to explain further. Vash understands now how he might have taken it- assuring him that it's a misunderstanding...

He informs him he was honestly embarrassed about the whole ordeal and he didn't mean to hurt his feelings... and that he doesnt wanna forget and is sure he loves him. He does want him to be his first and hopefully last boyfriend.

Wolfwood looks into his eyes for a good few seconds before crashing his lips into Vash's in the most sloppy way. He smiles at him and tells him he's got a gunfight to get back to.

#i cant fuckin write #but i cant stop thinkin about these boys #trigun stampede #vashwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood

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ineffablydelighted · 7 months

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[Cute Omens #4]

[Also called: Crowley gets j-e-a-l-o-u-ssss]

Right before Aziraphale leaves for Edimburg, ready to get inside the Bentley

Maggie: Oh, Mister Fell, wait! *runs towards him*

Aziraphale: Yes, Maggie? Hello?

Maggie: I just wanted to tell you again how grateful I am for... You know... *awkward shoulder balancing and smile* Not collecting the rent.

Aziraphale: *soft smile of an Angel* My pleasure, Maggie! No need to thank me everyday 😊

Maggie: You... You don't get it, do you?

Aziraphale: I... I'm not sure, now?

Maggie: Nobody does that anymore... People like you, I mean. They do no exist anymore. People are more like... your... *unsure but tries* boyfriend.

Aziraphale: Crowley? Oh, no, Maggie, you've got the wrong idea, Crowley is a very nice... *very long pause* friend... of mine? *shy smile*

Maggie: F-friend of yours? Oh, oh my, I am so sorry, I've... got the wrong idea, um... It's just that... I see him with you so often, and you are- and I just figured- Nevermind.

Aziraphale: *his smile starts to display some hints of regret without him realizing*

Maggie: Listen, Mister Fell, it is most probably not my place, but... In case you wanted to... You know, live something less... "friendly", I might know someone who might be... interested?

Aziraphale: *sudden flashes of Maggie's grandmother hitting on him* O-Oh? You do?

Maggie: You... Remember Mister Brown?

Aziraphale: Oh, yes, I saw him yesterday, he asked me to organize the next Monthly Meeting!

Maggie: Didn't he ask... Anything else?

Aziraphale: Not anything of substance I can remember of. Are you... implying he would have wanted to... hum... ask something else to me? *is never comfortable about these things*

Maggie: I think he likes you very much. And... I am sorry to say, again, certainly not my place, but... he might be a... better fit than your... friend.

Aziraphale: *embarrassed laugh* Maggie, truly, you've got the wrong idea about Crowley! He's the nicest person I've ever met *in over 6000 years which is saying something* and the best...*always marks a pause there for some reason* friend I could ever wish for!

Maggie: I understand, really, it's just that you seem... lonely, sometimes?

Aziraphale: Do I?

Maggie: Trust me, I know the feeling!

Aziraphale: *sympathetic smile* Nothing from... Nina?

Maggie: I'd rather not talk about it, it's... painful. Anyway, um... If you wanted to... Talk some more with Mister Brown, I'm pretty sure he would be very pleased!

Aziraphale: Well, I-

Maggie: *runs without warning* Oh, I-I really have to go, have a good trip, Mister Fell!

Aziraphale: *awkward wave**gets in the car* Oh, hello, there. I'm sure we're gonna get along just perfectly! *taps the steering wheel amicably*

Bentley: *activates a random song the second Aziraphale is seated and ready to go*

Oh, how wrong can you be?

Oh, to fall in love was my very first mistake,

How was I to know,

I was far too much in love to see oh

Jealousy,

Look at me now...

The next morning, the Bookshop's bell rings

Mr Brown: Mister Fell? Hello?

Jim: Hello, I'm Jim, Mister Fell's assistant! How can I help you not buying a book?

Mr Brown: Actually, I was hoping I could see Mister Fell himself, if that is...

