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#please guys i spent like 3 hours on this LOL
LOL I hope Dogday and Catnap end up together after all the typical romantic comedy shenanigans!
How did Dogday get feelings for Catnap? I bet it was hard once Catnap went off the deep end…but did he ever feel the same about him before? I imagine they were both at least pretty good friends at one point…
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Dogday and Catnap were close since before they were turned into toys. I think kid Dogday (Im considering naming him Oskar) would protect Theo from bullies, and was worried sick when he just dissapeared one day. When they turned into toys, both Dogday and Catnap continued to be sort of close to each other. Catnap was isolated from the other Smiling Critters, and it was Dogday who would drag him to interact with everyone! I think this is when the mutual crush first started. Dogday saw a kind-hearted and shy friend who genuinely wanted to connect with others, while Catnap saw a ray of sunshine dragging him out of his misery corner in order to have him make friends with others.
For Dogday, Catnap was just everything he needed during that time: Someone who listens and is kind, not demanding much from him, much less getting mad at him for not doing things right. Catnap helped calm him down, and Dogday, touch and attention-starved, just caught himself suddenly developing an innocent crush on his best friend.
However, after the Hour of Joy, Catnap spent some time hiding with the Prototype as he taught him how to hunt. When he came back to the Playcare, he had changed. Hardened. He wasnt little Theo anymore, just like how Catnap wasnt little Oskar anymore. One became a hunter, the other, a leader. They clashed many times with Catnap wanting to go after other toys and the Smiling Critters not wanting to kill for their own survival. And when Catnap's religion became bigger than his own logic and morality, the two fell apart.
Below the cut are my thoughts on how their relationship went during the decade and after Angel rescued them!
Catnap did attack some of the Smiling Critters and he did tore off some of their limbs to feed the mini critters and himself. It was either that or starve, at least in his POV. Him crucifying Dogday consisted of him almost begging poor Oskar to quit with his morality and join him and Prototype. He wanted Dogday to listen, and he wanted to be together with his best friend, but tearing someone's stomach and legs off isnt the way to make them listen to you talk about how the guy who put everyone into this mess is the one and only true savior and god.
After Angel arrives at Playcare and saves not only Dogday but Miss Delight and even some of the mini critters, Catnap's world view start to shift, esp with how Angel treats him. "What happened to you?" is one of the first things they say to him, and Catnap, lonely and away from his dad/god and any company asides from the mini critters, just inevitably ends up getting attached to who he now sees as a messiah. This only gets worse after Angel saves Catnap's life.
Dogday... Oh, my poor baby. He DESPERATELY wanted Catnap to quit with the Prototype bullshit and just listen to him. They can hunt others, yes, but they shouldn't be cruel about it. They can confront the Prototype about putting them into this situation, they can leave Playtime Co, they can do anything, but please please please just LISTEN to him and STOP TALKING ABOUT THE PROTOTYPE AS IF HE'S A GOD. Dogday is ready to kill Catnap if necessary during Angel's time at Playcare, mind you, he just doesn't want to do that. And when Catnap is saved, guess who helps Angel treat his wounds? Yup, it's our big puppy.
Dogday feels guilt from letting his friends die, and feels anger at Catnap for helping with their deaths and for crucifying him. He wants Catnap to do better, but he feels like he lost him and will never get him back. And his happiness at seeing Catnap helping Angel is only for a moment, as he realizes Catnap just changed his god for Angel to fit the label.
After they confront Prototype and they leave the factory for good, they're both kind of lost. Catnap deep down knows neither Angel nor Prototype are gods, but what else are they for being able to survive such circumstances? And for Dogday, what else is there in the outside world, now that he feels more alone than ever before because his mind isn't busy with surviving anymore?
And then, BAM, every single Smiling Critter was actually alive. They're both shocked but happy at this, and begin to rekindle their relationship as they both agree that they're the only ones who can actually protect both their old friends and the newfound family they have. Their relationship at this point is two traumatized young adults trying to protect what they have of hope, still getting out of the survival instincts and way of life. They bicker a LOOOOT, but since day 1 from escaping they have sometimes slept next to each other because that's the only way they can fall asleep. They have so many conflicts but they are so much about each other in a way only they can truly understand (and also us but we don't count because we're just readers and players lmao).
With enough weeks passing by, and with enough long nights of these two being close and even playing with each other because they missed the other so much, they start talking. Untangling the mess. Catnap did apologize to Dogday when they were still inside Playtime Co, ofc, and he and Dogday had a moment when they saw the Sun for the first time since they were young children, but two conversations aren't enough to fix +5 years of hurt.
I think the mutual crush smacks them both in the head at the same time during the, like, third month of living with Angel. Sillies gotta be silly right?
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leafzterr · 2 months
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everything will be alright
piano bird song ^
just think this guy is silly and i love him rahhhh
tell me if my art sucks be honest
boo
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fivefeetfangirl · 5 months
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Fact checking my beloved <3
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neuvistar · 2 months
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AN ANGEL’S GIFT.
— featuring ┊sunday x fem!reader
— warnings / content warnings ┊all consensual! not proofread, cunnilingus, he plays w ur tits lol (t!tplay), established relationship, use of nicknames, mentions of breeding wooopeee (not rlly tbh its jus him yapping abt angel babies) a lil rushed but it’s okay! pt 2 will be out when i’m not lazy :3 | 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
— a/n ┊this might b a bit messy sincd it’s VERY late n i’m half asleep but i’ll correct things tmr! sunday has been on my mind 24/7 all day all night all morning it’s actually insanity.. sunday <33 tbh giys this doesn’t rlly have a specific theme.. it’s jus sunday eating u out n yapping abt giving u angel babies… instead of leaving n doing boring work business LMAO (the pt 2 will have more guys trust i’m jus a tad bit lazy..)
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“m—more sunday..”
the two of you spent a cherished night together in the hours before his impending departure to meet and discuss matters with the members of the IPC, catching news of them arriving to penacony a few days prior. in all honesty, you wanted this to last as long as it can.. you missed sunday’s touched, and he missed yours. as sunday caressed and kissed your body, your soft squirms and moans filled him with a pleasant sensation of affection for you. the halovian savored the moment as much as he could, cherishing every last bit of intimacy and closeness between the two of you. “you’ve always impressed me, my angel. it brings me pure joy hearing all sorts of sounds leaving your pretty lips.” soft moans that escaped your lips and the gentle caress of your fingers through his hair stirred up a pleasant sensation within him. even the sight of you wrapped up in his arms, his lips kissing your sensitive skin as your body writhes in pleasure, it made him feel the immense satisfaction and fondness between you two. even that, your presence itself brought sunday immense joy, and he made sure to relish every single moment together with you.
"please... don't stop..." your voice cracked slightly, betraying your own need. a chuckle rumbled from your husband’s throat as he leaned in closer. sunday grabbed hold of the hem of your shirt. with one powerful yank, it ripped clean off your body, revealing your lacy bra underneath. you gasped in surprise, your breasts jiggling slightly as they were exposed to his hungry gaze.. he could feel his cock throbbed even harder, practically leaping out of his pants at the sight of your firm breasts.
"so beautiful, my girl.” trailing his tongue along your collarbone, stopping just short of your neck. sunday’s hands moved downwards, roughly palming your breasts through the thin fabric of your bra.. aeons, they were soft and supple just like be remembered, heavy with anticipation. “it would be such a wonderful sight see these pretty things leak with milk don’t you think, sweetheart?” with a chuckle of desire, he ripped the bra apart as well, freeing your breasts from their restrictive confines. “think about it, my angel,” he pinched your nipples, earning another sharp gasp from you. “imagine.. your belly round and full with my heirs, your breasts heavy with their milk.”
his hot breath fanning over your sensitive nipples caught you by surprise, his talented tongue traced slow, teasing circles around your nipple, closing his lips around it as he sucked greedily. sunday’s tongue flicked and swirled around the sensitive tip, tasting your flesh.. breathing in your aroma, that same aroma that drove him to the edge. “talk to me, baby. what do you say? do you like the idea of that.. hm?” his hands roamed downward, lifting your skirt and pushing your panties aside in one swift motion, exposing your pussy to his hungry gaze.
“hng.. i mean, i’m not against the idea.. it’s just that..” you lost your composure completely when sunday went even lower down to your region, his tongue darted in and out of your folds unexpectedly. “ah.. hey! aren’t you supposed to be meeting with the IPC—“
“shush baby, work can wait.” sunday could feel your arousal building up, your body arched slightly as he continued his brutal attack on your sensitive cunt. his large hands and held your legs wide open, giving him full access to his feast as the wings that protruded from each side of his head tickled your skin. his tongue probed deeper, finding your core and teasing it with quick flicks. you were so vulnerable under him, and it turned him on even more. "i’ll make sure to take good care of you, but remember who's in charge here.. just enjoy my tongue. you should be grateful i’m here giving you attention you wanted for days rather than talking with them.”
your husband’s tongue flickered against your cunt once more, causing you to arch your back slightly. sunday was relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure, determined to make you feel good. "you’re so fucking small, angel.. it’s driving me insane." sunday’s voice was muffled by your flesh, he could feel the adrenaline coursing through your body every time his tongue explored every inch of her. "so innocent, yet so brave... fascinating." feeling your warmth envelop his face was like heaven to him, he wanted nothing more than to show you just how much he loved moments like these. the halovian reached up and grabbed your hips, guiding your movements against his face. goodness.. it was like he wanted you to suffocate him. “a place filled with life and chaos... much like your body." he licked and sucked at your folds, the rough muscle of his wetness swirling around your clit , his nostrils breathing in the scent of your arousal.
“to feel my tongue fucking and sucking this perfect little cunt.. this is truly an angel’s gift is it not, my wife?”
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ME AGAIN!!! WITH A SAL X READER REQUEST (again) THIS TIME AIDJSJDH. a porn one at that !!!!
i need sal so bad its an actual problem
just like. imagine reader n the gang r havin a little sleepover. and reader is just so inconsolably turned on for some reason (maybe sal had his hand on their thigh when they watched a movie or smthin), so when everyone is asleep they asks sal to help them out :,,,) (his fingers r just so long n pretty,, they cant help but want them lol)
mayb he has to keep them quiet somehow, mayb covers their mouth/puts his fingers in their mouth to muffle them
hes so shy and nervous and awkward but he’s having the time of his life, watching the reader’s reactions. mayb he cant help but get himself off too, too enraptured by the way reader struggles to gasp and whine against his fingers
GOD DAMN.
would love if u wrote this mootie 🫶🏼🫶🏼 no pressure ofc ofc ofc !! (fem bodied reader pls if u dont mind <3!)
(i might write this too, i love my mind sometimes 🙏)
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hey mootie!! Im giving you the fast pass because all the jjk stuff you repost got me into the series and I’m loving it, also cus you’re AMAZING! All characters are aged 20+ because this is based in chapter five of course, please do enjoy! :) (and for everyone waiting for their Hazbin requests to be filled - IT IS COMING! I am a busy woman.) 
Needy - Sal Fisher X Fem!Reader
words : 2k, warnings : SPICAYYYY!!, creampie, fingering, slightly public, needy!sal AND needy!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys, c’mon), hold the moan trope
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The entire gang had been having more sleepovers ever since Sal and Todd had found the new house. Larry was moving in so it was just the normal next step, and you loved coming over so much. More specifically to spend time with your boyfriend, but also just to feel like old times again. Even Ash came from the city every once and a while, and this was one of those days.
Since it was Larry’s last day living in the Apartments, you had all agreed to made the most out of that small basement apartment you had spent so much of your awkward teen years in. You had been doing all the same shit you used to all day - smoking in the treehouse, playing card games for hours. 
You and Sal huddled up around his old gamebuddy, playing the games Larry had kept long forgotten in the corners of his room, Larry and Ash painting on a shared canvas, chatting about life while Larry’s old metal mixtapes blasted in the background, and Todd and Neil cuddled up on the beanbag in the corner, occasionally joining in their conversation, but mostly just cuddled up and enjoying each others company. All of this was wonderful, nostalgic - even healing. 
That was all up until Sal quietly suggested you all watched an old horror movie, and you were all huddled together in the dark, you with Sal leaning on your shoulder on your right, and Ash on your left, giggling and nudging you like old times. Larry laid out casually on the floor in front of you all because of how shit his eyes were from years of refusing glasses. Which should’ve been fine.
In fact - it was fine. Until Sal decided it would be a wonderful idea to put his hand on your thigh. Your bare thigh, just below where your miniskirt started. And even that - even that, you could’ve survived with some unwanted heat in your panties. But no, the blue fucker jumped at one of the scenes, hand sliding up the inside of your thigh to accidentally drag your skirt up, his hand knocking against your warm core - hand rubbing up against your clothed clit as he pulled his hand away, and all you could do was pull your hand away from where it was sweetly brushing through Ashley’s hair like you used to do, straight to your face to hide the unbelievably needy whine you would’ve let out.
“you okay?” Ashley whispers softly, looking over to you and you just nod quickly, watching her go back to watching the movie before shooting Sal a venomous glance, which he avoids nervously, already feeling your stare of death shoot through the side of his head. You pierced your lips together, putting one leg over the other and squeezing your thighs firmly shut, Sal’s hand now comfortably resting much, much lower on your thigh. Practically on your calve, as he preferred not to die tonight. 
But that’s when it started, the unwanted slick already gently collecting in your panties, your mind running through all the things you wanted to do to him - what you wanted him to do to you. God, your mind was like a dog in heat. You couldn’t even bear to focus on the movie, sitting there, cautiously eyeing up your dead silent boyfriend. His shirt ridden up his stomach just oh-so-slightly from the way he was slouched back, soft happy trail of blue peeking out from under his shirt. God, what you would do to pull those stupid red torn up jeans down - not even fully - and ride him until he was shooting blanks and sobbing under you. 
That is how it went on for the rest of the movie. That is exactly how it went on when you all decided the sleeping plan. That is where your mind still was when you and Sal decided to take the pullout couch, Todd and Neil in Lisa’s old room, and Larry sleeping on his bed with Ashley on a cot on his floor. With the thinnest fucking walls known to man kind. You should know - you grew up with the same ones. 
Sal yawned as he laid next to you, mask placed softly on the table right beside the couch, as well as his glass eye floating in a cup, looking at you nervously as he pulled the covers up over himself too, gently wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into him from behind, expecting you to be asleep by now - you were a heavy sleeper, he was an insomniac. It worked out like that. Until he heard a soft, half-whine of a whisper come from you. 
“S-sal..” you mumbled softly, pressing yourself back against him, causing him to let out a soft whine of his own, hand around your waist flinching ever so softly. “P-please baby, need you so bad..” you mumbled out softly, turning around to face him, seeing the needy tears in your eyes had him melting as well, piercing his lips together as he grips softly at your side.
“N-no, you know how thin these walls are - I’m sorry about earlier, but..” he says nervously as he watches you whine and writhe softly, pressing yourself up against him, one hand on his chest. That’s when you decide to make the move, grabbing his hand and moving to in-between your legs so he can feel how absolutely soaked through your panties are, causing him to experimentally run his fingers over them, biting down on his scarred lip so hard he’s concerned it might bleed. You can’t help a choked whine and a buck of your hips against his hand at that, looking up at him with those needy eyes. Fuck. 
