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jazzyoranges · 7 months

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Wants and Needs

Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

Summary: Wednesday gets jealous. she pegs you for funsies

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: g!p reader, pegging, strap-on (R receiving), anal, rimming (dw you wash your ass), overstimulation, possessive Wednesday, spanish/italian pet names and phrases, implied werewolf!R, Weds calls you puppy a lot, implied breeding kink, probably ooc Wednesday

Minors DNI!!!

“Cucciola.”

“Wednesday? What happened? Are you alright?”

“Home. Need… need you now.” Wednesday stumbles into your chest, wrapping her arms around you waist

“Love, how much have you had to drink?”

“D-Doesn’t matter.” The Addams practically growls into your shoulder

“We can’t do anything while you’re intoxicated, Wednesday. C’mon, le-“ your girlfriend pulls you into a searing kiss. She tugs at the nape of your neck, forcing you to grab at her waist to steady yourself

You faintly taste bourbon on her lips as she squeezes the skin just above your pants. Wednesday’s kisses are filled with lust, and something else you can’t exactly pinpoint. When your girlfriend finally pulls away, your lips are swollen due to Wednesday not-so-casually biting them every few seconds. She pulls you into another kiss, and you can’t help but follow her lead

The loud music, the lights, the dancing people, you had no idea why Wednesday even decided to go to a college party in the first place. That said, you’re getting a horny girlfriend out of the experience, so who can really complain? Definitely not you that’s for sure

“W-Wednesday…” You mumble into her lips

“Do you know how long that vampire has been looking at you?” She whispers but somehow you can hear her over the noise You try to turn away to scan your surroundings but Wednesday takes your chin in her hand so your attention is only on her

“She doesn’t deserve your gaze, puppy. Only I am allowed to look at you with lustful eyes.”

“I only have my sights on you, Wednesday,” you kiss her cheek “I promise I’d never look at another woman like how I look at you”

“Infidelity is not something I worry about in our relationship. Perhaps I should carve out her brain so she’ll never be able to have another inappropriate thought about you…” Wednesday mutters the last sentence to herself, but you start getting worried. If both of you don’t leave instantly the night will definitely end in blood. And not the kinky kind

“How about we go home, my love? Maybe a party wasn’t the best of ideas, I apologize”

“No, no. This night has given me the opportunity for me to truly claim you as mine.”

“Alright, let go home now, darling” You sling Wednesday’s arm around your shoulder, leading her to the exit of the apartment. You don’t notice the nasty glare she gives to the vampire

It takes… a considerable amount of time for Wednesday to walk down the 2 flights of stairs considering her stumbling. You opt to carry her halfway down the first set of stairs. Luckily you didn’t park too far from the apartment

You didn’t think it took too long to get to your shared apartment, but a certain Addams definitely had different ideas when she pushed you against the door with lust in her eyes

“Bedroom, now.” Wednesday mumbles in between bites to your neck

“My love, you-“

“You asked me to be your girlfriend on October 15th, 3:24am. I am sober enough to make love to you, cara mia.” Your girlfriend continues to bite and lick your neck, slowly guiding you to your shared bedroom

Wednesday doesn’t waste any time taking off your pants and boxers, revealing your erect penis. You were far too into being dominated than you’d like to admit. Only looking away for a second to take off your shirt, Wednesday already had a black strap-on attached to her hips

Stroking the faux cock with lube, your breath hitches at the sheer length and thickness of it

…Did Wednesday always have that?

“A-Aren’t you going to prep me first?”

“Hm, I’m sure you can take it raw, mi sol.” Your girlfriend presses a kiss to a quickly forming hickey on your neck

“But I suppose I could humor you.” Before you know what’s happening, Wednesday’s tongue is in your ass, and you don’t know how to feel about it

All uncertainties leave your head when she replaces her tongue with a finger. The sensation is new to you and it sends shivers up your spine when she starts to thrust, making you let out an almost pornographic moan. Wednesday enjoys how you’re clenching around her

One finger turns into two and you’re practically in heaven. Usually you were the one that did most of the moving, but having your very hot girlfriend fuck you in a place you’d never been fucked was absolutely melting your brain

“You’re ready, cucciola.”

“W-Wednesday!” You whimper when your girlfriend lifts up your hips and makes you hook your knees around her hips. Sometimes you forget short people can be strong

“Mi sol, tan asombrosa.” Wednesday eases herself into your asshole, and you practically sing at the intrusion. She watches your eyes roll in satisfaction with the tiniest smile on her face. The Addams should’ve indulged in her fantasies much sooner

You were a mess, to say the very least. You were happy with being a service top. Pleasing Wednesday, it made you happy knowing your girlfriend felt good. But this… this was a new sensation you’d love to get used to. If this was Wednesday’s way of slutting you out it was most definitely working

Truly, the Addams wished she could feel the silicone cock being squeezed by your tight asshole. But alas, your noises and reactions were enough to calm Wednesday’s nerves about the party. Only she was able to turn you into a moaning whore. Her slow thrusts became faster, and you’re basically a bumbling whimpering mess when your hole clenches around her cock

Perhaps this was what Wednesday felt when you topped. You’ve never felt so fucking full in your life. Her dick was practically incinerating your guts in the best way possible. To make make matters worse, you felt a familiar feeling bubble up in your lower stomach when Wednesday started to stroke your drooling cock while fucking your ass with even more fervor

The next words Wednesday utters make tears prick at your eyes

“Hold it, puppy.”

“Wednesday, please…” You whine with no avail

“Hold it.” Your girlfriend roughly slaps your ass, leaving a red mark. When you moan she does it again. And again. And again until you’re on the edge of crying. From the pleasure? From the pain? You can’t really tell over the stench of sex wafting around your shared room

Thankfully your girlfriend isn’t fully evil like she thinks

“Cum for me, cara mia.”

Doing as she says, long ropes of cum release from your hardened cock. You’ve never cum so much in your life, and you don’t want to admit that you’re a little disappointed it’s being put to waste on your stomach instead of in your beautiful girlfriend

Wednesday notices this, deciding to lap up the copious amounts of cum off your stomach. After the mind-blowing orgasm you just had, all you wanted to do was return the favor. You try to get up but unfortunately Wednesday pushes you down

“This is about you, mi sol.” The Addams sighs at the salty taste of your cum. When she’s finished, you wipe the excess off her chin and take a taste for yourself

“Thank you, Wednesday.” You bring your girlfriend closer to you, cuddling into her naked chest while pulling the blankets over your shoulders

“Qualsiasi cosa per te, tesoro mio.” Wednesday leaves a kiss on your forehead as you drift off to sleep

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cucciola - puppy

mi sol, tan asombrosa - my sun, so amazing

cara mia - my darling

qualsiasi cosa per te, tesoro mio - anything for you, my darling

(all google translated, pls cut me some slack lol)

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday #wednesday addams #x reader

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honey-milk-depresso · 3 years

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Playing Genshin (TWST Octatrio)

HI IM PROCRASINATING ON XIAO’S PART 3 MUTE FATUI SO LETS DO TWST WONDERLAND INSTEAD CUZ IM INSPIRED *chokes* please don’t kill me-

Jade Leech

This smug heathen

He is smug as hell-

Honestly I cannot understand myself-

Why I think his gacha pull luck is insane-

He pulls three 5 STARS ON THE FIRST PULL

W T F

“Oya oya? I gotten Zhongli, Diluc and...oh! Perfect! A C5 Qiqi! Hmhm~”

Stop flexing-

We get it-

U so lucky

H M P H

Ok but seriously though-

his team set up is L E G E N D A R Y

It’s made up of the best 5 stars (and one 4 star) you could think of.

He uses Hu Tao as his Main DPS, Zhongli as his support, Qiqi as his healer and Xingqiu as his sub dps.

I want to believe that Xingqiu was his first ever 4 star that led him to become oh so frickin lucky at every other pull-

And he got attached to him, so-

A N Y W A Y S

Co op with him on a date to defeat a Pyro Regisvine while he sits with you on a couch with his head on top of yours,

he slings his arms in front of you and holds his phone, while looking at yours.

He thinks it’s so funny when you pout and complain or just straight up feral rage quit when you lose it about how stupid the pyro regisvines are.

This is now his favorite thing to do after a long day of chasing idiots down work.

Just relaxing and playing Genshin with his s/o.

So wholesome.

Floyd Leech

He frickin loves this game.

He loves everything about it.

And he wants you to play!

If you already have the app, then he’ll ask you to co op with him!

If you don’t, he’ll ask you to install, and he’ll go into your world to co op with you!

Either way you still play with him-

And I like to think his first 5 star was Klee,

because she’s a cute child that destroys everything

Super fun and chaotic!

And he also uses her as his main dps like Jade does,

just that it doesn’t matter who is good for what role.

So long he likes the character, he puts em on his team

Cmon now Floyd bby

Like-

C’ m o n-

Klee is his main dps, Venti is his support (he took his time to grind up primos for this, if he didn’t get Venti, he would rage quit during Venti’s banner-) (he also like Venti cuz he makes him laugh all the time-), Xiangling as his sub dps (Xiangling cooks, she’s cute, but not as cute as you obviously, and he totally gets her weird nature-) and he uses Xinyan as his other support.

No healer

*inhales* FLOYD-

I STAN XINYAN AND HER COOL GUITAR BUT COME ON

3 PYROS GKGJGTUYG-

Ok but he stills manages to be pretty good and survive well in the game.

He have you lie on your stomach, while he’s beside you lying on his back on his bed just playing Genshin for hours.

Bonus he brings in the s n a c k s

Super fun playing with him and he doesn’t really get all rage quit mode when you’re beside him.

cuz he’s more happy playing when you’re around <3

Azul Ashengrotto

Sorry man

Ironically and unironically has the worse luck amongst the three.

4 stars EVERYTIME-

GKJGBGVJ

Watch him go into a rage quit in his office chair so fcking abruptly.

“FCKING- I DON’T EVEN USE NOELLE-”

Ok but we love wholesome Noelle-

He does too, but-

he just salty

He wants Jade’s luck-

his first 5 star was Zhongli-

And the only 5 star he’ll ever get

He tried getting Xiao but only got a shit ton of Beidous and Noelles.

He tried getting Hu Tao but got a shit ton on Xingqius and Chongyuns

He has to REALLY put thought into his team set up.

Benette is his only healer, he got no other healer character which sucks-

Couldn’t even get Jean our boy is sad-

Zhongli is his support, the only thing he’s proud of, Yanfei as his main dps because he likes Yanfei and Xingqiu and literally just completed his constellation for the number of godamn times he gets him.

Sticks with this team, sometimes he uses the actual main team: Traveller (Anemo), Kaeya, Lisa and Amber for the fun of it.

24 hour grind is real my dude-

When he wants to have genshin dates with you, co op with him, expect to see him ask you to roll for him when his desired banner comes out-

He saved up a shit ton of primogems-

he. will. get. the . 5. star. exclusive.

Co op with him to raid Geovishap, Oceanid, Stormterror and Childe to hear this man rage quit on his bed with you probably laughing your ass off.

“FCKING CHILDE, DAMNIT I SHOULD’VE PUT FISCHL FOR THIS-”

ok but jk he thinks Childe is cool-

And he really likes Liyue

Aesthetic and “pay your taxes”

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sloppykyuu · 4 years

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Look if I'm getting too much u need to tell me cos I wont stop sending in shit

So Issei finally gets a gf and if super obsessed with her (not in a creepy or unhealthy way just really fucking in love and happy that someone has feelings for him) so he tries his hardest to always make her happy and one day he hears her and her friends talk about their boyfriends and all their friends talk about how good their boyfriends are in bed and Isseis gf doesnt say much cos she wants to keep things like that privat (that's a lie she just doesnt want to destroy everyone else's self esteem cos nobody can compare to him at all) and Issei makes it his mission to fuck her in every position possible the entire weekend and he does and basically his gf cant go to school for a week cos legs dont function and she let's her friends now why she isnt at school and they r frustrated that their boyfriends never fucked them this well before (◍•ᴗ•)

P.s. dont be shy u can write the sex scenes as detailed as u want

Ah yes ☺️ i love ur request never stop sending them.

There was no question that the moment Issei met you he had fallen for you. The day he made you his girlfriend just proved it further.

He was arguably the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for. He gave you his food if you ever forgot it, handing you his sweatshirts whenever the slightest of breezes would pass, and overall just spoiling you.

He was no different in bed as rough as he was, he always reminded you that you took him so well, that you were so perfect, and no one ever compared to your tiny, clenching cunt (or you just you in general).

He knew he wanted to keep you forever and made sure that would happen. He thought that he pleased you in ever sense of the word, so it was surprise when he overheard your friends talking about their sex life and not hearing a peep from you.

“He’s that good?”

“You have no idea,” you watched as your friend practically moaned at the thought of her boyfriend. “He’s pretty big too.”

You decided to stay silent as your friends boasted about the rounds of steamy sex they had last night. It’s not like you didn’t have anything to add in, you just didn’t think they should really know about your sex life. And maybe the fact that if you had flexed about how your boyfriend made you cum multiple times almost every night, you’d probably end up crushing their egos.

It hurt Issei just a little bit that you didn’t butt in to let those girls know that he fucked you stupid everytime. At least, he thought he did. Were you faking for him? No, there was no way. You were begging for him last night. Begging him to fill you to the brim with his seed, begging for him to slow down, that your poor abused cunt couldn’t take anymore.

“Y/n?” You looked up from your food. “You’ve been rather quiet. Why’s that?”

You shrug at her. “Nothing to add, that’s all.”

She squints her eyes at your skeptically. “So he’s not good in bed, huh?”

You eyes widen at that,”what? When’d I say that?”

“You didn’t have to, your silence says everything.”

“It says nothing! I never said he was bad!” You exclaimed in disbelief.

“You never said he was good, though.” Your other friend jumps in.

The look you give them makes their hands shoot up. “No need to get defensive. Some guys aren’t good at sex and that’s okay. It’s not your fault Y/n. Plus, you love him and thats what matters most.”

“You two are ridiculous.” You scoff and shake your head at the two girls in front of you.

You hadn’t even said anything, where’d they get the idea Issei wasn’t good?!

Before the girls could continue, Issei rounds the corner.

“Hey babe,” you jump at the sound of his voice and quickly get up from your seat.

“Issei!” You make your way to him and wrap your arms around his waist. He quickly returns the hug.

“Ready to go?” You nod and move to gather up your things.

The pitiful look they shoot you when Issei wraps his arm around your shoulder is met with an unamused glare before you two walked away.

The walk home was silent. Fortunately not uncomfortable.

He didn’t like how you hadn’t said anything to confirm that he was good. He supposes it shouldn’t upset him too bad, you hadn’t said he was bad. He planned to prove your friends wrong. To make sure your creaming pussy and begs for more weren’t part of his imagination.

The moment the door closed behind you Issei had you pressed against it, a thigh between your legs, and tongue down your throat. His arm rests beside your head, his other hand squeezes your hip.

He pulls away to kiss down your neck. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Can’t I just love on my girl?” He continues his assault on your neck bringing his hand down from beside your head to your waist. A moan leaves your lips and you rut your hips on his thigh when he sucks on a tender spot on your neck

His hand moves to rest on your thigh before slipping up it to your clothed heat. He rubs at the wetness that seeps through your panties before pushing them to the side and rubbing at your clit.

Soft moans fill his ears as he slips his fingers down to your wet hole. Gathering it up on his fingers, spreading it around and pushing two fingers deep into you.

Squeals of pleasure filled the room as he massaged your sensitive little spot. He felt you tighten and grind your hips down on his hand, groaning at your desperation.

“You want my cock so bad, don’t you baby?” You nodded eagerly at his words. “Course you do, so desperate for my big cock.”

You threw your head back against the door, mouth wide open as he continued to thrust his fingers deep inside you.

“Fu-fuck, it feels so fucking good~” you whined. Your fingers dug into the material stretched across his shoulder. He chuckles at you before pulling his fingers out, hearing you whine at the loss.

He pulls away from you and grabs your hand, tugging you to the bedroom. When you reach the room he quickly wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you.

His hands slip from your waist to the small of your back before slipping down to your ass and squeezing rather roughly. A gasp parts your lips which lets him stick his tongue back down your throat, all while he hands move from your ass to the back of your thighs, tugging gently to signal he wanted to pick you up.

You jump and wrap your legs around his slim waist, keeping your tongues entwined. He walks you two until his legs hits the bed and tosses you on it.

“Take your shirt off,” Issei commands you. He watches with hooded eyes and unbuttons his shirt while you do yours. Eyes glued to your covered chest the moment your skin is exposed.

You scoot up on the bed for him to crawl over you after throwing the blouse somewhere in the room. Where it went wasn’t really corcerning at this moment. Only the primal look in Issei’s eyes. His gaze soaking up your full breasts popping out of your bra. “Such a pretty little thing you are,” he smirks at your doe eyes looking up at him.

He grips one of your tits in his large hand, gently squeezing it. He pressed his lips to yours again. He pulls the bra down to punch your nipple with thumb and forefinger.

A soft gasp leaving your lips as he pulls mouth away to lap at your nipple. One hand kneads at your other breast while the other travels to your hips to unzip your skirt. He pushes the material down your legs and tosses it.

He pulls away from you unbuckle his own slacks. Gaze on you as you remove your bra and panties. Slinging your panties at him, giggling as he catches them with ease.

“You testing me, right now?” He smirks down at you. “Asking me put these on, princess?”

“Issei! Shut up!” You laugh at him before deciding to tease him and spreading your legs for him. “Please, ‘sei. Need you so bad,” you whine as you slip your fingers down to your clit, rubbing gently.

He lets out a deep breath and tugs his underwear down his legs, stepping out of them and crawling back over you.

He slaps your hand away from your pussy and grabs both of your hands pinning them above your head.

“You really think you make yourself feel better than I can?” He scoffs.

“N-no.”

“That’s what I thought. I make you feel good don’t I, baby?” He smiles down at you, running a thumb across your cheek.

“So good, ‘sei. Please fuck me,” his smiles grows wider as he leans down to press a kiss to your lips.

He lets go of your wrists before straight back up, and gripping his aching cock in his hand. “Gonna fuck you so good, angel.” He says, tapping the thick head of his cock on your hard clit. Watching your tiny hole clench at the stimulation.

He lines it up to your hole, head catching your slick lips. “Put it in daddy please,”

With no hesitation he begins pushing his large length into your tiny, snug cunt.

