#''Hey Rain why is Curse your favorite''

[roboraindrop]

Jfkdhs I rlly wanna watch Curse of Chu.cky again bc it's my favorite and he's been on my mind all day but I can't find it streaming anywhere aside from Amazon ://

#''Hey Rain why is Curse your favorite'' #*points to my Daisies out of Season dynamic* #also more human Chu.cky content (: #I love him in all forms but there is Something about the flashback scenes. hhhhhhh #they Awakened something within me I swear #ANYWAYS enough of my rambling #He's pretty and I'm weak. thanks. #rain rambles #Dollface

[lnfours]

everything | l.n

summary: he’s your best friend and you’re in love with him, but he’s not in love with you. or so you think, anyway.

warnings: fluff, a hint of angst, reader not knowing how love feels, kinda a situationship scenario but idk, also kind of hot trash?? - inspired by ceilings by lizzy mcalpine

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he was finally home. after months of busy schedules and being away from home, he was back. and the first thing he did? he texted you. he texted you and asked if you were busy, like he always did every time he was back in london.

you had told him no, your plans had fallen through last minute and to be honest, you missed him. you missed his laugh, the way he hugged you, the jokes the two of you shared. he was your person and you were his, it was as simple as that.

and sure, maybe he was your person for another, completely different reason. but at the end of the day, to you, he was just lando. he wasn’t ‘lando norris, formula one driver for mclaren’. he was the boy you had known since you were a teenager, the boy you cheered for on the sidelines ever since he decided he wanted to work towards his dreams.

so the two of you had made plans to go out for a drive and catch up, the tradition you held every time he came back. you’d drive around, get some take out, and head back to your apartment for a few episodes of your favorite shows or a movie he’d seen and thought you would like. he had picked you up, the mclaren running on the side of the street as you climbed in, closing the door behind you.

you smiled, leaning into his touch when he leaned over and wrapped you into a side hug from the drivers side, “hey! missed you,”

you smiled back at the brunette, his green eyes meeting yours, “missed you, too, lan.”

his eyes scanned yours before he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on your lips. a new tradition you two had picked up ever since that drunken night in singapore. you had went to the grand prix with max, showing support for your best friend, just like you always did. somehow, someway, the two of you had found yourselves stripping each other’s clothes off in his hotel room. nothing but the sounds of your quiet moans and his mumbled curses filling the room as you learned each other’s bodies.

and it had become a thing, every time he’d come home you’d both find yourselves in the same predicament: tangled in the sheets within the hour.

the whole ordeal was like a dream come true in the beginning, something you had been wishing for since the moment you realized that maybe you loved him more than in a platonical way. now, as you sat in the passenger seat of his car, legs tucked underneath you as the rain pattered against the roof, your food in your lap as you stared out to the city lights below you, you weren’t sure it was a good idea. you had seen the girls that practically throw himself at you, why would he choose you over them?

he noticed your silence, tilting his head towards you and placing a hand on your thigh, “you okay?”

you swallowed thickly, “mhm,”

he knew you better than that, though, “no you’re not.”

you sighed, how do you tell someone who’s not in love with you that you want something more, “‘m fine, really.”

you picked at your nails, ignoring the way your phone was buzzing against your leg. you had assumed it was your friend texting you, begging for updates between you and the boy you were sitting next to.

“you know you can tell me anything, right?”

not this. not now.

you nodded, “i know.”

he nodded back at you, “okay,”

you looked back out to the window next to you, watching the rain drip down the glass. you swallowed the lump in your throat, biting down on your lip as you felt the tears prick your eyes. you felt stupid, stupid to feel like there was ever a real chance. a real chance that he could ever love you the way you loved him.

you felt his eyes on you again, “y/n?”

you hummed, turning back to face him, which was a mistake. you felt like your heart was being ripped out of your chest.

“what’s wrong? seriously, i don’t know if i can handle the silence for much longer.”

you chuckled softly, shaking your head, “it’s nothing, really. promise,”

“stop lying to me,” he sighed, “c’mon, i’m your best friend. you can tell me anything.”

best friend.

you sniffled softly, which made his attention shift from your eyes to the small tear falling down your cheek in the dim lighting of the street light, “i just feel so… dumb.”

he raised an eyebrow, “why do you feel, dumb?”

he absentmindedly reached out and wiped the tear away with the pad of his thumb. you let out a shaky breath, shaking your head and backing away from his touch.

he looked at you confused, a hint of hurt in his eyes as he watched you cry in front of him. he was wracking his brain, trying to figure out where he went wrong. trying to understand what you meant with your words, all while trying not to make himself feel like he was the reason for your tears.

you opened the car door, the rain smacking the pavement as you stepped out, “i can’t,”

he watched as you closed the car door, stepping out into the night sky and cold rain. he sat there for a second, his brain unable to catch up to what had just happened. his brain caught up, opening his own door as he chased after you into the freezing cold rain.

“y/n!”

you didn’t want to turn around, your tears mixing with the rain on your face. he was faster than you, though, grabbing your hand and holding you back from walking away from him. he spun you back to face him, your face glowing under the street light as he noticed how broken you look.

“what’s wrong!” he yelled over the pouring rain, “please, don’t shut me out!”

you let out a quiet sob, “i can’t do this right now, lando!”

he stood in front of you, frozen, as you repeated yourself, softer now, “i can’t keep doing this to myself.”

he shook his head, “what’re you talking about?!”

“just say it!” you shouted back, “just say you don’t really want me so i can move on and forget about it and we can go back like nothing ever happened!”

“what makes you think i want that?” he asked, “y/n, why do you think i come back to london instead of monaco whenever i have a break? because i want to see you!”

“not for the same reason i want to see you!”

“you don’t know that!”

you cried softly, turning away from him as he approached you again, taking your face into his hands. your eyes met yours as he spoke again, “y/n, i come back home to you because you’re all i think about when im not with you. every little thing i do, i think about you.”

you watched as his eyes scanned yours, begging for you to speak. he spoke first, though, “you’re all i think about, every night, every day. i should’ve told you how i felt sooner instead of dragging you on, but i’m falling in love with you.”

you shook your head, backing away from his touch again, “don’t,”

“don’t what?” he asked, “tell you i’m in love with you?”

“don’t say it if you don’t mean it. please, don’t say it just to make me feel better.”

“for one second can you just stand here and actually listen to me?” he sighed, “can you let yourself understand that there’s someone who actually loves you, standing right in front of you telling you. someone who’s ready to drop everything and show you.”

he reached for your hand and pulled you closer to him again, but this time you didn’t back away. he was so close to knocking down the final wall you had put up, so close to knocking down the walls you had put up as a sense of security. to keep yourself guarded, too scared to wear your heart on your sleeve once again.

but here he was, your best friend of all people, standing here in the pouring rain and giving you the fairytale moment you had always hoped for. the boy with curly brown hair and gorgeous green eyes was everything you could’ve ever wanted. everything you dreamed about, every future map you’d come up with in your journal, it always had him in it. one way or another, the two of you were meant to be.

two souls intertwined. that was you and him.

“lando-“

“i fucking love you,” he said, “so much that it physically hurts. like my chest gets all tight, and it feels like i can’t breathe-“

“lan-“

“and that night in singapore was when i realized you were the person i wanted to be with. not the models or the girls who throw themselves at me, i want to be with you. the one who knows my favorite flavor of ice cream, the one who knows all my greatest fears and all my secrets. the one who doesn’t judge me and i can talk to about anything. it’s you. it always has been, i’ve just been to blind to see it.”

the final wall came crashing down as you said his name, “lando,”

he hummed, his heart damn near flying out of his chest as you wrapped your arms around his neck, your face so close to his as you mumbled a soft, “kiss me.”

he didn’t give it a second thought, immediately pressing his lips to yours. you kissed him back, the rain long forgotten about as the water from his hair dripped onto your forehead. he put every ounce of longing, passion and love into the kiss, a kiss nothing like the ones you had both shared before.

he pulled away, his forehead against yours, “you don’t have to say it back, but now you know that i love you.”

you pulled him back to you by his jacket, “i love you.”

he smiled before his lips were pressed back against yours. and you stood there, kissing in the rain, and everything felt like a scene straight out of a movie. the feeling something new to you no longer felt scary, or intimidating. it felt safe and warm.

and it was all because of him.

#idk what this is #tbh w you #lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #lando norris friends to lovers #lando norris fluff #lando norris angst #lando norris fluff imagine #lando norris angst imagine #song based #ln4 #ln4 x reader #ln4 imagine #ln4 fluff #ln4 fic #ln4 x you #formula 1 #formula one #formula one mclaren #mclaren f1

[adorenaisha]

angst, g. satoru

you stood there looking through the telescope of the now destroyed astronomy tower filled with dead bodies, ignoring the awful smell of blood while observing the bright stars in the sky. it would be such a lie if you were to say that the stars weren't beautiful. but there was always one star that stood out the most.

he stood still behind you, breathing heavily. his white hair now had splatters of blood over it, so does his outfit, blood of the innocent people that you killed.

he should kill you. he needs to kill you. but why hasn't he? was it perhaps that he cannot bear the loss of another loved one in his life? he has lost suguru after all, and now he has to loose you.

"hey y/n, what's the answer to number 4?" gojo whispers not very quietly, seeking to find the answer from you. "gojo didn't i tell you to study?" you sigh out.

he lets out an awkward smile, you knew that face. "i was busy!" he responded back to you while you just roll your eyes at him. "you know, the results of these astrology quizzes are gonna be like..50% of our grade?"

his eyes suddenly widen a little. "oh fuck. are you serious?–"

"do i look like i'm joking right now?" you deadpan.

"are there going to be remedials? oh gosh." he asks you in a hurry. "i don't know." you said blankly, focusing back on your paper. "y/n, help a friend out maybe??"

you groan quietly. "okay, look. i can help you study later at the library for the next upcoming quizzes?" his lips curl up in his signature smile as he thanks you.

is it a coincidence how you both got so close because of you offering to tutor him about astrology? he isn't sure. but when he blinks out of his thought you were still searching for the one star.

why were you taking so long? he asked himself. although, you have never told him what your favorite star was. ever.

suddenly when he was spacing out again he saw you turn around, your figure now facing his. "how long are you gonna wait?" you ask him, your voice echoing through the tower. "as long as you want me to."

his voice sounded tired while his face was covered up in bruises, from your doings. "did you find your favorite star?" he says softly while his gaze was focused at you, admiring you for the last time. a small smile slowly lifting from your lips as he got his cursed technique ready.

"i did."

a single tear ran down through your cheeks before you got obliterated, your blood raining down everywhere.

gojo stood there with a blank expression as he got drenched in more blood, your blood. the blood of someone whom he loved so dearly, who he cherished, who he never got to say goodbye to.

if only he knew that it was him.

he's the one who shines the most amongst other stars. the one who shined the light into your life.

gojo satoru was truly your favorite star.