He doesn’t say a word as he puts two shaky fingers to your lips, and you wrap your mouth around them without question, twirling your tongue around them and sucking on them like your life depended on it, all while he shakily pulled you panties to the side, prodding his fingers at your soaked hole, a quiet ‘fuck.’ Escaping his mouth when he slides one in with ease, feeling the vibrations around his fingers as you whine. “G-gotta be quiet, please - we h have to be quiet..” he mumbles out messily as he feels his cock throb to life in his sleep shorts, smearing precum across his thigh when he feels your cunt clench needily around his fingers.
He lets out a sigh of relief when you quickly nod at him, squeezing your eyes shut as he slowly starts to curl his long fingers inside of you, the obscene squealing noise making him whimper softly, hips accidentally bucking softly against your thigh as his cock tries to find some sort of friction - daydreaming about how easily he could slip inside you right now with how wet you are - how you would feel around his cock, velvety walks clenching around him and providing him that oh so delicious friction he was searching for. 
His thumb moves to gently circle your clit as you start to find a slow grinding rhythm against his hand, practically riding his fingers as he finds that delicious spongy spot on your walls and pushes his fingers up against it, causing your cunt to give another urgent and needy clench, more slick falling into his palm, making a mess as he tries his best not to whine himself.
The slippery sounds of friction, the feeling of your thigh twitching pressed up right against his own throbbing problem, or the way his fingertips are pressing up against the entrance to your throat, the way his other fingertips are pressed up against your velvety walls. It’s driving him beyond insane, to the point he’s thinking he might cum in his sleep shorts if it continues this way. And he didn’t bring an extra pair - and it would just be a waste if he didn’t cum inside of you - not while you were practically begging for it.  
“B-baby.” He whines out, catching your attention for a second, tears of pleasure falling softly down your face as your hips still, whining against his hand from the way you stopped while being so close - it was beyond downright embarrassing how quickly you were about to cum, and you were honestly glad he stopped you. “C-can i please put it in? J-just the tip, please baby, ‘s so sensitive. Need you so bad.” He whines quietly and softly, pressing his hard on against your thigh to back up his own statement, whining softly again. “Just wann’ cum inside you, please…” he whispers, watching you nod eagerly.
Pulling his fingers out of you with an obscenely wet pop, pulling your soaked panties to the side and he lets out an erotic sigh pressing his face into the crook of your neck as he pulled his shorts down, cock slapping to attention against his abdomen, precum beading from the sensitive tip as he shakily pulled your hips up, grabbing the base of his cock and gently rubbing it against your entrance, and you could hear how wet you were when he moved his tip to part your drenched lips and drag through them, whining into the crook of your neck as you grabbed his shoulders, brain fuzzy with the way his hot tip felt rubbing against your clit, sticky with your own slick. 
He bit down hard on your shoulder as his tip popped past the tight ring of muscles of your entrance, desperately rutting against you, trying not to whine or let slip how good it felt to be inside you - the way your hot, heady slick insides felt like they were trying to pull him in deeper. His hand cupped your mouth quickly, stopping you from making a sound as he gently pushed himself further inside you, feeling you grip tightly at his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh as he broke his promise, pushing his cock inside of you, inch by desperate inch, trying not to slam his entire cock into you at once - which was unbelievably hard, considering how wet you were, and how desperate he was - his tip prodded at your cervix, making you jerk forward, groaning against the palm of his hand.
He rutted into you desperately, not daring to thrust properly, letting everyone else hear how wet and desperate you were, or even worse, how even needier he was for you, the head of his cock bumping against your sweet spot, the only sound in the air being the quiet sounds of your muffled whines, and the quiet rustling of sheets as he ground into you, abdomen rubbing against your clit as he did so, bringing you to the edge so much faster than you ever expected, cunt clenching around him, the sign that you were about to cum. He just nodded into the nape of your neck, hips refusing to stop. 
“m-me too, fuck, me too, me too ‘m gonna cum, ‘s too tight, ‘s so warm.” He half whines, half whispers right into your neck as he detaches his teeth from your shoulder for a second, before hurriedly latching them back onto your neck as you feel his cock violently twitch inside you, whining desperately into his hand as you felt yourself start to cum, cunt clenching around him desperately, slick flooding from you and creating an obscene squelching between you two as you spasmed and arched under him. 
He groaned into your neck as he quickly pulled his face from your neck, smashing his lips desperately against yours, muffling his own groans as he pushes himself as deep into you as he can go, cumming hot ropes into you as he stills, thighs twitching as he pulls his mouth from you, both of you panting and catching your breaths, feeling the warm liquid pool out of you and spill onto Sal’s abdomen as he lets out a small and raspy chuckle, still catching his breath.
 “You’re going to be the fucking death of me.” 
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leossmoonn · 5 months
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Welcome back, Sara!!! For a fluffy Mike idea, maybe just a cozy rainy day spent at home with Mike and Abby? Like watching movies with cups of hot cocoa under a mountain of blankets, and all that jazz
Hi Logan ☺️☺️☺️ thanks for sending this in. I’m always afraid of writing fluff fics bc like everyone wants the smut, but it’s reassuring to have this put in lol
it’s a sunday and mike just so happens to have the day off. he’s been working long and hard hours and you convinced him to take the day off. you and abby are so excited; you two planned the whole day from the moment you woke up to the time it was time for abby to sleep. unfortunately, it’s rainy and a sudden wind chill swept through. none of you need to get sick and mike didn’t want to make making abby carry an umbrella, so you make the quick decision to stay in. abby’s a little disappointed, but you try to make up for it.
the first thing you and mike do in the morning is make a fort with abby. and not just a little four corners fort. no, she makes you cover the entire living room with blankets. even the tv was included! you and mike are dragged into some play-pretend games. for a lot of them mike’s forced to play some sort of villan.
“why can’t i play the hero, abby?” mike frowns. “because that’s her job!” abby points to you.
mike gives you a look and you shrug. “abby’s the director here. cant fight with the boss.”
mike rolls his eyes, wanting to get out of the humid blankets and sleep, but he knows how happy this makes abby. and even though abby is making him play the bad guy, he knows she means it out of love and he also loves getting to spend as much time with abby as he can. watching you act is pretty cute as well.
once abby gets bored of playing in her fort — which is like 3 hours later — she decides she wants to watch a movie.
“let’s clean up first, yeah?” mike suggests. “no! let’s keep the fort up to watch the movie!” abby says.
“abby, no. we had our fun with the fort. it’s time to turn the house back to normal,” mike says. “please say we can keep the fort up!” abby pouts as she looks up at you.
mike gives you a warning look, but you can’t say no to abby. “let’s just keep the fort up for the movie, yeah?”
abby squeals and wiggles back into the fort. mike glares at you. “she’s never going to want to take it down.”
“she will when it’s time for bed, which is hours away.” you step closer to him, gently putting your hand on his shoulder. “how about i pop some popcorn — the real stuff on the stove — and i make us some hot coca, okay?”
well, who was mike to turn down stove-popped popcorn and hot cocoa. he felt like a little kid again. it doesn’t help that you and abby’s pouty faces were ganging up on him. he sighs in defeat and nods, crossing his arms around his chest.
“fine, but after the movie, we will clean all this up, okay?”
“of course,” you nod. you turn to abby who is lit up with excitement. “can i pick the movie?”
“yep! do you want any popcorn?” you ask her. “yes. can you put m&ms in mine?” she asks. “you got it, babe,” you answer.
you three settle in the fort, abby laying on her stomach right in front of the tv. she chose “Lady and The Tramp”, which was one of her more enjoyable movie choices.
“mike, you’re kind of like the tramp,” abby comments, popping a handful of popcorn and m&ms into her mouth.
you begin to laugh but cover it up with a cough when mike shoots you a glare. “abby, that’s not very nice.”
“he knows it’s true,” she says, kicking her feet up and dangling them in the air. “And you’re like Lady.”
you glance at mike, a small smile on your face. you lean into him, your nose brushing against the scruff on his cheek. “i think what she’s trying to say is that we are perfect for each other.”
the tips of his ears turn pink. he wraps his arm around you, pulling you in so your head rests on his shoulder. “she could’ve said it differently, though.”
you giggle, “nah, i think it’s accurate.” he rolls his eyes, but there’s no denying the smile on his face and twinkle in his eye.
mike ends up falling asleep towards the end of the movie. his head rests on your chest, both arms around your waist to hold you close. your hands are in his hair, massaging his scalp while the credits roll.
“why is he so tired all the time?” abby pouts. “he works a lot,” you say. “but i’m sure he’ll wake up soon. why don’t you help me clean the fort up?”
“do i have to?” abby frowns. “i think mike would appreciate that,” you say.
“ugh, fine. but only if we can have pancakes for dinner.”
you grin and nod, “you got it.”
mike wakes up to the smell of chocolate chip pancakes. he twists and turns on the floor, the sizzle of bacon him bringing him into consciousness. he begins to open his eyes, his back beginning to ache from sleeping on the floor. he hears some giggling coming from the kitchen, sitting himself up on his elbow and peering over the couch. you’re at the stove, a spatula in your hand. abby’s sitting at the table, crayons littering the wood.
“look who’s up!” you exclaim. mike groans softly as he sits up, using the couch as a crutch to stand up. “i’m sorry i fell asleep. between the rain and the pillows —”
“shush,” you cut him off. he walks over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist, his fingers tracing sliver of skin on the small of your back that’s exposed. “i ruined our day.”
“no, you didn’t. right, abs?” you turn to her. “you did snore a lot, but you didn’t,” she says. you smile at mike, “see? all is well.”
“smells good.” he mumbles as he wraps both arms around your waist, placing his chin onto your shoulder.
“me or the food?” you glance at him with a teasing smile. he takes a not-so-nonchalant inhale of your skin. “both,” he answers.
“ew!” abby grimaces behind you two. you and mike both laugh and he presses a kiss to your cheek before pulling away. he brings some plates and silverware out, sitting across from abby and waiting for the food.
mike stares as you two discuss abby’s drawing. he can’t wipe the smiles off of his face. his life was never perfect and he knew it was never going to be, but if he could just keep this — keep you two — he would then be able to call it perfect.
“mike,” abby says with a little pout. “what’s up?” he asks.
“do you have to go back to work tomorrow?” she asks. “i do, but you also have to go back to school,” he states.
“i don’t want to,” she says. mike sighs, the calmness from his body fleeting. “you don’t have a choice, abby. i’m sorry.”
“i… i just mean… i want this day to last forever.”
his eyes widen and glance up at you. you’re rubbing her back soothingly, giving him an encouraging smile.
“maybe we can do something special for dinner again tomorrow,” you suggest. “we can watch a movie and even eat dinner on the couch.”
abby’s face lights up and she nods. “okay! can i pick the movie again?”
“only if you don’t compare me to a dog again,” mike says. abby giggles and puts a forkful of pancakes in her mouth before speaking again. “we’ll see,” she quips.
mike looks back at you, placing his hand inside of yours on the table. your feet slides up his calf, your eyes soft as you look over his face. his heart warms and for the first time in a while, he feels at peace.
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guttednights · 2 months
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your bar.
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You've worked in the same bar for the past 3 years. It's fairly common for military men to come in and get drinks together. It's always soap, gaz, price, and the one in a mask.
One night you finally speak to the guy in the skull mask. "your name is?" as he looks at you, his cold eyes lighten.
"ghost," he said gruffly when soap elbowed him, he shot soap a glare and sighed making eye contact with you. "Simon. simon Riley." he gruffs.
you can't help but smile. "well then Simon Riley. want your usual?"
"Please," he says coldly
you and your friend spent the rest of the night talking about simon. "god i dont know what it is about him but." "jeez.."
"oh ew! shut up" your friend replies walking to the other side of the bar
you giggle "ah cmon, its not as nasty as you and your thing for that old one.
she giggles. "price is hot because hes a gentle man. simon just looks like he could hurt anyone."
"thats what i like" "feels like hed go to jail for me"
She rolls her eyes "okay mrs delusional."
the next few days some tension between you and simon grew. he cant keep his eyes off you. your literal eyecandy to him. and you notice.
"sarah he keeps staring" you say entering the back to "refill something"
she squeals. "girl hes so into you!"
you roll your eyes, "oh whatever."
Later that night soap walks up to the bar,
"hey y/n, you know my big friend Simon? ya he wants ye number"
your heart practically stops beating. "uh.. yeah sure here" You quickly write it on a napkin and hand it to him. you watch as soap runs away like a schoolgirl giggling to Simon as he hands it to him.
the whole rest of the night you were shocked. The big huffy man you think is hot wanted your number?
around 2 am you jolt awake as your phone buzzes. you grab your phone, its him.
"hey gorgeous its simon, or "big masked man"
"Hi simon" god you cant believe this is happening is this real?
"you should be asleep. what you doing up?"
ur heart flutters, (GOING FERAL LIKE YES PLS BOSS ME AROUND) "couldnt sleep"
"any reason why?"
(yes Simon ur the reason why) "nope no praticular reason why, just one of those nights."
"alright. want to get coffee tomorrow?"
"coffee?!" you think to yourself "Omg it's happening.."
"id love to get coffee"
"great. ill see you at happy cafs tomorrow at 9 am."
"see you there"
your freaking out literally, the man of your literal dreams is asking to go out on a coffee date?! Is it a date..?
"is this considered a date?" you text him a few minutes later
"yes, sweetheart. it's considered a date lol"
you throw your phone across the room screaming and kicking your feet. you can't sleep the rest of the night. too busy thinking about what to wear. finally at 6 am you give up and hit the shower, then walk to your closet. "god do I wear a dress? jeans hoodie?" finally you decide on a long-sleeved black dress, perfect for winter. you straighten your hair, do your makeup, and hype yourself up.
8:55 and you're a minute away from the cafe when u see him pull up. your heart drops. you're so excited yet so nervous, u practically black out until you bump into him.
"op, watch out there" he chuckles, "looking at your feet while you walk sweetheart or?"
you chuckle, "Sorry lost in my thoughts." sweetheart?! You can't help but blush as he puts his hand on the lower part of your back and directs you inside. you both sit down at a booth and a waitress comes over. you both order and wait.
you can't help but stare at him, even tho you haven't seen his face his eyes just capture you.
"I'm not gonna lie, sweetheart,. I can't keep my eyes off you at the bar,"
"might as well claim ye before you are no longer available" he smirks as you blush and look away
you spend the next 3 hours just talking getting to know him. And before you know it, (in a few weeks of course) you are dating, officially his. the man of your dreams is officially yours.
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side notes: i dont know if i like this tbh. it feels really long and i almost lost what else to say. if u want a part 2 (MAYBE SMUTTY VERS. i can do it lmk!!!)
