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cherryo · 3 months

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Nsfw alphabet headcanons about the rise brothers would be great!

HIIIII!!!! okay so i decided to pick out three for each brother cause if i did all 26 questions for each brother it would be a little much for me right now! i may revisit a whole one for each brothers :3

Pairing: Rise! Brothers x reader (separately) genre: smut Pronouns: no actual pronouns but fem genitalia Word count:didnt count warnings: cussin' and sex lol did not proofread

LEO

A- Aftercare (what theyre like afterwards)

2nd best out of the brothers (Raph is the best) Runs you a bath before you even ask, he has snacks, towels, water and everything you could want in his room already!

I- Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect of it)

Super super romantic, literally no jokes whatsoever. As he ages he eases up but as of right now hes very intimate and romantic! He thinks sex and sexual intimacy is sacred and needs to be serious !

W-Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He only likes to be a power bottom! He feels he has wayyyyyyy more control from the bottom than on top! He also thinks you being on top is super fucking hot

RAPH:

B- Body (what their favorite body part is of themselves and their partner)

His arms!!! Fucking thick as a log, hes very proud how much he can manhandle you with his arms and how he can hold you down or in any position with one arm!

Your thighs, he loves how they look when you sit down, have a tight skirt on, how his dick feels being slide between them, how fucking soft they are!

N-No (something they wouldnt do)

Public sex or bathroom public sex. He thinks its hot but he cant handle his noises or his size in public, it would be too obvious too quick and hes too nervous to be caught!

X-X-ray (lets see whats going on under those clothes)

HOLY SHIT FUXKING BIG AS FUCK!!!!!! Literally thickness of a coke can and the length of a normal human forearm!!!!!!!! No but fr the girth is what gets you hurtin’. You two have to prep your pussy for hourrrrssss before even attempting to slide his dick in

DONNIE

C - Cum (anything to do with cum)

He cums so much and it’s so thick and goopy and hot and-

He loves cumming in you and on you, depending on horny and situation level. If yall are in public he’s cumming in you so it drips out of you and he also does it commonly in the bedroom.

He cums on you primarily if its a quickie so he can just wipe it up and you wont have to worry bout your panties being soaked! How sweet of him <3

F- Favorite position

Mating press and doggy and i will not be expanding on this it just feels right!!!!

K-Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Literally breeding, body worship, overstim, panty sniffing, choking, collars & leashes, and -

He has so many, i believe hes the most adventurous in the bedroom! Mikey being second, raph and then leo <3

MIKEY

D- Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Is a panty stealer, literally sneaks dirty and clean underwear. He loves it, he primarily jerks off with them on his dick but will sometimes sniff it or stuff it in his mouth while jerkin it

L-Location (their favorite place to do it)

The bathroom!!!! Loves the counters and how creative you have to be while fucking in the bathroom. Also loves tub and shower sex! Mans is a freak fr but he just loves making the bathroom humid from stuff other than hot water ;)

Z-ZZZ (how fast do they fall asleep after?)

Hes out, the second yall are done hes out. Hes so bad at aftercare and i know he has that whole alter ego but it just feels right!!!!!! Hes a sleepy guy :’)

#chasewrites #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt raph #rottmnt smut #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt raph x reader #rottmnt mikey x reader #rise raph #rottmnt leo

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the-s1lly-corner · 3 months

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Taking their clothing because you miss them (Creepypasta)

two things: i promise im still working on the eyeless jack x reader fic to celebrate 1k TToTT my steam for writing the fic is just dwindling a little since its very different from my usual posts </3 but i still intend on getting it done! in fact id say its about halfway done, if you dont include proofreading and fixing stuff!! so theres definitely.. something.. i just dont have a time window for it </3 originally i was going to write this with ben/jeff/toby and make it platonic but, i realize this prompt is usually used for romance stuff so theyre gonna sit this post out, ill probably think of another group post soon to make up for it but shrugs getting into the writing i realize i wrote this prompt for some characters a while ago so im going to link those parts in their place

SLENDERMAN:

you take his tie! normally i would say his jacket, but i feel like thats such an obvious choice.. imagine you dont know how to tie it so he walks in on your fumbling with it. trying in vain to get it down... he probably thinks its a little amusing... i mean who wouldnt? kind of just watches you fiddle with it for a minute before making his presence known, likely making you jump. he would much rather you ask than take his clothing, he doesnt have much of it (though is there much need for it, anyway?) (non sexual obviously). probably teaches you how to properly do the tie. his hands absolutely consume yours

SPLENDORMAN:

just ask him and hes going to give you just about any piece of clothing he has on him! i like to think that he lets you have his hat a lot of the times. especially after he walked in on you trying it on.. sure it might be a little too big for you, what with splendor being very tall and thus having a larger head than yours... probably goes on and on about how adorable you look. i mean hes always telling you how cute or pretty you are but it hits different for him when youre wearing something of his. you dont have to ask for his clothing, hes very open to sharing! definitely gets an alternate outfit so he can match with you every now and then

MASKY:

naturally, you steal his jacket! i mean it looks so comfortable, does it not? this isnt an easy feat, by the way. since hes wearing it most of the time, so youre probably going to have to snag it when hes showering or something. quietly stares at you... he DOES think its cute but i do think he would try to get his clothing bad. another jacket similar in style to his mysteriously makes its way into your closet and its also in your size. dont ask where it came from.. he totally didnt steal it..! likely wouldnt want you to take whats his without asking or at least letting him know.. hence him getting your own jacket. wont physically rip it off of you, though, hes not that cold

PUPPETEER:

i think he loves seeing you in his clothing. he thinks you look cute.. but also... pathetic? usually lets you wear his coat or hat if you ask nicely. he already knows youre going to snatch something before you even do it but stays quiet because he thinks its pathetic/adorable, you think youre being so sly but youve already been caught. will tease you for it. a lot. its kind of his own way of getting you to do it again. genuinely thinks its one of the best things in the world. dont admit you do it because you sometimes miss him or like how he smells, its going to do ungodly things to his ego

EJ, LJ, AND HOODIE:

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bug-bites · 5 months

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one of my fav things to read/write is a f!reader x Simon "Ghost" Riley, where the reader is almost exactly like ghost. I'm talking full black mask, (maybe legally dead) few words, silent, callsign generally spooky like Reaper or Phantom, and I was wondering if you would wanna do that?

Usually I have reader as a childhood friend or adopted sibling of Roach, which is why roach is so comfortable around ghost. He's just used to it. If it's pure fluff or platonic that's completely fine, and if you don't wanna do that it's also fine!! I just thought I might as well shoot my shot :)

Your an amazing writer, have an awesome day <3

seeing double

cw: canon-typical violence, breif (pun intended) mention of ghost having skeleton boxers (nothing like explicit though i dont even know if this needs to be mentioned tbh but better safe than sorry), ghost gets shot womp womp, angst w/ a happy ending, so many military inaccuracies, barely proofread :P

pairing: platonic!simon 'ghost' riley x f!reader, gary 'roach' sanderson & reader

characters: simon 'ghost' riley, gary 'roach' sanderson (price, gaz and soap mentioned v briefly!)

authors note: omg you are so sweet thank you so much!! sorry this took so long i've been so busy with things, i hope you don't mind that i got a bit silly with this one and basically wrote a fic in jot notes 😭 (ALSO ROACH MENTION!! I LOVE MY BBYG THANK YOU ANON <3)

when you first met ghost he genuinely thought this was a joke. the balaclava, the whole death motif, your callsign being phantom which is literally synonymous with ghost, even your attitude was so eerily similar to him. it was like looking in a mirror

it didn't help when he tilted his head you mirrored your actions

i think he wouldn't gravitate immediately to you, it's not that he didn't like you he just felt a bit odd with how similar you two were, in all honesty he was probably slightly unnerved by you

soap and gaz definitely crack jokes about you being the second coming of ghost or something dumb like that

whenever anyone is referring to you and ghost and phantom it was always "the ghosts" or "ghost and girl ghost" which pissed you OFF

roach cant count all the times you have ranted to him about how everyone treats ghost like he came up with your whole aesthetic and you copied him when you have been doing this for YEARS before you even met ghost!

"and everyone acts like he invented skeletons and being legally dead! how self centered do you have to be to act like you invented skeleton iconography?! THEYRE SKELETONS. THATS LIKE BASIC HUMAN ANATOMY. and its always men taking the credit- god its so stupid! i did shit this first and how do i know that he isn't copying me huh?? did we ever think of that?? and ghost is such a basic ass fucking name like really. ghost? bet the only reason he wears that mask is to cover up his casper sized forehead."

roach knows that you're annoyed and you probably aren't trying to be super mean- maybe you don't even think ghosts forehead is casper sized! but hey, he isn't trying to argue while you look like you're about to rip someone's head off

instead he opts for calmly signing words of comfort lest you tear ghosts head off (with a few minor corrections)

"yes roach i know phantoms are pretty much the same as ghosts but that's not the point. you're basically my brother. you have to be on my side. that's how it works."

its good you and roach get along with each other. however, since you are just so similar with someone whos name starts with s and ends with imon "ghost" riley he becomes friends with roach quite easily and rants to him too

"she thinks shes so fookin crea'ive but you know wha? she isnt. bet ive been in SAS longer than her. wheres 'er skull tattoo at?? cause i got a whole sleeve done almost a decade ago! she isnt the first to come up wi' this. see, i get youre friends wi' 'er but truth is she di'nt come up wi' all o' this 'erself and she isn't half as dedicated as me. i even got skeleton boxers! she got those??- wait no dont answer tha' i dont wan' tha' image in my head."

for the first month or two whenever you see each other its clear you two do not get along.

roach tried to crack a joke but if anything it just made you hate ghost more

"hey, phantom. what's got two legs and bleeds?" "half a dog." you and ghost respond in unison

the rest of the day you dont even acknowledge each other. price makes a joke about how "you both are acting like you killed someone" which you mutter a small "oh im going to that's for sure" under your breath

safe to say you had a long rant to roach about how now not only is he stealing your whole persona, he's taking your jokes now too

you think roach would be torn between choosing sides but no this man loves every second of it. its so petty- so stupid he just needs to see how long you two idiots will keep butting heads

you mention how you were planning on getting a red mask? he's going up to ghost being like "hey, ghost did i ever tell you red is totally your colour? you know what actually? you should get a red mask!"

you both walk into the next briefing with your new masks and you couldn't be more pissed

to make matters worse you both are teamed up for the next mission. something about stopping a major arms dealer but ghost is the one getting his hands dirty. all you need to do is get into security, guide him through the complex enough for him to grab intel and leave

its simple. you've done it a billion times before, same with ghost. the first half goes fine. you both get in, he grabs the intel and is ready to head out, both of you speaking only when necessary.

minor issue- actually major issue, getting out wasn't as smooth. somehow ghost ended up shot right as he's notifying you that he's almost out. you hear the gunshot ring out, a grunt and scuffling.

"phantom to ghost. how copy."

your voice rings out, an eerie silence following after

"ghost. how copy."

you repeat again, this time earning a response

"m' alive. shot in the leg. bullet went clean through, makin a torniquet as we speak" he grunts back. you have never been happier to hear his stupid manchester accent "keep it that way."

if past you knew those four words directed at ghost would come out of your mouth, you're pretty sure you would've stolen a tank and driven it off a cliff immediately with ghost in it too probably

but now is not the time hotwiring a tank and locating a cliff would take too long anyways, you guide him out, occasionally telling him some stupid fun fact to make sure he's still there or just to keep him alert

"did you know that jellyfish have one hole for their mouth and asshole?" "these get more concerning the more you tell me." "most koalas have chlamydia." "alrigh', 'nuff of that. fun facts are s'pposed to be fun, you know that right?" "learning is fun."

this earns a chuckle from him which he quickly covers up with a cough

he makes it out alive, busted up that's for sure but alive nonetheless

you hook his arm over your shoulder, talking about everything and anything to keep him conscious. he's going to listen anyways so might as well make the most of it

"you're not as bad as i thought you'd be, 'specially for a copy cat." he says after you tell him yet another bizarre animal fact "i got a red mask first by the way" "piss off. this is why i don't compliment you" he rolls his eyes, for once not out of annoyance "i wear it better anyways." "sure, sure. believe what you want, but just know that i'm the cooler one." "you also are shit at making tourniquets" "so you finally admit that i'm cooler." no amount of eyerolling or snappy comebacks can hide your grin at this point. you silently thank your past self for choosing to wear a mask all the time "you're quite bold for someone who got shot in the leg"

once you two get back, practically everyone is surprised how all the deadly glares and colorful insults muttered under heavy sighs between you two have now been replaced with playful banter and empty threats with no murderous intent behind them

price heard you laughing with ghost followed up with you telling ghost "they will never find your body" which did scare the shit out of him but it made ghost laugh so hard he nearly pissed himself

price made sure to check that ghost was in fact alive for the next few days, just to make sure you were joking

when asked about it both of you just shrug and reply "trauma bonding."

roach, although disappointed with the absence of drama is glad to see two of the most special people in his life getting along bros just sad he cant be an instigator anymore

and as soon as ghost comes back from leave, he's got double the scary dog privileges he originally had

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wqxianwriting · 8 months

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how to make a golden retriever happy.

SLIGHTLY proofread | f!reader | poly relationship with nick & charlie though reader isn’t dating charlie | pretty damn long i got ahead of myself, sorry :,) | they’re so cute but im so bad at details fr | lunch date, walks, stargazing w fireflies & movie night! (you got headbands to wear… guess what movie charlie is having y’all watch rn) | what is stargazing | author questioning what color sonic’s eyes are | theres some crying at the end and a mention of breaking up but its just those negative thoughts actin up, theyre all okay :) | angst/comfort? | not many kisses unfortunately but THERE ARE SOME, like three scenes… two? | there is cussing, not much | nick & reader flashbacks

#%a/n%#;; first request done! thanks for it, they mean so much to me. i didn’t wanna make it too long but here we are lolol, hope it’s enjoyable though 🥹💜 also ntm on your family details but your mom does appear and she has a “set” personality! no one else appears though so you can imagine the reader’s family how you want, though it is mentioned your mom is married. also note, since reader is a lady she goes to the same school as like, elle darcy tara (and probably imogen too, right?). meant to post this yesterday but i wanted to add some stuff at the end haha, sorry sorry this is a whole ass wattpad book fr, feel like i wrote so much and nothing at the same time. hope you enjoy if you give it a read thought fhdhdj

OH YEAH last thing, the emotions in this story is kind of a whiplash 💀 one minute they’re happy the next theyre kinda sad or bittersweet so- hopefully the pacing doesnt seem bad… BE WARNED. shouldn’t be too crazy. okay thats it this time do enjoy

character(s):

nick & charlie (heartstopper)

elle & tao cameo

reader’s mom omg she’s a sweetheart, charlie’s parents are mentioned/super small cameo, nick’s mom also has a small cameo/is mentioned

darcy, imogen and sahar are very briefly mentioned!