Crowley: *arrives in style* Mister Fell is not here, who's ask- *stops and looks at him from afar* Oh. You, again? *is unsure why this last word came out of his mouth but still did*

Mr Brown: *startled* Ah, it is... you... Mister...?

Crowley: *reaches his glasses and puts them on**smirks and walks towards him* Crowley. Hello.

Mr Brown: I-I forgot to ask yesterday, you are...?

Crowley: *raises an eyebrow* I... am...?

Mr Brown: *tries to express himself with just the eyes*

Crowley: *does not get it**at all**makes some waves with his chin to signify he needs more details*

Mr Brown: Maybe... that was a mistake...

Crowley: *clueless Demon* A... mistake? What? The monthly meeting?

Mr Brown: N-no! Nothing to do with the monthly meeting! I...

Crowley: You wanted to see Mister Fell about... Not the meeting? Why?

Mr Brown: I... This is... *sighs* Can we, please, stop beating around the bush?

Crowley: *thinks he somewhat starts to get it but remains unsure* Uhhh... Sure...

Mr Brown: Is Mister Fell in a... relationship at the moment?

Crowley: *hesitates for much longer than he expected* Not... that I know of? And, well, I certainly... would know?

Mr Brown: Wait... You're not his... On-and-off partner?

Crowley: *feels something unexpected growing besides astonishment**is it... anger?* I am most certainly not.

Mr Brown: Oh... OH! G-good! I mean, okay! Are you his... cousin or something?

Crowley: *laughs* Hell no! *is tempted to remove his glasses for some reason*

Mr Brown: Business partner?

Crowley: Sort... of... speak?

Mr Brown: Oh, okay, hum... Can you please not tell Mister Fell about our encounter? I feel like I need to ask him out myself, you see?

Crowley: *finally totally gets it* Sorry. Ask him out? As in... Ask him for a date? *chuckles* Oh, no! Angel doesn't date, ever! *has heard the joke of the next three centuries*

Mr Brown: *gets offended**and cold**well, at least he tries* I-I'm sorry to say but that is not on you to decide, is it?

Crowley: *stops laughing out of nowhere and feels the anger taking the lead**approaches him menacingly* Or maybe, just maybe... it is?

Mr Brown: B-but, you said-

Crowley: *even colder voice* I know what I said, I just don't believe you heard me, so let me clarify... *takes him by the collar*

Mr Brown: *gasps*

Crowley: Mister Fell... doesn't... date. *ends up with a creepy smile*

Mr Brown: *muster some courage**looks at Crowley's hands on his vest**looks back at Crowley's glasses* What if he wants to?

Crowley: *gritted teeth* I assure you: he doesn't.

Mr Brown: How would you know that?!

Crowley: I just do.

Jim: *is back or maybe has never left, nobody knows* Uhhhh... Do you need... assistance in anything?

Crowley: *releases Mr Brown with the heaviest, most threatening smirk**turns at Jim* Can you show Mister Brown the exit? We're done here.

Mr Brown: But I...

Crowley: *turns back at him**accidently nose-on-nose* Ou-T.

Mr Brown: *recoils**frowns his brows**but remains intimidated* I guess you have some unfinished business to attend to, Mister Crowley.

Crowley: *looks at his nails* Yeahhh, I most certainly do. Taking care of Mister Fell's things takes such a long time indeed!

Mr Brown: *to Jim* I know the exit, thank you. Good... *to both* Have a... good day.

Crowley: *indifferent* Oh, I will. Taking care of...

Mr Brown: Mister Fell's things. Yes, I caught that.

Jim: Have a good day! *waves enthusiastically*

[The door closes]

Mr Brown: God, these two really need to talk!

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Navigation time!

