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What We Want - Chpt. 5 - Meet The Adams Family

In Which A Romantic Breaks The Universe

(Yandere!batboys x f!reader) 18+ MDNI!

SUMMARY

Another lonely birthday, another empty year. You miss your family. You're late for your bills and rent, and even then, you got robbed last Tuesday.

Still, you buy yourself a cupcake, because you need it. I mean, hey. What's dessert for if not to get over cheating boyfriends and dead relatives?

As you blow out the candle, watching the clock switch from 11:59 pm to midnight of the next day, you make a wish.

And because the world doesn't like to make much sense, it comes true. Your life is suddenly flipped on a dime, and you're stuck trying to catch up with it. Fantasy becomes reality. You're a Wayne now, apparently. Or you used to be. You're loved, you're rich, you're talented and powerful.

Well, sort of. Careful what you wish for, right?

(TRIGGER WARNINGS AND MASTERLIST HERE)

PREV - NEXT

The first thing you’d done when you woke up, still somehow in the Wayne manor, was pull out not-your phone and check the date. When it tells you that you are not, in fact, in some weird version of a time loop, you feel some measure of relief. The second thing you do is look your own damn name up on Google. There were over 3 million results. You have a Wikipedia page. If that hadn’t made you want to gag, the press from last night had you bumbling your way into the ensuite bathroom and puking into the toilet.

It’s still sitting on the bathroom floor, nauseous and achy and sweaty, your mouth washed out but still tasting foul, that you continue your research.

It’s just as you had suspected, your family was dead. Still dead. Well, shit. In the light of day, you supposed that made more sense. That there was no real reason to assume otherwise. You hadn’t for most of yesterday, but as soon as you’d thought that maybe there was a chance, your hopes had been dashed. Which was good, rip the bandaid off and all.

It was good. Things were good. They were fine, you were fine. You really wish you were a better liar.

Again you wash your mouth out. Root around the cabinets for some medical-grade mouthwash, do it again, and then you throw yourself into the shower. Again. You notice the soap smells like whoever’s clothes you stole. Refreshing and awakening, that mint and earth again. You think you can detect something floral in it too. It’s still masculine, but…

Wow, you are such a freak! You put down the fucking soap and manage to resist the urge to slam your head into the tiles. Your headache was bad enough already.

When you leave the bathroom, you glance at the door, and then down at your towel. Guess you’re stealing some more apparel. You find a Superman shirt, give it a judging glance, and then pick out a black T-shirt with ‘The Beatles’ across the front, and some sweatpants. You have to roll up the pant legs so you don’t trip and fall flat on your face.

One hand scrolling through Twitter and TikTok and Reddit and every single piece of social media you could find, getting the people’s source of news and you get the high overlords’ one when you turn on the huge TV attached to the wall. The remote kind of confuses you at first, but you manage to find the good ol’ Gotham news channel.

Immediately, you’re greeted by your miserable mascara-streaked face. You turn the TV off. You take a deep breath. Turn it back on. Luckily it’s not just you getting your private moment of trauma blasted open in the media. Your party had been filled with Gotham’s elite, after all. You weren’t the only rich idiot left crying by the side of the road.

You weren’t the only one who had to suffer. There had been twenty-eight casualties, in total. A small amount, considering the man behind the deaths. The Joker wasn’t known for his cleanliness. You tell yourself that, and yet still, you can’t make them just numbers. They’d been standing right next to you, after all. All in the same boat, all waiting for the axe to swing, secretly hoping you’re the one who lives to the next day. Only one of the party guests had been shot, and that’s because you think they’d personally pissed off the Joker. That’s what Twitter says, anyway. There were multiple video recordings of the altercation, and it didn’t look like he’d been the smartest banana in the bunch. The TV is a lot sweeter on the dead soul.

You feel sorry for all the dead. You still don’t think this rich heir should be the face you see, though. When you check his name, you find several forgotten assault cases. Assault, rape, just like that disappearing bastard had tried to do to you. That female janitor you’d seen shot had done more for this city than that guy ever had.

Did her family know? Did she have a family? Someone to mourn her? You’d never thought about that before. How many people out there wouldn’t have anyone to even remember them?

It’s none of your business, in the end.

After a whiles more research, you switch the TV off and tuck your cracked phone into the sweatpants. You know where your mother’s grave is, on the west side of the estate. Wikipedia knew all, which was now kind of creepy to you as it knew all about you as well. Really, you couldn’t believe it. Your mother, buried with the Waynes? You’d always thought she should find someone new, someone who’d appreciate her, unlike your father who had dipped as soon as Sam was born.

You couldn’t even remember the guy. Still, you remembered that he’d smelled bad and made your Mum do everything, and was just generally all around the worst choice for a husband.

But, Jesus Christ, Bruce Wayne? Absolute insanity. You had no idea how the two of them would’ve even met. Let alone fall in love and get married. Your mother was one of the loveliest women on earth but… they had absolutely nothing in common, other than having troublesome kids. And you hadn’t seen her getting lovey-dovey with the other PTA mums.

You walk out of the room you’ve borrowed and into the hallway. In the light of day, the Wayne manor is much less creepy, and you can find it in yourself to appreciate the antique space. Warm sunlight falls over dark oak furniture, illuminating your bare feet as you walk along the Persian rug. Your fingers trail along all the tiny little decorations, some annoying part of you demanding you leave traces of yourself behind. Your fingerprints dirty an old clock, a golden candelabra, a lamp and a tiny spinning globe.

You might’ve gotten lost in a place this huge if you couldn’t hear people’s voices floating down the halls. They were too far away for you to be able to tell what they were saying, but you could still hear them. They’re to the west, so you’re definitely going to have to go past them.

You follow the voices and eventually come to a stop in a hallway. You can smell food. Good, real food. The type that makes your instant-ramen-powered body salivate. The people are in the kitchen, right around the corner. You duck your head and quickly sneak past the mostly closed doorway. On the other side, you pause, your curious self unable to leave just yet.

“She needs help,” Bruce says, and you mentally curse. Balls. You didn’t want to hear this. You guess this was instant karma for snooping. Maybe they weren’t talking about you?

Why did that sound very unlikely…

“She went through a lot last night,” he continues, which, well, yes, you did go through a lot, “And he said that she saw a woman get shot right in front of her. It makes sense if she doesn’t want to talk yet.”

He? Who’s he? Who ratted you out? Wait, dumb question, the four other witnesses who saw the janitor get shot. You were still pretty sure the Waynes weren’t supposed to know that, but everybody knew those GCPD pigs were always just a dollar away from whatever you wanted them to do. It’s not surprising that the Waynes know details only the police should know at the moment.

…It is a bit disappointing, though. You chose to have hope in them, that they’d gotten that information legally. Your fatal obsession with the Waynes wasn’t going to disappear after one miserable party. You wished it would.

“She was acting strange before that,” Timothy Jackson Drake’s smooth voice drifts from the kitchen. You were still a little starry-eyed over him, which was… bad, you think. It’d definitely make whatever relationship the two of you had been forced into a whole lot more difficult. It did not need to be any more difficult.

