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houseofoddballs · 5 months

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OK, wow, a lot of you really wanted to go for the "good" ending, right? Well, I'm sorry, but there was no good ending. Enjoy my little oddballs! Final word count is about 2,400 words!

Tw: aggression, angst, emotional hurt, vulgarity, physical abuse? Tell me If there are more to add!

This wasn't working. You stood inside your bathroom, propped against the sink as you stared into your own eyes. They just looked so sad now, so hollow. You could remember Simon cupping your cheek as he stared into your eyes under starlight and murmured against your lips how much he loved seeing them light up around him.

What you wouldn't give to have that again. Staring up at the stars with Simon, his fingers brushing through your hair. You missed the soft mumbled apologies whenever he would catch a snag, and the way he focused on you more than any silly constellation.

"Why stars?" You had asked him, on probably the third date where he took you stargazing with either a picnic or just some takeout. I mean, this was Simon after all. Deep, brooding, knew all of the vital organs and arteries on the human body, etc. He didn’t exactly seem like the soft stargazing type, especially with as clumsy as he was at romance.

You were met with a gruff grunt and a shrug at the time. But later, once you two had eaten and were just laying back together, hand in hand, he answered your question. "'S because no matter where I'm deployed, I know I'm always lookin' up at the same sky as you."

You were snapped back to reality by a sharp rap at your door and the voice of a Scottsman who you had began to secretly loathe. "Aye, lass, ya' mind bringin' up the wheely bin? Ghost said he would take the trash out if ya do." A soft sigh was leaving your lips before you could even process his words, turning away from the reflection of your despondent hollow eyes.

Snow crunched under your feet as you trekked out of the garrage to fetch the trash bin from its place next to the mailbox. Cold seeped through the thin layers of your clothing, a frigid therapy to clear your mind and remind you that you were alive. It was uncomfortable, but in the most comfortable and enveloping sort of way. Like a hug that lasts a bit too long from someone who you know just wants to help.

Hugs. You missed those.

Your eyes flicked up to the night sky, moving between the stars like a pachinko ball bouncing off of celestial pegs. Maybe this was it. Maybe it was time to put yourself first for a change. The very thought made your stomach twist and churn with guilt, but you were far beyond guilt at this point. It wasn't healthy for you to spend afternoons sitting on your floor with you back pressed against the door so you could just listen to Soap and Simon talk without intruding on their time. It wasn't healthy for you to make yourself dissappear just to please an overgrown child. It wasn't healthy for you to beat yourself up over standing up for yourself and what you needed.

So, this was it. You had to be done. Simon had been given more than enough chances to put you first, and he hadn't taken any of them. Simon had simply stayed off to the side complacently as Johnny pushed you further and further away. So beit then.

Soap won.

You didn't bother packing most of your stuff knowing that it would only make it harder to leave, and if you let yourself think about it too much then you were going to stay trapped, haunting their broken relationship. No.

Your favorite clothes, toiletries, and other things went into your suitcase as you finally decided to free yourself. With every item you packed, it felt like another link was cut from the chain that was wrapped around your neck, trapping you here. And yet, there is terror that comes with freedom. You canceled your phone plan that night and waited until Ghost and Johnny went to bed to make your move.

Guttural grunts and lewd moans were your signal to move, rolling your eyes as you left a single sheet of paper folded neatly on your bed. Neither of them hardly ever came to check on you, so you reckoned that you had at least a week before even Simon noticed your absence. Unless, of course, Johnny noticed your car missing. But, even if he did, it didn't matter. This was it.

"Goodby, Simon. I loved you."

And then you were gone. Tossing your suitcase in the back and driving off into the night. The stars were, and always would be, a painful reminder of Simon. But they say that time heals all wounds. You would just have to test that.

no. No. NO. NO!

Simon's hands trembled as they clutched the small piece of paper from you pillows, eyes tracing over and reading each line until he couldn’t make out the words through the tears welling in his eyes.

Gone. You were gone.

His angel, his sweet, his world, his everything. As much as he tried to fool himself into asking why, he knew the answer.

Simon loved you desperately. After everything that had happened to him, his father, losing his family, being buried alive, being hung by his ribs, all of it; after all of it was when he had met you, and Ghost felt truly alive in a manner he had never felt before.

There were quite a few differences between feeling alive in the heat of battle and feeling alive with someone you love, and yet, both of them made Ghost acutely aware of his pounding heart, both of them made Ghost's stomach twist up in knots, both of them brought blood to Ghost's face.

And Ghost wouldn't have had it any other way. Ghost had spent so long being Ghost, that he was starting to forget who Simon was. But you changed that. A simple holiday with Price, that was all it took for him to meet and fall so ridiculously in love with you that he walked around base with a dopy grin under his Skull balaclava at the thought of you texting him.

As Simon numbly sat on the edge of your bed, clutching so tight to the paper that he was afraid it might shred, your entire relationship flashed before his eyes.

Your first date, your first hug, your first kiss, your first time, When he told you his real name, the first time he took off his mask in front of you, the first time he broke down to you. How could he have been such an idiot?

Simon tired to think back on His and Johnny's relationship in a similar way, but it just wasn't the same. They had been great friends in the task force already, so when they were both captured together, of course that was when things had to change.

Sure, he had fallen for Johnny's kind words and beautiful eyes when they were tied together and bleeding on the cold concrete. Ghost should have known better!! But when the stubborn Scottsman confessed so sweetly so that he wouldn't die with any regrets, well, it was hard not to feel touched.

But they just weren't compatible.

Johnny was loud, immature, selfish, didn't think very far ahead, and he was just so clingy. And, yet the thought of leaving him made Simon's heart ache whenever he thought about it. Johnny didn't treat him like he was in love, but Ghost was sure that Soap loved him in his own way.

But it wasn't worth this. He tried calling you, searching for you, emailing you for the queen's sake! But he found nothing. You had been so isolated that you didn't really have any friends that Simon knew of. He was just lost.

He should have taken the ache of being honest with John over this overwhelmingly hollow torment in his chest. When you left, you took hardly anything, but you took everything from Simon.

The world became colorless, music lost it's rhythm, food lost it's taste, life lost its luster. And Johnny? Well, he became a lot harder to tolerate.

"Did ya hear their makin' a new-" "Not now Johnny." It was like he didn't care. Didn't care that you were gone, didn't care how badly Simon was hurting. "Is this about the lass again? Look, I'm sorry Si, but it's not your fault she didn't care enought-"

"Shut up." Soap looked at Ghost in shock for a moment, a brow quirking up. "What?" "You heard me." Now Johnny's brows were furrowing, his lips setting into that stairght line that meant he was about to win.

Something about Soap? He was impossible to argue with. He would argue in circles to the point where it didn't matter which side he was on as long as he won, which was incredibly frustrating to say the least and made any arguments completely pointless because he would win in the end out of sheer exasperation. It was just easier that way. But not this time.

"Shut. Up." "Look, ya' ken nae go blamin' me for the way she left! She-" Simon was up in an instant, a hand around Soaps throat, effectively shutting him up and pinning him to the wall. Johnny reached up and clawed at his wrist as Simon squeezed just a bit too tight, he could feel Johnny's windpipe being crushed into itself. But he didn't care. Not right now.

"You absolute fuckin' nubty. You just don't get it, do you? Well, seargant, let me spell it out for you, you dense fuck." Simon's eyes were burning, but this wasn't Simon anymore. He could almost feel his balaclava over his face as he glowered down at Soap, eyes filled with disdain and mallace. This was Ghost, someone who hadn't been out to play in years, despite the name sticking around.

Soap winced as Ghost tightened his grip even further, a snarl meeting his lips as he spoke. "She was MINE. And I was hers. We'll use a pie for the sake of your small. Fucking. Brain." Each venomous word was punctuated with a twitch of Ghost's hand, a lingering desire to just squeeze all of the life out of Soap right here and now.

He could see Soaps eyes rolling back as dark spots were inevitably clouding them. That was no good. He had to be awake for what Simon had to say. Ghost loosened his grip just enough to allow Soap the bare minimum of blood and oxygen before delivering a harsh slap across his face with his free hand.

"Ah ah ah sausage, stay with me. So, the pie. She goes and gets a third of the pie because I'm in the military and she doesn't get to see my beautiful mug very often. Then, she hears that I'm coming home for good. She gets all of that delicious pie. Ya' followin' me Johnny?" A strangled nodd. Good. Ghost didn't care about the strangled noises leaving soap or the way that tears pricked his eyes.

"Good boy Johnny. So, she thinks she's getting all of this pie that I am. And then, I come back toting your arse along like some fucking new pet. Well, now she thinks she only gets half of the pie. But she still agrees because she was a fucking angel." Ghost's voice was cold again, filled with the same gruffness that the military had imparted into him.

Ghost hadn't been out in ages. It felt good. Ghost could feel Soaps pulse under his fingers, feel his lifeblood. It was intoxicating. He loved that look of pure terror, missed people looking at him like the monster he was.

"Except, instead of half of the pie, she's still only getting a third, because SOMEONE is a greedy fucking pig. Wonder who that is, Johnny?" Ghost cocked his head to the side as he dug his nails into the flesh of Johnny's neck, reveling in the way that he winced.

"And then what happens? This little piggy goes and takes even more of the fuckin pie. You just keep taking and taking and TAKING until all that was left was fucking crumbs. Do you get it now? You fucking muppet."

Soap nodded furiously as he gripped Ghost's wrist, trying desperately to pull him off. But it wasn't Ghost's fault Johnny hadn't been working out as much. Five years ago he would have at least been able to put up a fight. This was just pathetic to Ghost.

"And so, she lapped at your fucking crumbs like the good girl she was, because she fucking loved me. Do you love me Johnny?" Ghost cut off Soaps nodding with a glare. "I know your cock does, but that's not what I'm asking. Do YOU love me? Because I don't think you do. I think you love having someone complacent to you. You love thinking you have complete control and having everything bend to your fucking whim."

Ghost pulled away finally, letting Soap crumple to the ground coughing and clutching his neck. Ghost just shook his head and made his way to the door, grabbing the keys to his jeep off the rack and his familiar skull balaclava as he did so.

"Pick yourself up. Shits about to change, and I'm done letting you walk all over me. You better hope I find my girl again, or you better be gone when I come back. Your choice Johnny."

It wasn't good, wasn't healthy by any means, but everyone had a breaking point.

And you? What did you do? You lived. Love was definitely off of the table, but you managed to find a place to stay with a nice landlord who helped you find a job in your new small town. A nice older gentleman with sandy chops and a fatherly disposition. He became your best friend. Romance was dead to you at this point, but he was just so gentlemanly and sweet.

Little did you know that Price had forbid Simon and Johnny from your life after what you told him. He was protecting you in more ways than you knew from both the devil you knew and the devil you thought you knew. Simon was ravenous, like a rabbid dog desperately trying to get to you. But Price wasn't going to let him hurt you anymore.

And he didn't.

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oceantornadoo · 2 months

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hii! can you do what it would be like asking price to put pads on the shopping list?? and then when price goes shopping he has to call you to ask for what size ?? 😭😭 btw i love love your work, hope u had a good day💞.

im pretty sure you're referring to this post but i decided to make this price x reader so :) enjoy!

bsf marriage pact!price x reader, he's slightly creepy but he's sweet (this is actually a bit dubcon but its in good spirit)

you had had a shit day. actually, make that a shit week. emotional the whole time, feeling lonely, depressed, and with the weirdest cravings. right when you were about to call your best friend and rant about how terrible you felt, you had went to the bathroom and- oh.

that explains a lot.

and now here you were, sitting on the toilet for the past ten minutes, contemplating. you were completely out of all period products and your flow was so heavy there was no way you were making it to the store free bleeding or with toilet paper as a makeshift pad. of course, that's when john decided to call you (let's be real, who doesn't take their phone to the bathroom. don't judge.)

"evenin', duckie."

"ugh john, i told you not to call me that. its so annoying."

john grunted a chuckle into the phone, swiping a hand over his beard. "you love it." silence. he could practically hear your eye roll. "dinner tonight?" he was pacing his apartment, uncharacteristic for a man like him. calm, cool, collected. never when it came to you.

"can't, sorry. maybe in a few days." he grunted. "could order a takeaway?" you sighed in his ear, the sound a melody he craved to hear over and over again. on lazy saturdays and in-between small fights over laundry. baby steps, though.

"its just not in the cards tonight, john, i'm sorry." you were never like this, withholding information. even when you cancelled on him, it was with a long-winded explanation with the names of about seven people he didn't know and plans you didn't want to go to. "'s wrong, duck? got a hot date or somethin'?" he mentally crossed his fingers, not allowing a physical expression. he wasn't that whipped. not yet.

"no, im just sick. and tired." his muscles relaxed. he started putting on his boots and grabbed a fleece, something gaz insisted was not too tryhard for someone like him. "i'll run to the store and grab ya medicine, hm? what'dya need?" you sighed again, rubbing your fingers to your forehead. he obviously was not giving this up and you did really need pads...

"ill text you a list when you get there. thanks john."

"anythin' for you, duckie."

list: pads, advil, that one chocolate candy you know i like, something for dinner

shit. price had been with a woman or two, but had never had to buy her pads. of course, he'd never let it get to that stage, not when he had you to take care of. but now here he was, staring at playtex and always and what the fuck was a diva cup? he'd better call you.

"all ok, john?"

"ya didn't give me a color on your pads, duck." you giggled. of course he paid attention to the green versus orange pads.

"its pretty heavy so some of the overnight and extra daytime ones would work." silence.

