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bitchlessdino · 3 months

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Would you like a receipt? Pt. 1

In Valentines collaboration with @svthub hosted by my wifey @wongyuseokie, pt 2 out now! Pairing: Childhood bf!junhui x working class gn!reader Genre: fluff, slight angst, slice of life Word count: 2.9k tags: second chances, exes to ???, childhood friend/boyfriend!junhui, spontaneous dates, misunderstandings, smut in part 2!!! Summary: Coming across a grade school ex-boyfriend while you worked a shitty seasonal job around Valentines was not in your 2024 bingo card. author note: to sweet mio at @skyechild i apologize in advance for making you wait for the second half. I promise it'll be worth the wait. but yes! i am your one and only cupid. I hope you enjoy what i have so far. And to answer your ask, idk if i have a favorite thing about myself? Maybe it's the constant desire to look for new things to improve on or my attitude in trying new things? What i look for other people is pretty simple tho. That would be ease. I'd like if someone felt comfortable with me and vice versa. if i can make someone's day by making them laugh or just existing then that would be great. happy valentines day mio! From yours Truly, Cupid💘

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Valentine's Day has always been a bit of a hit or miss for you. The last time you remember eagerly anticipating the holiday was back in high school. Since then, the allure of celebrating love and romance seemed to fade away, as you realized that not everything in the world is adorned in shades of pink and red. Valentine's Day became a luxury, a whimsical indulgence that felt distant and impractical for someone navigating a world that often left little room for such extravagances. Life, for you, was a series of tasks, responsibilities, and the constant juggling act of making ends meet.

From the time you were in high school, you entered the realm of adulthood, where dreams sometimes took a backseat to the more immediate needs of providing for your family. The dreams you put on hold lingered in the recesses of your mind, awaiting their turn to be fulfilled. Working tirelessly, you made sacrifices, dedicating yourself to a job that demanded your energy and time. Despite the challenges, you pressed on, ensuring the well-being of your family, who toiled alongside you, if not even harder.

Now, as an adult working a part-time job that offers a slightly better paycheck than your previous one, you’ve grown used to the matter. While the financial gains may not be monumental, every improvement counts, especially when compared to the downfalls of your previous workplace.

Amidst the whirlwind of your daily hustle, Valentine's Day transforms into a distant echo of the past–a time when celebrations were carefree and seemingly attainable. However, for you, navigating the world feels akin to maneuvering on an almost empty tank. In this moment, mere existence becomes a means to sustain yourself.

“Is this a gift? If so, would you like it to be gift-wrapped for you?”

The middle-aged man raises an eyebrow, smacking that mint gum that doesn’t seem to mask his nicotine-coated breath. “Is it extra?”

“It’s two dollars extra.”

Usually, you’d really sell the idea that the highest premium quality wrapping paper would be used to then be topped off with a satin ribbon that truly pulls it all together, but for such a customer, you know you’d be wasting your breath.

He scoffs, snatching the bag off the counter. “Are you trying to scam me? Fuck that shit.”

You let a sigh of relief slip past your lips the moment he made his way out the sliding door, muttering to yourself about the smell. You reach down for your Powerade hidden on a bottom shelf of the counter you stand behind, hoping this supposed ‘power’ would relinquish itself to you for another long shift.

It’s the day before Valentine's Day, which means the rush has become a regular occurrence since about a week ago. The store is bursting with vibrant displays of flowers, stuffed animals clutching oversized lollipops, and decadent heart-shaped boxes of chocolates. Not such a bad gig if you look at it.

However, the true predicament lies in the presence of aggressive customers, drawn to discounts like magnets. They're all about grabbing anything and everything that's on sale, making things more complicated than they need to be. It's like they're trying to see how far they can push things and make your day even crazier. Dealing with them adds an extra layer of chaos to the already busy scene as if you haven’t lost faith in humanity enough.

“I bought this yesterday and it’s DIGUSTING! I want a full refund and extra compensation for my time and taste buds being wasted on this disgusting excuse of a candy.”

Popping open the box revealed a sorry sight–almost half the candies were missing as if they'd gone on a little taste adventure without an invite. The poor box looked like it had been through a candy apocalypse, so messed up that I couldn't even be sure if it originally belonged to our store.

“Ma’am, I’m sorry you're dissatisfied with our products. However, because the box is so damaged and half of the contents have been consumed we cannot accept this return,” you respond in your most polite service voice.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Where the hell is your manager? The customer is always right!”

At last, a wave of relief crashes over you like a superhero arriving just in the nick of time during closing hours. The once bustling crowd has dwindled, allowing you to begin the task of rearranging items and securing the cash register, signaling the imminent conclusion of yet another busy day.

Just when you're on the verge of clocking out and calling it a day, a sudden interruption unfolds at the entrance. A lone figure materializes outside, softly tapping on the glass as if pleading to be granted entry.

"Please," his voice is all muffled through the glass, "I know you're about to close, but pretty please! I just need to grab something real quick. I already know exactly what I need!"

It’s not every day you see a man of his looks and caliber beg to be given access to a candy store as if he were a determined child. There's this undeniable air of urgency about him–as if he’d die if we didn’t get what he needed–but it doesn't overshadow his perfectly proportioned features that illuminate under the evening street lights. Ultimately, you decide to approach the door, swiftly undoing the top lock of the door and allowing him inside.

He expresses his gratitude with a grateful clasp of his hands, swiftly navigating through the inventory to grab what he urgently needs. Returning to the counter, you initiate the process of unraveling the closing procedures, all the while fervently hoping that no one else decides to join the stranger in last minute browsing.

"Sorry," he apologizes as he drops his items on the counter: several heart-shaped boxes and a bear clutching a mini Mylar balloon that shouts 'I love you,' with a small box of chocolates in its other paw. A classic and popular choice.

“That’s a lot of chocolate. Big family?”

He shakes his head, "Nah, these are for a company thing. I've been busting my butt for weeks, and the one simple task I get, I can't even manage it until the last minute."

"Got it. And the bear? Picking up a last-minute surprise for your girlfriend too?"

A slightly offended look crosses his face. "Oh, if I had a girlfriend, I’d do way more than make up my tardiness with a teddy bear.” He holds the fluffy creature in his hand, “This is just for my mom. So, if you ever spot a lady with my face and long hair, please, keep it on the down-low."

You chuckle softly, bagging up his purchases. "I'll remember that. Cash or credit?"

He extends his hand, revealing his credit card with his full name on display. As you sound out the name in your head, it strikes you as unique yet oddly familiar. You run the card through the machine, unaware that the customer is squinting at you, also trying to place where he might know you from.

"Hey, have we met before? You seem really familiar," he questions.

"Uh, not sure, but your name does ring a bell," you reply as you hand the card back. "Haven't come across too many Wen Junhuis."

"Wait, how do you know my name?" he questions.

"Well, it's on your credit card, sir," You respond with straightforward precision.

"True, but no one has picked it up as quickly and accurately as you did. Maybe we do know each other."

You shrug. "Maybe so. I think the last time I heard a name like that was back in elementary school. A classmate maybe."

"Hold on, you couldn't be Y/n, right?" he questions, his eyes widening with realization.

You take a brief pause to grasp the implication, acknowledging it with a nod. "Been a long time coming, hasn't it?"

His smile widened across his cheeks, evoking memories of a similar grin on a boy more than half his age. "Yeah. Well, I be damned. I'm surprised you remember my name."

"It's pretty distinctive; I'm surprised you remember mine."

He scoffs. "You are a core memory, thank you very much. One of the nicest and coolest people in our grade. God, remember our first Valentines?"

"Yes," you softly chuckle, the memories of childhood innocence flooding back. "I begged my mom to get these really nice scented Valentine cards to give to the class."

"And you gave me the lemon one because I love lemons, and I gave you one of the hologram cards of a cat that smiles when you flip it on its side."

"I was so excited to show my sister, and I just know she was so jealous."

"Yeah, where did the time go?" he sighs, his smile turning wistful on his lips.

You shake your head, still smiling from the unexpected trip down memory lane, and finally, hand off his gifts back to him. "Would you like a receipt?"

"No, I'm good. So,” He leans over the counter curiously, “What are you doing this Valentine's?"

"Working the day. I'll probably just grab takeout for dinner and head home. You?"

"It's a workday,” he says proceeding to grab his things. “So most of the day is spent in the office. But, I'm free the rest of the evening…would it be weird if I asked you out for Valentine's Day?" he nervously proposes.

You raise an eyebrow, slightly taken aback but intrigued. "You want me to be your Valentine?"

"Couldn't hurt," he nonchalantly shrugged, a wry grin playing on his lips. Then, as if a light bulb flickered to life above his head, an idea dawned on him, sparking mischief in his eyes.

"Unless you've got a 200-pound, all-muscle boyfriend ready to beat my ass," he quips, his tone laced with a hint of sarcasm. The words linger in the air, forming a playful challenge and a subtle admission that, just maybe, he wasn't entirely impervious to consequences.

It harks back to a past altercation, one of those rare 'couple quarrels' you had. The promise was made in jest—that you'd leave him if he ever pulled on your hair again, and he'd have to face a burly 200-pound muscle man. Though uttered in humor with no evidence of said muscle man, it struck a chord of genuine concern in his little boy heart, and he kept that promise until the end of your relationship. The memory lingered, manifesting now in an unmistakable charm, a blend of audacity, bravado, and humor that fills the air with laughter and unadulterated ease.

You chuckle. “Lucikly, I don’t, but I don’t know you. Who knows what kind of person you, or I, have become in the last fifteen or so years? Maybe I'm a bitch.”

"Well, as long as there’s no one else in the picture, I see no problem. Bitch all you want to me." he grins.

Your expression shifts into a playful contemplation, "Why me? I'm pretty sure there are plenty of people out there dying for a dinner date with you. I mean, the last thing we shared was a juice box."

"Maybe I'm hoping to reignite an old spark. If I recall our MASH game correctly, we were supposed to be living in a shack with 20 kids, a dog, and daily commutes on a scooter," Junhui retorts.

"Thank goodness that scenario never played out, but, um, I'm not sure dinner is a good idea."

As the banter unfolds, you realize it's been an eternity since you've experienced the thrill of a proper date. The mere thought of dressing up, the nervous excitement before meeting someone, and the shared laughter over a romantic meal become fragments of a distant past, like pages in a cherished novel stored away on a forgotten shelf.

“We never know unless we try, right?” He says, a teasing glint in his eyes.

“You always hit on exes that you stumble upon on a random Tuesday?”

“Only the pretty ones.” Junhui grins, swiftly extracting a candy box from the bag. With a quick scribble on the side, he hands it to you. “If you change your mind. Happy Valentine's Day.”