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Hello! As asked, this is a version of jealousy sex with Poe :3 I hope you like it and enjoy it! :)
CW/TW: NSFW, fem!reader, jealousy, Poe tries spanking the reader..ends up unsuccessfully, subby Poe, insecure Poe, body worship, he begs for reassurance and praise, oral!fem receiving, vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, sliiiight overstimulation, reassurance and apologizing (reader), reader got Poe a gift and used Ranpo as a helper lol, creampie, if I forgot anything please let me know! :)
I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)
Jealousy sex || Poe x Reader
Poe and you had a very loving, trustful relationship. He enjoys spoiling you and is by no means shy to show how much you mean to him. You are his favorite person in the whole world and he makes sure you know that.
As anxious and jittery as he can be, your presence truly calms him down. 
For the most part.
"I am going out, see you later!" you yell out as you close the door behind you.
Going out? You haven't mentioned anything about going out. Well, it should be fine.
Poe keeps thinking to himself for a moment, but quickly gets back to work. He trusts you.
As you finally come back home, after a two hours or so, with huge bags inside your hands, you take your shoes off before you go to greet your beloved partner. 
"I am back! How is writing going?" you ask in a softer tone as you clumsily close the door behind yourself, given the amount of bags.
"I was just about to take a break…" Poe says in a slightly distracted tone as he finishes up the writing. He finally lifts his head in your direction, his bangs covering his gaze.
"What is all of that?" he asks, tone confused as he points to the bags.
"Oh! Um..well..right! Uh, I went shopping with Ranpo!" you finally voice out. 
Why are you so nervous about it? Is there something else?
"Oh..you don't usually go out with him. Did you have fun?" Poe asks in a gentle tone as you drop the bags to the side, Karl immediately jumping on you to cuddle. You pet his head as you bounce him around like he is a baby. Well, he kind of is.
"I did, yes." you nod as you take out a bigger piece of watermelon you bought specifically for Karl out of your shopping bags and hand it to him. He happily takes it, producing noises of excitement, as he jumps away from you and goes into hiding to eat. 
"We went to a farmer's market, candy store, obviously, a bookstore.." you stop for a moment to think about where else have you been with Ranpo.
"A bookstore?" Poe's tone is almost hurt as he lets out a faint gasp.
But bookstores are your guys' thing.
"Yes, why?" you don't even wait for him to answer as you continue chatting about your time spent with Ranpo.
"Anyways, Ranpo is much more fun than I expected. You really are amazed by him for a good reason. He is awfully smart." you keep on praising his friend for a while and Poe can't help but feel a little bit...annoyed. You slowly walk up to him and sit down on his table.
"Then he told me how he won against you like years ago and I was very surprised, I must say." you give him a glance and he can notice a little smile on your face. Poe feels a wave of nervousness wash over him as he remains silent.
"You never told me that, why?" you tilt your head, your smile spreading as your gaze never leaves his worried face.
"Uh..I-" he gulps, feeling a mixture of irritation and anxiety.
"Were you embarrassed? If so, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. He is a genius, after all." you sigh out as you look up, but Poe thinks that there is admiration in your gaze which he highly dislikes. That look was meant for him and him only. He can't help himself but tense up which doesn't go unnoticed by you. 
"No need to get nervous, I am sure you did your best, he was just better." you say without thinking about your own words. Poe's anxiety subsides completely, taken over by pure annoyance and irritation. He suddenly gets up from his chair, finding himself standing between your legs as he leans his face closer to yours, voice shaky.
"I really need you to stop talking now." his warm breath spreads over your lips, making them tremble. Your body begins to warm up, and even though you are still unsure about the reason behind his sudden reaction, you lean closer. He places his hands on your hips, hesitating for a moment. Neither of you are really used to Poe being in charge, it felt exciting for you, but a tad bit scary for him. 
However, as soon as your words echo in his mind again, he swiftly places his lips on yours, trying to make them die out. Your lips part together, tongues quickly finding each other and moving at an eager, almost rough pace. Poe squeezes your thighs before he moves his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him. You wrap your arms around his neck as his lips wrap around your bottom lip, sucking it in slightly as the tip of his tongue brushes over it. He begins clumsily undoing your pants and you slide off of the table to help him. Your kiss grows more passionate and rougher as he finally slides your pants and underwear down your legs as far as he can reach.
You sit back up on the table and he breaks the kiss, taking them off completely. He swiftly pulls you off the table, not even removing your shirt as there is only one thought inside his head. He roughly turns you around, pressing your ass against his hard cock. More heat spreads inside your body as he has never been like this. Poe was usually always very soft and delicate with you, but not now it seems. It makes your pussy leak more precum as you feel him squeezing and gliding his hands over your ass.
His cock gets harder, putting more pressure on your ass and you can feel his hand growing shaky. Suddenly, he lands a slap on one of your ass cheeks which makes your hips jolt forward, a sharp whimper escaping your throat. He never did this before and you can feel your confusion get overpowered by excitement.
You didn't think much about it and he didn't give you much time either as he landed another shaky spank on the same spot. You let out a softer whimper this time. Nothing happens for a good moment and you want to turn your head around as Poe lands another slap on your other ass cheek, this time harsher, more confident one. He repeats the action almost immediately and you let out a sharp yelp, your hips twitching into the table. Poe raises his hand again and you prepare yourself for another spank, but he softly puts it on your ass, soothing over the sensitive skin.
"I am sorry, so sorry. Did I hurt you?" he asks in a lower, less confident tone as he keeps soothing your barely spanked ass. He leans in and begins placing kisses all over the skin he was spanking just a moment ago.
"No, not at all." you reply with a light chuckle as more little "sorry's" get whispered into your skin between the kisses. He snakes his hands underneath your shirt and you lift yourself to help him take it off. As soon as he does, he drops it on the ground, clumsily undoing your bra and you slide it down your arms, back still turned to him. Poe immediately begins kissing your exposed back, starting from your nape and slowly moving down your spine. You drop the bra to the side and sigh out in enjoyment as his soft, wet lips kiss your spine.
He continues kissing your back, this time his attention on your shoulder blades. He kisses one of them, tracing his way in more kisses to the other one. He slowly moves down, covering the soft skin of both sides around your spine. He reaches your hips, kissing the area between them and moves lower, placing more quick ones over your ass. You let a faint breath out as he begins kissing the back of your thighs, giving both equal attention and love. Your lower tummy tingles in excitement as he is practically on his knees.
He places the tip of his tongue on the sensitive, thin skin behind your knee and shakily licks his way up, finishing right beneath your ass. At this point, your precum is almost leaking down in-between your thighs. He repeats the process on the other backside of your thigh, licking the full length of it. He straightens himself, gently turning you around and you sit back on the table as his hands slide up and down your thighs, spreading them. Poe leans his face close to your neck, painting it whole in soft kisses of apology. Another weak "I am sorry" is whispered in your skin and you let out a soft whimper as he kisses your collarbones, his trembling lips sending shivers down your spine.
"It's okay, it was interesting seeing you like this. What got you so worked up?" you whisper as you place your hand on top of his head, fingers barely brushing through his soft hair. He remains silent as he kisses your chest area, placing a hesitant and quick kitten lick on both of your nipples. You let out a mellow whimper as he kisses down your tummy. You pull away your hand, using both of your hands to support you from the back as he reaches your lower tummy. He pulls the chair and sits down, perfectly aligning his face with your pretty pussy. He gently holds your ankles up in the air, alternately tracing more kisses over both of your calves. His lips reach your inner thighs where he does exactly the same, covering them in his loving kisses.
Poe gently puts your legs on his shoulders as he leans in, a shaky breath warming up your pussy and making you tremble. He appreciates you being exposed like this for a few seconds before he delicately licks your outer lips. He lets a quivery breath out, sending more goosebumps through your body as you let out a dim whimper. His tongue brushes over your clit and inner lips as he moves his head left and right in quick, small motions. Upon feeling your precum melting on the tip of his tongue, he lets out a whimper before he settles on your clit. Poe begins by placing a few quick kitten licks on it, slowly changing his pace to a more steady and circular one. His movement is soft and delicate, but as soon as he hears you let out a couple of faint moans and feels the way your thighs squeeze around him, he begins moving his tongue in a quicker manner. You move one of your hands into his hair, pushing his bangs back as you watch him pleasure you.
He lets out a soft whimper as he moves his head up and down, while his tongue moves in zig-zag motion over your inner lips and clit. Your thighs squeeze his head once more as he focuses on your clit only again, wrapping his lips around it and begins sucking in a quite greedy manner. His tongue keeps brushing over your clit as he keeps on sucking it, warmth swirling in your lower tummy as he does. You let out louder moans as he lets one of your legs fall off his shoulder and pushes your leg away, spreading you more for him. He keeps greedily and hungrily sucking on your clit, a few muffled whimpers getting stuck inside his throat. Your grip on his hair tightens as your legs get weaker. You angle your hips towards him just a bit more and the sensation becomes clearer and stronger.
You throw your head back as Poe's lips shakily unwrap away from your clit, now only using his tongue, moving it in a quick up and down motion. You suck in a breath between your teeth as your orgasm approaches fast, your lower tummy forming a pulsating knot of warmth. More louder moans occupy your throat as Poe squeezes your legs, eagerly moving his tongue and stimulating your whole clit. You feel the first wave of your orgasm and your grip on his soft hair tightens resulting in a small snivel from Poe, but he doesn't stop, too eager to please you to care. You let out a sharp moan as your orgasm finally breaks down completely, an intense heat tingling in your lower tummy leaving your legs to shake.
Your hips quiver as your climax slowly melts away, but again, Poe doesn't stop, moreover, he brings his hand to your inner lips and slides two of his fingers inside your drooling cunt. You gasp in as he does, sort of sensitive. He curls his fingers and starts stimulating your g-spot as his lips wrap around your clit again, eagerly sucking on it. A sharp breath escapes your lungs as your pussy clenches around his fingers. Your lower tummy feels weak and tender, but the pleasurable sensation makes you moan as your hips twitch.
Poe switches the movement of his fingers, now sliding them in and out easily, pressuring all of your sweet spots inside while he keeps on sucking your clit. Your breathing becomes quick and heavy, your legs feel unresponsive as your body feels like it's burning from all the pleasure he was providing. Poe slowly lets go of your clit, barely looking up as he speaks.
"Am I good enough for you?" he asks rather shyly, his eyes lickerish but insecure.
"Of course you are. What makes you think you are not?" you ask a bit breathless as he keeps on pumping his fingers in and out of you.
"It's nothing..but, am I doing good for you?" he asks, his gaze moving to the side.
"You are doing great, baby, just keep going." you reassure him and he nods, quickly finding himself back on your clit.
He speeds up the movement of his fingers, relentlessly rubbing your g-spot with them as his sucking becomes more desperate. You let out a loud, sharp moan as his fingertips pressure your g-spot while his tongue faints over your clit in more consistent fashion. You feel another wave of strong heat spread inside your body as your hips begin moving on their own, eager for another orgasm.
"Please tell me I am good." is to be heard in the moment when Poe lets go of your clit just for a quick second before continuing the previous action. You swallow your own moan as you speak up.
"You are so good for me." you whisper, voice shaking slightly as another orgasm builds up.
"More, tell me more, please." he whispers quickly, his voice whiny and needy.
"You are doing such a good job, such a perfect boy for me." you say softly, voice still trembling. Poe whimpers in your cunt, sending vibrations through your body. You let out a louder moan as he speeds up his fingers, not giving a single break to your sweet spot. He keeps on sucking your clit like a man starved. Your hips start to twitch as your orgasm slowly comes in a few mellow waves. Your cunt clenches around his fingers as you feel the intense heat spreading through your body.
"Keep going, you are so good! So good." you moan out your words loudly as you feel your release reaches its peak. Your legs shake as Poe keeps going, his little whimpers getting buried in your pussy. You pull on his hair roughly, pushing him in your needy cunt as you let out shaky moans. Poe slows down the movement of his fingers, teasing the end of your orgasm as he slowly unwraps his lips, placing a soft kiss on top of your sensitive clit.
Your grip on his hair softens as you let go of it, breathing heavily. Poe stands up, placing his hand on your lower back to keep you in place as he uses his hip to spread your other leg more. He rests his head between your neck and shoulder, looking down. He puts his fingertips on your overly responsive clit, earning a gasp from you as he begins rubbing circles on it. 
"Too much." you try to push his hand away before he whispers.
"Are you happy with me?" his voice is quiet and soft as he remains on stimulating your clit.
"O-of course I am happy, what makes you think I am not?" you try to keep your voice steady, but your hips end up playing into his movement, slightly moving back and forth. Your pussy keeps on clenching around nothing to ease up the sensation as it feels a bit too much, but too enjoyable.
Poe remains silent once again as he keeps drawing circles on your clit. He speeds up his movement a little bit, making you choke out a guttural, deep moan as it sends jolting sensation through your groins and legs. You begin shaking a bit, but Poe pushes on your lower back, making you take it regardless.
"I need you to tell me more, please." he whispers and your eyes roll back as there is unbearable tingling heat inside your body. A teasing smile appears on your face in the middle of it all.
"I want you to fuck me. Can you do that?" you ask in a lustful, dirty tone and he suddenly stops his movement, hand shaky.
"Wh..what?" he asks you in an obviously shy, but surprised tone.
"You seem tense. I am not usually this straightforward with you, aren't I?" you chuckle a bit.
"I want you to fuck me so you could earn all the praises you seem so needy for today. Sounds good?" you whisper with a teasing smile as Poe moves away from you. He stands between your legs, a bit hesitant. He obviously wanted to, but he disliked being put on the spot so suddenly.
"You will be a good boy and do that for me, right?" you ask in a lower tone as you wrap your legs around his hips and pull him closer.
"Or...are you too shy to please me like that? That's okay, I could just-"
He doesn't even want to hear the end of that sentence, fearing for the worst.
"No, let me." he cuts you off, still a little bit hesitant as you let go of his hips. He takes his pants and boxers off, letting them drop down to his ankles, exposing his slim, longish cock. He was hard, precum bubbling on his tip. You angle your hips towards him as he comes closer, shakily aligning his cock with your inner lips. He lets out a little whimper as he feels how wet you are.
"I just really want to please you." he says shyly as he slides his cock inside you with one long stroke. You let out a sudden moan as you wrap your arms around his neck. His thrusts are slow and precise, soft whimpers spilling from his lips.
"You always please me. Why are you so worried?" you ask a bit breathless as he keeps on pumping his fingers in and out of you.
"It's nothing..but, am I doing good for you?" he asks, his gaze moving to the side.
"You are doing great, baby, just keep going." you reassure him and he nods, quickly finding himself back on your clit.
He speeds up the movement of his fingers, relentlessly rubbing your g-spot with them as his sucking becomes more desperate. You let out a loud, sharp moan as his fingertips pressure your g-spot while his tongue faints over your clit in more consistent fashion. You feel another wave of strong heat spread inside your body as your hips begin moving on their own, eager for another orgasm.
"Please tell me I am good." is to be heard in the moment when Poe lets go of your clit just for a quick second before continuing the previous action. You swallow your own moan as you speak up.
"You are so good for me." you whisper, voice shaking slightly as another orgasm builds up.
"More, tell me more, please." he whispers quickly, his voice whiny and needy.