The sweet sound of the school bell rings throughout and the school and every single student sighs in relief of the noise. You glance up at the clock on the wall before looking around the classroom where students are packing up their bags while talking noisily to one another.

You allow yourself to recline in your chair, left arm reaching back to where your backpack dangles off the seat and slide your hands into the side pocket, grabbing your phone.

Nicky Ricky Dicky: I’m alive!

Char: you live! i live too :) wanna walk together today or are you both busy? (gonna pick you up bestie)

Y/N: i’ll meet you outside (ty loveliest)

Char: awesome!!! nick?

Nicky Ricky Dicky: Sorry aha, I need to go home quickly today but I’ll be sure to join tomorrow!

This makes you pout and you can imagine your bestfriend having the same expression because the sad emoji he wrote in the group-chat even makes you sadder.

Char: ☹️

Y/N: don’f worry charlie

Y/N: Don’t*

Nicky Ricky Dicky: Sorry :,)

Char: It’s fine! Do what you have to do… we gonna facetime tonight though?

Char hearts your message ‘don’f worry charlie’.

Nicky Ricky Dicky: No promises but I’ll do my best. 😠❤️

Nicky Ricky Dicky: i gtg now, love you both <3

Y/N: lym! ❤️

Char: love you! ❤️❤️❤️

Y/N: three hearts 🥹

Char: y/n. STOP. come outside before i die

Y/N: omg… such a drama king like okay

You write and yet, you’re quick to jump from your chair and snatch your bag before sliding it on your shoulder. You push in your chair and skip out into the hallways where you see Elle. “Heya, Elle!”

She smiles warmly and waves goodbye to her friends before stepping in sync with you. “Hey there, Miss, didn’t catch your name.” You bump her shoulder and she bumps you back. “What’re you up to?”

“Charlie’s gonna come pick me up, hopefully via bike… mines broke the other day.” You sigh and she gives you a look of pity while trying to bite back a grin. Then she perks up.

“Not Nick?”

You shake your head, rubbing a hand against your temple. “Mm-mm, you ever just get a feeling something is off?”

Elle nods, turning her face away from you and her hands grip onto the handle of her bag that bounces against her legs. “Yeah, just putting it out there… graduation may be on his mind, I know its on mine and it’s been kicking my ass to be honest,” You wrap an arm around her in comfort and she hums in appreciation. “Just all that weird stuff, weird thoughts and anxiety…” Then she pauses, raising a hand and flicking her wrist. “Okay- not weird, but you know.”

That makes you snort, “Yeah, I get’cha… maybe, but we’ve always been open about that kind of stuff, I just don’t understand why it’d be a issue… I mean, we’ve talked about it many times before so it’s kind of odd, I guess?” You and Elle share a look of confusion before shrugging.

“Maybe it’s been having more of an impact y’know? You can speak easily about something when you’re not there yet but… graduation is coming up and everyone is worried about the future. You know how things don’t hit you till it’s happening literally next week or something? Maybe its hitting harder.”

Your heart clenches in pain at those words. She’s not wrong, there is a high chance it’s staring to affect him more… hitting harder than you’d know. You nibble on your bottom lip in concern and furrow your eyebrows,

“Well. If he’s being an idiot and isn’t gonna come to us about it then I’ll beat him up.” You place your hands on your hips, lightly joking to disperse the tense air between the two of you. Of course he isn’t being an idiot but you refuse to let him stress on his own. Elle chokes out a laugh in surprise.

“Oh god, he better run, she’s scary when she’s angry.” One of her hands let go of her bag and she hold her stomach while laughing a bit more. “Wouldn’t that be a sight?”

You scoff, “Like we haven’t argued before.”

“You argue about literal video games.”

“Stop.” You laugh and push at her shoulder. “Oh, and Elle, you know I’m your friend and if you ever need an ear to lend about college talk or need help to get your mind off of it to just relax, you got me.” She stares at you for a few beats before cracking into a grin.

“Thank you, Y/N. You know you got me too.”

Outside the school building you’re quick to spot two familiar figures by the gate. “Yes, he’s here!” Your arms raise in celebration then instantly flop down, “There’s no bike…!”

Elle calls out which makes the two boys stiff in seconds.

“Get your butts over here, Mr. Xu and Mr. Spring!” They awkwardly crane their necks to your direction and simultaneously sigh in relief – probably thinking you were teachers.

“You nearly gave me a heart attack!” Tao exclaims as you and Elle once you’re right infront of the two, gesturing to his heart. Elle is quick to place a hand over his chest – Tao’s cheeks lowkey reddening but you decide not to point it out for his sake – and her eyes widen a bit.

“Tao, your chest is gonna shoot out your chest.”

“See?”

“That is the goal, sire.” You finger gun at him and he smacks your hand away lightly with an exasperated look. It makes you giggle. “Elle is just feeling a little silly today.”

“It’s my agenda.” She grins before engulfing Charlie into a hug and he squeaks in surprise before squeezing her back. “Hello, Charlie!”

“Are you sure your heart isn’t pounding because you’ve gotten your daily dose of Elle?” You whisper while stepping in line next to Tao, facing your head to your other friends but you can see him tense at the corner of your eye.

He pinches his nose bridge, mumbling and you catch some of the words, suspiciously sounding like him saying he’s gonna fight you. His cheeks bloom a rosy rose so you take the win either way and smugly smirk at him.

“Hi, Elle!” His muffled laugh catches your attention, making you and Tao smile at the interaction before you wrap an arm around the latter, making him eyeroll, of course he does, but he wraps an arm around your shoulder and gives you a light squeeze in response.

“We best be off on our merry way,” You speak up, checking the time as the two friends let go of eachother. “I wanna stop by that new shop that opened a few weeks ago… Is that fine, Char?”

He gives you a thumbs up and Elle speaks, “Let me know how their desserts taste, I’ve been wondering but honestly they don’t look that good so…” She stares at you with a grimace before shrugging.

“Noted~” You say in a singsong voice before wrapping your arms around Charlie. “I’ll call you later, enjoy your afternoon date.” You and Charlie give the couple teasing grins and they take the bait, looking away in shyness but Tao takes the initiative and connects their hands together. It makes you melt.

“Shut up.” He groans, snapping but tone very much unthreatening adding on the fact he’s trying to cover his flustered face with his free hand.

“Yes, yes grumpy old man, we’ll see you later.” You and Charlie waist no time to start down the road with waves.

“Bye!” He shouts.

“I’m not a grumpy old man!” Tao stomps his foot, comedically. Right. How could you make that mistake?

“Bye, Y/N and Charlie!” Elle laughs with a wave and tugs her totally-not-grumpy boyfriend off in the other direction. You watch their hands tighten around eachother, squinting in amusement when Tao’s scowl instantly softens into a lovestruck gaze.

“Ahhh, young love.”

“You’re starting to sound like the old one here.” Charlie snickers, hands coming up to hold onto your forearms that are still bounded around him.

“You wound me, Char.” You squeeze him and he huffs. “I literally think the same when you and Nick are interacting, it’s so,” You make weird noises, fingers wiggling. “Y’know? Very sweet. Very cute, I even have some photos of you latching onto eachother while sleeping. Wanna see-?”

His brain feels like it’s shutting down, lightly smacking your arm when you lift it as to grab your phone. “Stop it.” You could practically see those animated stars swirling around his head and laugh.

You relent and unwrap your arms with a cheeky smile. He glances at you before hiding his face in his hands. “Ughh, whatever. You act like you don’t jump Nick the minute you see him.” Yeah, that’s crazy. You feel your own cheeks flaring up.

“You must be blind.”

“No, no, no. Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Lie!” He exclaims in a joking tone, uncovering his face and poking you in accusation. You lean away, losing your balance and forcing yourself to lean on your tippy toe. Your other foot comes down onto pavement with a stomp and you twirl like you’re dancing. Charlie definitely notices this misstep, doesn’t say anything but you see his shoulders shaking in silence. He’s laughing.

“I never lie?” You pick off the conversation.

“Was that a question?” He tilts his head back at you.

“No?”

He stares at you, eyebrow twitching and you puff out your cheeks like a frog, looking anywhere but in his direction. “You’re awfully cheeky today.”

“How am I being cheeky?” He gives you a look like you’re being ridiculous.

“Charlie Spring is a little cheeky today, my oh my, what have I done to deserve this.” Then you raise your voice in a slight yell, “Ahhh! Who is this?! This isn’t my Charlieeee…!” Your arms reach for the sky.

“You’re an idiot.” He takes the chance and poke you again which makes you yelp. You narrow your eyes. He runs off, you chase.

That was last week. You haven’t seen your boyfriend in a couple of days and it’s concerning. He responds hours late to your messages, doesn’t even respond in your group chat with Charlie, his calls barely last ten minutes and you literally haven’t seen this man in person. Charlie tells you he still shows up at school but his eye-bags are pretty bad.

“Is he avoiding me? I’m confused.” You frown, balled up on Charlie’s bed and feeling very mixed. A little annoyed, a little sad, and alot of worried. Charlie sets down two mugs on his bedside table and sits next to you on the bed. His rests a hand atop of your head and lightly taps it.

“No… I don’t think so. I see him at school and he tries to act normal but even he doesn’t respond to me like that outside of school.” The scowl his face makes has deepened and you’re quick to wrap an arm around his leg in comfort. He lets out a weak smile but it’s quick to fall off his face. “I’m confused too…”

You both stay silent, it’s nearly deafening. “I don’t wanna force him to tell us anything – I mean, he knows he can come to us if he needs it but if he’s really stressed about school maybe we can help give him some space to not think about it. Even if its only for a bit, you know?” Charlie listens to you mumble while tugging at a loose thread on his sweater and nods slowly, eyes lost in thought.

“Should we go somewhere?” He tilts his head back to look at the ceiling before his gaze travels around his room’s walls, hoping to find an inkling of inspection.

“That sounds fine.” The somber feeling in the room lifts a bit when you start to grin. You shift onto your back, raising your right arm in the air and sprawl out your fingers. “We could go out, do something and eat… I kinda wanna stargaze, is that weird?”

He lets out a chuckle, glancing down at you with a teasing glint in his eyes, “Wow, you’re such a romantic, Y/N. I’m shocked.” To which you scoff.

“Well, duh. Who makes all the date plans?”

“Okay, no, that’s because you say we’re bad at planning dates – you refuse us to even be involved.”

“Charlie, Nick brought you to a dog park as a date.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“You both stayed there till nine.”

He full on laughs now, bumping you with his knee and you smack it back in retort. “No judgement though, I would do the same but that was for the whole day! Who stays at a dog park from Eleven to Nine?” He continues to laugh until they turn into giggles.

“Maybe… we’re unique.”

“True that. You didn’t even bring baby Nells, shaking my head.” To put emphasis, you shake your head and your friend has to gasp out for air. “Don’t die, now.”

“Whatever whatever.” He brings his hands to his face and rubs his cheeks in circular motion to calm himself. His face is flushed and he exhales slowly before reaching for his phone. “Do you want your drink?”

You remove your arm from his leg and sit up properly, holding on your hands and he complies, placing the mug between them. “Thank you~” You lean on the wall, flopping your legs onto Charlie’s before crossing them at the ankles – to which he sighs in annoyance and it makes you grin. “What’re you doing?”

“I’m gonna search for places to go that is nearby but not too close… you have a place in mind for stargazing?” He grabs his own mug that is black and littered with yellow stars, how ironic. You nod sleepily, slowly sipping your preferred drink and tap at the cup absentmindedly.

“Yeah, it’s near my house.”

He flicks his eyes towards you for a second.

Then goes back to typing on his phone.

“You mean it is your home.”

“Maybe.”

You smirk, he sighs and you both go back to planning. Nick honestly better be willing to get his ass dragged out of the house by his lovely girlfriend and boyfriend because money is involved and you both would be damned if he just wallows in self despair, alone.

So, that’s what happens, you fill Charlie’s parents in on needing to steal your bestfriend during the weekend and some of the plans involved like a movie night. They agreed to let him stay over for the night but he must call every few hours or atleast text.

Your parents love the boys and were completely down with the idea. Of course you also secretly called Nick’s mum and she had filled you in on a couple things that made you a tad bit more nervous to see your boyfriend.

Seems like your assumption was correct (more like Elle’s). “Lately he’s been talking about colleges, right… he’s planning to go on a trip sometime this month to check them out but he seems stressed, it’s been worrying me. You know though, kids probably don’t want their parents all in their business, haha,” She laughs softly and you can hear running water cut off on her end – probably washing something – “He knows he can come to me so I’m just letting him have his space. It’s lovely you and Charlie want to ease his mind! Glad he’s with and friends with two sweethearts,” This makes your face flare up in embarrassment but your chest puffs with pride.

“Of course, and I know he appreciates you being patient and understanding with him. The thing we don’t wanna do is pressure him… I just hope this can help take his mind off of the stress and you know… relax?” You grimace a bit, tugging at the end of your sleeve as the phone sits between your ear and shoulder.

“I get it, mhm. Thank you, Y/N.” Her voice is still soft but gets even more sincere with a hint of emotion. Had you feeling emotional too.

Saturday is quick to arrive and you stare at your reflection with determination. Brushing down your outfit, you admire your date look a bit more before turning around slowly and snatch your bag off the bed which is filled with random necessities that you may or may not need along with your wallet.

“Alright, Nick Nelson, prepare yourself for the best date you’ll ever be on.” You puff out your cheeks, grab you phone of the charger and exit your room. “I’ll be off, Mother~” You hum once you reach the end of the staircase and spot your Mom on the couch with a paper in hand.

“What is with the formal address?” She chuckles behind her hand, standing up and following you towards the front door. “I’ll see you later tonight with Nick and Charlie, right? Enjoy yourselves.” She smiles, wrapping her arms around your head and you hug her back with a gentle squeeze.

“Oh! Wait.”

She quickly unravels herself from you and speeds down the hall to the kitchen. Your eyes stare down the direction she went for a few seconds before deciding to slip on your shoes.

“Okay, here you go.” You’re standing with the door open by the time she comes back and she gives you a picnic basket. It’s not super big but you have to grab it with two hands. Less from the size, more from the weight.

“Mom. What did you pack in here?” You huff out a laugh, going to open the lid but she stops you.

“No, do not open it. It’s like… a wedding. You can’t see your spouse or it’ll be bad luck!” She speaks with a finger raised and you cock an eyebrow up. Whatever you say, Mom is basically your expression and she seems to notice because she places her hands on her hips with an exasperated look. “Just trust me, I’ve done it before and it was bad luck all day.”

“Mhm, mhm, right.” You nod, half listening and backing up on your porch. She follows, hand on the doorknob with a soft smile and she pinches your cheek with her other hand. “Thanks, I love you.”

“Love you too, honey.” She full on grins now and waves. After your ‘see you later’ promises, you’re quick to dart down the street and across the roads to a nearby park where Charlie said he’d meet you after picking up Nick. It gives you enough time to unload the nice lunch packed for the three of you and hopefully buy some refreshing popsicles or ice creams before they arrive.