Throwing his head back and groaning as you clench tightly around him. “Fuck- baby. Your pussy is so tiny. Dunno if you can even take all of me.”

You nod desperately, “I-I can. I can do it. Please,”

“If you say so, don’t expect me to stop then. Got it?” He bites his lip watching you nod eagerly, eyes wide and glossy.

You thought that by now you’d be used to the wide stretch every time he pushed his cock inside of you, but you weren’t. It burned and it hurt but it felt so good. To have something so long and thick filling you to the brim. Stretching you beyond your limit every time he fucked you.

When he bottomed out, thick, heavy balls touched your ass and tip kissing your cervix, you nearly passed out. His dick so thick it rested and throbbed on your g-spot, causing you to cum around him while he pushed in.

“Did you just cum?” He huffs an amused laugh. Your cheeks flush a deep red and rest your arm on your eyes to cover your face. “Aww, baby, no need to be embarrassed.”

He ruts his hips into you when you don’t respond to him. Your arm falls off your face as your head tips back.

He pulls his hips back, tip catching your lips before slamming right back in. You both moan out.

Issei grabs the back of your knees to push them against your chest, allowing him to fuck you deeper.

“Ohh~” you moan out. Your hands grip at your own thighs. “Harder, please.”

He smiles at you before hammering his Cock into you. Your eyes roll back into your head as he pounds your cervix over and over again. Successfully leaving you brainless.

Your head lolls to the side and your tongue peels out of your mouth spilling drool down the side of your face. He keeps his gaze trained on the far away look in your eyes. Listens to the whimpers and moans that leave your lips as pounds into your spasming cunt.

“Squeezing me, baby, you gonna cum again?”

“Uhhhh uh huh,” he chuckles at your inability to answer.

“Aw,” he faux frowns, “did I fuck you stupid, baby girl? Huh, did I fuck your little brain out?”

You don’t respond to him. Too busy focusing on the quickly approaching orgasm. You arch your back high off the bed in turn causing him to fuck you at a new angle, even deeper and more pleasurable than the last. One last thrust has you cumming around him again.

Creaming thickly on his cock. The sight makes his cock throb. Your stretched pussy, accommodating his girth, and the translucent white that coats his cock as his continues to fuck you through your second orgasm.

He pulls out when you calm down, whining because you thought it was over, but you’re quickly shut up when turns you around. Propping your hips up, so your ass was in the air and your face shoved in the pillows.

He quickly pushes his length inside you. Returning back to his previous pace. He could taste how close he was. His balls twitching as they slapped against you. He leans over pressing kisses to your shoulders and cheeks, arms leaning on either side of your head.

Soft gasps leave you with each slam of his hips. The small pool of puddle of drool that seeps into the sheets makes him chuckle gently. He knows he fucked you silly, fucked you so silly you can’t even be concered about something you’d usually find so gross.

He knew you were going to cum again soon, hopefully with him, because your walls clamped impossibly tight around him. So sensitive from your previous two orgasms he knew you’d be coming in no time anyway.

A few more deep, hard thrusts later he had you gushing around him. Clear liquid splashing on his balls had him pushing deep inside you releasing his thick load inside your abused womb. Filling you up wholy. Cum seeped out around his dick, spilling out when pulls himself from your sore cunt.

He rolls you on your back and presses soft kisses all across your face. “Such a good girl.” He hums softly. “Love you so much, baby.”

He hears your content sigh and relaxes when he notices you coming back down to reality. “Hi, baby.” He smiles at the cute grin on your lips, cheeks rosy and stained tears on your cheeks.

“Hi bubba.” You sigh. He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before running off to the bathroom to get a damp rag to clean you up.

Chuckling at the quiet squeal that leaves your lips at the cold feeling. “Feeling okay? Wasn’t too rough, was I?”

You shake your head at him. “I’m okay. But I do wanna know where all this came from.” You question as he takes in his arms, resting your head on his chest.

“Just wanted to let you know how good I make you feel,” he shrugs, a hint of smugness in his voice.

“I hate you.” You laugh at his words.

“Sure you do, baby. Sure you do.” He hugs you tighter to his chest.

He knew there was no question that he fucked his girl the best. Maybe he’d bring up what he’d heard, or really lack thereof, or maybe he wouldn’t. But one thing was sure, no one could fuck you better than him.

A/n: I DID IT!!! I finally finished this request. I need to get back into the dirty mindset lol but I hope you liked this cuz this concept was fucking sick. And I’m feeling better (for now lmao I think I’m alright 😳)

Request are back tf open!

#matsukawa smut #matsukawa issei x reader #matsukawa issei #matsukawa x reader #pea answers stuff #pea loves mattsun #(◍•ᴗ•) anon

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mysterytickingegos · 3 years

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Ouija Board

Pairing: Ghost!Blank x Reader (Ambiguous)

Genre: Paranormal

Word Count: 1,512

Summary: Sequel to Blank’s Winter Ficlet. After months of Blank poking at your sanity out of boredom, you bring your friends home to get their help, and someone brings a Ouija board into the mix. The day ends with you being left with more questions than answers. (There will probably be another part to this later.)

Anonymous Request: 1. Blankgameplays 2. she/her 3. Platonic/ambiguous 4. Fluff (meet cute, like Blanky Boi is 'haunting' {would you call it haunting? is he even a ghost?} reader's house) Prompt: 63 - Reader: “I don’t believe in ghosts.” Blank: *about to ruin this mans whole career* Please and thank you with extra sprinkles on top ♥ ☆ﾟ.*♥･｡ﾟ♥

Authors Note: First off, to get it out of the way, I was originally using a gif from the tumblr search option, and I removed it when asked. Even though I’ve done so, I can’t remove the reply because they blocked me before I even saw the notification. The gif you should be seeing (if it matches the image description) is one I made myself. Now, onto the important stuff- Oh my god, it is about time I got this done! I’m so sorry it took this long for me to get to it! If it helps in any way I finished this fic with idea’s on continuing it later so...you’ll probably be getting more out of your request than most!

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[Image Description: A gif of Ethan (Crankgameplays) edited to be spooky with multicolored layers. He leans towards the camera and speaks ominously.]

You’d started out with nerves of steel.

Ghosts weren’t real. You knew that.

It’s an old house, and you have an overactive imagination. That’s what you told yourself, over and over again, even once it stopped making sense. But there’s only so many times you can catch things moving on their own, or you could hear that distant voice, before you started to get a little tense. So when you finally hit your limit, you turned to your friends, bringing them to the house in the hopes that they could confirm what you’d been seeing. Or not.

“Okay, before we go in, here’s the plan. We don’t talk about it.” You started, keeping Vi and Eric on the stairs. “Because I think if it knows that I told you about it, it won’t do anything. Like, try to make me look crazy.”

“You do look a little crazy right now.” Violet quipped, nudging you further up the stairs. “Come on, we get it. Act normal, pay attention, let’s get ghost hunting.”

“Ugh, please don’t call it that.” You unlocked the front door, stepping in with your friends following right behind you.

You tossed your keys onto the counter, and the sudden noise was all it took to make Eric yelp. You and Violet both turned to look at him, seeing him cover his face with his hand. “Sorry...”

You sighed, already close to giving up on this plan. You were pretty sure the so-called ghost didn’t even have to do anything. Eric was so nervous and Violet was so excited about this whole thing that they’d probably make up their own ghost story by the time you finished painting the office.

But you trudged forward, bringing them upstairs and getting to work.

You dug your speaker out of the closet, putting some decent music on and leaving it in the corner of the room. Eric pried the paint can open and Violet started lining the room with painting tape. For the first time in a long time, you were all stuck in an uncomfortable silence. waiting for something to happen.

But the day went off without a hitch. It was late in the evening when you finished painting the walls and your friends got ready to leave. “You know, if this was your way of trying to get free labor out of us, fair play to you.” Vi joked, slinging her bag over her shoulders at the door. “But honestly, I’m kind of bummed.”

You shook your head. “I swear I wasn’t, guys. I’m sorry. God, I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

Eric came up behind you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Hey it’s alright, you can- well I mean if you want you can stay with us for-”

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by a small thud and a clattering sound coming from the room right above you, the office. All three of you looked up at the ceiling, then at each other, before making a quick pace back upstairs. You flicked the light back on to see that the half-empty bucket of paint you’d left was now on it’s side, and the color of the floor now matched the walls.

“...Dude, this thing is an asshole.” Vi said bluntly, earning a quiet plea from Eric not to make it mad.

“I knew it! I told you! There’s no way this shit just happens, right?” Despite the fact your floor was ruined, you couldn’t help but get excited. “I mean it’s ridiculous but this happens all the time.”

“Okay, this is going to get even cooler, beeecause...” Vi grinned, pulling her bag back around and digging through it until she found what she was looking for, something wrapped in a beige cloth. “Guess what I brought.”

You watched her unwrap what turned out to be a planchette, which had been wrapped in what turned out to be a cloth Ouija board. Eric coughed nervously, taking a small step back towards the stairs, “I actually uh..I can’t stay, I sort of have a-a doctors appointment! Yeah, that. That’s what I have to get to.”

“It’s seven at night.”

“Yeah, um...it’s therapy. You know, they stay open late and...yeah.” And with that Eric excused himself from any further ‘ghost hunting,’ fleeing out the front door. Before you could also object to the idea of talking to the ghost, Vi grabbed your hand and pulled you along to the living room.

“Do you have any candles?” She asked, kneeling down on the floor and spreading out the Ouija board.

“I have a couple scented candles we could light, I guess...” You shrugged and went around collecting them. You started to say something more but stopped to rethink it. This was ridiculous. Lighting candles for a ouijia board? Acknowledging any of this ghost nonsense felt silly enough to you, just a couple months ago stuff like this was all a big joke to you. But what other explanation could there be for everything you had experienced? Maybe you should have done a bit more research, set up a camera or-

“Y/n?” Vi called out from the floor, pulling you out of your thoughts.

Swallowing your pride, you brought the candles and a matchbox over and kneeled across from her. “So since when are you interested in all this, anyway?”

“What, ghosts and stuff?” She stayed quiet for a moment as she helped you set the candles up on either side of the two of you. “I dunno, I guess I’m just starting to notice that maybe...things aren’t as they seem. Kind of like you. But I actually find it fun. So, are you ready to do this?”

You nodded. “I guess so...” Placing your fingers on the planchette, you took a deep breathe before you started. “Hello?”

“Hello? That’s all you’ve got?”

“Shush.”

“I’m just saying, maybe-” “It’s my house that’s haunted so-”

HELLO

You both fell silent again, glancing up at each other. She looked like she might explode from excitement and you had to fight the urge to roll your eyes. Then, you kept going. “My name is Y/n, this is my friend Violet.”

I K N O W

“What’s your name?”

The planchette began to move again, but this time rather than settle on any letters or even move towards ‘No,’ it moved to a blank patch of the cloth.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you waited for any movement, but it didn’t come. “Do you have a name?”

D O N O T R E M E M B E R

‘Oh.’ You felt a pang in your heart at that.

Vi pouted a little, her head tilting to the side. She was the next to ask something. “What are you?”

G H O S T

“Alright-”

M A Y B E

“...Maybe?”

D O N O T R E M E M B E R

Chills ran down your spine. That was not a comforting thought. “Is there anything else in the house with us?”

“You’ve really been scaring my friend, you know.” Vi said, looking cautiously around the room as she spoke.

I K N O W

It took everything you had to keep your shaking hands on the planchette. “Do you want me to leave?”

Nothing happened. You waited, your heart pounding out of your chest. The sun had officially set, making the house pitch black aside from your little pocket of candlelight. You could almost make out a shadow over the board, it’s source seemingly coming from behind you. You didn’t dare mention it. “Do you want to be alone here again? Because I’d understand that.”

Even more dead silence.

Violet let out a sharp sigh, taking one hand off the planchette, despite your objection, to rub her temple. “Are you still there?”

YES

“I just want to understand why you’re doing this.” You said, much quieter than you meant.

S O R R Y

“You’re sorry?”

S T A Y

“But...what?”

You and Violet sat there for another thirty minutes, asking questions and waiting for answers that never came. The spirit was apparently done talking. “Alright, well...” Violet stood up, putting her bag back on.

“What? Wait, I don’t get any of this. What do I do?” You began to panic, not entirely sure if you should be leaving the board yet.

“You can have the board, keep trying tomorrow, I don’t know. Look-” Her tone was coming off uncharacteristically harsh now, as she avoided your eyes. “My head is splitting, think it’s all the candle fumes. I’m gonna breeze off, good luck though.”

You squinted at the door when it hit you what she said. "Breeze off?” Shaking it off, you turned your attention back to your unusual roommate. “Okay, I’m going to call it a night I guess. I have paint to clean up so,” You moved the planchette to ‘Goodbye,’ taking your hands off and being seconds away from blowing out the candles when it moved all on it’s own.

G O O D N I G H T

#blankgameplays x reader #blankgameplays fanfiction #blankgameplays x you #I wrote this in a burst in one day and if there are typos they are hiding from me

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keelywolfe · 3 years

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FIC: Snowdrifts ch.5 (spicyhoney)

Summary: Sorry so quiet, it's been a rough week. Not as rough as Edge's first day into parenthood, he's ready for some time off...isn't he?

Tags: Spicyhoney, Violence, Rescued Child, Medical Experimentation, Babybones, First Time Parenthood, Idiots to Lovers

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For a first day, all Edge had to say about it was that it could have gone worse.

He’d spent most of his day with Snow bound to him like squirmy little wormy, but there was no arguing that it worked. With a bit of experimenting, he found that he could have her facing outward while still being tied securely against him. She’d like that quite a bit and the only downside was having her tiny hands trying to assist in any of his tasks at hand. He could only hope Blue didn’t notice that the towels in the bathroom cupboard were folded somewhat…uniquely.

Not that there was any time for that when Blue came home from sentry duty. He’d barely taken off his boots and jacket before swarming over to steal Snow away. Edge wasn’t even entirely sure how Blue slipped her so neatly out of her sling, unless Stretch wasn’t the only family member who could bends the laws of physics.

“Aww, there’s a little wishbone!” Blue cooed. He swung her around as if he were about to make that nickname a truth. Edge only bit his tongue and said nothing. Snow was by no means hurt and Blue was already settling her on his hip as he bounced her gently.

Snow was somewhat doubtful over her new mode of conveyance. She looked at Edge, who tried to smile encouragingly. He was afraid that it was not one of his best efforts, but then, she was a baby, perhaps she didn’t yet know the difference between a smile and a grimace.

“I bet you’ve been cooped up all day, Edge,” Blue said happily, “Why don’t you go out and get some fresh air and I’ll look after our little Snow Monster?”

A little fresh air did sound nice. He was more accustomed to spending most his day outdoors, walking his traplines, not trapped behind four walls.

Still, Edge hesitated. “Well. I suppose I could go out for an hour.”

“That’s the spirit!” Blue said. He plopped down on the sofa, Snow in his lap. “Go out, meet some people! I, Master Babysitter Sans, will watch Snow for you!”

Well, meeting people was out of the question, Edge wasn’t about to enroll in a popularity contest on his first day, but there was at least one thing he wanted to do. “There are some bottles pre-made in the refrigerator. She likes it if you hold her outward so she can see. If she—"

“Edge,” Blue interrupted with gentle patience. “I’ve got this.”

“All right,” Edge still didn’t move. It was only when Snow began to tentatively explore Blue’s face with her little hands that he retrieved his boots. By the time he had them buckled, Snow was trying with some enthusiasm to poke her little fists into Blue’s wide eye sockets, something he was laughingly avoiding. It was ridiculous to linger any longer and Edge only took a last chance to say before he went out the front door, “I’ll be back soon.”

The moment the door closed behind him, he could hear a muffled wail coming right through it. He hunched down and struggled against the urge to go right back inside.

Stretch and his brother were right, he shouldn’t be the only one to care for her. Blue would simply have to learn the same way he was, the hard way. He wouldn’t be gone long, and she was perfectly safe, warm and dry, well-fed and well-cuddled.

So, despite his soul threatening to crack right in half listening to those bereft wails, Edge forced himself to turn away, boots crunching in the snow as he walked out of earshot.

It took him a moment to orient himself to the backwards layout of Underswap, but once he did, Edge headed off in the direction of the librarby. Despite his brother’s scoffing, a book on childrearing would surely turn out to be useful. Red certainly hadn’t been bitching about the worthlessness of booklearning when Edge found one full of recipes back in Underfell and began using it instead of relying on Undyne’s vigorous but dubious technique.

Once he was there, though, he stood in wonderment, briefly forgetting what brought him here in the first place. In Underfell, there was a librarby, well, a lib-arby, one of the ‘r’ had been stolen years ago, and why couldn’t those fools have taken the extra ‘b’ instead?. What few books were in it tended to have pages torn loose and trying to glean any information from them was something like scooping up water with a sieve. Most of the books Edge had—

(had, books he’d had, those treasured few books lost to him and never mind that he could recite them all by heart, they were forever gone, probably destroyed)

--were scavenged from the dump, days spent carefully drying them out. Perhaps if Red saw this librarby he’d be less doubtful of its usefulness because its shelves were burgeoning with volumes, every shelf filled and more stacked on the tables and front desk, so many books, and he itched to get his claws on every one of them, some underused literacy fragment of his soul woke and cried out for something to read.

Edge quashed it ruthlessly. He was here for books on childcare, not any of the ridiculous (wonderful) science fiction stories he’d sometimes found.

There were other Monsters sitting in twos and threes around the room, but aside from a curious glance or two, none seemed concerned about his presence. Edge lifted his chin and walked to the shelves as if he belonged here and began to peruse the selection. A little searching found him not one, but two books, one for new parents and another for the toddler years. He took them both, better to be prepared, and as he turned from the shelf, another book caught his eye.

A slender book titled ‘Pattycake with Pokey Puppy’. Obviously a child’s book and looking at the brightly painted cover suffused him with a sudden wave of nostalgia, a memory of curling up with his brother beneath a threadbare blanket in one of the back-alleys in New Home. The aching cold and constant gnawing hunger faded as he listened to Red softly read to him about Fluffy Bunny from a tattered old book, the front cover torn and filthy but so much like the one on the shelf.

Snow was entirely too young to appreciate being read a story. He already had two books, an entire townful of people needed to use this librarby, and it was a town he didn’t even truly belong in. He shouldn’t be greedy, he shouldn’t, and guilt was tight in his throat as he snatched that book up and added it to the other two, carrying all of them up to the front desk.