[While needing you to consider that, most of the time, the scenes are randomized and do no necessarily follow one another at all]

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#Cute Omens #Good Omens #Good Omens minific #Good Omens fanfic #Good Omens fanfiction #Ineffable Husbands #Aziracrow #Aziraphale #Crowley #Featuring Mr Brown #Not-his-cousin Crowley #Jealous Crowley #Taking care of Mister Fell's things indeed #Angel doesn't date #Bentley knows her classics

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silverynight · 1 year

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Okay, but what if Tanjirou knew everyone had a crush on him? Like he doesn't say anything because he doesn't want to make anyone uncomfortable, and he also thinks it's just a "phase" (it is not), but he knows most everyone that likes him as more than a friend. He can smell it, as well as see it. His mom also used to warn him about how much attraction he gets within the village, and she told him it would happen anywhere. He didn't believe her, but this wouldn't be the first time his mom was correct. So, naturally, he knows the Hashira love him. But, once again, he doesn't want to call anyone out or anything. Until one day a slayer is asking for his help, shy and timid, while another is straight up flirting with him. He's very respectful, but the Hashira are a bit irritated.

"Ugh! I can't stand them!" Sanemi growls, picking at a scar on his arm.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Tanjirou questions after they leave, frowning at the displeased looks on the pillars faces.

"They're all over you. Pathetic." Iguro mumbles, Kaburamaru hissing.

Tanjirou tilts his head. Shinobu sighs, a fond smile on her face. "They obviously have a crush on you Tanjirou." She shrugs, expecting him to deny it. They don't usually straight up tell him, but she couldn't help herself. But, Tanjirou laughs shyly.

"Ah....I know" he says embarrassed, rubbing the back of his neck. The Hashira are silent. Then-

"You know?" Giyu says, eyes wide. Tanjirou nods, a blush on his face.

"Yeah...not to sound conceded, but I know everyone who has a crush on me....it was like that back in our village too." He smiles sweetly, hands coming together in front of him. "I just never say anything because it's not my place. If anyone feels they want to address me about it, I'd be glad to talk about their feelings! No one ever does completely though, so I leave it be." He shrugs. Each pillar is red, staring with the obvious thought cycle- HE KNOWS?!

The Pillars just stare at him in silence while their minds are full of chaos, they're panicking because they don't know what to do. Should they talk about it? He knows it, but he just told them he's not going to bring it up or acknowledge it...

"You know about us?" Finally, Giyuu blurts it out.

Tanjirou nods, smiling at them.

"I know you have a crush on me, but it'll probably pass..."

"No," Shinobu cuts him off, surprising him.

"We're in love with you!" Kyojuro tells him, prompting him to turn completely red.

"In l-love? But... I thought, I mean I'm a no–"

"You're what?" Sanemi almost growls. "If you're going to say something like you're a nobody I'll bite you, Tanjirou."

"You're amazing, darling!" Mitsuri sighs dreamily. "And kind and sweet and–"

"Please!" Tanjirou giggles, cheeks turning pink again. Part of him doesn't believe it, but they look so sure...

"Now that you know how we feel," Obanai cuts in. "And you know it's not just a crush. What do you think?"

"Would you give us a chance?" Muichiro asks, hopeful.

"You don't have to, Tanjirou..." Gyomei assures him, stroking the boy's cheek. "We'll still be friends even if you don't feel the same."

Tanjirou covers his face with both hands before taking a deep breath and looking back at them.

"You mean... like... dating all of you at once?"

"I don't see a problem with that," Tengen grins before winking at Tanjirou.

"O-Okay... I'd like that."

#demon slayer #anonymous #asks #ask silverynight

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luvfae · 2 years

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Hi! Can I please request for your 3k Requests, an Eddie Munson x Reader with prompts 8+14 please? (If you’re only allowed one prompt, then prompt 8 please [enemies to lovers] one, please!)