#gojo satoru #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk

[blackbat05]

Thief

Rick Flag x Reader

Plot: The weather hasn’t done any favors, leaving you out of clothes. Thankfully, you know where you could grab some in case of an emergency.

Genre: PG-13 (Shared clothes trope)

A/N: I’m sorry if this was so brief and not as well written🥲 I realized I haven’t wrote Rick in a while and it proves because this was sitting in my draft for a good 3 weeks? Final semester so many things were going on. Still hope you enjoy it!

Yes, the yellow shirt makes an appearance😩

Sweating buckets, you stumbled into the shared apartment. Making a beeline for the fridge, you grab a bottle of water, gulping down the liquid like it’s your lifeline.

Curse the fickle minded weather. You swore the weather forecast saying something about breezy winds. It didn’t say anything about a blistering hot morning.

You immediately made your way to the showers once you were sure you could properly stand and not collapse midway.

Shortly after, you stepped out of the shower, satisfied with the cooling sensation lingering on your skin. Opening your closet to retrieve fresh clothes, you realize one problem…

You were out of tops.

Of course. With the unpredictable weather, you finally managed to get your clothes out to dry without having to worry about the torrential rain. Your friends around you convinced you to just get a dryer or head to the laundromat but you were dead set on not having to spend more money than you already were. So natural drying it was.

You racked your head for a solution. Sure, you would have been contended lounging around naked but the windows were too close to the building opposite your apartment and you had intention of jeopardizing you modesty with creeps these days.

An idea lights in your head. Of course! Why didn’t you think of that. You opened Rick’s part of the cabinet, pulling out a yellow shirt. Slipping it through your head, you were glad for the new soap powder you had bought just last week for the smell had mixed nicely with Rick’s scent. As his shirt had covered you nicely, you decided to opt for no shorts enjoying the cool air on your legs.

It felt as if like he was hugging you from behind while you went around your daily tasks. Heat long forgotten, you started to hum your favorite tunes, time ticking away.

The door rattles slightly before revealing Rick with a couple of brown bags in each hand. You don’t seem to notice him as you focused on making breakfast for the two of you.

His eyes can’t help but to roam your figure, specifically what you were wearing. Rick recognized that blindingly bright yellow shirt from anywhere. Honestly, it only reminded him of unsavory memories but when you wore it, the distaste for it somehow disappeared.

“Hey baby.” Rick gently calls out so as to not alarm you. You turn around, spatula in one hand and an infectious smile on your face. Now that you were facing him, Rick feels a flutter in his chest seeing how effortlessly elegant you looked despite the casual home wear.

“You’re back!” You made sure the stove was switched off before making a beeline to the counter where Rick was sitting. “Did you get everything on the list?”

Rick nods proudly. “And I figured you could do with some ice cream especially after that run.”

His brain momentarily short circuits as you give a bone crushing hug, feeling your skin exposed by the lack of shorts press against his own.

“You’re the best! What would I do without you.” An arm around Rick’s neck, you rummage the shopping bags with your free hand only to be stopped abruptly by him. You give him a puzzled look. Rick takes a few steady breaths.

“Is that my shirt you’re wearing?”

You glanced down, holding the piece of fabric between your two fingers. “Oh… this?” You carefully scanned his unreadable expression.

“Yeah, I didn’t have any fresh clothes so I kinda grabbed one from you… if you don’t like it I can change! I’m sure one of mine would have dried in this heat by now.”

Before you could ramble any further, Rick nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. “Don’t, I love it.”

He wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to him. “In fact, take this shirt. I want to see you wear it more often.”

Rick’s sudden straightforwardness leaves you blushing. Despite how long you had been together, Rick always made you feel like you were the prettiest woman in the world.

You gently pry yourself away from him, looking at his gaze that was dripping with honey. “Alright then,” you decided to feel a little cheeky today, “I’ll keep it! Don’t say that I’m a thief or something!”

He laughs. “Darlin? That’s exactly what you are. A thief to my clothes and my heart.”

Rick turns away from you, preparing to help you with breakfast. He can’t help but to grin, knowing very well that you were left agape at his smooth delivery.

You barely managed to pull yourself together, mumbling how you were going to fold the clean laundry since he was at the stove. As you leave the kitchen, Rick can’t help but to stare at your thin underwear that was covered by his large shirt.

Yeah, he’ll get more of those darned shirts if he had to.

#rick flag x reader #rick flag #colonel rick flag x reader #colonel rick flag #joel kinnaman #the suicide squad

[arikazu]

Stray kids as Romantuc tropes (hyung line) ♡

CHAN 🐺

RIGHT PERSON Wrong time

"Maybye in another life you would still love me?"

Okay so for him I think this trope is perfect it all started with a simple first meet at a concert where you first met each other.

You a forginer in his country south Korea him being a famous idol and you were just a student who met her favorite idol.

Random meetings started in the small Cafe that was near the countryside

Exchanging texts and glances as you came to support him on various events

You were his secret girlfriend for 6 months but like everything this also came to end when dispatch revealed the dating scandal

To save his career you left him

You left without any worries no call or no texts

He waited but you didn't came back

He was left all alone in Seoul with his music and his group the world saw him as a brave leader but he was just a scared man from inside

You were in the other corner of world watching him from distance as Christopher bang became a another lost face in your memories

"In another life Chris where you are not a cursed idol and I am not a groupie"

Minho

Stranger to lovers

"At first glance I never knew you would be so important to me I didn't didn't knew your face just heard your voice"

He was at the cat shelter looking for some cats stuff for his 3 cats when he first saw you were helping some people to treat a cat.

You were a vet he could not understand your language but he liked the way you were helping the kitten.

He liked your kindness first

Next week he came back with his cat as it got injured you were there speaking in Korean to him he was surprised but you grabbed his cat and treated him right away.

Your passions towards your job and animal became the first thing he admired about you

But he didn't knew your name, your age, your country, your laumage,

He just knew you loved your job and animals

In the coming months he got your name as he made regular weekends visits with his cats to your animal shelter.

You became used to hit frejndky Hello when he came and you git attached to his cats more and him too you won't lie.

One summer rainy evening he ran up to your animal shelter drenched in rain and asked you out decaleung his vee,ings towards you.

You just grinned and said.

"MR stranger I think you are cute too we should go to a cat cafe soon tighter hmm?"

CHANGBIN

The boy next door

"Hey! I am one house away to become your boy next door!"

He was your neighbor

You saw each other during the gym sessions together

He helped you with the exercise stuffs

He even protected you from some creeps who tried to look at your butt when you were doing squats

He quickly became your friend and started hanging out with you

Late night movies stays at your apartment

Hot messy make outs

Hot coffee during midnight at your balcony while listening him to a sing a song for you

He became your boy next door

But you still didn't confessed yet

You git fed up from his no strings attached rule rule just shouted at him

"Can't you see how much I love you! What about my feelings huh? Why do I have to hear about her?"

And he just scoffed and left.

While you cried

"I wish you could love the way you love her"

Hyunjin

Hopeless romantic

"Been a hopeless romantic all my life now I am starting to love just return my feelings please"

He was a hopeless romantic

Him being an idol when he saw you at the Versace fashion week he fell over heels for you.

Gave you flowers got your number from your manger

Texted you every morning

Even attended all your famous shows between his busy schedule he traveled just for you.

But you still could not return his feelings.

"I am sorry hyunjin I can't love you"

#stray kids #stray kids ff #straykids x you #skz #skz imagines #skz stay #straykids angst #straykids fanfic #straykids fluff #bang chan #bang chan x reader #bang chan x you #bang chan x y/n #lee minho #skz minho #stray kids minho #minho x reader #minho x you #minho x y/n #lee know #lee know x reader #lee know x you #lee know x y/n #changbin x reader #changbin x you #changbin x y/n #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x y/n #hyunjin x you #angst

[arctickat2400]

I Trust You ~ Eddie Munson

Waking to the sound of the rain pouring down on the gravel outside the trailer, you smile as you turn towards Eddie. You admire his features, his messy morning hair that you love all the same. He begins to stir and you hope for rainy morning cuddles.

“Morning, baby,” You smile as his eyes flicker open. Eddie meets your beautiful (e/c) eyes, and can’t help but smile, turning his head to hide his cheeky smirk in his pillow. You can’t help but giggle.

Eddie finally looks back at you, your favorite lips smiling up at you. You find his eyes traveling down your body, but just as he takes in the sight of your belly, his smile fades, yours doing the same shortly after. Eddie turns around and lifts himself off the bed, disappearing out of the room.

You huff in annoyance. This has been happening way too much lately, and you have no idea why. You have your suspicions, which just makes you more depressed than you already are. You are five months pregnant, and you swear the bigger you get, the more unattractive you are to him. You’ve tried to talk to him about it, but he always just brushes off the subject, and you can hardly get a word in.

You stand from the bed, with a bit of difficulty. It’s been getting harder to do certain things lately, and it doesn’t help that Eddie’s not around to help. Walking into the bathroom, you take a short shower and get ready for the day. You’ve decided that you’d go to Family Video to grab a movie. Rainy days and movies are the best, well besides rainy days and reading, but when you have hardly any energy or motivation, it’s hard to do things like that. So, you opt for the next best thing.

You walk past Eddie in the kitchen making some coffee and grabbing a little something for breakfast. You tell him that you’re going out and he hums softly in acknowledgement. Rolling your eyes, you walk outside and to your car, making your way to Family Video.

“Hey, Steve,” You greet your friend at the front desk as you make your way to the romance section.

“Hey, Y/N/N, how’s it going?” Steve responds with a sweet smile. Steve’s like a brother to you, always been there for you.

“Eh, it’s going. Just trying to relax for the day. Any suggestions?” You question, gesturing to the selection of movies in front of you.

“Well, knowing you, you probably wouldn’t like my preferences. Ya know, action, sex, etc. Not you,” Steve laughs, pulling one from you.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” You say, looking back down at the movies, shuffling through the options. Steve could tell something was going on with you. He has his theories also, but decides not to ask. He knew you would come to him if need be.

Just then, Robin comes tripping out of the back with a big box of movies and snacks.

“Thanks for the help, dingus. We had a whole shipment come in. Just lazing around up here.” Robin complains. Steve curses under his breath as he runs towards the back. That’s when Robin notices you, smiling and making her way to you.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Robin hugs you from the side.

“Not feeling very gorgeous lately.” You mutter under your breath, still grazing through the DVDs.

“What’re you talking about? You okay? What’s going on?” Robin piles on the questions.

“I don’t know. It’s just, Eddie hasn’t been paying me much attention. He can hardly even look at me, let alone be around me. I feel like ever since I became pregnant, he’s finding me less and less attractive. I feel like he’s losing interest and he’s gonna leave me and I don’t know what to do,” You start to panic.