You roll your eyes playfully, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you accept the candy. “Happy Valentine's Day to you too, Jun.”

You depart with a box of candy in hand when your shift ends, Junhui's number hastily scribbled on the top, the ink still fresh as that abrupt encounter. As you make your way home, the city lights shimmering in the distance, you find your thoughts circling back to his audacious proposition.

The weight of the candy box seems to mirror the gravity of the decision before you. The city streets, now quieter in the late evening, echo with dilemma of pursuing his offer. You can't deny the charm that lingers in the air—a mix of confusion, nostalgia, and an unexpected connection. The mere act of considering his offer adds a layer of excitement to the night, anticipation for plans that have been yet set in motion.

As you unlock the door to your apartment, the scent of familiarity welcomes you warmly for once, likely due to the refreshing end of your night. You set the candy aside–already having memorized Junhui's number–and with a decisive tap, you enter his number into your phone. The screen lights up with his name, a digital beacon inviting you to venture into uncharted territory. As you send a quick message, the city outside continues its gentle hum, and you can't help but feel giddy. You’re eleven all over again.

The memory of Junhui's charismatic grin lingers in your mind, a subtle tug at the edges of your thoughts the moment you hit send, and you throw the phone aside, letting yourself get rid of the electrifying nerves running through your body. When you hear the notification going off–Junhui’s name on display–you realize there’s no going back.

The following day, you’re excited about living for once. Delighted to have something to look forward to after work, you board today's bus with a genuine smile on your face, a subtle change that doesn't escape the notice of the bus drivers, who have grown accustomed to your early presence by now.

As the bus carries you through the familiar townscape, you can't help but revel in the subtle shift in the air. The usual humdrum of daily life seems to have given way to a vibrant undercurrent of anticipation for the holiday. The ordinary scenes outside the window take on a slightly pink hue, and you find yourself savoring the details that often go unnoticed illuminated with festive decor.

Work hours also pass with a newfound energy, and the anticipation for the evening grows with each passing minute, even with the rambunctious customers buying more gifts just in the nick of time. The mundane tasks of the day become a mere backdrop to the vibrant scene that awaits you once the clock strikes the end of the workday.

Today, the world outside the candy store seems to radiate brighter than any other day has. The street lights gradually flickering on, usually just a backdrop to your daily grind, now beckon with a promise of surprises. As the day unfolds, you find yourself counting down the hours until your appointment time arrives and you quickly change into your Valentine's date attire, anticipating Junhui's reappearance.

Time moves forward—one hour, two hours, three hours. Doubts begin to creep in. Were you merely indulging in wishful thinking at this point?

The rose-tinted glasses, which once painted the day with a hopeful hue, must have started to expire. Now, a subtle gray takes over, bringing you back to the stark reality of the passing moments. The initial excitement begins to wane, replaced by a tinge of disappointment and a hint of uncertainty.

As the clock ticks away, doubts and questions swirl in your mind like a gathering storm. The vibrant anticipation that once filled the air begins to dissipate, leaving behind a quiet unease.

You glance at your reflection in the mirror, the Valentine's date attire now carrying a touch of wistfulness. The city outside, once alive with the promise of a special evening, now takes on a different tone. The street lights, initially beacons of excitement, cast shadows that dance with anxiety and unease. The imminent arrival of buses amplifies a fleeting thought–maybe, just maybe, you can still catch it if you run.

Taking a leap of faith, you hastily gather your belongings and make your way to the bus station, adhering to your initial plan—opting for takeout in the solitude of home, if restaurants are still an option at this hour. Amidst the uncertainty, your phone succumbs to the lack of power, its screen plunged into darkness, mirroring the tone of your night.

The familiarity of home brings no comfort, only disheartenment. You set aside the dinner you had envisioned for tonight, plugging in your phone to replenish its drained battery, intentionally avoiding any further interaction with the outside world for the remainder of the night.

When your phone finally regains its power, messages burst to life in an instant, one particular message standing out, beckoning attention. That is, of course, if you were still around to witness it.

Junhui: I’m so sorry! You will not believe the day I had. My office was bombarding me all day with extra work and i only left now. Please tell me its not too late.

P.S. and here's that valentine i wanted to give to you <3 i hope you like it as much as this fic so far

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cillianmesoftlyyy · 6 months

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The Experiment Pt. 1 | Jonathan Crane x Reader

Summary| Jonathan Crane assigns his students a new experimental project: choose a phobia and research methods for coping with or completely overcoming those fears in test subjects. A student approaches Dr. Crane with an interesting project proposition... can he help her overcome her fear?

Warnings| Teacher x student relationship (both are consenting adults), Borderline sexual assault between a bf and gf, Erotophobia, Smutty stuff yk , Masturbation, P in V penetration, Teasing, Semi-public, Unprotected sex, Begging, Experiments. Extensive discussions of sex and intimacy.

"Oh My God"- Ida Maria 🎵

"Lazy Eye"- Silversun Pickups 🎶

"Romantic Lover" Eyedress 🎵

Word count: 3375k

Minors do not interact!!

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He leaned back on the desk behind him, his hands flat against the surface and his suit coat spread like grayish wings against his arms. Dr. Crane looked between his students, landing on a female student, squinting against the projector’s harsh glare in his eyes. She looked back from her seat near the back of the lecture hall, a small twist forming between her eyebrows as she read the text on the screen just above his head.

“I expect this won’t be much of a surprise to most of you, considering we’ve been working towards this for the greater part of the semester.” He watched the dozens of eyes in his hall blink rapidly in response and swallowed his distaste.

“Remember that I study phobias- fear- and from the looks on some of your faces, it appears quite a few of you are afraid.” He chuckled darkly and changed the slide, the light flickered against the students’ faces.

“Choose a phobia, research it, and develop methods of coping or even ways to overcome this phobia. You should have a test subject and a complete study, all of which should be straightforward considering the work you’ve done with me in the past weeks. The research paper you turn in will account for 30% of your final grade. Take this seriously. These are your instructions. Other questions can be directed to the syllabus. Only come to me if you have specific concerns regarding the experiment- I’m doing research of my own and don’t have time to meet with all of you.” He swallowed, scanning the class again and landing on the girl from before.

Faye Greyson, why is it that her papers are so well written but she contributes nothing to class discussions? She seemed so pathetic sitting up there on the back row with her big doe eyes caught in the headlights of his lectures…he thought briefly and let it slide from his head as he dismissed the class. The college students around him fled from the room, talking quietly to one another as they scrambled out of the room. The girl came down the steps and brushed past him gently. She smelled like generic soap and rose water. He wrinkled his nose slightly, breathing her in.

“Sorry, professor.” She apologized kindly with a smile that showed too much of her pink gums.

“Watch it.” He muttered beneath his breath, giving the back of her head a dark glare and turning to pack up his briefcase. He took the rail to his lab on the north side of town, a book open across his lap. He fingered page 16, running his index against the straight edge of the paper and turning it quickly as he read. The doors opened at one of the stops and he glanced up briefly, fixing the horn-rimmed glasses on his face. He rolled his eyes when we saw Faye board the train from the yellowed platform, hand in hand with another student from his class. One of the boys that took the class because they were naturally gifted but did nothing besides attend some classes and depend on their smarts to barely pass. He would have some harsh realities to face by the end of the semester when he saw his final grade, Crane would make sure of that.

He hated seeing students outside of class, it prompted them to speak to him when he’d rather both parties pretend they didn’t know each other. To be fair, they really didn’t know each other. Crane didn’t find his students very interesting so he wasn’t concerned with getting to know them. The only aspect he could muster some ounce of thoughtful contemplation for was their phobia projects, where he theorized, they would all most likely choose their own phobias. Knowing their phobias was about as interesting as their lives could get for him. Besides that, he could care less.

The train was full so the girl held onto one of the rubber handles suspended from the ceiling, but because she was so short, she had to stand on her tiptoes to fully grasp the handle, her knuckles turned white in her grip. The boy… maybe Jason White (Crane couldn’t remember exactly) took one of the ceiling bars easily and slipped his arm around the girl’s waist. Their puffy coats slid against one another as they swayed in the fastly moving train car. The boy's hand left her waist and traveled up, somewhat discreetly, to one of her breasts. With her free hand, she swatted him away but he persisted, thinking that it was a game. Faye happened to glance over in Crane’s direction and recognizing him immediately, turned bright red. The boy’s hand slid over her hardened nipple visible through her pink jersey turtleneck. She tried to cover her chest with her arm but as the train shuttered in speed, she had to stabilize herself with her free hand against a plastic partitioner. Crane cleared his throat distastefully and returned to his book.

For some, the absence of fear is a greater disaster than fear itself. To fear nothing is to have no conception of danger, empathy, pain, or love. Do sociopaths fear? Some scientists have sought to answer this question but the evidence is inconclusive on the subject, though it is nearly unanimous among the scientific community that fear is essential to survival and companionship. It is the primal root of our existence and should be a present factor in every major part of our lives. It is how we make connections with others and how we protect ourselves and our own. For sociopaths who may not fear, they lack a basic foundation of complexity that supports an emotionally ‘typical’ person. They lack love, understanding, and hope because they do not feel the fear of potential loss, misunderstanding, and dread in the same situation.

“Stop it, Jason.” The girl whispered harshly to the boy.

“No one’s looking.” He whispered back and kissed her neck, the sound causing a wave of communal discomfort amongst the rail riders.

“Perhaps not but we can still hear.” Crane muttered beneath his breath and raised his eyes to the young couple. The girl looked to be on the verge of tears, her face so pink it nearly matched the hue of her shirt. Crane noticed the small curvature of her breasts still showing through the fabric.

“Damn the cold.” Faye whispered and covered her chest with her arm with embarrassment and Jason laughed condescendingly.

“Don’t go blaming that on the cold….” Jason cornered her against the wall of the rail which Crane assumed would have been attractive to someone who wasn’t standing uncomfortably on a moving public train.

“Can we at least just wait till we get off? I don’t…” She trailed off, making eye contact with the professor who was now thoroughly annoyed. Jason looked over too, finally seeing Crane across the doors.

“Hello Mr. White.” Crane hissed, showing his deepest displeasure at having to step in for the sake of every passenger on the train.

“Professor.” Jason responded nervously.

“Miss Greyson.” He nodded in her direction.

“Professor.” She whispered back in a weak mew of a voice.

Crane stood, slid his book back into his briefcase, and clicked it shut. The doors opened at his stop and he turned around casually saying, ''behave yourselves,” to the two students and stepped down onto the platform. The doors closed behind him. He turned to face the windows cut into the doors, making eye contact with the girl, now visibly crying, overwhelmed and embarrassed. He tipped his head to the side, watching her, and raised an eyebrow as she looked up and met his clear blue eyes. The train shot away from the platform, sailing against the New York City skyline.

