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l0serloki · 4 months

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omg i just got to know u write for jjk too!! I originaly was following you because of your valorant stuff and i love your writing style and those cute gifs you add at the start of every post <3

If its not alot can you please make some short drabbles/headcannons for the jjk men (gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna, choso, megumi) where its late at night you are all cuddled up and you hear something from downstairs, the man get all protective thinking its an intruder and go check it out. ( you can make it an actual intruder and add a lil fight scene or make it a racoon or a stray cat and make it cute its upto u)

Im sorry if i sound wierd english is not my first language 😅

Intruder Alert

(Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Todo, Sukuna, Choso, Megumi)

A/N : UMMM first off I read Toji as Todo soo.. sorry about that one. Second off thank you so much for the request!! I kinda made these more cracked out than I expected them to be.. I hope you still enjoy and I can always do more if you want.

CW : intruders (duh), casual murder (geto), gojo being an ominous being, Sukuna being on top of you as you wake up

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Gojo :

Your body was cuddled against your boyfriend as you tried to sleep. As quickly as sleep came, it left. There was a sudden noise downstairs that made you jump.

“What was that?!” Gojo turned to you, scratching at his face.

“I don’t know. It sounded like something downstairs.” You whisper out and the blue eyed freak groaned.

“Don’t worry babe. I’ll go check it out. There’s no need to be scared.” Gojo grabbed at your hand pulling you out of the warm sheets.

“If you’re going to check it out, why are you taking me along with you?” You deadpanned as he corralled you down the stairs.

“Because babe if I die then you need to avenge me.” Gojo whispered out as he peeked around the corner. His eyes surveyed the kitchen as he crept in.

“Coast is clear- HOLY SHIT!” Gojo fell back, crawling to your feet. You watched as a raccoon jumped down from the counter, scurrying back outside from the open porch door.

“Satoru, why did you leave the backdoor open..?” You rolled your eyes as you helped the ‘strongest’ man to his feet.

“I thought you did.” He grinned as he got up and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“Why am I with you?” You chided and he just pouted.

“So mean..”

Geto :

“There’s a noise Sugu..” You whisper out as you adjust in his arms. Your eyes stare up at him as he scrolls through the TV.

“It’s probably nothing Y/N. Don’t worry.” He rubbed at your head as he continued to mindlessly stare. You heard steps creeping as you continued to lay there. You couldn’t help but feel anxious and definitely with the warrant out for your boyfriends head.

“Suguru, someone is in the house.” You plead. He only rolls his eyes as he shuffles around in bed.

“You’re fine-” His eyes widen as the door slams open, a tall man standing in the wake.

“Geto Suguru, it’s nice to finally meet you.” His grin is wicked and you crawl closer to Suguru out of fear.

“It’s not smart breaking into my house, you know.” He grabs at your form and pulls you up. Curses forming behind the estranged man as Geto frowns.

“Personal preference really. I don’t get why people consider you that strong.” The man shrugs as he gets closer and you flinch as a punch flies past your face. One of his many curses attach to the mans fist.

“Pathetic. At least I know I need to replace the lock.” Geto rolls his eyes as the man screams in agony, his head exploding from the pressure of the curse.

“Are you okay darling?” Geto bends down to run his hand across your cheek, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to your warnings before. I’ll be more observant for you.” He leaves another peck as he sets you down against the plush pillows of the bed.

“Give me a moment to clean up and we can cuddle, okay?”

You only nod as you shake from the violent attack. You knew you were always safe with him but that didn’t make you worry any less. But at the end of the day, you still had him.

“Okay.” You lean in to give him one more kiss as he goes to clean up the ‘leftovers’.

Nanami :

You were cradled in Nanami’s arms as you heard rustling around. Nanami gripped tighter at you as the noises became louder.

“Kento..” You mumbled out. His soft snores filled the room as you tried to wake him up. You squirmed around in his arms trying to get his attention. A scream left your lips as a harsh knock on the bedroom door filled the silence.

Nanami whipped straight up, gripping at his cleaver that sat on the bedside table.

“Y/N what’s wrong?” He placed a quick kiss against your forehead as another knock sounded at the door. You gave him a scared look and he squeezed your hand.

“Nanami, are you there? I just got done giving Megumi his gift so if you could open up..!” Gojo’s voice filled the silence and you let out a giant sigh. Of course it was Gojo.

“Gojo, what are you thinking sneaking into peoples houses at 3 am. Regardless of time there is a thing called privacy.” Nanami swung the door open, berating the special grade as he started to push him out. Gojo gave you a thumbs up as he sat the gift bag on the chair and continued to struggle against the blondes hold.

“Try the lemon flavor Y/N! I think you will like it!” Gojo calls out as Nanami shuts the door on his face and sighs. He comes back over to the bed, his face worn down as he falls into his pillow. You couldn’t help but laugh at the buffoonery that unfolded.

“Ken are you okay?” You rubbed at his back. He only groaned as he peeked up from the comfort of the bed.

“Can we pretend that never happened?”

Todo :

Todo’s face was buried against your chest as he snored. You ran your fingers through his hair as you continued to mindlessly scroll through your phone. You heard noises creaking against the floorboards which attracted your attention.

“What the hell?” You pushed the large man off your chest and stood up to go check out the noise.

“Huh..? Y/N..” Todo’s hand yanked you back towards the bed, his eyes pleading for you to continue cradling him.

“There’s someone there Aoi. You have to let me check.” You push his hands away much to his dismay and move to leave the bedroom. His body moves quicker than yours, ripping away at the door.

“Is someone there!?”

There was a scuttle from a thief grabbing at some of your belongings, his hands flying up as Todo stomped through the hall.

“How dare you ruin my time with Y/N?! I am disgusted!” Todo grabs the thief by his shirt and tears open the window.

“Todo, the vase!” You screech as your vase teeters and he throws the man out the window, grabbing the nice china in time.

“Stupid. Now let’s go back to the bedroom.” He dusts himself off as he grabs you with one arm and makes his way back into the room.

“Maybe we should check the door..” You gasp against his tight hold as you try to process what just happened.

“The door should try and check me!” He gloats as he places you gently on the bed, still worked up from having his precious time taken from him.

Sukuna :

Your body slid in the sheets as you felt hands gripping at your face. Your eyes slowly opened and adjusted to see the beast on top of you.

“What-” You struggled to speak as his hand pushed your cheeks together.

“Such pretty lips. All for me?” He grinned as you smacked his chest. Sadly this was a recurring theme with the two of you. Whenever Yuji lost control you always somehow had Sukuna trailing close behind you. And although you weren’t particularly happy waking up to such intrusions, you didn’t mind it either.

“Cmon.” Your voice is garbled as he pets your skin and grins.

“No scream for the intruder? I’m disappointed.” He slaps your cheek lightly, not enough to harm you but just enough to wake you up.

“You’re a piece of shit.” You roll your eyes as he chuckles and pulls you flush against him.

“You like it.”

Choso :

“Baby.. there’s something outside.” Your eyes barely peek above his arm as you hear the scratching at the window. Choso just groaned and pulled you tighter into his embrace.

“It’s okay. Just sleep..” His voice was hoarse as he patted your head. You couldn’t help but still feel anxious, tugging at him to wake up.

“Please..” You jolted as another harsh slap hit the window. Choso sat up and made an annoyed face.

“Who would be stupid enough to come here?” He stomped out of the bed and over to the window. He ripped at the curtains and opened the window.

“You think it’s funny-” Choso starts only to get backhanded by the tree arm that had apparently been smacking the window. Your eyes widened as he wiped at his face, turning to see you laughing hysterically. He let out a small laugh as he rolled his eyes.

“Glad to see you’re not worried anymore.” He slides back into bed, pulling you flush against him.

“Baby you didn’t close the window.”

“Really..”

Megumi :

Your body rested against Megumi’s as you both cuddled against the sheets. It was a cold night and the heater was all but broken. One of your hands rubbed at the fur of the black dog coating you like a blanket while the other rubbed through your boyfriend's hair.

There was a ruckus from downstairs, your body jolting at the sudden noise. The dog seemed to notice as well, sitting up and growling, ready to protect you and Megumi.

“There’s something..” You pushed against your boyfriend and he slowly wiped the sleep out of his eyes. You arms circled around him as his shinigami jumped down from the floor and went to go sniff out said intruder.

“If someones there we will know. Don’t worry.” Megumi stretched as he tried to get into action. He jostled himself out of the comfy position and opened the door.

“Really.” His voice was deadpan as the dog came back into the room and jumped on you, unfazed. You were confused - there had to be someone if Megumi was talking.

“Hello dearest son! I brought sweets! Oh and hello Y/N!” Gojo gives a wave as he holds a giant bag out.

“Get out.” Megumi rolls his eyes as he pushes the bag away and shuffles the sorcerer back through the house. You could only chuckle at the interaction and hope that Megumi would tell him to knock next time.

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kseung · 1 year

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Wednesday Addams x Reader

Coffeen't

Requested.

Warnings: Coffee addiction :(, none more tho

Words: HC-126~, Drabble-844~, Both: 970~

I didn't know whether to write the HC or the Drabble, so I did both.

HC:

•You love coffee

•Yet, you love Wednesday more

•It's an addiction, honestly

•At first, Wednesday was glad you weren't being soul-sucked by the abyss that social media is

•But that was NOT better than finding out you, at most, get 3 hours of sleep

•And why? Coffee!

•She tries to get you to sleep at less-demonic hours

•Shes is not able to

•Hardest challenge ever

•Hyde? Trainer boss. You? Final boss.

•She tried to get you decaf coffee once. Never again.

•Bit by bit, you started drinking less coffee

•But you still weren't having 5 hours minimum, so she created a plan. Once you knew you wouldn't reject

•"Cuddle me."

•"What?"

•"Cuddle. Me. Don't make me repeat it."

•So you did.

•Best sleep ever.

Drabble:

You love coffee. You really love coffee. Everyone knew. Even those who weren't your friends. It was evident. Every day you are seen drinking at least 2 coffees. Americano, you say, but with the number of extra shots in there maybe it doesn't count as an Americano anymore.

—You should stop drinking that much coffee.

You looked at Wednesday, almost offended. Enid and Ajax eyed you for a while before returning to whatever lovey-dovey stuff they were doing. She stared, trying to intimidate you. As a challenge, she took your coffee so it could be safely away from you.

—I will not. You drink quads, little hypocrite. You're not so good yourself.

—Say that again and I'll break your hands.

—I mean, you sure love it when I-

She elbowed your side with force, making your grin become bigger. She knows how to kick ass. And it showed. You tried not to make it so obvious that you were in a bit of pain.

—No need to be so violent in public, Wednesday. We can leave that to your room if you-

She gave you your stupid coffee so you could shut up.

•••••

—I'm relieved you are not being indoctrinated by the endless pit of darkness social media is, but, please, stop drinking so much coffee! I can't tell now what I'd dislike more.

—It's not that bad!

—"It's not that bad", you say? You barely sleep 3 hours.

—I wouldn't sleep much anyway, you know.

—You still shouldn't drink that much coffee. It only gives you anxiety.

—At least it gives me mild anxiety. I wouldn't be able to live your life. It'd stress me out too much. Maybe I'd end up drinking double the coffee I do now.

—Don't be difficult.

—I'm just tryna defend my habit.