"You are doing such a good job, such a perfect boy for me." you say softly, voice still trembling. Poe whimpers in your cunt, sending vibrations through your body. You let out a louder moan as he speeds up his fingers, not giving a single break to your sweet spot. He keeps on sucking your clit like a man starved. Your hips start to twitch as your orgasm slowly comes in a few mellow waves. Your cunt clenches around his fingers as you feel the intense heat spreading through your body.
"Keep going, you are so good! So good." you moan out your words loudly as you feel your release reaches its peak. Your legs shake as Poe keeps going, his little whimpers getting buried in your pussy. You pull on his hair roughly, pushing him in your needy cunt as you let out shaky moans. Poe slows down the movement of his fingers, teasing the end of your orgasm as he slowly unwraps his lips, placing a soft kiss on top of your sensitive clit.
Your grip on his hair softens as you let go of it, breathing heavily. Poe stands up, placing his hand on your lower back to keep you in place as he uses his hip to spread your other leg more. He rests his head between your neck and shoulder, looking down. He puts his fingertips on your overly responsive clit, earning a gasp from you as he begins rubbing circles on it. 
"Too much." you try to push his hand away before he whispers.
"Are you happy with me?" his voice is quiet and soft as he remains on stimulating your clit.
"O-of course I am happy, what makes you think I am not?" you try to keep your voice steady, but your hips end up playing into his movement, slightly moving back and forth. Your pussy keeps on clenching around nothing to ease up the sensation as it feels a bit too much, but too enjoyable.
Poe remains silent once again as he keeps drawing circles on your clit. He speeds up his movement a little bit, making you choke out a guttural, deep moan as it sends jolting sensation through your groins and legs. You begin shaking a bit, but Poe pushes on your lower back, making you take it regardless.
"I need you to tell me more, please." he whispers and your eyes roll back as there is unbearable tingling heat inside your body. A teasing smile appears on your face in the middle of it all.
"I want you to fuck me. Can you do that?" you ask in a lustful, dirty tone and he suddenly stops his movement, hand shaky.
"Wh..what?" he asks you in an obviously shy, but surprised tone.
"You seem tense. I am not usually this straightforward with you, aren't I?" you chuckle a bit.
"I want you to fuck me so you could earn all the praises you seem so needy for today. Sounds good?" you whisper with a teasing smile as Poe moves away from you.
He stands between your legs, a bit hesitant. He obviously wanted to, but he disliked being put on the spot so suddenly.
"You will be a good boy and do that for me, right?" you ask in a lower tone as you wrap your legs around his hips and pull him closer.
"Or...are you too shy to please me like that? That's okay, I could just-"
He doesn't even want to hear the end of that sentence, fearing for the worst.
"No, let me." he cuts you off, still a little bit hesitant as you let go of his hips. He takes his pants and boxers off, letting them drop down to his ankles, exposing his slim, longish cock. He was hard, precum bubbling on his tip. You angle your hips towards him as he comes closer, shakily aligning his cock with your inner lips. He lets out a little whimper as he feels how wet you are.
"I just really want to please you." he says shyly as he slides his cock inside you with one long stroke. You let out a sudden moan as you wrap your arms around his neck. His thrusts are slow and precise, soft whimpers spilling from his lips.
"You always please me. Why are you so worried?" you ask a bit breathlessly as his cock rubs your g-spot perfectly. He doesn't answer your question once again, but rather just speeds up his pace in response. You let out a few whimpers as his cock keeps stimulating all of your sweet spots without a break.
He leans in closer, his trembling lips brushing over your neck as his whimpers spread his soft breath over your skin. Your whole body gets covered in goosebumps as your hands move on his nape and back of his head. He rests his hands on your hips as he keeps on thrusting in the same, fast pace. 
"Please." he whispers into your skin, voice soft and borderline whiny.
"You are doing such a great job, I feel so good right now." you let out quickly as moans overwhelm you. Poe's cock twitches in response, his soft whimpers covering your skin.
"Tell me more, please." he says weakly. He puts his hand on your thigh, stretching his thumb to reach your clit. He draws small circles on top of it as he keeps making deep, quick strokes. You let out a sharp whimper as you tightly grip on his hair.
"I have never felt this good." you gasp out at the end of your sentence as his cock twitches once again.
"You are the best I ever had." you continue quickly before your moans pick up the pace.
"Am I better to you than him?" he asks a bit breathlessly, voice shaking before a guttural whine cuts him off. Your expression becomes confused.
"Better than who?" you ask in steadier tone as your brain focuses on the question at hand.
"Well..Ranpo." he says nervously, but also with a certain normality that makes you pull his hair so he could face you. You look at him for a moment as he stops his movement.
"What are you talking about?" your tone is confused as you tilt your head a bit, eyebrows knitting in said confusion.
"Well, today..you went shopping with him..and then you started praising him..and said how he is just better." Poe lays out his reasons in a more regular tone, but you can sense the anxiety lingering.
"I was referring to your competition, not...this or anything else related to you. And I expressed myself wrongly, I meant he was better just that once, it doesn't mean you won't be able to win in the future." you say softly as you caress the back of his head. His lips reveal that there is slight insecurity still going on.
"I am sorry it came out wrong, you are the only one for me and I have never felt better with anyone, only you can make me feel this good." you whisper and a little smile curls on his face. He slowly picks up the pace with his hips again as he places a soft kiss on your lips.
You smile at him, but as soon as he speeds up his pace and his thumb continues drawing circles on your clit, your lips part as moans fill up the room. You let out a few breathy praises slip past your lips, each one of them making his cock throb inside you, pressuring your sweet spot more and making you feel light headed as warmth quickly rushes through your body.
Your inner thighs tense and flex as you feel a swirling, tingling sensation inside your lower tummy. Poe lets out trembling, almost broken whines alongside a few deep breaths, trying to contain himself as much as possible. His sweet voice barely asks for more praises and you can barely voice them out yourself as your pussy keeps on clenching around him, your orgasm getting closer.
He keeps his pace quick, but makes it deeper, reaching all the spots inside of you. You let out a sharp, filthy moan as your legs shake, your body feeling sore and weak as the first waves of orgasm hit you. Poe buries his head in your neck, painting your skin in endless whimpers as his cock twitches in response to your warm cunt roughly, more consistently clenching around him.
Your breathing becomes heavy as your climax finally goes over the edge, your whole body shivering as overwhelming waves of heat spread underneath your skin. Poe moves his head on your collarbone, resting his forehead on it, pulling you in closer to him. His thumb begins twitching on your clit, sending jolts through your body as his whimpers echo through the room.
He tries to keep you as close as possible as he finally reaches his own orgasm, sharp gasps in and out consuming his lungs as a few ropes of cum get released inside of you. You let out a few softer moans upon feeling his cum fill you up, your pussy too sensitive at this point. Poe's thrusts slow down, he is barely moving.
You squeeze your thighs around his hips as he stops moving completely, remaining still. He places a gentle, trembling kiss on your lips and you slowly let go of his hips, letting him pull out as your breathings come back to normal. You slowly get off of the table, his hands helping you by one of them resting on your lower back while his other one holds yours. You quickly put on your shirt and panties, running over to your bags as you do. In the meantime, he zips his pants back up.
"And, the only reason I praised him is because he helped me get this for you. Otherwise, I would never be able to get it." you sigh out as you take out a very rare, almost unattainable book that Poe wanted for quite some time now, but was unable to find it. He tilts his head as you walk up to him, gently placing the book on the table. Poe observes it for a good moment before he touches the cover, his finger tracing over the title. You stand there a bit awkwardly before he basically throws himself on you, hugging you tightly.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" he lets out loudly, excitement obvious in his voice. You smile warmly at him as you caress the back of his head.
"It's nothing, really. But don't expect many of those in the future, I would have to ask Ranpo and his services are...expensive." you say in a slightly tired tone as you sigh out.
"Expensive? Expensive...how?!" Poe lets out nervously and you can't help but chuckle.
"Well...if I must say, that guy has a lot of stamina." you say in a mischievous tone. Poe gulps, remaining silent. You gasp and slap his arm as he seems to believe in your story.
"I am joking you weirdo! I meant I had to spend at least an hour with him in a candy store while he was picking stuff he wanted." you sigh out and roll your eyes.
"Oh...I see. Yes, he is usually like that. No, usually is an understatement. He is always like that." Poe nods to himself as his voice returns back to his usual one.
"Which is exactly why…, now, hold on a second. Were you jealous?" you grin at him, unable to contain a little excitement in your voice. Poe's lips curl downwards as he tries his best to lie.
"No, of course not!" he says as if he is trying to convince himself more than you.
"Mm, you don't seem so sure of yourself." you say teasingly as you wrap your arms around his neck. You lean your lips closer to his ear, your warm breath making him gulp.
"You see, I could really use a bath and I believe you could too. How about you earn more praise there?" you whisper in his ear and he shivers, quickly nodding.
You let out a chuckle and least to say, he definitely earned all the praises you could possibly give to him.
The End :) <3
I hope you liked it and enjoyed it! :D <3
Thank you so much for all the love and support, it truly means a lot to me! :) <3
Forehead kisses for everyone :3
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seasons of love, hhj
✦ pairing hyunjin x reader
✦ genre/tw FLUFF! FLUFF! ONE MORE TIME SAY IT WITH ME! FLUFF!!! hyunjin and mc are very much in love! hyunjin is said to be taller than mc and have bigger hands. lots of kisses and i love yous. suggestive in a couple places. in and out of present and past tense lol. overall very sweet and lovely--hyunjin and mc falling in love through the seasons
✦ w/c 2412
✦ a/n okay so! this is a rewrite of something i posted springtime last year and i hated it lol. this time around i am very proud of hyune and mc and they’re love story and i hope you all love it too!! I've spent months adding scenes and taking them away until I got here <3 please like and reblog, and please please reach out if you have any ideas or questions or just wanna talk!! love you guys forever, mwah!!
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He came to you in the Summer, bringing with him music and dancing, and so much laughter you forget how serious falling in love can be.
There is just something about warm weather. It could be the sun shining over your beloved, lighting them up like a god or a king, maybe it’s just that the temperature resembles the touch of your lover’s caress, or that the awakened world is made for romance. It was early July, and everything was blue and sunny; days were filled with jokes and getting to know each other over hot days and cold drinks. Confessions given on front porches and whispered under blue skies—a million firsts bundled up as the heat went away.
He tells you he likes you so quietly, whispering in his sweet little voice, “would you like to go out sometime?” 
The way his tall frame looked against the paint palette sunset would live in your head forever; pretty hair and long legs, the sweetest smile curving up to his crescent moon eyes. Looking back, you wished you had a camera or shared his talent with a paintbrush–just to have that moment set in stone. The smile that made you say yes. 
In the beginning, he was too shy to hold your hand or stand too close. Inching closer and closer until he stood against you–brushing his fingers against yours until his big hands were enveloping your smaller ones. 
 The first time he kissed you, his hands were shaking.
 He was so nervous you could feel the goosebumps rising on his arms, but he asked so sweetly,
“Can I kiss you.” And there was no way you’d ever say no. Not when he stood there in his summer clothes and pink cheeks, not when it was Hyunjin asking. 
He held you straight against him, both hands on your face—the first press of his lips like drinking water, so slow as not to choke then gulping it down. His skin was soft everywhere you touched, and his kiss was happy: full of teeth and giggles and coming up for air.
Getting to know him was like walking into your childhood home, everything about him as familiar as the lines on your palm. Some parts of you are certain you’ve known him before—maybe you were lovers then too, or maybe two trees whose roots were intertwined. In any reality, you can’t see how Hyunjin is supposed to be with you. There is just no other reason why he could know you so well already, no other explanation as to why his body fits around you like it was made to.
Late one night you tell him your theories, and the smile he gave you was so bright and shiny you thought the sun came up. You tell him calmly and earnestly,
 “Hyun, I’m almost certain we’ve already met thousands of times before.” 
August is hot and covered in orange sunsets and long kisses; pink skies the same color as his cheeks when he asks you out again and again. He tells you about his life while you flip through his journals, page after page dedicated to moments he loved and dreams he’s had, and moments yet to come.
The days are long and it’s so easy to care for him, 15 hours of sunlight allowing you to learn all of him and still need more. Sharing secrets under leaves and laughs under covers–it’s too quick to fall in love, too fast for this insatiable longing to rise up in you. But you think you are, you must be, what else could that aching pull in your tummy be? 
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The first I love you falls from your lips like the leaves around you. A day spent shopping in the Halloween aisles and holding hands to keep warm. He looks so pretty, dark hair standing out against the grays and oranges of the season, and you love him so much you can’t help but tell him. The words float easy, accompanied by wind bitten skin and a warm gaze.
At first, he hesitates, making sure he’s heard you right, until finally the sun breaks on his face and he speaks.
“I love you too, silly.” He says it like it’s obvious, and it is. He’s been telling you with his eyes and his hands for months, it’s the truest he’s ever felt.
Autumn is spent studying each other, learning how and when to touch—how to make him gasp and sigh. His eyes flutter when you kiss his hip and roll when you bite down; He scratches and pulls, he makes your teeth rattle with his skin. Late nights and early mornings mapping each other, he tells you he loves you and swallows the response, touches the words away.
“I love you; I love you; I love you.” You say over and over again, hoping it sinks into his soul like a second skin.
In mere months, he knows your heart like it’s his own, slotting himself into your life like he’s always been a part of it. Your body has become his home; he’s tied his heart to yours in a double knot. You’re made for him, he’s sure of it—molded from the same clay, split-a parts who’ve found each other.
He tells you things he’s never told anyone before, pressing the secrets against your lips and pulling all of your secrets out of you at the same time. 
He adores you, cherishes you as a person, a friend, a lover. He feels happier than he ever has, and he wants to show you to everyone he knows. When he introduces you to his friends, the smile never leaves his face and his hand stays wound with yours. They welcome you like an old friend, and he feels like both pieces of his heart are melting together. He watches you joke with Felix and be teased by Minho, and he thinks you’re the piece that’s been missing this whole time.
Months have been spent just the two of you, and it’s been perfect–intimate and so warm, but seeing you among his friends changes things. Almost like it wasn’t yet real, and now it is. 
When you go to bed that night, he tells you,
“They love you and I love you.”  and the look you give him is so beautiful, he thinks he should bottle it and save it for later.  
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Winter brings an unwelcome guest, a yearning for him that won’t go away—it’s harder to love him when he’s busy, and you wish you could be stronger and less jealous, but you’re only one person. It gets considerably difficult to wash the harsh feelings away when he isn’t there to help you, too many nights spent feeling too far away from him induce an anger you can’t get rid of.
When he arrives late and smelling of alcohol, you can’t seem to swallow the bitterness—why would he be drinking when he could be here with you? 
Hyunjin, never a novice in reading you, picks it up right away. 
One quick comment and then yelling. 
“Are you just tired of me?” It escapes from your tongue like a lash, pricking invisible scars onto every vein. He wishes you would know he misses you too, but how could you when he’s never around, not physically nor emotionally, so you keep screaming. Yelling so loud about things that don’t matter. You hope he knows you’re fighting to stay, not to leave, but the words leaving your mouths are so harsh, you can’t be certain if he remembers he loves you.