"...there's numbers." your cheeks warmed. you couldn't believe you were talking about this with john of all people.

"god, john. this feels so embarrassing. so weird to talk about with you."

"why? gotta know this for the rest of my life, duckie." shit. he was referring to that night a couple weeks ago, when you confessed to him you thought you'd never find love. when he said he'd marry you in a heartbeat, just say the word. when you compromised by telling him if you were still single in two years, you'd go to the courthouse then and there. when you didn't see him turn and write the date in phone, just as a reminder.

"5, john. there should be a moon symbol or something. and then 3. should be green, i think?" he grunted an affirmation, putting the respective pads in his cart. he turned around, having said goodbye and ended the call, and was subsequently greeted by three women, staring. paused in their product selection, staring openmouthed at how nonchalant he was about buying pads.

30 minutes later he was at your place, groceries and takeaway in hand as he used his spare key to let himself in. "duck?" all quiet. he stalked through your place and noticed the light on in the bathroom. one, two, three quick knocks. "john?" "'s me. can i come in?" "no i- need you to get me something." he waited patiently. "can you go to my dresser and grab a pair of underwear. something ugly, lots of coverage." who was he to say no to a free invite to your underwear drawer?

john dropped the pads outside your bathroom door and headed to your bedroom. finding your dresser, he had to give himself a second. calm down, old man. they're all clean.

that didn't stop him from sniffing a few, reveling at the scent of your laundry detergent. he almost groaned at the scent, imagining you in them. even in the "unsexy" pairs, your curves clothed in cotton and elastic, wrapped up in a lovely package. all his.

john selected a pair with "lots of coverage", whatever that meant, and headed to your bathroom. he opened the door with ease, setting your pads down on the counter. you shrieked.

"john! im half naked, you need to knock." obviously, the sight of your bare thighs and the top of your mound peaking out was most welcome, but he was more concerned about getting you off the toilet and putting food in your belly. "jus' me, duckie. come on, show me how to do it." he gestured at the pads. he couldn't be serious.

you slowly unboxed them, taking care to cover your naked body as much as possible. even while moving slowly, your shirt still shifted and he caught glimpses of your pretty pussy. an image for another day, when you weren't in pain. he focused on your fingers, deftly putting the pad on your underwear with years of practice. he memorized how you placed the pad, ensuring it stuck to your underwear before tearing the paper off the wings and tucking them on the other side. you looked up at him and he nodded, mission complete. "thank you, by the way." he kissed your forehead, so quick you could have missed it in a blink.

"turn around, i have to put it on." he sat back on his haunches, staring. "go'on. 've gotta learn somehow." you were too tired to care, ready to devour your dinner. you missed his hungry gaze as you revealed your cunt to him, wanting even though it was covered in blood. you missed his fingers twitching as you slowly pulled on your underwear, fabric caressing your skin like he yearned to. you got up, flushed, and washed your hands, missing how he tucked his fingers in belt loops and leaned back into the wall, a move he'd done many times in his tac vest.

"thank you, john. truly." he gave you a grin under the muttonchops, all satisfied. task finished, mission accomplished. you had asked him to do this, a husbandly duty. after you dried your hands, you made a move for the door, but he stopped you with a hand to the jaw. he brushed his beard against you, feeling the shiver in your bones. his mouth hovered near your ear, accent coming out low and sultry. "anythin' for my future wife, duckie."

ngl this got a bit weird but i like it??? had to struggle to not lean into my simon riley weirdness tendencies as im still learning john as a character.

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ivyjupiterwrites · 3 months

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TW: Slight mentions of blood & violence

"Roach, I need to use your phone." Panicking the sgt handed his phone over and sat there while Ghost did what he needed to. As the seconds lurched forward, he couldn't help feeling that Ghost was doing more than just 'looking at something'. And much to his dismay, of course he was correct.

(I like to think of it like when your Dad asks for your phone 'to do something' then just goes on a lil cruise, cause privacy is irrelevant.)

"What the fucking hell are these pictures?" well that certainly wasn't the first thing Roach had been expecting him to dig up, but they were just hanging out in his gallery.

Ah yes.

The pictures.

The ones he had taken--of you, for you, at your request because you were doing something on the side. That being selling photos and videos to whom he could only assume were weirdos--considering how much they paid to see you drizzled in fake blood with skimpy lingerie.

"Ummm they're pictures of (y/n)?" Was Roach's weakly uttered response, not really knowing what else to say. There wasn't anything more in his mind that could be said.

"No shite." Ghost spat in return, he could blatantly see that--he had been wondering more so about the nature of the photos.

"Listen," explaining the best he could, Roach motioned toward his phone that was still firmly grasped in Ghosts hand. "She called me up, she asked me to come over and take photos. It ended up being this." he gestured to you, half undressed in a patch of greenery with fake blood squirted all over you. "And now that you've reminded me, I have to send those to her and delete them. They keep jump scaring me every time I open my damned camera roll--and giving me nightmares."

"What're they for?" when Ghost didn't hand the phone back, Roach begun to internally chuckling to himself. While only posing quite small questions, Roach knew when his lieutenant was intrigued.

Even if it was the slightest bit.

Ghost was a strictly need to know kind of man, if he didn't want to know, he wouldn't of asked. That was the basis he went off of for nearly everything, and it made life much easier for Roach.

Ghost was a man of pure minimalism. Conversation or otherwise.

"Well look who's a curious lil kitty cat~" not sharing the same regard for his teasing humour, Roach carried on as he received a rather nasty glower. "it's some sorta side thing she does, for like cults and stuff she gives them photos...Ya know, I'm not really totally all that sure, she just promised they paid well. That I would be compensated for my time served."

"I see." Was his superiors response, then Ghost was quiet. Staring down at one of your pictures for a thoughtful moment before flipping through a few more. "If I told you I could make you go missing, how scared would you be?"

"Very. And would 110% believe you. Why?" Eyes flickering around nervously, Roach then lurched back from the darkly brooding man dramatically. "Oh Jesus... You've already decided haven't you?--I'm already dead aren't I?"

"No." He shook his head, "not yet."

"Anything I can do for you to stay on the particularly alive side of life?" The sgt offered in consolation, if there were anyway to sweeten the deal he'd do it.

(He's picturing how he's seen Ghost do shit like this and S W E A T I N G.)

"Send me these," Ghost handed him back his phone as nonchalantly as possible; yet the smouldering rage in his brown eyes that sent a polar shiver down Roach's spine suggested otherwise. "and never tell a damn soul about it--including (y/n)."

"Sir yessir." Saluting him Roach hustled away from the scarier than hell lieutenant, snickering to himself while he sent Ghost the requested goods.

Of course this would be his thing.

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b-yeonder · 10 months

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Bringing Them Breakfast In Bed (Brothers + Undateables)

↬ Genre/Content Warnings: Fluff. Someone gets a boner.

LUCIFER:

When you walk in balancing the breakfast tray Lucifer is already sat up in bed checking his D.D.D for any important news from RAD, but his attention is quickly diverted to you. The spread you offer him? Buttered toast, two different types of jam in cute little decorative jars, a full wine glass, and a cup of tea.

"Wine in the morning? What do you take me for," he chuckles putting his phone down. Grinning you tell him that it's just grape juice to which he laughs and accepts the tray from you with a sincere thank you. Finds it incredibly endearing and can't stop smiling - calls you his good girl/boy with a wink. Will definitely put him in a good mood for the rest of the day.

MAMMON:

"For me? All of it? Really?"

Yup! He's flabbergasted, blinking stupidly with his mouth hanging open as his cheeks redden before eventually catching himself and clearing his throat, putting on his usual bravado.

"Well damn, I definitely deserve this huh, being the Great Mammon after all!" Cheeks are still red despite his demeanor change. Takes the tray and starts tucking in with gusto.

"Ya gonna help me with this right? Here, I'll feed ya a pancake look--"

He does, insisting on feeding it to you by hand and is a happy bubbly fella all morning. Why? Because his human pampered him and he feels s p e c i a l. (Because he is, of course.)

LEVIATHAN:

Shakes off his tiredness in an instant when he realises what you're handing him.

"Is this that Limited Edition Ruri-chan cereal!? WHOOOAAH!"

A million thank yous before he takes a million pictures to post on his social media (probably with cute captions like "I have the best gf/bf lololololol") and is loathe to eat it but it looks so good and ohhh man he's caved already and it IS good. You can't help but laugh at him as he eats it with his eyes closed, humming happily.

"I can't believe you got these. Just for me? Really? Like, the whole box, you don't want any at all?" Blushes reaaal hard once it dawns on him how difficult it must have been for you to get and that you made all the effort for him and him only.

"What if I feed you a spoonful? They're really good." Blushy blush, hide behind that fringe cutie pie.

SATAN:

"Ohh well well well, what have we here?" A smirk as you hand him his tray. Freezes when he sees what's on his plate and his cheeks redden quickly. You can't help but grin as he just stares. Cat pancakes. Cat-head shaped pancakes with syrupy faces.

"You okay there?"

"I....they're..." He clears his throat and blinks up at you.

"Cute right?" Your grin widens as he nods.

"I don't know if I can eat them..." At his mumbled confession you laugh and plop next to him on the bed, offering to feed them to him which has him blushing more. What can I say, sleepy morning bedhead Satan is easily flustered.

ASMODEUS:

"Oh darling this is amazing! But really all you had to do was show up nude and that would have been all the breakfast I need--"

"ASMO!"

He giggles and licks his lips at the delicious looking spread laid before him. "G A S P, is this GLITTERY JAM!?"

"Yes! Isn't it cool?"

Squeals and tucks in, rolling his eyes in his head. "Oh my gosh it tastes as good as it looks. This would make a good lipstick colour, we should go looking for one later." Uses it as an opportunity to gossip and get a few little flirtatious moves in before the day has even started. Dabbing jam on your nose just to lick it off making you snort with laughter and shove him away.

BEELZEBUB:

Presented with a full English breakfast, a giant stack of pancakes, and orange juice - his eyes are the size of saucers as his pupils flick from the food to you.

"What's wrong, handsome?"

"I'm trying to decide what I want to eat more right now - the food or you." Because yes the poor sausage is overwhelmed and gets hard with excitement over all the deliciousness before him. Ends up shoving some egg in his gob followed by a pancake and half of the orange juice before pouncing on you. "Lemme love you!"

"BEEEL-!" He's grinning and smothering you with breakfasty smooches leaving you a giggling mess.

(Would want to finish his breakfast with you wrapped in his arms after because hugs and food are the best.)

BELPHEGOR:

"I've never seen you eat breakfast so I didn't know what to make you therefore I am serving myself," you say, gesturing to yourself with a flourish.

"Perfect." Instantly grabs you and starts biting and gnawing at you making you erupt in a fit of giggles and try to push him off. "Mmmm human, so delicious!" Keeps going, pinning you down and climbing on top.

"BELPHIE STOP THAT TICKLES." Evil grin plastered on his face, eventually ends the antics with a kiss on your nose. Then bites it.

"Just for future reference though, I love a good omelette. Make me one of those and I'm yours forever."

"You're not already mine forever?"

"No, you suck, make me an omelette." Collapses on top of you so you can't go and make one even if he wasn't just winding you up.

DIAVOLO:

Has a massive grin on his face the moment you set foot in his room, getting even bigger when he sees you've brought food. You serve it professionally, pretending to be Barbatos and making him laugh.

"Your breakfast, young Master."

"Ooo, my birthday must have come early? OH! Is that...a foam Cerberus in my coffee!?"

Devours everything eagerly, insisting on sharing with you no matter how much you protest.

"Come now, you deserve to taste the fruit of your labours. It's wonderful!" Like a big kid, smothers you with kisses when he's done. "I'll have to think of a proper way to repay you..."

BARBATOS:

Completely taken by surprise - it was usually him that was serving meals after all and here you were up at an even earlier hour than him handing him a breakfast tray? Doesn't know what to say at first, eyes roaming over the food you'd prepared for him until he spots the little flower-shaped strawberries you'd cut for him - something he'd done for you once to cheer you up when you were sick.

"Seeee," you say with a playful nudge as you settle next to him. "I've been learning."

"You have...this looks wonderful, thank you." He leans over to press a delicate kiss to your lips and you mumble a quiet you're welcome against them. The two of you share a rare moment of solitude chatting idly and enjoying each others' company before another busy day at the Palace begins.

SOLOMON:

Eyes you and the food warily. "You trying to poison me again?"

"Dude it was just gone-off milk it wouldn't have killed you. Also that was a whole year ago why are you still holding that against me?"

"Yeah well..." Sniffs it just to be sure then flashes you a playful smile. "I'm just messing. This looks really good - thanks."

Halfway through tucking in: "Y'know I'd offer to return the favour but you'd probably die so I won't bother."

"Yeah please don't," you laugh, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Although....what if you were my breakfast next time? Worth a thought," he mused, tapping his spoon against his bottom lip as you rolled your eyes.

SIMEON:

Oh...this is awkward...

You both are bearing breakfast trays intended for the other, and you both burst into laughter before making your way to his room where you swap trays and tuck in.

"I can't believe this..."

"We're too in tune with each other," Simeon smiles, sipping at his tea.

"Yeah, I guess we are." The food was delicious - heavenly even and you found yourself closing your eyes from pleasure while eating it. "This is amazing, Sims."

"Glad you like it," he replied with a grin. "You've made these eggs perfectly."

"I'll have to make them for you more often."

"I'd like that a lot."

Simeon definitely tries feeding you at one point, laughing sweetly at your eagerness to take it from him.