“Hey, now you know that’s not true. There has to be a reasonable explanation. He’ll come around.” Robin assures you.

“Yeah, I hope so.” You say as you pick out a movie. Robin brings you to the counter and rings you up. You say goodbye, yelling goodbye to Steve in the back just as he stumbles through the door.

“See ya, Y/N,” He shouts as you make your way out the door and to your car.

Shortly, you get back to the trailer to see Eddie and the band congregating in the living room, discussing their next locations and sets. Everyone turns around when they hear the door close behind them, greeting you with hi’s and hello’s. You smile and greet them yourself, but the only one who doesn’t greet you is your own boyfriend. Usually when Eddie had company over, he would keep talking about whatever he was telling everyone, but he would smile at you with open arms, inviting you to sit on his lap, kissing your cheek before continuing his discussion.

But not today, and not for the past few months either. Now, he won’t even mumble a hello, let alone flash a smile your way, just continue talking. And you’ve had enough. You can’t take it anymore. You rush to the bedroom and slam the door shut.

Little do you know that Eddie had been staring after you, watching you walk away with a longing expression on his face. And his heart breaks when he hears the door slam and everyone turns toward the door.

“I think this meeting can wait til later…” Gareth states uncomfortably as he and his other bandmates begin packing up their stuff.

Just as everyone leaves, Eddie strolls towards the bedroom door, and just before he is about to knock, the phone rings. Bunching his hand into a fist, he stalks over to the phone and picks it up.

“Hel…” He can’t even finish his greeting before the person on the other line shouts in his ear.

“Edward Munson, what is wrong with you?!” This confuses Eddie more than Y/N’s random mood swings. “How could you treat Y/N this way? She’s going through a lot right now and you can’t have the decency to comfort your own girlfriend? Just ignoring her? What the hell is wrong with you?” It takes him a second, but he realizes it’s Robin on the other line as soon as her voice lowers just the slightest bit.

“Robin, I…” He was once again interrupted.

“She thinks you don’t love her anymore. She thinks you’re gonna leave her. She’s tried talking to you so many times but you don’t give her the time of day.” Robin continues. Eddie’s eyes widened. You think he doesn’t love you anymore? That can’t be further from the truth.

“Oh gosh, Robin. I messed up. I’m gonna go talk to her.” Before she could even answer, Eddie hangs up the phone and rushes to the bedroom.

“Y/N, my love,” Eddie calls to you softly, opening the door to see you curled up in bed. You quickly close your eyes, but know it’s too late; he’s already seen you. “Baby, I know you’re awake. I need to talk to you.” Eddie admits, walking to the bed and kneeling down in front of you. But just like he would give you the silent treatment, you would do the same. You turn around as swiftly as you can, which isn’t very fast, facing away from him.

“Aww, baby, don’t be like that. I know I messed up. I know I hurt you, and I hate that I did. I didn’t mean to. Just, please, let me explain…” He’s interrupted once again as you whip around towards him. And it’s at that moment that he realizes that you’re wearing his Hellfire shirt. His eyes go wide once again and his brain is on fire. He wants so much to just take you right here, right now after seeing your belly in his shirt, but he knows he can’t. He tries to control his eager tendencies the best he can.

“Explain? Explain what, Eddie? That you can’t take one look at me without wincing and pulling away? That you can hardly speak to me, let alone touch me? Is this really so bad?” You gesture to yourself, to your protruding belly, tears spilling down your face. .

“No, baby, no. You’ve got it all wrong,” Eddie starts, standing before sitting beside you, taking your hand in his. You want so much to pull away in anger, but you feel like you haven’t felt his hand, his touch, in forever, and you miss it. So, you don’t pull away.

“Kitten, you are so beautiful. Just by looking at you drives me wild. I’m just scared to hurt you,” Eddie turns his face down towards his lap, fiddling his thumbs.

“What?” Your eyes soften as his confession, confused and worried at the same time.

“Ever since you told me you’re pregnant, I’ve been so scared that I won’t be a good father because I never had one of my own. Even more so, I’ve been scared that I’d hurt you. I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you or the baby, and just by looking at you makes me want to…” But, he can’t finish his explanation when your lips land on his.

“My love, you have nothing to worry about.” You begin, your hands placed on either side of his face as you look him in the eye. “I know you’d never hurt me. You told me that from the start and I trust you more than anyone in the whole world. And I know you’ll be the best father you can be. This child will be so spoiled and loved by you, he’s not gonna know what’s coming. There’s nothing to be afraid of. Just know that whatever happens, I will always love you and nothing’s going to change that.” You finish and Eddie nods in your hands.

“I love you, too, princess, so much.” At his confession, you bring his lips back to yours, his hands coming up to your sides as he brushes his thumbs over your bump. You’ve missed him so much, just being around him, his touch, the feeling of his hands on you, just everything about him.

You lift onto your knees to get a better angle, deepening the kiss. But once Eddie figures out what you’re trying to do, he pulls away slightly, placing his forehead against yours.

“It’s okay, baby. You won’t hurt me. I trust you.” You reassure him. Eddie’s still unsure, but the minute his eyes open and he sees your eyes looking into his and his eyes travel down your body and lock in on your belly, all worry goes out the window. He connects his lips with yours again, and with his hands on your back, he lays you down on the bed gently, hovering over you, removing his shirt.

Eddie holds himself above you while placing his hand on your belly. Looking down with a smile of adoration at the most beautiful woman in his arms, he begins to place kisses on your body. He starts on your neck and continues down. He lifts his shirt from over your belly, and once seeing your bare bump, his mind goes crazy. He lifts his shirt the rest of the way, revealing your growing breasts. Placing his lips in the valley, Eddie switches between each breast, drawing a moan from you each time he sucks on one of your nipples. He gently squeezes the other in his hand as you push your chest up towards him, begging for more. He moves to the other, observing the way you squirm under his touch.

Finally, Eddie moves lower, attaching his lips to the top of your belly, placing his hands on either side. You crane your neck to look down at him, only for him to already be staring at you adoringly, astounded at how such a gorgeous woman could be laying here half naked in his arms and find herself lucky when he’s the luckiest guy in the world to have such a stunning person to love and care for.

Eddie continues to place soft kisses around your belly. “So… beautiful… I… love… you… so… much…” Eddie whispers each word between each kiss.

He soon comes back up, placing one last kiss to your lips before laying down beside you, holding you against him. Eddie rubs his hand over your belly, reveling in the feeling of having you back in his arms and not having to be afraid of what could happen next.

“I told you, love, that you wouldn’t…” It was you that was interrupted this time, but not by Eddie. Just then, there’s a sudden pressure against your belly, making you gasp. You lock eyes with Eddie and you know he felt it too. You wait to see if you would feel it again, thinking about what it could have been, and, sure enough, it happens again. Your baby kicked, and for the first time.

You smile up at Eddie, him returning your favorite smile before he stares down astonishingly at your belly. Tears stream down your cheeks again, happy tears, as Eddie bends down to place a kiss to where your baby kicked. Once feeling their father’s warmth, they kick again, making you let out a laugh. Eddie jumps up to be closer to your belly as you reposition on your back to give him a better view.

It can’t get better than this, Eddie thought. How could he have stayed away this long? He questioned himself. He hates that he felt he couldn’t talk to you or be near you, when all this time, he could with your assurance and help. Now, there’s no chance of him leaving your side. He can’t leave his babies. He’s too in love and obsessed to even think of such a thing.

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#fluff #angst #eddie munson #stranger things #Steve Harrington #Robin Buckley #stranger things imagines #Eddie munson imagines #Eddie Munson x reader

[dandylovesturtles]

TMNT AU Propaganda whooo

Hello, I'm back again. With fic this time.

I bingeread all of Call Me Here (I Will Appear) by @callmehere-iwillappear a little while back and it's so good! So heartbreaking but so heartwarming at the same time! And with both IMBI and CMH both being in the @tmntaucompetition we decided they are ghost buddies, and then they drew this adorable artwork and I had to write a little something because listen I need good things to happen to both of these boys.

So here you go! And please vote for both I May Be Invisible and Call Me Here in the TMNT AU polls tomorrow!

(And also 2 Arms Left, those boys aren't really in this fic but listen if you vote for both IMBI and 2AL then Ell and I will face off in the next round please it's so funny-)

cough ANYWAY HERE'S THE DRABBLE OK BYE (spoilers for both fics within)

Was getting abruptly kidnapped to an interdimensional sports tournament the weirdest thing that had ever happened to them? Hard to say, but it was certainly a surprise anyway. Right in the middle of Leo's very dramatic catatonia arc, too...

The place is a madhouse. There's so many different versions of himself and his brothers, some of them older, some of them missing limbs, and some of them from different universes entirely. There's cheerleading. There's fighting. There's an older Michelangelo giving all the visible Leos bats for some reason.

Leo guesses he shouldn't be too disappointed that even in this crowd, only his own specific brothers can interact with him; he hasn't had dramatic life-saving encounters with any of these other people, after all. He keeps getting walked through, talked over, and he can't very well take part in the actual basketball playing.

But it's fine! He can vibe! He's so cool with vibing. His brothers seem to be enjoying themselves, after all, and Pizza Supreme knows after the weeks they've been having they deserve something fun and... probably not life-threatening (he's still eying those bats, though). So he can just... watch. Spectate.

So fun.

He's standing by while Raph chats with a whole group of assorted Raphs, surveying the diverse crowd when it happens.

His eyes lock with another Leo's.

The other Leo seems just as startled as he is to be seen - his mouth pops open in surprise, posture going stiff in a mirror of Leo's own reaction. Other than that, there's no immediate signs; he's not see-through, or floating, or anything else one might expect. The only immediate difference he can see is that the three clones of his brothers standing near the other Leo are all wearing their own version of Donnie's goggles.

And yet, he still knows.

"Hey, I'm going over there for a sec," he says over his shoulder to Raph.

"What? Hey, don't wander off!"

"It's fine, big guy, I'll stay in range."

He trots off across the court, not bothering to dodge anyone who steps in his path. The other Leo and his group aren't too far away, and once he gets there, the two of them look each other up and down, like wary dogs unsure about entering another's space.

He gives the other Leo a very serious look, which is mirrored back to him.

And the other Leo starts them off.

"What's a ghost's favorite fruit?"

"Booberries. What's a ghost's favorite car?"

"A Boo-gatti. Why don't ghosts go out in the rain?"

It dampens their spirits. What-"

"Who are you talking to?" the other Donnie asks, turning their way. He has his goggles pulled down. Leo gives him a wave, but he doesn't seem to notice.

"Just another Leo," says the other Leo, before turning back to him. "You can't be seen by the goggles?"

"Nope. That hasn't worked for us."

"But I saw you say something to your Raph."

"Yeah! Raph can hear me, Mikey can see me, and Donnie can touch me."

"Huh. Sounds inconvenient!"