If you were in your right mind, you’d know he doesn’t want it this way. Everyday he longs for the heat of summer and the comfort of autumn. If he wasn’t drunk, he could tell you, but instead he says, “I just can’t do this anymore.” Maybe it’s better to let go and find each other next time, next life.
 Recently it’s been too hard, and maybe he’s not strong enough to learn about this part of you, but you are.
You’ve never been afraid to learn his bad parts, sure he’s a dream shaped like a boy, but he’s also whiny and clingy, and sometimes he gives up too fast. Even though it’s hard, and the tears are streaming into the seam of your lips—you gulp down the acidity and tell him you love him.
“It’s never going to get easier, Hyun, you’ll always be busy, and I’ll probably always miss you, but I love you and you said we’re meant to be, and you’re not a liar.” You tell him you’re sorry for yelling, and he says he’s sorry too, and in the morning, he’ll use his hands to apologize and then his mouth and he’ll promise to keep you warm when he can.
Winter is spent learning to love the pieces of each other that are unlikable, to see the invisible boundaries of before and honor them. You remember your theory about the trees with woven roots, and you remind yourself sometimes you’ll have to sacrifice your share of the water to survive, and you hope it’ll be easier when the world reawakens.
Night comes so fast, and it's so cold, but he loves you. It’s been half a year now, and you almost can’t remember where you were this time last year. Were you freezing without him? Or did you only feel the cold now that he’s here? 
All you know is his warmth–pressing into you wherever he can. 
A silent promise for the spring yet to come. 
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His birthday arrives with the first of the blooms, the world not yet alive. You wish him happy birthday under warm sheets, whimpering the words in place of presents. He spends the day with the people he loves most and the happiness he feels eases into spring. He tells you it used to be his favorite; and you promise for his day you will bring some of the magic back.
 You help him pick flowers to paint, and read him your favorite stories, you kiss him under cherry blossoms and show him your favorite sunsets. It helps some, but not all—even so, spring with you is prettier than without. He’s sure his skin is brighter because you kiss it, and his paintings are better because they’re of you. He doesn’t know if you believe him, but he means it. His world has become technicolor since you walked into it.
He says it’s just better with you, “I mean it, honey, life is unbelievable when you’re around.”
It’s almost been a year, months spent learning and growing just like the flowers scattered around you. He loves you, so it takes no hesitation when you ask him to move in. He feels like it was already in the midst of happening anyway—his one drawer became a dresser, and his favorite snacks found their way to your cabinets.
Months ago, your heart became his home, and now he gets to live in it every day. Sure, you bicker some: many sighs of “That’s not where that goes, Hyun.” Combined with sweet mutters of “Well, it should go there, sweetheart.” But it’s exhilarating to open his boxes and link his life with yours—mitch-matched mugs in the sink and dirty clothes mixed together.
Your home is filled with dancing and music, laughter and love. His paintings cover the walls, pictures of your days held with magnets on the fridge. His life is now yours and your days belong to each other, and every night he reminds you it’s almost been a year, but how could you forget.
Sometimes, when he puts a dish away wrong, or leaves his clothes on the floor, you question why you invited him in. Even so, you wouldn’t take it back. He’s added so much color into your life, spring personified. A lovely romantic boy who sets your soul on fire. 
The flowers that line the street remind you of him, and the bees who accompany you on your walk sing a quiet song that resembles his sweet nothings.
 Your sweet spring boy, Hyunjin.
 Radiant in every season. 
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Somehow, he looks the prettiest in the July heat. Of course, every season you’ve spent with him he’s been beautiful, but there is something about his smile surrounded by clear skies. His cheeks are the same color as the flowers and his kisses as warm as the sun. Something about the season where you first met, encasing him in a beauty befit of a prince. You can’t believe it’s been a year with him, a year getting to know how to love him and feeling his love back.
Looking at him now, he could probably make you do anything which is why when he woke you up at the crack of dawn dragging you out to see the sunrise you couldn’t say no. It was frustrating at first, when all you wanted was a few more hours in bed next to him, but Hyunjin could make you do anything if he smiled down at you.
He’s doing it now, looking so darling in his light sweater and clips in his bed-messed hair, looking past you at the sunrise. You love him like this, and it takes all of you not to tell him, to keep the peace of dawn. 
You’ve loved things before—people, places, things, but never a boy like this.
Hwang Hyunjin is so precious, so dear to you that it hurts sometimes. No one has ever loved you the way he does, his love surrounds you—covers you under a warm blanket of his affection until it radiates into you.
He’s telling you how pretty you are, how you look like the fresh blooms and you’re laughing—which is all he wanted. He only ever wants to make you happy, even if that means being a cheeseball sometimes. Especially if that means waking you up early enough to see the sun come up, and he wants to see that smile again, so he asks,
 “Honey, do you wanna know a secret?”
“Oooo, yes tell me.”
“I love you.” It comes so easy, flows so quickly past his lips like a nightly prayer, like it’s something so objectively true he can’t lie about it, which it is. And your smiles is so wide, laughing at how sweet your boy is, and you say,
“Oh, I already Knew that. I love you too.” And he smiles, grinning at the summer sky.
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iamnotokaythx · 8 months
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Please write Miguel just flipping out over work or miles situation and throwing and yelling things and reader just like breaks down like they’d slowly become used to him being captor or lover but this sets them back so far they need to lock the bedroom door and get away Miguel’s an emotional mess after realizing what he did reader just won’t acknowledge him and if they do it’s flinch away or being scared. He’s trying so hard to make it up to reader
oh fuck yeah!! sorry i didnt see your ask earlier it either didnt show on my notifs or i just missed it lol either way i vibe with this request !!! i hope it’s okay that i made it to where he accidentally nicked reader in his little tantrum, if its not lmk and i can rewrite it with the same prompt?
cw: angst, miguel has a tantrum and lashes out, blood mention, gn/masc reader, items being thrown + broken, sorta flashbacks to when reader was still rebelling, translated via spanishdict, sorry!!, not proofread but when is it ever
your husband/captor had been keeping you for such a long time. you don’t know if it’s been weeks or months, but you wouldn’t really be surprised if it happened to be 3 years since your initial imprisonment.
either way, you’d given up fighting him. you weren’t getting out. as long as you played along with his sick game of house, you were fed, had clothes and a place to sleep, a shower, and really anything you could ask for if you played your cards right.
‘anything’ excluding freedom, human interaction, things like that.
he came home in a fit of rage, on the phone with jessica despite his usual habit of turning off anything that made noise and focusing all his attention to you.
“what the fuck do you mean!? ‘we can’t track him’!? he’s a smart kid, why the fuck would he immediately go home? jess, order everyone to his dimension and find—“
“mig? what’s wrong?” you asked, trying to get some semblance of context.
“cállate por un maldito minuto, y/n! i’m on the phone!” he snapped.
“alright. sorry.” you staggered back. he doesn’t yell. not at you, at least. you went to sit on the couch and when his arguing became too much you headed into the kitchen to make something to eat. midway into making your food, you hear crashing.
you run into the living room to see what’s happening. the first thing you notice is the couch is thrown across the room. he also has a glass of water in one hand, a habit he has since he screams when he’s mad. he noticed you as you walked in and he turned to face you.
“this doesn’t fucking concern you. go back to whatever you were doing.” he growled, his eyes a dangerous red.
“the… the couch.” you muttered stupidly.
“yes, i know about the fucking couch!”
“sorry. didn’t like it much anyways.” you blinked back tears. it reminds you of when you were first here. how he’d get so angry at your rebellious behavior. you remember him stopping whenever you cried. maybe that would work now.
other thoughts flashed in your head. him restraining your arms as he bit into your flesh, the long hours you spent trapped in your mind as he’d forcibly hold you like a teddy bear to ‘accustom you’ to his ‘love.’ the blood from some guy who—
no. no, he promised he’d never hurt you. never again.
something compelled to you go towards him with your arms outstretched—usually he loved unprompted affection, maybe it would calm him now.
“i told you go back, y/n. get the fuck off me.”
his claws accidentally extended as he pushed you off harshly.
one thing led to another, he chucked the glass he was drinking into the wall and it shattered just feet behind you. he turned back around afterwards, continuing the phone call.
you heard the sound of something dripping onto the floor and you felt a warm liquid spilling down your cheek. two gashes extended from your cheekbone to your jawline where he accidentally cut you.
miguel took a deep breath, about to snap at jessica, but he sensed something in the air. his head snapped back to you as he got the scent of blood.
you’re surprised—i mean, this is the same man who promised you that he’d kill someone to protect you but would never, never lay a hand on or near you. obviously he was lying to you.
you backed up, one shaky foot at a time, as you collected your thoughts. miguel appeared to be in shock, too. he hung up on jessica in the middle of her sentence.
“baby, i…” he said. he’s struggling to find words, english or spanish. “it wasn’t… i didn’t…”
words failed him again as you let out the first tears of many, the dam of emotions breaking through. you stumbled back, fell, turned around, and sprinted into the master bedroom.
he snapped out of his guilty stupor and began the chase, but he was too late. the door slammed as he reached for you. he heard your choked sobs as you shuddered and gasped for air and then your cries until you had to repeat the process.
“no, no, no, no, no. i promise, i promise that i’m not gonna hurt you. i didn’t mean to, no quise hacerlo, lo juro. i swear. i swear.”
“y/n! y/n, please, unlock the door. please.” he begged, hands on both sides of the doorframe. he had half a mind to tear the door to splinters, but he didn’t want to lose any more progress.
he caught his train of thought. progress. he hated that he thought in that term, but that’s basically what it was. after all this time, all these nights he spent assuring you that he loved you and that he’d never hurt you again, he finally had you decide to be the caring partner that he wanted all this time. now, he wiped it clean.
he’d have to start all over, and all over another time if he slipped up again.
“cariño, please. baby. open the door.” he said in a soft voice. he growled in his throat.
“LYLA, unlock the door.” he muttered to his ai.
you were… a wreck. curled into a ball, crying into the bedsheets, the stench of blood swirling around the room, tears and blood falling onto the blanket in a disgusting mix and staining the down an off-red.
“amor, mi amor, come here. i need to dress your wounds.” he said with a weak smile. “i-i know you’re probably upset or scared, okay, but I didn’t mean to hurt you. i don’t want to hurt you either.”
you frantically shook your head and hugged yourself tighter.
he clenched his jaw and swallowed. he’d been in this situation before. the first day he took you, that time he lashed out until you cried, et cetera. you needed space.
it had been three days. every time he saw you it was on the very short walk from the guest bedroom to the bathroom. he’d decided to not force you to sleep with him and instead give you time to recover before you went back to his bed.
speaking of, miguel got rid of all the blankets and sheets and even the mattress in his room because the smell of your blood made it impossible to sleep. he’d been sleeping on the floor since he destroyed the only couch big enough to fit him.
miguel was not in the right headspace for just about anything. with the stress of miles and the fact that he barely got sleep since he wasn’t being held by you every night, he was going a little crazy.
he decided your silence was enough. he was going to fix this. he had to.
quietly, he crept into your room. “y/n? i just wanna talk.”
you shuddered and inched away from him.
“hermoso, i’m sorry. i was in a really bad mood, i didn’t mean to… to do that.” he slowly and gently moved you to face him despite your trembling. he looked at your cheek.
“it’s healing good. sometimes i forget just how smart you are. you’re able to clean it up all by yourself.” he cooed, kissing your forehead.
“i know you want comfort, mi vida. just let me hold you. it’s okay. you won’t get comfort from anyone else; just lay down.” he murmured, wrapping his arms around you. you struggled against him and began breathing heavily.
“no, no, no, no, no. i’m not going to hurt you. i didn’t mean it the other day. i love you. cielo—listen to me—listen!” his words grew more intense as you struggled to break free of his grasp. after he realized he was shouting, he laid you down on your bed himself and he cuddled up next to you.
“i’m sorry. i’m so, so very sorry. you’re so perfect. i love you, cariño.” he chanted ‘i love you’’s and ‘i’m sorry’’s until it had just devolved into sobbing and using your chest as a shield to everything.
okay i literally have no idea where else to take this or how to wrap it up but here’s a nice little open ending, sorry if it’s not up to par!!! :(
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it-rains-blue · 1 year
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𝑻𝑿𝑻'𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre: headcanon, fluff, crack
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ tw: use of pet names¿ suggestive if you squint. that's it lol
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𝒀𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒏 /ᐠ ̥ ̣̮ ̥ ᐟ\ノ
He knows you're joking just by your facial expression. Which is trying to bite back a laugh when you say "Junie, I've had enough of you. Let's break up"
The type to hold your waist, pulling you closer to whisper in your ears "Really y/n? You had enough of me or can't get enough of me?"
As he makes you sit on his lap, you regret joking immediately. He buries his head in the crook of your neck from behind. A smirk tugging on his face after he has sucsessfully charmed you to forget about what you were saying.
All you could think about is how his hands are wandering from your waist to now under your shirt. Can't ever win against him. You give up pretty much without trying, melting in his warm touches. He is that sly fox afterall.
𝑺𝒐𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒏 (=˘ϖ˘=)
"This isn't working Soobin, let's break up" You place the fork in your hands down on the table, making a sad expression to look convincing.
His life flashes before his eyes. He starts to rethink his every life decision right then and there.
"What do you mean y/n? What did I do?" He stops eating immediately, putting the fork down like you, heart sinking in the pacific. Poor puppy eyes on the verge of tears. You didn't expect the joke would literally fly over his head. One little push and he will start sobbing. A chuckle leaves your mouth when he starts staring at you intensely.
"I was joking babe!" You reassure him as soon as possible when you sense he might just bawl at any moment. You had to engulf him into a hug, patting his back to calm him down. "Don't play with my heart like this again y/n" You quickly plant a peck on his lips, "sorry, babe" You learned a lesson on how not to make your boyfriend cry in less than 3 seconds.
𝑩𝒆𝒐𝒎𝒈𝒚𝒖 ʕ º ᴥ ºʔ
He figures out you're joking and tries to play along.
"Oh yeah y/n?" He scoffs, immersed in acting the part. "Guess what! I wanna break up with you too"
That's how you two started to scream like a newly wed couple. Bickering with each other's statements.
"At least I don't give you a headache like you do, talking like a nonstop tape recorder everytime Gyu!"
"Please y/n at least I don't cry at the smallest things possible like a whiny 2 year old. That's more annoying than my voice!"
"Huh? As if you aren't the toddler who gets annoyed everytime there's a little tomato in your burger or pasta"
"No you are more annoying!" "No you!" Somehow this turned into an actual fight. You picked a pillow all on a sudden and smacked him with it.
Boy oh boy.. will he get revenge. He picked a pillow too. Now feathers are flying freely around your whole room. Both tired, panting for breath on the bed. You two start chuckling at how you spent more than an hour on a fake argument.
𝑻𝒂𝒆𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏 ʕ •̀ o •́ ʔ
Now this tough boy. Nothing fazes him.