If the Bird working at the counter was appalled at his selfishness, they gave no sign of it. By all rights, they should have been looking at him in fear and given him the books in the hopes he would leave quickly. Edge knew very well the reactions that his appearance could cause, cultivated it in Underfell, and never let the way other Monsters cringed away bother him. If they were afraid of him, they would obey him, and their lives were more important than any petty wish to be admired.

Dressed as he was in one of Stretch’s rumpled sweatshirts, complete with formula stains and crushed up bits of cereal ground into the front, it seemed his threat level had decreased all the way down to acceptable Underswap levels. The Bird only smiled and stamped his books before handing them back over. He supposed the books themselves were also partly to blame for her lack of concern over having him in their quiet little librarby. Anyone checking out ‘Toddler Years: Surviving with your Sanity’ and ‘The Big Book About Little Monsters’ probably wasn’t going to go into a dust-crazed frenzy.

Books in hand, Edge started back to the Swap brothers’ house and he only took two steps in the wrong direction before he sighed and turned around. He’d get the hang of this Snowdin soon enough, at least no one was around to see him stop in his tracks and head back the other way—

“Sir!”

Edge paused warily, turning in the direction of that voice even as he struggled not to ready an attack, just in case. It was easier to dismiss the urge when he saw a young Bun dressed in bright purple stripes running towards him, carrying a large paper sack.

“Sir!” she panted as she skidded to a stop, kicking up slush and snow. “You’re Papyrus’s friend, aren’t you?”

It took him a moment to realize she was speaking of Stretch. “Yes?” he agreed cautiously. If this were about some sort of debt or prank—

The child only beamed happily and thrust the bag towards him. “My mama found some more baby stuff for you! Said for you to take whatever you need and give back anything you don’t!”

“I…” Edge reached out automatically before he caught himself, hesitating. “I’m afraid I don’t have any G.”

His confusion transferred to the child, “G? Oh, no, mama doesn’t want G! Our baby is walking and talking now, he don’t need it anymore!”

She thrust the bag into his arms and Edge took it, briefly too overwhelmed to speak. The people of this Snowdin had already been so generous, for them to offer even more was bewildering him past the point of gratitude. It reminded him of Blue who’d so often pressed them to take leftovers after dinner, bullying and cajoling until Edge found himself in his own universe with a bag in hand, so similar to the bag he held now. He didn’t understand it then and didn’t now, didn’t even know how to explain to them that it wasn’t supposed to be this way, not in his experience, not in his world.

But this wasn’t his world, was it.

The child was still standing in front of him, her hands clasped behind her back as she bounced on her toes. “Can I come see the baby sometime?” she asked hopefully. “Papyrus said she’s really cute!”

“She is.” Edge managed, trying to recover enough from his confusion to at least keep from acting like an ungrateful fool. He pulled out his phone and held it out for the child to see the background picture of Snow and her attempts to eat noodles. Even with the cracked screen, she was obviously as adorable as advertised and from the way the child cooed happily, she very much agreed.

“Aww, she’s so cute! I can’t wait to meet her!” A faint voice cut through the stillness, a name being called from one of the nearby homes, and the child looked in that direction briefly before turning back to Edge. “You should ask Papyrus to fix your phone, he’s real good at that stuff. I gotta go. Bye!”

He kept a close watch on the child to make sure she made it back to her home all right before turning back to his own path, bag in one hand and books in the other. Their house was soon in sight and Edge was half-afraid he’d still hear wails coming through the door.

But there was only the silently twinkling Gyftmas lights and Edge stifled his near-disappointment and headed inside.

Blue and Snow were on the sofa where she was currently squealing happily as she bounced on Blue’s knee and truly, Edge should be above his brief surge of triumph when he noted that Blue seemed more than a trifle weary. There was an empty bowl and a mostly empty bottle on the side table, proof that Snow’s appetite hadn’t diminished in the slightest. Blue’s scarf had a damp spot on it as if an infant chose to use it as their next gnawing target, and there was a smeary handprint right on his cheekbone that looked suspiciously like smashed peas, the green trail of it leading downward and freckled across the front of his shirt.

The baby looked over as he walked inside, and the moment she caught sight of Edge, her chortling glee faded. In an instant, her sparkling eye lights switched to a waterfall of tears and she began to squall, holding out both little arms to him.

Edge hastily deposited the bag and books on the coffee table and took her, cuddling her close until those tears faded again into happy giggles.

Blue only sagged back on the sofa, slinging an arm over his eye sockets as he groaned out, “How can someone so small be so tiring? You were only gone an hour and I’ve gone from magnificent to mediocre!”

“I’ve been wondering that myself,” Edge admitted. He snagged his scarf with his free hand, readying Snow to return to her beloved binding. He noted Blue watching intently with approval. Not that he ever thought Blue wouldn’t take his duties seriously, but it was good to have it confirmed.

“Well! I need to get off to Alphys’s,” Blues struggled to his feet, chuckling as he shook his head. “I never expected to see the day I’d consider training to be the less exhausting option. Papy should be home soon.”

“I have her, go,” Edge said, “but…you may want to wash your face first.”

One gloved hand flew up to Blue’s cheekbone. Pity it was the wrong one, “What? Why?”

“Better that you just go wash.”

Blue dashed for the stairs and Edge sat down in his place on the sofa, adjusting the sling so that Snow was comfortable against him. He reached for the first book, hesitating over the one on caring for an infant. His hand detoured instead to ‘Pattycake with Pokey Puppy’, flipping to the first page as Snow, already sucking on her fingers, looked up at him with large eye lights.

“I’m going to read you a story, little one,” Edge told her, “I think you’ll like it. I hope you will.” He began to read, “One little puppy, sitting by a fence—”

He was quite sure Snow couldn’t really understand him, but she still seemed to listen contentedly as he read. She snuggled deeper into his scarf and his arms, and didn’t react at all when Blue’s voice carried downstairs in a wail, “How did she even get it all the way in there…?”

Edge didn’t ask. He only kept reading to Snow about the adventures in patty cake for a poky puppy and his friends. He hoped she didn’t fall asleep too quickly. He wanted to see how it ended.

tbc

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #drifters

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soulwillower · 4 years

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sweetheart • bill denbrough

(bill denbrough x reader smut)

requested: Girl your writing is AMAZING!!!! Can i request a bill smut where him and the reader are secretly dating but are caught by the group? 😊❤️

warning: swearing, smut, oral (fem receiving), fluff, brief mentions of drinking i think, sort of public sex, a little bit of dirty talk, getting caught

this was cute to write aw :’)

[losers + reader are 18+19 in this!!!]

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you knew you were well past the years that you should be making and hanging out in a club house, but you and your friends had grown fond of the underground clubhouse you'd built in middle school. but still, many days ended with you all sprawled on the chairs, the hammock, the floor, or the mattress you'd helped mike drag down from his farm even after you graduated.

typically, you'd score some alcohol by stealing small liquor bottles from the drugstore or going to parties and hiding them in richie and ben's pants, sometimes taking from your parents' liquor cabinets, but today you were all just hanging out, talking about the summer and sipping on soda.

"i think this may finally be the summer that i get away from you freaks and grow to my full potential." you joke, making the others laugh. "y/n, you should be careful. we may just cut you out of the group, you'll have to hang out with greta's friends." stan jests, lifting a brow in tease as you stick your tongue out.

"no, y-y/n's too su-substantial to hang out with them. she'd probably j-just have to have no friends for the r-rest of her l-life." bill jokes from his seat next to mike on the mattress. eddie laughs, and beverly shakes her head from next to you.

"you flirting with me, denbrough?" you ask with a lifted brow. richie 'oohs' from where he watches in the hammock and ben laughs into his hand. the others snort, not paying too much attention. "you w-wish." bill says, winking at you. you roll your eyes through a grin as the others laugh. you knew the wink meant more than the losers thought - you and bill had started dating a few weeks ago and had tried to keep it on the down low. he claimed it was so you didn't mess up the group dynamic suddenly, but you had a suspicion that it was really because he found the sneaking around really hot.

you can't blame him, because it really was.

“hey, what time is it?” bev asks from where her head rests on your shoulder. eddie hums as he looks around for his phone in the hammock while richie fusses about him moving, but stan’s quick to check his watch.

“oh, shit, it’s past six. i should probably head back.” he says, standing and taking his shower cap off.

you’d all come down to the clubhouse after school to hang out for a little bit, but now everyone was standing and getting ready to leave. “no!” you whine as bev also stands, giving her grabby hands. mike chuckles from the other side of the room, "alright, i've got to head home too."

"you coming?" eddie asks you, holding a hand out to pull you up, but you shake your head. "no, thanks. i'm gonna stay here, i think." you state, sparing a glance at bill. catching your gaze, bill smirks, averting his eyes from you when eddie follows your line of sight.

"right. see you later!" richie calls, slinging his arm around ben's shoulders as they wait to climb up the ladder. you fold your shower cap and put it away, noticing bill stay behind too and take his own cap off. you watch him as the rest of the losers leave, shutting the top to the entrance behind them. it's darker now, but you can see each other and you stand up to walk over to him.

"fancy seeing you here." you tease with a grin. he smiles back at you, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. your hands fall onto his chest and you kiss him deeply, squealing when one of his hands slips down to squeeze your ass. you smile, pulling away slightly. "what's that for, hm?" you asks happily, biting your lip.

"you d-drive me crazy." he mumbles against your lips, kissing you heatedly. your knees feel weak and you think you might fall if not for your boyfriend's arms holding you against him.

your boyfriend. the phrase still gives you butterflies. you pull away when he squeezes your ass again with both his hands. you smirk at him as he chases your lips, his eyes glued to them with an intense smile. you allow him to kiss you again, moaning when he pulls you closer. you feel the familiar feeling of arousal as you feel bill against your lips and under your hands, his arms wrapped around you lovingly.

you pull back, giving him a look. "hey, would you want to-" you don't have to finish before he's nodding excitedly, “yes, yes. f-fuck yes, y/n/n.” and then he’s lightly smacking your ass, making you giggle as he pulls you down with him on top of the mattress on the ground. he swipes away the spare comics that mike and he were sharing earlier and pushes you so you’re laying on your back.

he kisses you again, this time more intently, his tongue entering your mouth causing you to moan. your stomach flips around as his hands roam you, "god, you're p-perfect, look at you." he says quietly, almost to himself. you smile, shaking your head, "says you, billy." you say, your hand rubbing his jaw as you pull him in for a heated kiss and he rolls his body on top of yours, grinding into you. you moan as his semi hard cock rubs at your center from between your layers of clothes.

he kisses your collarbone lightly as he grinds against you, your hands roaming over his chest as you sigh into a moan. “i’m s-so lucky.” he whispers, making you smile, pulling his head up gently to plant your lips on his.

“we’re in public, you know” you moan out as his mouth leaves yours. "i think technically we're m-more under public." bill says cheekily with a smirk. you punch his shoulder lightly as you snort. "god, why do i like you?" you mumble as he mouths hot kisses down towards your chest. you shiver as he chuckles against your skin, his hands palming your breasts through your shirt.

"s-see? this is wh-what i've b-been asking m-myself for weeks, y/n/n." bill says with a smile, pulling your shirt over your shoulders. you blush into a smile of your own. “shut up, bill.” you say gently, brushing his hair from his face. "so f-fucking pretty." he mutters, eyes trained on your bra and roaming your body. you blush under his gaze again, feeling bashful.

he makes you feel like the most important person in the world.

he looks into your eyes. "can i t-taste you, sweetheart?" he asks lowly. your stomach flips in excitement and you nod, "please, bill."

he smiles, kissing your lips once more, "god, you're so c-cute." you still blush at his words, marveling at how you got so lucky. he kisses down your stomach, thumb rubbing your already swollen clit from over your shorts. "all mine." he looks up at you, eyes bright and full of admiration as he slowly pulls off your shorts, your underwear coming with it. his breath fans over you and you shiver, an elbow coming to prop you up so you can watch him. he keeps his eyes on you, watching your expression as he licks a stripe up to your clit. you whimper at the feeling and he grins to himself, looking smug.

a finger comes up to rub at your clit, making you twitch and emit a dejected moan. he swirls that finger, collecting your juices before he slips it inside you. you moan, watching as he brings his lips to your clit, pumping his finger slowly as he teases you with his tongue agonizingly. he catches your eye and drops one of his down in a wink and you moan loudly, flopping back onto the mattress. he picks up, setting a rhythm that has you writhing on the mattress and moaning his name.

suddenly, your phone's ringtone is blaring through the clubhouse and your head snaps in the direction of the noise. your phone is lying on the other side of the mattress and a photo of you and eddie catches your eye. "answer it. i dare you." bill says sarcastically, his hand stopping and his head looking up at you from between your thighs. you shake your head, "d-don't stop, please. it's just eddie..." you say, trailing off as he slips two fingers back in. you moan as he starts up a rhythm, head falling down to softly kitten lick your clit. your hands thread into his hair and tug a bit as you gasp, letting out small gasps of pleasure. his other hand rests on your hip, thumb rubbing soothing circles on your bare skin.

"bill, please i need to feel you." you whimper, face turning red at your words, but he just smiles, coming up to kiss you sweetly. he tastes like you and you don't think you could ever get tired of this. "okay, angel." he whispers before pulling back and grabbing his wallet, pulling out a condom and tossing off his pants. he's hard and his cock smacks his stomach as he pulls of his boxers. you pull his shirt off and kiss his shoulders, smiling as he gently pushes you back onto the mattress. “so fucking cute.” he says quietly.

“are you gonna be g-good for me?” he asks, rolling on a condom. you whimper and nod, desperate to feel him. he leans forward and you feel his head teasing your entrance, "u-use your words, baby."

"y-yes," you whimper, slightly embarrassed as your hands come up to wrap around his neck. he smirks, pushing into you at once.

you gasp at the feeling of him bottoming out and pull his face to yours for a searing kiss. he slowly starts moving his hips until he sets a rhythm that has you moaning and gasping, raking your nails down his bare back. he's letting out small moans and swears, kissing your hairline as he pounds into you. "so good for me, so pretty," he says into your ear, making you shiver.

you start to lift your hips and thrust up in time with him and he's hitting you deeper and you feel the familiar burning at the bottom of your stomach. he groans quietly into your shoulder before sucking on your neck, careful not to leave marks, “you’re doing so well, angel. so perfect for me.”

you know you're close and he can tell too so he reaches and lifts one of your legs up, hitting you at a different angle and making you want to scream in pleasure. his name leaves your mouth like a prayer as you scrunch your eyebrows up, kissing him as you hit your high.

he thrusts into you as you come, barely taking a few more thrusts as your name leaves his mouth. “fuck,” you sigh, blissed out and you pull him into a kiss as he finishes thrusting through his own high. “thank you, baby.” he whispers against your skin as he rubs your sides softly.

a loud noise makes you jump and your body freezes as light cracks through the room, and bill looks at you in alarm. he barely has time to grab a blanket from the shelf next to you and toss it over you before a pair of ratty converse hit the ground and another pair of k-swiss with white tube socks land after him.

"what the fuck? i told you i heard something!" eddie screeches, eyes wide as you clutch the blanket to cover your body, holding it up to your chest and letting it fall over you and bill's laps. he looks just as red as you feel. “guys, don’t come down here!” eddie yells up the ladder, waving his arms.

you can hear everyone else mumbling above you and you turn bright red. you thought they were going home!

"oh, shit! no fuckin' way!" richie yells, eyes wide as eddie slaps a hand over his mouth. you and bill both look at each other but eddie and richie start talking over each other and you can barely get out a word.

"how long has this been happening?" "do you know how disgusting it is down here?" "wow, i can't say i'm shocked, but-" "-do you know how many things you could contract-" "dude, respect. she's fine as hell-" "-and not to mention, that mattress is so gross-" "y/n, he’s so hot. when were you going to tell me? do you know how many times-" "i hope you guys are being responsible, because-"

"guys!" you say, feeling stressed from their ramblings. they stop, looking at the two of you expectantly. “why are you here?”

eddie blinks, “well i tried calling you. we want to go get food. they’re all waiting up there.” he explains. you grin sheepishly, looking at bill. “oops.” bill says.

“oops? give us an explanation, mushmouth. i need to fuckin’ scrub out my eyes.” richie says not unkindly. bill smirks and chuckles lightly.

"w-we started dating a f-few weeks ago." bill says, wrapping an arm around you and pulling him into his bare chest. you blush a little, embarrassed to have been caught having sex with your new boyfriend by two of your best friends, knowing they're immediately going to tell everyone else who’re waiting above them.

"i mean, it's not like we didn't see that coming from a mile away. we’ve been waiting for this." eddie says with a grin. richie looks just as happy and you smile, looking to bill who looks pleased that your friends approve of your relationship. "alright, get dressed you lovebirds. i'm treating you guys to dinner because stanley uris is owes me ten fucking dollars!" richie hollers, climbing back up the ladder.

you hear stanley groan from above, but then everyone cheers and hollers. you roll your eyes, "what kind of dinner does he think he’s going to buy with ten dollars?" you mumble as bill tosses you his sweatshirt with a chuckle.

#bill denbrough #bill denbrough x reader #bill denbrough smut #the losers club #losers club x reader #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #beverly marsh #stanley uris #my writing #richie tozier x reader #eddie kaspbrak x reader #stanley uris x reader

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vampire-named-gampire · 3 years

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Carry On Countdown - Day 22

Wow, watch me use the @carryon-countdown to plug my skating fic lmao

I don’t know if this counts, since Angelina is an OC and actually, Baz would totally make friends with/practically adopt a 17yo Russian girl, so I don’t know how unlikely it is, but it’s here. And also, I just really want to share more of On thin ice content, but the fic itself isn’t ready to be published yet so have this instead.

For context, Baz used to train in Russia aged 16-20, and now both him and Simon train in Montreal (no, idk why I chose Montreal out of all places but that’s how it is.) Also I think Gelya is the Russian diminutive/nickname used for the name Angelina, but I’m not sure. The fic is still in the works, so this scene is bound to change/expand (I did omit it a bit when writing because spoilers) but anyway, I’ll stop rambling now.

Prompt: Unlikely friends Word count: 1950 Rating: This scene is G, although the whole fic will be T or M

SIMON

The ride from the airport to the hotel is awful. Baz must’ve suspected this, because he made me sit in the front.

“Go on,” he said teasingly. “The only skater who has motion sickness.”

I have to say, sitting in the front almost didn’t make a difference. I may not know how to drive, but even I know you’re not supposed to drive like that. When the cab drops us off in front of the hotel, I don’t even bother hiding my relief. Baz laughs.