“Are you accusing her of something?” Bruce Thomas Wayne’s voice is gravelly in comparison, angry, maybe. Also, ‘accusing’? What could he even be accusing you of? It was pretty obvious you weren’t capable of anything nefarious, you were far too stupid for that. You were a plastic bag drifting along the Gotham river, barely able to affect which direction you flowed in.

“God no. And I definitely wouldn’t do it with her listening, that’d be rude.”

Your breath hitches, and you push off from the wall. Busted, damn. Your face feels unbelievably hot. As you leave, you can hear Mr Wayne scolding his adopted son. You walk until you can’t hear their voices anymore, and then a little further, finding an exit door.

You stumble out onto a stone staircase, probably a servants’ one in the olden days. You move down it, hand gripping the railing. You’re barely conscious of where you’re going. There’s a path that leads away from the stone manor and further into the estate, and you follow it. When you spot a small gated area, with stone obelisks and angel statues, you veer off the path and onto the grass.

Hissing out a breath, it’s only now you realise you went outside without any shoes on. Your toes curl in the cold, wet grass. It’s a miserable feeling, and you want to walk right back inside. And then you think about the awkward conversation waiting for you, take a breath and keep going. The gates swing open easily under your hand, the golden embossed ‘W’ glinting in the light.

A guardian angel stands before you. Its stone face is disapproving, glaring down at you from above. ‘Interloper,’ it calls you, but you move past it without pausing. It’s pretty obvious which graves are the new ones and which are the old ones. They’re all clean and well-kept, but the ones to the left have dates going back hundreds of years, and the ones to the right only decades. Your eyes follow the rows of graves. Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne…

Your breath whistles out of you, nearly muffled by the grey morning wind.

And your mother. She has a different last name, now another Wayne. Your siblings don’t, which makes sense. You’re surprised to find many of your extended family also in this graveyard. Your grandmother. Your uncle and aunt. A few of your cousins.

It’s cold this morning, and you’re out here with only a thin T-shirt on. Shivering, you rub your palms against your bare arms. It doesn’t do much. Still, you don’t want to go inside yet. Instead, you crouch in front of Sam’s grave, eyes reading the tiny epitaph. It’s not the one you wrote.

‘Beloved Son and Brother.’

Simple, clean-cut, formal… unfamiliar, you suppose. Yours had been much more flowery, ‘All the colour in the world is gone without you’. It was a bit silly, but you’d never said you were a poet. You’d just known you’d wanted something that represented them, if poorly.

Sam was a beloved son and brother. But that wasn’t who he chose to be. He liked colours. He’d change his favourite every other day, so he liked everything rainbow. It made it easier to choose which one he’d like next, he said. You were always buying him more and more coloured pencils because he’d wear them all down to the tips, he dyed the cat a bright red headache, much to your mother’s horror, and considered it his personal job to make every single birthday, christmas, and easter card. He’d paint on the walls in washable markers, and you’d often been the one to volunteer to help him get it all down. In school, he always had the best art project out of the entire class, even if you were slightly biased.

He was a colourful kid. He wasn’t… a plain grey tombstone. Nothing to help remember him, because you were always losing more and more of their precious memories.

The others had similarly impersonal graves. Just what they were, not who. Mother, sister. Nothing that spoke of how they’d lived their lives, what the world had lost when they’d died. It was… you didn’t think it was right. It was a disaster, really. Even when you’d had to rely on the Wanye Foundation donations, you’d managed a better resting place than this.

You suppose you’d never gotten them into the Wayne family’s personal graveyard, though. That was a bit of an upgrade, you guess.

“You need to come back inside. You’re worrying my father.”

“Jesus Christ!” you shriek, leaping backward. Your foot catches on one of the cobblestones, and you end up tipping back farther than you mean to, your ass bruising against the ground. You bump another gravestone, and there’s a horrible moment where it gives a little and you think it’s going to knock over.

It doesn’t. A shining miracle on your day.

From your slightly wet seat on the ground, you look up, finding one such Damian Al Ghul-Wayne. His towering height is the first thing you notice, second his stunning emerald green eyes. Both were incredibly shocking in their own ways, but his height really was almost dizzying. Perfect brown skin and a stylish 'long on the top, short on the sides’ black haircut, paired with the sort of face some European model might have, all come together to make sure you feel as pathetic as possible. His posh-looking outfit doesn’t help.

Neither does the fact he just watches you. He doesn’t even pretend to bend over to help you up. Which you’re sort of grateful for, honestly. It’d just make you more embarrassed. You didn’t know if you could hold the hand of your celebrity crush and… well, be normal. Pretend to be normal. You weren’t doing a very good job of it anyway.

You have to wonder, which was the worst introduction? The drunk, the bloody, or the one where you fell on your ass? God, you really are screwing this all the way up. You wonder how you’re inevitably going to make it even worse. There’s a part of you that desperately doesn’t want to meet any of the other Waynes, even as another part of you is screaming that it needs to.

If they knew they had a fangirl in their graveyard, you’re sure they’d kick you out. That was why you were lying about everything, not because you had intimacy issues.

Stop thinking, you idiot! You’re only making things more difficult for yourself with all your worrying and fretting. And maybe you should get off the ground, you looked stupid. You push to your feet, wiping your dirtied hands on the sweats.

He still doesn’t say anything when you stand, still just staring at you. His open staring is far too intimidating, so you scrounge for something to say.

“Your father? You- Is he alright?” you stammer over your words, giving Damian Wayne an awkward smile. He doesn’t return it, instead canting his head towards one of the windows.

You look toward where Damian Wayne gestured to, find nothing but an empty window frame, and then back to the ridiculously tall man. You swear, the guy had grown like a bean pole. He had to be something ridiculous, like 6’5, or maybe more. You were fairly certain you’d been taller than him at twelve, or thirteen, whenever it was he was first introduced to the world as Damian Wayne. Now, now… not so much.

“There’s nobody in there?” you ask, like you’re questioning your sanity. You are.

“My father’s shy,” He says, coolly shrugging one shoulder.

What. Bruce Wayne? Shy? Was he joking or something?

Damian Wayne stares down at you with narrowed green eyes, and dark brows in a harsh frown. His arms are crossed over his rich kid sweater, shiny black shoes tapping against the cobbles. That’s not the face of someone who makes jokes, you think.

You swallow, mind whirring as you try desperately to fix this conversation, “Right. Okay. I’ll… I’ll come back inside, then. Sorry for bothering you guys.”

He keeps staring at you. He doesn’t seem bothered.

“Sorry for bothering him?” you correct.

Damian gives one slow, cat-like blink of his eyes, and then turns with a tsk and walks away. It takes you a moment to realise you’re meant to follow him. It takes you even longer to actually catch up with him because he’s so fucking tall.

On TV he didn’t look this tall. You feel kind of betrayed, which is weird.

As you’re walking along, getting closer back to the manor, a stick or something pokes you in the foot. You curse, grabbing your foot. Thankfully you don’t start bleeding or something. You’d already be tracking dirt all over the inside of the impeccable space, you didn’t want to bring blood in as well. It takes a moment for you to realise the sound of Damian’s footsteps crunching in the grass has stopped, and you glance up.