You slopped on the couch beside where he was reading a book. "Taehyun, I'm done with you. Let's break up"
He looks to your side in shock for a second. From your tone he could guess you're just joking.
"Okay" he says. Leaving you in amusement. "Okay?!" You scoff out. "You've broken up with me, does that mean you're single now y/n?"
"Yeah obviously" You place your back on the couch in disappointment.
"Right then. Sup babygirl? Heard you're single?" He smirks.
This totally makes you burst into laughter. He is a smooth guy. Of course he'll use this oppurtunity to flirt again. You nudge his shoulders, unable to contain your laugh.
𝑯𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑲𝒂𝒊 (๑ŏ⋖⋗ŏ)
"I've decided kai. I'm breaking up with you" you say it bluntly when he was opening the fridge to find something edible.
He stood there surprised with bread in his mouth. "Eh?"
"I said I'm breaking up with you"
"Nope" He states it bluntly like you did.
"Yes"
"Nuh uh y/n. I do not consent to this" He chews the bread with no absolute worry as if he's swiftly winning the arguement.
"Kai we aren't getting a divorce that we need mutual consent for. I can still breakup with you" You laugh at his obliviousness.
"Oh really?" He took steps to sit beside you, planting a long peck on your lips, leaving you with a flustered mess.
"You still wanna breakup?" He cups your cheeks to find your eyes behind the shocked expression.
"Mmm-" That's the only sound that leaves your mouth.
"Still mmm?" He plants another kiss.
"Yes" You boldly say as you start liking what he's doing 🤭
He plants yet another kiss, this time also biting your lower lip. Which definitely puts you in for a surprise. His warm hands sending heat to your skin, and his blunt moves can no longer make you joke about breaking up. So you just give up and start making out with him instead.
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hugshughes · 2 months
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Patience is a Virtue C. Loveland
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Colston Loveland x fem!Minter!reader
synopsis - Colston gets the trophy, and finally gets the girl.
wc - 3.8k
contains - UNEDITED! this is based off of this request! READER IS COACH MINTER(michigan defensive coordinator)'S DAUGHTER!!!!!!! kissing, hugging, fluff, cursing, stress over the game. guys if u don't like my cute outfit i picked then #1 ur a hater and #2 it's not a big deal! think of something else🤞🤞🤞 cause my Adidas navy handballs with gold accents ARE STAYING. there IS a picture of the outfit im describing but im obvi not gonna stick it in the middle of the fic so if anyone wants that i guess request or message me lols?
an - GUYS PLEASE LET THIS POST LETS PRAY TOGETHER. THIS WAS CUTE. i've been getting the BEST requests lately. i'm on my Michigan FOOTBALL grind. ive spent a long while introducing the jesse minter daughter reader.... she might have to stick around. i want to write for Blake Corum but don't know what to do because literally all i have written for the past week is like "girlfriend or friend of player reader comes to watch their playoff game, reader and love interest kiss after love interest wins game" so... DONT GET ME WRONG I LOVEEEE WRITING THAT SHIT. but it feels so repetitive. BUT THIS? I LOVED THIS. daughter of the coach is so scandalous and i love it. minter is only 40 so like we're just saying he had his daughter (reader) pretty young, like 21. hope u enjoyyyyyyyy ;)!
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You woke up with a start. Your body jolted as you brain registered a shout somewhere in the room. You sucked in a breath, opening your eyes, only to close them again. You squinted, trying to orient yourself. You were in a hotel room, your brothers were the ones shouting.
You groaned at the realization, then let out a shout when you felt three small bodies land on top of you.
"Holy shit, get off of me!"
They immediately scrambled, most likely going to tell your mom you cursed in their presence. You loved your 3 baby siblings, but they were pains in your ass sometimes.
You heard a faint "she said shit mommy!" in the conjoining hotel room, and rolled your eyes. You sat in bed, stretching, grabbing your phone before grabbing your bag and locking yourself in the bathroom before your mom could scold you so your siblings shut up about it.
Today was the college football playoff championship, and it was safe to say your family members above the age of 8 were stressed. It was 8:11, and you had to be out the door by 9:50. You showered, drying your hair after and then starting to pick your outfit. You brought a lot of different gear, you had not clue what you wanted to wear to the game. You had so much Michigan gear, and even more maize and navy colored clothing, courtesy to your father.
After almost 30 minutes, you decided on a cute denim skirt, a maize long sleeve, and your navy Adidaas Handballs. You perfected your hair and makeup, successfully erasing any signs that you'd only been awake for about an hour.
You came out of the bathroom all put together, your bag and pajamas in hand. Your siblings were sitting on your bed, watching something on the TV. Since you guys had 6 people in your family, you'd gotten two hotel rooms with the connecting door in the middle. You slept in one room with your little sister on the other bed, and your parents and brothers slept in the other room. You walked through the connecting door, checking the time. 9:17.
Your mom was getting ready in the bathroom when you walked into it. You sat on the closed lid toilet and started talking to her about the plans for today.
"You really gotta stop cursing in front of the littles!"
Your mother scolded you, a grin wide on her face. She was joking, of course. You and your parents had always been close, you'd been their baby for the longest. You'd been with them since they were two just married 20 year olds in college. Not that you remembered it, but you were there for all of your dad's junior and senior year games when he played at MSJ. You'd been there through all the coaching jobs. From Cincinnati, to Georgia State, to the Baltimore Ravens, you'd been there through all of it.
You sat with your mom until it was time to go. Your dad corralled everyone together, taking a photo before you all headed to the elevator. When an elevator came, it opened up and there was barely any room unless your parents held two of your siblings, so you told them to go ahead and that you would wait for the next one.
You only waited about a minute before the doors slid open again, revealing none other than Colston Loveland. His eyes lit up, a grin shining on his beautiful face. You'd always had a weird little thing with Colston. No words were ever said about it, but there had always been a vibe between you.
Being the daughter of the defensive coordinator definitely drove a lot of the guys, even ones you had classes and other school related things with, far far away. The boys knew how protective their coach was of his family, and didn't want any bad blood on the team. Something about you just attracted Colston so heavily. He knew he shouldn't even think about it, but he never could help himself.
"Hey coach."
You rolled your eyes at him playfully as you stepped into the elevator. He always called you coach, he had to remind you he was one of your dad's players. You would've loved to forget that for two seconds.
"Hi Cole."
He could've died. You'd called him Cole, instead of Colston. It was the smallest, most insignificant little thing, but it made him melt.
"Where's your family at?"
You tilted your head towards him, he wanted to talk, okay. You smiled at him, he loved it.
"The other elevator was too full, some of the guys were on the way down too."
He nodded, the smirk never leaving his face. You thought about kissing it off of him, then realized you had just thought of kissing his smirk off of him. Shit. You were in deep with this kid, and there was little to no chance anything would ever happen.
The elevator reached the lobby, and Colston gestured for you to step out first. You exited the elevator, the boy hot on your tail. You were immediately greeted by a hallway packed full of Michigan players, coaches, families, and more.
You have Colston one last glance and smile before finding your mom, taking your baby brother out of her arms and into yours, playing with him. Colston's eyes followed you, he admired you as you smiled and laughed with your brother. You were perfect. He was gonna have to find a way to get around the fact that you were his coach's daughter.
You held your brother with one arm and your sisters hand with the other as you smiled at the cameras, walking through to the buses. Your family followed behind the rest of the coaches and families, the team trailing behind you.
The ride to NRG took longer than you assumed it would, almost an hour because of the traffic, and it didn't help that everyone could tell that the buses were transporting one of the CFP Championship teams in them.
Everyone went into the stadium together, through some backstage type area. You walked with the team until you had to go separate ways. You hugged your dad, squeezing him tight. You would see him again before the game, so you saved your 'Good luck, I love you Dad.' sentiment for then.
You'd always had a special connection with your dad, you were closer to him than almost anyone else. You were his baby, his first baby. Still, you were his baby in his eyes. Your dad would do anything for you, and he was quite protective. Though he was protective, all he wanted was for you to be happy, and if it meant dating one of his guys, he would have no problem with it.
Your family sat bored in the box of the stadium, looking down on the field as Washington practiced. There was over 6 more hours till the game started, and there was practically nothing to do.
You took a nap on the carpeted floor of the box with your siblings for a couple hours, your mother snapping photos that although you were embarrassed of, were undeniably cute. Once you guys had woken up, there was about 2 hours till game time. You voted with your family on whether you guys wanted to stay in the box, or sit way close to the field. You all wanted to be closer to the field, you wanted to see the action head on.
Your family departed the box, along with a few others to see the team one more time before the game. You got down onto the field in about 20 minutes, and stood with your dad for awhile. When you were being told it was time to go, you quickly hugged your dad.
"Good luck, I love you!"
He thanked you, saying the three words back as you guys waved at him, going to leave. Your eyes caught on a certain brunette as he ran off the field, his eyes finding you quickly. He smiled at you, ugh, that smile.
"Good luck, Cole!"
You smiled at him, right before you turned to go up the tunnel. More and more fans started to pour in as you got settled into your bleacher seats. You were three rows from the bottom with a perfect view of the field. You settled in as the national anthem ended and the game began.
As the game progressed, you were so happy to say that Michigan was winning, the entire time. You'd caught Colston's eyes multiple times during the game, letting it linger for a few seconds before giving him a stern look and gesturing towards the field. He'd mouth back, 'okay, coach.' and turn back around. Your mother caught the interaction once, her heart warming seeing her baby with a crush.
You stood up, your brother in your arms as you jumped up and down, shouting, Michigan had finally won! You cheered and danced around with your little siblings as you celebrated. You were all so insanely proud of your dad. Soon though, you were being escorted to the field, eager to see your father and congratulate him.
Blood was pumping and hearts were racing as you exited the tunnel, smiles burned onto your faces as you went to look for your dad. You held your sister's hand as you two ran around, trying to find him. Your mom shouted, and you turned to look at her. She pointed to your left, and there stood your dad, hugging one of his players. Your sister went back to your mom, to walk over to your dad with her as you all but sprinted over to your dad, weaving in between sweaty boys and families.
Your dad saw you incoming and held his arms out accepting your forceful hug. You both laughed, your dad squeezing you tightly. Your best friend had finally done it.
"Literally told you you would do it."
He laughed again, agreeing as he laid a kiss to your temple, pulling back with one arm to accept your other siblings into the hug, who'd finally made their way over. After a minute, you took your siblings from your dad so your mom could hug him, and kiss him, much to your brothers' disgust.
After talking with your dad for a little, you spotted a familiar 6'5 frame standing by himself as his teammates walked away from him. You sauntered over, shouting his name when you were in earshot. The brunette quickly turned around, the smile already gracing his face deepening.
"Well hi, coach."
"Congratulations, Cole. You know your catches were pretty legit."
You gave him a slightly impressed face, shrugging your shoulders. He laughed, rolling his eyes playfully.
"You can't win 'em all over, can you?"
You laughed in turn, stepping closer to him. Colston's heart was racing as he looked down into your eyes.
"But really, Cole, you were incredible, serious."
He nodded, accepting your praise with a grin, before he looked around, over-exaggerating a look of being in thought.
"You know, coach, I think I might just deserve a reward, for my quote incredible performance."
Your eyes widened, your heart starting off, faster and faster.
"Really? What might that entail, Cole?"
Shit, he was gonna have to kiss you if you kept calling him that. He was about to take the leap. He knew he had to at some point, and he was on an adrenaline rush, that just chanted at him to do it.
"Well I think it entails you accepting a date with me back in Michigan."
Your jaw dropped slightly, you were dumbfounded. Colston really wanted to go on a date with you?
"For real?"
Colston nodded, seemingly confident, though he was shaking in his boots on the inside.
"Well then, I think we can make that work."
Colston's heart erupted. He literally could not have been happier. He'd just won the Natty, and got his dream girl to agree to a date, holy fuck. You got nervous all of the sudden, leaning up to kiss his cheek, before turning to leave.
"Just text me, Cole!"
He nodded, his eyes following you as you went to go find your family again. His family came back over to him, they'd been gone for just a second but stopped and waited when they saw him talking to you. His family, especially his mom, knew quite a bit about you.
You found your family, immediately grabbing your moms hand to pull her a few steps away. You looked at her with the biggest eyes ever, still in shock over what had just happened.
"What's up, sweetheart? Why are you all, thousand yard stare-y?"
"Mom Colston just asked me out, and I said yes! And then I kissed his cheek! And then I left!"
Your mom laughed, her baby was finally growing up. You'd had a few boyfriends in all your days, but you'd never been proper crushing like you were right now.
"That's so good! I knew this was coming, we just had to wait for one of you to get the courage."
You blushed, hiding your face in your hands. Your smile suddenly dropped, a realization coming to you.
"Is dad gonna hate me?"
"Why would I hate you?"
Shit.
You ended up telling your dad later on in the night, when you were tired and sitting in the back of a restaurant the team was celebrating in. Your family didn't party for too long, having a 4, 7, and 8 year old didn't exactly allow you guys to stay out for too long. Even your parents 19 year old daughter got a bit cranky if she stayed out too late.
When you told your dad, he just laughed. He knew you and Colston had things for each other, he was waiting for the tight end to make a move.
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You were stressing. Tonight was your date with Colston. You sat at your vanity, ranting to your roommate over it. You put on makeup and did your hair, wanting to look cute but not over the top.
Colston had told you to wear comfy clothes, so you were in one of your most common outfits. Leggings and a Michigan sweatshirt. You stared at yourself in the mirror, doubting yourself. You had known Colston for over a year, almost two, but you didn't really know him that well. You wanted him to like you so badly.
"Babe, you look fantastic. He's going to stare at you all night."
You sighed at your roommate's encouragement. But before you could respond, you got a text from Colston. He was outside your dorm building. Your roommate pushed you straight out the door, saying bye.
You went down the stairs quickly, making your way out of the complex. You saw Colston as you opened the door, slipping out. He looked up and smiled at you, his stupid beautiful smile.
"Hey, Gorgeous."
You felt the heat on your face even in the Ann Arbor cold. You smiled, shaking your head as you gave him a spin, showing off your extra casual outfit.
"Even in this ensemble?"
He nodded, his smile deepening. He pulled you into his side, hugging you. You were immediately enveloped in his warmth. You ducked your head down to hide the shock in your eyes. He smelled really good.
When you pulled away Colston led you to his car, opening the door for you before going around and getting in. You two buckled up before Colston pulled out of the parking spot, setting off into Ann Arbor. He gave you the aux, warming your heart. You both knew he probably didn't listen to the same music as you, but he wanted you to listen to whatever you liked.
Smaller Acts by Zach Bryan came on when you hit shuffle on your main playlist, making you smile. You resonated with the song, always having thought that smaller acts of love were more important than any grand gestures. You got to really look at Colston while he drove. He kept his eyes right on the road always, until you got to a red light, that's when you'd jerk your head back forward as he turned to look at you. He was really pretty, his jaw was so insanely defined, he had a strong neck, and the deepest brown eyes. You stared at the tattoo on his left forearm, he was hot, to put it simply.