“Hmm,” Crane hummed to himself and walked away, pursuing his chapped lips to whistle a low note.

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His class met twice a week on Tuesdays and Thursdays in the evening. He commuted to work, taking a train to the college in the morning and working through the day until he could commute back to his lab and then to his small apartment where he slept most nights when he didn’t fall asleep on his pages of research and diagrams.

Last night was one of those nights, so he wasn’t in a good mood as he boarded a later train than he usually took for his evening lecture. The train’s wheels squealed as they stopped in the station outside NYU. Crane hurried off and squeezed through the mess of people lining the subterranean station. He walked quickly through the station and raced up the stairs to the street level. He was met by the familiar sound of taxis whizzing by and the annoying laughter of students as they passed on their way to classes and dorms.

He went straight to his corner office and put coffee on, relaxing as the smell of the brewing grounds filled his small office. He scanned his lecture notes on a pad of manilla paper and with a red pen, scribbled additional thoughts in the rigid margins. The coffee maker sputtered to a stop, steaming up the window just behind it. Crane pushed away from his desk and filled a small cup with the hot coffee. As he placed it on his desk, a hesitant knock sounded at the door. He checked his Rolex and muttered beneath his breath.

“Shit. What the fuck is it now?” He gritted his teeth, “come in!”

His office door opened slowly and a girl stepped inside the room. Faye Greyson wringing her small hands, took a step toward his desk.

“Good evening, Professor.” She greeted him quietly. Her nose and the tops of her ears were tinged with red.

“Miss Greyson, what is it?” He sat back at his desk and cleared his throat.

“Well, I just…” She trailed off pathetically and wrapped her arms around herself. She was wearing a light blue turtleneck this time with dark blue boot-cut jeans. They were low rise and showed the small pouch of her stomach that surrounded her bellybutton.

He waited for her to finish her sentence but as the seconds dragged on, he sighed.

“Would you like some coffee?” He asked with a hint of unkindness.

“Yes, actually. Thank you.” The girl pulled the chair on the other side of the desk back and sat down, dropping her bookbag on the floor beside her. Crane took a second cup and poured her some coffee. She took it carefully and accidentally brushed her thumb against his. She muttered an apology.

“Why are you here?” Crane asked plainly, removing his glasses and wiping them with a small cloth.

“I just… well I just wanted…” she started again.

“Yes I know, you said that before.” He chuckled darkly and pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, losing his patience.

“Right. I just wanted to apologize for the other night, Dr. Crane.” She said finally, exhaling between her lips sharply.

“Apologize for what?” Crane furrowed his eyebrows and blew on his steaming coffee, trying to remain patient with his student.

“For what you saw on the train.” She cupped her hands around the mug, her eyes held tightly to the adjacent wall, refusing to meet his.

“Ah.” He sat back in his chair. “I’d forgotten about it but I still don’t see why you need to apologize. You’re an adult, Miss Greyson. What you do in your personal life doesn’t interest me in the slightest.” He shuffled through his papers again, searching for the scans he had prepped.

“I’m glad that you see it that way, sir. Why I felt like I needed to apologize for was the whole scene we caused and how you felt responsible to say something when he wouldn’t… stop. So, maybe what I’m trying to do is thank you?” Her voice ended at an odd nasally pitch.

“Thank me? For what? For telling you and your boyfriend to behave yourselves?” He was getting more and more confused as to why she was in his office talking to him about a train ride that he had almost forgotten about. He checked his watch again and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear.

“Yes, because he stopped after that, so thank you.” She crossed and uncrossed her legs and he could smell that familiar scent of rose water permeating the air inside his office.

“Alright, you’re welcome.” Crane exhaled tightly and cleared his throat when she didn’t stand or say anything else. “Is there something else?” She nodded and blushed deeper, shifting in her chair. His jaw clenched and his palms were sweaty. Out with it, he wanted to growl. His lecture started in an hour and at this rate, they would both be late.

“I broke up with him.” She said finally as a tear rolled down her face, gliding along the shallow cliff of her cheekbone. He said nothing, restraining himself from saying anything at that point. She sniffled and hiccuped pitifully. He pitched his eyebrows together with his index and thumb, placing his glasses on the desk between them.

“Why?” He asked finally.

“Because I was scared of him.” The girl answered, crying softly and playing with her hands in her lap. She looked up at him with wide eyes, red and faintly smudged. His body subconsciously perked up at the mention of fear and he leaned forward on his elbows, his dress jacket’s elbow patches grinding against the wood surface.

“Well it wasn’t that I was scared of him but rather what I felt like I’d have to do with him.” She wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands. Crane took a handkerchief from his pocket and offered it begrudgingly. She took it and blotted her nose where snot was leaking down onto her upper lip. He felt a fixture of disgust and surprise arousal. Her long eyelashes stuck together with sticky tears and she but her lip to keep from crying.

“I’m not sure I follow you.” He pushed his glasses up farther. He lifted his cup of coffee to his lips and drank deeply.

“I was scared of having sex with him.” She hid her face behind her shaky hand, the white handkerchief wavered in the movement. Crane swallowed loudly and set the cup down, clearing his throat.

“Well…” He traced his mouth with the edge of his thumb, reaching for words to respond with.

“It's erotophobia.” She added and hiccuped.

“Fear of intimacy, interesting.” He scanned his bookshelf for a moment. “Why are you telling me this?” He sighed and rearranged himself in his chair.

“I want to do my project on erotophobia,” she took a slow sip from her cup of coffee and took a deep breath, “and I want to be the subject too.” She glanced up, testing the durability of their eye contact. He didn’t look away, he was fascinated.

“I don’t know about that, Miss Greyson.” He answered smoothly and collected his papers into a neat pile, clamping a large binder clip around the papers. He stood and took one last sip of coffee, still looking down at the girl below.

“I’ve been looking for subjects since I saw this on the syllabus a month ago. There aren’t any, Professor.” She said timidly, sounding almost exhausted.

“That’s impossible, we live in New York City. You must have been able to find someone!" He laughed and collected his things into his arms.

“And yet,” she stood and clasped a hand around her opposite arm, “I can’t find anyone. To be fair, this sort of thing isn’t easy to find in the population. Other people in the class will choose their own phobias, why can’t I do mine?” She turned as Crane stepped around his desk and went to his office door.

“This is a very special situation, Miss Greyson. While I find your project topic surprisingly thought provoking, it’s…” He struggled to find an adjective.

“Inappropriate?” She offered, lowering her head.

“Perhaps but I don’t really care. I just worry that by you conducting the experiment and being the subject, you are jeopardizing the entire outcome of your research. It's unorthodox to say the least.” He opened the door and stepped out. The girl grabbed her bookbag and followed, standing off to the side while he locked his office door.

“Yes, I know sir.”

He walked quickly and she followed, matching his stride even with her shorter legs in tow. At the door of the lecture hall, Crane stopped.

“We can talk about this later,” he nodded down at the girl and went straight to his desk on the elevated platform. She smiled shyly and climbed the stairs to the middle section of seats and sat, closer to the front that she had been before. Crane saw the old boyfriend in the same seat as before, chewing on the end of a wooden pencil. Exhaling, Crane dropped his briefcase on his desk and began to unpack the papers he needed for the lecture.

________

After he dismissed class, he repacked his things and snapped his case shut, the sound echoing around him in the large room. The girl waited just behind him, he could feel her presence like an unseen bug hovering out of reach.

“I-” Faye started but Crane spun around, interrupting her.

“Have you tried masturbation?” He crossed his arms across his chest and sat on the desk. His student blushed and laughed nervously.

“See this is why I worry about you jeopardizing your own experiment. I asked you about masturbation, will your subject try masterbating to approach correcting her fear of sex?” He inclined his head in her direction.

“Yes, she’s tried it, Professor.” She responded short of breath.

“And it hasn’t helped?” He furrowed his brow.

“Not exactly.”

He licked his lips quickly and brushed a hand across his mouth. “And uh, what does the subject think about while she masterbates?” He watched her shift uncomfortably between her feet and bit her lip.

“I don’t know.”

“Hmmm.” Crane hummed and stood up from the desk. He stepped down from the platform and stopped right in front of the girl. She looked up at him, her eyes wet and heavy with color. She took a step back prompting a quiet tittering from her teacher who stopped her.

“Ah, ah.” He closed the distance between them, not touching her but getting close enough to smell the residue of generic soap caught on the goosebumps of her skin.

Crane leaned in, his wide lips brushing her earlobe as he spoke, “does your subject watch pornography?” Her skin warmed beneath his lips.

“No.” Her breath hitched and Crane could physically feel her discomfort at his intimate proximity, the rush of blood to her…

“Has she ever had sex?” He whispered, allowing his lips to rest on the ridges of her small ear. She shivered.

“No.”

He pulled away. The girl exhaled and looked up to the ceiling. With strong, angular fingers, Crane pulled her chin down to face slightly so that he could see her eyes. They glistened with inklings of fear- fear.

“Then that’s what it is.” He muttered more to himself than to Faye, smiling.

“What?” She asked, tears forming in the wells of her eyes.

“It’s the physical aspect of it, isn’t it? Having to touch someone, be touched… outside of your imagination?” He crossed his arms across his chest proudly. A few moments of silence passed between them, each watching the other in contemplative stillness, charged with suggestive energy.

“Yes.” She whispered finally and ran one of her hands up the buttons of her professor’s shirt to his neck. She went to kiss him but he stepped away and chuckled roughly.

“No, no Miss Greyson. Think of the experiment.” He chided and turned her chin gently away, trailing his hands down a tendon in her neck.

“Tell your subject to try masturbation and pornography. See where it takes her.” He took his briefcase and pushed past her, leaving a residue of rich cologne in the air around her.

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end of part 1 :)

#cillian murphy x reader #cillian x reader #jonathan crane #jonathan crane x reader #dc scarecrow #Dr. Crane #Professor Jonathan Crane #smut #jonathan crane smut #hot scarecrow

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penhoonie · 9 months

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sunghoon’s love languages as your bf !! (pt. 1)

just some short scenarios of a daily life relationship ^^

pairing: sunghoon x reader (not gender specific !!)

genre: fluff / slice of life (i guess?)

word count: 0.9k words

warnings: some cursing, pet names (just overall cutesy tbh)

RECEIVING GIFTS he probably would struggle to tell you about his feelings, resulting in him always buying a lot of things for you

— Sunghoon! You shouldn’t have bought this!