“I never want to experience this again,” I say, knowing full well that this is my life for the next week. The hotel might be close to the venue, but it’s still far enough for it to be a driving distance. I can only hope buses are less deadly than cabs.

“You know, Moscow traffic is actually tame compared to the rest of Russia,” Baz smirks, handing me my bags.

“Well then I never want to see the rest of Russia,” I mutter, slinging my duffel bag over my shoulder and stepping through the automated hotel doors. Baz scoffs and follows me.

This hotel is fancy – much fancier than the hotels we usually stay at. Baz doesn’t seem phased by it at all, the posh bastard. I bet the hotels he stays at when he’s on vacation are at least twice as posh.

He does, however, seem phased when someone yells “Basil!” across the lobby. Before either of us can register what’s going on, a small figure in a red jacket runs towards us at full speed and crashes into Baz, making him emit a surprised oof sound.

The moment I realize the figure is actually Angelina Nuriyeva is the moment she starts speaking in fast Russian. I don’t understand a thing, but Baz seems to, because he laughs and hugs her back.

I knew Baz and Angelina were friends, but I didn’t think they were this close. I mean, they’re the exact polar opposites; Angelina is an actual sunshine (she’s always hugging and smiling at everyone) and Baz is… Baz. (He’s a big softie, I know that, but he goes through great efforts to appear cold and closed off.)

But here he is, ruffling Angelina’s hair and telling her something in Russian. (I’m suddenly met with the realisation that being in Moscow means I’ll get to hear a lot more of Baz’s Russian. I am very much not complaining at this prospect, even if I don’t understand a thing of what they’re saying.)

Angelina is nodding along and she pulls out her phone to show him something, but that’s when Baz stops her, suddenly speaking in English.

“Wait, I think in the interest of Snow, we should switch to English. He already looks lost enough as it is,” he says.

“No, no, I’m fine, by all means…” I start, but I’m soon cut off by Angelina.

“Yes, of course! I’m sorry, Simon! Come here, it’s so good to see you,” she says and hugs me. (This is what I mean when I say Angelina is a sunshine.)

“Good to see you too,” I nod.

“I was just about to show Basil how his houseplants are doing. Do you want to see too?” she asks.

“Houseplants?” I don’t bother hiding the surprise in my voice. Since when does Baz like houseplants? His flat in Montreal doesn’t have any, spare the tiny cactus on the windowsill.

“I had a lot of houseplants when I still lived here, but I couldn’t take them with me on the plane when I moved, so Gelya took them in her care,” he explains, as if he’s reading my mind.

“Georgy is doing amazing but Ilya went a bit floppy. I changed his earth so now I’m hoping he gets better,” Angelina says, showing Baz a picture of two houseplants, side by side, one of them (Ilya?) looking slightly wilted.

“When it goes floppy, we say it wilts, and we don’t say earth, we say soil,” Baz corrects her. If I was Angelina, I’d probably be annoyed right now, but she just smiles at him.

“Thank you. It’s so much harder to learn English now that there’s no one here to practice with me,” she sighs.

“You know you can call me any time and we can practice,” Baz offers.

“Wait, wait, wait,” I stop them both. There is so much new information I have to process. “You had houseplants? And you named them Russian names? And you taught her English?” (That would actually explain why Angelina’s English is so good.)

“Yes, Snow, are you keeping up?”

“And when he gave them up, he wrote me a whole notebook on how to take care of them,” Angelina chimes in. “And another notebook with English grammar.”

Maybe I do have trouble keeping up. Who is this Baz? (And why is he so attractive?)

“I never thought of you as a houseplant kind of bloke,” I shrug. “You don’t have any houseplants in Montreal.”

“I’m still mourning the loss of my old children.” Baz deadpans before turning back to Angelina. “Show me Alyosha. He was always my favourite.”

BAZ

Unsurprisingly, the jet-lag catches up with me right when it’s time to go to bed. I don’t know why I was naïve enough to believe I won’t need melatonin when dealing with an eight-hour time difference. I better take it now, before it’s too late.

I sigh and throw the covers back before picking up my phone to check the time. However, a text message notification from Snow grabs my attention before I can do that.

Is he nervous again? It would make sense, since this is a big competition for him. Would I be able to sneak into his room and sneak out the next morning unnoticed? I doubt that. There are only athletes staying on our floor, the coaches, press and competition staff are all on different floors, and I doubt the athletes would pay us much attention, but it’s still risky.

I’d much rather risk a few weird looks than have Simon spiral into panic two days before a major competition, though. I decide I’ll go to his room if that’s what he needs.

Maybe I should check why he’s even texting me before I devise any plans.

SS: do u have melatonine? SS: jet lag

I sigh in relief. He’s not having a mental breakdown. He’s just jet-lagged. (Which is a bit strange for Snow, but I suppose even his circadian rhythm can take a blow from time to time.)

BP: It’s spelled melatonin and yes, I have it. You can come get it if you still need it BP: Room 254

SS: yes ik where u r SS: I’ll b right over

I sit on the edge of the bed and wait for Snow to knock on my door. He’s staying a few corridors down, in room 273, so it takes him a few minutes. I jump up when I hear his knock.

He’s standing in front of my door, wearing joggers, a hoodie and those damned glasses of his again. His hair is messed up, like he’s been tossing and turning too.

“I thought you didn’t get jet-lagged,” I say, stepping aside to let him in. He settles on the edge my bed while I rummage my luggage for melatonin supplements.

“I don’t get sleep jet-lagged, but I do get food jet-lagged,” he says.

“What does that even mean, Snow?”

“It means it’s lunchtime in Canada right now and I’m so hungry I can’t sleep.”

I bite back a laugh. He’s an idiot. (An adorable one but an idiot nonetheless.) “You don’t need melatonin, Snow, you need this,” I say, throwing a granola bar at him. He startles, but manages to catch it.

“You’re just giving this to me?” he asks, audibly surprised. (Which is ridiculous. He gives me food all the time and here he is, questioning my generosity over a fucking granola bar.)

“No, Snow, pay up. Fifty rubbles.”

“I don’t have any Russian money,” he laughs, tearing the wrapping open. He’s going to get crumbs all over my bed, but I don’t shoo him away. Instead, I finally find the melatonin supplements and take one with some water. “Do you still want one?” I ask.

“Do you have any more granola bars?”

I laugh and pass him another one before sitting down next to him on the bed.

“Are you nervous?” I ask, just to make sure he’s really okay.

“Right now? I’m just hungry,” he says, tearing open the second granola bar.

“Right,” I nod.

“Baz. Are you doing that thing where you’re worrying about me again?”

“A bit,” I admit.

“Stop,” he says like I can just turn it off like a tap. (I wish I could.) We sit in silence for a while, me thinking about how much easier my life would be if I just stopped worrying about Simon Snow and him chewing through his granola bar. “I didn’t know you and Angelina were such good friends,” he finally says.

“We trained together for four years,” I shrug, but it’s not just that. The training environment in Russia was intense. It’s a bloodbath to even get on the national team there, so of course it’s intense, but I think every other skater the rink was looking at me sideways because I was an outlier. I wasn’t Russian, I didn’t speak Russian and I think they felt like I didn’t belong there. (I know now that I really didn’t.) They eventually accepted me and by the time I left Russia, even the ones who refused to speak during my first year there were sad to see me go.

But Gelya was nice to me from the start. She was only thirteen at the time and didn’t speak any English, but she clapped for me when I did something well and cheered me on when I was having a bad day. (Thanks to her, davai was one of the first Russian words I learned.) She brought me homemade pyraniki on special occasions and when I got injured and had to go back to England to have surgery, she sent me get well soon cards all the way from Russia and she made the entire rink sign them.

That’s just who she is. She’s this nice to everyone and it didn’t matter to her if I was Russian or English, I was just another person at her rink who she could bring biscuits to. Over the four years that I’ve lived there, she became like a little sister to me.

“Baz?” Snow’s voice snaps me from my thoughts. “You seem tired. I’m going to go.”

I have half a mind not to ask him to stay here. (We both know we can’t do that.) “Okay,” I say instead. He stands up and throws the granola wrappers in the bin. I stand up too, to walk him to the door (I have manners), but he waves at me to sit back down.

“It’s fine,” he says.

“Will you be able to sleep?”

“If my hunger doesn’t get to me again, yes,” he laughs. He’s already by the door.

“Wait.” I stand up and grab the last granola bar from my bag, offering it to him. “Just in case,” I explain. I want him to stay here, to make sure he sleeps well and doesn’t spend the night worrying about the competition, but I can’t do that, so this is the least I can do.

“Thanks,” he smiles, tucking it in his pocket. Then he hugs me briefly and presses a kiss to my cheek. “Sleep well.”

“You too.”

And he’s out the door.

#if any russians are reading this #1. i'm sorry simon thinks you're terrible drivers #2. how would you omit the name angelina?#i was watching the olympic channel once and someone referred to angelina melnikova as gelya #and that's about the amount of knowledge i have on the topic #well if it's the wrong diminutive i can always change it later #also yes baz speaks russian because of course he does #i mean he's baz #uh what else do i have to say #i think writing a few scenes ahead will help me unclog the slump i'm currently stuck on #i just need to get the boys through two more weeks of filler content before they can go to russia and the fun begins #also i'm really tired from working on two major projects so writing my wip for coc is kind of my way of taking a break i guess?#my original idea for today's prompt was shepard and mordelia #because i think they'd get along splendidly #ok now to general tags #coc 2020 #carry on countdown 2020 #carry on #wayward son #any way the wind blows #awtwb #simon snow #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #baz pitch #snowbaz #snowbaz fic #snowbaz fanfiction #on thin ice #my writing

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Part 2 / Part 1

Jaune: *sits down on the cantina table*

Yang: morning vomit boy, whats u-

Jaune: uhh? *looks at her with a dead look and dark bags under his eyes*

Yang: err. . .you okay vomit boy? You look like you skipped your beauty sleep. . .and your normal sleep too.

Jaune: me? Pff, im fine. *dozing off* im totally. . .fine. . . *head falls on the table making him jolt up again* im awake! Im awake!

Blake: what's wrong with him?

Ruby: *sighs* he and weiss made a bet. Apparently they were being too "intimate" way too often, and weiss said it was because jaune couldn't control himself, so they made a bet to see if jaune could resist weiss for a week.

Yang: oh, i remember that, but why is he like that?

Ruby: *deadpans* yeah, i wonder why? *turns to weiss* it probably wouldn't have anything to do with her speech yesterday or the pictures she constantly sends him.

Weiss: *looking away with a blush* i-i have no idea what you're talking about.

Ruby: oh really? *picks jaune's scroll* then you won't mind if we check your conversations right?

Weiss: wait what!? Give it back!! *tries to pick the scroll*

Yang: *picks it from ruby before weiss* okay, now i'm curious.

Weiss: *blushing harder* t-there is nothing there for you to see! G-GIVE IT BACK!!

Yang: *grinning and keeping her away with one hand* nope, now lets see what our naughty weiss-crean is sending to her boyfriend.

Weiss: STOP THAT IMMEDIATELY YOU IDIOT!! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO-

Yang: DAYUM!!! SO YOU CAN BE SEXY IF YOU WANT!!!

Weiss: *dark red* w-w-what?

Yang: damn, a maid outfit, a naughty schoolgirl, a sling swimsuit and even a playboy bunny girl. Congrats ice queen, now im seriously questioning my sexuality.

Weiss: *atomic red* s-shut up!

Blake: and the talk isn't that bad too. "Master, your dinner is ready, do you want to eat it or would you like to eat something else" kinda cliche but still good.

Weiss: *even redder and burying her face on her hands* stop!

Yang: *grins* i still think the schoolgirl one is better "professor arc, i know i've been a naughty girl and that i skipped your classes, still, isn't there anything i can do to raise my grades? I'll do anything you want. . .anything" she's even sucking a lollipop in the picture! This is gold!

Weiss: *so red that the sun is pink in comparison* p-please s-st-top.

Blake: i'm honestly surprised you went for a bunny outfit, i wonder what would happen if the people who hate your family found this picture.

Yang: it looks good on her, but the swimsuit is still better, now i know why jaune looks so exhausted, to resist all of this must've been hard. . .literally. i mean, just look at it, she might not he the most endowed but the swimsuit looks really sexy on her, imagine if-

Jaune: *slams hands on the table while breathing raggedly*

Yang: . . .you okay vomit boy?

Jaune: . . . . *sighs and control his breathing* that's it for me. *calmly* congratulations weiss, you won.

Weiss: wait, really?

Jaune: *gets up* yup, but before we can discuss the terms of my defeat *picks her up*

Weiss: w-what are you doing?

Jaune: *with a scary smile and a very hungry look* i have a lot of pent up energy, so i hope you still have those clothes on your room, you'll need them for the rest of the weekend.

Weiss: *blushing* w-weekend!?

Jaune: of course, and be thankful that i'll let you go after just a weekend. *walking away and whispering* after everything i got through, i should keep you in that room for at least a week.

Weiss: *deep red*

RBY: . . .

Yang: am i the one who just got really scared and really aroused at the same time?

Blake: that last part was more scary than arousing to be honest.

Ruby: serves her right, jaune is always nice with her but she kept pushing him to his limits, i guess we can call it karma.

Yang: i just hope her "punishment" don't take too long, i'm tired and need to take a nap.

Ruby: *tapping her scroll*

Yang: what're you doing?

Ruby: talking to nora, she's setting some sleeping bags and ear mufflers for us on JNPR dorm.

Yang: why?

Ruby: remember when we went out on a mission three months ago?

Blake: the one we had to research some grimm species with professor oobleck?

Ruby: *nods* we were out for two weeks and when we got back, jaune grabbed weiss and disappeared for three days.

Yang: . . .and?

Ruby: and on the same time they disappeared we heard the news that constant screams were being heard in a hotel on vale, the screams only ceased three days after they started, the same day jaune and weiss came back.

Blake: and when weiss came back she couldn't talk. . .

Yang: or walk. . .

Blake: . . .

Yang: . . .

Blake: does she have ear mufflers for my cat ears too?

Ruby: yup.

Blake: thank god.

#rwby #jaune arc #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #ruby rose #jaune x weiss #white knight #blake belladona #whiteknight #the bet au

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pandawritesmanythings · 5 years

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Halfrid // Part 4

Platonic!Loki x Teen!Reader

Summary: Your life has always been dictated by the fact that you are smarter than most adults. This has made you antagonize many of them, it isn’t your fault that you are just citing facts! However, when the god of mischief becomes your friend, are there enough facts you can cite to prove his innocence?

Warnings: Censored Curse Words, dude being an entitled jerk (not Loki), Angst, Panic attack, bad writing.

Word Count: +4000K

A/N: Thank you so much for the support guys, just a heads up, some things in this chapter may not make sense now, but they will later. I don’t curse, personally, but it was important to have a catalyst in this chapter, that’s why I censored them. Leave feedback, I highly appreciate it!

TAG LIST IS OPEN!!!

PRESENT TIME

“I wish we could have met at a better time. I honestly do.” Fury had returned to the room and you had told him a short version as to why you started to investigate Loki.

“Why do you say that all of a sudden?” You asked, slightly confused.

“You see, I don’t find this kind of fire or passion in agents anymore. If we get out of this, and you are still around, come find me when you are 17, maybe I can find you an internship somewhere you can use your talents.”

He was sincere, you could see it in his eyes… Eye.

“Well, you might be the first. But thank you.”

He cleared his throat, the rumbling above had ceased a bit, according to Fury because the ground above had become a literal war zone. Military aiding the hero’s battle. The enemy ceased fire, but they were sure to resume it at any moment.

“So when was the next time you met the god of mischief?”

You almost giggled. “Ah. That was about six months after. I wish it had been under better circumstances. But the fact that our paths crossed again, is surprising in itself.”

NEW YORK 2015

Both you and Ashley leaned over to be able to look at your crush for a distance.

“We are not staring okay?” “Yeah, we totally aren’t.” You told each other.

You huffed and closed your locker with a thud, slinging your backpack over your shoulder.

“I’m not doing it.” You finalized.

“Aw, come on! Be a little courageous!”

“Being courageous is to know your mom may find out that you have been researching Loki for 6 months and still risking it by logging onto, probably, illegal websites and the dark web.”

“Soooooo, she doesn’t check your history anymore?” Ashley mused.

“Not manually, and I may have hacked into her phone so, I have that going for me.” You walked towards the exit, other middle schoolers filing after you.

“Still, if you just go and talk to him-” “Are you CRAZY?” “Don’t interrupt me. If you just ask him to walk you home, maybe then you could at least ask him out!”

“Not all of us have been able to have seven boyfriends on their 12-year life span.” You cocked an eyebrow.

“Oh, come on! I still haven’t kissed anyone. I’m waiting ‘till I’m thirteen!” She chirped.

“Why thirteen?”

“It’s supposed to be the unlucky number, right? That way I can pass my bad luck to whatever jerk deserves it!” She seemed too proud of herself.

“You are a jerk.”

She flipped her hair. “Wow. Thanks!”

You both giggled. Through the months you had learned to read her bull, call her out on it, and she had pushed you to try new things. It was a mutual relationship, she knew where your limits were and vice versa. Yet, in a way, you seemed to balance each other out.

“Anyway. Not all of us have your confidence, Ashley.”

“Well, if you don’t do it, I will.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” You gasped.

“Wanna bet?” She playfully glared at you, and you glared back.

Suddenly she made a run for it, dashing towards the exit where your crush was hanging with his friends. “Malcolm! Hey, Malcolm!”

“ASHLEY FOR THE LOVE OF G O D!”

Your crush turned around as you tackled Ashley onto the ground.

“Hey! You guys okay?”

You froze when you heard his voice. Oh, you were so sure your smile looked like a weird grimace.

“N-Nothing. It’s just someone was about to do a stupid.” You said as you got up and brushed off imaginary dust.

“A stupid?” He asked amusement in his voice.

“Is my constant state of being.” Ashley chirped.

Malcolm, your crush, raised an eyebrow in amusement. Another guy behind him chuckled.

“Well, I think we are all in a pretty similar state.” He smiled looking at his friends.

“You mean, you Malcolm.” The guy behind him called out. “Parker wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

“Ah, as if you weren’t in that state often Morales.” Malcolm retorted. You knew he was joking, but there was something in his tone that just…

“Actually, my friend wanted to ask you something.” Ashley pushed me towards him.

“No. I don’t.” I squealed.

“What is it?” He asked with a smug grin.