You drove for around 40 minutes before the car slowed, pulling onto a gravel driveway. You looked out of your window, seeing a large screen and projector, and lots of cars. He had brought you to a drive in movie. You could've cried when you saw the sign reading the movie you would be seeing. Ocean's 11. The very first time you ever talked to Colston, he'd asked you your favorite movie. You said you couldn't pick one, then settled on Ocean's 11 because it was one you'd seen so many times you could quote any scene.
You couldn't believe he remembered. You'd never mentioned it since then. That was the kind of smaller, seemingly insignificant thing that meant the world to you. You jerked your head to the left, staring at Colston with wide eyes. He was dealing with the tickets for a few seconds before you pulled into a spot, then he finally looked to you.
"Cole, I cannot believe that you remembered."
Colston smiled, and on the inside he was celebrating that you loved it. What he hadn't expected though was you leaning over the console and hugging him. It was honestly the sweetest thing any guy had ever done for you, you were beyond grateful for this boy, and it was your first date.
"This is the sweetest thing a guy's ever done for me, I'm being serious."
Though you were mostly saying that about the fact that he'd remembered, the date itself was also amazing. Colston knew you enough to know that you'd have preferred this over any fancy restaurant, and that meant a lot.
"It's the least I could do, coach. You mean something to me, 'm gonna take care of you."
You just squirmed in your seat, getting more comfortable and smiling as you looked ahead of you. You wordlessly reached over and slipped your hand into his, pulling them into your lap.
Colston was so happy he could've gotten out of the car and started dancing. He acted as cool as he could on the outside. You two settled in as the movie began.
At some point, Colston had reached back into the backseat and grabbed a blanket that he tossed into your lap, and a bag of food and snacks.
You traced your free hand over Colston's tattoo, admiring the line work and shading. The movie ended, and Colston's hand stayed with you as you two began the drive back. You fell asleep on the drive, your head leaning against Colston's arm.
You woke up slowly about 5 minutes out from school. You kept your head on Colston's arm, but allowed yourself to carelessly stare at him in your tired state. At a stoplight, he turned to look at you, smiling deeply when his eyes met your sleepy ones.
"Hey, coach. Nap good?"
You smiled and nodded, yawning at him. He laughed lowly, turning his head back when the light went green. You parked outside your building, dampening your heart. The night had been perfect. You sleepily got out of Colston's car, after he told you to not dare opening your own door. He walked you up to the entrance with his hand on your back, rubbing his fingers back and forth lightly.
When you got to the door you stopped and turned around, wrapping your arms around his middle.
"Thank you so much Colston. This was like, the best date I think ever."
He smiled, hugging you tightly. Colston had the best time, obviously you were gorgeous, but getting to talk to you one-on-one without interruptions was his idea of a good time. His insides melted whenever you fell asleep, and before then, he could've swore he was in love while you traced over his tattoo.
You pulled away from him, looking at the boy through heavy eyes. He looked absolutely handsome in the dim lighting of a street lamp. You put your hands on his shoulders, leaning up and kissing him. You probably wouldn't have if your drowzy mind hadn't commanded you to. Obviously you wanted to, but you weren't sure if it was 100% mutual yet, but it was.
Colston's hands went to hold the back of your head, his hands in your hair. He kept the kiss shorter than you would've liked, knowing you were tired.
You looked up at him with stars in your eyes, a smiling fighting its way onto you face. Colston's hands shifted from your hair to your jaw, rubbing his thumb over your cheek.
"I'll see you tomorrow baby."
Your blown out eyes widened at the name, your heart clenching in your chest. Colston saw the reaction, his lips quirking up the slightest bit.
"I'll see you, Loveland."
You let go of him, turning towards the door. You paused for a second, quickly turning back around and kissing Colston again. Colston's hands grabbed at your hips, pulling you closer. Colston smiled brightly into the kiss, giggling to himself.
You pulled away from him, a grin falling to your face.
"You ever gonna let me leave, coach?"
"Thinkin' about it."
"You get inside, gorgeous. It's too cold for you to be out here."
You smiled, nodding at him, letting go of him for the last time.
"You gotta go too, off season just started. You gotta stay on your A-Game Loveland."
He laughed at you, shaking his head as he watched you walk into the dorm complex, turning the corner and out of his sight. You ran back up the stairs and to your room, squealing like a 13 year old as you described your date to your roommate.
Colston sat in his car, texting his mom that everything went well. When he put his phone away, he finally let himself think that you were the girl he'd want to be with forever. It was finally real. The boy just had to be patient.
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geekgirl750 · 6 months
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Random details I noticed in Scream after watching it for the umpteenth time.
First:
Stu has a dog?!
In the final confrontation scene in the kitchen before Stu brings out Sidney's dad I noticed that there was a note written on the white board behind him
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Here it is in more detail, although the quality isn't the best as I had to screenshot the scene from YouTube:
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When I paused to read it in the actual film I was able to make out most of the note except for the small writing in the upper right (Which I think is either a phone number or date) but I'm pretty sure the note reads:
"Hi Stu, Sorry we missed you today. We'll be back Sunday. Be good! Love mom & dad. P.S. feed the dog."
The last line I wasn't sure about because it was blurry but I matched the note from this shot to the shot where Stu is sitting at the desk on the telephone and sure enough the last line is "P.S. Feed the dog"
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So basically, Stu canonically has a dog which I think is super funny because it makes me wonder where the dog was during the party and what type of dog it is.
It also makes more sense for the dog door in the garage that Tatum tries to crawl through to be put there for the Macher's family dog rather than the cat.
Side tangent head cannons:
The orange cat we see run out before Tatum is killed in the garage belongs to Stu's sister Leslie and has a basic name like Marmalade or Garfield
Stu is 100% a dog person and hates his sister's cat because its tried to scratch him on a number of occasions and now he's lowkey afraid of it
That's why when he's left home alone he doesn't really watch the cat and lets it do as it pleases. (His sister is adamant that the cat is indoor only but Stu is kinda careless lets the cat roam free outside through the dog door)
The Macher's family dog is either a basic crusty ass white dog that belongs to his mom and has a ridiculously fancy name like Princess or Dutchess
Or the dog is something small and hyperactive like a Jack Russell that Stu used to play fetch with and run around with in the backyard as a kid
Like I said before I feel like the Machers aren't super creative with naming their pets. If the dog is a boy his name is probably Max or something like that.
Okay second thing:
I never noticed this but you can see Randy dancing with/ flirting with a girl at the party when Sid and Tatum first walk in
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And then later that girl is being led away by a different guy so I guess Randy struck out twice that night lol
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(Also peep Stu and Tatum flirting/ kissing in the lower left)
Thirdly:
In the garage scene after Ghostface first cuts Tatum's arm she stumbles backwards and bangs into a bike
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This is more of a head canon than anything but I noticed that the bike is more feminine in coloring (shades of red and purple) so it makes me wonder if it belongs to Stu's mom or maybe his sister.
Lastly,
The layout of Stu's house makes no sense!
So I'm going to make another longer post about this because I spent like an hour last night comparing shots from Scream 1996 to shots from Scream 5 to get an understanding of the Macher house because it's almost labyrinthian in it's layout, especially the upstairs, but I'm pretty sure there's no way that house has 3 bedrooms if Stu's sister is supposed to be canon.
Anyways, here are a couple details I noticed that I thought were interesting:
I think the house has an intercom system! You can seen what looks like speaker/receiver on the wall behind the lamp in Stu's room as Sidney runs by it.
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Lastly,
The Macher house has a back stairwell!!!
So I've watched this movie a bunch of times and I always thought that there was a door in the kitchen that led directly to the garage but that's NOT TRUE!
When Tatum goes to get the beer for Stu you can see that the kitchen is connected to the dining room and off the dining room is a door that leads into a laundry room/ mud room.
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To Tatum's right you can see what looks like an ironing board and then a set of railings/steps which I'm assuming is a back set of stairs that leads to the upper floor.
You can see again in the reverse shot that the door that gets locked behind Tatum isn't actually the kitchen door but the door to the laundry room in between the garage and the kitchen .
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Seeing this changed my whole perception of Tatum's death scene because I was always like how did no one see Ghostface sneaking around the party, whether it was Billy or Stu, and not realize when he goes back inside after killing Tatum rather than leaving through the garage. Now I think it's because whoever was Ghostface never actually cut through the party at all.
HE WENT UP THE BACK STAIRS!
And the layout of the laundry room would have hidden him from view of the kitchen as he would have behind the wall and out of sight.
I want to go more into detail about the logistics about how I think Billy and Stu got around the house as Ghostface as well as the entire layout of the house in a second post because I think the set design is so interesting but for now these are just some cool things I noticed that I wanted to share.
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risingode · 1 year
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better than revenge
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summary: you don't hate jungkook's best friend. no, you just really, really dislike her and her very apparent crush on your boyfriend
pairing: jungkook x y/n
genre: fluff, angst
wc: 2.6k
warnings: jungkook is so clueless, y/n talks about hitting people a lot, light making out, arin is very annoying
note: please comment or send me an ask to let me know what you think! this is my first post on here, i'm very nervous lol. i really hope you enjoy it !!
(loosely based on better than revenge by taylor swift, enjoy </3)
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You and Jungkook had been looking forward to this trip to Hawaii for months. The two of you were excited to spend some time away from the stresses of everyday life and just enjoy each other's company. You had invited your friends, fellow couples Taehyung and Jennie, and Jimin and Jiyeon. Jungkook proposed, much to your dismay, that you could also ask Arin to tag along. Arin was his childhood friend, and as much as you tried to like her for your boyfriend's sake, it was so glaringly obvious how not so friendly her attraction was for him. You had brought this up to Jungkook when you first began dating, but he brushed it off, saying they both saw each other as brother and sister and that she was nothing to worry about.
You still had your reservations regarding her, but you didn't put up more of a fight, deciding instead to trust your boyfriend and his loyalty and love for you. The eight of you had just arrived at your hotel and were settling in your rooms. You and Jungkook shared a room, while Taehyung and Jennie, Jimin and Jiyeon, and Arin each had their own rooms. 
"Baby?" Jungkook asks. You turn your head in question. "Do you wanna go surfing real quick? We have nothing to do today besides the dinner reservation later tonight." 
You smile. The pair of you loved surfing, you began doing it together shortly after you started dating, and it became a sacred tradition you guys had. Every weekend, you would drive to the nearby beach by your shared apartment, surfboard in tow, and surf for hours.
"Of course, my love, let me unpack our clothes first and change into my bathing suit." He nods, squeezing your waist lightly. As you were unpacking, Arin came into your room to chat with Jungkook. Awkwardly, you shuffle into the bathroom to avoid unneeded interaction with her.
"So, have you decided what you want to do first?" Arin asks, trying to make conversation.
"I think we're going to hit the beach and maybe do some surfing," Jungkook replies. Your eye twitches, and you have to restrain every bone in your body from reaching over and slapping him over the head.
"That sounds like so much fun!" Arin exclaims. "Can I come with you guys?"
"Uh, sure," You say, trying to hide your annoyance. Of course. You feel your neck tighten in what you presumed to be pent-up frustration, yet, you know this was only the beginning. 'Whatever,' you thought. You were aware Arin couldn't surf, so you didn't feel bothered. You knew you could leave her behind to swim alone while the pair of you caught some waves. 
You should've known that Arin wouldn't keep her mouth quiet, though, because soon enough, the whole group was clambering into your small room, all rambling about how excited they were to surf. You didn't want to sound rude, but you and Jungkook hadn't spent much alone time together recently, and the thought of spending at least a few hours by yourselves sounded so good. You plaster a fake smile, and Jungkook sends you an apologetic one.
The group of you headed down to the beach, and like you predicted, Arin kept trying to join in, but she wasn't very good and kept falling off her board. Your satisfied smile turns sour, though, once Jungkook moves to grab her by the waist and set her back on her own two feet. You wish you could dunk his head underwater and hold him there. 
After a while, you all returned to the hotel to prepare for dinner. As you were getting dressed, Arin once again made herself at home in your room, chatting with Jungkook about how he needed to teach her how to surf. Your annoyance was bubbling over at this point because as soon as you walked out of the bathroom, you realized Arin was wearing a dress similar to the one you were in.
 This, of course, wouldn't have been a problem; coincidences happen! Yet, you knew you weren't being dramatic in your anger because this was the very same dress you had bought in the resort's small boutique that afternoon when you guys first arrived. The same boutique that all eight of you entered at the same time and where you spent an hour deciding which of the dresses you and the other girls should get and wear for dinner that night. You had all, Arin included, picked out four very different dresses. Your dress was decided by both yourself and Jungkook as he gloated about how beautiful you looked in it. Did she … Did she really go back and buy your same dress?
"Hey, Arin, that's the same dress I was going to wear tonight," You say, slightly annoyed.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I realized later that the one I had initially picked out wasn't flattering on me," Arin replies, not sounding very apologetic.
You quirk an eyebrow, "Hmm, that's so weird because you kept saying how it made you look so good back at the store!" A fake smile on display, you brush past her and make your way toward your boyfriend, struggling to button up his shirt.
"Be nice," He whispers. You finish buttoning up his shirt and reach up to smack him on the forehead. He could be really stupid.
You tried to brush it off, for Jungkook's sake, and you all headed out to dinner. During the meal, Arin kept trying to talk to Jungkook, ignoring you completely. Gritting your teeth at another one of her aggravating laughs, you settle a hand on Jungkook's shoulder, excusing yourself to the bathroom.
Resting your hands on the sink, you try to catch your breath. One, two, three. Breathe in, breathe out. One, two, three. Feeling a lot better now and not like you were going to throw a plate at the annoying girl, you splash some water on your face. You hear the creak of the bathroom door opening, and you tense up, fearing it is the one person you don't want to see.
"Oh my god, y/n, you need to come back right now. I can't stand being near that wench for another second." Jennie whines, reaching to wrap her arms around your waist. With a sigh of relief, you turn around to crush her into a hug. 
"Girl, I might throw myself out of the balcony any second. She's being so weird with Jungkook!"  You whine back, causing the girls to nod. 
"I noticed. If she did that with Jimin, trust me she would be lost at sea." Jiyeon giggles, brushing my hair out of my face. You smile weakly at her, and the three of you link arms and return to the table. 
"There's our girls!" Taehyung announces, getting the table's attention. Jungkook immediately looking over, reaching an arm out toward you and pouting his lips. You grab his arm and lean down to give him a light kiss, and he smiles into it.
"You okay, baby?" He asks. You reply with a curt nod. He frowns, noticing your obvious mood shift, yet before he can ask you what's up, his attention is again on Arin as she continues talking about whatever the hell she is talking about. 
As the night went on, you started to feel increasingly uncomfortable. You noticed that Arin honestly did not care. She looked so pathetic, reaching over to slap a hand on his thigh as she laughed. Yet, you knew you looked even more pathetic just watching your boyfriend letting it happen. After dinner, you all headed back to the hotel. You and Jungkook return to your room, and you sigh in relief once your back hits the bed. Jungkook follows suit, the two of you lying silently and staring at the ceiling.  
"Hey," He says, effectively getting your attention.
"Hm?" You ask, looking over at him. He sighs, reaching his arm up to cup your cheek. 