Also, congrats on 3k angel! I’m so so happy for you, nobody deserves it more than you! :)

IN YOUR DREAMS

fandom: stranger things

parings: eddie x f reader

note: i already did 14, so i just did 8! it also just alludes to enemies to lovers, i’ll make a part 2 if you guys like it! enjoy xx

warnings: swearing, slight smut

8: enemies to lovers

part two

Eddie Munson had hated you ever since your first day of high school, you were two years younger than him and you were the biggest bitch he had ever encountered. But for some reason only he saw you as a bitch, the rest of the school sat you on a pedestal. And that’s why you hated him in return because he was rude and abrasive and he had never even given you a chance to be his friend.

So the pair of you spent your entire high school careers teasing each other. But now, you had caught up to him. Eddie didn’t get to graduate again last year, so here he was, sitting in your classroom with your class.

You had a huge smirk on your face as you sat next to him and he rolled his eyes at your presence.

“If it isn’t my favourite person,” you cooed, teasingly.

“Fuck off, Y/L/N,” he said, clearly not in the mood for your antics todays. You laughed, your eyes remaining on him. Until he told you to stop fucking staring.

This went on for the rest of the week, the teasing, name calling, annoying the shit out of each other, it got so bad that the teacher ended up giving the both of you an after school detention.

Which is where you were now, sitting alone in a room with Eddie Munson and the teacher. You were pretending to do homework and Eddie was scribbling in his notebook, also pretending to do homework.

“I’ll be right back,” the teacher said before standing up and rushing out of the room.

You smirked, standing up and closing the classroom door. Eddie looked over at you and you smiled at him, causing him to roll his eyes.

What could you do to torture him today? You wondered, thinking long and hard about your options. It was just the two of you, so you didn’t have to hold back. You could say anything you wanted.

You walked over to him, shoving his notebook away, sending it flying across the room before taking a seat on top of his desk.

“Can you fuck off?” He snapped. “You’re the reason we’re stuck in here.”

“Hey, I don’t get the blame. You are also the reason we are in here,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

You watched as his eyes flickered down to your breasts, lingering for a little too long and you burst out laughing.

“Did you just check me out?!” You exclaimed.

“In your dreams,” Eddie said, rolling his eyes, his cheeks turning red.

“No, in your fucking dreams Munson,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him. “You wouldn’t even know what to do with a girl.”

You gasped suddenly as Eddie’s hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing tight against your air pipe. Your eyes widened, looking down at him.

“Want me to prove you wrong?” Eddie asked. You gulped, skin heating up at his words and you rubbed your thighs together, which he immediately noticed. In your defence it didn’t take much to get you going. Eddie smirked, pushing your legs open with his spare hand. “Look at you, so needy, I bet you’re soaking wet,” he said, standing up, pushing your skirt up.

His fingers ran over your heat, the fabric of your panties being the only thing stopping him from touching your skin.

“You gunna let me finger fuck you, Y/N?” He asked, his tone menacing.

You gulped, rutting your wet pussy against his fingers and you nodded. Eddie smirked, slapping the palm of his hand against your panties, making you gasp.

“In your fucking dreams, Y/L/N,” he said, mocking your words from earlier, walking away from you, grabbing his notebook from the floor and taking a seat as far away as possible.

You remained seated on the desk, ashamed and embarrassed for letting him get to you. And Eddie sat at his new desk, head down, pissed off knowing that later on tonight he’d have to pump one out over the thought of you yet again.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader

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josiedoe · 6 months

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funny weird fursona from ages past hours while i wanna take this opportunity to share my art, i kinda also wanna reach out to everybody who had cringy neon old fursonas and oc's that they're embarrassed of or feel like they need to shittalk every time they mention them bc "theyre totally better at making characters now i swear!" this is my fursona splash. i've changed sonas a few times, but none of them will be as important to me as her. she's not there yet, but next year in february, on my birthday, she will be 9 years old. i made her feb 22nd of 2015, my 9th birthday. i stopped using her eventually, because i thought i'd grown out of her. i used to show her to people and laugh about how stereotypical of a mary sue she was, how she had a demon AND angel form, how i'd ship her with characters from whatever media i was interested in at the time, how she had super secret sparkle powers that could do anything and how she's "not me anymore" then i remembered how crushed i felt when my friends at the time first started calling her one. i was knee deep at that point in thinking mary sues were dumb, and felt really bad about it when a friend said she was a huge mary sue and how i should probably change her. they even got mad when i said i didnt want to and told me i "couldn't take criticism". ive tried so hard over the years to distance myself from her while trying not to be too hard on her, to enjoy her in an "ironic, more experienced way" and regard her as what NOT to do.