On your hands rested a really expensive designer piece of clothing. You remember perfectly the moment were you stood in front of the luxury store display, admiring the collection while you waited for your boyfriend to arrive from his tight schedule.

You thought he hadn’t been able to tell your infatuation towards the piece, as your attention turned immediately towards him as soon as you saw his silhouette out of the corner of your eye. Turns out you were totally wrong.

— It’s like half a month worth of my salary— you exclaimed, still stunned—. No way. I’m returning it.

— No, no, no— he hold your hands in a soft yet firm grip— You see, I don’t have to buy it. But I do want to, so you’re keeping it.

— I don’t know, Hoon. It’s such a big investment on a whim— you continued, trying to convince him. Such a shame that he was really stubborn, even more when it came to spoil you.

— But you can have one once in a while— he reclaimed, pouting—. Come on, please— he begged, playfully. You giggled along his cutesy acting—. Also, who are you to return my gift? Where are your manners, young lady?

He crossed his arms, falsely offended. With a sigh and knowing you were to lost the bickering, you finally gave up— Okay, I’ll keep it— he cheered loudly, hugging you. A smile slowly creeped into your face—. But this is the last time!

— Sure, babe. We’ll discuss that another time— he added, knowing really well that he could win over you anytime he wanted.

ACTS OF SERVICE i’m fully convinced this is his main love language. He just seems so much like the type to tell feelings by actions and not through words

It was a Friday afternoon just like any other. Except it wasn’t for you, since Sunghoon was on one of his highly uncommon free days and he was spending a couple of nights at your place instead of the usual member’s dorm.

Both of you have been anticipating this day for a really long time. And your boss had to jinx it telling you to spend extra hours at work. These days the place you work at is always cramped with people, resulting on you arriving extremely late and going to sleep right away.

That’s the reason why when Sunghoon arrived earlier than you just as you had let him know in a message he was surprised by your usually tidy apartment. Clothes rested on chairs unfolded, plates and take away pilled on the kitchen and even a wrinkled blanket could be seen on the couch; looking like you just woke up and run to work.

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

— Sunghoon, baby, I’m so sorry. I had to cover an extra shift and…— you stopped yourself, looking everywhere. Your home was the cleanest it have been in weeks and even a full meal rested on top of the counter, covered to remain hot. However, there wasn’t any sign of your boyfriend yet.

— Sunghoon?— you called him again. But this time, a quiet noise was made in the living room, where a sleepy Park Sunghoon could have been found. You approached him with grateful eyes.

— Thank you so much for this, sweetie. You work so much and still came here and took care of everything. I don’t deserve you— you said, putting a kiss on his cheek and covering him with a blanket.

PHYSICAL TOUCH he would be really clingy. Specially on private, but also he wants everyone to know you’re dating him and him only an he wouldn’t leave any possibility to doubt.

You were picking some ramen at the convenience store after realizing you haven’t go to the groceries for a long time when suddenly a slender arm surrounded your waist.

It stroked your for a sec before recognizing the familiar grip and perfume coming from the man. You turned towards him, starring at just a black hat and mask combo.

— Sunghoon, what are you doing here?— you whispered, making sure no one was close enough to eavesdrop.

— I was going to your place to take a visit but I saw you from the outside and decided to stop by and spend more time together— he answered, hugging you.

— Wow, wow— you said, making space between the two of you—. Why are you suddenly so clingy? Anyone could recognize you here, and there are security cameras all around. You know we have to be careful, Hoon.

— Yeah, I know, sorry— he responded, but took your hand between his anyway—. But it’s either hugging you or hitting that dickhead over there— his affectionate tone changed drastically, signaling someone behind you with just his eyes.

You slowly turned around, seeing a harmless looking young man who panicked even before you could make any eye contact. He probably was just a teenager.

— Hoon, he’s just a kid— you laughed at him, who still looked pissed at the other individual—. You should really check on that jealousy of yours.

— I’m not jealous— he reclaimed.

— Yeah, sure. Now help me with the groceries and let that kid shop in peace.

@ penhoonie masterlist

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enha fluff #sunghoon #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon fluff

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strawberrykake · 2 years

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˚ ◌༘ ⋆｡˚ ⋆ -ˏˋ 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐭 ˊˎ˚ ◌༘ ⋆｡˚ ⋆

Refresh yourself ! small drabbles

🍓 you bump into them on the street - Hinata, Kageyama, Bokuto, Kenma, Sakusa

🍓 you bump into them on the street pt2 - Ushijima, Nishinoya, Oikawa, Aone

🍓 walk in the park - Middle blockers: Tsukishima, Suna, Tendou, Lev, Hirugami

🍓 mistletoe (Holiday post) - the captains: Daichi, Oikawa, Kuroo, Terushima, Bokuto, Ushijima, Kita

🍓 untied shoelaces - the setters: Shirabu, Kenma, Semi, Sugawara, Oikawa, Koganegawa, Atsumu, Kageyama, Akaashi

🍓 captains’ nicknames for their s/o - Daichi, Kuroo, Oikawa, Bokuto, Ushijima

🍓 gimme kith - Hoshiumi, Sugawara, Matsukawa, Yahaba, Kuroo

🍓 don’t be suspicious, don’t be suspicious - aone, iwaizumi+oikawa

🍓 shiratorizawa w/ an energetic s/o - Ushijima, Shirabu, Goshiki, Tendou

🍓 sleeping with your mouth open - tsukishima, akaashi, tanaka, sugawara

🍬 “wear anything you want, I can fight” - bf scenario

🍬 bf w/ brooding gaze - bf scenario

🍬 when u r struggling to grab something from the top shelf - bf scenarios

🍬 “your eyes are so pretty,, can I have them?” - bf scenario

🍬 playing with your hair mid-conversation - bf scenario

🍬 proposal prompts - scenarios

🍬 how he would respond to a simple request - bf scenario

🍬 “if my girl was cold…” - bf scenario

🍬 wins you a giant stuffed animal - bf scenario

🍬 wears your purse in public - bf scenario

🍒 ushijima “not a romantic guy” wakatoshi - drabble

🍒 your love makes me forget bad things exist - Hinata drabble

🥨 ariana grande lyrics as haikyuu prompts

🥨 taylor swift lyrics as haikyuu prompts

Some yummy foods (reader-inserts (longer readings)

🍙 captains taking you on the first date - Daichi, Kuroo, Oikawa, Bokuto, Ushijima

🍙 the ace’s misunderstanding - Iwaizumi, Asahi, Aran, Ushijima, Yamamoto, Futakuchi

🍙 bf opening glued jar prank - Bokuto, Kenma, Ushijima, Kyoutani, Kita

🍙 surprise kisses -Hinata, Tsukishima, Kenma, Osamu

🥪 glad we met - Sugawara, Hinata, Osamu, Oikawa (Latina!reader)

🥪 his s/o who’s always listening to music - Iwaizumi, Bokuto

🍙 not saying ‘ily’ back prank - Kageyama, Atsumu, Sakusa, Tendou

🍙 unexptected flirting - Tsukishima, Iwaizumi, Hyakuzawa, Nishinoya

🍙 teammates reacting to you dating - Kageyama, Kenma, Aone

🍙 gifting him flowers - vice captains: Kai, Sugawara, Akaashi (pt1) Iwaizumi, Reon, Kamasaki (pt2)

🍙 nasa (“when i miss you, it’ll change the way i kiss you”) - Ushijima, Osamu, Keishin, Oikawa

🍙 calling you ma'am - Yamaguchi, Ennoshita, Goshiki, Akaashi (fem!reader)

🍙 thigh flirting w/ ur crush - Iwaizumi, Kenma, Suna

🍙 awkward hq boys’ first time trying to cheer up their manager - Ushijima, Kageyama, Sakusa (manager!reader)

🥪 your other half - Kenma (male!reader)

🥪 his super reliable manager - Kuroo, Osamu, Oikawa, Bokuto (manager!reader)

🥪 being their best friend pt - iwaizumi-oikawa; matsukawa-hanamaki; sakusa-komori; ushijima-tendou; miya twins-suna

🍙 when he pulls the ‘not saying ily back’ prank (series) - (1) kageyama, Atsumu, (2) Nishinoya, Bokuto, Oikawa, (3) Iwaizumi, Kuroo

🥪 compassion never fails - Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Bokuto, Hinata

🍙 ‘ignoring your bf’ prank - Suna, Tsukishima, Semi

🥪 ladies and gentlemen…them✨ - Oikawa, Ushijima

🍙 father and son matching clothes - Ushijima, Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Kuroo, Daichi, Kita

🥪 You’re So Lovely - Semi

🍙 “if you could have dinner with anyone dead or alive…” - Akaashi, Sugawara, Atsumu

🥪 when you’re crying at your graduation - Tsukishima, Semi, Bokuto

🥪 haikyuu x extroverted!reader - Tsukishima, Bokuto, Kita

🥪 overworking yourself - Oikawa, Akaashi

🍕 deja vu - Ukai Keishin (COLLAB)

🥪 sunkissed - Oikawa, Kuroo, Akaashi, Daichi

🥪 take your time - atsumu, oikawa, akaashi

🥪 when you're crying at his graduation - tsukishima, semi, bokuto

A drink! smaus

🥤 Lev using Hinata as Kenma bait - smau headcanon

🥤 haikyuu boys reacting to your first good morning text - Ushijima, Tsukishima, Oikawa, Hinata || reader insert

🥤 haikyuu boys reacting to your first good morning text pt 2a - Kageyama, Kenma (2a), Sugawara, Nishinoya (pt2b)

🥤 when they want to see you — hcs

Want juice instead? headcanons(hcs), fake quotes(fq), haikyuu ships, etc. (non-reader inserts)

🧃 captains jamming to music in the car - fq

🧃 what is Tsukki listening to? - fq

🧃 haikyuu ships’ daughters - hq ships

🧃 haikyuu ships’ daughters pt2 - hq ships

🧃 my Kagehina headcanons- hq ships

🧃 types of “present unwrappers” - hcs

#🍽—masterlist #WHY IS THIS SO MESSY HELP

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nhularin · 2 years

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OT7 ★

crack! headcanons

bf! Text messages

bf! Text messages pt.2

bf! insta stories

enha as newjeans songs

SOUR PROM

SERIES

hey reddit! AITA...

hyung line x reader

→ in which four idiotic lovesick men try to find comfort in a shitty app after their break up. but! what happens when you find their burner account?

HEESEUNG ᵎᵎ

Hes cool! But...

→ OR : three things that make you question your relationship

cool with you

-> you loved him, and always will.

do you get deja vu when shes with you?