"I'm sorry we haven't been able to spend time alone today." He whispers. Your heart melts at his large, apologetic eyes. You hum, turning your body to face him better.
"It's okay, baby. I can't say I'm not sad. It's been so long since we've been alone together." You pout, his thumb reaching down to tuck it back into place.
"We're alone now," He smiles, and you nod. He leans in, drapes a leg over your body to tug you closer, and kisses you. You two get lost in each other's touch, but a knock comes from the door before it can get any further. 
You pull apart, chests heaving, and Jungkook pats your thigh as he gets up to answer it. You don't even act surprised at who stands on the other side.
"Hey, Jungkook, can I talk to you for a second?" Arin asks.
"Uh, sure," Jungkook says, looking confused. He looks back at you, smiling apologetically, before following after her.
You wait a few minutes, but when they don't return, you can't ignore your racing heartbeat and decide to see what is happening. As you turn the corner, you face one of the worst sights you've ever seen. Arin kissing Jungkook. You wouldn't be surprised if a heart-shaped hole manifested under you because you were sure it fell out and sank to the first floor.
"Jungkook?" You whisper. The pair break apart, Arin gazing up at you with wide eyes, yet not as wide as your startled boyfriend's.
"No, Y/N, it's not what it looks like," Jungkook tries to explain. You hold a hand up to silence him. You didn't notice you were crying until tears started falling onto your cheeks. 
"I can't believe you would do this to me," You whimper out, shaking your head and turning around, running back to the room. You barricade yourself inside, holding your head as you sob your heart out.
You packed your bags that night and left the trip early, ignoring everyone's phone calls.
Back home, you were heartbroken. You try to wrap your head around why? He told you, no, he promised you he would never cheat on you. That was the last thing on his mind, or so you thought. You beat yourself up, how could you be so stupid? He was practically cheating on you that whole trip. That kiss was just the nail in the coffin. 
Unbeknownst to you, your girlfriends had let Arin have it. They called her all the names in the book, cementing whose side they were on. Jungkook wasn't free from their criticism either. They had read him to filth, which resulted in their boyfriends having to drag them away before they legitimately beheaded him. They decided to end their trip short, too. 
A day after you left, the group decided to all come to your apartment at once. They could see some unresolved explanations to be said, and if Jungkook's incessant crying was any indicator, maybe you had gotten it all wrong. One part of it was to have everyone explain their side uninterrupted. The other part was that if there wasn't some sort of mediator, they were sure you would throw your microwave at Jungkook and Arin's heads. 
It leads you all here. Silent, sitting in your living room. You stare at the wall, trying to avoid Jungkook's piercing gaze. You know he's fighting every bone in his body not to jump over the coffee table and hug you. He always hated when you cried. You almost feel bad, his red-rimmed eyes and distraught demeanor tugging at your heartstrings. You remind yourself that he cheated on you and doesn't deserve your pity. 
After a while, Arin clears her throat, getting everyone's attention. You set your pointed gaze on her, waiting to hear the stupidity about to come out of her mouth.
"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I never meant to hurt you. I just couldn't help my feelings for Jungkook," Arin says, tears in her eyes. Oh? You were confused. Is she admitting that Jungkook didn't cheat on you? You look over at him, and he nods.
"She's right, Y/N. I would never cheat on you. Arin kissed me, and I would've pushed her away! I swear! But you walked in as soon as she kissed me. I didn't even have time to process what had just happened." He's pleading, inching closer to the edge of his seat, almost as if he would pounce on you at any second.
You sigh, sitting up. You look at Arin first. "Arin," you begin. "I've put up with your antics for as long as I can remember. I always knew you liked Jungkook, but I set my feelings aside because I know how important you two are to each other. But this? This was too far. You kissed my boyfriend, Arin. MY boyfriend. You had no right to do that."
She bows her head, muttering another small apology. You turn to Jungkook. "Jungkook. I communicated with you about my feelings regarding your friendship with her. You told me she wasn't a problem, that she wouldn't try anything. Look where that ended us up." He bites his lip, nodding his head in agreement.
You sigh again. "Arin, I forgive you. I know you and Jungkook have been friends for such a long time, and that maybe that manifested into love or whatever, but I need to make one thing clear. If I want my relationship to work out with Jungkook, I need you to stay away from us for the time being. Not for forever, but for a while." She hesitates before nodding, looking toward Jungkook, yet he doesn't even spare her a glance.
"I forgive you too," You say, looking at Jungkook. "But you need to agree with my proposition to make this work. If you can't do that, I really don't want to even bother giving you a second chance."
"Of course." He says almost instantly. You nod. 
The rest of your friends pipe up, apologizing for any part they may have played in the situation and promising to support you all in any way they could.
After everyone had left, you and Jungkookwere finally alone. The two of you sit down on the couch, and you let out a tense breath.
"I'm sorry," Jungkook says, taking your hand. "I never wanted to hurt you."
"I know," you reply, tears still in your eyes. "I just...I can't believe that happened."
"I promise you, Y/N, I love you and only you," Jungkook says, looking into your eyes. "Arin's feelings for me don't change that."
You took a deep breath and leaned into him. You knew he was right. Your love for each other was strong enough to overcome any obstacle, even something as painful as this.
"I love you too, Jungkook," you assured, feeling a weight lift off your chest.
You sat there for a while, just holding each other and talking about what had happened. The two of you agreed that you needed to be more mindful of boundaries in your friendships and that you would work together to make sure nothing like this ever happened again.
As the night wore on, you decided to order food and spend the rest of the evening together. You knew it wouldn't be easy, but you were both determined to move past this and come out stronger on the other side.
Arin did eventually come back into your life many, many months later. Thankfully, you all had another conversation in which you reaffirmed your boundaries, and she graciously agreed to them. In the end, your love for each other only grew. You had weathered a brutal storm but came out on the other side more committed to each other than ever before.
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Hello tunblr user that I have NEVER spoken to before
Can I pretty please request dragon!zhongli doing dragon!Zhongli things
Like hoarding shiny things, and having a tail and hating random plants and squid 😭😭😭😭 idk I’m just hoping that something in this magically inspires your brain BUT feel free to ignore me
(I also really wanted to initiate ur ask box lol)
~ 🌷 anon <3
Why hello there tumblr user who i have also never spoken to! i hope this is uh,,, acceptable.
it was so hard to find a title for this oml
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"my natural form...?"
zhongli x gn!reader
genre: fluff, pure unfiltered fluffiness, such fluff, many fluffitude
word count: 500-ish
tags: retail addict zhong bc we love to see it, possessive zhong, zhong hates fish zhong, protective zhong (hes a cutie patootie guys omgomomgomgomgogmogmHDKAJH), venti makes a cameo/reader is a traveller but not tHE traveller bc THEYRE MINORS I REFUSE TO WRITE THAT. thats kinda it
tw/cw: possessive dragon boi, it lowkey seems like lightly toxic behaviour but i think thats it
a/n: i wrote a little smol bit of this every night this week so its maybe a bit disjointed but whatever. this was fun to write ty tulip bb. zhongli is the cutest im so sOFT FOR THIS MAN AAAA. also send me asks, ples, pls, plsssssssss, pls.
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dragon!zhongli who will buy pretty things without even realising that he quite literally has a retail addiction. will put things in random places in your house then get really confused when you move them. he keeps closely monitored stock of everything.
“darling, have you seen my golden vase anywhere”
“which golden vase?” 
“the one i purchased last week, at the market”
“i put flowers in it, it’s in the kitchen”
“okay, okay, good”
“you seem awfully worried about it”
“i am not, i simply… wished to know where it was… is all.”
“i see.”
dragon!zhongli who is lowkey possessive over you but refuses to admit it, also he feels that jealousy is not a good shade on him. But he’s a dragon, and you’re his most prized treasure, so it is only natural to him to protect you, right? it can’t be helped. he's got a really good sense of smell, so he can always tell who you’ve been around in the past few hours, but won’t tell you because he's afraid it’ll freak you out. 
(side note: he totally loves your scent and will compliment you on it all the time, like he’ll bury his head in your neck to calm himself down omg)
“my dear, who was with you earlier?”
“the guild had me teleport to mondstadt for a commission, why?”
“nothing my love, i simply- nevermind”
you look him in the eyes doubtfully
“tell.” 
“alright. you were with the anemo archon, yes?”
“i was. i was sent out to windrise to fight some hilichurls, i ran into him and he helped me defeat them, why?” 
“nothing, darling. the hilichurls didn’t hurt you, did they?”
“when has a hilichurl ever hurt me?”
“it is difficult to argue with that logic.”
dragon!zhongli who despite literally creating the harbour, refuses to go near the markets. he cannot stand the smell of the seafood that the merchants sell, so despite trying to “blend in” whilst in his mortal form, he will rarely be sighted outside the innermost parts of the city. 
“li’”
“yes, dear?”
“shall we take a stroll by the harbour? i have a free hour this afternoon and we should spend some time together. i haven’t spent much time with you this week, and i've missed you.”
“i have missed you too, love, however i think that-”
“you think?”
“i think that it is rather cold, down by the harbour. Shall we go to the teahouse instead?”
dragon!zhongli who is unconsciously protective of you in his sleep. he will wrap his tail around your form when cuddling, as a literal natural response. puts it around your waist and between your arms whilst spooning you so you can hug it like a teddy bear whilst he puts little kisses on your shoulders as you doze off. tells you the stories of years gone by as you sleep to vent his worries.
“li’”
“darling?”
“tell a story”
“must i?”
“yes, you must!”
“very well my dear, close your eyes.”
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Joker Out in Rijeka, 24.11.2023
So yesterday I got in the car and drove to Rijeka even though I fucking hate driving just to see some silly Slovenians at a smaller gig and hear the Serbian version of one of their songs live, drove back in the middle of the night even though I doubly fucking hate driving at night, went to bed at 3 AM, and got up bright and early today to go hiking because sometimes I'm a Slovenian stereotype. It was all absolutely worth it. My phone camera is not great and absolutely can't handle club gig lighting lol, and I know there have been gig reports already, but I still wanted to do a write-up with some photos, just to help me remember.
Inviting you in with Bojan's silhouette
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I actively did not want barricade/wanted to just chill yesterday haha, so I spent the day just walking around Rijeka. About an hour and 15 minutes before doors, I had nothing to do anymore so I figured I might as well scroll through my phone in the queue. Got there, got number 62, and fourth-ish row once we got inside.
The gig was so much fun - I really wanted (among other things) to see them at a smaller club gig, because I think it's unlikely we'll get any of those in Slovenia now. And it really is a different atmosphere. Also, Bojan was super happy, smiley and playful the entire gig, it was so so so great to see and it was truly infectious. Fair warning, I have extreme Bojan tunnel vision lmao so this will be a very uhhh biased report.
Actually wait let me start with this - sometime at the beginning of the gig, during one of the breaks between songs, Nace strummed Jan's guitar for a bit, but alas I didn't get my phone out in time to record it.
Also someone had a sign saying "NACE, BASS" or something like that and Nace did a quick impromptu bass solo and they should incorporate that into every gig now please and thank you.
At some point, Vita was taking photos of Bojan from below the stage and he kept making dumb faces at her camera while singing, it was so cute:
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Someone threw boxer briefs onto the stage and Bojan was VERY excited about it lmao, he was all "this is the FIRST time we ever got male underwear!" And he immediately had to locate the guy who threw them haha, and then he was like "there's also ladies' underwear here, is this yours too?" Then he told us that he'd lost or ran out of or forgot his underwear (can't remember exactly what it was) "so thank you." TOSS THEM MORE BOXER BRIEFS LOOK HOW HAPPY IT MADE HIM:
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I came to Rijeka with a GOAL so I downloaded a big text app and wrote "NISAM TI JOŠ PRIZNAO 🙏" on it haha. Held it up when Bojan started introducing ASTP and he saw it, and I assume other people must've done something similar too, because he said "some of you want Nisam ti još priznao, should we do that?" and then we went back and forth for a bit about whether they should do Nisam ti još priznao for the entire song (what we were cheering for) or half and half (Bojan's idea lol), and he was like "this is bargaining!" Anyway, we got half and half in the end haha - he literally started off with "a sem ti povedal kdaj/nisam ti još priznao/a sem ti povedal kdaj" which was pretty cool. I filmed the whole thing, it's not the greatest recording but I'll upload it for posterity. Jan and Nace did some thing with almost touching their guitars at the end.
When Bojan did the customary "asking where people are from" thing, it was really funny because he asked "who here is not from Rijeka?" and probably most of the audience went "WOOOOOO!" so then he was like "okay wait better question, who here IS from Rijeka?" hahaha. And I've read now that the girl from Finland who was in the front row was yelling "Finland" and that's why he immediately brought it up, but I didn't hear that from my spot, so to me it just went like:
Bojan: "who here is from Croatia?" [audience cheers] Bojan: "who is from Slovenia?" [a bunch of us cheer] Bojan: "and is there anyone from... Finland? Suomi?"
And then he made us all cheer and clap for the Finnish girl whereas her Swedish friend only got a "tack!" fshfsghk BIASED.
I always kind of assumed that the audience is just a mass of people to them and they don't really see individual faces, but Bojan spotted two girls who were like... 6th-8th row maybe? And pointed them out to us and told us that they had been fans of Joker Out since before they were Joker Out and to give them a big round of applause, it was really sweet. Bojan also tried his best to get to everyone who was trying to hand him things. And on that note, he went and took someone's rainbow flag during Ona of all songs which was just really funny to me sfghsd:
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(he's singing "da za mene živo ti se jebe" here haha)
OH when NGVOT started, Kris and Bojan were kind of like... communicating with facial expressions whether Kris was gonna do it or not haha and then he did!
Bojan introduced Umazane misli as "our most popular karaoke song" LOL and then when it came to the female part people ask to sing, he went full karaoke emcee like "welcome to karaoke night! A lot of people signed up today! They brought signs!" it was so funny, I loved it. And he was SO excited while people were singing, it was ridiculously cute, I have some of it on video and I'll upload that too just in case no one's done it yet (I really haven't had time to check haha) because you all need to see it, it was ADORABLE. I seriously can't overstate how playful and happy this guy was yesterday, it was everything.
Jure got an alpaca plushie during Novi val and it was funny because Bojan gets really into singing Novi val and meanwhile Jure, Nace and Jan were just like "tehehehe ALPACA" lol. (Side note, when Bojan was introducing Novi val, he said something about how this song is particularly important now that everyone is trying to make us hate each other or something like that.)
Other bits and bobs: I know Bojan and Nace have been interacting a lot on stage this tour, but it really stood out to me seeing them live yesterday, in comparison to the previous times I've seen them live. Nace was just super lively in general yesterday, he also interacted with the audience a lot and took selfies with at least two fans' phones. I know I've barely mentioned Kris but I couldn't see his side of the stage that well over people's heads and also... Bojan tunnel vision lol.
I'm probably (definitely) forgetting stuff, but this is very tl;dr already anyway so I'll cap it here. Again, my phone is terrible at club gig photography, but have a few more assorted photos anyway:
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