He’s staring right at you again. He looks even less impressed with you, raising an eyebrow and mouth ticking downward. You put your foot down and tuck your hands behind your back in a very obvious anxious display.

“You went outside not wearing any shoes?” Damian Wayne asks, incredulous.

“I was… yeah, I forgot to,” you say, shrugging your shoulders. Not your best moment, but you weren’t really having any of those today. Or yesterday. Or the day before. Maybe you should stop thinking about that, actually.

“That’s disgusting,” The young Wayne sneers, and then turns and gives you his shoulder.

You think your heart maybe cracks a little. Well, they do say to never meet your idols. Maybe whoever wrote that quote had you in mind specifically, because now you were in… this situation. Ex-step-sister. If that was a thing. Your Wikipedia page said that you said that a lot, very insistent that you had absolutely nothing to do with the Waynes.

…It didn’t really look like you had nothing to do with the Waynes, from an outsider's perspective. Which obviously didn’t make any sense, since you were… you. You were not an outsider, not anymore.

This was too complicated. You needed a coffee. With like, so much sugar it’ll make you bounce from the walls.

Damian strides up the side entrance’s staircase and through the door, leaving it open for you to follow through. You hesitate at the doorway, looking over your shoulder to the graveyard. The statue calls you names in the distance, and although you feel like a stranger who doesn’t belong here, you manage to step back into the house.

You force yourself to walk through the hallway and into the kitchen, fists clenched tight at your side and your shoulders bunched up to your ears. Bruce Thomas Wayne, Timothy Jackson Drake, and the butler from earlier. Damian Al Ghul Wayne steps around the trio, picking some drink from the counter and moving to sit at the dining table at the edge of the room. There’s an open book on the table that he starts flicking through, and well, apparently that’s the end of your first conversation with the youngest Wayne.

You did… well, alright might be pushing it. You're still going to say you did alright.

Tim Drake gives you a sweet smile, catching your attention. The silky raven hair of his heart-shaped fringe falls over his beautiful, pale face, and for a moment there you totally forget that he’d called you out earlier like that. Which was just, such an odd thing to do. His hand lifts to scratch at the buzz cut under the floppy strands of hair. The movement mesmerises you. You look away from his sky blue eyes, very quickly realising they’re robbing you of the few remaining brain cells you have. And you need those, damn it. Especially because you’d already made the decision to hide from all your problems like a baby. Negative, negative…

“How’re you doing today?” Tim asks you, giving you a friendly greeting. It’s a welcome olive branch.

“I’m good,” you lie like you breathe, eyes glancing around the space. Bruce Wayne has his phone out and a mug of coffee in his hands. He sips from the cup, his focus swallowed by the tiny screen. You glance back over to Damian Wayne. Huh, it really does run in the family.

Your neck prickles, and you glance back at Tim again. You get a brief vision of his tired, unsmiling expression, and then it’s back to the angelic and gentle smile. You smile back at him, a wretched, awful twisting of the lips that you hope doesn’t look like a grimace.

Tim’s smile turns into a grin. It’s really too pretty and makes you shift in your seat uncomfortably. Damn it all, look away!

“Would you like some breakfast, young miss? I’m afraid we’ve run out of pancakes, but I’d be happy to make some more for you,” the butler says in an awfully familiar British accent. You think you know this person, but you can not remember from where. Shit. Your memory was bad on the best of days, much less after… after an event like last night.

Anyway, the food from earlier had been pancakes. Despite the delicious scent, you really didn’t want to make him make any more food for you. You felt like you were intruding as it was.

“Do you have any toast, or… cereal?” you suggest instead, wondering if rich people even bother with cereal. The butler chuckles, and you think, ‘Oh, yeah, probably not’.

“We have both, miss. Master Grayson has a particular fondness for cereal, in fact,” he informs you, which, oh, cool. You did in fact know that, you stalker you. You’d totally forgotten about that weird fact or the weird fact that you knew that weird fact. Dick Grayson has an Instagram where he posts reviews of different cereals, which of course you have notifications on for.

“It’s more of an obsession,” Tim says, resting his palm in his hand as he… continues to stare at you. Nobody else thinks his ogling is strange, so you try to ignore it as well. Try is the choice word.

“I like cereal too. It’s normal,” you say in defence of Dick, a natural and instinctual urge.

And apparently, the fact that you like cereal is fucking shocking, judging from the open-mouth looks the group gives you. Oh no, you’re supposed to hate him, right? You’re supposed to hate them all, actually. What had you called him on your phone? Something about being annoying and a dickhead?

Swallowing your inner scream, you move around the counter and towards the cupboards. Whatever, they’ll have to deal with this new and improved version of you, which didn’t despise everyone in the room. Along with being a terrible liar, you were also pretty bad at keeping secrets.

You don’t want to think about that, so instead you turn to Alfred.

“So,” you start, “Can I see your cereal collection?” you ask, like a totally normal person. Man, this cupboard’s looking pretty head-smashable right now.

This family has more tact than yours did, because they all manage to put their eyes back to what they were doing and pretend you weren’t acting really, really out of character. Rich people. They’re good at overlooking the crazy.

“Of course,” the butler clears his throat, “In here, you’ll find Master Dick’s collection-” score! Not another fan can claim this right, “-and in the fridge a carton of milk. Are you sure I couldn’t serve it for you, miss? I understand you might still be a little…”

His voice trails off. Little what?

He glances at the others and then leans in close like he’s going to tell you a secret. Behind a hand, he whispers, “Hungover.”

Ah. Well, yes, but you were a big girl who could make her cereal, even on hangover days. Kind of embarrassing it was that obvious, though. You were usually better at hiding how much of a mess you were.

“I’ll be fine, thank you,” you say, and the butler nods and backs off. You’re pretty sure at this point that he was the one who called you yesterday morning, but you still couldn’t quite recall his name. When you were out of sight, you’d check your phone for his contact information.

See? You could do this. Stealthy.

As you start perusing through the cereal options, Tim gets up from his spot by the counter and comes to stand next to you at the breakfast bar. He heads straight to the coffee machine, and you glance at it longingly.

It’s one of those cafe-quality fancy espresso makers, with an Italian name embossed in silver on the top. Tim manipulates the machine like a master, which you’re very jealous of because it might as well be alien technology to you. You miss your shitty drip coffee, at least that dingy little machine was loyal to you. Better than George.

“Coffee?” Tim Drake offers, glancing at you. Ah, the starry eyes are back. While Damian Wayne had been a mildly disappointing introduction, Mr. Drake was just reinforcing your celebrity worship. And of course, because your brain works against you, his offer reminds you of the daydreams you’d had on your first twenty-first birthday. Coffee shop au real person fiction- a new low, even for you.

Flustered, you look up at the ceiling. The old mansion is decorated in every single available corner, the plaster above spreading across the entire surface with delicate filigree and pretty curling patterns. It’s gorgeous, absolutely entrancing. That’s what you tell yourself at least.

“Please,” you say, your voice just the slightest bit too quiet. He hears you anyway.

It’s surprisingly domestic. Of course, you don’t know any of these people past face value and Wired YouTube interviews, but… it’s quite indulgent. This is sort of your dream, isn’t it? A full house of people enjoying their morning together. Peaceful bird song drifting in through open windows. The comfort of being around people you trust, not having to perform or put on a show. Well, you are very much putting on a show right now. It’s the thought that counts, or whatever.