Seems like luck is on your side though – maybe your Mom was right – because the minute you finish laying out the huge blanket in a nice shaded area you hear the sound of someone ringing a familiar bell sound. You turn your head so quick it nearly gave you whiplash and your eyes widen at the person walking along the park’s path, pushing a white squared cart decorated with photos of different types of cold treats.

You take your bag and phone, dialing Charlie’s number while speedwalking across the grassy field. It takes two rings before you hear his voice.

“Yes, partner in crime?” His voice comes off as staticky for a moment.

“What the hell are you doin’, your mic is scuffed as hell…”

“I’m walking!” You could imagine the eyeroll Charlie would do and bite your cheek to not laugh.

“Are you with Nick?” You continue to talk but smile in greeting when the ice cream seller stops at you coming over. He says hello and you wave before looking over all the choices on the cart.

“Yes. We’re grabbing drinks right now, you okay?”

“Yeah! I’m at the park, set up the picnic – though the food is still in the basket,” You glance back at your spot and after making sure nothing seems out of the ordinary you look back at the cart. “You remember those ice cream cart things? You want something?”

It’s silent between the two of you as Charlie ponders, in the meantime you point to your desired choice and the guy nods with a smile, opening the ice cream cart before digging around in the pile of cold desserts until he finds the one you want.

“Do they-“ He cuts himself off with a chuckle and you perk up at his voice, “Do they um,” He snorts this time then sighs to calm himself, “The ones with the bubblegum eyes. I wanna try one.”

You laugh a little, thanking the ice cream man as he sets the packaged treat in your hand. “Do you want the sonic one or something?”

“Whatever you spot first or whichever is given. Oh wait- Nick-“ You zone out a bit as he speaks to the blond and point to the blue hedgehog. The ice cream man continues his search. “He said he wants the crybaby ice cream.”

“Oh god.” You sigh in adoration, tilting your head back to the clear blue sky. “Weren’t they, like, terrible the last time we tried them?”

This time you hear Nick’s cheerful voice and he scoffs, “Okay, no. That was because for some weird reason you and Darcy wanted to put warheads into the mix.”

“Thank you,” You say to the nice man, grabbing a ten and a five dollar bill as a tip out of your wallet with a smile. You then put all the treats into your bag along with the wallet, waving the man bye which he returns and goes on his merry way. Your focus goes back to the two boys. “Ah yes, I remember the part where your face went sooo red. Hilarious, I have videos I think.”

He groans in prospect and you hear muffled giggles erupt from Charlie. “Why do you do this to me?”

“What are you talking about?” You tease and he groans again.

Charlie then speaks up, sounding way closer to the phone. “Alright! We’ll see you in two-point-five seconds.” You hum in response and say your goodbyes before hanging up the phone.

You reach the blanket again, flopping on your tush and take the ice creams out, aligning them with precision on top of the picnic basket. Charlie doesn’t disappoint because not two minutes later you see two familiar figures walking down the park path, one of them pointing towards your general direction and ditching the path to the grass.

You could feel your heart pound from… nervousness or excitement? Maybe both and it makes you grin, waving at the two. They get closer and Charlie waves awkwardly with a hand that has a drink in it, to which you notice his other hand also had a drink… and one of Nick’s. The blond’s other hand is carrying headbands of some sort and a bag is hanging off his arm.

“Char told me to get these while we were in the grocery store.” Nick speaks first when they get to you, he lifts the hand with headbands. “I decided not to question it.” You raise your hands and he carefully sets the accessories in them. Ah. Barbie headbands.

“Charlie…” Your brows pinch in amusement but also bewilderment. “What have you decided?”

He chuckles mysteriously, lifting a foot off the ground to point at your hand. “Put those down and take your drink, please. My hands are freezing.”

“Oops.” You comply and take the cup. The two eventual settle down with Nick in the middle and you quietly take a nice sip of the beverages. “Thank you.”

The boys nod and you glance at Nick, noticing the shadows of bags under his eyes. It makes you frown for a second, “So, what am I doing here on this lovely day.” Before you could inquire, Nick speaks up first, eyes shutting in contentment and a pretty smile adoring his face.

You lean back on the palm of your hand, eyeing Charlie and he meets your gaze. “Can we not want to hang out with the one and only, Mr. Nick Nelson?” You speak with a teasing tone, leaning into his side. His smile goes wider and he opens his eyes to meet yours.

“You make me sound like some big shot.”

Your eyes narrow.

“Well it was hard to reach you… so…” His gaze falters along with his smile, nervously tapping the top of his cup. “Not to pressure you, you know that but Charlie and I will always be there to listen if you need it.” You poke his arm gently and you spot Charlie’s hand sliding into Nick’s.

“Yeah.” Charlie nods, squeezing their hands, “But if not, that’s fine too. Y/N and I wanted to just, relax with you. Spend some time together.”

That makes Nick let out a shaky laugh and a wobbly smile. “Thanks.” He pauses. “Really. It’s just been, crazy?” He nibbles at his bottom lip before sighing and flops on his back, leaving his cup between his crossed legs and dragging the two of you down with him – which makes you all share a laugh.

Charlie rests against his boyfriend’s chest – facing his direction and you flip onto your stomach to play with both of their soft locks. “What has?” You ask softly.

He’s silent for a bit, tapping his fingers on your back with his free hand. “I’m not sure, school? Life? …Me? There’s no exact reason, everything just seems to be crashing down in my brain and it’s annoying to say the least.” He sighs heavily, “I’m probably just having that kind of month where everything is just feels like alot.” He frowns and you move the hand in his hair down under his chin, gently squeezing his cheeks and he chuckles.

“That’s perfectly fine, it happens.” You move the hand to trail up the left side of his face and place your palm over his forehead like you’re checking his temperature and it makes Charlie join in, prodding at Nick’s neck gently.

“There’s a lot going through your life right now, perfectly understandable why it feels overwhelming and such. Thank you for talking to us about it.” Charlie speaks softly.

“Of course. I don’t,” Nick pauses, opening his eyes with a flash of worry, “I don’t want it to feel like I’m shutting you both out or anything, or if it feels like you’ve done something wrong. I feel less weird thinking I’m overreacting, haha…” The laugh comes off flat but from the reassuring smiles from his lovers, he feels at ease.

“You’re not.”

“Nuh-uh.” You and Charlie speak simultaneously, denying such thoughts. It makes Nick laugh which sounds less forceful.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to talk about everything right now since I don’t even think I’m done… accessing everything but really, thank you. You both are my anchors.” If you didn’t tear up from that, your heart definitely did. Charlie gets up off Nick, letting go of the blond’s hand and tilts his head back with his hands over his face.

“Same, Charlie.” You cover your own face and lay flat against the blanket.

“I…” Nick trails off with another laugh and he sits back up which catches both of your attention. “Can we eat though, I’m getting a little hungry.” He gives a shy smile and you also sit up.

“Oh shit, what if the ice cream melted?!” This realization has the three of you shooting towards the basket, grabbing the packaged delights and simultaneously sigh in relief. They’re not melted… yet.

“Should we just eat these first and then eat the actual lunch next?” Charlie bites back a laugh, already opening up the plastic and pulling out the bubblegum eye Sonic, wasting no time to put it in his mouth with wide adorning eyes.

You and Nick watch him in amusement before opening your own. “I wanted this lime popsicle they usually sell but there were none.” You sigh before eyeing Nick’s container of airhead ice cream. He opens the top and it reveals the swirls of… red? Or pink and green.

“That’s funny, we saw those while we were at the store. There were these coconut flavors too.” Nick reminisces, plucking the taped but wrapped in it’s own plastic wooden spoon off the side of the ice cream container.

Charlie hums before looking down at the bitten into Sonic, “Why does Sonic have green eyes? Are they actually green?”

You all stay silent.

“I thought they were black or brown?” You speak in confusion.

“Right? Even blue….” Charlie tilts his head.

“Technically all of those are correct though they turn red as well… It’s the different franchises, I guess?” Nick furrows his brows in thought, scooping into his sour treat after freeing the wooden stick and eats away, wincing here and there. You watch with amusement.

The lunch date you can say with absolute certainty was very successful. You all catch up on things that have been going on and different shows you’ve been watching. Sharing ice cream, stuffing yourselves full with your Mom’s cooking – there was even a drink war? All you knew was one minute you were nearly done with your beverage and the next it’s being tossed in Nick’s direction as you try and run away from Charlie’s retort from you getting him seconds before. Ah, can’t forget the classic kisses shared under one of the many trees at the park and the newest photos stored in your ‘Nick & Char ❤️’ album, like the picture of Charlie ‘painting’ Nick’s face with whip cream. Where the fuck did you get whip cream from? Ask your mother.

Around the time you were all packing up, a teenager around your age ran up with their four other friends and inform you there is a nice walking trail – pointing towards the area where the park path splits, one continuing into a circle around the whole field and the other going into an area with rows of trees.

“Y’think we’ll get jumpscared? Like a haunted path or something.” You joked.

“They said there’s a nice stream down the path.” Nick smirks at your joking, placing a hand on your head and you puff out your cheeks, feeling them heat up a bit.

“Ah yes, you can take a nice swim in it when I push you in there, Y/N.” Charlie hums, quick to dart his eyes away when you flip your head in his direction.

“You’re so evil to me?” You watch him with wild eyes, mouth agape and he laughs.

“Do you think we’ll actually able to get in?” Nick ponders and you flip the wild gaze to him now.

“With us three, I’m sure we can pull it off.” Charlie responds with a menacing grin, mischief all up in his eyes and you’re playing ping pong with your eyes, flitting back and forth between them.

“I’m gonna be arrested today, huh…” Your boyfriend and bestfriend just giggle like evil people.

In the end, you three didn’t get in the stream’s water but there were some fishes so you decided to feel them the crust that Charlie didn’t eat from his sandwich and take some more photos. Nick had picked Charlie up bridal-style, getting dangerously close to the water and you record it all.

“Don’t drop me!” Charlie tightens his hold around Nick, fear and excitement in his tone.

“This takes me back to the beach…” Nick ignores his boyfriend’s pleas and spins around carefully.

“Do not reminisce while I’m in your arms, please and thank you?!” He exclaims and it makes you full on laugh, an arm over your stomach while watching the whole exchange happen.

It’s not long before it turns from afternoon to evening, you three return back from the area with Nick and Charlie debating on if they saw a deer or not. Charlie saying it was definitely there and Nick saying it wasn’t there.

“Carl Grimes flashbacks…” You hum and Charlie puts you in a headlock.

“Do not. I will cry right here.” He pouts and pulls at your cheeks, ignoring your protests. Nick watches with a soft gleam in his eyes, rocking the picnic basket back and forth with a hand.

You all walk down the sidewalk side by side once Charlie lets you go, talking about random things before Nick realizes the direction you’re going.

“Are we dropping Y/N off?” He frowns.

It catches you and Charlie off guard. “What? What makes you think that?” You raise an eyebrow. Nick points ahead and your house in slowly coming up in view. Ah.

“Ah.” Charlie speaks your thought and you both share a laugh. “No, we’re not dropping her off.” Charlie stretches his arms with a grunt before eyeing the bag strapped around Nick. “You brought pajamas and clothes for tomorrow, right?”

Nick nods, pursing his lips. “Still confused about that.”

You scoff in amusement and place a hand on your forehead with an endearing smile. “Nick…”

“Don’t worry, you’ll understand soon.” Charlie gives him a thumbs up, paired with a wink before darting ahead of the two of you. Nick flicks his gaze to you in question but you put on an act and shrug.

“What he said,” You pause for a moment, eyes burning into Nick’s, “Do you like stargazing?”

He moves closer to you, closing the gap and tugs your hand in his. The question makes him look up at the sky for a moment. “Mmm. Never tried it before? What counts as stargazing? I’ve… been in the car on trips and looked out the window…?” You give him a perplexed look which he returns.

“Alright, well-“ You chuckle, “That can… technically count? I guess? Just… Yeah.” You give up midway, tugging Nick along when you get closer to the front of your house where Charlie awaits. “You’re on your phone while you’re on a date? Tsk tsk.” You tut your lips in disapproval and Charlie startles.

He rolls his eyes, flipping his phone to the two of you bounding up the steps. “I was texting Saha- oops, hold on-“ He cuts himself off, flipping the phone back around with a nervous smile.

You glance at Nick before moving your hand to cover his eyes with your other hand. He gasps in surprise but doesn’t question it any further, grinning a bit. Facing back to Charlie you mouth the word, ‘Barbie?’ and tilt your head in confusion. He nods.

“You’re silly.” You remove your hand from Nick’s face and flatten your hand, tapping Charlie’s forehead in a chopping motion. He rubs the area with a laugh and you knock on your front door.

“Did you forget your keys?” Nick giggles when you give him a look of shame.

“Maybe.”

Your Mom is quick to open the door, grinning widely. “Welcome back. Hello, Charlie and Nick.” They wave in shyness and she scoots back to let the three of you in. “What’s the plan next, soldier?” She bumps the door closed with her hip and loosely crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow at you specifically.

“Gonna go in the back for about an hour…” You trail off, taking your shoes off in the most complicated way. With your feet, or the heels per-say. When you finish you take the basket from Nick and walk to the kitchen with your mom as the boys finish taking off their own shoes. “To stargaze.” You finally finish when Nick’s ears are out of reach.

She pats you on the back with approval, “Attagirl. How was lunch?”

“It was fun! We spoke a bit, ate and went down a trail.” You bounce your head to the side while listening the activities before pausing. “He seems more… energized?” Your lips purse.

“Was that a question?” She leans against the counter, one arm coming out of the self-hug and she combs her hand through your hair. You give her an awkward look and she breathes out a laugh. Tapping the crown of your forehead, she moves away to the fridge with a soft smile. “Well, if he seems to be uplifted,” She eyes you before taking out three water bottles. “That’s great news, no?” Then sets them infront of you on counter.

“You’re right but… I don’t know. I just feel like I can do more,” You huff. “But that’s dumb because of course I can’t, this has to be something Nick figures out and all I can do is support him.”

“Honey, that is doing more for him. Supporting him is the biggest help you can five someone, along with what you’re already doing. Taking him out, letting him have space to clear his mind and being a safe net. Same thing with Charlie, no?“ Her hands latch onto your shoulders and give the muscles a gentle squeeze. “I know it feels like you want to do so much more but, there’s only so much.” You tilt your head back and look up at her with a half-smile before relenting.

“You’re right.”

“A mother is always right.” She lets go and moves towards the stove, giving you a smug side eye… which you return with an unamused eyeroll.

“Yes, yes. My mother is always right. Sometimes.”

“About ninety-nine percent.”

“Ninety-five…” You lift an eyebrow and give her pointed look. She has a spoon in her hand when she looks over you and points it to her chin in thought, it’s just a bit though.

“Ninety-seven. Take it or leave it.”

You scoff in amusement before scooping up the bottles, “Whatever you say, ma’am. We’ll be outside.” She hums in understanding and you exit out the kitchen, walking into the dining room before reaching the living room where the duo waits.

“Pleasure for you to join us.” Charlie smirks and takes two of the bottles from your arms with a nod of thanks.