"Oh, it is." Leo shrugs. "Curses, man, what can you do?"

Something quick passes over the other Leo's face; he only notices because it's so like his own. "You were cursed?"

"Yep! Some bad guy thought it would be a good way to get rid of me. You?"

The other Leo's smile droops only slightly. "...Do you know about the Prison Dimension?"

Leo's own smile drops, and he hunches in on himself, which just makes the other Leo's grin slip further. It hurts; he was there, for real, and again too recently in his mind, and now he can say this with certainty, with clarity:

No Leo deserved that.

But this Leo, who has persisted after death, who's with his family now... even if it's a tragedy, Leo can admire that. And they can see him - they can apparently hear him, and Leo knows from experience that that's everything.

(And still not quite enough.)

"...That sucks," he says, because what else do you say?

The other Leo shrugs, looking a little self-conscious. "It's not too bad. Donnie's making me a body."

"Oh, that'll be sweet." Leo picks his grin back up. "Wait, can you actually touch stuff? Are you going to haunt a robot?"

"I can if I focus." He looks smug. "It takes practice, but I'm getting better."

"Whoa, nice. I can't touch anything other than Donnie. Can't float or anything, either."

"Me either!" The other Leo throws his arms up dramatically. "What a ripoff, right?"

Leo matches the movement. "That's what I've been saying!"

"Man. It's nice to finally talk to someone who understands."

"Heh, same here," says Leo. He reaches out to give the other Leo a friendly pat on the shoulder.

He expects his hand to just pass through. He doesn't expect it to connect.

It's not really feeling, not like when he touches Donnie. It's more like when he touches his own body - his hand stops moving through the air, but he's not getting any tactile sensation from it.

He doubts the other Leo can really feel it either, but the way his eyes latch on the point of contact tells Leo everything he needs to know.

He doesn't hesitate, just wraps his arm around the other Leo and pulls him in for a hug. He doesn't resist, just puts his own arms around Leo, and he can't feel it but he's pretty sure he's holding tight.

He doesn't ask how long it's been since he's been hugged; he feels like he doesn't have to.

They stay that way almost a minute (and he's glad for their reputation as Leos that no one can see them), before the other Leo pulls back. His eyes are glassy and his smile wavering, but it's real and it's there, and Leo can't help but smile back.

He decides to save them before this gets too mushy.

"Hey, you said you can touch things, right?"

"If I focus."

"Well!" Leo moves so his arm is draped around the other Leo's shoulders, walking him toward one of the goals. "Get ready to focus on making sick dunks."

Instantly, the other Leo's eyes light up with delight. "Ooooh ho ho ho yes. We are going to freak some people out!"

He offers his fist, and Leo gleefully bumps it.

#dandy fanfiction #fic: i may be invisible but i still look good #call me here (i will appear) #tmnt au competition #my fanfic #once again I didn't proofread this #so I'm sorry for any mistakes #;asdkf;asd why am I posting this so late OH WELL

[drvirgus]

The Idol who cant Smile

Minji X Fem! Reader

Description: You are the oldest Member of New Jeans, but Fans Never saw you Smile once. Why don't you Smile? Who's the Person that can bring back a smile to your Face?

Chapter 5:

With a smile, the nurse greeted me. He had just brought a new oxygen tank and was rolling it past me. The taller man looked at me, "You're back. He seems to be doing better today than a few days ago. The fever has dropped dramatically and is within the normal range. If you'd like, you can go to him. He's in the garden," the nurse said with a smile.

Understanding, I nodded and thanked the older man. Shortly after, I made my way to the garden. I spotted him from a distance. He was sitting in his wheelchair, his hands on his thighs, his gaze fixed on the sunflowers. Nervously, I took several deep breaths.

"Hey, Dad," I said as I approached him, but I also kept some distance. He turned his head toward me and then looked back at the flowers. As he had done so many times before, he remained silent. He just didn't talk to me. I didn't know what was better... Him not speaking to me? Or him cursing me?

"I heard your fever has gone down," I said. But it was futile. It was as if I were talking to a wall. Sighing, I sat down on the garden bench. His eyes, however, remained fixed on the sunflowers in front of him. I, too, looked at the flowers. My mother's favorite flowers...

He had loved my mother with all his heart... What would it be like if he loved me too? What kind of feeling would that be?

I swallowed and stayed quiet. Painful minutes passed during which we simply stared at each other in silence. I licked my lips, "If there's anything you need, Dad. I can get it for you. You just have to say it," I finally spoke after what felt like an eternity. My elderly father looked at me. His gaze stern and twisted. As usual, he didn't answer and looked at the flowers again.

My chest always felt so heavy when I was here. It felt... hopeless. He would never love me. No matter what I did. No matter if I got good grades. No matter if I became rich. No matter if I became famous. Nothing could make him look at me even once. Even when I was sick or got drunk on purpose... He never worried about me. No wonder... I wasn't meant to live for him.

After several minutes, the nurse came into the garden. He looked at me with pity and gave me an encouraging smile. After a brief explanation, he wheeled my father into the bedroom. It seemed it was time for medication and a nap. I headed to the door and put on my shoes there.

"Y/N," I heard, and I turned to the nurse. He smiled politely and handed me a bag, "Good luck with your comeback and belated congratulations," he said with a smile. Surprised, my eyes widened. I bowed to the taller man, "Thank you," I replied and said goodbye to him.

Several years had passed since he started taking care of my father. Of course, he had to sign a confidentiality agreement. I didn't want... anyone to know about my father. It would only stress him out even more...

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I entered the studio and placed the cake in the fridge. Then I headed to the sound studio. Minji seemed to be in the middle of recording her part. So, I patiently waited outside the door. Naturally, I took my phone out of my pocket and scrolled through Instagram and TikTok.

My eyebrows raised in surprise. I blinked several times as I noticed a hashtag that involved my name and Yuna's name. I clicked on it and was instantly presented with thousands of videos. I clicked on the most popular ones. My gaze fixed on one video.

The first video showed Yuna and Hyein as MCs at the Jamboree concert. Since it was raining, Yuna seemed to have mistaken our group for hers. Minji and Yuna had a short interaction, both of them started laughing. Yuna's eyes then fell on me. I chuckled, which made Yuna shyly approach me.

The video ended there, but no one knew that Yuna was actually asking me if I had seen Yeji, Ryujin, or Chaeryeong. Unfortunately, Lia wasn't there that day. I smiled and continued scrolling. I came across a similar video where it showed me helping Yuna find the others, and we briefly hugged.

After that, there were several videos of Yuna talking about the interaction with Minji and me in a live session.

The door opened, and I looked up. Minji saw me sitting on the floor and chuckled. She extended her hand, which I accepted. She helped me to my feet and looked at me. I quickly put my phone in my pocket.

"Thank you," I said softly. Minji looked at me for a while. She nodded her head, "Are you okay? You... were gone this morning even before breakfast," the younger girl said, her forehead furrowing in concern as she scrutinized me. I looked up at the taller woman and simply nodded my head, "I should head inside now," I said after a short pause. Minji nodded and watched me as I went into the sound studio.

Inside, I warmed up my voice and then started singing. My eyes were on the sheet music. I needed multiple takes, sometimes emphasizing certain letters more, while barely emphasizing others. It took a while until I was done. After bowing and thanking everyone, I left the room.

Minji was sitting on the floor, while Danielle tried to scare me. I looked at Danielle, raising an amused eyebrow, "We need to work on that. I'll show you how to do it properly next time," I said, and immediately Danielle shook her head nervously. She almost begged for forgiveness. It made me laugh again, but I covered my mouth as usual.

Danielle went inside eventually, and now I looked at Minji. My eyebrows lifted, "What are you still doing here?" I asked, clearly surprised by her presence. She licked her lips and stood up. Her gaze fixed on me. Nervously, I looked away from her. To be honest... Ever since she and Yeji kissed... I could hardly bring myself to look her in the eyes.

"You haven't eaten yet," the younger girl said. I looked at her and hesitated slightly. I blinked a few times. Nervously, I said, "We have to dance now." But Minji sighed. She looked at me for a while. Her eyes narrowed, "Why... do you never listen to me?" she asked, visibly annoyed as she ran a hand over her face.

I looked at her. Confused, my face twisted at her behavior. Minji looked at me. She sighed and gestured for me to go ahead. I did what she asked and entered the dance studio. Inside, Hanni, Haerin, and Hyein were already there. All three were sitting in a circle, discussing something.

I joined them immediately. The three younger girls all looked at me. Suddenly, Hanni grinned widely and nudged me with her elbow. I looked at her, "So, what's exactly going on between you and Yuna sunbae?" she asked, and almost instantly, my eyes widened in surprise. I looked at the younger girl, puzzled.

"Come on, Unnie. Tell us," Hyein pleaded, immediately putting on her puppy eyes. Meanwhile, Haerin was just staring at me again. I noticed my head tilting to the side, "There's nothing going on. But she's cute, I can't deny that," I answered truthfully, and immediately, Hyein squealed in excitement.

Hanni looked at me for a while, "So, you wouldn't mind dating someone younger?" she asked with evident interest. I looked at her and shook my head. Hanni nodded and grinned knowingly. She then turned her attention to Minji, raising her eyebrows, "What about you?" she asked, her tone carrying a certain undertone.

Minji, who had been typing something on her phone, finally looked up. Her eyes briefly met mine before shifting to Hanni, "I prefer older," Minji replied casually, which made Hanni smile knowingly. However, Hyein stared at Minji with her mouth open, gasping dramatically, "Oh my God. So, you have a crush on Yeji Sunbae?" the youngest of us blurted out, even covering her mouth with her hand.

Hanni sighed in annoyance at that, but I was more interested in Minji's response. That could explain why Minji was so aggressive during the kiss. Minji looked at me and then at Hyein, "No," she answered rather seriously, her jaw tensing, "But enough chit-chat. Let's get started. Danielle should be done with her recording soon," Minji immediately changed the subject, standing up.

I nodded and got up as well. I placed my phone on one of the benches. Haerin did the same with hers, "Minji's in a bad mood," she sighed. I looked at the younger girl, surprised by her observation. She sighed again and got into position. However, I couldn't help but look at Minji.

She... was in a bad mood? Is that why she seemed frustrated today? But what caused her bad mood?

As the music of ETA started playing, we got into position. We began memorizing the choreography, dancing and dancing. Even Danielle joined us without questioning anything. It took a few minutes until one of our managers entered with several bags in hand.

We immediately stopped dancing. Minji had ordered food for all of us, unbeknownst to the rest of us. We were all sweaty and out of breath, but we sat in a circle and started eating the ordered food. Minji's eyes followed my every move. I found myself looking at her repeatedly.

I bit the inside of my cheek slightly. I wanted to talk to her, but... if I did, I wouldn't even know what to say. I... just wanted to talk to her. About anything...