~ Obey Me! Masterlist ~

~ The Grand Masterlist ~

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me fluff #obey me scenarios

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kunikame · 6 months

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# PURPLE LILACS !

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ace trappola x fem!reader smau

! warning(s) : cussing, st@bbing mention, sewerslide & kys jokes, is ace developing a crush? is he not? well never know, author real story incorporated (yes the scissor story is real.) ! w/c : 865

even through your doubts, you chose to accept aces invitation in the end. perhaps this meeting will help clear up said doubts, who knows? plus, you suppose it wouldn’t hurt too much to pay the octatrio a little surprise visit.

upon entering the mirror chamber you immediately notice the ginger waiting for you by the octavinelle mirror, fiddling with his phone angrily. probably texting deuce, you assume. once he takes notice of your nearing footsteps he looks up and immediately brightens when his eyes land on you. “[name]! i didn’t think you would actually come!”

“.. that would be really rude. sounds more like something you would do.”

he winces momentarily, then after a moment, he nods in understanding, “can’t say i blame you for thinking that. shall we go?”

ace holds his arm out for you to take, which you glance at warily, only to walk past him and through the mirror.

it’s not that you don’t trust ace, you’ve been through a bunch of shit during your time in nrc together, but you don’t really want to be seen arm-locked with him, either. people might get the wrong idea, or something (you fail to realize you’re literally going on something that looks like a “date” to outsiders).

after a short mirror trip you find yourself outside the magical octavinelle dorm building. due to the dizziness the mirrors effects still have on you, you stumble a bit upon landing and immediately feel aces hand on your arm to help you steady yourself. after the year you spent here, your friends have all learned the mirror makes you dizzy, and there’s always someone reaching a helping hand out whenever you use it. ace himself has done it a million times before.

so why is your heart racing just a tad faster this one time?

and why are aces hands shaking slightly?

“jadey my dearest!”

“seven save me,” was all the eel got to utter before getting body slammed.

“oh, how i missed you so! i’m so happy to see you’re finally back from war!” you say, wiping some fake tears from your cheeks.

“he is not ‘at war’. he is simply ‘working’. as all humans should, because some clearly have way too much time on their hands.”

“zuzu! … go back to war, i did not miss you.”

azuls expression was a hilarious mix of flabbergasted and backstabbed and you wish you had a free hand to take a picture, but it seems floyd had you covered when you notice his flash go off.

“what’re ya here for today, shrimpy? .. oh, crabby is here too! here for a squeeze?”

“no. nope. absolutely not,” out of the corner of your eye you could see ace slowly backing away from floyd, who wore his signature menacing grin–

“c’mon floyd, back to work you go.”

–before azul (who was still pouting) hauled him away. to this day you still don’t understand how he can do that.

“thank you, zuzu! love you!”

“i hope you explode.” (he’s not pouting anymore)

“so, what are you here for today?”

“ace asked me to hang out. i decided i’d see how it goes.”

“i see,” the eel hums in thought, “alright. give me a call if anything. or floyd. any of us, really.”

“thanks, jade. i hope i won’t need to."

“he threw you down a well?!”

“he sure as hell did! and our dad just stood by and watched, no words, nothing! like a damn statue!”

you’re pretty sure you’re doing an ab workout with how bad your stomach hurts from laughing so much.

“they couldn’t even pull me out! had to call the fire department, they were all like, “oh yeah, my child tripped and fell in the well in our backyard” tripped and fell my fucking ass, hello?! i was screaming ‘n crying when they got me out.”

“i’m so… so sorry… i can’t-can’t breathe–” you continued your hysterical fit for a short while longer before you finally managed to calm down.

“ohhh my god i can’t believe this, man,” you finally took a drink of the smoothie jade placed on your table about 30 minutes ago, “your childhood days were fucking wild.”

“yeah,” he copied you by also drinking from his drink, “how about yours? if you want to share that is, i understand that’s a.. sensitive topic right now.”

“no, no, it's fine. umm.. let me think..” swirling the contents of the glass before you, you thought deep and far back into your memories, until you found something appropriate, “oh, i stabbed myself with scissors once,” ace nearly chokes on his drink, “intentionally, i think? we were making some christmas cutouts with my mom when i was 7 and she left me unsupervised for 5 minutes. i started playing with the scissors pretending they were planes and the plane was supposed to crash into a mountain, which was my knee, and yeah. boom. scissors i my knee, blood everywhere, mom screaming bloody murder, and im just staring with my stupid little blank face.”

you look up from your smoothie and ace is staring at you like you just told him you ate your foot raw.

“dude…”

## ❝ after the events of the phantom bride wedding, ace started wondering whether he still had the ability to charm girls. he hasn’t thought about anyone romantically in years, hasn’t really flirted with anyone either, what if he’s gone out of it? perhaps it’s time to put his talents to the test; with the person who hates him most, no less. if he can charm her, he can charm anyone.

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fandomsfunyeah · 2 years

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Hoodies and Hugs Mammon x Mc

Mammon gets a surprise

The sound of rustling and objects moving around could be heard in Mammons room as he dug through his dresser,flinging out socks,shirts and other articles of clothing on the ground.

"Where is it?"

He opened the closet and looked through that too.

"Not here either...Where did I put it?"

Finally he checks under the bed...cup noodles and magazines but nothing else.

"I coulda sworn I left my hoodie around here somewhere.."

Mammon decides to check around the house.

He looked in the living room,under furniture,behind plants and the curtains and ends the search flinging cushions off the couch which haphazardly fell onto the floor.

The hoodie wasn't there but a few other things were,gum wrappers,tissues and a small amount of Grimm.

"Oho my lucky day."

He stuffs the few coins in his pocket with a grin.

"Mammon." A stern voice interrupts the moment.

"Eek?!" He turns around to see his oldest brother.

Lucifer looked annoyed. "Just what are you doing in here? Making a mess?"

"Wha? No no ya got it all wrong Lucifer...I was just looking for something."

"Which is?" He presses.

"My...hoodie.." He trailed off as a thought strikes him.

Mammon goes quiet for several seconds...wait a minute now that he thinks about it two days ago he was wearing that hoodie in Mc's room,he took it off and laid in on their bed.

"I left in there I'm sure of it!"

He started to walk out of the room,but Lucifer grabs his shoulder.

"Pick up the cushions." He says.

Mammon feels a sweat droplet form.

"Ok." He squeaks.

A bit of time passed and he makes his way down to Mc's room,he quietly opens the door and peeks through the crack.

Mc is laying on their bed curled up sleeping,wearing a yellow and black hoodie that was a little too big for them,hair messy and adorable as ever.

He gushes over how cute they look in his clothes,taking out his phone and snapping a quick picture he was definitely going to make his screensaver later.

Mammon sits on the bed and watched them a few minutes seeing their soft breathes rise and fall.

He brushes some hair from their eyes,they shift a little.

"Umm...Mammon?" They ask,still half asleep.

He picks them up and hugs them close to himself,squeezing them gently.

"My human.." He nuzzles their cheek.

He must be in a good mood They think.

"You're very affectionate today.."

Mammon's cheeks flush.

"Y-You're imagining things Mc..." He pouts.

They smile,then yawn.

Did they not get enough rest? He knows humans need more sleep than them.

He laid Mc down and tried to tuck them under the blankets.

"Mammon what are you doing?"

"Obviously ya need more sleep Mc...so I'm making sure that happens."

"Is that so? Why not join me then?"

He feels his cheeks heat up more.

"Well maybe I will." He gets under the covers,right next to his human and wrapped them in another hug.

Mc hugs back,snuggling into him,pulling the blanket closer around them.

"Hmm Mammon...after this nap we should eat some noodles together..."

"Ya I guess I can make time for that..Of course I can make time for you anywhere..."

"What was that last part?"

"Nothing...you must be tired right? S-so go to sleep already would ya?" He says..putting their head against his chest so they can't see him blushing.

"Okay okay...you settle down too alright?"

Mc scoots up and pecks his cheek.

"Oi?! Warn me first before you do that Mc." But he was grinning happily.

Then he sits up,holding them.

He leans in. "I need to give you a kiss too Mc..."

Mammon smooches their cheek then the other one.

"There...now we can nap.."

He yawned...perhaps he could use that as well.

Mc cuddled and hugged him close.

The second born looked at them affectionately as they lay their head against his neck...he feels them relax their body and breaths become slower.

He loved all the little moments with them..

He kissed their head and covered their shoulders with the blanket.

Mammon gets comfortable and spent the next couple hours in Mc's arms as they napped together.

#obey me mammon #obey me #obey me imagines #obey me x reader #obey me fluff #obey me fic #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon fluff

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just-imagine-that · 1 year

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hello ! could i request ateez with an s/o that's vv strong, like you did with TXT ? thanks in advance :D

Ateez Reaction - S/O Is Really Strong

Some of these probably lost all sense cause I got too excited and couldn't put everything I wanted into this without making it a full ass Imagine

I decided to kill everyone today cause of the Gifs I'm using lmaooooo😈😈

All Gifs Found On Pinterest

(Gf/Bf) = Girlfriend/Boyfriend

WARNING: Fluff, Suggestive

Seonghwa

(Blonde Hwa is superior!!)

The first time he noticed how strong you were was when he dropped his phone underneath the couch. He had tried sticking his arm underneath to grab it, but it was too far back for him to reach. Then he tried to lift the couch up, which was a mistake on his end because it felt like he was trying to pick up a giant bar of gold it was so heavy.

Luckily, you had walked into the living room as he was struggling. You're bowl of fruit in hand, you just kinda leaned on the doorway for a second to watch him struggle, a laugh bubbling in your throat.

You decided to be nice, though, and set your bowl on the coffee table to help him.

"What's up? Why are you trying to lift our couch?" You asked.

He groaned in response, "I dropped my phone and it went too far back for me to reach."

You nodded your head in understanding and booted him out of the way so you could try lifting the couch yourself. You picked up the end of the couch with ease, confused at how Seonghwa couldn't lift something so light.

Hwa stared at you in shock, nearly forgetting all about his phone, but quickly grabbed it off the floor before going back to gawking at you setting the couch back down.

"Ya, how could you not lift that, that's not even weight worthy!"

Hwa watched as you grabbed your bowl of fruit and left into the kitchen.

"Man, I need to start working out.." he breathed out, wide eyed at what he had just witnessed.

Hongjoong

Omg he would absolutely love having a strong (Gf/Bf)!! Like, imagine how cute it would be to just randomly pick him up and take him to where he wants to go around the house. You just flip him over like a sack of potatoes over your shoulder and just bring him to the kitchen, setting his ass down on the counter.

Especially if he gets injured. If he can't make his way around the house, you're gonna be his personal uber driver. Also, I can't get this image out of my head; Hongjoong is at his studio, passed out because he's been over working himself again, and you come to pick him up because he hasn't been answering your texts.

You walk in and find him fast asleep at his desk chair, poor thing looks like he hasn't slept in weeks. So you take pity on him, and, very carefully, you pick him up bridal style, and he's passed out so he doesn't feel a thing. You bring him outside and buckle him up in your car, and off you take him, back home.

As you arrive, you notice that he's still knocked out, light snores coming from his slightly open mouth. You unbuckle him and pick him back up as carefully as you can, and somehow you unlock your door with him in your arms. Not even taking your shoes off, you immediately take him to your shared bedroom.

You set him down gently on the bed and cover him with the warm, freshly washed, blankets. Finally taking your shoes off, you crawl under the blankets and drift off to sleep, staring lovingly at your hardworking boyfriend.

(Hongjoong is my bias, so I was smiling so hard while writing this, so adorable!!)

Yunho

Not even gonna lie, he gets chills every time you do something even remotely to do with strength. Yunho is a tall, big dude, but he's also soft like a puppy, so he is actually a little scared of you, because he knows that if he ever does something you don't like, you could snap him easier than Jongho snaps fruit in half.

He knows you never would, because he makes sure to be the best boyfriend as he possibly can, but there is always a possibility he could fuck something up and you could get angry at him, after all, no one is completely perfect. But that would never actually happen cause, even if he did do something wrong, you just can't be mad at him.

WAIT.. I just had a thought. Ya'll are that really intimidating couple, cause Yunho is super tall and you're super strong, so whenever people first meet you guys, they're probably scared shitless, but then ya'll turn out to be huge sweethearts and any previous intimidation is GONE.

There was a day where you picked Yunho up to REALLY show off your strength, because the Ateez members didn't believe Yunho when he told them that you could probably bench press all of them and more (obviously exaggerating, but he wouldn't be surprised if you could.)

Like you straight up lifted him up off his ass to show the boys that Yunho wasn't just talking nonsense. You just picked him up bridal style and started doing squats with him in your arms as if it was nothing.

Yunho is a giant puppy with his strong (Gf/Bf) who will mess anyone up if they even try to hurt him, and that's that.

Yeosang

Not gonna lie, after he finds out about your amazing strength, he talks about it to his members ALL THE TIME. He is constantly bragging and even teasing Jongho about how he was nothing compared to you when it came to strength.

Everytime the Ateez members have had enough of Yeosang bragging about you, they complain to you about it, to which you ask Yeosang about how often he talks about you. This bitch responds by getting offended and saying he doesn't talk about you THAT often.

When the others hear Yeosang's response, you can bet that an argument is going to occur, and the 7 boys will most definitely win, because they have experienced his bragging for weeks now.

Yeosang doesn't let up no matter what though, so, at some point you just got tired of hearing them argue and slung Yeosang over your shoulder as if he was a sack of potatoes.