“Be welcomed.” Nick muses with a grin and cracks open the bottle, taking a quick refreshing sip.

“What is this speech? I hate it.” Your face scrunches up in disgust before gesturing to the sliding glass door. “Shall we?”

“Look who’s doing it now…” Charlie stares at you cheekily. You give him the finger, he returns it.

There are slides in a shoe rack near the door and you three take a pair before stepping out. Nick’s eyes widen in wonder. Your backyard has a big blanket – similar to the one from the picnic – sitting in the middle of the area that has a plot of grass and lanterns that hang off metal rods sit nicely around in the grass that have curves at the end, doing nicely as handles. What surprises you are the little bugs that fly and flicker with a yellow-green gleam in the air.

“Since when do we get fireflies?” You speak first.

“Since forever, Y/N.” Charlie poked your back and you jump, flipping around to get him back but he’s already slipped behind Nick.

“You little…”

“Ah, ah ah, you have to be nice to me.”

“Says who?” He’s being ridiculous.

“Says me. Your bestfriend.” He peaks around Nick’s side – who, mind you, is still focusing on the backyard’s look – with a teasing grin.

“I’mma beat you up.”

“No!” He lets out a laugh when you lunge towards him, twirling out of your reach and running around with you flailing behind.

It felt special to Nick. The orange-red sky turning into it’s pitch dark blue color, stars twinkling down on you three with a full moon bright. His eyes are stuck on his two partners, the fireflies swirling around them out of disturbance but still they still decorate the backyard with green-yellow hues, not ready to leave. He remembers this conversation you had in this backyard a year ago…

“Do you think fireflies come around this area?” You were sitting on a bean bag, legs tucked beneath yourself and were practically sunken into the ‘seat.’ Charlie had insisted you to put it on the concrete side of the backyard so you did and now your face is hidden behind Nick’s switch in your hands.

Speaking of who, Nick is currently soaked wet, wringing out the ends of his shirt and Charlie wraps himself up in a towel. It’s late night, pitch dark but they wanted to play with water balloons and your Mom happened to be out of the house to pick up dinner.

“Maybe…” He leans back to look at the sky. “Why? Do you like fireflies or something?” He looks back down at you. The question has you silent for a couple of beats before you set down the console. He watches you with an amused twinkle in his gaze, puffing out his chest in pride at seeing you in his sweater. Charlie had been wearing it earlier and you both traded before they brought out the balloons.

“I mean, I have never seen any so, maybe, maybe not.” You shrug, unfolding your legs and stretching them out with a groan. Your socked feet slap down against the concrete and you sit up a bit. “Don’t you think they’re kinda special though? My Mom said it’s like they’re glowing up your night, dancing around you and stuff.” You eye the floor. “Appearing on specials occasions like they know,” You lean back into the seat with a sigh, “Said that’s how she got married. Isn’t that crazy?”

Charlie purses his lips, tilting his head to the side before smiling, “Sounds magical. They’re the ‘true love’ bugs.” His smile widens into a grin.

“Exactly!” You snap your fingers with a nod, bumping your heel against the stone pavement.

“I’m sure they do appear out here though, don’t they come out at Midnight?” Charlie shivers while speaking, hugging the towel around himself tighter. You sympathize with a playful grin.

“Maybe. But well, you boys should get inside and warm up. We’ll try next time.”

“Nick! Are you gonna come and lay down?” He snaps out of his head, eyes darting to you and Charlie lying on the blanket though Charlie is trying to tap out from a leg lock you have him in.

He snorts in surprise, not missing a beat and closing the distance. “How the hell did this happen?”

“Nick! Help me~” Charlie wails before pinching your thigh, making you yelp and quickly let go.

“That is cheating!” You exclaim, rubbing your leg with a wince.

“All’s fair in war.” He snickers, reaching a hand out to Nick who takes it and sits down between you two.

It’s a nice silence between the three of you, you’re not sure who laid down first but you eventually followed. Nick has his arms wrapped around the two of you and you’ve glanced up at his face which shows contentment. You even met his gaze while peeking and it caught you off guard with how much his brown orbs were filled with much love and affection.

You reach a hand out towards Charlie and tussle at curls, making him whine in protest but lets you continue anyway. “I’m not good with constellations so you’re not gonna be getting that during this stargaze adventure.” You mumble against Nick with a laugh and it makes the other two chuckle.

“Nah, that’s alright… I’m happy with this…” You and Charlie freeze at how soft Nick’s voice sounds. Serene. Content. More than happy but not quite ecstatic. Filled with much love directed towards the two of you and it has your heart pounding.

You sit up on your elbow, making Nick’s arm slip off of you and he eyes you with suspicion. “Actually…” This would be way more comfortable on your knees so you sit up, tuck your calves beneath you and cuff Charlie’s face into your hands. It’s nearly laugh worthy of how quick his face turns a deep red and how you felt it happen under your touch.

You lean forward, careful not to face-plant into him – that would be awkward… and painful – pressing your lips against him. You both move into a soft but passionate rhythm. Your thumb brushes against his dusted cheeks, pressing hard against his lips one final time before moving back with a dazed grin.

He returns it, chuckling shyly before meeting Charlie’s intense gaze. You choke back a laugh with the swiftness of your friend sliding up a bit, hand softly cupping the side of Nick’s face and sharing their own kiss. Also very slow, and passionate. Your tilt your head up towards your house, eyeing the sliding door and sigh in relief to not see your Mom near it. By the time your gaze returns you’re meeting with the two boys staring at you with flushed faces.

“Oh my god, you’re so red.” You laugh.

“Shut up?” Charlie hands an arm over his face, probably burning up a bit more from the teasing.

The fireflies have died down, some still hanging around but you notice most are gone and a smile tugs at your lips. “Wanna go inside now?”

Charlie removes his arm with a sharp inhale and the two nod. “Do you need to bring the blanket in?” He points to the cloth when you all stand and you’re quick to shake your head.

“Nah. I’ll grab and wash it tomorrow,” You stretch your limbs, hearing some pop. “I need new bones…”

Nick sticks his tongue out in playful disgust, “That sounds horrific.”

“Wouldn’t that be crazy though? If we needed to trade in new bones when we’re old and seniors.”

“Y/N.” Charlie’s eyebrows bend and he grimaces, “Why do you come up with the most freaky scenarios.” It’s not a question.

“Yeah, like the apocalypse one from before.” Nick pitches in with a frown that falters into a smile.

You all step into the living room after you’re done turning off the lanterns and have grabbed your bottles, “Because my brain is so amazing that I just think of things you would never think of.” You make a gesture to your brain before wiggling your fingers like you’ve done a magic trick.

“Or so you say…” Charlie glances somewhere else before meeting your eyes, “Less would never think of more, shouldn’t think of.” He flicks his hand towards you, thumb and index finger out in a finger gun.

“Hey, these could be real life events soon to happen.”

“Yeah the bones theory would happen when we all become immortal.” He chuckles and you roll your eyes.

Then boom, jumpscare. Your Mom appears just as you’re settling on the couch. A screech leaves all of your mouths and she stares in shock with mild confusion and amusement.

“Hello to you three, too.” She giggles, walking over to the glass door, tugging the lock between the handle down and pulls the thick curtains down. “Enjoy stargazing?” She turns back around with a soft smile.

You three shift your gazes away. Apparently it wasn’t just you that still had the intimate moment in the back of your brain, huh? “Yeah, thanks Mom.”

If she noticed the slight awkwardness building up, she doesn’t mention it nor show it and instead clasps her hands together, “That’s wonderful! Dinner is finished so feel free to grab whatever you want. I’ll be upstairs if you need me.” She fills you in on her own plan for the night which is pretty much staying in her room so you all have your own time. She then tilts her head, eyes spacing out until she perks up, “And then there’s brownies that are baking, should be finished soon. I set a timer so when you hear it please take it our for me, Y/N.”

You nod before frowning, “Why does it have to be me?” Apparently she didn’t understand from the confusion crossing her face. You then point to Charlie and Nick.

Charlie looks offended, “We are a guest?” but his tone is light.

“You practically live here? Your clothes are in my closet, mind you.” Nick and your Mom choke out a laugh while Charlie flares up, flustered.

“Nick’s are too?!”

“Which is why I included him in my pointing?!”

Two people are bickering, two people laughing at the scene. It doesn’t take long for you Mom to calm you both down, “It doesn’t matter who, it doesn’t matter if it’s all three of you. Please just don’t let them burn.” She chuckles a bit more before rubbing her hand against her collarbone to calm herself, “Have a great time. I’ll be in my room.” You all wave her ‘goodnight’ and she retreats upstairs.

You three share a silence. Then Nick speaks,

“…So what exactly are we doing? It seems you both are full of surprises today,” He wears a teasing look which makes you and Charlie look away.

“Don’t worry about it, mister. You enjoy the ride.” You talk first before nudging Charlie with your leg. “You put the movie on, I’ll go make our plates and...” You eye Nick for a moment not knowing what he should do.

“Nick, I put the backpack in Y/N’s room, could you go get it while we set up? Oh! The headbands too.” Charlie pitches in and grins at the mention of the headbands. You and Nick blink at him before standing up to dart down your own paths.

While you’re making the plates the oven timer does go off. You take a toothpick from one of the drawers, flick on the oven light, open the oven – making you flinch back from the heat – then poke the dark chocolate fudge goodness. It has baked all the way so you grab oven mitts and drag the pan of brownies out of it’s cooker, sets it on the stove and flick turn the oven off.

After making sure everything was set in the kitchen you grab two plates and exit the kitchen, back into the living room where the movie is paused on the TV right before it begins. Charlie stands up and helps grab the two plates, letting you dart back into the kitchen again for the last one just in time for Nick to return.

“Do you want drinks? We got juices, sodas, water, you name it.” You peak your head out behind the dining room wall and the two boys pause midway in putting on the barbie headbands. You bite your lip to hold back a laugh.

“Do you have that tropical mix?” Nick speaks and you nod, he points at you in affirmation of the drink then finishes adjusting the plastic accessory around his hair.

“Root beer, please.” Charlie speaks next before his eyes shine open and wide, “Do you think we can have floats…”

Your eyebrows perk up, “I think we have vanilla? But you’re not getting that till the brownies cool down.”

“Oh, they’re out? Thank Barbie.” He holds his hands up in a prayer.

You stare at him, very much unamused and he gives you a cheeky grin.

“I’ll have tropical juice for now then.”

With a thumbs up you return to the kitchen once more, grabbing three tall glass cups from the cabinet and grab the carton juice out the fridge. You fill up two cups before staring at your own. After deciding your choice of drink, you put everything away and startle while turning around and seeing Nick in the doorway.

“Sorry,” He smiles apologetically, walking up to you and grabbing the cups filled with juice that is his and Charlie’s. He catches you off guard once again, planting a soft kiss on your cheek before bounding off to the living room again.

“What the fuck.” You stand in oblivion, feeling your face heat up. You decide you won’t unpack that tonight, flicking off the kitchen light and rejoining your movie mates.

Nick and Charlie had switched spots to where the blond was in the middle like he had been all day and your boyfriend pats the free spot next to him. You comply, setting your cup on the table while sitting and you lean into Nick with a soft smile.

“You forgot this, kind ma’am.” Charlie grabs the plastic pink band and you lean forward. He puts it on carefully and leans back with a self-satisfied expression, grabbing the remote with a quite cheer. “Are we ready for the best movie night ever?”

You and Nick watch him with amusement, “Yes, Charles, we are.”

“Not Charles, I will fight you.” He shivers at the name.

“You call me Nicholas?” Nick speaks. It makes you laugh.

“It’s your real name.” He grins.

“Is Charles not your real name, Char?” You lift an eyebrow and he rolls his eyes, still wearing the grin.

“No, it is ‘Charlie “Char” Spring’.”

You let out an insufferable sigh.

“Y’know, Y/N has called me ‘Luke’ before.” Nick leans his head back with a scoff. This makes you have a full on belly laugh which makes Charlie react the same way. “Yes, yes laugh it away.” He sighs like he’s in pain.

It takes five minutes to calm down. You wipe a precious tear away, “It was on call too and he hung up. Would not answer for like, an hour.” You inhale deeply at the memory before laughing again.

“Should we start calling him Luke as a nickname?”

“Please, please don’t.” Nick squeezes the arm wrapped around Charlie’s waist with a pleading look.

“Awwe you can’t do that.” He pouts, reaching up to pinch Nick’s face.

“Dho wha?” He sounds funny with Charlie tugging at his face.

“The puppy eyed look. The doe eyes.” You bat your eyelashes at Nick when he eyes you from the corner of his eyes before rolling them.

“We’ve gone all dahy withosut this, nowh yuu wanna shtart?” Now he’s the one doing the insufferable sighing.

“It’s a daily mission.” Charlie nods, a serious expression crossing his looks – putting on an act. He then lets go and grabs the remote again, “Movie time!”

“Movie time!” You cheer afterwards.

You three are silent for a bit as the movie plays, you and Charlie cuddling into Nick. He plants soft kisses down your face and you flush a bit. Then he moves to Charlie, repeating the action, who giggles quietly and eyes Nick with a shy look. It makes you laugh under your breath and Charlie doesn’t miss it, pointing to you with a brow raised and expression saying, ‘Don’t laugh at me when you’re acting the same.’ You look away.

“Hey,” Nick suddenly speaks up and the two of you look over. “Thanks for today. It really helped calm me down…” He continues to train his eyes on the TV but his ears burn from you and Charlie giving him your undivided attention. “And reassured me about a few things…” He purses his lips.

“Reassured?” Charlie asks quietly, as if afraid to make Nick snap his mouth shut and not speak again.

Nick sucks in a breath and you shiver from his fingers crawling up your arm. You watch Charlie lift his own hand and hold the arm wrapped around him.

“Yeah. Since everything felt like it was crashing down, I don’t know. It kinda made me feel… negative? About certain stuff. Between us. Not that I’m not happy, I’m more than thankful to be with you two but just like, how you both felt towards me…” His pursed lips flatten and your brows bend at the way his eyes dim.

“Breaking up with me for example because maybe you felt neglected or such. It made me so scared to think about I stopped responding to both of your messages most of the time and barely wanted to call because you know, what if one day you just went, ‘Yeah I don’t think we should be together,’ such and such.” You both stay quiet to let him speak his mind and you hate that he ever thought such things.

When Nick stays silent you take a sharp inhale, meeting eyes with Charlie’s glossed ones. The sight breaks your heart. “Nick…” You start off carefully and he looks over to you with so much exhaust. Slowly, you cuff his face – the same way you did outside – brushing your thumbs against him cheeks. Your right hand moves down, playfully you press your thumb against his bottom lip and smile gently.

“I’m sorry that you ever felt that way. It’s far from the truth, sweetheart.” He lets out an airy chuckle and you watch with adoration. “Y’know brains come up with the craziest scenarios when you’re stressed and it’s annoying, and stupid.” You huff, left hand moving against his cheek and he leans into the touch. Your thumb and index finger latch onto his ear and you pinch it lightly. “Do you know that, that would never happen unless you came to me asking for such a thing?” You pucker out your lips.