-> nothing hurts more than seeing lee heeseung doing the stuff you both used to do with another girl. Watching him wrap his jacket around her, playing the same song you both liked around her. everything, from the way he touches her, gives her gifts, was a carbon copy of your relationship. does he get deja vu when he’s with her?

HEADCANONS

boyfriend heeseung who...

JAY ᵎᵎ

HES COOL! BUT....

→ OR : three things that make you question your relationship

im not gonna be the one to get hurt

→ right person, wrong time, and a lot of miss communication

1 step forward, 3 steps back

-> you had to describe your park jongsaeng in one word, it'd be unpredictable. he was a gentleman, absolutely selfless when it came to his loved ones. somehow you seem to be the only exception. you didn't understand then, and you sure as hell don't understand now.

downpour.

JAKE ᵎᵎ

Forever, always (soulmate! au)

→ In this tale of destiny, two souls longed for that extraordinary connection

SHAME GAME

smau, coming soon!

→ yn has no ambitions. Except for graduating and getting as far away from this mess of a town as quick as possible. With too much free time and an oh so annoying teacher coming at her back, she signs up to be the broadcaster of the Basketball club. Only problem is: she suffers from chronic shit talking and Jake Sim is having none of it!!

you dont even know my name do ya?

-> in which jake is head over heels with that cute barista

HEADCANONS

hes COOL! BUT...

-> OR : three things that make you question your relationship

SUNGH00N ᵎᵎ

Perfect duo

→ when sunghoon forgot his lines, you just know what to do

WHATS YOUR ETA?

→ your friends have warned you about him, will you listen to them now?

GET UP

written series

→ A mage who struck himself and a heroine who couldn't defeat her inner monster

ENOUGH FOR YOU

-> you tried everything, you really did. as the school's hottest student, park sunghoon was in constant spotlight, might it be with classmates or being the light of the party. and for that, you did your best at making your presence worthy in his life. but deep down, you knew you couldn't compete with the girls who seemed much better than you, people who are enough for him

DRABBLE

Bloodlust

HEADCANONS

boyfriend sunghoon who.....

SUN00 ᵎᵎ

oh my, oh my god!

→ your friends are curious about the mysterious guy you've been seeing. well! today's not the day!

JUNGW0N ᵎᵎ

WHATS AFTER LIKE ?! y.jw

Idol SMAU !

→ Life is not easy as a rookie and you know that! After going viral with your fancam you have gained not only the attention of the public but also that of Enhypens cat like leader. What happens if you wake up one day with your names trending on twt ?!

late night shenanigans

→ two lovers enjoying their presence in the glistening moonlight

oh, say it ditto

→ you love him, you really do, but does he feel the same? or in which you hope for his words of affirmations

HEADCANONS

BOYFRIEND JUNGWON WHO...

NI-KI ᵎᵎ

perfect sacrifice

→ niki realizing that despite the hardships, he will alwas have someone by his side

oceans away

→ young love doesn't always last, but the memories do

you got me looking for attention

→ you had done all you could to subtly show your affection, and yet, it seemed he remained oblivious to your efforts

EGOIST

-> "show the world whar a real egoist looks like, nishimura"

TUMBLR.COM

smau, fluff

-> being a writer is hard, especially when you're a hardcore stan on tumblr.com. so when the legendary niki writer disappeared out of the blue, the readers were naturally heartbroken! but! what happens when their beloved nishirikithinker got revealed as THE yn of the hot new girl group?!

HEADCANONS

boyfriend niki who...

#٠ ࣪⭑ navi

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littlespace-imagines · 1 year

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Little Muse pt.6

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5

Pairing: CG!Vincent × little!reader

Contains: fluff, short slow burn, Vincent Sinclair figuring out how to be a caregiver, CG/L dynamics, Vincent is an amazing bf, reader is GN but wears skirts and dresses a lot (they're so comfy and cute), cursing, Bo doesn't understand but tried to be supportive, Lester is high key a middle

TW: This chapter has canon typical violence and gore mentions, please exercise caution if this disturbs you

**Ageregression and Littlespace will never be sexualized on this blog**

The universe has a really funny way of fucking things up just as things seem okay again.

You had been kidnapped, you saw your face on the news multiple times while watching TV with Bo, you saw your family pleading for you to come home because they loved you so much, you scoffed and asked Bo to change the channel.

Now today someone else’s face was on the news. The police had considered your case cold and was no longer looking for you, it felt a bit surreal to know that you were no longer a concern but it was also a relief. Now that the police weren’t looking you Vincent would sometimes let you go to two with Lester if you wore a wig and glasses. You wouldn’t be able to leave if you wanted too though because Lester kept a good eye on you.

Vincent and yours relationship was largely platonic but lately there had been so obvious tension between big you and him, it wasn’t a bad tension it was hard to describe. Vincent was an ideal man, he was clean and tidy, kept himself groomed, could cook and clean, and an amazing artist. What wasn’t appealing about the man? You had yet to find something other than the mask that was a draw back.

You had asked Bo about it, he explained it simple enough and said that it would best if you didn’t ask Vincent seeing as he was incredibly self conscious about it.

You may be wondering what all that has to do with the universe fucking things up, well I assure you I��m getting there, it all started this morning. I woke up in my room and Vincent was no where to be found, I did my usual morning routine and got dressed in a simple sweatpants and a black t-shirt before going downstairs for breakfast.

I was greeted in the kitchen by Lester,

“Whooo! There she is! Goodmorning!” Lester smiled at you, you gave him a small wave and a ‘Morning.’ In response. It’s not often Lester comes for breakfast so it was a pleasant surprise to see the younger brother, you quickly grabbed some breakfast, just some simple Nutella toast and a bowl of grapes before making some for Vincent aswell. You went down into the basement and handed the man his plate which he thanked you for in sign.

You still didn’t know everything but you were catching on really well, sometimes you could even sign back to him which was really exciting.

You spent a couple hours chatting, Vincent had tried putting you in Littlespace but you weren’t feeling it today, so he instead showed you some of his latest art work which you were excited to see.

“Hey, Vince, can I take a walk?” You ask and he thinks for a moment before nodding

‘Be back before dinner’ he signs and you sign a simple ‘Ok’ in response before walking into the main house. You borrow a jacket from Bo, and set out on your walk through Ambrose.

You pulled out the MP3 player that was graciously gifted to you by Lester, you had went to a library with him and was able to download some music for when you went on walks or cleaned around the house.

(Bo’s pov)

I stood at the sink doing the dishes when Vincent came running in behind me frantically signing,

“Woah, Woah! You’re going to damn fast.” I yell and I see him take a breath

‘The bodies, they’re gone, and (y/n) is on a walk.” He signs and I feel my blood run cold

“They’re gone?” I ask and he nods, I frantically run my hand through my hair, tugging on it.

“How does that happen?!” I yell

‘Lester didn’t give them enough of the paralyzing agent, I told you to leave it to me.’ He signs and I nod, I know he’s right. Fuck. This isn’t good at all. I grab a jacket and dial Lester’s cellphone on the landline

“Fucking pick up. Pick up, pick up.” I plead

“Hello?” Lester answers, he knows I never call his cell unless it’s an emergency

“The people escaped and (y/n) isn’t in the house.” I say

“Fuck!” Lester tells and the phone drops, the call ends and I hang up before Vincent and I run out the door and to my truck while Vincent goes to do a walk through of all the areas I won’t be able to get to.

I can’t help but plead to a god I don’t believe in for their safety.

(Your POV)

You hand ended up wandering into the house of wax, you hadn’t been back in it since the day you were kidnapped and you wanted to keep looking through it. You were admiring a particular wax figure of a man playing the piano who looked so life-like you were waiting for him to blink when someone suddenly tackled you to the ground, you let out a scream only for them to cover your mouth with their hand.

“Shut up! Shut up! You’re one of them!” They whisper-yelled and you started crying, anxiety and fear overwhelming you.

What were they talking about?

Who were you one of?

You had so many questions and fear racing through you as the short man pulled you up with him.

“See, here’s what we’re gonna do, you’re gonna lead me to them and so help me god you step out of line I’ll slit your throat right here and now.” He says as he brandishes a razor blade, held tightly between his fingers. He pulled you infront of him and pressed the blade to your neck. He led you infront of him and began yelling.

“Hey! I got your friend! I’m gonna fucking kill ‘em! Just like you sick fucks did to my friends!” He screamed and you whimpered, feeling the sharp edge nick your skin

You couldn’t help but sway on your feet, your vision became cloudy as you cried, panic rising from your stomach and gripping your body like a vice, you were horrified, terrified even. Where was Vincent? Why wasn’t he protecting you?

“Oh, so you’re not gonna play?! That’s fine. Me and your friend here are gonna go inside that apartment building and you have by noon tomorrow to bring me all my friends alive or I’m gonna fucking kill them.” He screamed again. The man pulled you over to a random building and kicked the door in, he pushed you on the ground and quickly barricaded the two of you inside the building. You thought about attacking him, about doing something, yet your body wouldn’t let you.

You felt scared, alone, and violated. This person was threatening your life. Why?

I cried harder as I felt myself regressing, my mind would no longer let me stay big.

(Vincent’s POV)

I punched the wall as hard as I could. I was freaking out, I couldn’t stop, what was he doing to them? What was he saying to them? They must be so fucking scared.

“Vince, it’s fine, we can just give them their friends. We found them, they’re alive, they’re locked in one of the spare rooms.” Lester said in an attempt to calm me

“I don’t FUCKING care Lester! I want them DEAD, do you understand? I want them to experience a painful and agonizing death. NO ONE gets to touch my baby.” I scream

Bo and Lester stare at me in stunned silence as I stood there breathing heavily.

“Holy shit. Vince, you just fucking yelled at me.” Lester says

“Ofcourse he screamed, dipshit. Imagine how stressed he is right now, would you wanna be throwing hand signs while being pissed?” Bo retorts to the younger brother sarcastically,

“Can you guys shut up and help me figure out a plan? Please?” I beg as I sank to the floor, I sat there for a moment, pulling at my hair.

“Wait. The tunnels.”

#littlespace fanfiction #x little!reader #xlittle!reader #little!reader #slasher x reader #slashers x little!reader #vincent sinclair x you #vincent sinclair headcannon #vincent sinclair imagines #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #house of wax x reader #house of wax #slashers x reader

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bonusholefakeboy · 2 years

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Pt 4.

My current partner did something tonight that reminded me of a story for y'all...

Bf2, who had a porn-pretty cock if I do say so, knew that while long enough to be cervix-pummeling, he wasn't quite as thick as Bf 1 had been. (Bf 1 always joked that he was hung like a tuna can.)

And on some level, Bf1 knew his cock wasn't hurting me the way my ex's would, and so when he got a Prince Albert piercing, he would sometimes put a spiked barbell in before he fucked me.