“Umm… I-I…" STOP STAMMERING BRAIN!!! "I-I was wondering…”

“Yes?”

Ashley was dying inside. You definitely needed to work on your communication skills.

“I-I…” She placed a hand on your shoulder. You took a deep breath. “I don’t know if you r-remember, b-but in… science class? Yeah! Science. We have a project together, and since Ashley is already not coming with me home today… I was wondering if maybe you… Wanted to have a coffee? To… Plan the project out! Of course!”

He had a smug grin on his face, but it softened into a smile and he nodded. “Of course, I would love to accompany this lovely damsel in distress…” He winked at you kissing your hand. You pulled it from him, there was a way that he talked that you had never noticed before. However, since you actually did have a project to do, you ignored it and gave him a smile.

“Alright! Well, I’ll wait for you outside. See ya! Yeah… Okay.”

You fled down the stairs and waited patiently for Malcolm to come by so you could start talking. However, you were unaware of the conversation that was going on back there. But Ashley wasn’t. She hid nearby, where she could hear the aftermath of your petition without the boys finding her spying on them.

“Dude! She is really cute.” Ashley heard Miles say.

“And nice, I have Spanish with her and she is always very proper and quick about her speaking. She is really cool.” Peter added.

“I don’t know. See, physically, she isn’t my cup of tea. Yeah?” Malcolm interrupted.

“But, you do know there is more to her than how she looks, right?” Miles questioned, worry in his voice. This was starting to unnerve Ashley. Few boys had ever made her feel a chill go down her spine like this guy. He looked pretty nice on the outside but in private… He didn’t seem that nice.

“Bah, I’ll see. I do have to do the project, so let’s see if she is any good.” He said as he walked out the doors. “And, remember I’m waiting for that science report.”

Ashley had heard enough. She was not gonna let this idiot take you home by any means. She dashed as quickly as she could down the stairs, near where you were furiously typing something on your phone.

“Hey! (Y/N)!”

“Gimme a second Ash, I can’t let myself forget this.” You typed a little more and then turned off your phone. “I suddenly got an idea for a new argument for my essay. I think I almost have the intro down, but I need the first transition and-” Ashley quickly pulled you aside, interrupting you. “H-Hey!”

“Sorry, but I don’t have much time. I don’t think you should go home with Malcolm.” She tried to warn you.

“What? Why?”

“I don’t think he is who he makes out to be.” She continued. “I think he is only going to take advantage of you!”

There was something deep inside you that had been telling you the same thing. But you wanted to believe otherwise.

“Alright, I’ll be careful Ash. Thank you for telling me.” You smiled.

“But… I don’t think you should be around him, I heard him back there, he-”

You interrupted her back. “I know you mean well. But I don’t want to live life thinking the worst of everyone. If he steps out of line, I’ll kick him straight in the groin.”

Ashley let out a nervous breathy laugh. “Just… Be careful, I don’t want you getting hurt-”

“Hey!” A male voice sounded behind you. “Ready to go home, princess?” Malcolm asked taking your hand and placing a kiss to it as he did before. Again, you pulled away. For some reason, that gesture unnerved you.

“Yeah…” You smiled awkwardly. “I’ll call you when I get home, okay Ash?”

“Yeah… Ok. See you (Y/N)” She said masking her worry with a winning smile and a flick of her hair as she walked away.

“So, lead the way.” The boy signalled for you to start walking and, with a timid smile, you started walking towards a coffee shop near your home.

It wasn’t anything unusual. He cracked a few jokes like he usually did in class. Offered to open the door for you when you got to the coffee shop. And although you bought your own drink, he insisted on getting you a snack.

“You can have whatever you’d like.” He smiled. You tried to reject his offering, but he wouldn’t have any of it. In the end, you just asked for a muffin.

He was actually really good at doing research, quickly flying through loads of information and sending them to you as you typed the essentials into the PowerPoint presentation.

“I just need to make it look pretty, but I’ll do it some other time.” You said while saving the presentation and snapping your computer closed. He did the same and got up, pulling your chair gently from behind you so you would stand up.

“Are you ready to go home, then?”

“Yeah, it’s not that far away from here, so I can go by myself.” You smiled while strapping your backpack.

“I don’t mind, I’ll go with you.” He insisted.

In the back of your mind, Ashley’s warning kept sounding off. But you decided that a little bit longer wouldn’t hurt. He had been very kind to you after all. Why not let him take you home? That sounded really nice.

Together you walked out of the quaint little coffee shop and started heading towards your apartment compound.

“So, I heard you were in the WRITE scholarship!” He smiled.

“Yeah… Wait. Who told you that?” Only your parents and Ashely knew. She wouldn’t have told him about it, right?

“I saw you taking out a paper in class, it had: WRITE ideas! Written in a corner.”

“O-Oh…” You blushed.

“I’m working on it myself. Coming along quite nicely. It’s going to be a short story, but I think I might turn it into something bigger later down the line.”

“If mine does any good, I may publish it. But, I don’t think people would want to read about it.”

“Oh! Really? Why would you say that?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“It’s just… It may get a little controversial…” You hid your face.

“Ah. I see, one of my friends is also writing about something controversial. I’m not supposed to say, but being anti-gun control sounds pretty controversial to me.” He whispered in your direction mockingly.

You giggled at his tone. “Ah. Well, she has her beliefs. I think as long as she doesn’t try to use her essay to justify violence, it should be okay.”

“Are you anti-gun control?”

“No. I think people’s safety is way more important than things.” You honestly said. “But she can have her opinion. Honestly, that’s why we have superheroes, to protect us. That way people don’t need that many guns.”

“Yeah. I think I stan Stark the most.”

“Oh, and why?”

“Billionaire? The smartest guy on the planet? All the babes? He has everything.”

You cast your gaze to the ground. Your shoes suddenly being more interesting.

“I mean. I think he is cool because he saves people. But he just has everything.” He finished

After what seemed an eternity you arrived at the entrance of your building.

“Thanks… For coming with me.” You muttered.

“Nah, no problem.” He smiled. “By the way, can I come in? I need to pee.”

You didn’t want to. You really didn’t want to. But you found yourself nodding and leading him inside your apartment.

“The bathroom is over there… Just- Quickly, my parents shouldn’t be long.”

He ran inside the bathroom, and you walked into the open kitchen. Getting a cutting board out, you started slicing some carrots and boiling some water to make some chicken and potatoes. Your dad’s favorite dish. You really wanted to surprise him, and in about two hours he would be home.

Okay, yeah. You had lied to Malcolm about your parents being home soon. But he was making you uncomfortable, every time you let your guard down you had felt him invade your personal space, maybe he was just trying to be charming, but you wanted him out of your house, quickly.

And then you felt two hands sneak through your waist.

The handle of your knife made contact with the side of his forehead. The hands released your waist, you turned to see Malcolm stumbling backwards. His hands holding his head as he tried to recover from your hit.

“You b*tch!”

You were left paralyzed.

“Take that back…” You mumbled. The words barely coming out of your mouth.

“What if I don’t? You hit me with the handle of a knife, you b*tch.”

You head went numb. Swirling thoughts repeating over and over your head. Your demons were hunting you again.

“Get out.” You said. But it was numbed. You couldn’t hear yourself. “Get out.” This time he flinched.

Although you felt numb you grabbed his backpack and threw it through your window. Not caring about where it fell.

“Get out.” You kept saying as you pushed him down the hall. His string of curse words only worsening while all you could say was: “Get out.”

You reached the street and you were still saying it. He hadn’t touched you anymore but he was screaming at your face. And suddenly all the noise came back, crushing you.

“GET OUT!!!” You heard yourself scream.

“I’m out already you piece of-” He was interrupted all of a sudden.

“Malcolm. Stop that!” Miles came out of nowhere and pulled him away from you.

“Get out!” Was your voice failing you? You swore your voice sounded hoarse.

Two pairs of hands held you in place. “I’m sorry (Y/N). I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have left you alone with him.” You heard Ashley say near you.

“Hey, she is really cold. Is she okay?” Another male voice sounded behind you.

You shied away from his touch and retreated straight into Ashley. You did your face in her shirt. Finally allowing your voice to rest. But you felt so weak, your legs felt like jelly and your chest hurt. A lot.

“Hey, you’re okay.” She soothed you. “We’re here. We’re going to take care of you.”

Ashley ran her hand through your hair, a gesture that slowly calmed you and allowed you to regain a level of consciousness.

When you felt better, you pushed away from her and gave her a weak thanks. Then turned to see a very worried looking Peter Parker next to you.

“ ’m sorry Pete… I didn’t mean to push ya away…” You said weakly. Your throat barely emitted any sound.

“No, it’s okay. You were upset by whatever Malcolm did, you needed some space.”

You looked around, he was gone. “Wher’ did he go?” You slurred, suddenly feeling your energy drain out of you.

“Miles pushed him away. Don’t worry, he isn’t gonna bother you anymore.”

You highly doubted that.

The rest of the afternoon was a blur. You didn’t remember entering your apartment again. Just the feeling of Ashley running her fingers through your hair, and the worried questions of Peter near you. Mumbles. That was all you could hear. No definitive words, no. Just mumbling going all around you.

When you came back to your senses it was about to be 5:30 pm. Ashley was heading out the door with Peter and Miles, saying goodbye to both of them.

“I’ll see you guys on Monday, okay?”

“Yeah, sure. If she needs anything you have my phone right?”

“Yeah, I got it. Thank you, boys.” She closed the door.

“Ash?”

She whipped around to see you lifting yourself up from the sofa. “Hey… How are you feeling?”

“Like I was hit by a truck.”

She chuckled. “I made you something. I can bring it if you’re hungry.”

“Nah. I’m good.”

“Mom was calling me. I have to go, but if you need anything please let me know.” She started heading out the door. “Love ya girl.”

“I love you too.” You smiled at your friend.

But as soon as she closed the door it vanished from your face. You felt empty. That was something that happened when you got too worked up about something. Mom had told you that it would fade over time, and both of your parents constantly apologized whenever it happened. That’s why you never told them when this happened anymore.

Dad would arrive any minute, so you dragged yourself from the couch and sat in front of your computer to try and squeeze something out of your brain.

Your research for WRITE was good. But the more you looked at it, the more holes you found.

Why did Loki really attack Earth? He had been here before, why hadn’t he done it a year prior?

Was his slip up with Agent Romanoff a mistake? He hadn’t spilt any kind of information before. Not about himself. Not about his plan. Afterwards, he hadn’t even been asked why he’d done it. There was no trace of any comments from him about his actions.

You looked and looked and started breaking apart. This was never going to work. This was stupid. There was no way that anyone would believe your poorly researched essay. There were no official comments on the main perpetrator. And where would you get it?

They were right. All their words. You were useless. Stupid. You would never be enough, why couldn’t you just dissape-?

“CUPCAKE! I’M HOOOOOME!!!”

Ah… Dad…

“Cupcake?” He had opened the door. “How are you, sweetie?”

You turned around, in the darkness he couldn’t see your reddened eyes. “I’m good. Just finishing some homework.”

“That’s my girl. Hey, I gotta head for the night shift, but I’ll see you in the morning.” He headed towards you and kissed you on your forehead.

“I-I didn’t know you had a night shift today…”

“Yeah, I know I’m sorry. They need extra back up to supervise after Ultron’s attack.” His voice was apologetic. “I’m a sorry munchkin. I promise you I’ll here tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry. I know your job is important.” You smiled, even though you felt broken inside.

“Mom also has a night shift, but she couldn’t drop by to say goodnight.” He rolled his eyes. “You sure you’ll be okay on your own?”

“Yeah. I know the drill.”

“Goodnight munchkin.”

“Goodnight dad.”

You were all alone. He left. She didn’t even bother to check on you.

You walked up to your closet and pulled out a corkboard. Where for the last few months you had worked extensively in collecting research to figure out your thesis.

Pictures of security cameras. Documents. Transcriptions of recordings. Some were tied by a red cord. It looked like a detective trying to solve a case. And for a while, that’s what you thought you were. But as you looked through it, you found more wholes. Wherever you looked, the word failure just hammered in your head.

The word he had called you today. That insulting and disgusting word.

In your anger, you grabbed the board and knocked it over. Papers flew across the room. Strewn all around.

Sobs then proceeded to rack your body. There was no way you could do this. Who would listen to a 12-year-old anyways?

THE NEXT DAY

Neither of your parents arrived home in the morning.

New York seemed to match your mood since it was raining. It was definitely a lazy Saturday, so you decided to text Ashley that you were feeling better and that you’d see her on Monday. Then afterwards, you walked out, with your coat on and some money to spend it all in whatever you were craving for breakfast that day.

You usually didn’t ask for much, so your parents were never angry at you when you spent just a little bit more for yourself.

Is not like you were going to order a bunch of expensive items. But you just went wherever your stomach led you.

You ended up in a bustling part of the city. Despite the rain, people walked by in a hassle. You approached a food car that had a small roof to protect yourself from the light rain that fell upon New York.

“Hey, there sweetie. What would you like today?” The owner of the truck asked you kindly.

You looked at the menu, the variety of options overwhelming you. “Well… What do you recommend?”

“Ah! I think the best food to have in weather like this, is the Chocolate waffle delight. With some hot cocoa? The perfect comfort food, missy.”

“Then I’ll try it.” You smiled at him. Did you really look that bad?

After paying you still stood under the roof as the rain lightened, turning into a drizzle. The waffle was honestly really good. It was crunchy outside, but soft inside. The chocolate dripping everywhere and the sugar topping it. The hot cocoa was good too, but you preferred your dad’s. It was creamier.

As you finished your breakfast you dedicated yourself to look around at the people who walked by. Couples walked arm in arm. Families held the children’s hands. People who walked on their own, seemed to go faster. All of them had somewhere to go.

But you, today, on a Saturday like this. Had nothing to do and nowhere to go. Wasn’t that just pathetic?

If the thing with Malcolm hadn’t happened you would probably be working around those holes for your scholarship. But you didn’t feel like writing anymore. There was no motivation coursing through you like it normally did.

So you just stared.

And stared.

And stare- Wait, what?

A single person in the street stood out to you. What was he wearing?

You threw away the paper wrapper and cup of cocoa and said a hasty thank you and goodbye to the truck owner.

He was standing on the sidewalk, waiting for the crossing sign to change. And he stood out like a crown in a sea of parrots. Because yeah, New Yorkers are weird, but not that weird. Who wears a three-piece, all black, suit anyway?

You speed-walked through your pedestrian crossing, walking towards him.

It can’t be. They took him back to Asgard. They would arrest him if he ever set foot back on earth. It can’t be him.

You racked your mind for an explanation, but the place where he had just walked out of sent you into a new form of confusion. Why would he be in an elder’s home?

You finally caught up to the man. However, an inner panic overtook you so you just stood awkwardly by his side, waiting for the pedestrian light to change.

Look towards me. Come on. Notice me. You hoped since you were definitely not just going to start a conversation with an unidentified criminal. No. That would be irresponsible of you.

You bounced on the ball of your feet and when the light changed, you followed him as inconspicuously as you could.

After a minute or two of quietly following him, you just thought that maybe you were following the wrong guy. Maybe your sight failed you. There was no way this was him. I mean, he would have the FBI, the CIA, the army and the Avengers on top of him just by setting foot on earth. Yeah, you just-

“Why are you following me?”

Oh no. It’s definitely him.

“Uh-Uh, excuse me?” You tried playing dumb.

He didn’t turn around, nor he stopped. So you didn’t either.

“You have been following me for some time. Please go, I’m not friendly with kids.” He dismissively stated.

“Wow. I guess I’m just some kid. I thought I wasn’t that forgettable.” You smirked, wondering if that would steer his brain.

He only stopped when the next pedestrian light turned red.

Still not looking at you, but with a furrowed brow, he asked: “Do I know you?”

“Yep. I guess I am pretty forgettable.” You shrugged, not meeting his side looks. “I guess sneaking past the security of the highest security vehicle in the world is quite dumb.”

Is he catching on? Am I pulling this off? Or do I just look like an idiot?

It took him a second of silence and starting to cross the street to suddenly whip around in the middle of the crossing and give you a look.

“You’re my cell buffoon.” He smirked.

You gasped, feigning hurt. “Excuse Y O U. I’ll let you know that I am so much more than "entertaining”.“

You both stood there, in the middle of the street, staring at each other for a while.

"Well, this will be interesting then…” The smirk on his face told you one thing. This was just starting.

#loki #loki x reader #loki angst #loki fluff #halfrid #platonic!reader #teen!reader #loki odinson #Loki Laufeyson #Loki Friggason

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papi-chulo-arthur · 5 years

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Arthur Morgan | Relationship Alphabet

A = Activity (What they’re favourite activity is to do with you)

Arthur loves to take you horse riding. He’s a simple man that enjoys the little things in life, so if he can have you on the back of his horse, arms tucked around his waist and chest pressed up against his back, then he’s one happy man. More than that though, he loves reaching the destination. He will sit in a field with you all afternoon, sketching in his journal while you explore the surrounds.

B = Beginnings (How they act at the beginning of the relationship)

After years of being torn down, Arthur is an insecure man. You were probably the one to instigate the relationship in the first place, with Arthur thinking he wasn’t good enough for a person like you. But once Arthur realises that you genuinely have feelings for him, he spends more and more time with you. He still gives you plenty of space but quickly learns that you’d rather have him by your side.

C = Communication (How do they communication with your S/O?)

We all know Arthur is a man of few words and even though he slowly opened up to you throughout the course of your relationship, he still doesn’t know how to formulate the words to express exactly how he’s feeling. Instead, Arthur displays his emotions through actions. If he’s feeling a lot of love for you, he’ll help you with chores and hold you tightly at night. However, if he’s a little frustrated with the way things are going, he tends to distance himself.

D = Drunk (What they’re like when they’re drunk)

LEnNy? Okay, so we all know what this guy is like when he’s drunk. Although, being drunk around you puts Arthur in the mood… Big time

E = Emergency (How are they in emergency situations?)

Arthur is a smart guy. He’s been in enough terrible situations to know how to keep a level head. If your safety is at stake, or you’ve been hurt, he’s going to take every precaution not to put you in further danger. He strategizes and executes his plan. At the end of the day he wants to keep you safe and pain free. However, if you are in pain, he’s not going to leave to your side. If someone needs his help, he’s busy taking care of you. Charles wants him to go hunting? Not today, he’s taking care of you.

F = Free spot (Any canon I come up with)

Arthur is the king of oral. The way he smirks when he sees you squirming above him really gets him going. And his hands? Arthur has giant hands that are perfect to hold your hips down so his tongue can have full access.