“What would you like in it? We have sugar, milk, oat milk, and I like having a few syrups on hand,” Tim chatters excitedly, listing off the different ingredients he has on offer. Your poor ass stares at his rich one, and you are very rudely reminded these people live in different tax brackets than you.

Who the fuck had coffee syrups in their house? You could barely afford the little treats of caramel syrup you get every couple of months. The disappearance of the middle class was one you had witnessed personally.

You rattle off a very basic, bland order. Tim looks sort of disappointed in you which… well, you could be a coffee snob. You just didn’t have the time, usually. A flat white kept you going through the day, you didn’t need anything else. And so, Tim hands you a very bland coffee, and it is god sent. You can’t imagine how good it would be if you had mustered up your courage and asked for some caramel syrup.

Huh, you could be a coffee snob. You could be anything you wanted, really. And your first thought is being a coffee snob. Good God.

“Are you going to be staying?“ Bruce Wayne asks, immediately putting you on the spot. You weren’t ready for this, you were thinking about the coffees you could buy. Oh no, you really aren’t ready for this.

“At least for now, right?” Tim Drake says, just making it all the more stressful. You let out an awkward chuckle, fingers tight around your drink.

“Oh, I don’t want to be an inconvenience-”

Damian Wayne slams his mug down on the table, so hard a crack splinters up its side. He picks the cup up, strides across the kitchen, narrowed green eyes meeting yours for a second, and then he dumps the cup in a secret rubbish can. He murmurs an apology to the butler and then is out of the room.

Okay, well, you certainly feel like an inconvenience.

The butler clears his throat, and says, “Please forgive young master Damian. He’s been having a difficult time recently, I hope you can understand.”

And you think, ‘bitch, a difficult time?! He’s not the one who almost died last night!’ but what you say is, “Of course, I completely understand. I don’t want to bother him anymore so I’d really like to leave today.”

Mr. Wayne laces his fingers together, blue eyes giving you an assessing look.

“Stay for the day, and you can leave tonight. I want to make sure you’re truly alright,” he eventually says, and the mere presence of the man has you yielding to his commands. Didn’t really matter you were an adult who’d managed to survive this long on your own, you were listening to the big scary guy when he told you what to do.

Well, that’s that! You make your cereal and have a very quiet breakfast. You can’t tell if they’re being quiet because you’re here, or if mornings are usually like this. You hope they’re usually like this. Once you’ve finished your very nice cereal (one of the highest rated on Dick’s Instagram) you place the bowl by the sink. You want to wash it, but when you ask Alfred he gives you a look like you kicked his dog. Okay, you’ll just go then.

You’re about to sneak away, when you realise Tim’s staring at you… again…? But this time he seems quite focused on your clothing. His eyes follow the double lines on the side of your sweatpants, before settling on the Beatles logo on your shirt. He hums at it. Raises his brows.

“I’m sorry, I borrowed this because I didn’t have any other clothes. Is there something wrong with me wearing this?” you ask, and then experience a moment of horror, “This doesn’t belong to you, does it?”

“Hmm?” Tim chirps, “Oh, no, don’t worry. It’s not mine.”

And then he turns away from you in a very clear dismissal. Nice, you really wanted to go hide for an hour or two. With one last awkward wave to Bruce Thomas Wayne, you scurry out of the kitchen and back to the bedroom you’d started thinking of as yours. You need to figure out how you're going to handle all this, and you're going to do it alone. Maybe with some dessert, if you can find it. You wouldn't say you think better with sugar running in your veins, but it definitely makes you more willing to deal with the bullshit that is your life. Hopefully it'd work in your new one, too.

-

Tim listens to your retreating footsteps, waiting till you’re far enough away to begin talking to Bruce. Humans were creatures of habit, so you’d probably be going back to the same room you slept in last night. He thinks Damian and him were the only ones who noticed whose shirt you were wearing, B’s off his game today. You’ve really managed to mess him up, to Tim’s delight.

“See? Dames was totally fine with her being here,” Tim says, cheerily enjoying his youngest sibling’s suffering. Bruce sighs, witheringly, lifting his hand to rub against the headache he always has. He’s probably noticed the excited, slightly fanatic gleam that’s entered into Tim’s eyes.

It was sort of obvious. This was all so exciting! You’d come back, sporting absolutely none of the defensive vitriol you usually have, and ate breakfast together. You took a coffee out of Tim’s hands. You’d willingly spoken to the devil, who everybody in the family knew hated you as much as you hated him, and even more than that-

You’d spoken to Bruce. Tim was sporting the idea that you’d gotten head trauma, at this point in time.

“Okay, fine. You get the mission, but-” Tim has to resist the urge to clap his hands together like a gleeful child “-but no extra cameras. I’m serious, Tim, if I find out you’ve invaded her privacy just after she’s starting to warm up to us again-”

“She wouldn’t know,” Tim complains, cutting the Bat off with a roll of his eyes.

“She’s smarter than you’d think,” Bruce shakes his head. Tim has to disagree, after the catastrophe that was last night. Unless of course, you were just playing with them all. So many options, it’s dizzying.

“We’ll shelve that argument for later. So, I want full control of the case, and in turn, I’ll do another two weeks as CEO,” Tim waves off Bruce’s complaints, going straight into haggling. The CEO position was tossed between the two of them like a hot potato, and it was one of Tim’s favourite bargaining tools.

“I am absolutely not agreeing to that, a month and nothing less.”

“This is why half your children don’t talk to you, but sure, whatever. Chase away your last, loyal loving son-”

“My God, Tim. Three fucking weeks, and if I hear another word I will hand this matter over to Grayson,” Bruce sighs, sounding a bit defeated.

Tim gives an offended gasp, placing his hand against his chest. And then he realises Bruce might actually be serious, and freaks out a bit.

“He’d be bad for it. Far too personally involved. You definitely don’t want to do that,” he says, leg bouncing under the table. Of course, the Bat notices, but he doesn’t mention it. He wouldn’t take this from Tim, they both knew he was getting too frazzled around the edges. He needed something to focus on, to ground him.

You were the perfect project. He loved his projects.

“I am aware. But the girls are out of town, and uncontactable. And I think if I gave Damian this assignment the two of them would kill each other.”

“No Jason option, sir?” Tim says because he’s a shit-stirrer and wants to get to work.

Tim succeeds in chasing Bruce away. He’s left to have his coffee in peace as the old man quickly flees the room at the mention of the son he's on the worst terms with. For the next few hours, Tim taps away on his computer, enjoying his time.

And when the front doors open, his ears prick, and a decidedly evil grin spreads on his face.

“I’m home!” Dick calls out, words travelling through the grand manor.

Tim gets up from his seat and wanders leisurely to the main hall, where Dick stands. He’s got a suitcase by his side, filled with all the things he’s brought up from the Blud. When he spots Tim, Dick’s face spreads in a familiar sunny smile. He quickly rushes to Tim’s side, swallowing the younger brother in a hug. Tim groans at the tight squeezing.