It wasn't enough to push that gorgeous cock into my unprepared pussy, his dick was literally barbed. Even just with normal balls in, that piercing was rough on my hole and murder in my throat.

The spikes though. With those in, he'd take his time, working his cock deeper and deeper into me. I'd end up wet and a little bloody by the time those spikes met my cervix. And yes, I felt them stab that deep inside me.

Tonight my current bf had me face down in bed, one arm putting his weight into my back and the other holding my hip where he wanted. He was pounding into me per usual (his cock is much more moderate- hits all the good spots but doesn't leave me wanting to ice my pussy afterwards.)

Tonight, he decided to angle the hand that had been digging into my hip and jam his thumb inside my pussy alongside his cock.

I don't know if I'm getting too loose for his pleasure or if he just wanted me to feel his thumbnail rake my insides with every thrust.

Either way, I made sure to squeeze myself tight around him and take every thrust gratefully until he blew today's load in me.

Good girls are thankful for every gift they are given after all.

#true #ftm girl #fakeboy #misgender me #forcedsex #ftm breeding

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zanarkandskylines · 3 months

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𝓴𝓪𝓽𝓼𝓾𝓴𝓲 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

yeah, i come alive, i'll survive, take on anything so paint a target on my back, let 'em come for me i don't fall, don't quit, don't ever sleep 'cause i'm on another level that you'll never reach if you seek forgiveness, you'll get nothing from me

『 head cannons, imagines & drabbles 』

꒰ comfort ꒱ ♡ surprise grief comfort ♡ kat stays with you in the hospital ♡ bakugo takes care of you ♡ coping with the accident pt.2 ♡ a promise kept ♡ sweet nothings ♡ enjoying the silence

꒰ fluff ꒱ ♡ first time dad ♡ fluffy bf!bakugo headcanons ♡ valentine's tradition w/ midoriya ♡ buying him presents ♡ jealous on valentine's day ♡ bkdk fluff ♡ pro-hero support!bakugo headcanons ♡ mha love letters series ♡ home sweet home ♡ carrying him to his dorm room ♡ a quiet life - kiribaku x reader ♡ right person, wrong time? ♡ insisting he cooks for you ♡ making him a birthday gift

꒰ angst ꒱ ♡ coping with the accident pt.1 ♡ lost in the echo ♡ deception

꒰ nsfw ꒱ ♡ bf!bakugo comforts you ♡ leaving on a mission ♡ returning from a mission ♡ getting caught on patrol ♡ happy birthday katsuki! [4/20/24]

『 fics 』 series/multi-chapter ♡ hollow heart ⇢ pro-hero bakugo x pro-hero fem!reader ꒰ little bit of everything꒱ [ chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 ] - ongoing the dynamic duo of dynamight and deku are unstoppable, climbing the hero charts like they always dreamed of as kids. reports have noted people going missing, specifically with rare quirks, and with plenty of other heroes being unavailable, you’re chosen to tag along with the duo for the night operation. everything is going according to plan until the villain lands a surprise attack, resulting in the your kidnapping and whisking you away through a mysterious portal. it’s been a month since your disappearance with no help of the hero agency. bakugo and midoriya take it into their own hands and are determined to get you back - no matter how long or what it takes.

♡ tangled hearts ⇢ kiribaku x fem!reader ꒰ little bit of everything꒱ [ ongoing series ] set in the japanese country side, bakugo and kirishima are happily married in their 30s. bakugo’s a successful fashion designer while kirishima is a personal trainer and owner of the local gym, as well as a volunteer firefighter. they’re content in life until the day you show up at kirishima’s gym - a new face to town that he doesn’t recognize. one-shots

꒰ comfort ꒱ ♡ tidal wave ⇢ pro-hero!bakugo x pro-hero!fem!reader you have your first accident on patrol & run to bakugo for support in the middle of the night.

♡ operation: shut down ⇢ bakugo x fem!reader bakugo experiences his first ever “failure” on a supervised patrol during his senior year internship and you're there to comfort him.

꒰ fluff ꒱ ♡ accidental damage ⇢ pro-hero!bakugo x pro-hero support fem!reader you're looking forward to movie day with bakugo when he gets called on patrol, so you go out shopping instead only to get caught in the middle of a villain attack.

♡ a special hike ⇢ bakugo x fem!reader a weekend getaway to celebrate bakugo's hero ranking reaching number three in japan and his 25th birthday. the perfect time for you to ask him to be yours - forever.

♡ unbreakable bonds ⇢ bakugo x fem!reader a collective of family bonding and little moments between you and katsuki.

꒰ angst ꒱ -` coming soon! ´-

꒰ nsfw ꒱ ♡ sticky heat ⇢ bakugo x fem!reader you & bakugo are studying for senior year exams when you gets frustrated - he has the perfect solution. ♡ behind closed doors ⇢ bakugo x fem!reader x deku you come home to a surprise one night of deku and bakugo making out in your bed! ♡ unexpected treasure ⇢ pro-hero bakugo x ex pro-hero fem!reader when bakugo gets caught up in the office after his patrol, you decide to send him some spicy semi-nudes in your hero suit with one sentence - “bringing you a surprise, stay in your office.” ♡ insatiable ⇢ pro-hero!bakugo x pro-hero fem!reader bakugo’s been away for an entire month on a mission and comes home early as a surprise, but little did he know just how much you missed him.

♡ cruel compulsions ⇢ bakugo x fem!reader; as a new transfer from a neighboring hero academy to UA, class 3A welcomes you with open arms. you fit in with the class seamlessly, with the exception of one person - katsuki bakugo. he doesn’t give you the time of day, ignoring you any chance he gets since he views you as an “outsider.” at least, that’s what he projects and not how he truly feels.

♡ on the rocks ⇢ pro-hero!bakugo x fem!reader your week couldn’t get any worse. between a screw up at work and getting dumped out of the blue, you needed to desperately let off some steam. thank goodness the girls were more than happy to take you out for the night in the city and spoil you with a good time. everything’s fine until you receive a text that spirals into an unpredicted hookup.

『 shorts 』 ꒰ Ao3 shorts collection ꒱

꒰ comfort ꒱ ♡ starless night ⇢ bakugo x fem!reader; you're struggling with a depressive episode and bakugo finds you on the roof in the middle of the night and offers support.

♡ fragile: handle with care ⇢ kiribaku x fem!reader; you're on a pro-hero patrol shift with kirishima and bakugo when you end up passing out from a headache and collapsing.

꒰ fluff ꒱ ♡ burn out → pro-hero bakugo x pro-hero fem!reader; you stands in like at bakugo's 5th meet and greet of the year to make him feel better about having to be around fans for 4 hours.

♡ substitute gear ⇢ bakugo x fem!reader; you and bakugo wear each other's colors to the annual Hero Gala to debut your relationship!

♡ blast off ⇢ bakugo x fem!reader; your favorite metal band is in town, the same one you used to listen to with bakugo back in high school, and you decide to go to the show together! after a long week, a night out in Shibuya is exactly what you need.

꒰ angst ꒱ ♡ leave it all behind ⇢ pro-hero!bakugo x ex pro-hero fem!reader; everything changes one night with a heated argument, a slammed door, a tossed ring and leaving two broken hearts.

꒰ nsfw ꒱ ♡ game over ⇢ bakugo x fem!reader; bakugo & midoriya make a bet with you that they end up losing, resulting in them getting their nipples pierced!

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♡ last updated; 04/17/24

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#bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #my hero academia #mha #bnha #dynamight #fanfic list #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfic #character masterlist #Spotify

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ill-doit-anyway · 8 months

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Day 39/100

// 09/09/23// (Teo's birthday! pt. 1) I'll post more from this day bc I want to show a lot of pictures heh

Teo turned 19 today and I feel so grateful to have him, in such a short time he became one of my top favorite persons in the world <3

Shower

Gave Teo his gifts (3 Brandon Sanderson's books)

Met bf's aunt, cousins and grandma

Ate with his family

Played with the kids

Went to a natural reserve with rescued animals (mostly from traffic)

Came back home

Ate at McDonald's

#100 days of productivity #100dop #student life #psychology student #boyfriend #couple #sunset

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thearowriter · 2 years

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Class 1-A Boys Celebrating S/O’s Birthday (pt. 1)

(SFW)

Featuring: Bakugou, Kaminari, Kirishima, and Sero

* Every character in this post is aged up to 18+ *

A/N: it was my birthday yesterday and I was stuck in iso. :/

To make up for this fact, have some bday headcanons with your fave boys!

Bakugou is the kind of bf who is hellbent on making your birthday absolutely perfect for you. Takes the day off from work and has the day carefully planned and coordinated.

He’s not one to make a big show of it in public, however. He’s big in the media already and wants to keep his private life private. That doesn’t mean he won’t go out if you want to, though.

Expect a home-cooked breakfast with all of your favourites to be on the table shortly after you wake up. Waffles, eggs benny, French toast, whatever is your fave, Bakugou is ON it.

The day is just filled with your favourite activities. Whether that’s something active like ice skating or a walk in the park, or something more laid back, like an afternoon of board games in your apartment, Bakugou just wants to spend time with you. It doesn’t matter much to him what the two of you are doing as long as you’re happy.

Dinner is again, home-cooked by him, and he refuses any help while he prepares it. Living with this man is literally like eating in a restaurant for every meal. Nothing but the best for his s/o.

I feel like he’s the kind of bf to buy you expensive jewelry. A classy gift that will last for a long time, and that is meaningful for both of you.

The night ends in bed with cuddles as a movie playing in the background, sweet kisses being exchanged while he pets your hair and tells you how lucky he is to have you.

Denki just wants to make sure you have a good time on your birthday, so whatever you want to do, he’s down.

He is a terrible cook, but he really tries his best to make breakfast in bed for you. Long story short though, you awaken to the sound of the smoke alarm and end up making something very simple for the two of you after you jokingly laugh at how precious he is.

To make up for the breakfast fiasco, he surprises you with a catered picnic in a nearby park. You spend the afternoon chatting, joking and cuddling over drinks and delicious food.

After eating all afternoon, neither of you would be particularly hungry come dinner time, so you’d grab some food from a nearby vendor as a snack.

The the two of you head back to your apartment for a movie night with lots of treats. You get to pick the movie, of course. He’s really willing to watch anything, whether it be action, rom-com, or thriller.

For a gift, he gets you a beautiful bouquet of flowers and a new outfit that you had tried on in the store and loved, but didn’t end up buying in favour of something else.

Denki just really likes to tell you how much he loves and appreciates you. He isn’t necessarily the best with words about how deep his feelings are for you and he is an anxious boy, but he will do his absolute best to get his thoughts across.