"Hey! I was winning that fight, I need to finish it once and for all to prove I definitely don't talk about you all the time!" He exclaimed, still heated from the argument.

"Honey, we all know you were gonna lose, just admit it, you love me too much to ever stop thinking about me," you teased.

Yeosang let out a huff before finally giving up his fight, knowing full well that you were right.

San

I feel like he would really love to get picked up by you, not gonna lie. Like, one day San was having a hard time falling asleep, so he was just on he couch watching TV while you were asleep, well.. he thought you were asleep, but you could feel his absence from the bed and it was really bothering you.

You started to get frustrated after an hour of waiting in bed for him to come and sleep, but he didn't. So, you flipped the covers off of you, a bit annoyed at the fact that you couldn't sleep without his presence. You march into the living room to see him watching a show.

You stood in front of him, snatched the remote from his hands and turned the TV off, much to San's displeasure, a groan left his mouth in annoyance. To which you just rolled your eyes, pulled him up from the couch and opened your arms as a sign for him to Koala hug you so you could carry him to bed.

He made no fuss and immediately did as you suggested by that gesture.

With your arms under his butt, holding him to your body while walking back to your shared room, you rolled your eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, ya big baby, I know this is the only way you'll come to bed. How did we even start this routine in the first place?" ypu asked, genuinely curious.

"I have no idea, but I'm not complaining!" San replied.

Mingi

Mingi seems like the type of person who would blush uncontrollably at your show of strength. Like, if you have the muscles and you wear a tank top or something really revealing, he's gonna be lookin' at you like you're a fuckin' diamond.

I think he would really like a strong (Gf/Bf). The day he finds out about your strength is the day he swears he is in heaven, because you lifting something heavy is so hot to him.

Him and you were just chillin' in your living room, cuddling and watching TV, when you heard a knock at your door. You knew you were getting a mattress delivered to your house that day, so it wasn't a surprise when you opened the door to find a big fuckin' box on your doorstep.

"That's a pretty big package, let me help you bring it in," Mingi offered, walking to the other side of the box to help you pick it up.

"Nah, I'm good, I get stuff like this all the time, it's no problem," you answered right before you picked up the giant box with two arms and brought it inside.

Mingi stood in the doorway in shock that you could pick up something as heavy as that without anyone's help.

He snapped out of his thoughts when they started to get a bit dirty; like, damn, what else could you do with that strength of yours?

Wooyoung

Oh God, this absolute Prince is gonna make you carry him round he house all he time. Like, if you don't physically lift him off of the bed in the morning, he will refuse to leave your room, which gives you two choices, pick him he fuck up and bring him into he kitchen with you, or he's getting breakfast in bed.

He isn't afraid to tease you and your strength either. He knows full well that you could beat him up if he ever goes too far, but he also knows your limits, so that won't ever happen. He'll tease you when you're angry and say some shit like,

"Aww, Jagiya, you can throw that person out the window if they're bothering you that much~~"

Like, what the hell, Woo, no you're not gonna throw them out the window, though the idea doesn't sound too bad at the moment.

Not even gonna lie, he actually TRIES to make you mad sometimes because he finds it really hot and he's hoping that you'll take advantage of your strength one day and make use of it on him in the bedroom.

Yeah he get's horny at the most simplest show of strength when it comes to you. He would literally do anything to make you throw him around and be rough in bed.

(Oh God, I am so sorry, I just can't get StrengthKink!Wooyoung out of my head🥺)

Jongho

Baby boy is so confused and happy at the same time. Like, what do you mean you're stronger than him and can lift him like he weighs nothing, but also, he now has a fruit breaking buddy!

I can just imagine the amount of fruit the boys buy you to make you and Jongho have a battle of who can break the most fruits in the least amount of time. Jongho would always roll his eyes at them for making you guys compete over something so stupid, but when the competition starts, he gets so fucking competitive for some reason, like, chill out, you ain't winning no fuckin' award, unless you count the broken fruit as an award.

You win every competition, though, and, not even gonna lie, Jongho gets so pouty because of it. All the boys surround you and praise you for beating Jongho in the Ateez Fruit Smash Competition, meanwhile he's over here with the biggest puppy pout on his face because he lost.

You always have to give him reassurance that, even though you are stronger than him, he will always be your strong boyfriend and that ya'll can be strong together.

Also, tons of videos of you guys breaking fruit together on instagram. The best video is one where you were bothing holding the same apple, a hand on each side, and as you both dig your fingers into the core, you break it together.

Basically, you're relationship is a lot of wholesome fruit breaking!

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wonik1ss · 1 month

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✦ 9 lives — ❝ seol sullyoon ❞

[ you're not for sale, woah-oh-oh ]

synopsis • for 8 lives you and seol yoon a have meet and never interacted, meaning you would die without ever meeting your sole mate until you walked into the pet shop and saw her standing there ( 1.1k ) imagine / fluff a lil sad but happy ending so :) < song : not for sale - enhypen >

a/n : spoiler ! gra gra boom bitch x2

“in this world if not by your ninth life you find your one.. the one that lights up your life.. makes you happy all the time..!”

“mom the road!”

“will always be here.. but you won’t! just humor your birth giver for a sec kid”

“this ‘kid’ is thirteen.. I’m basically an adult..”

“ya.. so we need to talk about this.. you have eighteen years to find your one before you die..”

“graphic”

“haha.. “

“how will I know though..?”

“your little heart tattoo will go from black to white”

“so was dad like no-“

“he wasn’t but you have me and that’s all that matters”

“MOM THE TRUC-“

you sat dazed in your hospital bed while your mom lay dead on the bed over. no sobs, no tears just shallow breathing.

“y/n- is it? your grandparents are here”. looking up your grandma opened her arms and you ran into the bawling. that was the last time you really cried. not over low grades.. boys.. or girls.. not even over your college acceptance letter.

“ooh don’t you look darling..”

“ok I got everything.. so I’ll see you in four months..”. you beamed at your grandma as she fixed your skirt and kissed your cheek.

“go.. go.. the wheel of fortune is on..!”. you laughed as your grandpa hugged you and slid fifteen bucks into your pocket and winked. when you got to college nothing really changed. wake up.. force yourself to get ready.. go to school.. sleep. and repeat. one day though while you sat in the corner of another useless college party you remembered a memory.

so as a drugged up.. thirty year old? tried to hit on you, you ran out and called an uber. getting out at the nearest pet shop. walking in you looked around. what dog did your mom want to get again..

“hi..?”

“oh hi I’m trying to buy a-“

“dog! hehe.. we have a range in breed and attitude so-“

“shit sorry I’m off my shift yoona will be here in a minute just wait here..!”

you nodded and looked around. what a small business leaving their customer unattend-

then you saw her.. or maybe him..

a tiny little pup with a gold coat. you opened the gate and stared at.. it? you both tilted your heads and then it jumped into your lap.

“aren’t you a peppy one..”

“ya charlie’s such a cute little girl huh”. you jumped.

“oh sorry I’m sullyoon or seol yoon a..”. you felt a tingle thinking it was your phone you bowed to the girl and went to answer it. but when you pulled your phone out you only saw that your heart was now white..

“ouch..!”. a few minutes later charlie I’m hand you decided to pop the question.

“so do you need anything else..”

“your number..? maybe I mea-“

“it’s on the receipt..”

“I invite you over and you being a.. record..”

“I swear it’s good !”. sullyoon giggled as she let you in and put the record on.

cheoeum neukkineun feeling

neol mannago jakkuman simjangi isanghae

“so.. who are they”. you sat inbetween the two college beds with the girl as the song went on.

“some old band named enhypen..”

simjangeun for sale (Ooh)

sarangdo for sale

sullyoon sang along and you joined in jokingly. soon you both just blankly stared at eachother. her eyes went down and so did yours. when you locked lips you swore you heard fireworks. with your hands in her hair and hers on your waist you both somehow got up and your back was now on her bed. a door opened and sullyoon threw the covers over you both.

“I’ll be back in five k?”

“ok kyujin.. have fun”. you giggled as you heard the door start to close.

“I new you had a girlfriend !”

your next proper date want proper at all. you sat on the floor flour dotting your face while sullyoon put out the fire on her stove top.

“It’s fine it’s gone !”. you giggled as you stood up and saw her face. she giggled and grabbed on to your top and tugged you closer.

“what’s so funny?”. you tried to deadpan while sullyoon played with your hair.

“the brownies”

“hmm”

“are burnt”

“then.. I guess I’ll just eat you !”. you ran but she was to fast, sullyoon tickled you while simultaneously kissing your neck.

“sully it stinks !”

“you smell like strawberries !”

“babbbbbby”

“bobo bear… “

“loooooser”

you threw a pillow at the bored girl on your bed.

“what sully?”

“excuse me? this is our.. 1..3.. 6th date! and your studying..?”. your laptop magically closed with sullyoon flipping you onto her lap.

“so you want a dumb girlfriend”. the taller girl took of your glasses.

“no I want a present one.. can we watch rapunzel now?”. as sullyoon cupped your face and got closer you cracked.

“fuck.. fine”. charlie jumped into your lap and you laughed as sullyoon pulled up the movie.

four months you were drunk on the girls love. with out turning a finger you knew when she was the one hugging you. how she always need you around after a test. and how your grandparents loved her. sitting down with charlie in your lap now three times his last size sullyoon walked over.

“thier dead asleep..”

“that’s what happens when your old..”

“k love let’s go.. I wanna get your grandma those strawberry sandwiches she keep raving about”. you nodded and placed down charlie he dropped dead asleep.

putting on your coat you felt a kiss on your cheek.

“le-go girl”

“I told you to get off that ipad..”

“but I’m a minecraft pro girl !”. you giggled as sullyoon flexed her ‘muscles’. then something caught your eyes.

“y/n wait !”

“it’s perfect”

“it’s so cold..”. you lightly punched your the taller girl as you bent down and hit her with some snow.

“abuse !”. sullyoon pouted as you giggled, which slowly faded as you felt snow hit your face. brushing of your clothes you smiled at her.

four months had passed and now you both were in the middle of winter. playing in the snow.

“so would you go with me to the.. lodge.. i kno-“

“I’m your girlfriend ofcourse I would”.

sullyoon giggled ‘your’..

as your crossed the street she kissed you on the cheek and you giggled. so much you didn’t see it coming. and other truck. so you would go out the way your mom did. at least you were in her arms.. maybe your ashes would be for sale at some ju-

“neoraneun jonjaeneun naege isseo

you're not, you're not for sale..”

your eyes slowly opened.

“it’s our song..”. infront of you was a bruised sullyoon still smiling.

“why am I not for sale at some garage sale..”. sullyoon giggled and kissed your lips once again.

“your not for sale..”

woah-oh-oh

pal su eomne

sal su eomne, yeah, yeah, ooh

#okwonyo’s 🩰 ( 천상의 발레 )#smau #kpop fanfic #kpop #kpop idol x reader #kpop imagines #kpopidol #kpop gg #kpop smau #kpop girls #reader x idol #reader insert

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mackjlee9 · 8 months

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|Part 2|Kenny Rossmore x Male!Reader [Lime&Fluff]

Warning; the lime part is a wet dream.

part 1. «««

Masterlist.

We're the Millers.

After those kisses, Kenny was feeling greatly confused. He had found himself with conflicted feelings.

Did he like Melissa? Did he like (M/n)? Or did he just like how his kisses made him feel?

He didn't know, but he knew he had been thinking more and more about kissing (M/n) again rather than kissing Melissa. That thought scared him.

The rest of the trip had felt like a blur to him, he just remembered feeling flustered around his best friend, a guy he had seen naked plenty of times before, so... Why was he feeling like this? Whatever it was, he needed to find out and solve it, quickly.

But well... With all that occurred, he was able to think about it just now, in the house they were provided by the Witness Protection Program. Kenny wasn't sure he would ever see Melissa again and... He wasn't sure he wanted to either. He had been missing (M/n) as he had never missed him before, and only now was he able to text him the address of his new house.

"Yeah, alright, I'll be there tomorrow for lunch, Kenny," he nodded at (M/n)'s words, until he remembered they were on a call, so he couldn't see him, he almost wanted to hit himself.

"Great! I'll... See you tomorrow then..." He said in a quiet voice, unknowingly making (M/n) frown. He had noticed Kenny had been behaving weirdly lately.

He didn't respond to his texts like usual, and it felt like he was always on edge when they called like they were doing now, more than once he thought it was because they kissed, but Kenny had agreed to pretend it never happened, so they hadn't said a word about it.

Even so, (M/n) knew Kenny would just avoid the issue if he asked, so he decided to not bring it up, "See ya, Kenny, dream of me~," he said teasingly, just like how he was used to doing for years on end, and Kenny would tease him back, it was their usual banter.

"That would be nice, I-I mean..." (M/n) froze, speechless for a few seconds, did he hear what he thought he heard? "Have a good night!" And he hung up.

He released a breathy chuckle and a sigh, leaning back until he fell on the soft mattress. The sound of the shower stopping next to the room caught his attention, and he sat up, putting his boots and shirt back on, buttoning his jeans and grabbing his stuff, phone, wallet, jacket and keys.

Right as he finished fixing his clothes, the bathroom door opened, and the guy he was planning on sleeping with walked out with a wide smile on his face, one that faded when he saw (M/n) fully dressed.

"Where are you going?" (M/n) looked up at him and opened his wallet, walking closer to the guy and handing him three hundred dollars, "What-?"

"For the room, and... I don't know, you can buy something nice for yourself, sorry," and he left the room, leaving his date frozen in shock and anger.