Despite his clinginess, it was good to see him. His tanned skin glowed healthily, and his curly black hair was messy over his brow. Sapphire blue eyes sparkled. He was happy to be home, despite everything that was going on. Dick always looked like he’d just gotten back from a run because he usually had. It was hard to get the guy to sit still for even a minute, much less stop parkouring over every imaginable surface.

“Tim! How’s it been? Ah, it’s so good to be home,” Dick starts, and again, Tim groans. When Dick starts yammering he never stops.

“I’m good, man. We can talk later, you should go put your things away before Alfred does,” Tim reminds Dick, and Dick pouts. It was a general rule that unless it was cooking, the family wasn’t supposed to rely on Alfred for everything.

“Alright, alright. I’ll be down in a minute! I have so much to tell you,” Dick relents, hand lifting to mess with his hair. Tim pushes him off, glaring at the man, and Dick laughs.

Tim gives Dick a tired wave as the gymnast bounds up the stairs to his bedroom. Tim watches him disappear down the hallways, and thinks, ‘I wish I could see this happen.’ He sighs, guess he’ll just have to hear Dick retell the story later. The distant sound of your shrieking voice has him chuckling. Yeah, he’ll hear about it later, he’s sure.

MASTERLIST - NEXT

#Series:WWW #yandere batfam #batfam x reader #yandere dc #yandere batfamily #yandere x reader #dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #tim drake x reader #red robin x reader #damian wayne x reader #robin x reader

[yok00k]

LOVE.

pairing: pinkcoquette/Sanriolover!oc x bf!jk

genre: fluff, smut

“Sippin' bubbly, feelin' lovely”

Synopsis: you wanted to try the “pink coquette core” on your boyfriend and your poor sleepy dog

warnings: brief SMUT at the end, oc is desperate, clingy, and be waking everyone up @ midnight in the name of coquette core💀, too much love in the air, mention of jk only in his sweatpants, dirty thoughts, (pink bow should have its own warning too imo)

Author’s note: this is my very first work/drabble ^o^ I was mainly inspired by these outta pocket ‘coquette core’ videos on tiktok and it made me think about my man jungkook and my son bam (this is unedited & will probably stay that way, I just write for my own sanity)

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ⋆

Pleaseeee my kookie? I promise it will be quick” I desperately pleaded to him as I straddled him on the couch. I showered his entire head with plenty of my sweet kisses, trying to convince him to do a foolish video that’s quite trending today. The only response I got are his arms snaking around my lower waist while he continues to watch his tv show, Bloodhound.

Early this morning, I was scrolling on my ‘for you’ page and saw a bunch of pretty and pleasing coquette videos. Essentially, pink bows were wrapped around the daintiest [and most random] stuffs including ramen cup noodles, lip oil, or even a rose toy. Do I get the pattern of the coquette trend? Absolutely not. But one certain thing I’m sure of is that I will wrap a tiny baby pink bow around my boyfriend. And it will happen no matter what it takes.

Since offering him with plenty of affection doesn’t seem to work, I had to go down with my last technique. “I will grant you three wishes if you let me do it” I whispered softly to his ear. Immediately, he grabbed the remote to pause the show that he was so focused on .

“Anything?” Jungkook eagerly asked, two round, shining dark eyes gaze upon me as they search for assurance in my words. “Anything” I guarantee, kissing his pretty nose before getting off his lap.

―୨୧⋆ ˚

“koo stay still” I complained while giggling at the sight of him attempting to awkwardly stand still with a flimsy ribbon flimsy bow that looped around his torso and veiny arms.

‘How cute’ I thought.

While trying to capture videos and a couple of photos of him, I can’t help but to flash a grin. Small things like this really make my heart so full. Spending a solid quality time with him, even if it’s doing something nonsense is a memory I will forever value.

“So cute” I mumbled, staring at my phone as I went through the images I took seconds ago.

After a minute or two, Jungkook, who’s still standing, took a loud, deep breath.

“baby are we done yet?” he whined. “Oh my bad kookie” I rushed to turn off my phone to finally give my undivided attention to him. The ribbon tied around him got unfasten by me. Finally, he can breathe freely again.

―୨୧⋆ ˚

It was midnight when out of nowhere, another light bulb popped out of my brain on what (or who) to use the notorious pink decoration for. And in this case, I won’t be able to sleep unless I accomplish the sudden idea. Somehow, I managed to escape from Jungkook’s arms securely holding onto my waist. I quickly grab two pink short strips and head to the living room. The entire apartment was filled by silence and darkness therefore I turned the mini lampshade in the corner, causing Bam to wake up and immediately have his guards up. When he recognized that it was just me, he put his head down on the floor while holding a gaze on me as if he’s questioning ‘why is she bothering me at this hour?’

“I’m sorry for waking you up this hour bammie, mama just needs to do something real quick ok?” I gently explained to the Doberman. It didn’t take me so much time to delicately tie a not-so-tight bow around his both ears. What took time was taking good pictures of him for the reasons that he’s moving too much and doesn't know what on earth is going on.

“Look at mami bam” I whispered, snapping my fingers to get his attention to look in the camera. The poor dog keeps moving his head, figuring out the thing around his ears are for.

“Baby what are you doing?” an abrupt voice spoke behind me.

Shit. Turning my body around, I got a glance at the half lidded eyes filled with pure curiosity. As I examined his tall and muscular physique, I also didn’t fail to notice that he was only wearing a pair of baggy sweatpants. And when I say only, I meant only so don’t ask me for any color of something.

The things that my mind urges me to do.

―୨୧⋆ ˚

I dropped my knees in front of him, left hand wrapped in his upper leg while the other hand softly palmed his growing tent. I looked into his eyes as I gave his clothed cock few pecks, teasing him. Instantly he gave me a nod before throwing his head back, gesturing to me to keep on going.

I wasted no time and pulled down his sweatpants till an angry, hard cock that slapped his bottom abdomen was released from being suffocated. It’s too pretty, so desperate to be touched. Using my small grip, I wrapped my hand around his shaft, directing it right to my drooling mouth. I gifted his pink mushroom tip kitty licks, then proceeded to gradually bob my head up and down greedily to his cock as if he’s my last meal.

“mmh.. so good baby” jungkook shamelessly groans, the cold room is filled with nothing but dirty, loud moans. The noises motivated me to go on and also to do the best I can to make him feel good.

―୨୧⋆ ˚

“___, you still with me?” he asked again, bringing me out in reality from the filthy thoughts that've been going around the back of my head.

“yeah.. I was just trying the ribbon on Bam” I responded breathlessly as my gaze returned to his beautiful eyes. I just smiled, as if I wasn’t imagining an obscene scene with him a few seconds ago. “let’s go to sleep” I announced as I got up from the ground.

and before we sleep, I made sure to turn my little cute scenario into reality.

#jungkook x reader #jungkookxreader #jungkook imagine #jungkook fluff #jungkook fic #jungkook smut #jungkooksmut #hello kitty #jungkook fanfiction #jk smut

[abbyssx]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ִ ࣪𖤐๋࣭ ⭑⋆｡°✩ DREAM GIRL (HC)

or, a night with ellie!