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My eyes turned to Minji. We were doing a live session to celebrate Minji's birthday. There was a cake in front of her, and we all wore party hats on our heads. I sat right next to Minji. Our thighs were touching, but it didn't bother me. I lit the candles and immediately, we all started singing the birthday song.

Minji smiled as she blew out the candles. We all clapped our hands and looked at the birthday girl as she gave a short speech to our fans. My face relaxed completely as I saw her smile so widely. My eyes were fixed on Minji, only on her. After a while, Minji turned her head to me. We looked at each other for a while.

Then Minji began to smile, and I could feel her thigh pressing more against mine. But then she looked away. Nervously, I swallowed. God... I couldn't look away now. Minji... was too beautiful.

After we all had a piece of cake and talked with each other and the Bunnies for a while, the camera was finally turned off. My gaze returned to Minji as she immediately approached me. She grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my feet. I looked at her with wide eyes, surprised by her action.

"I need to talk to you," the younger girl said. The other four of us looked at them with curiosity. Everyone stopped their conversation and turned to us. Haerin stared, Hyein looked confused, Hanni seemed excited, while Danielle simply glanced between us. I nodded my head, and we then went into Minji's room. She closed the door and turned to me.

"Stop looking at me like that. Not in front of the camera," Minji said. Her eyes scanned my entire face, which now twisted in confusion. I blinked, perplexed, "How do I look?" I asked, making Minji sigh. She swallowed and just stared at me. Her lips parted as she took a step closer.

"Y/N," she breathed out, her eyes locked onto mine, "Why... do you confuse me so much?" she asked softly. Her hands landed on my hips as she maintained eye contact. I swallowed as she moved even closer. I looked up at the taller woman.

I'm the one confusing her? Quite the opposite. She's the one confusing me. Why... does she keep looking at me like that? Why do I have this urge to get closer to her?

I heard Minji let out a soft breath. She looked somewhat amused now. She kept getting closer, causing my heart to race wildly. I swallowed, and my eyes widened. As her lips almost brushed mine, I took a few steps back abruptly. Minji's eyes widened.

I felt my entire face flush. Minji looked at me, slightly shocked. But what exactly shocked her? The attempt to kiss me? Or the fact that I backed away from the kiss?

"I-I'm sorry," Minji started, but I couldn't control myself anymore. Panic was written all over my face as I hastily left Minji's room.

Fuck... I didn't want to leave... but my body acted on its own...

#newjeans #newjeans minji #danielle #newjeans x reader #haerin #newjeans hanni #newjeans hyein #hanni pham #minji x reader

[chaos-is-beautifvl]

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 - 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: in which the stupidest of stupidities is two oblivious people who think they’re not good enough for the other

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𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: sadly, i couldn’t put this out on blasty boy’s birthday. i really tried but graduation is coming, which means final grades are due soon. so, i had prioritize academics over my favorite feral boy. (sorry bakugou) anyhow, here’s a little preview of morosis. i've had this sitting in my drafts for quite a while, but i decided now was a great time to finish it. hope you all enjoy this little snippet! i’m hoping to get this out in the next day or so, but it will for sure be posted this week! currently taking requests, check here for details! click here for my writing!

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The ground was slippery as you jogged to shelter, attempting to avoid falling and injuring yourself. By the time you’d returned, the rain had soaked through your clothes, and you felt an impending cold. Sniffles could be heard as you trudged to the elevators.

You clutched onto your backpack, thankful that it was waterproof unlike the rest of your body. You’d hate it if your notes were ruined.

You must have been dozing off while waiting for the elevator to open because a thunk came to your forehead. Your eyes shot open, blearily taking in Katsuki standing before you, red eyes staring in what looked like discontent. You opened your mouth to speak when he shook his head, mumbling “idiot” under his breath.

You didn’t reply, only looking at him. “Hey, dumbass, the hell are you staring at?” Your eyes widened in surprise as you quickly averted your gaze, embarrassed at him having to call you out.

“Sorry, Bakugou,” you said sheepishly. “I’m just tired.”

“And wet.”

Your mind went straight to the gutter, and you cursed yourself when the blond raised an eyebrow at your non-response response. The corner of Katsuki’s mouth twitched slightly when he noticed your mild panicked expression. “‘m talking about your clothes, dummy. Don’t go thinking weird shit.”

“Sorry…” you mumbled, suddenly remembering why you were apologizing in the first place. You looked down at your clothes. “Right, thanks for pointing it out.”

For some reason, the air felt awkward. You weren’t sure why you felt so nervous as you stood next to him, wondering what was taking the elevator so long.

Today couldn’t be more shitty. Not only had you forgotten your umbrella, leaving you soaked, but now you were standing next to the guy you just embarrassed yourself in front of (you'd been also harboring feelings for him the past few months, but that’s irrelevant). First, you ignored him. Second, you stared at him in a weird daze that probably creeped him out. And third, you misinterpreted his simple observation into something dirty.

It felt like you were inconveniencing the blond. All Katsuki wanted was to get on the elevator, and there you were, staring at him in a daze. Now, he was boring holes into you, and you couldn’t wait to shower and overthink this entire interaction.

The elevator doors opened with a ding, and out came Mineta and Kaminari, whispering to each other about something you were sure you didn’t want to know about. They were so engrossed in their conversation that they hadn’t even noticed you and Bakugou waiting, resulting in them bumping into you two.

You didn’t have time to catch yourself as your still-slippery shoes slid against the floor, causing you to fall. Well, almost. You were already bracing yourself for the impact when you realized that, yes, you were against something firm, but the firm object was also warm.

You opened your squeezed-shut eyes, slowly blinking as you realized you hadn’t hit the floor, which would have been the cherry on top of the horrible afternoon you had so far. Instead, someone’s arm was keeping you steady. While you were initially grateful, it only took one second to recognize who the arm belonged to, and you were immensely embarrassed.

You jumped like a cat touching water. Wrong move. It seemed that you kept forgetting that you were wet, which included your shoes. You almost slipped again - no, correction: you did slip again, but you were also caught again. You weren’t sure what was more mortifying, the fact that you were acting like a klutz or the fact that Katsuki was holding you tight to his chest, preventing you from moving.

“Stop moving, dammit. You’re gonna fall or some shit.” Katsuki’s voice was gruff in your ear, and it was then that you realized how close you two were. Your initial reaction was to run away, but after your previous two attempts at simply moving your body, you didn’t think that was wise. Besides, being held by Katsuki was something both unexpected and highly appreciated.

His warm body was slowly removing the chill that had settled over yours. But when you registered his mouth so close to you, goosebumps speckled your skin. “You good to stand, or you gonna fall again?”

Your response was a nod because you truly did not trust your mouth to not further embarrass you. Katsuki’s arms left you, but not before he righted you on your feet, hands lingering on your waist to stabilize you.

You two held eye contact as he ducked his head to ensure that you were actually alright with a quirk of his brow. You could feel the heat emanating from your cheeks, and you were so glad that he wasn’t holding you so close to him as he was before.

His vermillion eyes pierced into yours, and you began to realize just how rich their color was. You hadn’t noticed how entrancing they were until you heard the most obnoxious non-whispering.

“Oh my god, this is exactly like the movies, Kaminari. They’re totally gonna make out right now.”

The purple-headed pervert was too busy mumbling inappropriate comments to himself to see an angry blond finally stepping away from you and walking his way. “And we get front-row seats. I wonder if they’re gonna have sex-”

Before Mineta could finish this piercing, a hand smacked him on the head, leaving him wailing. Katsuki leaned down, practically squatting to reach the boy’s height. “Wanna say that pervy shit again, hah?!”

“B-Bakugou, let’s calm down, shall we?” A nervous Kaminari stuttered out. He froze when Katsuki’s harsh glare turned to him. “You know what, never mind. Go- go ahead.”

Katsuki redirected his angry and annoyed attention back to Mineta, who was quivering and shaking like he feared for his life. With the murderous look on the blond’s face, Mineta had every right to feel that way.

Before Katsuki could teach the class pervert a well-deserved lesson, a yell came from the opening elevator doors. In the time you and Katsuki waited for the elevator and were now, unfortunately, dealing with Kaminari and Mineta, more people had loaded onto the elevator and joined your little party.

Iida immediately took notice of the situation and intervened in his class-president fashion. “Bakugou, while I’m sure you believe enacting justice will rid Mineta here of his inappropriate actions, you mustn’t resort to such violence!”

Upon having an audience and a decreasing tolerance, Katsuki grunted, releasing his tight grip on the boy, who rushed to safety far away from the blonde, who then rolled his eyes.

“You say some weird shit like that again, and I’ll kill you. Got it, pipsqueak?!”

“Language!” Iida shouted, waving his arm around like he was directing traffic.

All the yelling and commotion was far too much on your tired and overworked body. You heaved a sigh as Iida reprimanded Katsuki and Mineta, then himself as he was too loud. Unbeknownst to you, Katsuki had noticed your despair, prompting him to grab your hand and shove past the group.

Before Iida could voice his grievances about Katsuki’s apparent rudeness, the blond smashed the elevator’s button closed. You blinked slowly at all of the action that just took place.

The elevator hadn’t even moved when you remembered that Katsuki was still holding your hand. As warmth dispersed throughout your body, you had one thought.

This is gonna be one long ride…

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#bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo fanfiction #chaos-is-beautifvl #chaos.writes 🖋 #chaos.wips 🖋 #bakugo x fem!reader #bakugou katuski x reader

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Purple Rain: Eddie Munson

Stranger Things Masterlist

word count: 530

Request:  Hi there, I am in love with your angst writing and was wondering if you could do a one shot where Eddie rushes to save his other friend/Chrissy from Vecna before the reader and (after the party has saved them) just how they react

I never meant to cause you any sorrow

I never meant to cause you any pain

I only wanted one time to see you laughing

I only want to see you laughing in the purple rain

You were in shock when you finally woke up from Venca's curse and saw Steve and Robin sitting next to you looking worried instead of your boyfriend which confused you. You pulled your headphones off as purple rain kept playing and as if your friends knew what you were thinking, they moved to the side where you saw Eddie holding Chrissy.

"I...I...I don't understand why did he save her and not me? I'm his girlfriend." You said on the verge of tears.

"I didn't understand either we told him we could get Chrissy back as long as he told us her favorite song but he insisted on us helping you and him helping her." Robin said sadly wrapping her arms around you.

You sat there watching how he checked over her injuries and made she was okay and made her laugh and it felt like you were invisible like it didn't matter if you survived Venca or not.

"Come on let's get you home." Steve said helping you up off the ground as Robin grabbed your things.

You three were walking back to Steve's car when someone tug on your arm and make you turn around and see your so-called boyfriend looking at you worried. You looked at Steve and Robin who said they give you some space as they asked Chrissy to come with them so you two could talk.

"Were you just gonna leave without telling me? I was worried about you." He said making you scoff.