This man is a self-care KING. He may as well have invented the spa style birthday. He makes sure to take very good care of himself and he’s sure to extend that care to his s/o as well.

The day starts off with a healthy breakfast and then it’s off to the spa for a full day of relaxation for the two of you.

Face masks, massages, pedicures, you name the treatment and it’s happening on your special day. Whatever you choose to do, Kirishima does it too! He’s just happy to spend time with you.

After you’re all done with the spa, he takes you home to get ready and takes you out for dinner at your favourite restaurant. Like the manly gentleman he is, Kirishima will go FULL OUT with a tux and everything.

For a gift, he’s going to be getting you care items. Expect the ultimate “relaxation” care package. Bath bombs, lotion, face masks, a new robe and the like. He wants to get you things that you’ll be able to use to relax and take care of yourself after a hard day. You can also expect a pretty card!

The night ends with cuddles, sweet kisses, and quiet exchanges of love and adoration. Best birthday EVER.

Sero is all for the self-care type of birthday, similar to Kiri but not the same. The difference is, you and him like to stay in the comfort of your own home. I just feel like he’s the most romantic guy omg!! Your birthday? No exception to that.

Sero doesn’t particularly like media attention either, and so unless you really want to go out and do something then he’s perfectly happy to stay at home with you and shower you in love and affection.

He’d start out the day by waking you up with soft kisses and a little back massage, and then bringing you a breakfast in bed. Cuddles ensue. This man is a huge cuddler. Change my mind.

You two spend the day at home, watching movies, playing video games or board games, snacking throughout. Although it’s your birthday, going easy on you in Mario Kart is NOT an option. Well, maybe a liiiittle bit of leniency…

When it comes to giving gifts, Sero all about special and meaningful gifts. He gives you a a piece of jewelry that’s a family heirloom, like a ring or a special bracelet, a fuzzy blanket, and a beautiful new notebook with a lovely message from him inside the front cover.

Still not wanting to go out, he’d order your favourite thing for dinner and have it delivered. That way he can enjoy it with you without too much hassle. He also has sweets and snacks in full supply for desert!!

Sero is magical with words. Expect him to use every synonym for “love” in the dictionary as he whispers sweet things to you as the two of you drift off to sleep.

Hoping to have part two to this up soon! Lots of love!

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boba-beom · 3 years

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note: nsfw are clearly marked with the designated key, so, MDNI otherwise I will block ♡

requests: closed

works in the drafts | last updated: jan 9 ‘22

OT5

➳ HEADCANONS:

･ txt finally meeting you while in a long distance relationship beomgyu & hueningkai | yeonjun, soobin & taehyun | f | ❀

･ txt babysitting kids with you | f | ❀

･ txt’s love language | f | ❀

･ txt’s types of romantic relationships | f | ❀

･ who gets hurt | a | ❀

･ when you’re not dating but you’re not just friends | f

➳ REACTIONS:

･ neck kisses | f | ❀

･ calling them pretty | f

➳ SERIES:

OT5 / selected members

･ Valentines day | f | (on hold)

･ kiss me more | f | s | Yeonjun | Beomgyu

･ all I think about is you | f | s | Soobin ft. Taehyun (on hold until further notice)

➳ DRABBLES:

･ Ice cream and Fries | f | r

･ mini blurb | f

➳ TIME STAMPS:

･ [15:30] | f

･ [17:53] | m | r

･ [19:15] | m

➳ THOUGHTS:

hard thoughts:

･ subby!soobin

･ soobin and his 'mirrored' ceiling

soft thoughts: loading...

➳ ONESHOTS:

･ fellow associate | f | r

･ late gifts | f

･ be good | f , m

･ fall for you | f, s

➳ DRABBLES:

･ Mid Summer | f | r

･ Hi, hello | f

･ text me good night | f | ❀

･ arcade date | f | ❀

･ 13th september | f

･ mini blurb | f

･ clay candy | f

･ 'oh yeah?' | s, m

･ forever valentine | f | ❀

･ can't take my eyes off of you | f | ❀

➳ TIME STAMPS:

･ [01:05] college!au | f | ❀

･ [20:38] | f

➳ THOUGHTS:

hard thoughts:

･ handjob with acrylic nails

･ handjob with acrylic nails 2

･ fratboy!yeonjun at a party

･ in the bathroom with yj (ask)

soft thoughts:

･ yj casually flirting with you (ask)

･ yj casually flirting with you pt 2 (ask)

➳ ONESHOTS:

･ trapped in your game | m (community labelled)

･ midnight snacks | f | s

･ airport crush 2 ft. beomgyu | f | m | ❀

➳ SOCIAL MEDIA AU:

･ just friends? | f

➳ DRABBLES:

･ I can do it | f

･ bubble masks | r | f

･ I’m grateful you’re mine | f

･ mini blurb | f

➳ TIME STAMPS:

･ [01:24] | m

･ [22:06] | a | f

･ [20:30] | a — prequel | f

･ [13:37] | m

➳ THOUGHTS:

hard thoughts:

･ long hair!gyu giving you head

･ reuniting with childhood bff!gyu

･ longhair!gyu giving you head pt 2 ft taehyun

･ me and @/fairyofshampgyu crying abt gyu (reblogs)

soft thoughts: loading...

➳ MINI SERIES:

･ Santa Tell Me | part 1 | part 2 | f | m

summary: It’s your first Christmas with Beomgyu, and what better way to spend it than to spend it with him? You plan something for him, but he’s not the only one receiving a surprise.

･ I Like U | f | on hold

synopsis: after meeting one of your best friend’s friends, you initially found him attractive and thought he’d be a careless crush that would soon dissipate into nothing. that is, until a series of events proved you wrong and perhaps those feelings lingered longer than they should have. would something become of it?

➳ ONESHOTS:

･ whisker dimples | f | ❀

･ hold my hand | f | ❀

･ airport crush | m

･ your person | f

･ stay still | m | ❀

･ I Like U (sorry, I never meant to) | f | s

➳ DRABBLES:

･ Candlelit | f | r

･ Staring Contest | f | r

･ here for you | f | r

➳ TIME STAMPS:

･ [16:29] | f | ❀

➳ THOUGHTS:

hard thoughts:

･ bfb!taehyun at the club

･ taehyun giving you head ft gyu

･ bf!taehyun

soft thoughts: loading...

➳ ONESHOTS:

･ americano | f

･ second heartbeat | f | s

･ with you | f | ❀

･ well hidden | f | s | ❀

･ nobody but you | f | s | ❀

･ skate to my heart | f

➳ SOCIAL MEDIA AU:

･ they don’t know | a

･ we did that too | a

➳ DRABBLES:

･ 14th august 1:00AM | f

･ morning pancakes | r | f

➳ ONESHOTS:

･ super shy | f | s | ❀

➳ THOUGHTS:

hard thoughts: virgin bf subby!hyuka | m

soft thoughts: loading...

#[ 🪔 ] — smiles' masterlist #txt scenarios #txt x reader #txt masterlist

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lovelykei · 4 years

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Omg?? The Haikyū boyfriends on Insta post you made was so cute!! 😍✨💖💓👌🏻😭 can definitely imagine how annoying Oikawa is but obvs I’d give in anytime bc this 😤 bitch 😤 loves 😤 him 😤 I hope you can post more of those!! I’d love to see Bokuto, Futakuchi, Ushijima and Goshiki’s posts if you’re up for it?? ((But do u think Ushijima has an IG account tho skskskks)) ((sorry if I sound too friendly I just get excited when u post new stuff ✊🏻😔))

Haikyuu boyfriends on Instagram pt.3

Ahhhh I’m so glad you like them! You gotta love Oikawas annoying ass 😔✊🏻

I actually had bokuto and Ushijima done already 😳😳 so I added futakuchi and Goshiki too just for you queen 👑 ((I think he does but he probably barely updates it)) and it’s totally okay!! It makes me excited when I see your name in my ask 🥺 en knee wayz saddle up we going on another ride 🤠🤠

Bois: Ushijima , Futakuchi , Goshiki

Ushijima

Yes. Your boyfriend is awkward af most of the time.

And yes he doesn’t even know that.

hoWEVER he is the cutest little cinnamon bun in the world

Andhedeservesallofyourloveandaffection

So this picture was taken when you were walking home with the boys

You and Toshi were powerwalking like the power couple you are 😤😤

When you realized the team was not following behind????

You were too fast again 😔

So you guys decided to wait there and in the cold 🙂

While those idiots still were nowhere to be seen 🙂

Ofc your giagantic teddy bear of a boyfriend noticed you shivering and was q u I c k to wrap his arms around you

You were engulfed bc mans b I g😳

Since you were all snuggled up you didn’t notice the team arriving until you heard snickering behind Ushijima

After he let go of you, you bonked every single one who laughed over the head before you turning around to keep walking.

That night you received a text from tendou with that ^ image attached

“Why tf does he bend like that”

Suddenly you realized 2 things

1. why everyone was laughing

2. You loved Ushijima Wakatoshi so much 🥺

Futakuchi

You are dating a bully😔

He bullies you abt your height (regardless of how tall you are)

The height is the main point but truly your boyfriend lives to bully you so he really would bully you abt everything 💀

HOWEVER you say one (1) bad thing about yourself and suddenly you’re the bad guy 😔

So this morning he came over with a gift

He had bought you guys matching grey sweaters🤩

“Why does everything look so big on you? You’re really a dwarf huh?”

New skill unlocked: stomp on your bfs foot✨💪🏻

N e ways the bullying goes on until throughout the day until you finally put your foot down 😔

You grab him and stand infront of the mirror

“I’m gonna record you bullying me and tell aone to beat you over the head”

He stood next to you and posed

“Oof get my good side babes”

Asifhehasabadside

You decided to just take a picture instead, because Jfc was your boyfriend handsome😔

At the end of the day you were never actually offended because it was all harmless fun

And you knew he loved you (like this boy?? A simp)

“You look so pretty babe” “🥺”

“It must be the sweater” “😀”

Goshiki

✨arcade dates✨

Well it wasn’t originally an arcade date but somehow you guys found yourself at an arcade.

It was like heaven to you

S o m a n y p l u s h i e s✨🥺✨

But you have to win them 😔

But Goshiki is great at it ✨🥺✨

“You want a plushie? I can get you 10!”