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 warnings: none! pure fluff <3

₊˚⊹♡ the night was cold and outside the wind was blowing. you didn’t even realize your low humming had turned into loud singing until you got interrupted by ellie, who flirtingly says “having fun, mama?” while joining you in the bathroom, where you were doing your nightly skincare routine.

₊˚⊹♡ she hops on the vanity, and watches you with an odd gaze. she is a curious being, and true to her nature, ellie starts inspecting every single skin care product you own.

₊˚⊹♡ “what is this one for?” she would ask, to later sigh and say “you don’t even need all that”.

₊˚⊹♡ her presence is soothing, and her eyes are so full of love as she watches you move. she can’t help but plant a loud kiss to your cheek when you’re done, which ends in you protesting: “my skin was clean, you ruined it with your dirty mouth!”

₊˚⊹♡ “acting as if you didn’t love my dirty mouth, love”, she replied, making you blush.

₊˚⊹♡ you brush your teeth together before going to bed, ellie doing silly faces in the mirror to make you laugh. sometimes you have to remind her to brush her teeth, not because she forgets but because she is as lazy as she can get. “damn baby, i thought i was getting away with it”

₊˚⊹♡ when you go back to your room, she runs and literally jumps into your bed, plopping down with a groan. she sleeps with a big t-shirt, boxers and socks, because she gets too hot to sleep with pants on but her feet get cold if she doesn’t wear socks. she’s just weird.

₊˚⊹♡ as soon as you comfortably get under the covers, she is clinging to you like a koala. she gets love drunk when she’s sleepy, and domestic routines like this make her even more infatuated with you. she likes to sit on your thighs and kiss all over your face, squishing your cheeks while mumbling sweet nothings in a baby voice.

“ohmygoshiloveyousomuchyouaremybabyarentyou?!”

₊˚⊹♡ you stay awake for a while before actually falling asleep. sometimes you are both on your phones watching tiktoks, ellie nearly screaming “babe come here you need to see this!” when she finds a 5 minute long video titled “funny cat bloopers”. which ends up in you both wheezing with tears in your eyes.

₊˚⊹♡ the sound of your laugh makes ellie laugh even more, and her laugh does the same to you, so it’s a loop until you’re both gasping for air and about to pee yourselves. when you start to calm down, ribs aching and breathless, you look at each other and you start manically laughing again.

₊˚⊹♡ other times, you just spend hours basking in each other’s presence, softly caressing each other’s body and mumbling sweet nothings.

₊˚⊹♡ later on, when sleep starts to take over, ellie holds you to her chest while she plays with your hair, talking a little bit about your days and eventually falling asleep.

₊˚⊹♡ but that loving, calm aura doesn’t last long, because as soon as ellie falls into a deep slumber, the chaos begins.

₊˚⊹♡ she wiggles from one position to another, all night long. from you being in her chest, to her being the little spoon, then the big spoon, then being completely on top of you -making it hard to breathe- and then being stretched out all along the bed while you sleep far away, in a corner.

₊˚⊹♡ you wake up at least three times per night to get the blanket back, often being tangled between your bodies or bunched up at the end of the bed.

₊˚⊹♡ her dad snores sometimes wake you up scared shitless, you could never understand how something so loud comes out of such an angelic tiny body.

₊˚⊹♡ she totally drools. on you. you’ve become used to waking up to ellie calmly sleeping with her face on your stomach, and a big, warm, wet patch where her mouth is at. ew (ellie williams)

₊˚⊹♡ she always wakes up hungry in the middle of the night, sneaks out of bed to get some snacks and eats them in bed. don’t be surprised if you wake up from your beauty sleep to ellie (loudly) munching on some cheetos and watching fortnite gameplays with her earphones with the volume so high that she doesn’t realize she nearly screams “want sum, babe?”

₊˚⊹♡ when she can’t go back to sleep, ellie likes to watch you. she quietly observes how your chest moves with your deep breaths, the way your brows furrow when you’re dreaming, your eyelashes meeting your cheeks. she can’t help but hide her face in your neck, inhaling strongly just to get drunk on your scent. my girl is so down bad :(

₊˚⊹♡ and when you wake up to her beautiful sleepy face, with a tiny smile and brushing your hair out of your face, and she whispers a “morning sleepyhead” before kissing your nose, you realize no weird sleeping habits could make you love this girl less.

a/n: short but sweet right? it’s been a while since i’ve written so any advice is welcome <3

mwahh!!

#⋆˚✿˖° abbyssx! #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams tlou2 #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams tlou #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams the last of us #the last of us

[kombuuuu]

ONGOMG I saw a Tiktok and it has Miles webbing up your hand while hand holding bc he’s so clingy and I can def imagine it 🥺

Also particularly weak for Pavitr doing the “pinky finger hook” thingy instead of hand holding bc he’s too much of a cutie

OWHHHH MYYYY GOD ANON IM INSANE FOR THESE MEN!!!!

1610 would SOOO web you together omg that’s such a cute headcanon. He’d be the type to grab the straps of your bag, or the bottom of your shirt just so he doesn’t get lost in crowds — or vise versa.

if he couldn’t web you, like you guys were in a civilian setting — hed sooo get you guys those bracelets that like connect to one another,, not the magnet ones, but the ones that clip. so there’s actually no way you could leave his grasp

he’s so clingy it’s unbelievable, you makes jokes with him about getting those leash backpacks at this point

he gets one — spiderman themed.

“Miles Morales, what the hell is that.”

“It’s… a gift?”

“I’m not putting that on.”

“Conejita, please!”

“That’s humiliating!”

“I think it’s romantic.”

“You’re insane!”

/

“Miles! How long does this last?!”

“Oh about two hours., why?”

“I have class in 40!”

“Oh… Skip?”

“I swear on my momma—“

“Okay— okay, i’ll find the dissolvant >:(“

—

42 is more obvious with his attachment. not only holding your hand, but is a huuuuge fan of you linking your arm with his,, he gets so flattered when you hold his arm, subtly flexing under your hands while you hug his bicep to your chest

when it’s not that — a hand around your waist is a given. or maybe he’d be the type to do the cliche ‘hand in your back pocket’ just to be cheesy

we all know he’s a goofy bitch he’s just in denial

“Ma, C’mere.”

“Wh— Yeah, what’s wrong?”

“Pay attention to me.”

“Miles I’m talking to—“

“I don’t care >:|.”

“You’re being so subtle.”

“Shush, I like showin’ you off.”

“Pff.. Whatever.”

“Pout all you want mamas, I know you love it.”

—

Pavitr, my boy my love

god he would SO link pinkies with you

he’d see you getting all nervous around his family and just hook his pinky around yours. sending you a cute reassuring smile

he’d give you goofy grins when you walked like that in public, and if you walked in front of him, he’d grab your belt loop, trying to match his feet with yours so he didn’t bump into anyone

ALSO ALSO !!!! he’d be the type to not want to let go at all for anything, so he’d just try and do tasks with one hand

and if your holding his dominant, he’ll fumble around trying to do things and watch you giggle

you’ll kiss the tip of his nose and tell him to finish up while letting go of him, and he’ll pout and grumble but eventually get things done quicker — so he can get back to you

“Baby, just let go for a second.”