—Stupidly so—, Wednesday said. You agreed, smiling. It made her annoyed, which made you want to laugh.

—I won't drink more coffee today, don't worry about it.

She eyed you, and nodded. Classes were just continuing, so you went your separate ways.

•••••

You tried. You really tried. But "you really liked the taste," that's what you said. Perhaps it was only the chemical effect of caffeine on your body, or the addiction you were quite sure you had developed.

—I made this one with milk, and just one espresso. It's barely coffee—, you sulked. Wednesday wasn't as annoyed.

—At least you considered your health this time.

You hadn't...

—Yeah... well. As much as I like coffee, I know I should drink more water—.You shrugged and continued drinking. Wednesday sighed.

•••••

After some days of trying to drink less coffee, sleeping earlier, and having decaf, nothing changed. Your sleep schedule was that bad. It made you laugh in pity.

—I swear that if you don't sleep anytime soon I'll be the one putting you to sleep. Permanently.

You jumped in surprise. You hadn't expected Wednesday to wake up. Your head was too busy buried down in a book to check if she was asleep. You closed the book, placing it softly on your desk. When you turned around Wednesday was already glaring at you while sitting up.

—Sorry. I couldn't sleep.

You got up, slowly pushing your chair so it'd be put away. You toned down your lamp until it barely illuminated. It was nice having something other than darkness once in a while.

—It's 2:47 a.m. Lie down. Here—. She moved to her left a bit, then placing her right hand on top of your bedding.

That was an odd invitation, but maybe it was just because; it was your dorm, not hers, which meant no Enid; you had no roommate, so it was peaceful there. It meant she could be the tiniest bit more emotional when she was there.

—Right up.

You weren't complaining about that. Usually, when Wednesday stayed the night, she'd sleep on your bed and not question when and where you slept. You just had some naps here and there, on the desk chair. But she had no business knowing that.

You laid down next to her, stiff like a corpse next to another corpse.

—Loosen up. You won't ever sleep if you stay like that—, she said. Weird. It's odd seeing her be caring. —Else, I'd have no option but to hold you until you sleep.

—Are you saying you will cuddle with me, Wednesday?—, you asked playfully.

She responded with silence, as usual when you tease her. You kept silent too, staring at what you could, barely, make out of the ceiling. You heard a faint "hmm" before you felt an arm wrap itself around you, as light as a feather. You saw Wednesday staring back at you, clearly embarrassed. It was lovely.

You turned to your side, making her see your back. But of course, only to have her hug you tighter. You held her hand in yours as she embraced you. You beat her to her own game despite being tired now.

—No words. Night.

—Sleep well.

That you did, thanks to your very sweet girlfriend.

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday adams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday adams #wednesday #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday imagine #wednesday imagines #fanfic

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st0ryf1lms · 1 year

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fallen ➳ hal jordan

pairing: hal jordan x reader

word count: 523

genre/warnings: fluff, i guess??? a bit of angst if you squint, open ending but i might make a part 2 if i dont get lazy

synopsis: what if hal jordan told you that he’s fallen? based on fallen by lola amour.

a/n: OH MY GOD GUYS IM BACK FROM THE DEAD!! it’s been so hard trying to write while keeping up with the honor roll at the same time so i went ia for over a year 😭 this one’s not really that good but oh well better than nothing ig i swear i’ll do all the reqs in my inbox this summer anw enjoy this short drabble of my fave test pilot!! <3

edit: part 2 is now up!

Hal Jordan was not a man of commitment. Never was, never is, never will be. He deemed himself "too busy" for a committed relationship. Well, you couldn't really blame him, he actually is too busy for a relationship. Aside from being a test pilot, he was also a Green Lantern (more or less, a space cop). Being a Green Lantern meant he'd have to be at the Guardians' beck and call, even if it means ditching a flight that could pose as a real problem for his life as Hal Jordan.

But honestly speaking? He'd rather be at your beck and call. That's right, yours.

You may not know it, but you have Hal wrapped around your little finger. Heartbroken because of a date that went south? No problem, he'll fly over to your place in less than a minute with ice cream and watch some romcom movie while you cry your heart out to him. Stuck in a conversation you don't like? No worries, he'll scoot over to you and pull you out of it real smooth. Did I mention he's also your best friend? Yeah, as cliché as it sounds, Hal freaking Jordan fell real hard for his best friend.

Harold "Hal" Jordan, the notorious serial heartbreaker would rather be at your beck and call. So, is he too busy for a committed relationship? Yes, he is. But a committed relationship with you? He's definitely considered it and his answer is no. No, he'll never be busy for you.

Numerous nights he's practiced in the mirror, went to go grab a drink that turns into six and gets a really bad hangover the next morning, imagined you with other guys and beat up the bad guys a little bit too hard. It's not really a healthy outlet but he has to make do with what he has.

"-Jordan. Earth to Hal Jordan. Paging Hal Jordan, you there?" You waved your hand in front of him as he quickly snapped out of his reverie. Damn, he must've zoned out again. "Yeah, yeah, right here. Sorry, you were saying?" He shook his head slightly and stared back at you, giving you the same heart eyes he always does. Not like you'd ever notice anyway.

"I was saying, a co-worker of mine asked me out and I'm not really sure if I should go but I kinda like the guy, know what I'm saying? I don't know, I just wanted to ask you for advice." You started rambling on again and he stared blankly into space, his surroundings blurring.

What? Someone finally beat me to it, he thought.

His mind was like an over speeding car, running at 100 miles per hour, gears turning and crashing down as he tried to process what you said.

"Hal, come on, I'm being serious." Your voice brought him back to reality again, the gravity of the situation actually sinking in. No, you can't go because I've been in love with you ever since the day we met and I can't let you get away because I'm a coward.

"What?"

Oh, no, he must've said that out loud.

#hal jordan x reader #hal jordan #green lantern x reader #green lantern #hal jordan imagine #green lantern imagine #hal jordan drabble #green lantern drabble #dc #dc imagine #dc x reader

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skittlesfics · 2 years

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hii i wanted to request a argyle x byers!reader where he’s like obsessed with her and he’s all nervous when she’s around and she’s shy but she also likes him

so will, jonathan and eleven try to get them together and its all fluff (sorry for my bad english btw)

i love your writing!!!

Thanks for the request, and patience! I was writing this as a drabble/series of drabbles but this one really got away from me. Hope you enjoy! name: bewitched pairing: Argyle x Byers!Reader word count: 2951 content/warnings: she pronouns. silliness. fluff. some egregious pov switching near the end -

“No way, man. I can’t drive her alone. She’ll cast a hex on me or something.” Argyle said, throwing both hands up defensively. Jonathan raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“A hex.” He challenged. He knew that Argyle hit the bong a bit hard sometimes, but this was by far the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard from the other boy’s mouth, especially considering he didn’t even know about El’s powers.

“Yeah, man, another one! Your sister has some witchy shit going on.” Argyle wiggled his fingers to demonstrate his meaning, waving them around for emphasis. Jonathan watched him with pursed lips, still skeptical.

“Dude. Argyle. What are you talking about? Another hex? Witchy shit? She’s my sister, and she needs a ride to work later.” Jonathan wasn’t normally the type to get pushy when asking for a favor, but his best friend was truly not making any sense this time. Sure, you sometimes wore your eyeliner a little on the thick side, but that didn’t make you witchy.

“No, man, I’m serious. Like, dead serious. She did something to me last time I drove her alone. She like… whispered something right as she was getting around the van and BOOM!” He clapped his hands together for emphasis, the sudden noise making Jonathan jump, “I can’t stop thinking about her! At first I thought it was just because the van still smelled like her perfume, but nope. Someone ordered her favorite pizza toppings and I caught myself arranging them the way she likes them before I remembered it wasn’t for her.”

When Jonathan didn’t say anything, he continued, “Then I saw her favorite flowers in this neighborhood I was delivering to, and I started slowing down to pick them! I see her everywhere dude, in everything. I’m telling you, she cursed me.”

Jonathan stared as his friend, slack-jawed as he tried to deflect his painfully obvious curse into some sort of magical phenomenon. If Argyle wasn’t staring at him so earnestly, he would have laughed. He wanted to laugh anyway, but in a disbelieving sort of way. In a, am I really going to convince you that you’re in love with my baby sister kind of way.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not a curse, Argyle.”

“Dude, are you listening? I can’t even talk around her anymore, man. I get all tongue tied, like, I just don’t know what to say. Or I know what I want to say but it never comes out right and she just gets this sweet look on her face and laughs. Doesn’t say anything, just laughs.”

Oh, he had it bad. Of course, Jonathan and the rest of the population of Lenora Hills, California already knew that Argyle had a crush on the Byers sister, but Jonathan had just laughed it off until now because it was Argyle and you were you and it was nothing serious. This was sounding serious.

“What if Jane rides with you?” Jonathan offered, glancing back at the house. He couldn’t miss his scheduled phone call with Nancy again, and his car had been giving him too many problems to reliably get you to work anyway.

Argyle hummed, considering.

“Come on, dude, please? She wouldn’t dare do anything in front of Jane, you know. She’s way too protective.” Jonathan knew he shouldn’t feed into it, but he needed this favor.

Argyle sighed but acquiesced, finally.

“Fine, but only if Jane rides with us. And no witchy shit!”

You drummed your fingers nervously on your lap as Argyle drove, something inoffensive playing quietly over the radio. He was uncharacteristically quiet, and you weren’t sure if you had done or said something to upset him. Under normal circumstances, you probably wouldn’t have asked, and with El being oddly insistent on riding with the two of you today, you certainly had nothing to say.

“Your hair looks good today; did you do something different?” El called from the back, surprisingly chipper. You turned your head to raise an eyebrow at her, but she just smiled at you, “Don’t you think it looks good, Argyle?”

You turned to look at Argyle, and caught his gaze when he glanced over at you. You offered him a confused smile, but he quickly turned his eyes back to the road.

“Uhhh, yeah, dude. It looks good. Looks great. Pretty.” He offered, his grip tightening slightly on the wheel as he rambled, “Pretty… hairy?” You giggled; you couldn’t help it. Argyle was always so adorable when he was tripping over words. Somehow, it made whatever he settled on even sweeter. Pretty. Hairy. You shook your head fondly.

“Thanks, but it’s really nothing different. Just showered.” You shrugged, teeth immediately finding your bottom lip. Listening to Argyle was easy, but talking to him was something else entirely. He was always just so calm, so self-assured. You were so in your head about everything that you worried it would scare him away if he caught onto that.

You could feel his eyes on you, briefly, but neither of you said anything else. You thought you heard a quiet sigh from the back seat, but when you looked back, El was just staring out the window. You weren’t sure why she had wanted to come along anyway.

The drive to your job was nothing special, just flat desert for miles. Sometimes you would be daring and try to pull a rant out of Argyle, but with El as an audience, you didn’t dare. You would usually quietly remark on something innocuous and he would latch on, turning it into a full on rant or story that would leave you in stitches. Without that, this was just… awkward.

Your salvation came in the form of the small diner you had been waitressing at appearing on the horizon. The drive to work had never felt so long.

Argyle pulled into the ‘No Parking’ zone and you gathered your belongings quickly, flashing a smile as you hurried to exit the van.

“Thanks for the ride, drive safe!” You waved your goodbye and hurried inside, glad to be free of the lingering awkwardness.