“Tomu please- just one is fine”

You didn’t expect him to get it at the first try and you were truly amazed

Cue clapping and cheering for Goshiki, the only man ever

BlusHY bOIIIIIII

But also motivated boi

And this is exactly why you ended up getting one of every plushie at the arcade

You had to brag, I mean your man basically just won the whole arcade for you

So you posed infront of a big mirror with all your plushies (that you could fit) in your arms

The rest were held by the best boi 🥺💓

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq smau #haikyuu smau #hq imagine #hq x you #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima #ushijima smau #ushijima x reader #goshiki tsutomu #goshiki #goshiki smau #goshiki x reader #futakuchi kenji #futakuchi smau #futakuchi x reader #futakuchi

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shijakbuteoda · 4 years

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messy nct / wayv bios pt.3

pt.1 & pt.2

follow me on twt @ YEONIGOTCHI or i’ll... -?/!:@: cry maybe :)

johnny:

#USER: wdym am i single ??? NO . johnny suh is my .. b̴̢͖͔͉̪͒̐̈͋ì̶͍̭̠̺̈́̂̊g̶͇̮̗͖̟̱͙̩̔ͅ ̴͕̮̘̯͉̞͐̍̀̈́̅́͒̃͘͠t̷̯͈͙̪̞̹̜͚̐́̒̍̽̇̂̅͜͝ị̵̧͚̳̳̳̥̟͈̈́͆̽͂d̷̡͇̘͉͌d̷̖͙̤̯̰͙́̌̆̕͜͝͝͝ͅͅí̴͔̪̜̯̝̗͚̾̅͂̓́̌͊̒̎͜e̷͕̘͖̺̘̞̩̼͆ ̷̛̼̠̈́͒́̾͑͑̊͘g̵̓̿͋͌͌͗͆̐͘ͅo̵̰̰͕̺̭̟̤̖̪̽͝t̶͙̦̬̯̙̠̥̥͖̝̓͂̀̀͒͐̈́̕h̷̡̨͇̪̫͐̚ ̴̢̱̼̻̞̐͛g̸̡͉̯̣̭̹̣̯͚̹͆̎̎͛͛̈͝f̵̛̣̂͂ get outta here >:(

yuta:

#YUTAAA: no present could ever have the ability to replace the joy that i feel when i’m merely in the presence of mark lee... live with that in mind when u buy me a gift :D

kun:

USER: wikihow ; how to give qian kun the world and more ??

jaehyun:

pulled into #JAEHYUN’s lane at a hundred and five baby 😎

sicheng:

#WINWIN: you guys are saying you are what you eat??-?/!/ hmmm i don’t remember eating a dance, rap & vocal icon for breakfast ??-?/

USER: my schedule consists of - waking up, winwinning, sleeping & repeat .

jungwoo:

[ matching bio w/ someone who is hyuck biased ]

#WOO: hi if ure reading this i think u r veeeeery pretty <3 @ username

yukhei:

USER: xuxi or me, he said .... sigh .. sometimes i can still hear the sound of his voice :/

hendery:

#KUNHANG: im a bad bitch ... i was gna say u can’t kill me but u can idm 😳👍🏼

xiaojun:

#USER: hey hey hey hey ... shut up >:( dejun is takin a nap in my pocket !! don’t disturb him !!

renjun:

#REND: damn this bitch never stops tweeting about me ... as they should :)

jeno:

WARNING : this user is a fool for #JENO, and rightfully so.

haechan:

[ matching bio w/ someone who is jwoo biased ]

#HYUCK: @ username ... uhh suddenly i am jared, 19 😸👍🏼

#HAECH: here for a good time, and also a long time bc i’m ur fullsun and i’m not going anywhere !!

jaemin:

#JAEMS: i’m ur catboy bf... nyaaaa *pukes on ur carpet* 😼

shotaro:

#TARO: give me like 12 months and i can rid of my government assigned “uwu soft boy” persona in favour of readapting my thirst trapping, tiktok boy agenda 😎

sungchan:

#SUNGCHANNIE: lyrics that speak to me??? hmm, probably “let’s play forever, i just wanna be your dog [BARK BARK BARK BARK]” ... truly, words of wisdom .

chenle:

chenle reacted with 🔥 to: chenle is more than just his laugh and wealth

jisung:

SUNGIE: im an alt kid . i wreak havoc . i Will take over and enforce my controversial beliefs : this being “chenle best boy” thanku for ur time . ALSO ACAB N BLM this is a safe space for !! lgbtq+ n the poc community !!!-!-!/&/&&/

#USER: jisung is 18 international age and has accomplished more than i ever would in my lifetime .... jisung it boy jisung ace

LIKE / REBLOG IF YOU USE !!

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dreamylyfe-x · 3 years

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heyo i've been watching the eps in real time, but i only got around to watching the gallavich hall of shame today and i loved all of it except the beg which i was really hoping you could help me with cuz i've been extremely upset by it (literally crying oops). so, why would the writers possibly use the phrasing "piece of my heart" and act like what ian felt for his other bfs is in any way comparable to mickey, only on a much lesser level? cuz we've seen it play out that that's just false [pt 1]

Hey! Sorry about not getting to this right away -- real life has been extreme today -- but I wanted to make sure to reply to this ASAP because it clearly bothered you a bunch. This ask has several parts and I’m going to pull the questions from the others so that I can best answer. And I may sound a little glib because I know this really, really bothered you, so I want to make it clear: I completely respect your feelings about this... but I don’t think the show was thinking about how people who love Gallavich would feel about that line. Because they had a brief and it was “write a clip show.”

First: why would the writers make ian flat out tell mickey that doesn't have his whole heart WHEN THEY'RE MARRIED for god's sake.

So that they’d have a fight through which they would introduce themed clip packages that had already been decided on.

Second: i'm just so confused and upset about what the writers were trying to accomplish with this?

Completely understandable that you’d be confused by it, because the primary thing they were looking to accomplish was to have snippets of conversation that would introduce themed clip packages.

Third: why'd the writers chose such vague flowery BS wording for this? plz help me get it

Because nothing in the Hall of Shame episodes can actually add up to anything significant, because they’re clips shows that were put together entirely because Showtime needed to fill time while the show -- which is still shooting -- finishes up.

A few things about the Hall of Shame episodes. The first and the most important: It’s pretty much impossible to write a good clip show. They are creative black holes. I shudder to think how much time the writers were even given to do these things. They all -- All! -- exist solely to fill time. So it’s always “The Golden Girls sit around a table and eat cheesecake and then reminisce about all the times they ate cheesecake.” One of the very worst episodes of Star Trek: TNG exists solely because they ordered another episode at the last minute and it’s -- you guessed it! -- A clip show. The best -- and I use that term loosely -- clip shows are the ones where the have some Voice of God narrator say “Mickey and Ian are the romantic heart of the show, but they don’t always get along! Cue clip package where Mickey and Ian fight about stuff. Voice of God: “But they sure do enjoy making up!” -- Cue clip package of Ian and Mickey making out.

That still sounds pretty terrible. The best idea for a Shameless clip show is to do some sort of Frank-at-the-bar-talking-shit thing and I’m sure they thought of that and then I'm sure they were like “Fuck. We can’t spare Bill for that kind of time.” -- and then they had to do this. This whole thing is born of scarcity -- of time, of means and of new things to put on the tv -- And given the choice, having seen what came out of it, I think I opt for what they did because I truly do believe the Mickey gifs that the Fiona one produced have restorative properties and I am very grateful that they exist.

The Hall fo Shame episodes giveth, and they taketh away. So my advice, in how to approach them is just this:

They aren’t canon

Nothing that happens in them matters

But the parts you like can be as real as you want them to be

So take what you like and throw the rest away

But again, this might be easier said than done, so let me dig a little deeper into what bothers you so much about this line in the context that it happens.

The 87% line is patently ridiculous and I reject its premise. Love is not finite. You do not divide it between people. You love the people you love, the way you love them, and if someone else showed up you’d love them in whatever way you love them and that would not lessen the love you feel for anyone else. You do not suddenly love your child 50% less because you had another child. That is insane. You just love the other child also.

That said, the 11 seasons in which we have seen Ian love Mickey more than he loves anything -- his freaking words -- cannot be undone by one line of dialogue in a clip show. First, because clip shows are innately flawed, but also because 11 seasons are more important than one line of dialogue. Even ONE episode of Not a Clip Show is more important than what happens in a clip show. Every single episode of Shameless is trying to do something much more valid and important with the characters than introduce a clip package.

This problem is also not restricted to the Gallavich episode -- People do a whole bunch of stuff in the HoS episodes that they’ve never done on the show. Carl and Debbie don’t punch each other in the face. Lip doesn’t completely and totally discount every single thing his sister did to keep a roof over their head. Mickey doesn’t act like Ian’s sexuality is a lifestyle choice and Ian is smart enough to know that Mickey Milkovich -- who he loves more than anything -- doesn’t want hear about the mathematical breakdown of how much Ian cares about Other Men.

now i desperately need the writers to fix this and say mickey has ian's whole heart.

This is probably not going to happen because I don’t think Actual Shameless considers that to be a thing that happened. On Actual Shameless Ian watched Mickey beat Ned up and then ran away with him when the cops showed up looking DELIGHTED that Mickey had beaten Ned up. On Actual Shameless Ian can barely stand to have Kash touch him once he’s been with Mickey, because Mickey is all he wants. On Actual Shameless Ian’s most viable non-Mickey relationship crumbles the second Mickey shows up because there’s just no comparison for him. Ian loves Mickey. He doesn’t stop. If something happened to Mickey he wouldn't look vaguely disconcerted and then get into an argument with some third party about whether or not it’s valid to be weirded out when someone you had sex with dies. You know that line, “show, don’t tell”? There’s reason that’s considered better storytelling -- because the stuff you show is the stuff that the audience feels and experiences. If Ian had said he loved Ned in any capacity I would have laughed out loud, because what I was shown was Ian mostly hanging out with Ned because he was missing Mickey, wanted a distraction, liked room service and the occasional nice gift, and... it made Mickey jealous. None of that was about Ned.

And in the end: Ned’s dead, baby. Long live Gallavich.

(it would of course be very nice if Ian would tell Mickey he has his whole heart, partly because it’s true, but also because Mickey deserves to hear these sorts of things, and we all want Mickey to be happy. And I do think Ian probably does tell Mickey that, after the clip show is over -if we acknowledge that this happened at all- because ultimately Ian’s whole life is about Mickey. Mickey is all he ever talks about. Even when he’s being pissy it’s all about how things are going with Mickey and how they are GOING to be going with Mickey. How he feels about his job, how he feels about himself, what his life plan is -- all depends on what is up with Mickey. Mickey is everything to him, and I’m going to assume Ian both shows and tells Mickey that in key ways, because Mickey sure seems happy in the Fiona HoS.)

Anyway -- I don’t know if that helps at all, but that’s my take on this mess. Thank you for asking!

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