this is the first ever drawing i did of her. another oc of mine turns 9 on my bday, and ill do art of her too, but this is where i made her. she was a drawing of firestar that i got bored drawing and decided to slap some neons on from the ms paint advanced preset colors. as you can see, she hasn't really changed much. her name used to be colordrop, because i had a stuffed bunny around that time with the same name. i think i renamed her to splash because i liked splashkittyartist. is the art good? no. did i really care? not really! i didnt even know it was bad at the time, because it honestly wasn't. i just wasn't as far in my art journey as i am now. im glad i never deleted my deviantart account, and i plan at some point to go through and save the images that are important to me on a google drive of some kind. aslong as im able to remember and keep her, she's an important part of myself. she's still me, just from a different time, and also so much more than that. im not sad about her, not in a nostalgic "i wish i could go back way". im happy, if anything, because i only recently realized we shared a birthday. isn't that cool? to not only have an oc that was made on your birthday, but reaches milestones with you? when she turns 18, i'll be 27. when she's 27, i'll be 36. i think that's pretty neat. i think it's important for every artist, if they struggle with this, to look for their old oc's and fursonas and whatnot from when they were kids and instead of looking at them through a lens of "im better now, do you see how bad i used to be at this whole character making thing though? its funny.", instead be kind to your old creations and go "wow, i had alot of fun with you. i wonder if i can have even more." if you're able to, start using them again. write with them again, even if its small and silly and more out of whimsy and joy than actual plot development. i implore you to be kinder to kid you. even if kid you wasn't very kind themselves. if you would look at another kids drawing and oc and go "wow thats amazing! you're so creative!", then you should regard what you made then with the same enthusiasm. put your own work on the fridge if nobody else did. anyways, ramble over. i'm very passionate about this subject because i lived it, and i deeply enjoy reclaiming what i was made to feel embarrassed of. so moon darkraven, demon wolf with an anime scythe and scene bangs and red eyes and neon colors that don't mix, i think you're doing great. i hope you're doing well, wherever you are now, and that so is the person who made you. happy early birthday to me and my special little gal

#my art #long post #sparklecats #mary sues #tw eyestrain #furry #fursona #cat #oc art

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kynrki · 2 years

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LOVE IS (NOT) EASY!

020. — 😦😦😦😦

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it was saturday. thee saturday. the saturday yniki were finally gonna perform together for the first time ever. you were on your nerves, stressing wether you’d mess up or not, or if you’d slip and fall and embarrass yourself. your thoughts ran wild, but was soon interrupted when niki placed a kiss on your cheek.

“huh?” you said blushing at the boy who was gripping your arms infront of you. “dont worry, we’ll do so good, or as you say, slay.” he laughed as you also laughed. you hugged him. the boy was shocked. he didn’t expect you to make first contact because its always been him. “thank you, for everything, if it wasnt for this dance, we would’ve never met.” you said as you looked up at him and smiled. boy how he could get lost in your eyes. the way they sparkle whenever you talked about something you were interested in, wether it was genshin or songs.

unbeknownst to you too, jake and jay stood far away, watching this whole scene unfold in front of their eyes. “ahh young love” jay said. “wonder when they’ll start dating” jake said looking at the too, who he’d admit, was very cute. “im hoping its soon, you can tell her really likes her.” jay said turning to jake as they prepared to go get done. “i hope so too.” jake mumbled in thought, something felt off about tonight for him, very off..