He watches you in a daze before laughing. “Do you know that would never happen?” Then he turns to Charlie with a soft look. “And you, Char?”

Charlie rubs at his reddening eyes and inhales. He then nods, opening his mouth before faltering. You both give him and moment and he closes his eyes in frustration before heaving out a sigh. Concern is evident in both of your expressions but Charlie opens his eyes with a new look of determination, straight at Nick.

He smacks his hands against Nick’s shoulders which makes the latter’s mouth hang open in surprise. “Nick. I love you. A lot. It hurts to know that you were dealing with these emotions, but know I’m not blaming you. How could I? It’s not your fault. Never feel bad for needing to take your time to sort out your own feelings and what’s going on with yourself. We’d never blame you for that because in the end, you know we have you, right?”

Nick nods and you can see his own eyes get glossy as well. Charlie then looks at you, “I love you too, Y/N, don’t tell Tao but you’re my bestfriend.” He chuckles, wiping at his eye again and you wipe at your owns.

“Hey, he can be your guy bestfriend and we wouldn’t have to fight over titles.” You wink, before leaning to Nick and kissing him softly. “I love you both, very much so. I’m glad you were able to talk to us, Nick.”

“Was that your goal today?” He grins in a joking manner, tilting his head in the crook of Charlie’s neck while entangling his fingers with yours.

“Did it work?” Charlie sniffles a bit before laughing. You laugh as well, “This is ridiculous we’re supposed to be watching Barbie and now we’re sobbing.”

“I give up.” You throw your head back, side eyeing the TV.

“Nooo, don’t give up.” Nicks chuckles before sitting upright. “We can still watch… we should probably eat too.” He points to the lonely plates on the table.

“True.” You and Charlie agree. You three take a moment to collect yourselves with a few embarrassed laughs here and there before settling back down.

“What’s in the bag, by the way?” You gesture to the backpack under the coffee table as Charlie rewinds the movie back to the beginning. He glances down.

“Snacks.”

“It’s good.” You hum in approval, taking a bite of your food. The three of you enjoy the movie and dinner, later on making those root beer floats paired with the brownies. Charlie had explained to Nick that he was texting Sahar about the Barbie Movie and she told him she went with Imogen. Apparently, Imogen gives the movie a 2/10 because she messed up her outfit at the theaters.

“That’s terrible.” Nick stares at Charlie in shock but it doesn’t last long with the way his lips curve into a smirk, “That’s not her real rating though, is it?”

“Of course not, she loved it.” Charlie laughs.

You’ve been quiet this whole time but suddenly loll your head to face them. Nick already giving you an exasperated look when you got their attention. “Nick. Your new name in my phone is Ken Nelson.”

#.my writing #heartstopper x reader #heartstopper x f!reader #heartstopper x fem reader #heartstopper x fem!reader #i didnt do my typical ‘small text big text at the end’ its too much writing 💀#i rlly dont fully like this but !! didnt wanna keep it stuck in the drafts #again LOTTS of writing im sorry Jfhfjfke #nick and charlie x f!reader #nick and charlie x female reader #technically…#nick nelson x reader #nick nelson x female reader #nick nelson x f!reader #nick nelson x fem reader #nick nelson x fem!reader #right?

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 2 years

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Migraine // Robin Buckley x Reader(Platonic) and Eddie Munson x Reader (Romantic)

request: Hiiii, can u write robin buckley x reader where theyre best friends and robin is taking care of an ill reader but is kind of lost so she calls the reader's bf eddie munson for help?

prompts: none!

summary: you and robin are having a movie marathon when you develop a migraine, panic ensues from the both of you as you’re facing some unpleasant symptoms, and robin has no idea how to help you feel better. luckily, your boyfriend eddie is there to help!

warnings: reader having a migraine, mentions of reader taking medication (i used the names of all the meds i take for migraines), nausea, mentions of throwing up, reader having emetophobia, panic attacks, allusions to the reader having other health problems, language, not proofread

word count: 1.7k

a/n: i decided to do a chronically ill reader instead of the reader just being sick because i'm also chronically ill so i figured it would be easier to write, and i have chronic migraines so this is heavily based on my experience with them, robin is reader's best friend, eddie is reader's boyfriend, gn reader

i know this isn’t exactly what you requested, but i hope you like it either way!

“Ow! Shit!” you said, bringing your hand up to your head at the sudden pain.

“Y/n? Are you alright?” Robin asked, pausing the movie the two of you were watching, as she turned to look at you.

“Yeah, no everything’s fine. I just think I’ve got a migraine coming on.”

You gently rubbed the growing ache behind your eyebrow, feeling the pain begin to spread. You grumbled softly to yourself, knowing that it was going to be a bad one, since you had fallen asleep last night before taking your clonidine. You hadn’t thought much of it, but now you were beginning to regret not forcing yourself out of bed to take it.

“Is there anything I can do?” she asked you, growing concern present in her voice.

Robin knew how bad your migraines could get, but she had never actually been around you while one was happening. She had no clue how to help you, or if she even could. And she also didn’t know just how bad they could get.

“Not currently, thanks though.” You smiled softly at her, immediately wincing at the pain the action brought.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment. Robin had enough common sense to know that loud noises and bright lights made it worse, so she was careful not to make too much noise around you. She reached for the remote, and switched the television off, before standing up and quietly closing all of the windows in your bedroom. She walked back over towards your bed, and sat down on it beside you.

You tried to lay down in an effort to ease your pain, but the change in position brought upon a sudden wave of nausea, along with the feeling of panic. You jolted back up, trying to make the nausea go away, but your sudden movements only made the feeling worse, along with aggravating the pounding inside your head.

Seeing the panic on your face, Robin whispered, “What happened?”

You tried to speak, but the thought of opening your mouth only made you more afraid. For as long as you could remember, you had been deathly afraid of vomiting. Sure, you’ve done it before, it was inevitable. But you tried to ward it off as best as you could. Unfortunately, the panic that always came along with the nausea just seemed to make it worse. It was a never ending cycle.

You couldn’t think, the pounding behind your eyebrow echoing loudly throughout your head. You couldn’t speak, the nausea churning deep inside of you. You couldn’t even breathe, the building anxiety attack causing your lungs to constrict.

It was all getting too much. And you couldn’t even talk to Robin to get help to stop it. You knew what you needed, but you were far too ill to go and get it yourself, and you couldn’t communicate what you needed to Robin.

Robin watched the scene unfolding in front of her, feeling her own anxiety begin to stir just from how scared you looked. She saw your throat move, as if you were trying to speak, put you bit down hard on your lips to keep your mouth shut. She had no idea what to do, and seeing you, her best friend, in agony was breaking her heart.

Gently she reached over and tapped your hand lightly to get your attention. Your head slowly turned to face her, panic and pain written on your face.

“I’m gonna call Eddie, alright? I don’t know how to help you, but he’s done this with you before, right?”

You turned the hand that she tapped into a thumbs up, not wanting to nod and make the pain in your head worse.

“Great, alright, I’ll be right back.”

Robin quietly walked out of your room and shut the door, before bolting down the stairs to the phone in your living room. She dialed Eddie’s number, hoping that she had remembered it correctly. The phone rang for a few moments, and Robin anxiously tapped her foot, praying to a god she didn’t believe in that he would answer.

“Hello?” a voice she immediately recognized as Eddie’s, said from the other side of the call.

“Eddie! Oh thank god! It’s Robin. I’m at y/n’s house right now, and they have a migraine, and I have no clue what to do. They won’t talk, and they look terrified and I have no clue how to help! Can you please get here as fast as you can? I think that they-”

Eddie cut off Robin’s rambling, not wanting to waste anymore time. “Yeah, I’ll be there as fast as I can.”

Robin heard a click, and put the phone back down when she realized that Eddie had hung up. Now all she had to do was wait.

Not even five minutes later, Eddie’s van came to a screeching halt outside of your house. Robin immediately rushed to open the door, not wanting the sound of the doorbell to hurt your head.

Eddie practically jumped out of the van, and ran towards the door. Robin moved aside to let him in, and locked the door behind him.

“Where are they?” Eddie asked in a hushed voice, a shocking contrast to his overwhelmingly loud personality.

“In their room.”

Eddie nodded and walked over to your kitchen to grab you a glass of water, before heading upstairs to your bedroom. Gently pushing your door open, he walked inside with Robin following right behind him.

“Hey sweetheart,” Eddie whispered, walking over to you and gently placing the cup down on your nightstand.

“I’m gonna get you your meds, and you’ll feel better in no time, alright?”

You looked up at him, vision blurry from the tears streaming down your face. He didn’t know if you were crying from the pain of the growing panic attack, but the sight of you so miserable shattered his very being.

Eddie walked over to your dresser, being careful to take light footsteps, and found your set of pill cases. He picked them up one by one and looked at the labels placed on the bottom of the identical cases.

Morning

Evening

Emergency

Placing the morning and evening cases down, Eddie opened the emergency one and took out a zofran and an extra strength ibuprofen your neurologist had prescribed you. The pill was abnormally large, and Eddie was still baffled at how you managed to swallow it. But you claimed it worked wonders, so struggling to get the pill down was worth it.

After having been in a relationship with you for almost a year, Eddie knew what all your medications looked like, and didn’t have to ask you anymore which ones you needed. It took him some time to figure out which one was which, but saving you the struggle of digging through your pills yourself was worth it.

Eddie walked back over to you, the two pills in his hand, and he sat down beside you. He picked up your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it, before turning it over and placing the zofran in your hand.

Your eyes widened and you shook your head, immediately wincing at the pain you caused. Taking pills meant opening your mouth, and opening your mouth meant it was more likely for you to vomit. And you weren’t about to let that happen.

“Come on sweetheart, you have to take it. It’ll make your nausea go away. You’ll feel better, I promise.”

You knew he was right, you’ve taken zofran so many times before, and it always worked almost immediately. But you were still too scared to open your mouth. The mere idea of it not working fast enough made you want to risk staying in pain. Anything was better than vomiting. Even if it meant your head would be throbbing mercilessly for the next few hours.

Eddie’s face fell slightly, and he reached over to grab your other hand, squeezing it tightly.

“I’m right here, y/n. Everything will be okay. I promise. Just please, let me help you feel better.”

You drew in a shaky breath, feeling tears begin to stream down your face once more. You looked up at Eddie, who nodded encouragingly, and then over to Robin, who mouthed, “It’s ok. You can do it.”

You closed your eyes tightly, and slowly unclenched your jaw. You brought your hand up to your mouth, and hesitated for a moment, but Eddie squeezed your hand tightly once more. You took a deep breath once more, before opening your mouth and placing the small pill under your tongue, letting it begin to dissolve. You mentally winced at the bitter taste of the pill, but felt relief wash over you as you felt your nausea dissipate in the moments after the pill finished dissolving.

“See? That wasn’t so bad.” Eddie smiled softly at you, still not letting go of your hand.

He held up the ibuprofen in the hand that wasn’t holding yours and said, “Are you ready to take this one?”

“Yeah,” you replied shakily, feeling the panic inside you begin to fade.

Grabbing the pill, you placed it inside your mouth before taking a sip from the water Eddie had brought up. You slowly finished the glass of water, before placing the empty cup back down on the table beside you.

Eddie leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Go ahead and rest baby, Robin and I will be right downstairs.”

“Alright,” you replied, shimming yourself down on the bed.

You wanted Eddie to stay and cuddle with you, but it was best for you to be alone when you were sleeping off a migraine. The quieter the better.

Eddie stood up from your bed, and walked back to your dresser, turning the radio to the lowest volume before switching it on. Robin shot him a confused look, but Eddie just shrugged and said, “Y/n told me that music helps their head feel better. I don’t get how, but if it works it works.”

She nodded, not quite understanding it either. She walked over to your door and turned to look at your now sleeping form. A wave of relief washed over her as she realized that you were soon going to feel better, and that now she would be able to help you next time.

tags: @jamespotterslover @thatspookyagent @hallecarey1 @evilcr0ne @milly-louise

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class-1b-bull · 9 months

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class B with a friend/SO who loves to draw and paint? and is really creative

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thank you 🙏

lord and saviour provider of 1B content

have a nice day :)

Thank you so much! Have a great day! <3

Also I leaned more towards the SO side on some of these but it could still be either or!

Not proofread we die like men.

Awase -

He LOVES watching your creative process when drawing and painting. If you start to pull out your sketch book or whatever he will try to look over your shoulder. Loves drawing little smiley faces in the corners of your art.

Sen -

His entire social media page is pictures of you, random ass scenery and your art work. Every time you finish a piece hes practically running to go take a picture of it. Hes so proud and it shows.

Kamakiri -

Honestly didnt care for the art at first until one day you doddled him or his favorite bug or something on a random piece of paper you found and now he adores your art. He doesent show it but he goes over the moon when you ask him what to draw

Kuroiro -

Hes really edgy about it. Everytime he sees you painting hes just like. "The jet black on the tip of your brush is represents my darkness tainting you, who is the pure white canvas..." or smthn and your just like "actually the background is just black on this one..." please let him be poetic.

Kendo -

Loves seeing the finished product but she loves it more if you show her the ugly stage first so she can see how much changed! She just loves watching your process and how each piece changes over time

Kodai -

She has a few pictures youve drawn hanging in her room but other than that shes not very interested in the actual process. She does like going shopping for supplies with you tho.

Komori -

The two of you make 3d art pieces together. You paint a painting and she grows mushrooms on the sides of it or on the canvas itself to make it look like pop up art <3

Shiozaki -

"$100 to paint jesus" she loves your art! If you ask her for suggestions theyre all gonna be either religion related or scenery because thats just what she likes the most. Shes also one of your biggest supporters!

Shishida -

He loves your art and he makes sure your at your best when painting! Thirsty? He'll make some tea or get you a glass of water. Hungry? Hes already making a sandwich. If youre about to accidentally drink your paint water he will point it out to you before you can.

Shoda -

Hes not one for art but he likes to help any way he can! If you ran out of a specific color he will go right to the store for you. Hes also getting your favorite drink while hes there just so you dont get thirsty!

Pony -

Theres two wolfs inside of her. One is saying to keep all of your amazing art forever. And the other says to watch people bid for it on e bay (with your permission) and sell it to the highest bid. No matter what she is always supportive of your art!

Tsubaraba -

Hes known to be a bit of a perv so if you do nsfw commissions, his wallet will always be empty.. even if you dont though he adores your art! There is no more room in his room for your works.

Tetsutetsu -

Has probably accidentally messed up some setting paint on a canvas and then grabbed a brush to try and fix it.... only making it worse. Poor dude almost cried when you caught him ngl. His life savings is going towards art supplies as an apology!

Tokage -

You two tag team every painting. Youre coming up with ideas while shes looking for good references. You say youll need some pink in a minute and shes already mixing it. Need paintwater cleaned or a pencil sharpened? Shes already doing it.