You found yourself thinking of Argyle for the entire first half of your shift. The way he said pretty before amending his statement. The brief eye contact you had made, his pretty brown eyes meeting yours. The way he hummed softly along with whatever was on the radio, even when he clearly didn’t know the song. You were glad that you could at least be friends with someone like him, since you'd never been able to work up the nerve to say something that might change that into something more.

Back at the Byers house, Will swung his legs as he sat on the edge of his bed, listening intently to El and Jonathan as they each filled him in on their side of the story. Internally, his brain was whirring. If only Dustin and Mike were here, this would be easy. They were good at meddling. Even Lucas would’ve known how to drop the right hints in the right places. Without those three, though, they would need a friend. But first, Will needed answers.

“Let me get this straight. You want to hook your best friend up with our sister?”

That was exactly what Jonathan wanted, it turns out.

You knew from the very beginning that your siblings were planning something.

Will had always been terrible at lying to you, and Jonathan always got this weird look on his face when he was planning something he didn’t want you to ask him about. Still, it was El that provided the final nail in the coffin. When she suddenly became very interested in what you were wearing to the drive-in that evening, you knew for sure.

“El, it’s just the drive-in. No one will even see me!” You protested, putting away the miniskirt your mother had bought for you during one of her rare “you’re young, go be young! Take advantage of it!” phases. You had never managed to convince yourself to wear it out of the house, not wanting the extra attention it would bring.

El snatched the skirt back from the top of the drawer and dropped it back onto your bed.

“Exactly, wear it.” She insisted stubbornly.

The two of you glared at each other over the clothes. You thought to call her out, the words ‘Friends don’t lie’ just at the tip of your tongue, but you simply huffed and gathered the clothes instead.

First Jonathan had announced a last-minute plan to take you to movie, and then Will was suddenly super excited about a movie he had never mentioned before, as if Will was even capable of being excited about something without talking your ear off about it. Now, El was being weird about your clothes, and of course your mother was all for whatever would get the lot of you out of the house, so long as Jonathan was there to keep a keen eye on everyone. If the four of them had aligned against you, you had never had a chance in the first place.

“Fine, I’ll wear the skirt, just let me get dressed.”

El flashed you a smile on her way out of your room that did nothing to make you feel reassured.

They were clearly planning something, but what? It wasn’t their style to embarrass you in public, despite the way you felt as you tugged on the miniskirt. (The top, thankfully, was full length.) There wasn’t much they could even do at a drive-in. Certainly nothing that involved you. It didn’t make any sense.

At least, it didn’t make any sense until you walked downstairs to see Argyle standing next to Jonathan at the door, talking animatedly about something that had happened on the last stop of his pizza delivery route.

“…And that was it. I told her that Surfer Boy Pizza only accepts cash payments and she slammed the door. Didn’t even come back for her pizza, so I figured we could add a fresh pie to our snacks instead of letting it go to waste. It was your sister's favorite toppings, too. ”

You couldn’t help but to smile at the sound of his voice even as you tugged at the bottom of your skirt, struggling to force it to cover any more skin.

“Oh, you’re coming, Argyle?” You asked, finally swiping your purse off a chair to hold in front of your legs.

You missed the look Argyle gave you, eyes wide, mouth half open, scanning the length of your bare legs. No one else missed it, though, and they shared a knowing look before Jonathan broke the silence.

“We figured both cars would be more comfortable. I’m taking these two, so I figured you could ride with Argyle.”

It was so heavy handed that you couldn’t even think of a legitimate reason to protest. You couldn’t say that you didn’t want to spend time alone with Argyle. Not when it wasn’t true, anyway, and certainly not when Argyle was still trying his best not to look at you all mystified. You could already see their plan playing out before their eyes, so you just smiled and went along with it, pretending not to notice the looks they shared over your shoulder.

What you didn’t expect was for the three of them not to show up at all. The two of you had found a good spot at the drive-in and laid out all the snacks, but the movie was starting and Jonathan’s car still hadn’t pulled up. Sure, he had car troubles sometimes, but this felt too convenient. Too intentional.

Being alone with Argyle wasn’t anything new to you, but the tension tonight was. He had always been a little nervous around you. He would talk a little too fast, laugh a little too loud, stare a little too long, but this was different.

He idly spun the spark wheel on his lighter back and forth, eyes focusing somewhere in the middle distance despite the movie playing on the screen up ahead. You tried your best to focus on From Beyond instead of the boy sitting across from you, but the repetitive rrrrrrrrrt sound drew you out of the movie enough times that you gave up, your eyes falling instead to an imaginary loose thread on your skirt. Anything to stop yourself from staring.

You wondered if he knew this was a setup. And if he did know, what did he think about it? Was he embarrassed, angry, uncomfortable? You supposed it would be too much for the boy you had been crushing on to feel the same way, especially when he was your big brother’s best friend. Especially when most interactions with him involved him doing favors for said big brother. The insecurity bloomed in your chest and you grit your teeth to keep it at bay. Maybe your siblings had read the whole situation wrong, maybe you had read the situation wrong.

“I’m not sure they’re coming.” You said quietly, picking at the hem of your skirt in a way that drew Argyle’s eyes back to your legs again.

He forced his gaze away, lighting his lighter proper to watch the flame dance in his hand before extinguishing it. When he didn’t respond, you frowned.

“Argyle, are you upset with me?” You asked, instead.

That got his attention. He looked up urgently from the lighter, eyes meeting yours across the spread of snacks in the van. He had the audacity to look like he was the one hurt, eyebrows high with concern.

“What? Dude, no!”

You frowned, unconvinced. He hadn’t even bothered to light the joint tucked behind his ear, and if that didn’t mean something, nothing did. His eyes lingered on the curve of your lips and you scooted forward, pushing the pizza further into the van so that you could get closer to him. He tensed, not quite freezing, but not relaxing either. You chewed your bottom lip, unsure of how to proceed now that you were next to him. How could you confront him when he was looking at you like that?

“It just, like, worked too well. You can stop now.” Argyle said after a moment. Your gaze snapped to him, but he was looking off again, still fidgeting with his lighter.

“It worked?” You asked, voice soft, unsure. He shook his head, long hair spilling messily around his shoulders.

“Dude, the curse. The hex. You know what I mean! You can stop it now, I already liked you before. You barely say anything, but all I can think about is you. Some guy ordered your pizza toppings and I started spreading them out the way you like. I see your favorite flowers and I want to pick them. I don’t know what you did to me, but…”

He sighed, trailing off as he realized you were staring, a smile playing across your plush lips. He didn’t explain the rest, you should be aware of your own curse. Still, your face was flushed a pretty pink and he had to force himself to look away. To fight the urge to reach out and touch you – to kiss you. He had never felt this way, and certainly wouldn’t without you doing whatever it was that you had done to him, right?

For weeks, his thoughts had been nothing but you and now that you were sitting all pretty in front of him with rosy cheeks and that impossible skirt on, he was confronted with the full force of whatever it was that he was feeling, had been feeling for a while. Maybe even before the curse.

“Argyle…” When you said his name this time, it was like music, and he could feel himself sinking further under your spell. You could have asked him anything, could have asked him to do anything, and when he opened his eyes and found you beaming at him he felt something clench in his chest and knew that he was lost. Everything he had done to avoid this had failed. He was utterly and completely at your whim.

He didn’t realize that he was leaning in until you were already kissing him. It was the slightest brush of lips, but it sent electricity down his spine and Argyle knew that he could never go back. You started to pull away, an excuse already falling, stuttered, from your lips, but he pulled you back in, lips seeking yours eagerly.

His lips were chapped, and he tasted vaguely of burnt weed and pineapples, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to mind when your hand was bunching up the bottom of his shirt, finally getting what you had wanted but had never dared to ask for. All the car rides spent yearning, all the diary entries with his name scribbled over, all the things that you had been too shy to say out loud; crystallized right now before you in the form of the boy with his lips on yours, smiling into your kiss, holding you close even when you had to pull away for air.

"If you're under a spell, what's my excuse?"

And then he was laughing, everything that he had been bottling up for the past few weeks bubbling out as he crushed you to his chest, words failing him as you took the chance to press kisses against his cheeks, his nose, his forehead.

He still wasn't convinced that you hadn't done something, changed something, but he couldn't find it in himself to care when you were this close, fighting a smile as you leaned in to kiss him once again. A guy could get used to being bewitched.

#Argyle x Reader #Argyle Reader Insert #Argyle Imagine #Argyle Fluff #Stranger Things Reader Insert #Stranger Things Imagine #Fluff #2500 - 3000 #she/her pronouns #fem reader

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mintsugalab · 2 years

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idiots - min yoongi x reader

genre/tags: the most disgusting of fluff, seriously, slight hint of angst but really, mostly just fluff; friends to lovers, reader has never been in a relationship, first time kiss, reader has a crush on yoongi, lots of awkwardness

pairing: min yoongi/reader

word count: 2,8k

you can also read it on AO3

a/n: okay so, I had a VERY long break from writing and this is the first thing I actually finished since then so it’s definitely not the best. And definitely cliché lol. (It was literally supposed to be a really short drabble to get me out of the writer’s block but oh well, somehow it became almost 3 words - I blame yoongi for this honestly, lately he just looks to good not to write stories about him). So yeah, hope you enjoy 😅

“So you’re telling me that you’ve literally never even kissed anyone?” he asked, repositioning himself on the sofa, turning his face into your direction, a slightly shocked expression decorating his features.

“Hey, it’s not like it’s my fault! And I did not tell you this, just so you could judge me, you promised you wouldn’t do that!” you answered his question, a mix of anger and embarrassment visible on your face as you avoided his gaze.

You certainly didn’t expect your evening to take this turn. It started pretty innocently, just as many other evenings before that. You two would hang out, order a takeaway and pretend to watch a movie, when in fact, you always ended up talking about everything that has happened in your lives since your last meeting, totally not paying attention to what was happening on the screen. These evenings became some sort of little tradition for either of you, as well as an important part of your friendship. You especially enjoyed them, because Yoongi, despite his sarcastic and grumpy demeanour, was the best friends you’ve ever had. Many would say that it’s a bit of an overstatement, considering your friendship haven’t lasted very long, but you didn’t remember the last time you’ve felt that comfortable with someone.

You trusted him with all your problems… well, almost all of them. There was only one issue, that you absolutely couldn’t tell him.

Because, of course, you had to be this one cliché girl who fell in love with her best friend. But honestly, who wouldn’t? It’s not even the fact that he was incredibly attractive (which seriously, he was so handsome it was a bit unfair), but the way he talked, the kind of advice he gave you or even the kind of shitty jokes he would say to make you laugh… All of it just came together to create this imperfect man, who couldn’t be more perfect in your eyes.

So when during your usual shit-talking session, which always had place at your hangouts, came up the topic of relationships, you started to feel a little uneasy. I mean, you were eager to talk about other people, but you couldn’t help to feel anxious as the topic started to move to you.

When Yoongi asked you about your previous relationships, you weren’t quite sure what to answer. You’ve never experienced being in one, not to even mention the simple things such as holding hands or kissing. Not that it was something to be ashamed of. However, it wasn’t exactly the thing that would put you in a flattering light in front of your crush.

“I am not judging!”, he protested immediately, “I’m sorry, it’s just a bit shocking. I don’t mean to make you feel bad, but like… how?” Yoongi scooted a bit closer to you, visibly curious and waiting for you to continue.