after getting off stage, you watched as niki hurriedly went to the changing room. you wondered why but payed not mind to it. you continued to your changing room where all the girls congratulated you, except for kokomi. plus, na-rae was gone..

meanwhile in nikis dress room, stood the girl. na-rae gave niki the flowers as she wished him luck on confessing his love for you. yes, na-rae helped him with everything, because she only wanted the best for yn. she always saw her as a younger sister. “you got this okay.” na-rae said as she patted his back. “dont doubt yourself.” she finished as she walked out the room to him being in his thoughts alone for a while. he took a deep breath in, and out, before the door opened up.

“niki!! its nice seeing you here.” ye-seo said smirking as she walked closer to the boy. “what do you want?” the boy asked annoyed. “you” she answered as she stood in front of him. “go away, ye-seo, im not letting you ruin my chances with someone again.” niki said as he rolled his eyes. “oh? well too bad” she said as she fixed his suit and leaned in to him. before he could protest, they heard something fall by the door. there stood yn, looking agape at the situation as tears started to form in her eyes. niki looked as her shocked, and before he could say anything, she ran away, wiping her tears. niki groaned in annoyance.

“what the fuck is wrong with you.” niki said frustratedly. this wasnt the first time she had sabotaged his love life. she was utterly obsessed with him, so if she cant have him, nobody can. ye-seo smirked and started walking back “i jus claimed whats mine” she said innocently. “i asked you, what the fuck is wrong with you.” niki said as he gripped her arm to prevent her from moving. she stared at the boy in surprise. she’s never seen him this angry before, it kind of scared her. “i-i-i-i- you know i love you so i cant let anyone-“ she stuttered as she tried to remove herself from his grip. he didn’t budge. “you love me?” the boy scoffed and let go of her arm. “you just fucked up the chance i had to make her mine, the chance i had to have the girl of my dreams and all you have to say is you love me?” niki said as he sat down with his hands on his head. “get out. and don’t interfere with my or yn’s life again, you hear me?” niki said looking at her seriously. “y-yes” ye-seo said as she ran out of the room. “fuck” niki whispered to himself, deciding to look for yn, hoping she didnt get the wrong idea.

you ran and ran and ran as the tears fell from your eyes. you thought he liked you? maybe it was all a game once again. how’d you even let yourself fall for a stupid trick once again? how dumb could you be. “yn?” kaikno said as she walked out of the room. “baby, whats wrong?” she said as she saw you crying. you ran into her arms and sobbed. you explained everything and boy was she mad. she actually liked niki, she thought he was perfect for her. “you’ll be okay, i promise bub.” kaikno said feeling bad for her friend. this was the second time this had happened.

he found kaikno sitting with yn at the end of the hall and ran up to them. he felt relieved seeing the girl doing okay. “what the fuck are you doing here?” kaikno said angrily. he frowned. “i promise it wasnt what it looked like, she-“ niki said before getting interrupted. “fuck you, dont ever think about contacting yn again, understood?” kaikno said as she stood up with you still in her arms. niki’s mouth went open. he fucked up big time, and he knew nothing was gonna fix it.

tears started forming in the boys eyes as he saw his girl, his love, walking away with tear stained cheeks. his heart ached, but he couldn’t do anything but walk away in defeat.

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A/N — naw fuck ye-seo and niki😡

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PAIRING — idol!Nishimura Riki x shy!idol!fem!reader

SYPNOSIS — y/n has never been in love. craving the feeling to feel special and worthy to someone, she dreams about falling in love and having someone love her back. what happens when she bumps into a cute boy, and doesn’t realise he’s under the same company. not to mention he finds her cute too. but as they all say, love is (not) easy!