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Heavy breathing filled the silence of Kenny's room, quiet gasps and small moans escaping past his lips. He squirmed on his bed and his hands gripped the sheets, a frown appearing on his brow.

"(M/n)..." He whispered into the quietness of the night, images flashing behind his closed eyelids, "(M/n)," He mumbled with more urgency, his hips lifting slightly off the bed, "Pl-please..."

The image of (M/n) sucking his cock and humming around it in content was making Kenny's mind spin, his sight glossy with tears and his body covered in goosebumps. He couldn't look away from (M/n), who easily took every inch of his hard cock down his throat, the stimulation making him whimper pathetically, forcing him to cover his mouth.

"Mhm, don't do that..." (M/n) took his dripping cock out of his mouth, his hand wrapping around it and slowly stroking him, "I wanna hear you, Kenny, does my mouth feel good?"

Kenny bit his lip, and held back a whimper, nodding without breaking eye contact with (M/n), but he wasn't content with that.

"Use your words, love, I can't understand you otherwise," Kenny whined as (M/n)'s thumb rubbed around his slit and covered it, making shivers run down his spine, "You want to cum in my mouth, don't you?" He whined louder in response, his hips stuttering as he thrusted up against (M/n)'s hand, "Then say it."

Kenny closed his eyes tightly for a few seconds, tears fell down his red cheeks as he looked at (M/n) again, "Y-your mouth fe-feels so good, (M/n)... I wanna- I wanna c-cum in your mouth, p-please."

(M/n) smirked at Kenny's words and moved closer to his throbbing, oozing cock, "Good boy."

His body trembled on his bed, his mind going numb as he came, catching the smallest glimpse of his cum filling (M/n)'s mouth before his eyes closed due to the pleasure that made his whole body tingle. But when his eyes opened again he was all alone in his room, and (M/n) was nowhere to be seen. Then he realized.

He had a wet dream about his best friend. And... He came, in real life.

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While Kenny was busy washing his dirty underwear, he couldn't help but wonder. Was he gay? Or did he just like (M/n)? He didn't know and he wasn't sure he wanted to know.

And after hanging his underwear to dry, he went back to bed but was unable to sleep at all after that, scared that he might have another dream, but even being awake was proving to be difficult, seeing how those images would randomly appear and remind him of what happened less than an hour ago.

How was he gonna look at (M/n) when he comes tomorrow? He's probably gonna stay a few days over as well-

"What is wrong with me?" Kenny dropped his arm over his eyes and released a deep sigh. Guess he'll just have to pretend nothing happened and ignore that dream, act as if it never happened. Like he had to do with anything related to (M/n) lately.

He just hoped he would be able to act as if nothing was going on with him, but then again, (M/n) had always been able to read him like an open book.

And wondering about what he should do, Kenny ended up falling asleep for a few hours, and no weird dreams plagued his unconscious mind this time around.

Although Casey made sure he was awake with all the noise she was making with her music.

"Casey! Turn that shit off!" He heard David yelling from the first floor, and the volume of the music lowered, which made them sigh in relief as they were, once again, able to hear their own thoughts.

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Afternoon came around, and Kenny was impatiently waiting in the living room close to the door, (M/n) should be coming any minute now-

"Kenny, aren't you going to eat with us?" He heard Rose's voice calling for him from the kitchen door, and he hesitated, glancing at the door and then down at his phone before nodding, he didn't get to answer verbally because Casey got the words out first.

"He's waiting for his boyfriend~!" Kenny felt his whole body heating up and tingling with anxiety, his nerves spiking to unreasonable levels.

"Uh- no- we-"

"Oh! You two are already dating? Why didn't you tell me?" Rose sounded way too happy about this "news", and Kenny wasn't sure how to react to that, "I'm so happy for you!" She hugged him and he was even more speechless than before.

"You never know until you know," David added while taking a sip of his beer, and before Kenny could refute their words, he received a text, "Well, don't make that little shithead wait."

Casey chuckled at David's words, while Rose looked at him with a serious look, to which David shrugged and acted as if he hadn't said anything, "I'll get another plate ready for (M/n)."

Kenny sighed and turned around, heading to the front door and opening it. (M/n) was there, staring off into the street, frowning at the sound of kids playing outside, only for his frown to turn into a smile when he turned to look at Kenny.

"Hey, we haven't seen each other in so long," (M/n) greeted Kenny with their usual 'bro-hug' and walked in.

"Yeah... It's been a while..."

Both of them walked to the kitchen, but before they could cross the door frame, Kenny held (M/n)'s hand and prevented him from walking in. He turned to look at Kenny in silence for a few seconds, "What?" He asked quietly.

"Listen, uh... Casey said you were my bo-boyfriend, and Rose..." (M/n) blinked a few times, enjoying how the red of Kenny's blush made his eyes brighter, and he nodded a few times.

"You want us to pretend? Good, let's go," Kenny didn't get to say anything else, about how he actually wanted (M/n) to explain they were, in fact, not dating, but he had already let go of his hand and walked into the kitchen by himself, "Hello, everyone!"

His words received a 'hello, (M/n)' in return and Kenny tilted his head down in defeat, "Kenny, don't just stand there! Come in."

This was gonna be awkward...

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"Well... No more fake parents annoying us..." Kenny said as walked to his desk and sat on his chair, turning on his computer to get ready to play, "Here," he tossed the extra controller to (M/n) who effortlessly caught it and sat at the end of Kenny's bed, "Whatcha wanna play?"

(M/n) sighed and shrugged, "Surprise me~"

Kenny thought about it for a few minutes before deciding on a game they could enjoy together, and began playing the day away, focused on the screen and nothing else.

They were locked in Kenny's rooms for a long time, only ever getting out to go to the bathroom or get something to eat, and for a moment, everything felt like it once did. The air was light and relaxed between them, no weird thoughts going on in his head and he liked that, he could enjoy (M/n)'s company without thinking of how much he wanted to kiss him-.

Oh, he's thinking about it now...

"Haha! I win!" (M/n) exclaimed with a victorious grin on his face, catching Kenny's attention. His eyes immediately landed on (M/n)'s lips and everything he had managed to forget came back to him.

The kiss, his dream... Wanting to do more than that and make it real...

He abruptly stood up from his chair and rushed to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. (M/n) blinked confused, wondering if Kenny knew he had been way too obvious about what his "problem" was right as he left.

He sighed and walked out of the room, heading downstairs and sitting next to Casey on the couch. "So?"

(M/n) chuckled and looked up at the ceiling, "Haven't even started and I got enough proof, Cass."

"Told you, you just have to be you, he's outing himself." They sat together and talked for a while, discussing what (M/n) should do next, "Well, you're staying a few days, right?" He nodded with a 'yep', "Then you'll find a good opportunity by yourself, just... Keep being you."

The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs caught their attention, and there was Kenny, looking confused and with a cute pink blush on his face.

"Had fun by yourself?" Casey asked in a teasing tone as she stood up and walked past him, enjoying how Kenny's face turned darker as he stuttered, trying to find anything he could say in his defence, "Anyway, don't make too much noise, guys~, remember my room is next yours Kenny!"

And with that, even (M/n) was speechless.

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The next few days were spent pretty much the same way, Kenny and (M/n) would spend time together and then Casey would tease the ever-living hell out of Kenny whenever she saw him blushing the slightest bit. Usually, (M/n) would have stopped her, and told her to not make fun of Kenny, but he actually enjoyed watching him all nervous and flustered when anyone, and not just Casey, would make a comment about them being together.

(M/n) especially liked when Kenny would take his hand and drag him upstairs to his room, apologizing for how annoying they were being.

Sometimes, the Millers felt and looked like a real family, and under the eyes of the law, they were, although not legally nor officially, something that Don Fitzgerald let slip by.

And now, they were playing video games again, Kenny was on his gamer chair and (M/n) was on the bed, he was currently dead and waiting for his respawn, so he took this time to start telling these little white lies to his best friend.

"Y'know, there's this person I've met that I really like," Kenny stopped moving and completely lost focus, turning to look at (M/n), who had unlocked his phone to mindlessly scroll through his apps, "It's been a while since I've dated anyone, maybe I should try asking-"

(M/n) was unaware of how Kenny had stood up from his chair, completely dismissing the game running in the background, and walked until he was standing in front of him, leaning down while holding (M/n)'s face with both of his hands like that day in the RV, and cut him off with a kiss.

It's safe to say he was pleasantly caught off guard, he wasn't expecting that reaction or outcome when he said that lie, but he genuinely didn't mind, however, he didn't get to enjoy their kiss because Kenny backed away all too soon.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Fuck, I don't know why I did that, I'm so sorry..." Kenny felt a sudden regretful feeling after kissing (M/n) without his permission, he had no idea what came over him nor why he did it, "I'm sorry, so sorry..." He kept babbling while tears began to gather in his eyes, something that (M/n) noticed, and he wasn't gonna let Kenny feel like he did something wrong for kissing him.

(M/n) knew how anything he said wouldn't help calm Kenny down, so he decided to let his actions do the speaking instead.

He stood up and held Kenny's hand in his, looking into his eyes before showing him a tiny smile and leaning closer to kiss him, his free hand moving to gently touch Kenny's face. At first, their kiss was tense, until Kenny let himself relax and wrapped his arms around (M/n)'s neck, feeling how his hand moved from his face to hold onto his hips.

They kissed for what felt like an eternity, enjoying the closeness they had with each other and their warmth, until Kenny gently pushed (M/n) away due to the lack of air.

Their eyes opened and (M/n) saw Kenny's face flushed red, his eyes glossy with tears and pupils were blown as they stared at each other, "Why... Why did you...?" He smiled and held onto the waistband of Kenny's pants, bringing him closer while maintaining eye contact.

"Because I like you, Kenny, that's why," he watched as a smile began to grow on Kenny's face, which didn't last long since Kenny decided to cover his face with his hands. At first, (M/n) thought he was just so overwhelmed and happy that he didn't want to be seen all red and flushed, but he frowned and got worried as he heard him start to sob, "Kenny? Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?"

A shake of his head was his response and he was somehow put at ease, but his worry didn't lessen.

"I thought... You wo-would hate me or... Or find me d-disgusting if you found out I li-liked you, (M/n)..." Well, who would've thought that they were worrying about the same thing?

It didn't matter to (M/n) whether he had been in love with Kenny for longer than Kenny had been in love with him, he just cared about finally, after so many years, having his love be reciprocated.

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crissiebaby · 11 months

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The Sissy Godmother, Pt. 1

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, magical transformation, humiliation, crossdressing, hypermessing, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

Commissioned By: Bricks66

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“For the last time, Lane, studying means phones off!”

Looking up from his cracked textbook, it was safe to say Josh was on edge. It was the Friday night before finals week and the 4.0 dean’s list student was cracking the whip hard against the backs of his two far less intelligent buddies. Sighing off his annoyance, he questioned in his brain why he continued to study with Lane considering his stoner ass was at risk of failing half his classes. However, a soft punch on his shoulder quickly reminded him why he put up with Lane’s bullshit.

“Oh, go easy on him, Joshy. He’s been trying harder than usual lately and I know that’s because of you. Plus, it’s nearly midnight,” said Ruby, a tall and sporty girl coasting on an athletic scholarship, as she scooted her chair closer to Josh and threw her arm around him. In the back of her mind, she wanted to strangle her childhood friend for making a fool of himself during their study session again. After nearly flunking out of college the year prior, she had made a point to get Lane the help he needed to earn his degree. Sadly, despite finding him the best possible tutor in Josh, he was still as spacey as ever.

Sliding his phone into his backpack begrudgingly, Lane set his head down on the notebook in front of him, his brain fried as his group surpassed the four-hour mark of their first of three cram study sessions this weekend. “Ugh! We’ve been going at this for hours,” he whined, fed up with reading lines of small text, “Ya know, this would take so much less time if you’d just let me-”

“For the last time, I’m not giving you my notes and that’s final,” scoffed Josh, not wanting to entertain the idea of committing academic dishonesty just to get Lane out of his hair. Frustrated by Lane’s frequent interruptions, he got up from his chair, deciding he needed to clear his head by getting some air, “I’m going to grab an energy drink from the vending machine. Do you guys want anything?”

Earning a pair of no’s from Lane and Ruby, Josh exited the room and buried his face in the crux of his elbow before letting out a muffled scream. “Oh, my Goddess! S-She was so close…” he thought, raising a tender hand to the spot on his shoulder that Ruby had punched. Lane may have been a lot to put up with but it would all be worth it if he could land Ruby by the end of the school year. Shaking off his momentary euphoria, he quickly sped-walked down the dimly lit hallway, securing himself an energy drink before briskly returning to his group's private study room.

*SNOOOOOOOOOORE!*

Upon re-entering the room, Josh’s shoulders slumped as he listened to the pair of besties snoring away as they lay against their unfinished workbooks. Sighing dejectedly, he decided to be merciful for Ruby’s sake, softly resting a blanket across her shoulders before grabbing a seat and digging back into his studies. He may have been tutoring Lane and Ruby but he still had his own grades to worry about.

*DONG! DONG! DONG!*

Off in the distance, Josh listened to the campus clock towers booming chimes, alerting him to the fact that the day was about to roll over. He sat back in his chair and rubbed his tired eyes, determined to get in at least one more good hour to study time. However, as his fist dug into his droopy eyelids, he failed to notice the window beginning to crack open, accompanied by a gentle wind that carried with it a glittery sheen. A sheen that began to swirl in place, creating a vortex in the corner of the study room.