“I don’t know how. It just never happened”, you tried your best to appear confident, despite the uncomfortable subject and unpleasant sting in your heart, “I guess, people did not find me interesting enough to want to go out with me.”

You attempted to be cool about it and laugh it off, but it came off rather pathetic, especially when the only place you could look was your hands, which you were fidgeting with. So much for your confidence.

“Okay, that’s just bullshit”, you heard Yoongi say, as you finally glanced meekly at him. “Don’t say such things about yourself. Not being in a relationship does not set your value as a person. And besides,” he smirked at you, and added in an ironic tone, “I wouldn’t hang out with you if you weren’t interesting, like, come on, I have standards.”

“Wow, I am honoured then. I didn’t realize it’s such a privilege to hang out with you.” You matched his ironic answer, glad to ease the tension between you and feeling comforted by his words.

“Ah yes, you see, I usually hand people a quick questionnaire to fill before I talk to them. You know, just to see if they are worth my time.” he played along, trying to hide the smile which started to grow wider on his face. But then, after a second, he turned serious again. “I’m really sorry I asked this question. I feel like I forced you to share something you’re not comfortable with.”

“No, it’s okay. Just a little embarrassing.”, you chuckled lightly. Yoongi looked at you, puzzled, waiting for your next words. “You know, most people my age are in committed relationships, or at least they had been in one, and me? I’ve never even been on a single date, let alone kissed somebody. I don’t even know how to kiss, it would be so awkward.” You said, half jokingly, half seriously.

There was a moment of silence, only faint sounds of Ten Inch Hero could be heard in the background, the movie itself long forgotten by both of you. You looked at Yoongi, who was sitting on the opposite side of the couch. He seemed deep in thought, you swear you could see the cogs turning in his head.

Just when the atmosphere was starting to get a little uneasy, he finally spoke.

“I could teach you.”

“What?” you replied, confused.

“I could teach you how to kiss. I mean, it’s not rocket science,” he shrugged but avoided eye contact. “You know, just to get you comfortable with it, so it’d be easier when you actually meet someone.”

You sat there, weighting your options. The idea of kissing your crush was tempting. You had one hundred percent certainty that he wouldn’t judge you, and what’s more important, you were given a perfect opportunity to share this moment with someone you actually liked a lot. Although, as great as it sounded, you knew that it was a “no strings attached, one-time thing” kind of deal. So you definitely would be screwed for the rest of your relationships, having to try acting as if nothing happened.

“You know, forget it,” he started to speak again, less confidently now, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s just something that popped into my mind, I don’t want you to feel pressured to- “.

“No, I want to do it.” You quickly interrupted Yoongi, not knowing whether to mentally congratulate or curse yourself.

“Wait, really?” you were met with his shocked expression.

“Well, don’t act so surprised, it was your idea, after all,” you crossed your shoulders, slightly pouting.

“No, of course! Let’s do it, then,” he answered, and although he tried to appear unbothered, you could swear his lips twitched in a shadow of a smile.

Both of you tried to move a little but were hesitant to get closer, so instead of actually closing the distance between yourselves, you just awkwardly twitched in place. Yoongi chuckled at your failed attempt and decided to take matter into his own hands.

He stood up and sat back down on the couch, but this time much closer, in a way you were only a few centimetres apart. Looking at his face from such close distance filled you with a mix of awe and nervous excitement. His delicate, almost doll-like features looked close to magical in soft, warm light of the living room lamp. His eyes sparkling, looking at you with emotions that made you melt, even though you couldn’t quite put a finger on what they were. And his hair, soft and shiny, (now slightly longer than usual, but you couldn’t complain because it looked gorgeous) practically inviting you to slide your fingers through it. You should have realized you were staring at him for way too long, but you were brought back to reality only after Yoongi called your name.

“Hey, y/n! What? What are you looking at?” he asked, grinning. You felt your cheeks heat up.

“Sorry, just lost in thought.” You quickly answered, trying to make it look as if you were just anxious, and definitely not checking out your handsome best friend.

“You don’t have to be nervous about it, it’s just me,” he tried to reassure you. “And you can still back out, you know that, right? I won’t be offended.”

You looked at him fondly, he was always so considerate of you, it was impossible not to feel at ease in his company.

“Well, maybe a little bit,” he added, making the atmosphere lighten again while it filled with your laughter. “I mean, look at me. You should feel lucky, most people would kill to be in your place right now. It’s not something I offer every day.”

“I sure hope so,” you responded, shaking your head and smiling, “God, you’re impossible, you know that?”

“It’s all part of my charm, sweetheart.” A cocky smile appeared on his face as he said the pet name, making your heart skip a bit at the sound of it coming from his lips. “Okay, are you ready?”

You nodded your head, despite being far from said thing.

You watched as his hand travelled to your face, taking a loose strand of your hair and putting it behind your ear. As his face was gradually getting closer to yours, his long fingers started gently grazing your jaw line. His touch was so light, so barely there, it tickled, and you couldn’t help but giggle and pull back.

“Sorry, I’m just very ticklish, “ you explained yourself, laughing as his face turned to amused disbelief.

“Yeah, I noticed,” he said while poking your sides, earning another laugh outburst from you.

Yoongi waited a moment for you to calm down and tried again, this time placing his hand delicately on your cheek as he closed the distance between both of you. Before you could know, his soft lips were on yours in a gentle, feather-like kiss. He pulled back only for a little moment to study your expression, and then quickly came back to kissing you, this time more confidently, while putting his other hand on your waist.

After a while, he gently licked your lip, asking for permission to take the next step and slip his tongue to pleasantly slide over yours . It took you a few seconds to match his movements, but despite these few moments of awkwardness, it felt so good.

He tasted sweet with a hint of bitterness, like the dark chocolate you were eating before. The mixture of the taste, the smell of his perfume, the feeling of his hands on your body and the softness of his lips was intoxicating and made you longing for more. And even though, you felt like you were on cloud nine, at the same time, the mere thought of not being able to do it every day made your heart break a little.

You pulled away, short of breath and a little dizzy, keeping your eyes closed as you felt his hand move from your waist to cup your other cheek and rest his forehead on yours.

“So, how was it?” you asked, moving back just to look at him, struggling to remain eye contact. He stirred in his seat and cleared his throat, quickly taking his hands away from your face, suddenly looking disconcerted now, under your gaze.

“Eh, you… you actually did well. You’re- umm, you’re a natural, I think,” he stuttered, a slight pink tint covering his pale cheeks. Unexpectedly, he stood up and looked around, putting his hand in the back pocket of his jeans. “You know, I think I should get going. I have work tomorrow and have to wake up early.”

“Oh… Okay, if you want to,” you said, couldn’t help but feel a little hurt and disappointed. Not that you were counting on something more, but you surely didn’t expect to be greeted by this sudden cold behaviour, especially after you thought it was all going so well.

You watched as he collected his stuff from the table in a hurry and walked towards the front door. You joined him, waiting for him to put his shoes on.

“Listen, if I did something wrong, please tell-” you started but was quickly interrupted by Yoongi’s response.

“No, you have nothing to apologize for.”

You didn’t know what else to say, so you just settled for the safest option, despite it being far from ideal.

“Text me when you get home, okay?”

“Yeah”, he murmured, nodding his head slightly while opening the door and stepping outside.

The door closed with a quiet click, and you sighed, releasing breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. You leaned on the wall next to you, trying to make sense of this whole situation. The entire kissing idea was obviously a mistake, and you wanted to regret it, but your lips still tingled at the memory of his actions. How can something feel so right, when it clearly wasn’t supposed to happen?

You couldn’t even blame it on alcohol or anything like that, both of you were stone-cold sober. You also couldn’t bring yourself to blame Yoongi, after all, it was you who agreed to the offer. Even though you wanted to be mad at him, especially after he stormed off your apartment so abruptly.

Anxiety flooded your mind. You needed to talk to him, maybe try to convince him to forget this evening and pretend like nothing happened. You simply couldn’t lose him, even if it meant hiding your true feelings. Not the healthiest way, you know it, but in the heat of the moment it seemed like your only option.

You didn’t know for you long you were standing in the hallway but just when you were about to come back to the living room and start cleaning up after your disaster of an evening, you heard faint knocking coming from the door. Cautiously, you approached the door and looked through the peephole, just to see Yoongi standing in front of it, distress visible on his face. You hesitated for a second, but decided to open the door and confront him.

“What are you doing here? I thought you went home.”

“Yeah, I wanted to but,” he sucked in some air, his hand fiddling with a bracelet on his other wrist, “I just couldn’t leave before I apologized. You know I’m terrible at expressing my feelings, and this is pathetic excuse but instead of actually telling you what I felt, I thought it would be better to just run away,” you watched as he laughed dryly, still standing on the doorstep. “I basically acted like a jerk.”

“I’m not going to lie, you did just a little bit.” You admitted.

“It was not okay, especially when I knew how you felt about all this and how important it was to you. I’m so sorry. But also, I came here because you deserve to know the reason why I just ditched you like that.”

He looked like he was fighting with his own thoughts, opening his mouth and closing it all over again a few times. He rubbed his face with his hands, letting out a shaky breath while his lips curved in a helpless smile.

“Shit, why is it so hard to say… Okay, at this point our friendship is pretty much ruined, so fuck it.” He paused for a moment and then mumbled something under his nose. You looked at him, incredibly confused because you did not understand a single word. Yoongi looked defeated, so he repeated the words this time loud and clear.

“I like you. And not as a friend. I wanted to tell you countless times, but every moment seemed wrong and, well… I’m a horrible coward, I just couldn’t bring myself to tell you. And I thought I would be satisfied with being just friends, but today… I honestly don’t know what I was thinking. I saw a chance and I took it, but it was a mistake and- what?”

His rambling was interrupted by you, laughing in disbelief.

“Are you kidding me, Min Yoongi?” you looked at him as he stood there, visibly disoriented.

“No! I would never joke about something like that, and definitely not to you, what on earth are you thinking?”

“You are such an idiot.”

“Well, fuck you too.” He was about to say something in his defence, crossing his arms, but his words were cut off by your hand grabbing a handful of his sweatshirt and your lips connecting in a sweet kiss.

“Why- Wha… What did you just do?”

“I kissed you,” your lips formed into a thin line, trying to hide the smile that was forming on your face. “Because I like you too. I liked you for a long time, but I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

His hands grabbed your waist and bringing your body closer to his.

“And you said I’m an idiot. I can’t believe we were both too scared to say anything. I think we’re perfect for each other, we’re both unbelievably stupid.” He laughed, his gummy smile showing. “Can I come in? I promise, I won’t run away this time.”