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bibeebuneee · 10 months

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☆》 it was the best of times, the worst of crimes

angst ☆ songfic ? ☆ reunion ☆ smoker kei ☆ cheating ☆ alternate ending

inspo : getaway car <> taylor swift (I love her sm guys wtf)

part i , part ii

ㅤNo, nothing good starts in a getaway car.

ㅤDull beats of music bangs in your head, your heartbeat seems to copy the fast pace of the beat, breathing even faster. You didn’t expect to see him, Tsukishima Kei, in a random college house party your boyfriend had invited you to. Your boyfriend knew you weren’t too social, you didn’t have much friends, so he thought it would be a good idea to invite you, he was such a good man, he cared about you and he took care of you, he encouraged you to make more friends, he helped you with anything you asked. He was such a good man, a better man, than the one standing in front of you right now.

ㅤHis tall frame even taller, he’s still active in volleyball, after all. He looked so much more mature. And oh wow, he still smokes. “Can I help you?” he scoffed, somewhat annoyed. Oh, he doesn’t remember you? maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe he doesn’t remember you at all, or maybe it’s the wrong person. You’ll assume the latter, seems like the safest option. Acting drunk even though you’re stone cold sober. Going back to what you were here for, you didn’t want somebody to like you because of your actions while you were drunk, you wanted them to like you for you. And you’ve found a person that does love you for you, two, actually, hell, you’re dating one right now, but for some reason it doesn’t feel right.

ㅤ“Nothing. You just look familiar” you sigh, turning your head to the ground from the patio you are standing on. You leaned your body to the fence of that patio, letting your elbows support your weight. “Really? How so?” he copies your movements, leaning to the fence next to you, smoke exiting his lips just like how Tsukishima used to in the back of your high school, somewhere you can be together (and your other friends) and nobody else can see you.

ㅤ“Well, there was a guy I liked in high school. He was pretty mean, kind of a bully” you chuckle, recalling all the times you were with him clearly. “He never paid any attention to me, I thought he hated me, but one night, he kissed me. It was… wonderful… I still think about that kiss, I still think about him. I miss him. I have a boyfriend though, so I doubt I could ever be with him again” a wave of overwhelming sadness sucked you in. You miss him so much. You miss how he looked at you that night. How his lips tasted like strawberries and how his breath smelled like smoke and how loved every single second of it.

ㅤ“Are you drunk?” he chortles. His teasing goes unanswered. You are so into your thoughts about him and how you wished you could’ve said or done something sooner. Coughing to hide his embarrassment, he speaks up again, “Alright, when did you kiss him?” he rests his chin on his palm as he looks at you as if he knew something you don’t. “Night after graduation?” “Night after graduation” you both say in unison, his more of a question. You twist your head towards him. Your eyes widen in shock. Something pierced through your heart, you felt so happy and relieved. But you can’t do anything, now. You have somebody else that loves you, and you like enough to be with.

ㅤ“Kei…?” you whisper in disbelief. “What’s up?” he laughs. That handsome laugh you haven’t heard. Finally, after 3 years you hear it again, and his smile. Oh my god his smile. You need to kiss him again. “I miss you too, too bad I’m also dating somebody else” he inhales his cigarette bud, his smile wiped off.

ㅤ“Well, you don’t seem too happy with your guy” he blows the same smoke ring into the sky. It’s almost like that night again, but now its somewhat cloudy. It’ll probably rain soon, you don’t have much time with him before it’ll start to rain. Raining means your boyfriend will search for you to take you home and no words will be exchanged. Even if you talk, its always the same thing, he always gives out the same responses, “that’s great, honey” “isn’t that fun” “aww sorry for that” “mhm, oh wow” you felt like a child, you wanted to be treated to an equal, not like a toddler babbling about their newfound interest.