“No, I’m doing fine, Thithli!”

“Pav.”

“Mmm, fine fine. Whatever It’s not like i’m sad about it or anything.”

“Your pouting.”

“You’re laughing!”

“I’m sorry!!”

“My heart is shattered.” :C

“Oh— I’m done. Yippee!” C:

#໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა #across the spiderverse #miles morales #miles morales x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderverse x reader #earth 42 miles morales #miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #pavitr my beloved #pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr headcanons #pavitr x y/n #pavitr x you #pavitr x reader #pavitr fluff #miles my beloved #earth42!miles x reader #pavitr prabhakar x you #pavitr prabhakar x y/n

[twilghtkoo]

have you seen the tiktok of a girl who made her boyfriend a little sprout to put on his gaming headset ??? its so cute and reminded me of hyuck 🤏🏻

pairings. streamer!haechan x reader (f)

genre. fluff

note. STOP RN ANON i haven’t seen that tiktok but i’ve seen some where ppl make a lil sprout bc a few months ago i crocheted me a sprout for my headphones 😭 but THIS IS SO CUTE BC HAECHAN WOULD LOVE IT thank u for sending me this,,,, here’s another streamer/gamer hyuck drabble

[ haechan masterlist | masterlist ]

—

“i play val a few times but i prefer overwatch, they’re both enjoyable but overwatch is better in a lot of ways, for me personally. but if i’m in the mood for a tense flick-type game, then i play val.” haechan answers a comment, as he’s waiting in the game queue.

he’s sitting relaxed in his gaming chair as he watches the comments fill in. some disagree with him and some agree.

“which one does yn like? she likes overwatch more, she likes that there’s a more wide range of characters than val. she’s not really into fps games, she says they’re too intense for her.” he chuckles at that. “she only plays overwatch because i do and because she wanted to bond with me since it’s one of my favorite games. she’s cute,” he mumbles the last sentence, grinning as he continues reading numerous comments from his viewers.

chat is going crazy at the mention of you.

he’s about to read another comment before you quietly knock on his door, he whips his head around to see you carefully peeking your head through the crack of the door.

you have a sheepish smile, knowing he’s streaming and you didn’t want to bother him but you also have something you really wanted to show him.

haechan doesn’t seem to be bothered at all, because he smiles at you waving you inside.

“what’s up baby?” he slides one side of his headset off, letting you know he’s listening.

you make sure to stay out of the camera since you’re only wearing a t-shirt, one of his t-shirts to be exact. and the end of the shirt stop just below your butt.

you take your hand out from behind your back to reveal a green crocheted sprout.

“ooo, what’s this?” his eyes widen as he carefully takes it into the palm of his hands to closely examine it. he admires how neatly each chain is and how precise it is to a sprout. the two leaves shaped perfectly.

“i made this for you, it’s a sprout and it’s supposed to go on your headset.” you explain.

he spins his chair around to face you and he slides off his headset. “really? how, put it on for me.”

you lightly giggle as you take the headset from him to slowly loop the sprout around the top.

you squeal out of excitement but also taking pride at how good it came out. “see!”

“woah, baby this is so cute.” he gasps, putting his headset back on and looks at himself on the camera.

“chat, look what yn made me!” he shows off the top of his head, scooting closer to the camera that sits on top of his monitor and scooting back.

“hi chat!” you spoke up, finally greeting yourself to his viewers.

“it looks like a sprout is growing on top of my head,” he expresses. shaking his head left to right watching the sprout wiggle.

he rolls his chair a bit off camera to wrap his arms around your waist, squeezing you. “thank you, i love it. it’s staying on my headset.”

your arms circle around him before your hands curl around the back of his hair, softly tugging it. “you’re welcome, i’m gonna make me one now so we’re matching.”

you pat his back as he unwraps his arms around you and rolls back in front of his desk.

“bye chat!” you say out loud, as you’re at the door, blowing your boyfriend a kiss before leaving.

user i just want what they have

#yeow6n #haechan fluff #lee donghyuck #nct fluff #haechan drabbles #haechan #haechan imagines #nct dream #haechan x reader #nct scenarios #nct drabbles #nct dream fluff #nct 127 fluff #haechan imagine #nct haechan #lee haechan #haechan short drabbles #boyfriend!haechan #gamer!haechan #streamer!haechan

[okkotsuus]

PLEASE i need that dealing with ur ex as ur boyf but for barou cus i KNOW that man would GO OFF!

ex encounters (bllk pt.2) !

no because barou would beat the shit out of someone. i'm jut gonna include the rest i wanted for pt.2 with this <3

features: barou s. jingo r. rensuke k. meguru b.

contents: bad exes. ig hurt comfort. kind of comical. barou tries to fight someone. raichi actually fights someone. barou, raichi, and kunigami are physically imposing. bachira pretends to be cray cray (is he really pretending tho?). they're adults bc i said so. 1.9k words.

tw for the exes: copying you. light implied obsession. second choice. gas lighting. being physically imposing. cheating. implied love bombing. stage 5 clinger (derogatory). extremely mild stalking? (can't think of a better word for it).

pt.1 — pt.3 — pt.4

barou would be so bothered, he would verbally degrade the poor dude to tears. not to mention how physically imposing the man is, the ex would be SPRINTING away.

it all started about three years ago when you broke up with your ex, because you just didn't love him anymore and didn't want to keep him trapped in a loveless relationship.

you always felt bad about it, but never bad enough to get back together with him. especially not after barou had barged his way into your life, conquering your heart.

you were sitting on a bench in the park while waiting for him to come back from getting ice cream for the two of you. y'know, not expecting to see your ex, you were minding your business and scrolling though tiktok.

"y/n, hey!" you looked up to see your ex, at first you were confused because frankly, you didn't recognize him. he had changed a lot about himself, physically, dying his hair and dressing different.

part of you already had an idea where this was going. so, you just smiled at him and tried your best to be polite.

"oh, hello." yep, polite, but not nice so that it would lead him on. he stated blabbing on about how he had changed a lot lately, talking about things from the food he liked to the music he listened to. you noticed that it was all things that you had done or liked back when the two of you were together. it was kind of creeping you out.

"i guess what i'm trying to say is: will you please give me another chance. we should be much more compatible now-" you watched half in amusement and half in shock as a cone of ice cream was sat on his freshly coiffed hair.

your ex whirled around in anger, but immediately when dead still when he saw who did it: your boyfriend, barou. he was now holding only one ice cream as he stared down on your ex.

"you dare to speak to MY servant? begone from my sight, you filthy donkey." his words were spat with a venom as he threateningly stepped towards your ex who ran away.

he grumbled and handed you the ice cream he didn't shove on your ex's head, watching as you looked at him with stars in your eyes. he just huffed and ruffled your hair, looking away to hide the slight flush on his cheeks.