G = Gifts (What kind of gifts do they give? What kind of gifts do they receive?)

Arthur reads people well, so they kind of gift he gives changes depending on who he’s giving it to. But Arthur loves to give you gifts. He replaced an old pen you lost with a shiny new one, he bought you a new blouse in town so you could wear it out on a date with him, hell, he even brought you back a puppy do you wouldn’t be so lonely when he wasn’t in camp. As for receiving gifts? Arthur doesn’t expect a thing. He’s always been a giver, not a taker, so something as simple as cleaning his gun for him is a real treat for this man.

H = Hugs (How they show affection/cuddle?)

ARTHUR RADIATES HEAT. It’s the truth. He is a human fireplace and that is why he is the best person to cuddle. In Winter of course Arthur knows this. He’ll lull you over to him and pull you body back against his. This man LOVES being the big spoon, kissing the top of your head and pulling the blanket around your body.

I = Irritation (What is something that irritates them? How do they show their irritation?)

It’s the little things that tend to annoy Arthur, like if someone disrespects the women in the camp, he can’t help but say something to them about it. He doesn’t aim is frustration towards you though, whoever bothered him is going to know about it and that’s all there is to it.

J = Jackpot (If they come into a large sum of money, how do they spend it?)

Arthur Morgan, the kindest human being on the Earth is going to make sure that everyone he loves is provided for. He’d give Abagail a sum of money to help out with Jack, he’d donate some to the camp funds and he’d help out people along the way.

K = Kryptonite (What is their ultimate weakness?)

If you bring Arthur a cup of coffee in the evenings and have a cuddle with him around the fire, then you’ve got the man wrapped around your finger and he will do anything, like ANYTHING for you.

L = Laughter (What makes them laugh?)

Arthur chuckles at just about anything, but he was in stitches the day he tried to teach you how to ride a horse properly. You just couldn’t get the hang of it, and he’d honestly never seen someone so bad at it in life. So while he helped you, he laughed, which only made the situation lighter and put you more at ease. You remember him clearly saying, “If you rode this horse as well as you ride me, you’d be a champion.”

M = Morning (How do they wake up in the morning?)

Arthur is an up-an-at-em kind of guy. Generally, he’s awake before you are. So, when he slides his body out past yours, he places a soft kiss to your temple and tucks you back in.

N = Needy (When do they feel particularly needy? Do they show it?)

Arthur Morgan is the opposite of a needy guy. He’s spent his entire life worrying about the livelihoods of others, so when it comes to his needs in the relationship, he always pushes them aside in order to fulfil what you need first. However, if he’s had a long day and you’re able to coax what he needs out him, then he’s more than willing to let you help.

O = Oasis (What is their happy place? Where would they go if they didn’t have anything holding them back?)

Arthur loves being out in the West. He’s at his happiest when the he’s sitting on a rock, watching as the sun burns away the stars of night and takes it rightful place in the sky. He loves how the early mornings have a refreshing chill in the air, but he loves it more when you can join him.

P = Pain (How do they handle pain? How do they handle you being in pain?)

Arthur has never been one to shy down to a fight. Over the years he’s learned how to handle the pain inflicted to him by others. A punch? Hardly feels it. Slashed by a knife? It’ll heal. But your pain is a completely different story. Arthur’s sole concern if you and if he can help take the pain away then he will.

Q = Quote (What’s a quote that fits them and your relationship?)

“Never chase love, affection or attention. If it isn’t given freely by another person, it isn’t worth having.”

R = Reunion (How do they celebrate seeing you after a long time of being apart?)

Arthur is an observer. When he rides in on his horse, he’ll silently watch you for a moment, waiting for you to spot him. When you finally lay eyes on him, he can’t take the grin from his lips. Arthur envelops you in a giant bear hug, crushing your body against his. He’ll share a tender kiss with you before slinging his arm over your shoulders and walking back to your tent with you. He wants to hear everything you have to say about what’s been happening in your life as he lays you down and puts his lips all over you.

S = Stress (What stresses them out? How do they deal with stress and how do they relieve it?)

Not much and everything seems to stress poor Arthur out. He’s dealt with so much in his life that he copes well with stress. However, he does get a little agitated when a plan’s gone wrong, but it’s nothing that taking a ride out to the woods and sketching the beauty around him can’t fix. He also likes to listen to what you have to say, finding that listening to your perspective gives him space to breath.

T = Terror (What are they afraid of?)

The only thing Arthur is afraid of is losing you. He doesn’t think his heart could take being broken again. You keep him sane, a man of higher honour than he’s used to being. He’s sure he’d end up like Swanson if he were to lose you.

U = Unique (What is a quirk that is unique to them?)

Arthur is a complete gentleman, and while this isn’t a completely unique trait, he’s one of very few men around camp that has complete respect for the women around him. He’s happy to hold anyone’s hand to help them from a platform or carry their things so that they don’t have too.

V = Violence (Do they fight a lot? Are they a good fighter? What is their fighting style?)

Arthur has been fighting all his life. The guy knows how to throw punch, block a punch and take a punch. He’s one of the better fighters around camp, although he’s not a fast as a he used to be. But, you don’t have to be fast when you’ve got his strength.

W = Wow (What do you do that really surprises them?)

Arthur will never forget the night that you set up camp, just for the two you in, in a secluded spot by the river. He’s always amazed when you give yourself to him, but you see you in all your glory while the stars twinkled above you? Oh, and the light droplets of rain that dampened your skin and matted your hair as you made love? That was an incredible evening.

X = Explicit

Arthur loves it when he’s get to relax and you take the reins. He’s happy to lean back against the wall and look up at you while you slowly ride him. His hands grip your waist perfectly, and he swears he’d got a goddess on top of him.

Y = Yucky (Is there something that grosses them out so badly they can’t handle it?)

Micah. Micah grosses Arthur out.

Z = ZZZ’s (What are their sleeping habits?)

Arthur is a light sleeper. He’s more times awake during the night than he is asleep. He does like to cuddle when he sleeps though. This man is the perfect big spoon and he knows it.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #red dead redemption #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan imagine #relationship alphabet #papi-chulo-arthur #dutch van der linde #javier escuella #charles smith

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cxptained-archived · 5 years

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I rise from the dead to write some janto cute for @blipintiime.

Torchwood don’t stray F A R from Cardiff. They’re quite content with their little pocket of the universe that seems to have more problems than anywhere else on earth, thank you very much. Cardiff and its surrounding areas at a push. SWANSEA, maybe? Either way. Never far. Never for long.

Until tonight. It’s not a full team mission. It might be. The others are on back up - though lord knows if the M4 was anything to go by it would take them hours to get here if they called - but primarily they’re on their own. Not a problem for them, of COURSE. Torchwood is still Torchwood no matter the quantity. However, Jack and Ianto have found themselves nestled somewhere in the flatlands of Norfolk. It’s not too unlike Wales. There’s a s i m i l a r amount of sheep. It’s quite a lot flatter though. And the sign posts aren’t in two languages.

Safe to say though, Norfolk isn’t somewhere close to Wales. No, it finds itself on the opposite side of the United Kingdom in fact. Far, far away from their beds. Not to worry, because Jack’s booked them a room in a LOVELY bed and breakfast nearby to their mysterious alien sightings.

It’s late when the two of them traipse in that night. They’ve been on the hunt for their suspected creature, on their feet, tracing signs and signals galore but as of yet... no luck. All Jack really wants to go to bed and rest. He’s i m m o r t a l. Doesn't need to sleep to survive but recently his body has gotten used to sleeping more nights often than not with his partner. He finds his body has fallen into SOMEWHAT of a pattern, requiring to go to bed at a certain time of night each and every night. It’s nice, almost.

So Jack checks them in, ignoring the look the elderly woman on the desk seems to give them. Out in the countryside their opinions probably D I F F E R. Twenty first century humans and their aversion to anything slightly out of the norm. Just because two guys are sharing one bed doesn’t mea--

As the door swings open, Jack’s train of thought promptly comes to an end.

Oh.

Right.

That’s why she was staring at them.

Jack already KNOWS this is the last time he gets to do anything organisational before a mission away. Before them, in this quaint little cottage style hotel is one singular, somehow smaller than their original bed in the Hub, bed. It’s T I N Y, made up with a lovely looking duvet he must admit and what could possibly be the comfiest, most e n t i c i n g looking mattress he’s EVER seen.

“Well.” Jack starts as he cocks an eyebrow. A slight wiggle of the head in what seems to be deliberation as he drops his rucksack onto the ground. “Time to cosy up?” He says, gaze turning to Ianto quite quickly. Jack has very little problems with this scenario - of course.

A wink and Jack’s already taking off his coat and slinging it HAPHAZARDLY over the chair in the corner of the room. He’s sure he can feel Ianto’s eye roll burn into the back of his head while his back is turned. It’s a cute place though, they h a v e to admit. Wooden floorboards and beams running across the ceiling. A tiny window with shutters on the outside and a quaint armchair with a lovely lace cushion to match. It’s sweet.

The captain sits on the edge of the bed and kicks off his shoes. He’s not tidy at the best of times but when he’s TIRED, he’s almost ten times worse. Those shoes stay wherever they’ve landed. Jack will find them in the morning. And instead his fingers will find the buttons of his shirt.

“Takes me back to the OLD days.” He says, the way someone would start a story that took place perhaps a decade ago. Jack however is talking only a couple of months. He refers to T H E I R old bed. Jack’s tiny quarters inside the Hub, only really made for one. They’d moved to a bigger room a little while ago now. A normal double bed available and enough room to live comfortably as a pair. It had signified the beginning of a PROPER relationship if nothing else.

Once Jack is undressed, deciding to spend the night simply in his boxers - he lays himself down. He watches as Ianto approaches the bed, and see’s the way his boyfriend attempts to formulate a PLAN. The cogs are visible as they whir in his brain and try to find the best way to fit themselves in this bed. After a few moments Jack becomes impatient.

A hand sticks out from the bed, fingers wrapping around Ianto’s wrist and with a swift TUG, pulls the younger man on top of him completely. Jack grins up at his welshman, eyes lighting up mischievously despite the exhaustion behind them. It takes a m o m e n t more of wriggling before Jack has to the duvet comfortably on top of them both.

“Seemed like it was the ONLY way, don’t you think?” Jack teases lightly.

This is not the first time the two had navigated a too small bed. The Hub had provided it’s challenges for the first month or so of their relationship. The two are more than USED to these kinds of sleeping arrangements

They chat for a while. A few quips here and there about Jack’s LACK of ability to do much of anything right unless it’s taking down an alien species. Jack watches the way that Ianto’s eye crinkle at the edges as he smiles. Takes in the way his eyes shine in such the brightest of blues. Feels how Ianto’s heart beats in TANDEM with his own as the welshman lays across his chest.

After a while, the pair have grown silent. The lights have been turned off and there’s little movement from the man on top of him.

“Asleep?” Jack whispers into the darkness. He wouldn’t be surprised if he were.

“No.” Ianto answers in return. Jack feels his head shift against his shoulder, obviously looking up towards his partner in some capacity.

BLINDLY, the captain moves his hand slowly, until fingers connect with soft skin of Ianto’s cheek. He slides them across gently, e n c o m p a s s i n g his boyfriend's face after a moment and drawing him in.

The kiss that follows is soft and tender. Lips graze against each in what feels like slow motion as they take breaths at the PERFECT moments and meet once again without confusion. Jack, in the dark, can take every moment to simply memorise how Ianto FEELS against his body rather than how he looks.

THOUGH THAT’S PRETTY PERFECT TOO.

There’s a weight against his chest of Ianto’s body on top of his own that grounds him so perfectly. Their legs have TANGLED together without meaning too. Jack’s arms have found themselves crossed and draped over his boyfriend’s back. Once they break apart as a gently as they have come together, Ianto’s hair t i c k l e s Jack’s nose as his head goes down, and there’s a nose that doesn’t belong to him, pushed into the crook of his neck.

Jack will, in his DARKEST moments, remember this night.

And, as he feels the Welshman grow a little heavier against him as sleep takes a hold, he will remember not what it felt like to LOVE Ianto Jones - but what it felt like to be loved BY him.

A perfect man.

HIS perfect man.

#blipintiime; i spent my whole life running then one day all of the sudden there was you #janto; can we maybe drop the 'sir' now?#ianto jones; i take it all back but not him!#self; used to be a poster boy when i was a kid

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tamaki-amajiki-is-my-baby · 5 years

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Shigadabi Headcanons

(This is a l o n g b o i)

- Dabi is that annoying ass bf who uses corny lines just to piss Tomura off.

“What're u lookin at”

“Somethin handsome”

“>:(”

- Tomura's really ticklish. He just doesn't know what's going on.

- He's also really touchy

Not just cuz he's a touchy guy n really touch starved, but because he knows it actually makes Tomura feel more safe.

If Dabi just gets close and takes his shirt sleeve into his hand while they're crossing the street, it makes Tomura feel much more safe.

Tomura doesn't really trust himself despite what he tries to make himself think.

He doesn't like holding hands though. Even with gloves on.

We'll get into that one later on

- the nicest Shigaraki is is probably when a co-op game is going exactly how he wants it to, when he's drunk, or when he's exhausted.

But the second he dies it's game over for Dabi's eardrums too.

- Dabi finds it funny how Shigaraki's personality changes after a few drinks.

To document it, he says “this is your last one” every time Tomura yells him to get him another one and then writes down Tomura's response.

It usually goes something like

“I hate you”

“that ain't fuckin' fair”

“Noooo :((((”

“Meanie >:(”

- Tomura gets real cuddly when he's asleep.

You can't be not moving within an arm's length if you don't want him to grab you.

If you're standing by the couch, he'll try n grab your shirttail or sleeve or something like that.

He'll lean on you and you're stuck then, he'll grab on and not let go if you try to move.

This goes for anyone, even outside of the LoV if it so happens.

Dabi loves this n toltally takes a bunch of pictures and makes Toga send him the ones she takes.

Tomura's favorite cuddle position is either being a smol spoon or laying ontop of Dabi, with Dabi's arm around him.

Everything just to be close and to feel safe, because Shigaraki hates to sleep, and he feels vulnerable.

Dabi thinks that's because of AfO and wonders if Tomura would be that cuddly all the time if he grew up with someone else, he was doing it unconsciously.

- speaking of sleep habits, Shigaraki sleeps with a blanket.

Not with naps, those're fine. He can get through an hour and a half or so.

But he actually can't get to sleep, real sleep, without his blanket.

It's just small and blue with lil white and light yellow bunnies on it, he's had it since he was real little.

The only time he won't really sleep without it is if he has at least three stuffed animals around him. No less.

He's exhausted and none of this can be provided? He's not having a good sleep and he's barely comfortable.

- it's so fascinating to Dabi what having a bad childhood can do to you.

He thought that his was the worst until he learnt of Tomura because, unlike Tomura, Dabi actually /had/ a childhood. He was quickly tossed to the side after his father learned his qhirk hurt him but he still grew to be about 15 in that household, with three younger siblings to give a bunch of love and support to, of whom also give a lot back. They went to the park, to the movies, school. They were neglected but that meant Dabi could sneak them out to have some fun.

Tomura didn't have anything after he got his quirk. He killed his entire family then was wandering the streets for who knows how long. Who knows what he whitnessed and went through in that time. Then who knows what happened after he was picked up by AfO. That scar on his finger posed quite a few questions.

Dabi had a childhood still, even if a good amount was taken. Shigaraki's was ripped away from him and he didn't get more than 4 years of it, maybe a bit less.

That's why he acted so childish all the time.

- Dogs are probably the things Tomura hates the least.

If he sees a smol doggo on the side of the road he will want to pet it and he will do anything it takes to achieve his goal. He'll usually pull his sleeve down over his hand if it's long enough, or just use the knuckle of his pointer finger.

But if he sees a corgi he'll probably cry.

It's not the biggest c r y, but like he's reminded of the dog he had when he was little and he can't handle being reminded of that experience.

Big doggos scare him.

- Dabi has considered taking him to a shelter, just so he can inteact. They'll adopt if they want, but Shigaraki mostly just enjoys going so he van have a fun time with the doggos.

- Tomura has a habit of getting lost while they're in a group.

Are they in the mall and pass by a GameStop? Tomura's gonna turn into that store, you can't stop him.

He always turns into arcades and play parks too.

Dabi never let's him though.

C'mon man let the kid have some fun >:(

- despite what you nay think, Dabi has a bunch of chapsticks on him at all times and he throws them at Tomura whenever he picks at his lips.

The further into the day it gets, the more he picks, the more force behind the blows.

- Dabi has a rainbow blanket tha the often uses to, as Tomura puts it, assault Shigaraki.

He'll throw it at him then kiss him when he pulls the blanket down, sling it over him with both ends in his hand so he can pull Tomura close n kiss him.

Gay shit like that.

- Dabi's more open about it — their relationship and his sexuality — than Tomura. He doesn't care. He'll say it if someone's looking at them weird or just looking at Tomura (bcus Dabi thinks it's bcos he's hot even though that's not why people are looking at him. Dabi he looks like a hobo calm down)

Tomura, though, doesn't say anything. Even if people ask. He's not exactly self-conscious or nervous or anything, he's just not one of those 'outwardly gay' people. Example, the op.

- Dabi does a lot of things to Tomura when he's asleep, since he's a deep sleeper.

Examples:

Cut his nails

Put ChapStick on

Brush his hair

And many more that Tomura will not do by himself.

- Okay so I saved this one for last because it's a long one.

We were at about 975 words before this one, and the toltal word count now that I've finished is about 1719, so this is a long boi.

Tomura doesn't like his hands getting anywhere near Dabi.

He isn't as cautious around anyone else and he really wasn't round Dabi till he realized how gay he was.

As most people know already, when Tomura's Quirk manifested, he killed everyone in his family present at the time. Maybe one or two was an accident, but he was so young and he most likely panicked and got scared. He did all of that with his hands, he caused so much destruction with his hands.

My headcanon is thay it manifested while he was lovin his corgi dog with his sister across the room. Of course, that's going to cause them both to scream and she ran over. Tomura probably didn't even know what had happened, how it happened, or how he'd caused it at that point, so he tried to grab onto her. That didn't work very well.

Screams alerted most in the house and Shigaraki, well, Shimura in this case, fit it together that it was his hands that caused it.

He couldn't understand what was happening or the true weight of the situation but he knew he was in some huge trouble.