#bts #bts imagines #bts yoongi #min yoongi #yoongi x reader #yoongi fluff #yoongi imagine #suga x reader #suga fluff #bts fanfction #yoongi fanfic

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pxl8ed · 1 year

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Obsessed with the though of 2003 turtles having a friend who can pick them up pretty easily

Mikey suggest doing something stupid and/or dangerous, but before he can run off Y/N just picks him up and holds him

I wanna thank you for the funny image this put into my head XD

It got me thinking while I was at work today and this little Drabble is the product of this ask. Thank you so much for the opportunity to write this! I hope you like it! :D

Hold Up

Fandom: 2003 TMNT

Warnings: not edited, (y/n) uses she/her pronouns, Mikey being Mikey

Rating: PG

When the turtles met (Y/N), they didn’t think much of it other than the fact they had a new human friend closer to their age. They met much like how they met April but instead of in the sewers, it was in Central Park and instead of mouser robots, it was a couple of Purple Dragon thugs. Yes, she was a bit freaked out by the mutant turtle aspect, but after the TCRI building disappearing, the Triceraton invasion, and a literal war with a demon, she honestly wasn’t that surprised. The four brothers and the human became fast friends shortly after. Albeit she felt more like a mother hen half the time trying to wrangle Mikey and his shenanigans.

Today was no different. (Y/N) had come down to the lair to practice mediation with Splinter, a past time he had gotten her into after a particularly rough week. The orange clad ninja, however, had other plans.

“Yo (Y/N)! Check this out,” She heard him call out from somewhere behind her. She did her best to ignore him. This was the time for inner peace and a clear mind, not for indulging in whatever Mikey was doing. There was a brief moment of quiet bliss and then she felt his presence behind her.

“Oh (Y/N)~”

“Yes, Micheal,” she sighed. She was irritated to say the least. “What do you want?”

The sound of snickering echoed in the silence. She knew what was coming. He hated it when she ignored him. So much so that he would pick her up and carry her off to do whatever bad idea he had in mind. Sometimes she felt more like a pet or a plaything rather than a friend. She knew better, though. He was just happy to have a friend closer to his own age, whom he wasn’t related to, to be around.

Sure enough, a moment later, she felt two three fingered hands pull her up to her feet and spin her around. The orange clad terrapin had the biggest smile plastered on his face. He looked as if he could barely contain his excitement.

“Dudette, c’mon!” He tried to drag her away from where she had been sitting.

“Micheal, what are you going on about?” She dug her heels into the metal flooring as best she could, however the worn rubber soles of her shoes gave little friction.

“Don finally finished that hoverboard I’ve been asking about-“

“More like bugging him about,” she interjected.

“Yeah yeah whatever. The point is,” he kept pulling. “He finished it and I wanna test it out!”

“And why do you need me if you’re just testing it out?” He was halfway to the lair entrance.

“Because I wanna test it with my best buddy!”

As much as she was touched that he considered her his best buddy, she knew that this wasn’t going to end well. Mikey rarely thought through his plans if it didn’t involve his brothers (and even those plans were given little thought). The sudden sense of impending doom hit (Y/N) like a truck.

“And where, exactly, are we going?”

“We’re gonna go to the top of the Brooklyn Bridge,” the casual matter-of-fact statement caused (Y/N) to pull back out of his grip.

“We are absolutely not going to the Brooklyn Bridge.”

Mikey stopped and looked at her. If there was one thing Mikey didn’t like more than being ignored, it was being told no. The mischievous look in his eye was all (Y/N) needed to realize what he was about to do. When Mikey went to grab her, she blocked his outstretched hand with her left arm and grabbed his own wrist with her right hand. She, then, pulled him diagonally across her body as she stepped out of the way. The force of the movement sent him opposite the lair entrance. He skipped to a stop and looked back at (Y/N) who was now between him and the door to outside.

“Where did that come from?” Mikey’s jaw dropped.

“What else do you think I’ve been doin’ with Raph and Leo?” She smirked.

In the blink of an eye Mikey lunged at (Y/N). He attempted to grab her, but what he didn’t expect was the sudden feeling of an arm wrap around his shell and the tug at his belt. Weightlessness soon followed as he realized he was suspended off of the ground. (Y/N) laughed at the look of shock and awe on her friend’s face.

“I‘ll repeat myself one time, Mikey. Not off the Brooklyn Bridge.”

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#tmnt 2k3 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #mikey tmnt #TMNT Mikey #michelangelo #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2003 #2003 mikey #x reader #Mikey is just being Mikey and y/n is not having it

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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year

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This might seem like an odd request, but I'm gathering up my courage to ask anyway.

Could you perhaps do a writing where the reader is a very good person, but has a horrific past.

Corinthian comes to her town, she sees him being a menace or maybe murdering someone, although she's very much afraid of him she thinks he needs a friend. The Corinthian *shocked at this behaviousr* ends up becoming friends with her after sometime and visits her every year until she passes away and every year, he leaves flowers on her grave. Perhaps he meets her grand daughter one day too?

Just a thought for a drabble, if you have time.

Meanwhile, I'll be nose deep in you masterpieces on the master list! 😍

[MASTERLIST] | [Sandman-inspired playlist]

Corinthian isn’t religious, so rituals of any sort are quite unfamiliar to him. Despite that, he does have a few of them, even if ‘rite’ is not necessarily the word he’d use, like the way he goes about his victims - the stalking, the loving, the carving. Or the way he’d visit this one grave every year.

The sunlight of early spring glides across the grey tombstone. The day is cool but the marker is probably warm to the touch. Lanky weeds grow around the grave, although they are not tall or dense enough to consider the memorial neglected. There are numerous lanterns placed around it. An enormous willow tree proudly stands not too far from the grave. Some of its long branches brush against the grey stone. In a place like this, one’s rest can truly be peaceful.

When people age, it’s a graceful statement of very vital information: they’re alive. Whatever tried to kill them was unsuccessful. Graves growing older, however, are the exact opposite: it’s a malicious cackle only becoming louder as the tombstone cracks and fades in the sunlight; a memory slowly fading away even if it's regularly recalled and relived.

Corinthian reads the line at the bottom of the gravestone over and over again: Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future*. Whether he wants to or not, he recalls the strange night he met you all those decades ago. Nothing about that fateful run-in suggested he’d become a prisoner to sentiments and melancholy:

Hot blood is dripping down his hands. It’s refreshing, cleansing in some macabre way. Giving in to this urge is always just as sweet like finally scratching a patch of skin that has been terribly itchy for the past, well, forever. But the night is going to only become better: now that the thrill of the chase has come to a grand finish, comes the ravishing.

“Well, that was a little excessive,” you speak up.

The man in a cream-coloured jacket suddenly turns around to look at you. His sunglasses are halfway off his nose but he pushes them back up immediately as he stands up. “An uninvited guest!” Corinthian announces. “Wasn’t expecting one. I think I have some spare time if you want to,” here he flips the knife in his hand, yellow light of streetlamps cascades off the well-kept blade, “get to know each other.”

“I’m not scared of you,” you say with a giggle hiding in your voice. “Middle of the night, you’re killing some poor bastard you’ve never seen before behind a run-down motel, trying to act all tough. You have a knife, what did he have? Sweaty palms? Excerpt from the Bible tattooed on his wrist? It’s not scary, it’s pathetic. You don’t need another victim, you need a friend. Maybe a hobby, too.”

He’s standing maybe a meter or two away from you but you’re not bothered by that. You can’t be, not anymore. “It’s quite dangerous for a young lady like you to go around at night, asking strange men to be her friend. Has no one ever told you that?”

“>Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future<,” you quote. “I wonder what's yours.”

A curious smile suddenly appears on Corinthian’s face as though he realized that some things were about to change. It’s hard to say whether he knows how much he is going to change. “Feeling fearless, don’t you?”

“What can I say,” you answer with a disinterested shrug, your hands still shoved deep into the pockets of your coat, “I’ve seen worse. I’ve grown to know the terrors lurking in the dark a little too well to ever be scared of them again. Now come on, I can hear someone walking this way.”

A shy voice interrupts Corinthian’s melancholy. “Excuse me? You knew my grandmother?”

The girl looks to be in her early twenties or late teens if she’s living a stressful life. Judging by the messy hair and bags under her eyes, coming to the cemetery must have come with some hardships. She has a sweatshirt with a logo of a university embroidered on it. There seems to be an orange stain, some sauce without a doubt, on the hem of the pullover.

“Once. At least I’d like to think so.”

She looks at him suspiciously but not necessarily in a bad way - she can tell there’s something utterly exciting about his dishonesty. A thought passes through his head that, in some way, at that moment, she looks exactly like you did that fateful night. “But you look very… young, sir.”

“I eat my greens and use a good SPF.”

Understanding that Corinthian isn’t interested in small talk, she falls silent for now. The two of them are complete strangers suddenly united in grief, despite their respective mourning being so different. They’re together but still so very alone.

“I always liked that quote,” the girl speaks up after a few minutes. Maybe she’s looking for closure in friends of someone she is yet to learn to live without. “It’s very… hopeful. Anyone can be good, all it takes is the right decision. You can always change.”

“It’s a warning,” he states.

The girl scrunches her nose and furrows her eyebrows. “How so?”

“Even the smallest, seemingly insignificant choice can change the direction you’re headed. You can never know what you’re going to become until you become it. And when you do… it’s already too late.”

“Sounds like you’re speaking from experience.”

Corinthian doesn’t answer straight away. For a moment he’s pondering that notion, slowly and painfully accepting that those decades he spent with you changed him forever. “Maybe I am,” he says in a slightly quieter voice.

_____________ *Line from Oscar Wilde’s A woman of no importance

#the corinthian x reader #the corinthian x you #the corinthian imagine #the corinthian fanfiction #the corinthian #the sandman fanfic #the sandman imagine #the sandman netflix #the sandman fanfiction #the sandman #corinthian #corinthian x reader #corinthian fanfiction #corinthian imagine #corinthian x you

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cilil · 6 months

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𝓐𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓼 - 𝟐𝟎 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞

⊱ Tears

Characters: Eönwë/Olórin Synopsis: After centuries of carrying his burdens alone, Eönwë finally finds comfort in Olórin's arms. Warnings: Angst, Eönwë needs therapy

Eönwë tried his best to be strong for his brothers and sisters in arms. Never falter, never flee, never fail. And in the end he succeeded, defeating the Dark One on his own to finally end the war.

But at what cost?

Beleriand is no more, and now, centuries later, neither is Númenor–because of his mistakes. Because he couldn't save the Children or the land, because he let Mairon escape, because he didn't manage to provide enough guidance and wisdom.

When Olórin finally finds him and opens his arms, wordlessly offering comfort, Eönwë embraces him and leans against the smaller Maia, desperate for support and reassurance. Warm hands caress his hair and rub soothing circles between his wings, providing him with the touch and closeness he craves.

"I am sorry I failed them. And I failed you too," he says through ósanwë.

"You did not." Olórin replies. "We are all proud of you; but never forget that, regardless of your deeds and your service, you are loved."

It is only then, after ages of trying to be strong, that Eönwë finally closes his eyes and allows himself to weep.

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player1064 · 3 months

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How about something fluffy fluff where they have been in a situationship/fwb for a few years, both thinking the other one doesn't want anything serious, but irl both are insanely in love with each other and pining, until finally one of them cracks and confesses.

Your drabbles bring me so much joy, thank you. You should also continue the wife-gary saga.

I WANTED TO WRITE SOMETHING DUMB AND SILLY AND FLUFFY BUT OHHHH NO. MY BRAIN HAD OTHER IDEAS. Obviously the other day I was like 'in the wife-gary saga they were fwb who spent lockdown together' and so I wanted to write that but then it hit me just like. just what an Ordeal the lockdowns were and how insane it made everyone. So this came out less 'silly fluff' and a lot more 'earnest pining'. oops?