Manga -

You know that art challenge where you and a friend switch paintings every 10 minutes until your done painting, he LOVES doing those. He also just enjoys both of you silently drawing in the same room as eachother. The class fridge is full of you twos drawings.

Honenuki -

Anything that has your drawings on it he loves! Once you gave him a sticky note with a quick 15 minute drawing on it and he carries it with him EVERYWHERE! One of the pockets of his hero costume is that sticky notes dedicated pocket! After each drawing he will message your hand to stop any injurys from forming <3

Bondo -

Like Shishida, he just makes sure youre taking care of yourself while drawing or painting. What good is an amazing artist if your sick and cant draw.

Monoma -

"I could totally do that.." then you hand him the brush and suddenly he shuts up. Will talk shit about how easy art would be for him if he tried but he would fight anyone else that said it.

Reiko -

She coaxed you into drawing a creepy ghost once and she used her quirk to make it float and chase people around the dorms in the middle of the night. She now keeps that same painting on her wall <3

Rin -

I really like the idea of using his scales for textures idk why. Like imagine you just drag him away from whatever hes doing, you ask him to cover his arm in scales and you just start painting him yellow. He loves helping tho and if you ran out of room to store things in your room his dorm is always open!

When I was writing this I got a random flash back to me selling nsfw drawings to highschool students when I was in 5th grade. I dont remember what I charged but I ended up with about 2k by the end of the school year. :>

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beannary · 3 months

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hey abt your tags on the DID survey

I would say we were a little thrown off by them? The tone just came across as talking about systems like theyre some weird misunderstood creature that needs to be experimented on, and not you know, people with thoughts and feelings.

Being interested and having an open mind is good! I'm not saying it isn't, and I know this probably comes off as being very policing

Its just important to be careful how you talk about other people, especially when we have a history of being the "other"

We're genuinely not mad because I'm pretty sure this came from a super good place, I just thought I'd let you know!

Thank you!!

Thank you for sending me this! I did not consider how the tone of my comments could come across but I also think you are misunderstanding what an anthropology study would be but also

1. that is super understandable because anthropology is not super well understood by non anthropologists

2. anthropology has such a bad history when it comes to studying marginalized communities

3. i am so entrenched in the anthropology community so i definitely did not consider how what i said would come across to people who dont have the same set of knowledge that i do and

4.i did not like proofread my comments so i totally get that i may have written my thoughts in a way that was othering which I really didn't intend! so I am sorry for that

im including like a bunch of information about my like thought process and like a further explanation of what i mean under the cut my thoughts just ended up getting super long so i didnt want to like clog up peoples dashes

TLDR: I totally understand how the term anthropology study comes across as othering and seems as if i am reducing people with DID to some sort of oddity that needs to be studied, and I am sorry for that, I should have considered how it would be understood. What an actual anthropology study would entail (or at least a good anthropology study) is just asking people with DID questions about their lives and whatever other topics they want to talk about with the end goal of giving the people who were apart of the research as much control and say over the research questions and study itself if that makes sense.

when i say anthropology study i mean that in the sense that anthropology is the study of communities and culture. anthropology has been used in the past as a tool to oppress people of color, women, people with mental illnesses, and pretty much every other community that is not straight and white and male, but that is slowly but surely changing!

I'm currently doing a masters degree in anthropology so I have read a lot of academic anthropology literature and I have read studies on people with mental illnesses and psychiatric disorders but I haven't read anything about people with DID and so i think that is an area of research that could be expanded on

when i say it would be interesting to do an anthropology study on people with DID what I sort of have in mind is basically it would just consist of asking people with DID questions about literally whatever. anthropology is meant to be a study that at the end of the day helps the study group in whatever way they want or need, it isn't (or at least it shouldn't) be entirely motivated for academic achievements if that makes sense

if I were to do a hypothetical anthropology study on people with DID my first step to begin that research would be to reach out to people who have DID and 1. ask if they want me to do a study at all (if they don't then there's no point in me pushing for it because the end goal of my study should be to help them in whatever way they want), 2. explain to them the ways anthropology could help them if they want a study to be done at all and figure out if what they want is compatible with the discipline of anthropology

just thinking of some like research topics off the top of my head (and mind you this is just me spitballing without going through the actual research process which would be much more intensive and would involve me you know actually talking with people with DID to figure out what they want specifically so this actual research question would not be applied in an actual study but im just giving you this as a rough example of what I mean) but a research question could be how are people with DID living in the modern 21st century world? I would then ask them questions about how they live their life, what they feel about the way they live their lives, what struggles they face, what would make life easier for them, and essentially literally whatever else they want to talk about.

I literally cannot stress enough how whatever research I would hypothetically do would be entirely up to the people I'm interviewing they would literally be entirely in control of the entire thing. And also any hypothetical research would only be conducted if people with DID wanted me to, it would be entirely dependent on their wants and needs, my job as the anthropologist would just be to document what they are saying and helping them navigate the world of academia to help them achieve whatever goals they want

If you do end up reading all of this I hope this was all understandable and straightforward! If it isn't then that's on me and I will rewrite it to be easier to understand. But I really do hope this makes sense and if you have any more questions for me or really anything else to say to me about things I could have said better or with more consideration my ask box is always open and also im pretty sure my dms are open too so you can always message me there!

#bean babbles #answered asks #anonymous asks #i really hope this makes sense #i dont have to spoons to look over it because im in so much pain rn #but also if it doesnt make sense please let me know and i will do a better job explaining and also apologizing

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danvskunzite · 8 months

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Warning for lactation kink, nsfw Dan Mandel x Fem!Reader, not proofread or whatever, written by someone who has lactated before

I think both dividers are made from the same blog I credited in my pinned post

Lawd something about Dan with a lactation kink is driving me wild rn..

Whether you're pregnant, post partum, or just naturally lactate without a baby in the equation he is def sucking on your tits 24/7

They swell up so much just within a few hours, they got all hard and hot and milk starts leaking into your shirt and staining it what kind of bf would he be if he didn't help you relieve that pain

He def holds your ribcage while he sucks your tits idc

Part of it is to hold you down so you don't squirm around but also he's nervous to hold onto your tits when he first starts sucking on them bc he knows theyre sensitive as hell when they're so swollen + it makes the milk literally shoot out and it startles him (he got it in his eye once)

He humps your leg or grinds against your crotch whenever he's going at it because he's so overwhelmingly turned on he needs some sort of relief

When he grinds against your crotch you're able to come from just that and the breast stimulation alone tbh, he's cum in his jeans from it before

Pressed his mouth/face so far into your tit one time that your tit covered his nostrils so he nearly fucking suffocated himself

After he's done sucking on them he lays with you and massages them (says its to be nice but its mostly to get you turned on and even more needy)

Anyways thats all I just needed to get this out

#dan vs reboot #dan vs dan #dan mandel #dan mandel smut #smut #mdni #dan vs revival #dan vs #dan vs smut #dan vs fanfiction #x reader #reader insert

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formula-fun · 8 months

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First of all, love your fics! Ur really talented! No pressure at all but do u know when the next update is gonna be? Could u recommend us some lestappen fics to read until ur next chapter? 😭🙏🏼

Hiiiii baby, thanks so much!!! I know I say it a lot but I truly do mean to have it out in the next few days! It's at about 12K right now and I've highlighted three sections that need better transitions to the section after them, so I basically have three short scenes to write and then proofreading, and then it'll (hopefully) be good to go. Thanks so much for waiting, and it's always nice to know people are excited about it!! I swear I'll try to have it out to you as fast as possible <3333

I should probably do a long official rec list soon as well, but there's a short one for you under the cut!!

/krak ʃɪt/ - @xiaoluclair - series - i love love love crack always and forever, and this is absolutely perfect. If you need something light and short to cheer you up this will have you set for the rest of forever. Their vibe is so fuckin good and these always make me laugh so hard!

on the limit - @drivestraight - 6.8 - this entire series is gorgeous, but I want to recommend this part in particular because even as a standalone I think it's really really brilliant! It's packed with so much subtext and such a punchy start to a series that ended up changing the way i think about this pairing, i love it

all this happened, more or less - @lightningmickqueen - 10.3K - the drama the melancholy the intrigue the overall vibe!! i reread this all the damn time and honestly it never makes me any less insane. fics with tweets and headlines worked into them never fail to make me lose my shit, i just love it and this is so well done

oui chef - @actparci - 16K - this is like if f1 met the bear except honestly the bear could never. i want to eat this fic and not just because it's about food. the found family restaurant vibe is perfectly done and everything about it just works, and I love Max and Charles' whole dynamic in this but also the way it builds up into them being work spouses. also max mother henning his friends is something that we will literally never have enough of fuck ya!!!!

Where The Heart Is - @gemjam - 57K - this isn't lestappen and is a little older but it belongs on every rec list i ever do because it was one of the first f1 fics I ever read when i was introduced to the sport almost 10 years ago! i was a certified ferrari fan and red bull hater from the beginning, but the vibe of red bull as a little family compels me to this day and is simply so so essential and still so real. we have been shipping ferrari drivers with red bull drivers for ten long slutty years and we will continue to do so. It's also so good as a coming of age story!!!! it's honest and awkward and life isn't always perfect and people don't always behave their best whether theyre kids or teenagers or parents! Nobody has it all figured out, but they choose to keep trying every day and they love each other the best they can and i could honestly write an essay about how much that meant to me when I was 16 but also how dear to me that idea is at 25. also this fic introduced me to spanish tortilla which was a massive win, and it made me want a farm as a teenager and now im an architecture student and i understand workaholic adrian on a spiritual level. like this fic is so rich ive been screaming about it for a whole decade if you want to try something different give it a shot

#writing tag #this took way too long so sorry #and if i dont post in the next few days i promise to share more cut scenes/excerpts because im starting to get a little behnd schedule here

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you said in one of your previous posts that youre conjuring up a story,,, so excited! i love reading all of your stories and little oneshots. theyre all so amazing. you are my number 1 go-to for anything fellpoth. keep up the good work !!!

-chompskyssalad

I am indeed! I just need to finish up this semester of college (I’m currently in the second phase of programming an advanced version of a text-based dungeon crawler with a group, finalizing a group CyberLaw podcast, and a group CompEthics presentation; all while prepping for finals), then I’ll be able to free up time to write out the last chapter of one of my stories, proofread the whole thing to make sure everything’s consistent, and start posting chapters.

Thank you, I’ve definitely missed being able to just sit down and write out my stories without worrying about deadlines, but I’ll hopefully be able to get back into it in about four weeks once finals are done.

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Ahh i saw ur mirko fic and i just had to request! If this request doesnt work then you can ignore this!

okay so college AU !

Mirko has a best friend shes sleeping over with and shes in love with her best friend, and when theyre asleep she just has her chance and starts smoother them in affection and small smooches until they wake up leading them to a makeout session? (Kinda suggestive theme i hope thats in the category, if not please do ignore this!) i hope this request does you best!

A little add on! No need to put it in but its optional as long as your comfortable!

Can you make the gn!reader have some sort of style related to grunge masc? But the reader goes by they/them! And is like the tomboy in the friendship, but if this doesnt make you comfortable write it however you want! (2/2)

“FRIENDS”? - MIRKO/RUMI USAGIYAMA X READER

Warnings : college AU, this could count as dub-con seeing as the reader is asleep at first, making out, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : suggestive fluff

Word count : 0.8K words

Additional notes : Thank you so much for your request! I’m a sucker for the best friends to lovers trope🥰 However, I live in a place where clothes aesthetics aren’t a thing, so I have no idea what grunge masc style is, I’m really sorry🫠 But don’t worry, I’m most comfortable writing for gender-neutral readers using they/them pronouns, as they’re my preferred identities and pronouns irl too! Idk if the tomboy part is obvious, but I tried to make it come naturally. Hope you enjoy this!!💗💗

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“And… now we’re done with the skincare routine.” Rumi left the bathroom in her PJs with an excited gait, only to find that her best friend was nestled underneath the covers, snuggled into the pillow and clearly fast asleep. “Did I really take that long?” she whispered, before shrugging and softly padding across the room.

After switching off the lights and carefully crawling in beside them, Rumi couldn’t help but stare up at them in awe. They looked so incredibly peaceful, none of the stress caused by college apparent on their face, all the stress lines gone. It was almost angelic; the way their lips were slightly pouted as they breathed slowly and steadily. Whether that was because they’d been struggling with the massive amount of assignments at this time of year, or because she was just so utterly smitten by them… eitherways, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from them.

‘Lovesick’ was the only way to describe how she looked at her best friend all the time, but they were rather daft when it came to things like this. It was a blessing in the way that they never thought twice about the affection Rumi always gave them, but it was also a curse that her feelings would always go unseen and consequently unreciprocated.

Still, she rather liked the idea of cuddling up to them as she often did. With a happy sigh of comfort, she tucked her head underneath their chin, and if she could purr as she nestled into their chest, she would’ve. Strong arms encircled them, as she tugged them as close as possible. It was rather nice, getting to entwine their legs together and lie like that.

“So fucking cute,” she mumbled under her breath as they unconsciously squeezed her back. Cheeks burning red with adoration, Rumi gently pressed her lips against their arm in a small kiss. She waited for a couple of seconds, just to make sure that she hadn’t woken them up. Seeing them still sleeping soundly, she got a little braver, and began to pepper chaste, innocent kisses all over any place her lips could reach—their arm, their shoulder, their collarbones, and even their chin.

As she courageously left a soft, open-mouthed kiss against their neck, the hand that had been clutching her waist tightened, as a deep sound escaped their throat. Rumi froze, red eyes blown wide as they shifted in her arms.

“Quite the daring bunny, aren’t you? I don’t remember this being a thing friends do.” Their voice was a little gruff and scratchy with sleep, but it still sent Rumi’s heart fluttering in her chest and a warmth blooming in her tummy.

Her momentary shock was quickly replaced by the urge to tease them even more. Damn it; she was so hopelessly in love with them.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it. You latched onto me the moment I got under the covers.”

With a lazy grin that had her blushing furiously, their fingers tipped her chin upwards, the challenging look in their eyes kindling the raging fire inside of her.

“Wouldn’t dream of lying. But I’ve got to one-up you this time.”

And before Rumi could process what was happening, their soft lips were on hers, stealing her breath away. She stilled for a moment, before she melted into the kiss and allowed herself to be swept away. Firm but gentle hands swept over her back, caressing her as the warmth of their tongue invaded her mouth. A shameless moan escaped her, their taste overwhelming her as she arched her back in delight. Tongues enwtined as they passionately kissed, Rumi hadn’t even noticed the way she’d begun squeezing her thighs closed in pleasure.

It was a little messy, with eager hands roaming, teeth nipping deviously at her lips, and sounds of sweet satisfaction escaping them. Rumi felt them all over her and in her, and she couldn’t help but fall in love with this all-consuming feeling, the same way she’d fallen in love with them. Her hands had clutched the front of their shirt, to get some semblance of control over herself, but all rational thought had gotten thrown out the window the moment they moaned into her mouth.