Alerted by the sudden cacophony of noise, Josh jumped to his feet and backed away as the shimmering tornado sent loose papers flying all around. To his surprise, both Ruby and Lane remained in their peaceful slumbers despite the noisy ruckus.

“Hello, my child. I heard the sweet voice of a little girl calling out to me. And so, here I am,” said a very high-pitched, feminine voice, projecting itself from the center of the vortex. As the wind began to subside, the vortex dissipated, revealing a gorgeous, middle-aged woman with bright red hair and a ball gown that occupied nearly a quarter of the room’s standing space, “Fear not, your Fairy Godmother is here to make your grandest dreams come true.”

Shrinking down against the wall until his butt was parked against the study room floor, Josh was at a loss for words as he stared blankly up at the mysterious, mystical woman that stood before him. He slowly pushed himself back up on shaky legs and began inching his way toward the door as if he could move slow enough to go undetected by whoever this magical girl was. While he didn’t exactly want to leave Ruby in the hands of this woman, he was nowhere near brave enough to risk his own neck for a girl he only had a crush on.

Unfortunately, just as Josh was about to grab onto the door handle, his body froze with the Fairy Godmother pointing her wand directly at him. Flicking her wand, she forced Josh to turn and approach her, controlling each of his limbs effortlessly. “Now, where do you think you’re running off to, my child? You don’t want to miss your big debut,” she cooed, believing she knew every desire that laid dormant in Josh’s head.

“Listen, I don’t know who the fuck you are, lady, and I don’t care! If you really want to make my dreams come true or whatever, then you’ll leave right now and never come back!” shouted Josh, his fear and annoyance over being ripped away from his studies yet again causing a brief outburst.

Sadly, when it came to outbursts, the Fairy Godmother had a zero-tolerance policy. “Well, this attitude of yours just won’t do. Don’t worry, your Fairy Godmother is here to help put an end to those pesky, hypermasculine feelings,” she said, snapping her fingers and causing a binky to magically appear in his mouth before he could say another word.

“MMMMMMMH! W-WUH?!” muttered Josh, who practically went cross-eyed trying to see what this magical woman had done to him. Sure enough, there was a white paci guard with bright pink accents hanging from his mouth. He instantly moved to spit it out but was flabbergasted when he found that the rubber bulb managed to evade any attempt to push it out from between his lips. Sadly, his transformation was far from over.

Looking satisfied with herself, the Godmother started to wave her wand in small circles, producing a plethora of fairy dust in the process. That fairy dust wafted throughout the study room, compiling around Josh’s feet. He looked down, terrified, and tried to move for the door in hopes of escaping before the situation developed into something far worse. Tragically, he found himself unable to move his legs due to the strength of the Fairy Godmother’s magic.

“Try to relax, my dear. I promise you’ll feel much less aggression soon enough,” said the Godmother, giggling as she continued to spin a glittery web around Josh’s body. Starting from his feet and gradually rising up his slender legs, the shoes around Josh’s feet began to transform in both color and texture, softening the soles and altering the color until they were pastel pink, “Adorable! I’ll bet those booties are much more comfortable.”

In Josh’s eyes, this was utter madness. It should be impossible to transform a person's clothing with a flick of a wand. And yet, it was hard to deny what he was seeing with his own eyes. Traveling up his legs, he watched in horror as his jeans split along the middle of his thighs. The severed pant legs latched onto his legs, hugging them as the material shifted into thin, stocking material.

Meanwhile, the top half of Josh’s pants, along with his underwear, began to bunch up around his junk. Regrettably, it was a far more pleasurable sensation than he wanted to admit as the softening fabric of his undies and scratchy jeans produced a small tent, much to his dismay.

The Fairy Godmother, on the other hand, was beyond ecstatic to spot this development. “See? I knew you’d start enjoying yourself once the diaper appeared,” she said, humming a merry tune as her sparkling dust continued to encircle her hapless victim.

“D-Diapew?!” shrieked Josh as the color drained from his pants, leaving them as pure white as his tighty-whities. Having already smoothed out the rough jean material, it took little time for them to finish their transformation into the crinkly outer plastic of his new diaper. Underneath, his underwear became much thinner, turning into the diaper’s mesh lining before he could blink. From there, he watched with widening eyes as the diaper slowly expanded outward, forcing his legs apart and rounding out until it had formed the biggest nappy he had ever laid eyes on. To his dismay, this only increased the softness and coziness that surrounded his privates, amplifying his reluctant arousal.

Clapping her hands together, the Fairy Godmother was quite pleased with herself in spite of Josh’s less-than-ecstatic expression. “You’ll love this next part! I consider myself quite the wardrobe specialist,” she said as her magical vortex engulfed Josh’s torso, targeting his button-up shirt. One by one, each of the buttons lining his chest and stomach fell to the floor as the two halves of his shirt merged together before stretching down and wrapping around his padded bottom, forming a form-fitting onesie. As a finishing touch, a pair of lace frills flared out around his hips and bottom as his outfit shifted in color from white to pastel pink, making it match his booties.

At last, Josh’s ensemble was complete. As the swirling tornado of glitter settled to the floor and disappeared, he felt whatever was locking his body in place vanish as well, allowing him to move. While only a minute prior, he would’ve bolted toward the exit with his newfound freedom, now that he had fully undergone his wardrobe transformation, he instead used his regained mobility to stomp up to the Fairy Godmother with red in his eyes. “I…you...GAH!” he screamed, failing to find the exact words to express his anger, especially with the pacifier in the way.

Unfortunately, the Fairy Godmother was more than happy to fill in the blanks of Josh’s stuttered speech. “No need to thank me, child. I know you’re a little overwhelmed right now but trust me when I say you may just be the cutest mortal I’ve come into contact with,” she said, sending him into a frustrated temper tantrum as he furiously tried to remove any article of his infantile ensemble. Sadly, he couldn’t even pry the binky from his mouth, much less remove any of the other sissy paraphernalia.

Witnessing his tantrum, the Godmother could only shake her head. “Still resisting your heart’s inner desires, I see. Don’t worry, I can help with that too,” she said, stepping forward and raising her wand to Josh’s forehead. Before he knew what was happening, she tapped him on the forehead, causing him to freeze in place instantly.

*GUUUUUUUUURRRRRRGGGGLE!!!*

In the blink of an eye, Josh’s mind emptied itself of all the knowledge he had worked so hard to gain from primary school all the way through college. That knowledge snaked his way through his body, passing from his head to his bowels in one fluid motion. There was only one thing left to do.

*BLOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRT!!!*

As the back of Josh’s diaper expanded, so too did the dopey smile on his face. What was he so worried about, again? The only thing he remembered was feeling an impossible tightness in his belly. Thankfully, the easiest way to fix that was to push as hard as he could, which he was more than happy to do. Once his messing finally came to an end, he plopped down onto the floor, merrily smushing the mushy contents of his diaper in the process. With a jolly, unashamed smile, he reached forward and grabbed onto his feet, giggling as he wiggled his fingers between his toes.

“Aww, isn’t that so much better, my child?’ said the Godmother, ruffling Josh’s hair as she made her way back to the window, “Sadly, while I’d love to stay and fawn over you, I must be off to my next assignment. Farewell, my child, and enjoy your new life.” As a finishing touch, she waved her wand over Josh’s head and showered him with glitter, magically making him irresistible to anyone with a caregiver’s heart. With her work now finished, she snapped her fingers and vanished into a ball of light before zooming out the window, leaving behind a trail of sparkles and a brand new sissy for his friends to find when they woke up.

TO BE CONTINUED…

PART 2 PART 3

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animeprincessforever · 11 months

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Tamaki X Pregnant Reader

Slight angst baby but with happy ending, short story

You and Tamaki have been together for 2 years thanks to Neijire and Mirio's help. However little did you know a suprise pregnancy just might mess it up.

You were in the bathroom startled, scared, anxious, and stunned starring at the stick with 2 lines. "How could this happen? I have to tell Tamaki! But will he be happy? Or will he be mad?" (Y/n) thought. So she decided to call him and asked if they could meet up at a park. Whe Tamaki got there he gave you a hug and kiss. "Bunny, is everything okay? You sounded anxious on the phone." he said. (Y/n) took a deep breath and said "well... I'm pregnant! Isn't that wonderful?" Tamaki had a stunned look on his face and replied "uh... I-I-I-I don't k-know about t-this. I mean w-what about being a h-hero? Wouldn't t-t-that g-get in the way?" Tears fell down your face as you yelled "HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT?!?! You know what? FORGET IT WE DON'T NEED YOU!" And with that you left heart broken.

5 years later...

Life has treated you well you have a baby boy named Shu who resembled Tamaki in every way starting with the shy smile, the ears, plus Tamaki's hair, and his personality. Recently you've gotten a call from Neijire asking if you could come over. You said yes and with that you grabbed Shu and started the drive. When you arrived Neijire looked at Shu with wide eyes "OMG! Is that Tama-" before she could finish you covered her mouth and gave her a nod. Shu tugged on your shirt and said "mama I need to go potty" Neijire said for him to use the one upstairs cause the one downstairs was broken. With that Shu went upstairs to use the bathroom.

Neijirie then said "Oh. My. Gosh! I never knew you and Tamaki had an adorable baby!" You gave a sad smile and explained everything. With Neijire gave you a hug and said "I am pretty sure he regrets it cause after the break up he never was the same. He talked less. And me and Mirio had to force him to eat." (Y/n) gave a sad smile and said "part of me still loves him despite of what happened. I mean every time I look at Shu I see him. And when we watch the news Shu will say how great Suneater is and that he wants to be a hero like him. I wish I could talk to him again b-" "I AM SO HAPPY YOU SAID THAT (Y/N)! Cause I invited him and Mirio over!" "WHAT?!?! I didn't mean right now!"

When all of that was going on Shu was walking down the stairs. However he missed a step making a yelp as you and Neijire watched in horror. However before he fell a tentacle flew out of no where and stopped him from falling down the stairs. Your eyes widen as you saw Tamaki. 5 years. It's been 5 years since you've seen him. As Shu was loured to the floor he sprinted into your arms and said "MAMA! That was so scary! But that guy saved me. He just like my favorite hero Suneater!" You smiled and said "ya... uh we gotta go baby" "okay mama"

"Um. Thanks Tamaki" you mumbled as you rushed out the door holding Shu close. As you walked of Tamaki went after you and wrapped a tentacle around you. You looked back and you both had tears falling down your faces. Tamkai was the first to speak "(Y-y/n) I am s-o s-sorry I thought I-I-I had everything I w-wanted but I didn't. I n-need you. And our son. I know what I did was wrong and I am sorry I-" before he could finish you went into a hug and cried leaving Shu confused. "I lobe you Tamaki! And I forgive you I want you back in my life and I want you here for Shu."

"M-mama who is he?"

"This is your father" (y/n) said giving Shu a smile. With that Shu gasped as he couldn't believe what his mother said.

Few Years Later...

You and Tamaki where now married and back in love after going to couples therapy to keep things happy. As some more time went on you had a baby girl named Ema who looked like you but with Tamaki's ears.

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strawberrymilk-sunshine · 2 years

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Made for each other

Sorry guys I don't have anything funny to say :(

Warning(s): stalking by Cater, manipulation, obsession, delusional yandere Cater, kinda open-ended

A new account popped up on Magicam the other day.

The owner of the account was a beautiful person named (Y/N). They were a singer, apparently... and their voice was amazing.

When Cater first saw your pictures, he thought you looked cute. He liked the pic he saw and then scrolled past it.

He saw more pictures of you... and then, he heard your voice. A short video of you singing.

Your beautifully sad songs really spoke to him...

And soon , he couldn't get enough of you.

When he found out you had merch, of course he bought it! Posters, figures, shirts...

He listened to your songs everyday when he was going to school, he'd scroll through your account whenever he had time, he showed your songs to his friends in the pop music club...

By the time summer break rolled around, Cater was borderline obsessed with you.

Near the end of the break, Cater saw you post something.

It was an announcement saying you'd be taking a break for a few years. No more music until your break was over.

Cater was heartbroken! No more new songs from you? But your voice is so wonderful!

But what he read next caused his eyes to light up in excitement.

Sorry that I'll be gone so long guys!! But I promise I have a good reason for it! Are you ready to hear why I'll be gone for a few years? ... ... ... I'll be attending Night Raven College!!!!

You're gonna be attending NRC?! No way!!

That entire announcement made Cater look forward to going to school again.

And what a huge stroke of luck for Cater! You were assigned to Heartslabyul!

On the first day, you were struggling to paint the diamond under your left eye... usually other people would do your makeup for you, you yourself were terrible at doing it.

"Heya! You having trouble?" An energetic voice said from behind you. "I can help ya!"

"Really?" You asked.

"Yep! Come on, turn around." You turned around when he asked you to. "You were assigned the diamond suit, right? Hey, twinsies!!" He said, pointing the the diamond marking in his face. "By the way, my name's Cater Diamond! What's yours?"

"It's, uh, (Y/N)." You responded.

"No way! (Y/N)? Like that awesome singer who popped up recently?"

"...yeah."

"That's so cool!" Cater said to you happily. "Since you're new here, you probably don't know your way around the school, huh?" He said, helping you with your makeup. "I can show you around if you'd like!"

"Really? Thanks so much!"

"No problemo, (Y/N)~!"

Cater helped you adjust to life at Night Raven College. You thought of him as a friend!

Cater was always so nice to you. You had no idea what he was hiding from you.

Until one day...

One day.

You couldn't find Cater anywhere that day, and you had something you really needed help with, so you tried to find him.