Also I've mentioned this on the carraville discord but did u guys know Gary and Jamie were literally together when the lockdowns first got announced like they literally watched the broadcast together then like. had to immediately pack up and go home. I feel INSANE every time I think about it. tbh.

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“Feels a bit like the end of the world,” Jamie says one day, lounging on the sofa while the news plays softly in the background.

Gary looks over at him from where he’s sat a respectable distance away at the other end of the couch. “Yeah,” he says quietly, “it does a bit.”

Jamie had been thinking about saying – well, it doesn’t really matter, because he’s been thinking about saying it for three weeks now and still hasn’t got up the nerve. Instead, he smirks and says “y’know, in all the disaster movies I’ve seen the rich bastards always fuck off somewhere safe, don’t they?” He looks around Gary’s huge living room. “Maybe that pension of yours has finally come in handy, eh?”

“I dunno,” Gary says. “All just feels a bit wrong, to be fair.” He gets up with a sigh, brushes some imaginary lint off his trousers. “You got any more filming to do today, or d’you fancy helping me in kitchen?”

For a brief moment, Jamie considers making up some interview he has to go off and record so that he can avoid another dreaded ‘Gary (who can’t cook) tries to teach Jamie how to cook’ session, but then he remembers that this lockdown thing is already stretching out for weeks and weeks ahead of him, and if he’s going to be stuck here all that time he should probably try pulling his weight a bit more.

“Fine, but I’m not peeling any more fuckin’ carrots.”

When Jamie’s loading the dishwasher after dinner, Gary rests a hand on his hip and kisses him, soft and sweet.

“Come to bed?” he murmurs against Jamie’s lips, and Jamie wonders if he even remembers how to deny him anything.

Except he does remember how, and he hates himself for it. Because when Gary, already half-asleep, loosely wraps a hand around his wrist and says “stay,” he gently extracts himself from the tangle of sheets and goes back to the spare room.

They somehow manage to carry on like this, days spent on zoom calls from separate studies, evenings spent trying to muddle their way through whatever recipes they find online. Nights, more often than not, spent in separate bedrooms.

They’re actually having less sex, now that they’re living under the same roof. Before, every time they’d seen each other had been an excuse to find somewhere private to sneak off together, every accidental touch in studios or in stadiums had felt charged.

Now, they argue over what shows to watch on Netflix. They work out together most mornings in Gary’s little home gym. They stay up far later than two middle aged men have any right to, heckling each other through games of fifa and mario kart.

Sometimes, Jamie looks over at Gary and he’s got that same look in his eye that he normally only gets when he’s about to kiss Jamie. Sometimes Jamie smiles at the expression, starts to lean in, is left confused when Gary blushes and moves away.

Sometimes Gary does kiss him. Sometimes Gary does more than kiss him. It’s easy, familiar. Comforting. It’s a dance they’ve been practicing for four years now.

It’s still just as hard to return to his own bed afterwards as it had been four years ago.

Three months becomes six months becomes a year, and Jamie dreads going back to his own house, to the thick layer of dust that’s waiting for him there, to that quiet emptiness that he’s only just learnt to live without.

He almost catches himself thinking that he hates Liverpool.

But life has to go back to normal, that’s what everyone’s saying, so he packs up his things while Gary watches from the doorway of the spare room.

“Stay,” he says.

It’s the first time he’s asked without the excuse of the sleepy post-orgasm haze to hide behind. It’s the first time Jamie has to actually give an answer.

He shrugs, keeps his focus on the suitcase lying open in front of him. “No more lockdowns,” he says, all forced casualness. “’s not like either of us have much use for a housemate.”

“Jamie,” Gary says, taking a step into the room. “Stay.”

Jamie turns to look at him.

Gary won’t meet his eyes, is staring unblinking at a spot on the wall instead, lips pursed tightly together. His hands are clenched into fists at his sides.

Jamie really, really doesn’t want to go home.

“Maybe I can swing another week or two,” he says carefully, reaching out to brush the back of Gary’s hand.

He feels shaky fingers lace with his own, sees Gary’s eyes crinkle in a not-quite-smile. “D’you think y’could stretch it to a month?”

“Hows about a year?”

Gary breathes a heavy sigh of relief, his whole face breaking into a wide grin. “Hows about ten?”

“Fuck, Gary,” Jamie breathes, pulls him in by the front of his shirt. He kisses him firmly, then rests a hand on his cheek and says “rest of our lives, that’s me final offer.”

“You drive a hard bargain,” Gary says, and kisses him again.

Later, they’re lying in Gary’s bed and Jamie’s not even thinking about the spare room.

Gary’s got the duvet pulled up to cover his bare chest, glasses perched on his nose while he scrolls on his phone.

“You got any plans a month from Thursday?” he asks idly.

“Not had any plans in a year, lad, might take a while for the calendar to fill back up. Why?”

“Fancy gettin’ married?”

Gary’s still just looking at his phone, his tone still light, but there’s a faint blush rising in his cheeks.

“Hmm, I’m still waitin’ on a better offer,” Jamie teases, “but I reckon I can pencil you in.”

#AGAIN SORRY FOR THE LACK OF FLUFF AND SILLINESS. this DID get away from me a bit #god theyre insane. yes theyd been fwb for 4 years yes they were living together a full year no they still cant say they love each other <3 #also yeah in case it was unclear this is now Officially part of the wife-gary saga (and thank u for giving it that name I love that...)#carraville #drabbles #wife gary saga

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itjazzbicch · 1 year

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Lucky

Pairing: Vampire!Dio Brando x Fem Reader

First time writing for Dio so I hope I did well!

Summary: Nothing in particular tbh! Just wanted to write for Dio lol So this is just a drabble!

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) (Implied brat taming, blood, biting, spanking, hair pulling)

Word Count: 0.6k

"Have you learned your lesson, you little, disobedient brat?"

Everything was a blur, heavy eyes only able to see piercing red eyes looking down on me like I was pathetic, but actions showed that he was testing me, seeing how far he could push me.

"You should consider yourself lucky," Stroking some hair behind my ear as he dropped to his side, in a spoon position, meanwhile, his cock still fucking me with no mercy, he purred, tongue tracing my earlobe, "I could end you in less than a second, but instead, give you a chance to scream my name, and you still decide to be a brat?"

"D-Di-" No matter how hard I tried; it was as if the atmosphere around us had no oxygen for me to breathe in. Fist slipping over silk sheets while attempting to take a handful, needing something as my walls aching with every clench, "I-"

Not getting a chance to speak, I buried my face into the mattress and screamed, not even slightly muffled when a searing jolt shot from my ass through my entire body, able to feel the steaming outline of his handprint that his spank left behind.

Being yanked back by the hair, my moans were echoing through the darkness and seemed to never end. The vein in my neck was throbbing against my hot skin, shaking along with the form of goosebumps as his sharp fangs traced my neck, tongue traveling down that vein ever so slowly.

"Can't even say my name?" His laugh alone was proof that he was the embodiment of evil, and there I was crumbling below him, letting him use me as his human sex toy. The hand in my hair traced my scalp, pulling back to keep my neck open to him, growling, "You shouldn't get yourself in trouble if you can't take it."

"I'm sorry, Lord Dio!" I never spat out words so quickly, using the tiny breath that I managed to take in, jumping and whining at the slap on my clit, body trying to curl at the smack of his tip against my cervix.

"So, you were listening," His last snicker turned into a deep, commanding whisper that would surely have consequences if I didn't listen, "You better cum then. Now."

"Yes-s," I stammered, his hips rolling up at an imaginable speed, looking for a moment only to find the confusing sight of there being more than one of him, screaming helplessly at my uncontrollable squirting.

It was all down my thighs, back around my ass, the slaps of our skin echoing along with my moans as he didn't slow down for even a second, not sure if I heard things, but swore I heard him cuss under his breath, but suddenly opening my mouth to scream.

Nothing. Not breathing, vision and mind swirling while his fangs sank into my neck, starting to feel numbness while he took his time to drink my blood like wine, the tingling numbness only allowing me to feel blood oozing down my neck, across my breasts, and his cock that was still beating my walls.

For a moment, I was brought back to the world, feeling his fangs sink deeper, a slight hum in his throat as he drank, the pain surprisingly pleasurable, mouth still open wide and finally getting out:

"DIO-OOO!"

His name trailed off in an echo that lasted for seconds, Dio making sure that my nerves were on fire for every little moment till he was completely done, sharp nails twirling around my nipples, tracing my goosebumps, still humming as he took his last sip.

"I'll let you off easy," Listening while desperately taking in some air, everything he did from his words to his actions was the opposite of easy, trembling at the aftershocks his tongue left behind while licking up the blood left behind, laughing at me, "I won't drain you dry all at once."

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eunoiaaaivy · 1 year

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do you think mitsuya would make you a dress from a christmas tablecloth? It just seems so cute to me you know?

Oh em gee love! Hannah! This is really cute yk! Imagine like Mitsuya being so creative! Like you don't have anything to wear for Christmas and you wanted to look good and you were so worried that you couldn't buy anything because boy were things so expensive and he sees this and is like, "yk what, I'll make one for you my love!" thank you for this wonderful idea my love!!

♡︎- Christmas tablecloth!?

-send me a wishlist

-a drabble for my beloved @the-chronicles-of-a-bookworm

-cw: fluff, distressed reader, a bit of angst, mitsuya being a sweet boyfriend, not proofread and rushed because my brain will lose all the idea if I don't write. .⁠·⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠(⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠)⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠·⁠.

mitsuya x reader

a/n: oh em gee! thank you my beloved hannah for this! what a great mind you have! I hope you'll enjoy this one! it's a bit cringey and rushed and not proofread, my brain was lagging so hard, I'm really sorry. 😭

"why is it so hard to find spare, beautiful clothes!?" You whisper-shouted to your self as you were rummaging through cabinets and cabinets of clothes.

Gosh! Was it exhausting trying to think of what to wear for Christmas. It was just a few days away! And you haven't even found a single thing to wear yet! You tried on this beautiful Christmas sweater and some grey trousers but you wore this last year! And then you found this dress but it didn't even fit you. It was too small, you probably should give that to your younger sister.

After rummaging through your cabinet you gave up. Your hair was a mess, you look rather distressed. Ofcourse who wouldn't!? It was Christmas! The day where God was born! Where everyone gathers and give beautiful gifts! And you had to take beautiful selfies oh em gee!

At this point, you considered even trying to wear some of your home clothes. Everything was so expensive nowadays and you couldn't even afford clothes! You spent them on nearly half on gifts and half on expenses and you were left with non. You were sure you had spare clothes that weren't used for Christmas but you were wrong.

"gosh, this place is a mess! I should clean it up!" You shouted once again to no one in particular. As you stood up, you fixed your once disheveled hair and ran a hand across your face, you didn't know that this could've been tiring. In the end you found nothing.

You heard a chuckle and perked up to the door, seeing your boyfriend leaning on the door looking at you fondly. He had a cute lazy smile on his face and his arms were crossed around his chest.

"mitsuyaaaaa!" You squealed like a child running up to hug him which he returned back. The warmth of his body radiating on yours was heaven. It was already cold and you only wore some pajamas and a white t-shirt.