Only when they had to come up for air did they separate—much to both their dismay—and pant heavily in each other’s arms, pupils blown wide and hair askew.

Twisting to lie on their back, they tugged Rumi to sit upright on their lap. A quick glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table reminded her of how late it actually was.

“If we stay up any longer, we won’t be able to wake up for our morning run,” she breathlessly noted, her knees on both sides of their body. A now-familiar mixture of adoration and desire churned in her belly as they smirked up at her, hands firmly gripping her hips in place as she let out an involuntary whine of delight.

“Might as well get some exercise in to make up for that, then.”

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No context, unedited un proofread fluff that can't make up its mind if it's in the past or present tense.

sorry not sorry.

"It had been his idea, the skrumpkin field. It was always fun trying to chase them down, and he knew twiggy would appreciate the challenge. When she stepped onto the field, dressed in her oversized wellies he couldn't help but chuckle fondly at the sight of her. He trudged over to her, taking her arm to lead her forward.

“scrumpkins are the leftover vegetables that rot and get very upset at the world for being left and not used,” Griddle explained to her, “their anger turns them red, then they grow on the nutrients of the dead vegetation until their tips poke out the surface, that's when they get there minds opened and are given contiousness.” Griddle added bait to the end of the hook of their long poles, then lead her to a nearby patch.

“They also say that when theyre eaten, show you the memories of those who have died, because they have absorbed the life force of those who have gone to thraa, so you can get messages from your loves ones if your’e lucky.”

“Why do i always end up in wellies on our dates” she asks, trailing slightly behind him as she tries to keep up, almost walking out of her boots with every step.

“I guess i take you places where its dirty, and I don't want anything affecting your dainty feet. After all, we can still get diseases, so we need to be careful,” he grins, before adding “plus, they're cute to see you clomp around it, you look so lost in them.”

“I’m glad i can bring you amusement,” she replies. He pauses for a moment, wondering if he’s made the wrong choice.

“I’m sorry, I’ve never done this dating thing before” he admits, walking slightly faster to avoid her eye contact.

“Don’t be! I love skrumpkin hunting!” she says, almost stumbling forward as she reaches her hook forward, catching one instantly.

“Wait, you’ve done this before?” he asks, turning to her. She holds her catch up proudly to admire it and then shoves it into her pocket.

“Then why did you let me tell you all about it?” he asks,

“You looked so excited telling me about it, so i let you continue.” she says, leaning on her stick, cocking her head at him and grinning. “I warn you, I’m pretty good” she adds.

“I dont doubt it” he laughs, continuing forward through the field with her at his side. She talks quietly, telling him about her recent chats with Mrs watataka. He was pleased to her that they got on so well, after all, he respected watataka’s opinion, and was glad that they had met, even if he didnt get to introduce them himself. Eventually twiggy grows quieter. He wasnt sure if she was just in deep concentration, or if it was something more.

“You okay?” he asks as they creep forward through the vegetation.

“There’s something i need to tell you” she mutters quietly, fumbling with her clothes.

“I have found a way to get Myagi back from the afterlife, and also get rid of the goblin king forever. He wont have his contract out on you or fondle, and he wont bother us again, but for it to work i need to do 2 pretty sketchy things."

“Thats a pretty big thing to achieve.” griddle replied, “What do you need to do?”

“I need to give the goblin king a lapdance, or atleast make him think that he’s going to get one, since he's infatuated with me, and then when he's distracted I will perform a ritual to send him to the afterlife and switch places with Myagi, and then to get myagi out of the goblin king realm for good i would need to marry him in the dreamspace, freeing him from his entrapment. I dont WANT to marry Myagi, but its the only way to get him back. I need to know, what do you think? Am i doing the right thing?”

He thinks for a moment, processing everything she’d said. “I dont mind the wedding.

Myagi and I have one common ground, youre the thing we want to protect the most on this planet.” he admits, and watches as she sighs a breath of relief, a smile growing on her face.

“you gave me a ring, a promise, and i want to honour it one day. In real life.” she says, making griddle stop in his tracks momentarily. Had she just confessed a commitment to HIM? He tried his best to smother his grin, playing it cool to hide the inner desire to squeal with excitement, and replied slowly. “I’m glad.”

Twiggy turns to him once more. “Can i ask something else?”

“Go for it.”

“I was just wondering, cause i've kinda been curious, what about the other 2? you know, the ones in your head. what do they think about the dates?” she asks, the words almost falling out of her mouth. “not that i think you sit and chat with them, i know its not like that, atleast i think its not like that... i mean i guess I don't actually know. but I guess I'm wondering, if you woke up tomorrow and you weren't YOU that day, what would happen?”

He feels her eyes on him, searching for an answer, but his stomach feels heavy suddenly at the mention of them, reminding him of his inability to control the switches in personality. He sighs and thinks for a moment, finding the right explanation to answer her concerns.

“We know each others buisness, not always each others drives or ambitions, but we fundemantally share a love for you, you’re the glue keeping my broken soul together.” he admits, He glances over to see her blush, but before she can open her mouth, pushes her pole forward.

“Now focus on the scrumpkins, I don’t want you loosing any more digits because of me.” he orders, creeping forward again.

“dont worry, I dont plan on loosing any more body parts thank you, although I guess now you know what my crazy drug blood tastes like.” she calls out from behind him, stabbing her hook into a nearby bush and pulling out two more.

“Yes, and I’d rather have it inside you than outside you.” he replies, crouching down to tap a rhythm into the ground, luring 4 of them out. Behind him he hears a quiet mutters, and turns to see the now-glowing stick in twiggy’s hand begin to fade, and she spins, her hook dipping into all the nearby bushes and pulling out 5 at once.

“Hey, what happened to no powers? That’s not fair.” he says, rising and using his supernatural speed to circle all the crops nearby, catching 3 of them.

“Dont turn this into a speed contest, you know I’ll win.” she taunts, flexing out her wings confidently. He puts his catches into his pockets, and taps his pole to twiggy’s.

“Only one left,” he teases, “wanna bet?”

“Oooh, bets, you know i cant resist” she replies, gripping her pole tighter. “Whats your wager?”

He thinks for a moment, psyching himself up to say it.

“screw the goblin king, If i catch it, i want round 2 on that lapdance. But no blood this time, i want to remember it.”

She tilts her head, smirking back at him, making him want his request even more

“In the dreamspace, or for real?” she asks.

“How about this: if I win then its for real, and if you win its in the dreamspace.” he suggests, his stomach squirming with glee knowing that both situations were once again a win for him. She begins to rock side to side, twirling her hair dramatically.

“oooh, you drive a hard bargain, after all, i could lose another finger” she almost sings sarcastically, before her voice drops to a much more serious tone. “but its worth the risk. i accept.” she grins and hovers up, holding her heels together to stop the boots from falling off her feet, and hovers away, desperately searching for the last Skrumpkin. He gazed after her, admiring her determination, her skill, and the view, then creaps forward, dodging behind a nearby boulder to watch her hunt. It doesnt take her long before she spots it rustling around in some bushes, so goes in hot pursuit, chasing it down and eventually catching it. She holds it up high in the air and looks around the field to declare her victory.

"Look, I've got it!" She shouts out, but looks out at an empty field. Griddle rushes up behind her, catching her midair, his hands wrapped around her waist.

"Yeah, and I've got you" griddle replies from behind her, holding his prize.

"So you do.” she says, turning to look at him, placing her own hands on his. “but I still caught it, so I win, but so do you..."

He releases his grip on her and she hovers down, packing the last skrumpkin into her pocket.

"Now, we should put these scumpkins somewhere safe.” she says, marching off towards the nearby barn, before stopping suddenly to turn to him. “Oh, and will you come with me to liona and Kelly's wedding?!"

“Ofcourse, I'd not miss the food and certainly wouldn’t miss the chance to see your new dress.” he says, remembering back to the conversation he had heard her have with bethany about shopping for new garments.

“Good! It's a date. Bethany is taking me shopping soon, she knows what she's doing more than I do, And I'm making the food, and I'm going to try and make a huge cake too!” Twiggy gushes, taking his hand and leading him out of the scrumpkin patch “Oh, and one more thing. you should meet me tonight in the tower at the boar's head. Pretty much everyone has moved over to the leaky roof now, so it'll be empty, no distractions or interruptions…” she adds.

“Sounds like you have this all planned out. We can have some dinner together.” he suggests, she squeezes his hand back in agreement and leans her head on his arm, her free hand gliding up and down his forearm, making the hollowbats that he ate for his breakfast begin to flap in his stomach. When they reach the end of the field he turns to her and takes her hands.

“I'm glad we can work this out, I've had reservations what with "grenade girls"' fame, but hey, I mean, it's not my fame, right? So now while everyone is looking at you they're not looking for me. It’s perfect, just like you,” he says, leaning down to kiss her on the cheek. “I’ll see you later” he adds as he rushes off, knowing now that he had to go and make a visit to an old friend before evening fell.

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sagegr33n · 3 years

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Dont mind me just thinking about mean jock kiribaku who loves to torment the cute geek in their class, they can do whatever to you because whos going to stop them?

yes because i too want nothing more than to be sandwiched between those two horny meatheads .

Cw-non/dubcon, Bullying, Sadism , fem/afab reader,smut, not proofread

There's literally nothing sweet little nerdy you can do about it either. There star players on the schools football team and you're well aware that the schools administrators are willing to to turn a blind eye to any trouble the boys cause, even if that trouble is forcing their cocks down your throat or into your cunt whenever they feel like it.

Jock Bakugou! will definitely trick you into coming to his house after school under the pretense of helping him with an assignment he's been struggling on. Grinning like a manic wolf when Hes finally got you behind closed doors, trapped like a bunny with no where to go.

" Ah shut the fuck up , dont start that crying shit, y'know it just gets me off more " The blonde sneers as you squirm in his grasp. "Thought your dumbass was s'possed to be smart"

I just know mean jock kiri pretends to be a nice guy, he'll scoop you up after Bakugo's done reeking havoc on your poor little pussy and offer you his sentiments, sentiments you probably would take comfort if not for the way the redhead's hand always slides into your pants as you sob in his lap .

When he pulls his your panties to the side you're certain He's not as bad as his friend, he's worse.

" Katsuki's always so rough with you huh sweetheart?, Kirishima asks , fingers trailing over the waistband of your pants, " Hes such a brute, dosent know you gotta be gentle with sweet things like you.

You wince at the feeling of his fingers pushing into your sore pussy.

"Im not like that though" He smiles , the image of his sharp teeth sending shivers down your back.

Theyre definitely horrible apart, but together there a force to be reckoned with. It becomes a competition of who can torment their cute little geek the most . Jock Kirishima 's nice guy façade drops completely and Bakugo's sadism expands ten fold.

"Open you're fucking mouth!" The redhead growls, nails digging into the side of your face . You gag as he hits the back of your throat again, jerking away.

"Y're so fucking selfish, Me n Katsuki need this to blow off some steam before the game " Kirishima spits yanking you by the hair right back onto his cock. " Dont you want us playing our best so we can win for you"

Your stomach lurches at idea that the two sick fucks thought they were playing for you.

"Maybe the little shit would act right if we fucked her in the middle of the field. " Katsuki's suggests, the mushroom head of his cock grazing at your entrance.

You were bent over a locker room bench , palms raw from the friction of the concreate and jaw sore from Kirishma's constant thrusting .

" slut would like that though, fucking Exhibitionist" Kiri asnwers brushing your hair out of your face.

"No- no n'm no-t" You start to whimper around kirishima's length but the sudden intrusion of Bakugo's cock inside of you knocks the air of your lungs.

"Ah whats the matter little bitch ? " Bakugou groans rutting into you

You dont have to see him to picture the shit eating grin he know doubt has on his face " Dont want the rest of the school knowing what a total slut the quite little teacher's pet really is?

Katuski was jackhammering into now, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix , trying to push past it

" Ah he's just joking sweetcheeks" Kirishima beams down at you, "There's now way we'd let anyone else see our pretty little nerd like this, only for f-uck only for us."

Lord the big horny is consuming me ,

anyways notes and repost are always welcome and to check out more of my writing hit up the slutshop

#tw noncon #black!reader #x black reader #kiribaku smut #yandere kiribaku #kirishima x black reader #bakugo x black reader #kirishima smut #bakugou smut #mha x female reader #mha smut #afab reader #smutgalore3 #bnha smut #bakugou katsuki smut #bakugou x you #bakugou x reader

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wonwoonlight · 2 years

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my way to you / jeon wonwoo | chapter 7

➝ Wonwoo x fem!Reader

➝ rich!AU // heir & heiress!AU // best friends to lovers // idiots to lovers lol // fluff // a lil drama bc why not // somewhat angsty // clicheeeee <3

➝ series warning: OC is Dense with a capital D, so many cliches but idc, implied sexual activities (but no actual smut scenes), eventual suggestive scenes, theyre both idiots, food, insecurity and self doubts, somewhat toxic parents, someone fainted like once, not always proofread am sorry ;-; that’s probably it? tell me if there’s more!

➝ A/N: andddd we're halfway already?????? honestly felt like yesterday that i posted the teaser (funfact: i started working on this almost immediately after my daisy ended) anyhow, i hope you're enjoying the story so far and, as always, pls enjoy and dont hesitate to share your thoughts with me :D

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You wake up to find yourself tangled in someone’s hold, and you’re not even surprised when Wonwoo’s sleeping face greets you when you slightly pull away from his embrace. He frowns in his sleep, like he’s in a bad dream that he wishes to get out of, and it’s not even a minute later that he opens his eyes and blinks slowly at the sight of you.

“Hi.” You wince at how dry you sound, and Wonwoo immediately reaches out to the glass of water on his bedside before he helps you sit up and hands it to you. You’re in Wonwoo’s room, your brain registers, not your usual room in Wonwoo’s place, but you’re on his bed and you can’t help but realize how long it’s been since the last time you slept there.

The window in his room tells you it’s probably still dawn outside, and you’re awfully aware about how empty your stomach is and how sore your whole body feels. Wonwoo asks if you’re okay, and when you tell him you’re just hungry, he readily gets up and tells you he’s going to heat up some soup from last night.

Wonwoo insists you wait on his bed, but you tell him you’re tense and you need to move around even if it’s just to his kitchen. He sighs in defeat, not wanting to fight you when you’ve just woken up, then takes your hand in his to help you stand up from the bed and pulls you with him to the kitchen.

It doesn’t take long to heat up soup, and you thank him for the food after he settles down beside you and slides the bowl of rice in front of you. Wonwoo’s silent for a while, and you let him be because you’re a little more hungry than you thought you were so you figure it’d be better to eat first and ask later.

“Good?” he breaks the silence when he notices you’re about done, glancing at the digital clock on his fridge that glares a bright 3:07 AM at him. He’s pretty sure you wouldn’t have eaten at this hour if not for the fact that you literally fainted for that very reason, but he’s just glad he doesn’t have to force you to eat because he’s actually prepared for it, knowing full well that you’re often too bothered to eat when you’ve just woken up.