Tenko didn't look back, just trying to shut up and do anything he could.

He didn't even have time to grab anything from his home, once everything had been done. The rush of adrenaline, fear, and panic were keeping him doing what he was doing but now that he was really understanding whay was going on, what he'd just done, what'd just happened, why it looked like he'd just dipped his arms and chest and face in paint.

And he ran.

He hated his Quirk for a while before he was groomed to realize he could use it for reasons not so hurtful to him. Before that, though, he tried on multiple occasions after learning how his Quirk really worked to slice his finger off.

He got the idea back when he found a documentary on the ‘Shimura Family Massacre.’ All he got from AfO was some 'reassuring words' and a hand on his shoulder.

He got to the bone one time, because AfO wasn't home to stop him, but he didn't have a good enough knife to get through it and all the really good and sharp Japanese knives were hidden and/or out of his reach.

Shigaraki shut himself off. When he slowly started letting himself feel emotions again, in the form of gaming and things of that nature, he still didn't let himself get close to anyone. Sure it happened unconsciously, he didn't realize the dependence or care for AfO until he was ripped away.

He didn't realize the little care that started to build up among the league either.

But Dabi was the one to really break that one, he blew it out of the fucking park, and Tomura feels... Really scared around him.

He's scared to love and get attached because he's sared that something like the massacre in his home will happen again.

He doesn't want to hurt Dabi.

It took him a really long time to even get that close to him.

When he really got into a relationship with Dabi was when he started wearing his gloves again. They're the ones digital artists use.

Tomura is really touch starved and is glad Dabi can provide hugs n cuddles n shit.

It took Tomura an even longer time to start hugging or snuggling back, but he'd still rip his hand away whenever Dabi tried to hold it — even if he was wearing gloves.

But he is slowly getting better at it.

Dabi linked their pinky fingers when they were at a bus stop (he fuggin held on so tight so Tomura wouldn't jerk away).

Tomura looked up at him and gave him the most fearful look, and it fucking shattered Dabi's heart.

He didn't let it show though, he just smiled a little and said “See? It's okay.”

They've been getting better bit by bit since then.

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suckasstakenames · 5 years

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Craig and Those Guys Week: Day 2 - Camping 🏕

This one is from Token’s POV! Enjoy!

As part of @craigandthoseguys-week

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“- and then…he DIED.”

“Clyde, that’s not a ghost story. That’s something you saw on 1000 Ways To Die.”

Telling ghost stories around the camp fire at 2am; that’s where this night has ended up. Clyde, Craig, Tweek, Jimmy and I had decided to spontaneously set up a tent in the woods around Stark’s Pond. It was pretty abandoned during these hours and we weren’t likely to be disturbed, so we brought beer, smokes and junk food, and set up a boy’s night. We’d been sitting on deck chairs in our PJ’s around a portable camp fire that my dad had lent to us, breathing it the humid summer air (and tobacco smoke), catching up on everything that had happened since we last met. And then Jimmy brought up how telling ghost stories was part of 'the traditional camping experience', and here we are. Tweek didn’t even flinch, that’s when you know Clyde is telling a terrible ghost story.

Time to interfere.

I grabbed the torch from the floor next to my chair and shone it onto my face, briefly flickering it for dramatic effect.

“Have you heard about the tale of Mr Bennigen?” I whisper huskily.

“Who?” Craig says bluntly.

“He was a man who lived in South Park 47 years ago. He lived by the church.”

“Father Maxi’s church???” Tweek squeaks.

“The very same one. He had a habit of wandering the streets late at night, and it used to upset his wife because she thought he was meeting hookers or something. His marriage was rocky, to say the least.”

“Like most marriages in this t-t-t-town. Go on.” Jimmy jokes.

“Well, one night he told his wife he was going for a walk in the woods. And as usual, she got pissed off and they argued. So he stormed out of the house. BUT...she followed him. And unsuspectedly, while he was looking out over Stark’s Pond, she approached him from behind and pushed him into the water, screaming ’No more!!'. What she didn’t know, was that her husband couldn’t swim……and he drowned to his death right there and then.”

Craig blinks. “…and?”

“It doesn’t stop there. A year passes, and his wife pays a visit to his grave one evening. While walking back home, she was grabbed by the hair by an unknown force and dragged into the woods of Starks Pond…..and she was never seen again…......true story.”

A moment of silence falls onto the other guys, before we get a very expected reaction.

“GAAAAAH-HA-HAAAAA” Tweek yells in horror. “True story?!? What do you mean true story?!? We’re at Starks Pond right now!! Oh god!!”

“Geez thanks Token.” Craig groans. "Any chance of Tweek getting even the slightest amount of sleep tonight has flown right out of the fucking window.”

“Now that’s a g-g-ghost story.” Jimmy applauds me.

“…d-did she drown? or did she really just...v-vanish out of thin air?” Clyde’s on the edge of his seat; I can tell I really freaked him out.

“I have no idea.” I tell him. “You’ll have to look up the article to find out.”

“So it IS true???!!!??” Tweek cries.

“Don’t worry, ghosts aren’t real.” Craig tries to comfort him, but it doesn’t seem to help much. Tweek flinches as soon as Craig places a hand on his knee.

“You look like you need another b-beer, C-Clyde.” Jimmy says, picking up a bottle and handing it to him.

“Damn right. This shit creeps me out man…you never know whether these stories are really true or not.”

“Well, we’ll know if it’s true if you get dragged into the water by a mysterious force.” Craig jests, looking at Clyde.

“Shut the fuck up!! Why would it come for me??” Clyde protests.

“Because you’re the fuckboy. And fuckboys always die first in horror films.” Craig says savagely.

“Actually I’m pretty sure the minority in the group always gets it first-” I spit the truth.

“He’s n-not wrong...” Jimmy agrees.

“Exactly CRAIG.” Clyde pouts.

“-but when the minority doesn’t die first it’s usually the manwhore.” I continue.

“TOKEN.”

Suddenly we’re interrupted by a loud rustle coming from a bush nearby. We all turn our heads in alarm.

“What was that?!” Tweek scurries behind his deck chair to hide.

Craig isn’t too fazed, but still raises an eyebrow. “Probably just a fox or something.”

“Or it’s Mr B-B-Bennigan…” Jimmy chuckles.

“STOP IT!! GHHHH”

A moment later, a howl in the distance distracts us once again. Tweek lets out a high pitched scream and jumps on Craig’s knee, clinging to him Scooby Doo style.

“You’re something else Tweek.” I titter.

“This might be a good time to retreat to the tent for the night…” Craig huffs from underneath a trembling Tweek.

“R-retreat, he says…” Jimmy looks over to Craig. “Sounds like someone else sees a p-p-p-potential threat in the woods.”

“Fuck off Jimmy.” He snaps. “It’s an animal…we’re surrounded by them. If it was a ghost guy I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t be fucking howling like a dog.”

After a little while we started to grab some our stuff and head towards the tent. I was in the middle of packing up the deck chairs when I heard an unfamiliar voice in the distance. The only other voices were Craig and Tweek bickering about something I wasn’t really listening to. This voice was deep and husky, and sounded like it was mumbling to itself. Separating myself slightly from the group, I walk closer to the woods to peer through the trees and investigate. I can just make out a shadow shuffling towards us; tall, lanky and wearing a long coat.

I decide to address him since he was heading in my direction anyway. “...you okay there sir?”

The man stops, looking directly at me. He’s now close enough that I can make out some rough sideburns and a bushy beard. He doesn’t say a word, just continuing to stare.

I try once again. “Uhh…...sir?”

No answer. Just a continuous death glare. It sent shivers down my spine.

A sudden tap on my shoulder makes me abruptly whirl around. It’s Clyde.

“Who are you talking to dude?” He asks.

“I saw someone coming over here so I-“ I turn back around to show him. He was gone. Completely vanished. Typical horror movie cliche…

“Someone came over here?” Clyde looks past me curiously. “Where?”

“…he was right there. Staring at me. I swear…”

Clyde smacks my arm in annoyance. “Dude, stop! The Mr Bennigan story was enough for me tonight!”

…oh I see. He thinks I’m joking.

“No Clyde! I honestly just saw-“

“I’m exhausted as fuck. Come help me put away the fire pit.”

I try and shake off the weird encounter before going over to help Clyde put out the camp fire. We’re just about finish and Craig was already in the tent.

“Tweek I already unrolled your sleeping bag.” He shouts from inside as me Clyde and Jimmy wrap everything up.

“Thanks man, do you think you could--“ Tweek stops mid sentence, and an odd silence follows.

“Do you think I could what?” Craig replies, poking his head out of the tent. I happen to look over to him first, and the look on his face was what spurred me to check on Tweek.

Tweek was stood with his back to us, staring upwards at a tall, lanky homeless man. The very same guy I just saw in the woods.

I quietly get Clyde and Jimmy’s attention and then all four of us are solely focused on Tweek. We stay silent and still, as if the man were a wild bear that mustn’t be disturbed.

The man opens his mouth. “…no…more…” he croaks.

That’s all it took. Tweek screamed louder than he’d ever screamed in his life, which then caused Clyde to scream just as loud. Tweek turned and darted towards the tent at lightening speed, bowling into Craig and sending him flying backwards with a thud. Clyde hid himself behind me, gripping tightly to my shirt as Jimmy and I started to back away from the man.

He turned his focus to us and took a couple slow steps towards us. “No….more…?”

Clyde shrieks again, pulling me so tightly that I fall backwards onto my behind, knocking over Clyde himself. The two of us scurry into the tent as fast as our legs could take us, with Jimmy shuffling closely behind. Eventually he jumps in and I zip up the hole so the man couldn’t come in.

“It’s ok you guys…leave the c-cripple behind and s-s-save yourselves…” Jimmy exhales.

“SHHH!” Clyde shushes him. The man was still outside, but I don’t know what being quiet would do. He saw us come in here….

We do it anyway, and we see the man’s shadow shuffling around the outside of the tent. He’s quietly grumbling something unintelligible to himself. Thank god the zip is on the inside…

Eventually he walks away from the area and we’re finally safe. I turn to the guys; Jimmy is next to me sprawled on the floor on his back, Tweek is clinging to Craig and trembling, and Clyde has completely hidden himself inside his Terrance and Phillip sleeping bag.

“…is he gone?!” Clyde emerges slightly.

“I think so…” I say. “Damn that was creepy…”

Craig rolls his eyes. “…you guys know it was just a homeless dude, right?”

“What if it was Mr Bennigan?!?” Tweek cries. “He was saying ‘no more’…just like in the story!!!”

Craig shrugs. “He probably meant if we had eaten all of our food.”

“We could’ve g-g-given him something…” says Jimmy.

“We didn’t have anything left. Clyde ate all the potato chips.” I try and lighten the mood a little.

“Did not!!” Clyde snaps in return.

“A homeless guy huh…” Tweek calms down a little, letting go of Craig and crawling over to his sleeping bag. “…m-maybe you’re right...”

“Exactly.” Craig comforts. “You think you’re gonna be able to sleep ok?”

“Ngh, maybe in like...3 hours.” Tweek curls up into a ball. Craig walks over to his own sleeping bag, placing it directly next to Tweek and climbing in, before slinging his arm over his boyfriend so that he’s spooning him.

The rest of us follow suit and get into our own sleeping bags to get comfortable for the night. I look at my watch as I’m taking it off my wrist; it’s almost 4am, not a time I’m very used to seeing. It’s only ever when I’m with the guys that I stay up past midnight. I turn onto my front and nestled my head into the pillow, closing my eyes with relative ease.

About 5 minutes later, I hear some rustling coming from my left side. “…....pssst. Token.”

“…what is it Clyde?”

“….do you think Mr Bennigan likes Doritos?” He whispers, crunching on some.

“I don’t know. You should ask him next time. G’night.”

“Okay……night Token……………night Mr Bennigan.”

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365daysofsasuhina · 5 years

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day One Hundred Ninety-Four: A Label You Hate ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina, vulgarity ] [ Verse: A Light Amongst Shadows ] [ AO3 Link ]

He tries not to let it bother him.

In truth, when it comes to himself, Sasuke couldn’t care less what people think of him, what they call him, what they blame him for. He made peace with his own decisions as he made them. Even after all was said and done, there’s little he regrets. And that which he does, he knows there was no avoiding. The confrontation with Itachi was almost destined: he had no means to know Itachi’s truth, and therefore reasons to rescind his vow of vengeance upon his brother.

His actions after leaving Konoha - joining Orochimaru, aiding Obito, trying to wipe the Kage slate clean - have been questioned and scrutinized since they came to light. But though they weren’t the best path, Sasuke also knows it was one he had to walk.

And it’s not like he’s not attempting to make amends. True, he’d planned to travel, watch the world be reborn, and see what changes he himself could make with his new power. But in the end...he came back. Itachi’s return, his niece and nephew, and Shisui’s revelation of life all but solidified his intentions: if this is where his family is to be, then...he’ll be here too.

He hasn’t fully come to trust and feel comfortable in his birth village yet. Those responsible for the Uchiha massacre are all either dead, or stripped of power. And they, in truth, were the true roots of evil in Konoha.

...but he knows there are more.

There will always be more.

But, for now...Konoha is home once again. It’s where his brother’s family and his cousin remain. And though Sasuke has plans to help reshape Konoha from the inside alongside Itachi’s ANBU, he knows that will be a long road he’ll likely have to walk for the rest of his life. But he’s patient.

...but if anything happens to those he has left - if Konoha lifts a hand against them - he won’t hesitate to remove it. And then burn the rest to the ground. He’s paid far too much into this place to tolerate anything further against them. The Uchiha have more than paid their dues. Should anyone attempt to take anything else...Sasuke will not stand for it.

But it hasn’t all been easy. His agemates are still wary, even his team...which he can’t blame them for. The village as a whole - even after Itachi’s pardon by Kakashi - still mostly glower at any who dare to wear the Uchiha fan and flame.

When it comes to anyone giving him lip, Sasuke just brushes it off. Everyone knows he’s far too powerful to actually stand up against...but that doesn’t mean they don’t risk trying to push his boundaries just shy of his breaking point. He could swat them like flies...but he won’t. Words can’t hurt him. Little petty actions, either. The only thing he’d make a fuss over is anyone doing the same to his family.

...and they do.

Itachi - for reasons Sasuke feels he only partially understands - is rarely out in public. He’s either at home in the manor with his family, or at work. The younger brother assumes it’s to avoid the jeering and muttering, but he also figures Itachi cares little for anyone’s opinion. After all...he spent nearly a decade being hated by nearly everyone. Surely by now he’s numb to it.

But what truly pisses Sasuke off more than anything...are the accusations people throw at his brother.

Namely one label in particular: traitor.

Oh, how it boils his blood…! By now, everyone knows the story - the one Kakashi told when pardoning Itachi in the first place. The truth behind the massacre, Itachi’s mission, and the reasons behind his actions. Everyone knows he’s not really a traitor. Everything - even his death - was for the good of this thankless, petty village! Even now he serves them in the shadows within ANBU as he did before the fall of his clan.

So why…?! Why do they still regard him so? He only did what he was told - what their precious Konoha dictated to him, a boy with the world on his shoulders at thirteen. Manipulated not only by Konoha’s Kage and council, but the shadowy leader of Akatsuki. Sasuke knows more than anyone that the gentle boy Itachi had been wanted anything but such violence...but he had been led to believe it was the only way.

Sasuke can’t help but wonder if some kind of shame makes his brother hide as he does. Shame at falling for the tricks of those older than him. Shame at taking a route that may not have been as necessary as he’d been made to believe. Shame at having that truth exposed.

But his wife is right...if they are to truly clear the slate within Konoha, the Uchiha’s truth must be brought to light. If for no one else...then for the sake of their children. The past cannot be allowed to be repeated.

Or forgotten.

Itachi’s begged Sasuke not to lose his temper for his sake. But Sasuke now lives for one thing, and one thing only...and that is his family. The few shreds of it he has left.

But given Itachi’s insistence...he has no one to vent his frustrations to.

Well...almost no one.

“I just don’t get it,” he seethes one afternoon. “These people are so ungrateful…! If it wasn’t for Itachi and his sacrifices, there would have been civil war! So many more people would have died! And with Konoha weakened from the inside, it would be all too easy for the other lands to start yet another war trying to claim Hi no Kuni with it vulnerable!”

Across from him, brows wilted in a mix of concern and sympathy, Hinata just...sits and listens. The pair are currently seated at an outdoor table out front of a small cafe. Their blooming friendship - born out of things like the Hyūga and Uchiha alliance, and the rest of team seven making them third and fourth wheels - means that she’s one of, if not the only, person beyond his family he feels he can truly talk to.

“Bunch of ungrateful pricks,” he scowls, head held in a hand as he leans on the table with an elbow. “And Itachi just...takes it! Doesn’t say a word, lift a finger!”

“Well…” Hinata offers softly. “Neither do you, when it comes to people insulting you.”

“That’s because I actually was a bit of a bastard for a while,” Sasuke mutters. “And I’m not afraid of them. But Itachi...his choices weren’t like mine. All of them - all of them - were selfless. It just…!”

Giving a soft smile of understanding, Hinata reaches across the table and rests a hand atop Sasuke’s. His uncovered eye flickers to it, but he doesn’t move to pull away. “...I think it’s very telling about you that you feel so strongly for your brother this way. You want justice and fair treatment for him. That’s a v-very noble thing. But...I think Itachi has a point. Reacting and fighting back won’t change many - if any - minds. The only thing it would l-likely do is make them resent him all the more. Call him reactionary, unstable, violent...if he says he can handle it, then I believe him.”

“He shouldn’t have to…”

“I know...I certainly don’t agree with it. But at the same time...you have to pick and choose your battles. If something serious were to happen, I’m sure Itachi would act. Until then...he knows his limits, and he’ll keep to them.”

Sasuke heaves a curt sigh. “...sometimes I wish we could leave.”

“...you do?”

“I do.” Rather than move his hand still covered by Hinata’s, he shifts his posture and gestures with the other. “...this village hasn’t really been home for a long time. Just...a place to be. The only thing keeping me here is my family. And honestly…? If I could convince them to leave, I would. Take them somewhere where they wouldn’t have to suffer this abuse. Any of them. Even Shisui gets it, and he didn’t do a damn thing wrong! And Itachi’s wife, their kids…” Teeth grit in a snarl. “They don’t deserve this.”

“...and you do?”

...he has no retort for that.