"hello love, you look beautiful today." He reminds you again and again like you haven't seen each other for years when im fact it was just hours. You giggled and went on your tiptoes to kiss him on his beautiful soft lips. You couldn't believe this man was your's. This guys who loved you whole heartedly even in your imperfections. Even in your bad days. Even if you were down. He loved you. Someone finally did, and it was the love of your life.

The kiss was sweet and slow. Like it was the wake of the sun once the moon was gone. His lips, ever so soft like mallows was on yours. What an overhigh it was.

As you guys parted he leaned his forehead on yours. The love and warmth seeping out of his body gave you so much comfort.

"what seems to be your problem here, hm?" He asked, a bit of chuckle in it as he disconnected his forehead from yours to gaze at you like love-struck highschool girl.

The distressed look went back and you went out of his hug, going back to the pile of clothes you were trying to clean back awhile ago.

"well as you can see! There is a huge mess here." You replied back to him, motioning around the mess you made while he nodded at that. He found this scene rather cute, you looked like a little child trying to figure out how to fold the laundry.

Once he didn't reply you continue.

"well, my money isn't enough and now I have nothing to wear for Christmas and I rummaged through cabinets but I found nothing which lead to this mess." You said with a small pout and went back to Mitsuya.

He just chuckled and wrapped an arm around your waist once again.

"I'll try to figure something out for you love. If that's your only problem then I could definitely solve it darling. No need to be stressed about that." He said to you, the assurance you needed that he could solve this problem like it was the back of his hand.

You just sighed and wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned your head on his shoulder, hiding in it the crook of his neck.

"thank you love, i don't know what i would do without you." You said back while you were clinging to him like a little child.

He chuckled back at your response, his chuckle vibrating throughout his body and the hold on your waist tightened, he rested his chin on top your head too, kissing it there like it was some sort of assurance.

"I don't know what I'd do without you too my love."

And as you finished the day, cleaning everything up and getting ready for bed, you slept peacefully on his chest while he waited for you to be in deep sleep.

Mitsuya slipped you out of his chest and went out of your shared room. He went to downstairs and took the clean table cloth stored away in the closet. It was clean and actually good enough to be sewn into a dress. It wasn't to rough nor too soft, it was just the right texture to be sewn.

So he went to his sewing machine and table and started doing his work quietly. He knew your measurements as if it was the back of his hand. The way he quietly worked so that you could sleep soundly and be surprised for his work tomorrow was somewhat an exciting feeling for him.

He started cutting the fabrics up to your measurements and picked the right thread for it. He added an extra layer of fabric so that the dress wouldn't be too uncomfortable to wear even though it was already good to wear.

After cutting and finding the right thread he finally threaded both of them together as if sewing was already second nature to him. The process was long and exhausting and he lost sleep but he'd do anything to see you smile.

And finally the final product was finished. He smiled to himself, imagining how you'd look with it. It was beautiful and perfect and he betted the it would look more ravishing if you wore it yourself.

So he finally hanged it and went to bed. He couldn't wait to see your reaction tomorrow.

Mitsuya, who indeed lacked sleep woke up because you were awake too. It's like his body sensed you just were awake. So he looked at you, all in that morning glory and greeted you good morning and kissed you too.

The day was starting of painfully slow with you guys still on the bed, so he suggested going downstairs.

"why don't we eat breakfast and get ready for the day?" He suggested, his tone somewhat full of excitement. You would've raised an eyebrow at this but didn't mind it anyways.

So you guys were out of bed and already preparing to go downstairs. Once you were done preparing he was now rather anxious. His excitement from last night now mixed with anxiousness. He just couldn't wait for your reaction!

So you guys just eventually did go downstairs, and ate breakfast. What you didn't know was that there was a surprise waiting for you.

Mitsuya was dragging you to the guest room and boy were you confused. Why use the guest room when you guys have a room of your own in your apartment??

And were you astonished once you saw the beautiful dress hanging on the guest rooms cabinet. The beautiful white patterns of the table cloth you once recognized were now filled with sewn on threads of snowflakes, the beautiful white patterns of the once already beautiful white cloth were now adorned with buttons and and long sleeves. The edges were trimmed with a few beautiful laces on them. A beautiful, minimalistic tie was wrapped around the waistband of the dress. It looked ravishing. It could go well with your pearl necklace.

Mitsuya just chuckled at your expression and went to wrap and arm around your waist, kissing your temple.

"Advance Merry Christmas my love, I hope you love this surprise." He whispered into the shell of your ear.

"it's great mitsuya! I love it very much! Thank you for this one babe!" You replied back to him as you kissed his cheek.

"why don't you try it out so that we could clean it again?" He suggested and he once again chuckled because you looked like a child who just received a new toy as you hurried towards the bathroom to dress up.

And when you came out, he swore he fell in love with you again. It indeed looked more ravishing when you wear it. His breath hitched as you twirled. It looked perfect on you.

"so! What do you think?" You asked him, looking fidgety.

"it looks perfect on you love. come here." He said back opening his arms around for you. Once you hugged him, he kissed the side of your temple again.

Staying up all night and having only 4 hours of sleep was really worth it. You looked perfect with the dress made of christmas tablecloth.

And as you wore it on Christmas day, everyone thought you were beautiful, especially him. Yeah it really was worth it not getting enough sleep.

#tokyo rev x you #tokyorev x reader #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev fluff #tokyorev headcanons #tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo revengers mitsuya #mitsuya hcs #mitsuya x y/n #mitsuya x you #mitsuya x reader #ivy's christmas event! 💞

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sleepingnova · 2 years

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HERES THE NEXT LITTLE PART I DID. THE PARTS WILL BE HERE SO YEAH THIS NEXT LITTLE DRABBLE IS A LIL ANGSTY AND THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING ANGSST SO EYAH BE NICE PLS

As you walked out of the club room and locked the door, you felt a disturbing presence. You tried to shrug it off and go find Kiyoko, but it would not leave you alone. It felt like someone was... following you. But you being paranoid, said screw it and started walking back to the gym. The footsteps kept coming behind you until you finally turned around.

"Whoever is following me, I have a knife. Stop and go away, please." You spoke deep into the night shadows.

The voice finally replied, " Don't worry, it's just me. I'm not going to hurt you. Sorry about that, I was trying to get your attention, but it didn't really work did it? —" He chuckled nervously, then continued, "-–Although, I do want to talk to you." The owner of the voice was none other than Sugawara himself. He stepped out into the moonlight, with a very...exhausted look on his face.

"Huh, well that was anticlimactic. Anyways, yes? Was there something you needed? As far as I'm concerned, you didn't want anything to do with me if I remember correctly." You replied, clearly getting impatient. Kiyoko had sent you a message 10 minutes before saying she was ready to leave and she didn't want to leave without you.

Before he could form anything, you spoke again, "Is this something that needs to be discussed right now? Can this wait until tomorrow or can you text me whatever it is? If not, you can talk as we walk back, it's getting a bit chilly out, and I walk fast. You might not be able to get everything out because Shimizu is waiting on me, so when we get back, I'm leaving. So, talk with haste please."

"I wanted to ask if that was really necessary to add that last bit about us. It makes me look bad. At the time, I didn't understand how hard I was making things for me and you. Now, I understand that what went down between us was my fault but is it really worth it to keep an old argument going?" He asked.

By the time he finished talking, you both were back at the gym. Seeing Kiyoko sitting on a bench, peacefully waiting, you stared in awe. You looked back at him and sighed. Then you spoke.

"I really want to slap you for what you just asked me.---" It came out louder than intended, alerting your team, as well as your partner, who looked at you with a mix of worry and confusion.

"---But because I don't want to make a scene, the boys are still here, not to mention your reputation with your team, and the fact that I've learned from my past behavior, so I now know how to respond to certain situations without getting overly angry, I will end with this. If you really understood everything, why wait this long to say something? You still haven't even apologized to me. You really hurt me that day, Sugawara. You have no idea how it feels to have someone I once considered my best friend feel so far apart from me. We've been best friends practically since birth, and our parents would be ashamed to learn that for years, this friendship was a lie. But you don't understand, you never did. Because if you did, you would have never picked her, a complete backstabbing stranger, over me, who's known you and been by your side from day one. Face it, the only reason you said that was to try and ease your guilt."

There were tears forming in your eyes, but you quickly wiped them away. You felt a hand on your shoulder, Shimizu's.

"My darling, is everything alright here? What's going on?" She asked.

You shook your head and assured her there was nothing wrong. As everyone started to walk home, you stopped and turned around.

"Oh, and Sugawara. There's nothing that hurts worse than looking back on your friendship and remembering why it ended. I may have forgiven you, but I'll never forget that day. The day I lost my best friend. The day you chose her over me." You said as you turned back around and walked home, with Kiyoko slowly following after.

His teammates left in awe, Nishinoya leaned in and whispered, "There's more to this than you've been leading on, huh Suga?"

#AHHHH #FIRST TIME WRITING ANGST HELP #hope this goes well #someone see this pls and reblog it #haikyuu sugawara #haikyuu karasuno #haikyuu kiyoko #haikyuu angst

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itwoodbeprefect · 1 year

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3, 10, 29 for ao3 wrapped?

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

i took “most proud of” to mean “favorite” at first, but there’s a different question for that one, so i’ll take it to mean, well. the one that fills me with the most warmth, which would be Coming Up Aces. it’s not necessarily in my favorites writing-wise, but oh, there is so little asexual media content out there, even in the very queer spaces of fandom, and the response to ace fic - the incredibly personal and emotional feedback it evokes almost just by existing, yeah, so, i could definitely cry over that a little if i think about it too much. it’s a fic that means something, that made someone feel a little more seen, and oof, that’s a near magical thing for a piece of fluffy fanfic to achieve. makes my heart feel very big.

also - it’s almost 15k! i’m proud of myself for managing to finish something that’s almost 15k, and considering the above also really glad that i did!

10. What work was the quickest to write?

hard to say! i don’t remember any of the things i wrote this year being something that just came rolling out in a single sitting (though i tried for that a few times to stretch the writing muscles, and then failed into months-long WIP situations), so it’s probably just one of the shorter things i’ve posted. that makes the 100-word drabble a strong contender, but something like Map to the stars could also be in the running, especially if we don’t count the time i spent falling down a wikipedia rabbit hole trying to find an actor to reference who wasn’t paul newman, robert redford or al pacino, and who also hadn’t done or said incredibly harmful things (that we know of).

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

at the moment i really like this bit, from an unposted WIP (it’s starsky POV - in this scene it’s a normal weeknight, and hutch is attempting to make dinner at starsky’s place while starsky has been on a call with his mother while watching hutch struggle with a jar of pickles, and starsky’s mother asked if he was seeing anyone so starsky is feeling some emotions over (among other things) not being able to say “yeah, he’s here with me now”):

Hutch wrangles the lid off the jar, red-faced, with a low roar of triumph that turns to immediate disgust as pickle juice spills out and drips all over his hands and the floor. Starsky rubs his eyes, only not outright laughing because he might cry if he did, and then finally drops the horn in its cradle and gets up to save the pickles from Hutch’s wrath and Hutch from himself.

i’ve definitely written more poetic things, but i just have a really vivid image of hutch in that first line, and it feels so... hutch. it’s also a solid bit of description, and it’s silly and mundane but in context also heavy with emotion, and it’s a nice illustration of the contrast between what actually is (hutch in starsky’s kitchen, starsky delighted about it, all of this feeling like the perfect happy end to him) vs. what starsky can show the world (not that), which is a huge theme in this fic. it’s a meaningless moment that’s full of meaning, and i love when that kind of thing clicks well in a fic.

ao3 wrapped! send me numbers (if you want)! ✨

#thank you for playing!! 🎉#*#ask

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villains4hire · 1 year

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I LOVE you took up Final Space as a fandom. What are your favorite characters other than Ash? Who do you like the least?