"Yeah sure seemed like it. That's why you choose to save Chrissy over me your girlfriend." You said rolling your eyes.

"Sweetheart..." He started to say.

"Don't you even date start that sweetheart nonsense. I was worried about not getting back to you or them but you weren't even there. I was so confused and hurt when I came to and saw Steve and Robin instead of you the person who's supposed to love me and care me if I die or not but I guess that isn't the case anymore." You said turning on your heel and leaving him standing there to think about his actions.

"Sweetheart please..." He said grabbing your arm.

"Eddie do you understand I could've died and I'm not saying Chrissy deserves to die but you could let Steven and Robin help her...You were the only thing I focused on while trapped in there and then when I woke up and you weren't there....hurt a lot." You said while the tears leaked down your face before leaving Eddie standing there to think about what he did.

"Can we go home now?" You asked Steve who nodded his head at you.

"Hey, I had no idea that he was going to save me first......and I'm sorry for that he did that I know I would've wanted my boyfriend to be there when I woke up." Chrissy said as you nodded your head at her whispering thank you as you climbed into Steve's car.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader

[kittievampire]

Hey I just discovered your blog and I love your writing! I was wondering if I could request some HCs of the demon bros reacting to a MC who rescued two kittens that started off chill and cute but as the little guys got comfortable in the house of lamentation they start being chaotic and doing rowdy kitten stuff. Thank you so much and I hope you have a stellar day! ✨️

As a cat-owner, I have a lot to say about this.

My cat's a bitch, too, so this'll be fun 😤

Lemme see what I have in my bag, my dear~

Click here if ya wanna request!

Cat Chaos

Warnings: Cursing, Cats being cats, MC being a crackhead cat-parent, GN! MC

Enjoy.

You found the two little guys on the side of the road during a very stormy night in the Devildom. You were walking home, coat over your head to shield you from the merciless downpour, when you heard faint meows and yaps from an alley. You turned your head, noticing a box, dirty and wet. The cardboard barely kept its shape under the pressure of the heavy rain, and you could see a single pair of fuzzy ears poking out of the opening at the top.

You walked forward, pulling open the two flaps at the top to reveal two kittens, cold and shaking, meowing at you.

Seeing that the box was rendered useless now, you covered the kittens in your coat, banging at the door of the House of Lamentation. "Come on, come on," You whispered to yourself, not wanting to get any more drenched than you already were. The door swung open, Lucifer standing before you with a stern expression on his face. "MC, why are you—" You stepped forward, almost pressed against him. "Please let me inside, it's pouring!"

You and Lucifer had a conversation about the animals, and eventually, he sighed, pinched his brows together, and reluctantly said "Yes."

The cats were so cute. Everyone in the house was quite fond of the animals.

That was until chaos began to ensue.

Lucifer

Absolutely fucking irritated.

The thing about Lucifer is he was a dog person.

That's it.

He only dealt with Cerberus because he wouldn't be much of a fuss to take care of.

Cats on the other hand?

Since the incident with Satan summoning multiple cats, he had a special distaste for the creatures.

One morning, he found a turd in the kitchen. Not very happy.

Lucifer immediately went to your room and knocked on the door. The moment you opened it, the two plausible culprits jumped off of your bed and meowed at him.

"MC," He sighed out, making you shoot up from your bed. "Shit, am I late?" You ask, still half-asleep.

You pushed the covers off of you in a sleepy panic, making him shake his head and hold out a hand of reassurance. "No, you're not late, it's still quite early in the morning. I just... Wanted to let you know that..." He looked into your sleepy doe eyes and felt one of the kittens brush up against his leg.

Lucifer suppressed a groan of frustration. "I... Just wanted to let you know that... I was going out to get coffee, and..." He trailed off, a blush highlighting his face. You couldn't see it though.

"Oh, that'd be great, thanks, Luci," You said with a yawn, patting your bedside and calling out the names of the two felines. "Wake me up again when you're back, please. I'm gonna get a few more minutes of sleep in."

He begrudgingly cleaned it up himself.

He'd have to clean up after Cerberus occasionally, but the difference is, he couldn't exactly punish your kittens.

They weren't his.

The three of them would have standoffs every now and then in the hallway though.

Mammon

Bro is so over your cats' shit. A little less than Lucifer, but it's the fact that they continue to get into his stuff when he leaves it lying around.

Asmodeus will leave around a whole fur coat, yet instead of that expensive, comfort-guaranteed, five-star, premium bed-material-like coat, they decide to snuggle up with his favorite leather jacket with studs. STUDS.

He'll usually try and catch the little guys, but they're too fast for baby boy.

He usually ends up tripping and falling on his face while shouting curses at them.

When you came over and asked what was wrong, he was quick as hell to snitch.

"Those little color-palette faces o' yours got their fur all over my favorite jacket! D'ya know how much grim I had to save up for that?" Mammon was nearly sobbing.

You sighed, got on the ground near him, and started comforting him with an embrace and head pats.

Definitely flips them off whenever he sees them in the hallways now, it always seems like they're smirking at him though.

Fucking felines.

Leviathan

Levi didn't have a problem with them at first

He was worried that they'd try to get to Henry 2.0, but they didn't seem very interested in him, so, eventually, he started letting them into his room whenever they'd scratch at the door.

He actually didn't mind their company.

It was nice to have those two laying down in his lap while he played his video games.

They'd even hiss whenever someone killed him!

They were his best friends!

Until the day it happened.

He was grinding really hard on a game from the human world that you recommended he played, and he was loving it so far! Though, because he was grinding so hard for seven hours straight, the kittens ended up falling asleep at his side.

He was so close to beating this really difficult boss! This wasn't even the final stage, why were these bosses so hard?

But he enjoyed it nonetheless because you recommended it of course.

"Yes! Now all I have to do is use Black Viper to inflict all-mighty damage and I'll finally be done with this palace!"

Bro is near tears of joy.

However, a small paw bapped at his controller, hitting the melee button that dealt 50 damage to the boss that had 98 health.

When the boss killed him for the nth time in a row, he dropped his controller.

Barged into your room with kittens in hand and tears streaming down his face. "These are anti-gamer feline monsters, MC!" He sobbed, making you shoot up from your seat.

"Oh no, what did they do this time?"

"They made me restart the boss battle when I was this close to beating him! I thought we were friends!"

You had to comfort him the whole night and help him defeat the boss afterward.

Satan

Absolutely in love with the kittens.

They could do no wrong in his eyes.

They made him lose a page in his book?

That's okay, they just wanted to play.

They knocked over his mug?

They're cats! It's only natural for them to learn how to do that!

If anything, he encourages their naughty behavior when they act out in front of the other brothers.

And you end up the one to complain about the cats, though you talk to them as if they're humans.

"When I said you give me shit, I didn't mean to actually drop one!" You practically shouted at one of your kittens, causing Satan to look up from his book.

You pointed to the other kitten accusingly. "You were fucking watching too, weren't you? You fucking cuck, you cat-cuck, you-"

"Woah, woah, woah, they probably couldn't make it to the litterbox in time, MC," He said, closing his book.

You deadpanned at him, looking down at the turd that sat right next to the litterbox.

Both of the kittens jumped into the blond's lap, purring and nuzzling against his hands.

He started cooing at them about how "mommy/daddy was so mean" and how the kittens "could never do something so vile on purpose."

Asmodeus

They made great selfie buddies!

His follower count and likes shot up once he started taking selfies with the cute little felines.

He tolerated them a lot, though he was still wary of their shedding.

One day, they were in his room while he was painting his nails.

He used them to pick colors for the new nail look.

"I'm not sure orange and pink go well together, silly feline." Asmodeus giggled, gently booping one of the kittens on the nose as he set down the orange nail polish container.

"However, I'd say pink would definitely go with my outfit wardrobe for this next month!"

He hummed to himself and cooed at the kittens as he started painting his nails, movements precise, hands still as if he were a surgeon.

"Honestly, I'd look good in any color, won't I? That's why you gave me orange! You know I can pull off the colors, don't you? You two are so adorable!" He flustered himself with compliments.

The kittens meowed sweetly at him as he waited for his nails to dry

Suddenly, one of the kittens nuzzled his cheek against his hand, getting nearly dried nail polish on his fuzzy cheek and whiskers and smudging the pink nail polish on Asmo's finger.

There was silence.

Asmodeus looked at the tiny hairs that stuck out of his clumpy, mildly wet polish, processing what had just happened.

His screech was what alerted you to his room, and you had to hold him back from throwing the little felines across the room.

Beelzebub

Second most chill about it.

Whenever he'd see the kittens getting yelled at by you for doing something bad, he'd slip them a piece of his meaty snack to make them feel better.

He may get mildly irritated when they would beg him to share a snack with him, but that's only on rare occasions.

"Oh, did you want some jerky?" He asked softly to the kitten that had jumped onto the table and sniffed the meat in his hand.

He gently handed the meat to the kitten, who sniffed and started to lick it.

Beel scarfed down most of the bag but ended up leaving some for the kitten.

He gently pat the kitten on the head and allowed it to finish the rest of the jerky.

Belphegor

Third most chill about it.

He most likely encourages chaos like Satan, too.

You catch him trying to coax your kitties to knock over Lucifer's fragile belongings and make messes of his clothing.

You'd been scolded a few times by Lucifer, but he eventually found out that it was the youngest's doing, so you got off easy.

Belphie loved to cuddle with your kittens when he slept.

He'd get a little irritated when they'd wake him by clawing at his door at night, but he had to deal with his twin's loud snores, so it didn't bother him that much.

It's surprising he can hear the scratches and meows over the snoring, though.

"Hey, you two. You wanna cuddle with Uncle Belphie?" He'd chuckle softly as he let the cats into the room.

Loves the warmth that their fur provides, and you definitely caught him with one of the kitten's butts in his face when he was napping at least twice.

Hope you liked it, anon!

Masterlist

#obey me mc #obey me #obey me brothers #obey me bros hcs #obey me hcs #obey me lucifer hcs #obey me mammon hcs #obey me leviathan hcs #obey me satan hcs #obey me asmodeus hcs #obey me crack #obey me beelzebub hcs #obey me belphegor hcs #obey me bros crack

[daughterofthereaper02]

Happiness on Earth

Pairings: Jake Hangman Seresin x Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x Robert Bob Floyd x F! Reader

Request: hey! i know you already have quite a few requests so take as long as you need for this! firstly before the request, i have to say i’m obsessed with your work! i was wondering if you could write a rooster x hangman x bob x reader, a bit like southern charm? Like the fluff of the watching the rain scene, im obsessed with it. if you could write more fluff like that for our favorite boys? thank you so much hun 💗💗

Summary: One thing after another keeps going wrong, when you all get caught in the rain on the way back to the truck, you all realize some times there is the need for simple things.