ㅤ“Yeah, go figure” you sigh, once again. “Wanna tell me about it?” he asks, lowering his face to get closer to yours. Everything lines up like that night again. “Would you listen?” you reciprocate softly. “I didn’t get to two years ago, so why not now?” he put out his cigar on an ashtray readily available next to him. “Three years ago, Kei” you slide down to the floor, crossing your legs. Tapping the floor next to you, looking up at him, inviting him to sit down next to you. “It’s been THAT long?” he plops down next to you. something in him wants to lay his head on your lap, but he knew he couldn’t do so.

ㅤHe's been waiting for you. All this time. He isn’t sure why he lied about having a partner too, perhaps to have some relatability, connect to you in some way, but it’s not important now, what is important is now you, and how you feel and how he’ll never treat you like however this scumbag you’re treats you, although he hasn’t even seen or heard about him yet, he already hates him, all for you.

ㅤYour boyfriend, God bless his soul, is a good man. He loves and cared deeply about you. But lately, you’ve been, just, bored. He’s so nice, too nice. He’s so loving, too loving. There is no conversation to build your relationship, you can’t see his point of view, you can’t understand his stance, because he never told you. He always avoids self-inspection; everytime you try to raise your concern about how he acts towards you, he didn’t listen, resorting to empty apologies, instead of making things better. He would never start speaking about what does and does not bother him, nor listening to you explain what does and does not bother you. He treats you like a child. He isn’t a bad person, perse, maybe he just, isn’t Tsukishima.

ㅤYou wanted to leave him. You needed a reason.

ㅤAnd you admit all this to him. He laughs and groans at your stories and how you really just can’t take him anymore. But y’know who you can take? Tsukishima Kei.

ㅤDense silence fills the air. How do you tell him you love him? You kind of did that night, but it never was said, word for word. Fuck it, you’ll say it now. “Hey, Kei” you turn towards him, his face is so alarmingly close to yours, you can just-

ㅤYou instinctively crash your lips against him, it’s your turn to make the move. He still tastes the same, just like when you were 17 again. Tangy smell of smoke mixed with soursweet taste of strawberries deliciously, bringing memories back to you. You missed him and you missed his taste. His fingers interwaves with yours. Not waiting anymore, he shoves his tongue into you. his muscle scanning all parts of your mouth. You whine in pleasure, wanting more.

ㅤ“[Y/N…? [Y/N]…!” your boyfriend calls out your name. You want to stop. No, you need to stop. But you just can’t. You can’t let go of him ever again. “[Y/N] are you fucking serious right now!? What the fuck are you doing?” you can hear your boyfriend screamed from a distance, his body squeezing and pushing against all other bodies on the dance floor. Tsukishima pulls away from you. “No, no, no. This… this is wrong, [Y/N]. I’m still immoral, or whatever the fuck I was when I was in high school, yeah maybe I’m still him, but I can’t.. no, I can’t. You’re with him, you can be happier with him, I just. I don’t deserve you” he stands up, towering over you.

ㅤYou jump up, grabbing and shaking some sense into him. “Yes we can! Please! Can we please just try it!? Please say you love me too, so at least I know that we could!” you yelled. Tsukishima has never seen you yell before, He can see the desperation in your eyes. He feels so bad. You want him, he wants you, but he knows you’ll regret it, and so do you, but you’re willing to risk everything to feel the thrill of it all again. He stares intently to your eyes, he can see clearly your brows furrowing and tears threatening to spill from your eyes, your whole body shaking. He can see it. He can feel it all. It hits him like a truck all at once. His head cannot keep up with his heartbeat. It is all too fast, he needs to sit down, but this is his only chance to be with you.

ㅤBut he knew, he would, and could never, be the right one for you. Don’t let his bigger, more built body deceive you, he hasn’t emotionally matured yet. Unlike your boyfriend, who at least is ready to take responsibility. He isn’t ready. He’ll hurt you.

ㅤIt’s no surprise he turned you in.

“I’m sorry, [Y/N]”

ㅤCause us traitors never win.

a/n : this is pretty bad but i had an idea and i had to get it out somehow lol

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