//I'll go from my favorite to most disliked and what I saw as the most prevalent characters in the series. Massive spoilers of course. Yeah I liked it as a series and while I have mixed feelings about how it progressed sometimes? It was pretty solid, but a part of me wants it to continue and the other doesn't though I think I would opt to if not only just for the fans who the series to finish.

S Tier:

Ash (Personal Ash, I will be placing where I think canon Ash belongs in terms of character tier as well) will be listed as I like what she had in S2 and her potential in S3 and personally I like her the most. I will say that she's probably one of the most poorly written characterizations though to stay consistent/have proper motivations that make sense that aren't just drama bait. I think she could've easily been one of the most beloved characters alongside Gary, the Cato Family, Nightfall etc though if she had just gotten pushed in the right directions.

Gary hands down is one of the most consistent, better characters written throughout the series, which is important as while everyone else matters equally which I really like? Gary as the protag needed to be written well so props to them. There is one moment of why they couldn't just turn off Gary's pain receptors since they've talked about doing it before when saving Quinn.

Lil Cato and Avocato are a pair I'd consider a duo for obvious reasons, they really do sell it and it's rather well-constructed.

Nightfall is a really cool character and I do have a bit of resentment she was killed in the series as she was, but mostly over the fact it was pretty much all a waste in the end for who she died to free. I wish Quinn had died instead tbr and I am not sorry.

A Tier:

Mooncake is cute and fun! But he doesn't offer much more than that and while he has a few moments in the series? He doesn't need much to help his presence be carried.

H.U.E I would've loved to see how H.U.E progressed as a person throughout more of the series. He was certainly the friend that Gary needed and I think he would've been higher if allowed to progress.

B Tier:

Sheryl Goodspeed I love this character, but she's not really characterized that much? She has a simple premise but she does feel a bit quick to have a change of heart. Really cool though and love her design.

Bolo was one of the coolest characters of the show, but he never really got to do much other than in the background. He was done so dirty at the end of it all that made Fox's and Nightfall's deaths all so more meaningless to the point I made a drabble for him after a poll I did for what he did before going insane from Invictus. So he actually did something useful like crippling the titan army.

Clarence ultimately a good character, I'm glad they had him redeem himself in the end, albeit it felt... weak in some of the messaging of the guy shooting him anyway. It kind of just shot the message apart quite literally. I feel like Ash should've at least contacted him or tried once the warp-gate was open for one final, tearful goodbye to her own horror instead of a joke goodbye. He may've survived it considering he's shown to regenerate, but we may never know.

A.V.A was funny and had her moments but she ultimately had a short-life span.

Lord Commander was a good, funny and intimidating villain but I do feel like him becoming a titan wasn't entirely needed. Along with him winning to just add the tension as ultimately I presume they were going to do stuff with him after a certain point, but his ending of just throwing him into the void and whatever characters died along the way to free Bolo felt like a pretty good visual metaphor for the writing going down the drain.

C Tier:

Ash (Canon) my god did this character's motivations, characterization just get butchered in S3. It's like none of what she did mattered, so it's why my rewrite Ash had a lot of it make it much more based on her being driven insane by Invictus, the fact her made family was going to die as I rewrote Avocado revealing since she was gone for that. She would be placed in F tier with another certain someone if it wasn't for her S2 personality and potential for S3. And it's why a lot of Sacrifice was her reclaiming 'what was lost' as I feel like my friends and myself wanted a more satisfying ending for her as part of my broader end for everyone.

Fox I love this guy but he was really only ever just 'haha-funny' and cool, but at the same time? He really didn't get to do much in the end. He was just angst bait for Ash and when we finally started to get to know him? They kill him, just like that, and his death was a waste anyway as it happened from helping Bolo who ALREADY DIES LATER.

Tribore Menendez and his son Quatronostro as I love these two but they took up way too much screen time in S3. All we needed was a few scenes maybe with Tribore and his son in like one episode. Then have him show up to reactivate the gates/come through as the McGuffin as he's shown up randomly before. It would've been fine to continue that formula as S1 and S2 he was so great when he did show up as the comedic McGuffin, but other than that didn't serve much of a purpose than to push the plot.

KVN is funny but annoying and has a few moments, but that's really all there is to say about him.

Kevin Van Newton had a wonderful end and I think it's okay for him to be in this tier. As he had a purpose and he served it.

D Tier:

Biskit is cute, funny but ultimately just unneeded and just comes off as another character to hog the spotlight from already established characters. He does serve some purpose but eh. Wasn't needed for the main crew.

F Tier:

Quinn I can't even say it's Quinn's fault of why a lot of her plans just never panned out. But a lot of what happens in s3 is because of her fault unintentionally? It's just so, it feels like they take anything good about Quinn that could've really made her cool and just fucked it up beyond any reason. It just made me wish Nightfall was there as it was like the meme of: 'Jared', then the cooler 'Jared'. She didn't leave much of an impact for me on S1 as I did enjoy her and was hoping she would grow to be an even more evolved Nightfall or her own person and maybe she would've in the future? But they really just went out of their way to screw this character's likability for me to any sense of degree. Ash would be in the same category if she wasn't so charming from s2 tbh.

Invictus ok so hear me out. His voice is just so laughable that I honestly can't take him seriously whenever he talks. He's just so bad as a villain in terms of presence to the point where I just disregard him entirely other than to push the plot forward. It's such a bad thing too honestly and really unfortunate. And I do find some of his lines almost stereotypically tropey to the point it's a crutch.

#ooc #answered #anon

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—⊱ Cuddles for a Rough Day ⊰ || Floyd Leech x Reader

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When you had gotten a sudden text from both Jade and Azul about Floyd’s current dismal mood, you weren’t exactly surprised; the eel was well-known for his sudden and rapid mood swings, after all. Though, you had no idea what exactly they expected you of all people to do. If even they of all people had trouble trying to lift Floyd’s mood as his childhood friend and brother respectively, what exactly were you, a magicless human from another world, supposed to do? Still, their texts seemed a bit urgent, and you did consider Floyd to be a good friend of yours… so you made your way over to their dorm now that (thankfully) classes were done for the day. That was how you ended up where you were, awkwardly standing outside the door of Floyd and Jade’s shared room in Octavinelle with a tray of takoyaki in your hands (gifted to you and cooked by Jade himself for you to bring to his brother).

Floyd had skipped class throughout the entire day and, apparently, hadn’t even gotten out of bed yet – not even to get something to eat. With a tentative hand, you raised it and lightly tapped your knuckles against the door, waiting for a response. You tried again and, with your second attempt, you heard shuffling from inside the room but nothing besides what sounded like him just shifting around in bed. You took a deep breath and finally asked, “Floyd? Are you alright? Jade and Azul said you seemed… a bit out of it today and asked me to come to check up on you myself.” Still nothing, so you continued talking, “I brought some takoyaki – Jade made it since it’s your favorite and you haven’t eaten today; it smells pretty good, I think. Hehe, Azul wasn’t very happy about it, though.”

Another minute or two passed by silently before, all too suddenly, the door flew open and two arms wrapped themselves around your waist, pulling you into the dark room as the tray of food fell to the ground with a loud ‘clang’ that resonated throughout the halls of the eerily quiet dorm. You couldn’t see anything, but you could feel Floyd holding onto you like a lifeline, his head pressed against your neck as he kept squeezing your body closer to his. You didn’t have time to scold him for wasting the food before his mood began affecting you, too – usually, whenever he was like this, it never lasted longer than a few hours but, for some reason, it has lasted all day.

“Do… do you want to talk about it?” Floyd didn’t say anything, but you felt him shake his head ‘no’ before picking you up like you weighed nothing and walking back to his bed, flopping down on his side with you still held tightly in his arms. You didn’t say anything more, shifting slightly to get a bit more comfortable as your stroked his hair lightly, staring aimlessly into the dark room.

As your eyes started adjusting, you turned your head slightly to look at the wall that was to your back, noticing the multiple open containers of cookies and bags of sweets on the shelf – at least you knew Floyd hadn’t been starving all day, but he needed some food with more sustenance like the takoyaki… that was probably still lying in the hallway outside of his room. Hopefully, Jade and Azul wouldn’t put the wasted food on a tab for you to pay off later or something – you didn’t have the madol for that given how much Grim ate you out of house and home.

You turned back to where Floyd was still buried in your chest, sighing as you continued to pet his head and telling him in a soft voice, “Floyd, you need something real to eat – I’m sure these snacks aren’t very filling… or healthy for that matter.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment before muttering out, his voice slightly obscured due to where his face was currently, “… ‘M not hungry. Just need my Shrimpy to stay here and cuddle with me.” Floyd punctuated his sentence by squeezing your body closer to his ever so slightly, not as tightly as his usual hugs were, though this was something you weren’t going to complain about. It’s nice when his embraces don’t make you feel as though he’s going to squeeze the living daylights out of you, but you did miss the usual vigor they had.

You sighed quietly and pushed him away from your chest gently in order to make eye contact with him, telling him, “Okay but, once you’re feeling up to it, I’ll go make you something to eat, okay? Eating that much sugar isn’t good for you, you know?”

You could see his cheeks puff out slightly in a pout before he rolled his eyes, the golden one seeming to glow in the darkness as he muttered out a “…fiiiiine” before returning to his previous position nuzzled against your chest.

“Thank you, Floyd.” You said, your voice a whisper and a soft smile gracing your features as you returned your attention to his hair. You ran your fingers through his teal locks, working out any knot with a careful hand in order to try and not cause him any pain in the process – there was nothing worse than a tangled mass of hair being ripped out of your head when you’re just trying to relax. Floyd’s hair was surprisingly soft, but you could tell from the slight grease that coated the strands that he hadn’t washed it for at least a day or two.

Time passed by and, after what seemed like hours with him just holding you close and you absentmindedly messing around with his hair, you asked him tentatively, not expecting an answer since you were 99% sure he had clonked out at some point, “Is… is there anything else I can do for you?”

Floyd’s response was immediate which surprised you greatly since you were almost positive he had been asleep, “Nah – just keep playin’ with my hair.” He pulled away from you for a moment and grabbed your hand in his, placing it against his head with a content smile on his face, his sharpened teeth not as intimidating as they were to you in the past and his eyes shining teasingly.

You rolled your eyes like he had done before, smiling as you continued your ministrations as you asked in an attempt to make sure you were giving him what he required, “…and you're absolutely sure this is what you need?”

“Yep~… Now be quiet and just let me squeeze you, Shrimpy.” Floyd sang out, pulling you into his chest as he nuzzled his chin into your hair. Well, you weren’t expecting this, but it was pretty nice. Your neck had started hurting after so long in the same position, and now you were able to use the Floyd Leech as a pillow – not many people could say that in their lifetime.

Smiling you told him, “Okay, okay – my lips are now sealed,” before closing your eyes and falling into a deep sleep wrapped up in his arms; hopefully Grim wouldn’t wonder where you disappeared off to.

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