Warning: Cursing

“Quick!” You yelled, trying to get out of the building and to the truck, just wanting to get home. Jake gripped your hand as he tugged you forward, the skies opening up suddenly and the rain started to pour. Bradley groaned, “Nothing is going right today!” He yelled as he tugged Bob along with him.

We kept running to the truck, getting more soaked by the second. Suddenly, you slipped and fell on your butt when you were right near the truck, “UGH!” you groaned in frustration. You couldn’t help it though, a laugh started bubbling out of your throat as you thought of the situation. “What the hell are we doing?” you asked, and they stared at you, “Y/n... Sweetheart, are you okay?” Bradley asked worriedly. “I think she snapped...” Jake said in concern.

You rolled your eyes, a big smile on your face as you came to terms with everything “We’re fighting a losing battle! We keep trying to get home where we believe it is safe but we know just something else will go wrong,” you chuckled, getting up. “We don’t take any time to enjoy anything anymore! We used to love the rain! We would turn on the radio and dance!” you said, spreading your arms in the rain. “We need to get back to enjoying life! Not just living it,” you smiled. You realized if you kept letting the world get to you, you would just become miserable.

Robert laughed, pulling you into his arms, “You’re right baby,” he murmured, kissing you sweetly. Jake went to the truck and turned it on, flipping on the radio, ‘Red Dirt Road’ by Brooks & Dunn coming on. “You and your country songs Seresin,” Bradley said fondly, laughing. “What can I say? Its the next thing that reminds me of home! The first thing is your three,” he murmured.

Your face softened and you moved to kiss him, “No one would believe that you were such a softy if we told anyone,” you joked. “Well its a good thing no one us besides us four matter, huh?” Bob said as he pulled Bradley into his arms. “Our southern boys,” Bradley joked, laughing as Bob began to dance with him. 

Jake pulled you into his arms, moving with you slowly to dace. He sang softly to you, pushing and pulling you both as the rain lightened up. “Happiness on Earth ain’t just for high achievers!” He sang, dipping you and causing you to giggle.

You laughed loudly as you were exchanged with Bradley, pressing up to Bobs chest, “Hi handsome,” you winked, making him chuckle as his glasses slipped down his nose. “It’s where I drank my first beer,” you both sang, all of you guys remembering your different childhoods.

How four different people managed to come together for a happy relationship often baffled you, but now it was clear that it was so worth it in the end.

He spun you, catching you as you went to slip, leaning down and kissing you. “Thank you,” he said, making you tilt your head. “Why are you thanking me Bobby?” You asked softly, “I didn’t do anything.” you told him. He chuckled, “Oh sweetheart, you did more then you know. You reminded us that we need to take the time to enjoy things again... and we’re going to. Every single day now!” He chuckled.

It was when the song ended, you all went into the truck and you were pressed against Bradley as water dripped down your faces, watching the rain in peaceful silence. Five minutes ago you all would have been sitting angrily but now you were happily pressed to each other as the heat blasted in the truck.

Sometimes you needed to be reminded that happiness is what you make out of a situation.

#jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin imagine #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin imagine #hangman #hangman x reader #hangman imagine #robert bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd imagine #robert bob floyd #robert floyd imagine #robert floyd x reader #robert floyd #bradley rooster bradshaw imagine #rooster imagine #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun: maverick

[lazycats-stuff]

I thought I would write a bit about Corinthian. That man freaked me out at first with those teeth instead of eyes, but now I like him. So, some male!reader x Corinthian is coming.

Summary: The Corinthian helping his lover after a bad day at work

Warnings: Fluff, some swearing

(Y/N) stepped outside of his office and was immediately drenched from the rain. He cursed himself as he started walking home. He wanted to scream at the sky and the clouds. He didn't live far from his apartment where he lived with his boyfriend, the Corinthian.

He knew of his boyfriend's hobby, so to speak. He was a bit freak out at first thinking that he was going to hurt him, but Corinthian wasn't going to let that happen. Corinthian promised (Y/N) that he would never hurt him. (Y/N) believed him and they stayed together. Just recently he saw his eyes, or lack thereof.

That freaked him out for a second, but then he was fascinated. How did he able to see and he understood why he liked to take eyes. It put him at ease knowing who Corinthian is, despite being a living embodiment of a nightmare, or the living embodiment of dreams for serial killers. It all depends in the way you look at it.

As (Y/N) walked down the street completely wet and cold. His lips turned blue and his hands shook. His shoes were making the squelching sound and his feet were getting cold.

And to top it all off, his coworkers were assholes today. Nobody even stopped to think that he is a human and not a machine who is all mighty and can do everything. (Y/N) had hoped at moment that his boyfriend would be home. He really hoped because he wanted to cuddle his boyfriend.

While (Y/N) was walking home under the heavy rain, Corinthian was checking on the pizza in the oven. He wanted surprise his boyfriend by making his favorite food and later watching movies. And considering it was Friday and raining, Corinthian knew that (Y/N) would enjoy. He looked outside the window and frowned once he saw the intensity of the rain. Should he go pick him up?

He turned his head towards the door once he heard his lover, but a smile turned into a frown once he saw how wet he was.

" (Y/N)? Are you drenched? "

" Yeah... Just, can you help me? "

Corinthian immediately jumped in action. He took the wet jacket and shoes and put the shoes under the warm radiator and the jacket was going to go in the dryer.

" Lets go to the bathroom. You need a warm bath and I need to put your clothes in the dryer. "

" Is that a pizza in the oven? Did you plan to surprise me with dinner?"

" I did. I thought it would be nice. It has been a while since we had a date. Unfortunately, you have been swamped with work. "

" I'm sorry. "

" Hey- " Corinthian gently cupped (Y/N)'s face, " - don't apologize. You are human and it's normal to feel down sometimes. And I know that situation at work is awful right now, so don't apologize for being human. Take a warm shower so you don't freeze to death and then we are going to eat the pizza and cuddle while watching the movie. Okay? "

" Okay. "

And Corinthian was right. He watched the 5th element as (Y/N) was cuddled in blankets to keep him warm. He kissed (Y/N)'s forehead and put the blanket over him. (Y/N) laughed, but otherwise didn't protest. He knew there was no point either way, because Corinthian wasn't going to listen. The blankets stay wrapped around him until they go to bed.

#dc x male reader #the sandman x male reader #The corinthian x male reader #x male reader #fluff #the netflix sandman #the sandman x y/n #dc comics #boyd holbrook

[justanotherstarlightmonger]

Joonie's shirts - KNJ

Genre: Fluff/ Slice of life

Pairing: Namjoon x fem reader

Word count: 1.3k words

Masterlist

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A blissful, lazy day in late August. The rainy season was here, and that meant when it wasn’t raining, it was humid. And humidity wreaked havoc on your hair. You weren’t particularly fond of the rainy season. You were more of a summer’s girl.

Summers meant long, lazy days in the air condition. Summers meant cool evenings that still allowed you to wear sandals outside. Summers meant crop top and tank top and shorts and breezy sandals and flip flops, loads of sunscreen and many evenings at the beach.

Summers also meant that in his free time, Namjoon would call you and ask you if you wanted to go for a ride in the park, or along the beach. Occasionally, on some nice bright day, you’d pack a picnic for you both and you’d head out, stopping at some museum or art gallery, go skating, take walks in the parks in the fabulous cool shade, drink iced lemonades or some new form of cool drink you had seen on the internet that piqued your curiosity. And after the whole day was over, you’d go for a little hike up Joon’s favorite trail, that led you to a scenic cliff and eat your delicious supper, while watching the sunset, with great memories of the day fresh in your mind.

You always felt happy in the summers. Loved and bright and warm like the very air around you.

Today however, was not a day where you had any significant thing planned with your boyfriend. Namjoon had surprisingly gotten off work early and had come home, just as you were about to go take a nice, cool shower after getting some groceries from the farmer’s market.

He had meant to surprise you, as he had sneaked in through the front door, and was promptly tip toeing down the hallway when he bumped his knee into the table and had dropped one of the plastic ornaments sitting prettily on top of it. He let out a couple of curses under his breath.

Of course, since you were home alone, the noise had alerted you immediately and you made your way cautiously out of the kitchen. Knowing that whatever had fallen, had fallen inside the house, you had reason to believe that the intruder was inside your house too, and you decided to carry a knife in your hand too. Heart beating frantically, you debated whether you wanted to run as fast as you possibly could, into your bedroom, or you wanted to confront whoever it was with your trusty knife. Weighing your options, you knew that if you ran into your room, you could call Namjoon, and he’d rush home, but maybe it would be too late. On the other hand, direct confrontation meant that you might damage something about him, but then he could easily overpower you too.

Mind plagued with these questions, you peeked around the corner, into the hallway…

…only to see your tall, bulky boyfriend standing next to the table, looking at the ornament that had fallen with such disappointment in his eyes, as if he couldn’t believe that it had fallen and announced his presence to the whole world with it’s downfall.

“Oh Joonie…” you whispered in relief, as waves of gratitude washed over you and you placed the knife on the kitchen counter temporarily and ran to hug him.

Namjoon was slightly surprised, which he found ironic because he had wanted to surprise you, but gave you a spin nonetheless with a “Hey honey” as he placed you back down.

“I thought you were an invader here to kill me,” you informed him, “I almost slashed you with the butcher’s knife.”

He looked down at you fondly, petting your cheek as if you were the cutest little creation he had ever seen. “Well, why would you do such a thing?’ he asked bemusedly.

“You’re home early.” You noted.

“Yeah, I wanted to surprise you.” He replied.

“Colour me surprised, though not quite the way you wanted.”