“I think...the best thing you can do is keep leading by example. Be the bigger person. Where people sling mud, stay your hand. Where people curse your name, hold your tongue. Prove that you’re not what they think you are. It might not convince everyone...but I’m sure some will, in time, come to realize who you all r-really are.”

Rather than reply, Sasuke just sighs, form wilting a hair.

“...after all...I think you’re all good people. True, you’ve made some poor decisions...but in a lot of ways, you didn’t have any choice. And you did what you felt you had to for the g-greater good. Life is full of difficult choices. And no one makes the right ones all the time. Not even those everyone praises. You’re trying to better yourself, and your village, and this world. That is what matters. The only opinion you should worry about is your own. And I’m sure Itachi feels the same. Someday...things will get better. I’m sure of it.”

“...I hope so.”

Giving him a warm smile, the pair lapse into a quiet pause...and then Hinata realizes she’s still holding his hand. Going a bit pink, she carefully retrieves it. “S...sorry.”

“...nothing to apologize for, Hyūga.”

“Will you ever start calling me Hinata?”

“...one of these days,” he assures her, biting back a smile at her pout. “...but hey...thanks for listening. I know I bitch a lot. But I guess no one else wants to hear it.”

“I understand. And I’m glad you t-trust me enough to talk to me,” Hinata assures him gently.

“Right now, you’re about the only friend I’ve got.”

That...takes her by surprise.

Realizing he’s maybe said a bit too much, he glances aside, the tips of his ears pink. “...anyway...I should probably let you go. You’re a busy woman these days, right?”

“Well...yes,” she admits. “But...I’ve always got time for you, Sasuke-kun.”

“...same goes for you.” Refusing to let her pay her tab, he watches her get up and leave, not yet feeling like rising himself. A long sigh escapes his nose. He always feels so much...calmer after talking with her. She’s a good listener...reminds him a bit of Itachi’s wife. Must be why they’re such good friends.

Maybe she’s right...maybe he takes this all too seriously. But anger was his guiding emotion for so long...letting go of it isn’t so easy. And what better way to vent it than in defense of his family?

...he’ll try to rein it in. See if it makes a difference in how...irritated he gets at times. It’ll still likely piss him off - he can’t just not hate people badmouthing his family. But he’ll try to be a bit more like his brother.

He can’t help but hope she’s right.

.oOo.

Welp, more random ALAS stuff! Sasuke and Hinata having a little chit chat regarding Konoha's continued poor treatment of the Uchiha. That's a major factor in the post-699 arc of ALAS...but it goes far beyond some glaring and insult muttering. So HInata's advice, sadly, won't cut it for everyone...some are just a little too hateful. And a little too dangerous. But we've got a lil fluff amidst the angst! So maybe it's not quite so bad, lol - cute lil awkward beans! Anyway, it's late, so I'ma go call it a night. Thanks for reading!

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #vulgarity //#a light amongst shadows [ canon verse ]#365daysofsasuhina

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detention • bill denbrough

requested bill x reader : )

warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, i think some sexual themes, and georgie denbrough: wingman of the century

this is like 3.5k god

[losers + reader are 17 in this]

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as you lean forward on your arms and suppress a groan, you silently wish you could be anywhere else right now. you're stuck sitting in detention, the white room empty except for the teacher lounging up front and two other students. you're staring at the clock, willing for it to hurry up and hit 4:30 so you can leave already. it's only 3:16. you groan quietly, wishing you'd never been caught scribbling graffiti in the bathroom.

you start to itch because you can basically feel eyes burning holes into the back of your head and you know it's from bill denbrough because the only other student in detention was bill's friend beverly marsh, who was dead-asleep in her seat next to bill.

you fucking loathed bill denbrough, although you didn't talk to him almost ever. you're not totally sure why, maybe it's his stupid confidence, his loud friend group (although they're all pretty nice), the fact that he's captain of the baseball team, or just because of the way he treats you. frankly, everybody that you know loves him, and that alone gives you enough motivation to resent him.

you'd met him freshman year in your shared algebra class and you'd thought he was really cute, until you heard him open his mouth. it was long ago enough that you don't remember what he'd said, but he'd made an offhand comment about you that had embarrassed you in front of the whole class. even though you can't remember what he'd said, you remember how you felt and his stupid fucking smirk and you're still very bitter.

so, you throw him glares whenever you see him - in the halls, at football games, and especially at parties after you've had a few too many fireball shots. you even stopped going to the pool where he works as a lifeguard during the summers. you don't feel bad when you say rude things to or about him because it's not like bill has ever treated you with an ounce of respect.

bev letting out a soft snore makes you snap out of your thoughts. she was actually pretty great - you'd shared a smoke with her and richie tozier a few times, so if she were awake you might've talked with her. but she's out cold, so your only options are talking to bill, trying to talk to the teacher who's name you didn't even know, or staying silent and waiting until you could leave.

looks like you're going mute until 4:30.

suddenly you feel something light hit your shoulder and you look down to see a wadded gum wrapper. you roll your eyes but don't say anything, even when you hear a soft snicker and feel another soft thud.

"alright, i gotta go use the john. i'll be right back, so don't try to pull anything fast on me." the teacher announces a few minutes later, dropping his book onto the desk loud enough to jolt beverly awake. you snort when you see her wipe her mouth with the corner of her sleeve. "and you can talk to each other, you know. this isn't breakfast club." the teacher says with a smile that makes you want to punch him.

as soon as the teacher's gone, beverly's up on her feet, slinging her bag onto her shoulder. "right, well this is kind of my window of opportunity. i'm gonna dip, later billy. bye, y/n." she says, saluting the both of you before walking straight out of the room.

your jaw drops. "can she do that?" you ask in bewilderment as the door closes. you don't even care that it's bill you're speaking to.

you hear bill laugh, "we c-can do a-anything. it's called confidence. but i guess y-you wouldn't kn-know." he taunts, his voice snarky. you roll your eyes, "well i don't see you walking out with her." you mumble, leaning back in your chair but refusing to turn around and look at him. you'd probably hit him if you had to see that stupid fucking smirk. or those green fucking eyes. or those fucking muscles.

"well if i left now, i'd b-be robbed of some q-quality time with such p-pleasant company." he says, voice dripping with sarcasm. god, you loathed him.

"shut the fuck up, bill. you're such a dick." you spit out, mumbling the last part as you glare at the door, wishing the teacher would come back soon.

"r-right. i forgot you were so s-sensitive." he snarks. you roll your eyes. he's such a prick. "well you're a douchebag. you're so fucking immature! who throws wrappers? this isn't third fucking grade." you spit, spinning fully in your chair to face him.

his feet are kicked up on the desk in front of him, his green hoodie bringing out his eyes. holy shit. your throat goes momentarily dry. you resent him so much but shit, he is so fucking hot.

"that was bev, not me." he says casually, a smirk playing on his lips. you pretend not to notice his dimple or his hair, glinting under the ugly fluorescent lights. "she was asleep!" you hiss in utter disbelief that he would try such a blatant lie. he just laughs with a shrug, his mouth opening to retort, but the door opens and the teacher comes back in.

you spin back around, looking to the teacher as he frowns, "where's marsh?" he asks, becoming increasingly angrier. "who, sir?" bill pipes up. you can practically hear his smirk. "it's a-always just been us."

the man frowns, glaring at the two of you. "don't move." he says, pointing at bill and you before turning on his heel to leave again, storming off to try and find bev. you blink, "well that was a freebie."

you hear bill snort. "he's never going to f-find her."

you nod, smiling a bit. "yeah, no way. he's probably going to give up soon. teachers always get tired of this shit."

"well they're not paid enough." bill says and you hear him moving behind you. your eyebrows raise, shocked that he'd say something so... sensible. you kind of just assumed he was a meat head who only cared about himself. bill stands, walking over to where you sit on top of your desk. he leans against the one across the aisle from you.

"that's true. maybe i should leave, just to get out of his hair." you joke. he snorts, running a hand through his hair.

"i m-mean, i'm sure he's g-going to be gone until f-four thirty. he p-probably wouldn't even n-notice." bill plays along. you try not to let yourself fall into what you assume is some dumb trap - but you find yourself liking talking to him. he's still fucking annoying, though. "knowing y-you, you'd probably s-snitch, though." he says with a grin.

you glare at him, "that was one time, two years ago. get over yourself." you spit, a teasing lilt to your voice. he rolls his eyes. "s-says you, y/l/n."

you scowl again as he smirks. "and what's that supposed to mean?" you asks, your lips slightly curling and your attitude giving way to his teasing glance. he just shrugs, "n-nevermind. you know, b-besides the chronic s-sarcasm, st-stubborness, selfishness, and p-pessimism, you're not bad, y/n." he says, looking at you with inquisitive eyes. you snort, "gee, you really know how to make a girl swoon, bill."

he raises his eyebrows as if to prove his point and you have to look away before he catches on to your blush. "yeah, well. i'm still not too sure about you." you bite back, holding back a smile. he chuckles, his smile genuine and kind of making your stomach flutter. you almost punch yourself in the stomach for its betrayal. "what d-do i have to do to p-prove to you, y/n?" he whispers, pushing himself off the desk and taking a step towards you. you raise an eyebrow - if you didn't know any better, you'd say he was flirting. you hum, tapping your fingers on your thighs. "you can give me a ride home. i don't want to walk." you say with a lifted eyebrow. he may be annoying, but he has a car and you don't want to get caught, you figure he'll be a quick getaway. he grins, walking to grab his backpack. "l-lets go then, princess." he says sarcastically, making you flip him off, bending over to grab your bag and hide your blush.

bill's car is littered with empty energy drink cans, an empty fanny pack that he insisted wasn't his after your intense bullying, and his baseball bat bag in the back. he drives with one arm on the wheel and one on the center console, music playing quietly. it's a little awkward because every time one of you speaks, the other rolls their eyes and quips back something rude.

you're giving him directions but he doesn't really seem to be listening. suddenly he gets into the right lane and you sit up, looking at him like he's crazy. "my house is over there, bill." you say, pointing to the left as he turns right. he nods, keeping his eyes on the road, "sorry, w-we've got to m-make a quick st-stop."

you look at him incredulously. "what? i have my phone, you know. people will know how to track me if you murder me."

he laughs, the warm sun glinting his hair and making it glow more auburn than usual. "y-yeah, whatever. it w-won't take long. if its th-that bad, i'll buy you a m-milkshake." he reasons with an eye roll.

you knew he was being sarcastic, but you wanted to make him pay, literally, for wasting your time. "fine, but i'm getting a large. and i'm not joking." you say as he parks the car. "fine. w-whatever gets you to sh-shut up." he mutters. you snort in annoyance, looking out the window as he pulls up to an elementary school. what the hell? he lifts his brows, "but i th-thought you wanted to g-get away from me as q-quick as possible." he says with a smirk. you shrug. "free ice cream is free ice cream, no matter how shitty the company." you say with an innocent smile. he rolls his eyes but the teasing look in his eyes remains as he shakes his head at you. "y-you asshole."

you have to turn your head to conceal your grin.

it's silent in bill's car so you almost jump when hands slam against your window, making you squeal in surprise as you look up from your phone and your eyes meet another pair. "who are you?" the boy on the outside of the car asks, voice muffled by the window barrier. he can't be more than ten, and has sandy brown hair and a fucking adorable grin. you blink as bill rolls your window down, "g-get in the b-back, georgie." he says, the boy immediately obliging and jumping into the back with energy.

bill looks at you, his cheeks slightly pink and you try not to let yourself like him a little more now that you know that he picks his little brother up from school. kind of sweet for a boy like bill. certainly unexpected.

"who are you?" georgie asks again, staring at you with curious doe eyes. you smile awkwardly. "um, i'm y/n. w-we go to school together." you gesture to bill awkwardly.

"th-this is my brother georgie." bill explains, gesturing to the back as he pulls out of the parking spot. you nod at the obvious statement. "obviously. guess it's good to know you're not just kidnapping some kid." you mumble, making bill laugh. you grin despite yourself. georgie perks up, not having heard what you said. "what's so funny, billy? is it y/n?" he asks, pronouncing your name slightly wrong. you smile, lifting a brow at bill.

something about this car ride is making you see him in a new light - bill listens so intently to what georgie says, who in turn asks a million questions about bill's day and even yours. it's cute, their relationship.

when he pulls ups outside of what you assume is the denbrough house, bill turns back to look at his younger brother. "are you guys dating? are you going to kiss her? you should kiss her, billy!" georgie giggles, asking with genuine curiosity. you have to bite your hand to stop from screaming, feeling absolutely mortified. bill looks just as exasperated. "g-georgie, get out of the car." "but where are you going?" georgie asks. "i'm t-taking her home, g-georgie. go get st-started on your homework and i'll b-be back to help in a little." bill says with a groan, avoiding looking at you. "okay, bye billy! bye, y/n!" the boy says, completely oblivious to how awkward he'd just made it. as soon as he's gone, you look at bill. his jaw is clenched as he throws the car in reverse, speeding out of his neighborhood. it's awkward now, and you're so uncomfortable that you blurt out the first thing you can think of, "so are you still gonna get me that shake?"

bill seems to bounce back almost immediately from that awkward drive to his house, looking at you with a blinding and cocky smile. "f-fine, but don't expect me to have f-f-fun or anything." "i would never dream of it, bill." you say with a teasing smile of your own. "wouldn't want to tarnish your reputation, golden boy."

you moan, spooning a bite of your shake into your mouth. "thank you, bill. this is very much deserved, you know. i think i forgive you for kidnapping me." you tease, knowing you're being immature but kind of really liking the way he looks when you push his buttons. bill scoffs, "i sn-snuck you out of d-detention and b-bought you a shake, if that's c-considered kidnapping then y-you're lucky." you laugh softly, admiring his side profile as his car coasts down derry's main street. the sun's almost setting by now, and despite your better judgement you find yourself enjoying bill's company. "my fucking hero. you're quite a character, you know." you say sarcastically, but adding the second part softly. "y-you too, y/l/n. i-if you weren't so stubborn i th-think we'd be p-pretty close." "oh, is that so?" you ask slyly, your stomach swimming with butterflies as bill pulls up to a stoplight and looks at you, suddenly flustered. "i-i didn't mean- w-well, i j-just meant-"

you cut him off with a hand to his arm, the red from the stoplight glinting onto his face and making him look handsome in the shadows. "i'm just messing with you, bill." you say softly, "i think i was... wrong about you. for the most part."

he smirks, leaning towards you when he notices that your hand is still around his arm. you blush more at the proximity than your hand still being on him, but you pull your hand back to your lap. "so are y-you gonna c-confess that you've b-been in love with me for y-years, y/n?" he asks teasingly. you scoff, unable to help it when your eyes trail to his lips quickly. but you still roll your eyes. what a dick.

"you fucking wish." you say back, staring at him as he leans closer and for a second you think he's going to fucking kiss you but a loud honk makes you both jump.

neither of you have noticed that the light's turned green.

"fuck." bill mutters lowly, groaning. you bite your lip, trying to stop your mind from taking that noise out of context, instead staring ahead as he turns into your neighborhood. it's only a few minutes of silence until you tell him to pull over into your driveway. your milkshake was now gone and you sigh as he throws his car into park.

"thank you for the ride home. and for the shake." you say with a smile. he grins at you, shrugging as if to say it was no big deal.

"n-no problem." he mutters, staring at you. "you're not as an-nnoying as i thought. i didn't totally h-hate it." he teases, making you snort. you use your empty cup as an excuse to lean over the center console and get closer to him. he watches you with slightly hooded eyes and a smirk that kind of makes you want to slap him, but also kiss him.

"so, do you pull these moves on all the girls? have you turned georgie into your little wingman?" you tease.

he blushes as he undoes his seatbelt, prompting you to do the same. "n-not at all, oh my g-god. he's used to r-richie or eddie being in the car, s-so he p-probably a-assumed... i mean, he's... he's a kid. d-doesn't know what h-he's saying." he shrugs, stumbling through his words. you don't mind, though.

you smile, biting your lip when you notice his eyes flicker down to your mouth, "i don't know, i think he was onto something." you whisper. bill hums, boldly placing his hand on your cheek. his eyes are still trained on your lips. you flush under his touch, his hand feeling huge against you. you're extremely nervous and yet very, very excited.

"well i'd h-hate to disappoint him. o-or you, princess."

"too late. you disappoint me every day." you tease, your smile giving yourself away at his nickname. he chuckles, his thumb stroking your cheekbone slightly, "sh-shut up." he mumbles lowly.

and then he's pulling your lips to his.

you breathe in through your nose, hands immediately coming up to his shoulders as your body leans against the console, kissing him back. it's soft at first, and his lips are plush and he's squeezing your hips.

you never imagined that you'd like kissing bill denbrough, let alone that he'd be this good. you sigh quietly as he deepens the kiss, his other hand falling to your waist. one of your hands goes to the back of his neck, threading your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. his hand brushes your hair behind your ear as he kisses you passionately. he breaks the kiss slowly, your lips staying together slightly as he pulls away. he kisses you again softly and quickly before pulling all the way back.

you stare at him, a smile unable to stop itself from covering your face. you don't feel embarrassed, though, because bill's got one identical to yours. the way bill's looking at you makes you feel embarrassed; you've always treated each other unfairly but he's actually a pretty great guy. it's quiet until you hear a window slide closed up at your house, and you clear your throat.

"um, i should... i should probably go get started on homework." you say, sure that your blush is evident. he's smirking at you as you stumble awkwardly through your sentence. he hums in agreement, watching your every move. your face is on fire, but as you turn to him, opening the door to leave, you lean back in, pressing another kiss to his lips. he chases your face as you pull away, and you bite your lips as you smile at him.

"g-goodnight, y/n." he says as you shut the door. you lean slightly on the open window, looking at him. you really want to stay, but you know you have to go in. "thanks, bill. goodnight." you whisper, pulling away from the car with a shy wave, turning to go up to your front door.

"i still kind of h-hate you, but i b-better see you again sometime s-soon!" he calls as you make your way through your lawn. you smile at his words, feeling excited.

"well take me out then, denbrough!" you say, turning to walk backwards up your lawn. he's grinning at you from his car.

"f-friday! i'll pick you up at s-seven. i promise g-georgie won't be there!" he calls, ducking to maintain eye contact. you giggle, nodding, "alright, bill. i'll see you then." you say, waving and turning around to jog up the steps to your front door.

you giggle to yourself, feeling giddy as you think about the complete 180 of how you perceived bill from this morning to now. he's got you blushing like a middle schooler who just had her first kiss, and you love it.

maybe bill wasn't as bad as you thought.

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