“Hmm,” you hum after taking one last bite, putting down your utensils and you let him put the dishes away before he sits back down beside you. It’s so easy–to let your head fall into his shoulder and for Wonwoo to pull you closer against his, his arm wrapping around your shoulder as he does so. “Did you have it delivered?”

“Jennie bought it for you,” he whispers against the silent room.

You don’t really answer, simply say ‘oh really?’ like you’re making comments about stuff you hear in passing, though Wonwoo’s glad that you don’t tense in his hold at the mention of her name. “What happened, Won?”

“You fainted,” he blurts right to the point, and you can’t help but chuckle at his deadpan tone. He frowns at your reaction, not getting at all how you can find it funny when he could barely fall asleep worrying for you until his eyes eventually gave up two hours ago. “Why didn’t you eat anything the whole day? Do you know how worried everyone was?”

“Everyone?” you perk up at his words, wasn’t there only Jennie and Soonyoung?

“Jeonghan and Shua were here,” he informs you, telling you that Chaeyoung also called and your cousins dropped by after they found out you fainted; that Jeonghan said you’re not allowed to go to the office until the charity dinner is finished.

“So I’m working from home?”

“You’re not working at all. You have to rest until d-day,” he says with finality and, as always, you know there’s no fighting him if he’s already called your full name like a five years old caught stealing cookies.

You’re about to whine, but you know Wonwoo’s right and you do need to be on your prime condition during the charity dinner; it’s always your prioritized event, after all, because even though it’s not as big as the annual party, you try to give even more than you usually do due to the fact that it’s charity.

“And you?”

“You literally fainted and you think I’ll leave you alone?”

You let out an amused scoff, burying yourself further into his hold and then circling your arms around his figure. “My best friend, ladies and gentlemen.”

The words hurt more than he thought it would, but Wonwoo shrugs off the bitter taste on his tongue and tightens his embrace instead. Perhaps if he hold on to you strong enough, it wouldn’t hurt as much.

Perhaps if he hold on to you tight enough, it would feel like you feel the same, after all.

“Let’s go back to sleep?” he whispers instead, not knowing how to respond to your words even though he knows you aren’t expecting him to at all.

“Just… a little more,” you mumble against his neck, your lips slightly grazing his skin and setting off warmth through his body. Suddenly, he’s painfully aware about how there’s practically no space between the two of you, with you pressing yourself to him and his arm wrapping you into his embrace. It’s uncomfortable to be holding you in this position, but there’s nowhere he’d rather be than here. “Just a few more minutes.”

Wonwoo would’ve stayed forever if that’s what you ask him to.

“So you’re feeling better?”Soonyoung asks from the other side of the phone. He’s sent you a whole catering consisting all sort of food from his sister’s catering he thinks should help you recover (though he confesses later on he’s just really not sure what you like so he asks his sister’s team to send just about anything), and you’re genuinely convinced you and Wonwoo can share this for three days and there would still be leftovers.

“Yeah, I’m forced to rest,” you joke, though deep down you’re kind of relieved you finally have the time to slow down and rest. “Sorry I ruined our dinner, we should reschedule after the event.”

“It’s fine. Gotta give it to you though, it’s such a refreshing way to be stood up. Don’t think I want to experience that again. Should’ve just said you don’t want to have dinner with me, you know?”

Your laughter rings throughout the room, and it’s then that Wonwoo appears on your door, his eyebrows raised in question as if asking who you’re on the phone with. You mouth Soonyoung’s name, and then you laugh some more at something that he said on the other line. Wonwoo simply watches from your doorframe, leaning on it with his arms crossed, then shakes his head when you pat the space next to you and instead signals you to come and eat lunch because it’s time.

“I’ve got to go. My babysitter is calling me to lunch,” he hears you say to Soonyoung, giggles and everything. It’s been so long since he sees you being so bubbly around someone other than your small-kept circle and Wonwoo’s still not sure how he feels about the whole thing.

He prides himself as a good judge of people, often being able to figure out people’s intent the moment they start speaking to him. But Soonyoung? He still can’t tell whether or not his advances towards you are romantic or not.

He blames his own feelings for that. He’s probably too subjective to be able to tell.

“Yeah, yeah. Thanks again for the food, send my greetings to your sister too, okay?” you say as you get up from the bed. “Maybe I’ll use her service for Jeonghan’s parents’ anniversary.”

You push your phone into your pocket then link your arm through Wonwoo’s the moment you reach him, and he doesn’t hesitate to follow you to the dining room only to see the abundant amount of packed foods lining up on his table.

“Soonyoung sent you this?”

“Over the top, I know,” you laugh at his shocked face and then pull him with you to sit on the other side of the table. “He mentioned he doesn’t know what I like so he just told them to send me everything.”

Wonwoo has got to admit, you’re pretty energetic for someone who literally fainted the day before. If he didn’t know better, he would’ve told you to take it easy and to stay on your bed for the whole day, but he knows you and you would just feel antsy if he told you to be on bed rest.

Dr. Jung already checked up on you earlier this morning and said you’re fine, anyway, just that it’d be preferable if you don’t work too hard for the next few days. So he really has no reason to put you on bed rest when Dr. Jung himself already said you just need enough rest and eat proper meals.

“How are we going to finish these?” he looks almost troubled, and you giggle before reminding him Jeonghan and Shua are probably dropping by again so you have nothing to worry about. You can always send some to his family house too if it’s really too much.

“Speaking of, didn’t you say Shua was going to drop by in the morning?”

“Yeah, there was a sudden meeting with a foundation though, so he promised to come later instead,” Wonwoo explains as he places the plates on the table while you get utensils from his kitchen drawer. “Jinyoung called earlier, by the way. Asked if you’re okay and if you want anything.”

You shake your head though, telling him you can’t possibly want more food when the meals Soonyoung sent is blatantly laid out on the dining table.”Maybe tell him I just want him to propose to his girlfriend already. I can tell Jisoo is too kind to say anything about it.”

Wonwoo laughs at your words, and then nods in agreement as he opens some of the containers and puts away the rest for dinner.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better,” you shrug. “I honestly never thought I’d experience fainting in my life.”

“I never thought I’d experience witnessing you fainting in my life,” he rolls his eyes, though glad that you do seem much better. “Seriously, princess, how could you not eat anything for the whole day?”

“I did drink my juice,” your voice is small, and Wonwoo knows you’re guilty inside despite trying to defend yourself. “And I ate my sandwich… half of it.”

Even though you’re avoiding his eyes, you can feel his gaze on the side of your face. It makes you feel queasy inside–his gaze always does–and you whine a little when he refuses to look away. In the end, you sigh and put down your spoon to entertain him and meet his eyes.

“I’m sorry, okay? I just didn’t feel hungry and when I did, it’s already evening, so I thought I was just gonna eat with Soonyoung,” you tell him truthfully.

It’s true though, you’re not actually as packed as you were a few days ago that day, but maybe the exhaustion piled up and you’ve always been the type to forget your meals when the day’s too busy, which is probably how you ended up passing out. You were being truthful too when you said you simply didn’t eat because you didn’t feel hungry, there was no purposeful intent to hunger yourself to the point of fainting.

“I told you it wasn’t a good idea to take three projects at once,” he says once again, even though he knows he’s just repeating himself at this point. You’re about to retort, probably something about the charity dinner being literal days away and you’re not backing off from the other two events now when you’re already half-way done with the preparation. But Wonwoo cuts you off before you even start talking, finally taking his eyes off you and then starts digging in again. “Just… don’t do that again, okay? I don’t want to see you like that ever again.”

It’s your turn to stare at him, and when you realize Wonwoo’s not going to return your gaze, you scoot your seat closer to him and lean your head on the side of his arm. “I’m sorry, okay? I promise I won’t forget to take care of myself again, Won. It was just… one of those days.”

He stills at your touch, and you hear the sound of his spoon against his plate before he shifts a little and tells you to look at him. When you pull away and give him a questioning look, Wonwoo simply flicks your forehead and scoffs when you whine at the slight throbbing pain.

“The last time you did that was when we were still in high school,” you chuckle a little as you think back on the memories before you smile weakly at him and repeat your apology. “Seriously though, I’m sorry I worried you that much. It wouldn’t happen again, Won. It was pretty scary too for me; I still remember the sudden loss of my hold. It wasn’t progressive except for the headaches, either. I honestly thought I was just having headaches, but one moment my vision gets extremely blurry and, next thing I know, you’re holding my weight because I couldn’t.”

“But you were… conscious?”

“I could still hear you guys talking, if that’s what you’re asking. I didn’t completely black out until we’re in the car.” It’s clear in your mind, even, how worried Wonwoo and everyone else sounded. You could hear Jennie frantically calling someone while Soonyoung thanked someone for giving him something, and you even detected Wonwoo’s frantic breath and heartbeat as he asked you if you’re okay. But you couldn’t really do anything, your body just felt heavy and even opening your eyes felt like pushing it.

It’s silent for a while until you hear what sounds like the pin code on the front door beeping and soft steps making their way to the kitchen. You’re not surprised to find Shua making his way to the kitchen, because he’s the only person who knows the code to Wonwoo’s place other than you. For emergencies, Wonwoo has said once, though you don’t really get what he means by that.

“That’s… a lot of food,” he says first thing after seeing the dining table, suddenly feeling glad that he’s not bringing any with him. He picks up the big paper bag on the floor and reads the name printed on it. “Lilac&Co?”

“Soonyoung’s sister’s catering service,” you supply helpfully.

Shua lets out a soft ‘oh’ and joins you both on the table, telling you Jeonghan would drop by later after his meeting finishes though he doesn’t exactly know when. “You feeling okay?”

You nod and don't wait a second to start telling him what you’ve just told Wonwoo. Shua has always been fussy, to the point where it might seem annoying to other people, but you’re used to it, and the fact that you grew up with no siblings and parents that are barely there makes you appreciate his nagging, if anything.

It never bothers you–never annoys you even on the worst day and your mood is down the drain.

You were five when you were told your aunt was pregnant with a girl. Shua’s going to have a sister, they said, and to your small world where Shua was the closest thing you had to a sibling, it felt like a threat. Even your five years old self was already aware that Shua was the only person who took care of you like a family.

Wonwoo was just your friend, another five years old you’d cry to when you scraped your knees on the playground. Wonwoo would panic, maybe hold your hand and hope you’d magically stop crying overtime though he would never let go until then. But Shua would kneel down and treat your small wound, then made sure to put on a band-aid with a picture of your favorite Disney princess before saying you did a great job holding back the pain regardless of how much you cried.

“I’ll help you with the next two events, okay?” he gives you that angelic smile of his, basically telling you his mind is made. “I’ve told Lisa to take most of my classes until the annual party is over so I should be able to take some of the prep work.”

“That assistant of yours really deserves a raise, you know?” you say instead, already accepting that Shua would be helping you with the events. There’s no use in rejecting his offer too when even you yourself realize how overworked you are with the monthly meeting around the corner and events preparations. It’s also scary to think you’d faint again out of nowhere even though you know better to take care of yourself now.

You can’t afford hearing Wonwoo’s distressed call of your name ever again.

The conversation goes about anywhere from there and it’s when you mention that you're really considering to use Lilac&Co for the anniversary party that Shua opens another topic altogether. “How did you end up befriending Soonyoung, anyway?”

“Oh! Remember the Kwons’ party? Soonyoung talked to me when Wonwoo went to the toilet. I thought he was trying to flirt with me but he just wanted to talk about his sister’s mousse.”

Shua subtly glances at Wonwoo after hearing you, trying to gauge a reaction only to see there’s none; Wonwoo simply continues eating as he absentmindedly nods at your words. He listens to your story, and then tells you he’s glad you’ve found a new friend after so long, and he, too, agrees that Soonyoung seems like a good person.

“–so I was going to hang out again with him at last but, well, you know,” you smile sheepishly.

“Why were you there, again?” The question is directed to Wonwoo, and he honestly answers that Jennie wanted to eat dinner with him and he was going to come see you after that because you weren’t picking up his calls. “Weren’t you with her too the night before?”

You frown a little at the reminder, having completely forgotten about the petty reason behind you ignoring his calls that day.

“Yeah, my mom made everyone eat dinner at home with her. But Jennie said she had something to…” Wonwoo stops for a while, trying to choose his words carefully to get rid of misunderstandings. “...consult about, so yeah.”

“Is she having a hard time here?” Shua asks in concern, not wanting to sound like he’s prodding. Wonwoo knows better than to think that, though. He knows Shua’s stand about Jennie is more or else the same with him, but it’s only natural for someone as caring as him to ask about his friend when he suspects they’re not in their best condition.

“Something like that, but it’s more… personal, I suppose,” he frowns now that the topic is brought up. He was so all over the place last night, his mind filled with nothing but your wellbeing that he forgot about his talk with Jennie until now. “She wasn’t sure who to talk to so she came to me.”

“Is it… bad?” is what Shua says, but Wonwoo knows him well enough to know that what he means to ask is if there’s anything he could help Jennie with–if he could do something that would lift the weight off his friend even a little.

“I honestly can’t tell, but it’s obvious that it’s bothering her to the point where she called me of all people,” Wonwoo decides to say, figuring that he should be able to say that much.

You stay silent at their conversation, not sure how to join in because you’re not close enough with the girl to comment. You don’t… hate Jennie, nor do you dislike her the slightest bit, but she’s always been someone you keep your distance from and it’s to your luck that she’s mostly out of the country than she’s not, which means you don’t really have to try to get rid of that weird feeling inside you everytime she’s with your circle.

You’ll be fine as long as you keep your distance still–no awkwardness, no weird feelings. When you hear she’s going to be in Seoul for two months, your first thought was just to hope that she’s busy enough that you wouldn’t have to meet her often. And you’ve been right–Jennie has been mostly too busy to be able to match schedules with Shua and the others. But you have never thought it would come at the cost of your Wonwoo accompanying her by himself.

The longest you’ve ever had to spend with her was about two weeks, then you’re already in a different continent again, and now she’s going to be here for two months? You can only make so much alibis to avoid her even between your already busy schedules.

Well, if you want to go back in time, you actually did spend a few years with her around you when you were kids. But you were six and your minds weren’t developed enough to complicate things and try to avoid her, though, even then, you already felt weird every time she’s around–almost like there’s something unpleasant that you can’t quite explain though you swear it’s not hostile.

“–she asked about you, by the way.” Wonwoo’s voice brings you back to reality, and when you look up to them, it’s only then that you realize you’ve been spacing out. “Wanted to make sure you’re okay and said that she wanted to drop by if you’re okay with it.”

Wonwoo catches the way you slightly bite your lower lip and your eyes falling into your lap, the obvious signs of your discomfort. “Maybe later? I don’t want to see a lot of people today.”

He knows you’re just making up reasons, but he also knows he can’t push you about it, more so now when you’re just getting better from yesterday’s episode. So Wonwoo simply nods, changes the topic, and tells you to eat more so you can fully recover for the charity dinner.

He can only hope he’d be able to talk to you about it one of these days.

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A/N: you guys ready for the charity dinner? (◔‿◔)ɔ

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