Both of you laughed and made your way deeper into the apartment.

~~~~~~~~~

You smiled at the little memory and made your way out of the shower, wrapping your hair in a towel, you dried your body and put on your undergarments, throwing on one of Namjoon’s larger t shirts on top, then dried your hair for a few minutes before putting on some lotion and a lip oil as you stepped out into your cool room again.

Namjoon was nowhere in sight, so you made your way to the living room, wondering about how to make these few extra hours he had snatched away from work, fun without going out, as you hated the humidity outside. You found him sitting on the couch, his long legs out in front of him, his laptop on a cushion in his lap. He seemed to be focused on something on the screen, so much so that he hadn’t really noticed you come out of the bedroom.

You cleared your throat to get his attention. He looked up, one eyebrow raised, his work face on, looking like a total boss. You had to admit you found that quite sexy, when he clenched his jaw and focused on his work really hard. Even though he was a clumsy little mess, the man was a genius when it came to what he loved.

But before you could even tell him how crazy sexy you found him, with his work mode on in his casual clothes, his face burst into a warm smile and you were hit with the full force of his dimples, making you melt and totally forget the heat that his previous expression had left you in. His duality was mind blowing, it still knocked the breath out of you despite it being almost a year since you started dating, and you were pretty sure it would warrant the same reaction at any point in the distant future too.

“That’s a pretty dress.” He complimented you, before giving his attention back to the screen again.

You looked down at yourself, confused at his strange choice of compliment.

Admittedly, the t shirt you had chosen to wear was white, striped one. But it was so loose that no one in their right mind would dare call it a dress. The hem skimmed your knees, and the sleeves, which were already loose on your boyfriend, were even more lanky and loose on you, and came slightly past your elbows. You looked adorable in it, but definitely more of a ‘wearing-your-boyfriend’s-oversized-clothes’ kinda cute and not an ‘I’m-wearing-a-dress’ kinda cute.

“A… a dress?” you finally asked, tone deliberately confused.

“What was that honey?” he asked, eyes still on the screen.

You stepped closer to the couch. “A dress?” you asked a little louder, lowering your voice and pouting slightly.

Namjoon looked up then. He looked you up and down, his eyes crinkling a little bit.

“Is that my shirt?” he asked, honestly amused, his heart melting over how cute you looked, your hair framing your face, your lips pouted and your eyes wide, your arms crossed across your chest.

“Maybe.” You said.

He started laughing and lifted his laptop, along with the cushion off his lap and put it on the table in front of him, raising his arms, open wide, indicating you to come to him. You gladly raised your leg and straddled his waist, sitting on his lap, wrapping your legs behind his back.

“You’re so cute.” He pinched your cheeks, causing you to blush. “You should wear my clothes more often if you’re gonna be so cute.” He continued teasing.

“Yah, stop!” you batted his hands away, getting shy.

He booped your nose, finding you impossibly endearing, and shifted his position slightly, so that you were comfortable. “You wanna cuddle?” he asked. You nodded bashfully.

And that’s how you found yourself that afternoon, cocooned in Joon’s big, strong arms after a fresh, cool shower, almost dozing off as he played an art documentary on the laptop in front of you.

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[ga-yuu]

Kurama and Ibuki Sequel Cute moments Part 3

Yoshino is depressed because Ibuki's actions broke her heart.

Kurama: "............"

*Flies away*

Yoshino: "Kurama??"

(Maybe he thought I was annoying...)

Kurama: "Hey!"

Yoshino: "Ah!"

*Kurama throws small shiny items over her like rain*

*Yoshino is surprised and catches it*

Kurama: "Now smile."

Yoshino: "Huh?"

Kurama: "Smile the same way you smiled at me at the party that night."

Yoshino: "Ah..."

(Wait, is Kurama trying to cheer me up? Shiny items are Kurama's favorite things. The fact that he's sharing something valuable with me, means....)

Yoshino: *smiles bashfully at him*

Kurama: "Good. You don't have to do anything extra or change anything about yourself. Just be yourself."

..............

Yoshino: "Are you ready? I'm about to use my powers."

*touches Ibuki's palm so she can absorb his powers*

*Ibuki happily takes her hand and intersects his fingers between hers tightly*

Yoshino: *Blushing*

..............

Ibuki: "The reason why I started playing with humans is because I'm curious about them. Blame that on Seimei."

Yoshino: "Seimei?"

Ibuki: "Abe no Seimei. The greatest Onmyoji ever to live. He is Yasuchika's ancestor. It's been 300 years since his death I guess."

Ibuki: "I was, as usual destroying human villages out of boredom and then out of nowhere he shows up and challenges me to a game. 'If you can break my heart, you win. But if you manage to be friends with me, I win.' was what he said."

Ibuki: "The game went on until his death and ended before he could decide on the results."

Ibuki: "He's a persistent kinda guy. He gets drunk easily.....such an idiot."

(The fact that Ibuki still remembers the words he shared with Seimei even after 300 years is proof that Seimei is an irreplaceable person in Ibuki's life)

(I feel like Ibuki doesn't simply mess with people)

Yoshino: "The reason why you mess with humans....is because you want to test them to see their potential, right?"

Ibuki: "................"

Ibuki: *smiles* "Like Seimei, you're persistent too."

Yoshino: *blushing*

.....................

Yasuchika: "So there is this drug being spread around in Kyoto."

Yoritomo: "Is the management in Kyoto that bad, your Majesty."

Ibuki: "I think that the main reason is because you're here in the Shogunate. Why didn't you go back to Kyoto?"

Akihito: ".............."

Yasuchika: "...................."

Akihito and Yasuchika looks at each other.

Kurama: "If you have something to say, then say it. I won't allow you to waste my time."

Yoshitsune: "Maybe his majesty and Yasuchika is worried about Ibuki?"

Akihito and Yasuchika: "..................."

Ibuki: "Hey?"

Yasuchika: ".........yes......."

Yasuchika: "Yep, pleasedon'ttrytoarguewithmeYoshitsune-sama!"

Akihito: "Yep! Ibuki isn't any pitiful demon who's going to lose to a curse just because we're not around, right?"

Yasuchika: "I myself was thinking about cursing me, if I see him losing pathetically."

Yasuchika and Akihito: "Yeah!"

Ibuki: "Oi!"

(It's hard to tell if they hate each other or tease each other)

(After all, the three of them have a special bond)

#ikemen series #ikemen genjiden #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #cybird #ikemen mc #ikegen #ikemen genjiden ibuki #ikemen genjiden kurama

[seraphfighter]

Hey! 19 for that soft otp prompts :3

Hey look, I actually got to this (1 month later 😅).

From this: 19. Write your ship going on a casual date.

This hadn’t gone to plan. 

V and Johnny had driven up to their favorite lookout spot in the Badlands. Perched at the top of a rock face, it provides the perfect view of Night City’s skyline. They’d discovered it one day after returning to the city from their time with the Aldecaldos, and in the months following her treatments, it’s become sort of a tradition for them to spend an evening there. 

Tonight was no different. V hasn’t been able to spend much time with Johnny lately. Between a migraine that knocked her down for a few days and their work at the Afterlife, it had started to feel like they hadn’t had a moment to simply enjoy each other’s company. So, when Johnny arrived at the Afterlife to drag her out of there, she hadn’t protested. 

They stopped and got some greasy burgers and fries, picked up a bottle of Centzon to share, and took the Thorton out to the Badlands. They made the small trek up the hill to their spot and that’s where they’ve spent the last few hours. Johnny’d been playing his guitar and she’d had her head on his thigh, eyes closed and listening to the sound of his playing and low humming. 

That’s when the rain started. 

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Johnny, did you not check the weather?!” V snaps, her foot almost slipping on the slick rocks as they scramble to make it back to the truck. It’s a downpour–she’s already soaked to the bone. 

“Why would I have checked the weather? The fuckin’ sky was clear!” Despite the irritation in his voice, Johnny catches her bicep in his chrome hand to steady her. 

“Maybe because it can change?” Usually, the walk down to the car was easy but with the rain and the slick rocks and dirt, it was taking twice as long. And as annoyed as she is by the rain soaking through her clothes, she’s not looking to twist her ankle. 

“Maybe you should check the weather next time,” he retorts. Behind her, he slips and she barely throws her arm out in time to catch him before he sends them both tumbling down the slope. “Goddamn it!” 

“Now you sound like a child.” V grasps his hand tight in hers, hoping their grip on each other will help them avoid any unwanted accidents. They didn’t need this date to end in a trip to Vik’s. “You trying to send us both flying down?” 

“Not on fuckin’ purpose,” he grumbles. “Ground’s slicker than shit.” 

“Tell me about it.” 

Finally, they make it to even ground and sprint the short distance to the Thorton. They throw themselves into the backseat, the force of the doors shutting shaking the truck.

“Fuck.” V pushes her wet hair out of her eyes, tensing her jaw to keep her teeth from chattering as Johnny leans forward to deposit his guitar in the front seat and turn on the vehicle’s heater. She goes to wipe her face on the sleeve of Johnny’s jacket that she’s wearing, but the sleeve is soaked through. Huffing, she crosses her arms over her chest and slumps against the seat. 

Johnny pushes his rain-slicked hair back from his face. “At least it ain’t acid rain.” He digs in his pocket for his pack of cigarettes, only to find the carton soaked. He scowls and tosses it away with a curse. 

“Thank god for that.” V digs her own cigarettes out of her pocket, protected from the rain by Evelyn’s case, and scoots across the seat to press against Johnny’s side. She pulls a smoke out and lights it, taking a drag for herself before passing it to Johnny. 

“Thanks,” he grunts. 

Passing the cigarette between them in silence and listen to the rain hitting the truck. Johnny throws his arm around V’s shoulders and she curls up against him, some of the chill finally being chased out of her bones between the heater blasting and Johnny’s own body heat. 

“Y’know what this reminds me of?” Johnny asks after a few moments, giving V the cigarette for the final drag. 

She accepts it and drops it on the floor of the truck and smothers it with her boot. She’ll worry about the cleanup later. “Is it going to be some old reference I don’t understand again?” Smoke blows out from her parted lips as she asks the question. 

“Funny,” he says drily. “But no, I was just thinkin’ of the first time we kissed.” 

“Shit.” That feels like a lifetime ago. Technically for her, it was. “We got caught in the rain coming back from that shitty little taco cart. I think we were as soaked then as we are now.” Seeing the glint in his eye, she interjects before he can say anything, “Don’t.” 

“Don’t what?” He smirks. “Say you were soaked for more than one reason that night?” 

V’s cheeks heat and she tilts her head back against the seat and covers her face with her hands. “God, I fuckin’ hate you,” she groans. 

“No, you don’t.” Tugging on her wrists, V drops her hands to find Johnny staring at her, his eyes fond in a way he reserves for her. His ‘ganic thumb brushes against the back of her hand. 

She wrinkles her nose at him. “You’re right. Unfortunately, I love you.”

“Because that’s such a fuckin’ burden.” 

“It is, you’re a pain in my ass.” 

He snorts, a smile tugging at his lips, one she can’t help but mirror. V cards her fingers through his beard along his jaw. It scratches against her hand when he turns his hand to press a kiss to her palm. She recognizes it for what it is–one of his many silent ways of saying he loves her in return. Even though he doesn’t say it as often as she does, V knows he loves her. 

“We’ve come a long way since then, haven’t we?” Johnny says quietly. 

“We have,” she agrees. “And I wouldn’t change a damn thing.” Even all the hardships and pain. As difficult as some moments were, they’re the reason they’re at where they are right now.

“Fuckin’ sap.” He pushes her shoulder and she follows the gentle pressure to lie down on the seat, Johnny climbing over her. 

“Says you.” She wraps her arms around his neck and threads her fingers at the back of his head. A shaky sigh leaves her lips as Johnny leans down and presses his lips to her neck. 

“I’ll show you a sap,” he murmurs against her skin, voice full of promise. “Why don’t we repeat the events of that night?” 

V tugs on his hair so she can lean up and kiss him. “Show me what you got, Rockerboy.”

#thanks for the prompt! ❤️ #this got my nanowrimo words in today #ship: bleed into me #my writing #ch: valerie ramirez #silverv