You knocked on his door, before opening it.

And what you saw inside... surprised you, to say the least.

He had... a lot of your merch. So much that you felt a little unsettled. But you understood it was probably innocent!

You saw his phone unlocked on his bed. And you, being the snoop you are, decided to look at his phone.

It was opened on his Magicam. On his account, there was a picture of you. One you don't remember him taking.

Dating cute little (Y/N) is hard sometimes! They're known all around the school since they're a celebrity, so we gotta deal with paparazzi every now and again lol. But besides that, we have a perfect life! Love you sweetie~!

...dating?

Did... did Cater think the two of you were in a relationship?

"Oh! There you are, (Y/N)!" You heard Cater say from behind you. "Don't you know looking through someone's phone is rude?"

"Cater... w-what does this mean...?" You asked, showing him his phone.

"Ohhh... you weren't supposed to see that. But I mean, we are basically dating already." Cater explained. "I mean, I just love you so, so much, (Y/N)! C'mon, you accept my confession, don'tcha~? We were practically made for each other! So you should accept!"

"Don't you understand we were made for each other?"

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embe95 · 2 years

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It's Flirting!

Lee Minho drabble, yey <3 I just had an idea and went with it, had a lot of fun, so much so that it is currently 2.30am and I should be asleep.

Word count: 3,413 (whooooooops)

I really want to be where she is, just be close. Maybe even ask her out properly? Would she want me to?

I haven’t heard from her in days.

And suddenly I’m worried that I may have done something or said something that could have offended or hurt her. That maybe I went too far with a joke or made her feel uncomfortable.

That maybe I’ve read it all completely wrong and she doesn’t feel the same way in the slightest. That maybe she hates me. That she’s already secretly married to someone and just hasn’t told any of us.

”Calm. The fuck. Down,” I growl, throwing my phone against the couch. I hear it bounce and hit the carpet at the exact moment Chan comes out of his room.

”You good?”

”Mmm,” I voice a somewhat dissatisfied sounding consonant and keep my head in my hands.

”Minho?”

”She still hasn’t answered.” The sentence is almost inaudible but he catches it like a pro.

”Dude, it’s a group chat, she’s probably busy.”

Chan heads to the fridge and apparently grabs the carton of OJ, because the next thing I hear is probably heard by everyone who lives in the building.

”AGAIN? JISUNG I SWEAR TO GOD!”

A door locks at the end of the hallway.

”Why does he do this? Jesus… fucking empty. Every time…”

”You know he’ll buy two just to say sorry.”

”Yeah, yeah…”

I blow air out of my nose and toss him the half full banana milk I just drank from.

My phone still doesn’t buzz. Did I break it? No, surely not. Why isn’t she answering?

”Thanks. Like I was saying, she’s probably just busy. You gotta message her directly. Don’t count on the group chat, she isn’t that active on there anyway.”

He’s right. But I won’t tell him that. I can’t text her.

I stare out the window at the wintery city. The frame kinda makes all of it look like a painting; the snow fall dilutes and blurs all lines and makes things softer and more abstract. She’s probably having hot chocolate at the university library, maybe from her cat-themed thermos. Maybe she decided to splurge a little and got a fancy Starbucks salted caramel version.

I want to buy her hot chocolate every day. If only she would text me.

”You think she’s at the library?”

Chan’s brows furrow as he stares back at me. The look seems to be something along the lines of ”you’re creepy” and ”how the hell should I know”.

”Never mind. Jisung!”

My friend’s massive head of black hair is visible before anything else, then his eyes peek from behind the frame.

”Huh?”

Chan takes the opportunity to chuck the empty orange juice carton at the figure, who throws his hands up haphazardly. It does nothing to block the attack so the inevitable happens and it collides with his torso.

”YA! I’m sorry, I’ll get more when I go out!”

Our eldest roommate says nothing, just points a finger at Mr. Han Jisung with such vigor that even his nostrils flare.

”Did you need me?” Jisung’s scared eyes find me, the corners of his mouth rise nervously.

I’m happy I remembered to buy the milk I promised.

Why isn’t she answering?

”Yeah, have you talked to Y/N today?”

He cocks a brow and nods, slowly, hesitantly.

”Yeeees…” One word becomes as long as a sentence as his lips begin to curl up into a smirk. ”Whyyyyy?”

I didn’t think asking him would make him stare at me like this. It’s an innocent question isn’t it?

”Minho and Y/N sitting in a tree…” Chan’s soft mumbling is accompanied by a little dance, his arms swing back and forth, elbows bent.

I’m pretty sure my ears are as pink as his hoodie and I don’t like it.

”Shut up!”

”K-I-S-I-N-G-G… wait…” Jisung mumbles but I can’t see the face that is joined with Chan’s amused bark because my eyes are rolling.

”Never mind.”

”Man, sorry, sorry! Okay. Yeah, I talked to her, she’s at the library getting ready for next week’s exam.”

I knew it. My eyes find the window again. I should study too, probably, I mean… there’s gotta be something I need to read books for.

Why do I suddenly feel like going out into that mess of a weather? Getting all dressed up, throwing on layer upon layer, and I probably need to change, these sweats won’t do. Why am I just out of the blue feeling like I should head to the nearest Starbucks for some salted caramel hot chocolate? It’s because of her. I want to be where she is right now. I’ve wanted it for weeks.

Is it a bad idea? Would she want me there even though she hasn’t reacted to any of my messages in the group chat today?

She wouldn’t care if I wear sweats when I walk in, she doesn’t care about what people wear. She’d say she just wants me to be comfortable. But maybe she wouldn’t care if I came or not.

”Why do you ask?”

Chan and Jisung are both staring at me. I’m usually pretty sensitive to people’s attention but maybe I was traveling too far in my mind.

”I just… well I figured she was- I just wanted to see if- I mean maybe I could-”

”Want me to dial for you while you struggle to the end of that sentence?”

”You think I should call her?”

Jisung is obviously confused by the question which did indeed come out way more enthusiastic than I intended.

He had probably been preparing for a punch, a glare or some common form of my affection.

”Y-Yeah dude, if you want to, sure. Or you could just go surprise her,” he shrugs. As if he’d read my mind. As if it’s the easiest thing in the world. For him it probably feels like it, his track record with charming gestures is undefeated.

”That’s a great idea man!” Chan chimes in with his two cents after finishing the banana milk. ”But Minho, you gotta be nice.”

”Huh?”

”You act like… how should I put this… you act like a baby around her?”

”What?”

How can he say that, what is he on about? I mean… I can’t say I act totally normal right now, it’s hard to when she’s always smiling and laughing and hugging and breathing and dancing and sitting on my lap and flipping her hair around. And breathing.

”What the fuck does that mean?”

Chan looks down and crinkles his nose.

”I mean no offense man, it’s just that if you want to go have a romantic library date, you might want to- I don’t know- try not to snap at her so much?”

Snap? I don’t… do I? I mean I joke around and all but… Have I done or said something that actually offended her? Maybe I went too far with a joke. Or made her feel uncomfortable.

I’m right back to where I started. My brain is doing loops. Fuck.

Of course she doesn’t want to answer my texts. Why would she? If I’ve been a dick then… Fuck!

Jisung comes closer, at first I think he’s going to come hug me or something but instead he slumps onto the couch. Chan leans on the kitchen island situated behind the large, grey furniture.

The younger of the two looks deep in thought, like he’s reminiscing. ”Mmm… He does have point.”

There’s a flow of negativity in the room suddenly and I need them to specify their claims quickly and clearly, a request I then voice.

”I mean, yeah, you joke with all of us and we love you for it…”

”But maybe with Y/N it just gets a little…”

”Childish?” Chan’s voice is overly high and gentle, like a child confessing to a stupid thing they did.

It's like his words press the rewind button on a tape of all the moments I've shared with her. I see it all. What goes on in my head doesn't match what comes out. She sits on my lap, and I feel like I want to pull her closer and smell her hair. The weight feels comforting, I'm close enough to gently kiss her neck. Instead, I complain about how heavy she is. She comes to our house to watch movies and brings me my favorite soda. I feel like she knows me and it makes me feel... well, really touched actually, I don't even remember telling her about it. Instead, I ask why she didn't bring any chips. We dance together at the club downtown. It's like the twentieth song and neither of us has left the dance floor while everyone around us has come and gone thrice over. She moves so smoothly, looks so alive and anytime she grabs my hand to do a spin under my arm or so spin around with me I feel so electric and happy. Dancing with her feels easy, and I wish she'd let me take her home. Instead, I ask her why she keeps stepping on my toes. She slumps down next to me at the café, leaning her head on my shoulder and tells me how exhausted she is after a bad day. Her hair smells amazing and I love how warm she is. I'm sorry she feels tired. I want to take her hand in mine and run my hand through that perfect head of hair, to tell her I'm here. Instead, I tell her not to look at me like that and that maybe her bad day was caused by that ugly hoodie she's wearing.

Of course she doesn't want to answer my texts! I wouldn't either.

"It's okay, man! I just mean that maybe if you really wanna make a move-"

"No," I say softly and stare back outside. The snow is falling even harder now, the day turns into evening as the sun begins to set somewhere behind the thick cloud cover. "You're right. I've been an ass."

"I didn't say you've been-"

"I don't think she'd want to hang out alone. I'll just see her tomorrow at the club like always."

When I make my way to the kitchen, hands already reaching for the coffee pot to brew some evening joe since I won't be heading out after all, a pair of strong hands grab my shoulders and spin me around. I don't like it when Hyung manhandles me.

"Minho, that is not what I meant. I don't even mean that you have to stop joking around, I just mean that you should be sincere for a bit, and then you can go right back to it. I don't think you'll get out of being 'just friends' if you're not honest."

I don't like it when he's right either.

After a brief conversation with the two which included me stating out loud that I have a crush on Y/N for the first time, I ask Jisung to check how long she'd be at library. He's happy to, since he's such a sucker for surprises. He wants to join me so he can see the look on her face, but I've never really had a problem saying no to Jisung. Or anyone, really, except Y/N. I then get changed, throw on my hoodie, a coat, some boots and a beanie, and I'm ready. Almost, I still need two salted caramel hot chocolates, one in each hand.

Lucky for me, there's a Starbucks around practically every corner. I choose to head for the one closest to the library, so our drinks will stay warm.

Then the lump in my throat swells and nearly blocks my breathing. How did this become so momentous? It isn't a date, I'm just bringing her some hot chocolate. She might not even want it. She might have left already, changed her mind about staying late. Am I nervous because of what my roommates made me realize? Could I be walking into something that'll make me cringe for the rest of my existence? This feels very new and terrifying. I should just forget about this and head back inside.

But I want to see Y/N. I really do.

And I don't really even have to make tonight anything special. It doesn't have to become "the night that Minho confessed" or whatever. We can just hang out. I can help her with her revision and just sit next to her as she reads. That's creepy. But she looks so beautiful when she concentrates, like a majestic being asked to solve a complex riddle. Her eyes get all cat-like, narrow and glowing.

But maybe... Maybe she doesn't want me there and I'll just bother her.

I don't know how I ended up inside the elevator taking me to the study rooms on the third floor of the university library, but here I am. All this thinking blurred out my steps and direction but somehow... here I am. Standing in the quiet, student-filled space that is quite foreign to me, but very familiar to the person I am here to see.

Focusing my gaze, I play the real-life "Where's Waldo?" in the huge space. I'm slightly embarrassed to be staring at people so bluntly because they all seem so focused, but then again, I don't really care.

Then suddenly, I see a hand moving. It's a frantic wave and my brain skips every step and jumps straight to what I know to be true; it's Y/N. The glass door of the small study room she's in opens and she tiptoes towards me. It's like I'm doing a full body scan, the way my eyes stay on her. She looks happy, her smile is wide and her steps are accompanied by excited hands.

"Oh my gosh! Hi!" she whisper yells.

She might actually be happy to see me. Hoodie-clad arms are around my neck before I can register a thing, and my heart rate skyrockets. The embrace is tight. Her embrace always is. And she skipped the hot chocolates in my hands, she didn't even look at them.

"What are you doing here? Wait, wait. Come here," she grabs my arm and gently guides us back between all the tables, couches and chairs to the room she'd just exited.

When the door is closed, I hear it. Silence. Not the kind outside in the general study hall where you can hear a pin drop and the creek of a chair echoes for fifteen minutes. The kind that takes sound and swallows it. This room is-

”It’s a soundproof room so don’t worry, it’s okay to talk!” she says as if she’s a kettle that’s just begun to boil. ”But Min, what are you doing here? Oh, is one of these for me?”

No, dumbass, they’re both for me.

”Y-Yes, I thought you might like it,” I gulp, handing one to her.

”That is so sweet, thank you!” Her smile just makes all my cells dance. ”I’m just so surprised and happy you’re here, I wasn’t even sure you knew where the library was!”

What? You saying I don’t read?

”We walked you here with Jisung last week.”

Forehead crinkled, she takes a slow, calculated, sip of the hot chocolate. Whatever she was staring at me for was apparently forgotten when the liquid hit her tongue. ”You remembered!”

You like it? I just got you the same thing I got for myself, don’t read into it.

”Yeah. Uh- what are you studying for?”

”Minho, is everything alright?”

”Mhmm, why?”

She stares again, but says nothing.

”Come sit here. I have this big exam next week and…”

I sit next to her as she goes through the topic. I’m so immersed in her voice and the way the grey hoodie frames her face that I barely half-listen, yet I’m interested in everything she tells me.

”Did you come here just to see me?” she finishes after saying she’s happy I’m there but that she has to keep going for at least a little bit more.

Of course not, I’m here to play volleyball.

”I thought maybe you’d like the company.”

She’s silent for a moment, again.

”Okay… well, you’re right. It’s good to see you. As always.”

We stay quiet as she stares at me. I want to believe that she did look at my lips, but I dare not hope.

”Wanna quiz me? I just got through chapter seven.”

I do.

She’s so intelligent and enthusiastic about the topic. She gets a few wrong and goes back through her notes expertly, reads for a few minutes and then we get back to it.

I have never, ever had this much fun with a book. I scan through the pages, mind on the amazing person next to me. I hope I’ve been kind, I’m pretty proud of the way I’ve held my tongue. Maybe tonight could be the night I tell her how I feel.

”You’re so good at this, it’s amazing.”

”Okay, that’s it, what is up with you tonight?”

What is this annoyed tone? What happened?

”Huh?”

”Is something wrong? Are you mad at me? Has something happened that you’re not telling me?”

”W-wha- No! Why would you think that?”

”Then why are you being cold?”

Cold? Now I’m ”cold”? This can’t be right, the guys said… what is she talking about?

I set the book down and turn to face her. Her features seem agitated, tight. It scares me a little. It annoys me more.

”What are you on about?”

”’You’re so good at this’… ’here you go’… ’there you are’… ’it’s okay’… ’me and Jisung walked you here last week’… what the heck was that? Of course I remember? But who are you and where is my Minho?”

”Y-Your Min-”

”Yes! My Minho, I want him back!”

”You’re acting so weird. What do you mean?”

As she explains the tape rewinds again. She sits on my lap and I complain about how heavy she is. She asks if I mean it and I get up without letting go of her, flipping her so I’m holding her bridal style. I squat a few times and shake my head. She comes to our house and brings me my favourite soda and I ask why she didn’t bring chips. She pokes out her tongue and pulls a bag of them out of her tote bag and I have to wrestle her for them, after which I get her favourite soda from the fridge and bring it to her. We dance together at the club downtown and I ask why she keeps stepping on my toes. She then proceeds to step on my toes (for the first time that night) and asks what I want to drink next. She slumps down next to me after a bad day and leans her head on my shoulder. She bursts out laughing when I slander her hoodie because it’s in fact mine. Without another word I offer her sips of my hot chocolate for the rest of the night, and when it's finished I go buy another one.

And she wanted to answer my messages. She was just busy (and Chan was right again but I don’t want to think about that).

”And another thing! I haven’t considered you ”just a friend” in weeks so Chan and Jisung can just take their Tiktok psychology tips elsewhere and stop messing with us!”

I have to shake my head to rattle that sentence around. Make it make sense.

”It’s called flirting! And another thing-”

”You talk too much.”

”What?”

I lean closer quickly, grinning. Our knees touch. I make my intention, my hope for what will happen next crystal clear by cupping her cheek.

”Can you just shut up for a second if this means you don’t think I’ve been a dick to you?”

She’s silent, again. Her eyes are darting between my eyes and lips, the words she wants to say travel to her gaze easily.

And then I kiss her. This just became "the night we kissed for the first time", which is more than I could've ever hoped for. She's so perfect.

”You are a dick, though. I never said that,” she smirks as I let my lips travel between her cheeks and mouth. "And you're overdressed, the dress code for study dates with me is sweats."

That night, as we travel hand in hand back to my place, the fierceness I knew accompanied her kind heart was more visible than ever. She doesn’t wait for me to fully open the door to the apartment.

The wooden rectangle flies open with force and hits the wall as Y/N bursts in.

”YOU TWO! You ever try to get him to ’tone it down’ or whatever the fuck the advice was, I’ll make sure your fridge will always be full of nothing but empty orange juice cartons!”

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vwritesaus · 1 month

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meet sasha and kiyoshi, disaster duo

going off this poll, i've decided to share a snippet of my original work ft. the main protagonist and her boyfriend :> more under the cut!!

Sasha sucks in a deep breath and steps in front of the couch. Immediately, her boyfriend’s eyes flick up from his phone screen to her face.

‘Kiyoshi.’

‘Yes, Sash?’

With as much will as she can muster, Sasha says, ‘I need your help with something. Something only you can help me with.’

‘Sure!’ Kiyoshi declares, and his enthusiasm is enough to cause a small smile to tug at Sasha’s lips. ‘What is it?’

That small smile quickly falls apart and dread fills every crevice of Sasha’s being. But she needs to do this. She has to. It’s the only way. It’s the worst idea she’s ever had.

‘I can’t believe I’m saying this, but…’ She shakes her head, wincing at the words that come out of her mouth. ‘D’you wanna go to the gym… together?’

The following silence is devastating. Sasha wants to dig a hole into the floor and crawl into it.

Kiyoshi blinks at her, his mouth agape. ‘Huh?’

Groaning into her palms, Sasha bites, ‘Please don’t make this more painful than it already is. Just say yes or no, dammit!’

‘Sasha…’ Peeking through her fingers, she sees Kiyoshi dump his phone onto the cushion next to him and hold his hands out to her, palms up. ‘As much as going to the gym together would make me very happy, I also know you.’

There is no malice in his voice, just pure fact. He does know her, and she knows herself. Kiyoshi’s the sporty one, the gym rat, the muscle pig. Sasha is… not.

‘Which is exactly why I need you to motivate me to go. Who knows what can happen in the future?’

‘The future?’ Alarm is rife in his expression. ‘Babe, where are you going with this?’

Sasha drops her hands from her face, her voice turning dry as she shoots Kiyoshi a weary look. ‘Well, y’know how it goes. All those YA novels. The trope is always the same: the protagonist didn’t know they were magic, and then all of a sudden they need to save the fucking world and they are very conveniently armed with MMA knowledge and are super fit and have amazing stamina and know how to hold their own in a spontaneous fight with otherworldly creatures. As you know, I am the complete opposite, so I better start training in case one of my future goddamn visions ends up being a plot to destroy the world and I’m somehow the only fucking person who can stop it.’

Gasping for air, Sasha tries to catch her breath and curses her lungs for not being to do their job properly. It just hammers the truth of the matter right down to its core. Kiyoshi is frowning, deep in thought, but there’s something in his expression that flickers ever-so-slightly. She knows what’s up. He’s trying to keep his face neutral, and if her nerves weren’t so shot, she’d be doing the same.

‘Tell me I’m wrong,’ she says to him instead.

‘Sasha. My love.’

It’s inevitable and Sasha cannot blame him for it. No longer able to keep his face straight, Kiyoshi crumbles and peals with laughter. Never mind that Sasha glares at him.

‘My love, I adore you, but you are thinking way too hard about this.’

‘I gotta be prepared, Kiyoshi!’ Sasha argues.

‘You are prepared!’ he counters. When all Sasha does is stare at him, question marks flying around her head, Kiyoshi puffs out his chest and states with confidence, ‘You have me! Ya think I’m gonna let ya fight alone should one break out? Girl, please. I’ll always have your back. Just say the word and I’ll come and one-two punch the living shit out of whoever tries to mess with you!’

The whole scenario is emphasised with Kiyoshi’s signature grin, the one Sasha’s seen flashed at the opposing team during his volleyball matches, and with him flexing his biceps. The whole thing is hilarious, and Sasha would laugh if not for the overwhelming fondness that blooms across her whole chest. God, she got lucky with this guy.

But there’s just one small problem with his proposal.

She says gravely, ‘That’s sweet of you, darl, but I hate to break it to you... you don’t have MMA skills either.’

Kiyoshi blinks. Sasha blinks back.

‘Guess we’re fucked then,’ he says.

‘Guess we are,’ she echoes.

‘Better go train then.’

‘Better go train.’

Tapping a finger to his chin, Kiyoshi’s voice suddenly becomes pensive. ‘Say, wanna place a bet?’

Not one to back down from a challenge, Sasha asks, ‘What kind of bet?’

Dark eyes sparkle and Sasha’s hooked.

‘If you can survive two consecutive days training at the gym with whatever regime I throw at you to “prepare for the end of the world,’ Kiyoshi pitches, ‘I’ll do whatever you want for a week.’

‘A month,’ Sasha rebuts, smiling when Kiyoshi nods his head in agreement. Then she pauses. ‘And if I can’t?’

She regrets the question the second it passes her lips for an evil-looking grin splits Kiyoshi’s cheeks.

‘Kiyoshi—’

‘If you can’t,’ he says, ‘you have to eat my famous stir-fry.’

Horrified, Sasha splutters, ‘Kiyoshi—’

‘Broccoli and all. Every. Last. Bite.’

‘You fucking arsehole!’ she shouts. Seeing no other alternative that won’t end up with this conversation being a waste, Sasha throws her hands up in defeat. ‘Fine! Just you wait. I’ll fucking do it.’

Two days later

She storms out of the living room, not wanting to give her boyfriend the satisfaction, but his delighted laughter follows her. It’s contagious, and she laughs quietly to herself. But her determination is stronger.

‘I gotta say, Sash. I’m very surprised,’ he says in awe.

Watching Sasha drop the weights on the floor with a deep groan, Kiyoshi’s mouth turns down at the corners.

With her hands on her knees, huffing and puffing and wishing for a long, long shower, Sasha peers up at him through her eyelashes. Her hair is stuck to her forehead, disgustingly damp with sweat, and her arms are screaming at her, but she manages a smug grin.

‘What can I say?’ she wheezes. ‘I’d rather kill my arms and legs, hack a lung out and feel like death than put Satan in my mouth.’

Kiyoshi laughs and smiles hugely at her. ‘I can see that! I’m super proud of you though.’

He makes a heart with his hands to exemplify this, and Sasha barely manages to make one as well.

idk who else specifically is interested, but i'm tagging @alastairstom since you wanted to read ajksdas ♡

#original work #original writing #original characters #my ocs #sasha #kiyoshi #snippet #some more info about these two!!#they're 22 currently at university and have been dating for 2 years #kiyoshi may have bokuto vibes (overexcited volleyball player who loves life?? please!!) and i am not sorry about it #sasha is TiredTM and has clairvoyant powers #and she's not happy about it lol #unwilling hero so to speak #does not want to be the chosen one #also i wrote this a few years ago and only just quickly glossed over it #so excuse any errors lol

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Date Night ⎯ Steve Harrington Headcanon

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader Fandom: Stranger Things MASTERLIST 🌸 Join in my birthday event! 🌸 Warnings: Fluff, cursing?, Steve is a nervous wreck lol Request from @musicallisto: helloooo! so, for your 3 year celebration, could I request headcanons for going on a date with steve harrington? I haven't seen s4 but apparently we all need fluff and therapy from it lol

A/N Thank you so much for requesting for my latest hyper fixation. If you do watch S4, Clara, don’t watch that last episode. Not worth it at all.

Steve is 100% that guy to argue with you over who’s paying the bill

He’s all like “It’s the gentlemanly thing to do.” While puffing his chest out

To him it doesn’t even matter that he’s a guy--he just likes taking care of people

9/10 Steve was pining after you for ages

Robin got so sick of it, she almost told you herself that Mr. Harrington was too much of a pussy to say he liked you

I’d reckon you’re well aware of his crush and... you definitely made fun of him for it

“Awe, what’s wrong Steve, do ya like me or something?”

Cue Steve turning the darkest shade of red in existence

Also him asking Robin, “Does Y/N like... know or something?”

And Robin going, “Or something, you idiot.”

It takes a lot of hyping up for Steve to finally ask you on a date

It’s all awkward and cute but so weird for him

Steve’s never been nervous a day in his life (except when he saw his grades senior year)

Because before going on dates was easy people threw themselves at him

He was King Steve Harrington--so why the hell was he shaking just dialing your number?

100% the whole call goes like this: S: Hey, Y/N... what’s up, how are things going?... Oh that’s good, hey I had a quick question--it’s totally okay if you say no, I totally understand it’s just that Robin keeps threatening me with my life and I thought I’d die either way if you said no-- Y: I’ll go on a date with you, Harrington. I can hear you sweating through the phone S: OH YOU WILL? I mean--Yea that makes sense *awkward chuckles* uh... another question; how’d you know I was asking you on a date?

He buys you flowers. Doesn’t know what kind you like, so he buys like 3 different bouquets

Opens every door for you, compliments your outfit choice even if you decide to dress casually

I’d think your first date would definitely be something like the movies then desert at a local diner

Steve would let you decide on the movie because he just wants to impress you so bad (man has HORRIBLE daddy issues so he lives to serve)

When you grab his hand halfway through the movie--he swears his heart fell out of his chest (he’s in deep and he doesn’t even care)

You make gentle jokes about how tense he is the entire night

Eventually he does loosen up--you two had been friends a while, it was just hard for him not to expect the worse

“I like you too, Harrington. Don’t think I’ll go running away just because you say the wrong thing.”

That helps his nerves a lot--just you reassuring him makes him calm down so much

“Ha, I knew that...” (he didn’t)

At the end of the night, on the way home, you ask to pull over and star gaze.

The radio is playing softly in his car--all the windows are down and you’re just holding hands enjoying one another

Steve swears he’s dreaming--you kinda feel the same

It’s weird how his nerves make you feel so calm. It’s cute how badly he just wants you to have fun

If you try kissing him when he drops you back off at home--he’d probably faint

Steve 100% calls Robin when he gets home to tell her how things went and she 100% says “Told you so, dingus, they’ve always liked you.”

#murswrites #3 years of murswrites #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington headcanon #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things headcanon

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