"he won't bother you again, but you better share your ice cream with me as a thanks."

jingo would swing on sight. i’m being so deadass he would sucker punch them and spit on them before looking at you all smiley and walking out while holding your hand.

while on a date with raichi, you had lost him in the aisles of the target that you had chosen to torment. you and him had been having a grand time while terrorizing everyone there with your boisterous cackles at any little thing that slightly amused you.

you had looped around an aisle to find him after walking too fast and he was no where in sight. at first you thought he was hiding from you as a joke so you jumped at the beginning of every aisle to try to catch him off guard. but no one was there.

well no one except your ex. because of course he was there. why wouldn't he be in this random target while you just happened to by separated from your boyfriend?

he wasn't a terrible person per say, but he just had a tendency to choose other things or people over you. that was just something that gnawed at you until you snapped which lead to this big fight, where he accused you of making everything up. that was the last straw for you so you broke up with him and never spoke to him, ignoring his calls until they stopped coming.

but here he was, standing directly in front of you, a wobbly smile on his lips that didn't match the look in his eyes. "hey, honey. how've you been? i've been really bad without you..."

you didn't answer and just stared at him while backing off slightly. he just continued, taking a step forward for every one you took back.

"i really miss you, you make me complete"

"you don't really mean that." the words flew from your lips before you could think, speaking the cold and harsh truth. he knew that as his expression turned in anger, taking a bigger step towards you.

but he was immediately thrown back by a fist ramming right against his cheek. he flew back and stood there stunned, taking in the sight of your boyfriend. his widened eyes, sharp teeth, and muscular form. raichi was cracking his knuckles as he growled at the guy.

your ex was about to swing back only to be punched straight in the nose, falling to the ground, being temporarily knocked out. raichi spat on him and turned to you, grimace turning into a sweet grin. he held your hand as an employee kicked you out of the store.

"we're definitely banned, don't regret it though angel, there are other targets."

rensuke would be just annoyed. he knows what he looks like compared to most men and just stands behind you while looking at the guy, doesn’t even have to do anything.

you were sitting at a table in your favorite restaurant while kunigami went to park the car, wanting to optimize the time that it would take to wait for a table. surprisingly, it wasn't very packed so you were able to get one as soon as you asked the hostess.

so, here you sat, sipping on your water as you waited for your boyfriend to come back to join you.

what you didn't expect was to feel an unfamiliar hand on your shoulder, turning to see your ex. he wasn't anything special; the typical cheater. he was so sweet to you at the beginning of it all, treating you as if he was your world almost instantly. that really should have only clued to you that he was hiding something.

he cheated on you with not only one person, but THREE. so he was the furthest from someone you could get back together with. so when he started doing the same sweet lines that he had given you during the beginning of your relationship, a familiar sense of dread set in.

"hey there pretty, missed ya so much, why don't i join you here?"

you just shook your head as you noticed rensuke approaching from the front of the restaurant. you had stopped listening to your ex and you watched his form talk to the hostess.

she pointed in your direction, and you watched as his gaze moved upon you and the predicament you were in. he sent an apologetic smile your way as he walked with a slight haste you way.

"...and those are the reasons why we would be perfect if we got back together." he finished off a long spiel that you, frankly, weren't listening to. you just nodded, watching as rensuke settled behind the guy, waiting for him to notice.

"that's nice and all, it's just: i already have a boyfriend. plus, you cheated on me." your ex just sighed and began to start complimenting you, saying he was such a fool.

rensuke cleared his throat as he stood with his arms crossed, a brow quirked. he was kinda hot like this, to be honest. your ex just turned around and when he saw him, you saw his eyes widen.

your ex just looked between the two of you, acknowledging your loving gaze at the other man, he just sighed and left. rensuke snickered and sat across from you, flipping through the menu.

"can't take ya anywhere, can i, sweetheart?"

meguru would go like feral. he would start talking to the monster in front of the dude and just make him think he was batshit crazy. i mean, it worked, so whatever.

you were sitting with bachira on a bench while he idly chattered about bees. you just smiled as you listened to him list off all sorts of things that you couldn't understand through the jumbling of his words from excitement.

suddenly, your pleasant afternoon was interrupted by a voice shouting your name. you turned to see you ex running up to you with a smile. he never really left you alone, even after you had broken up. always happy to see you and insert himself into anything that you were doing. like a nosey dog. somehow, he was everywhere you were, like he knew you'd be there.

"heya! how've you been, missed you!" he went in for a side-hug but you scooted further into bachira's side, skirting away from it. bachira had long forgotten his beloved bees, instead scrutinizing your ex with a hollow, yellow gaze.

"hey..." you trailed off, lookng away as he sat down, squeezing into the two person bench, legs against yours. so you leaned further into bachira, relishing in the arm he draped over the back of the bench to rest around your shoulders. you also saw the glare your ex shot his way.

"just wanted you to know that i've really missed you, and i'm practically begging you for another chance!" his tone was chipper as his eyes glared harshly into your boyfriend, holding all but friendliness.

bachira suddenly burst into laughter, cackling like a maniac. he looked at the ground in front of the two of you, as if something was there.

"d'you hear the never of this guy? flirting with my partner right in front of me?" he spoke to nothing, it took you a little aback at first before remembering about his 'monster.' your ex just looked at him with wide eyes, clearly freaked out.

bachira nodded at the spot, mumbling agreements. he suddenly turned to your ex, looking him dead in the eye, piercing into him. his face was blank, eyes wide and empty, the only expression was a smirk on his lips.

"the monster in me says that the world would be better of without you... and i agree." your ex jumped up and muttered a goodbye to you before speedwalking away.

you turned to bachira and watched him shake his head like a dog, expression returning to normal as he looked at you with sparkly eyes and a genuine smile. your heart returned to normal as he kissed your shoulder.

"i may be crazy for you, sweet thing, but i'm not actually crazy. yet..."

okkotsuus 23

#bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock #blue lock x reader #barou shouei #barou shouei x reader #barou x reader #jingo raichi #raichi x reader #jingo raichi x reader #raichi jingo #rensuke kunigami #rensuke kunigami x reader #kunigami x reader #meguru bachira #meguru bachira x reader #bachira #bachira x reader

[stvrni0lo]

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

chris sturniolo x reader (fluff)

summary: in the spur of the moment, chris admits his love

warnings/notes: kissing? but that’s about it

requested?: no

> > >

Being with Chris for the past few months had been nothing short of exhilarating. He always found a way to keep you on your toes. Just as you thought you found out everything there is to know about him, he would do or say something that completely threw you in for a loop.

He was an exciting person - and you liked that.

Now as you lay across his sheets, phone in hand, you were sure that this time - 100% - there was nothing that he could say that would surprise you.

Oh how wrong you were.

Chris jogged into the room, hands filled with snacks and two cans of pepsi. Dropping them onto his bedside table, he threw himself onto the space next to you, causing the bed to bounce haphazardly. The springs squeaked with each up and down motion of the mattress.

“What’s up? What’re you watching?” he asked, his head peeking to look at your screen.

“Just tiktok. I keep seeing those stupid grimace shake videos,” you stated.

Wrapping an arm around your waist, he leaned his head onto you so that he could see what you were talking about.

“Yeah, well leave grimace alone and pay attention to me.”

You felt a slight poke on your cheek and you smiled, turning to look at Chris. You clicked your phone off to throw it somewhere to the side and move your body to fully face your boyfriend.

“Don’t be jealous! Grimace could never replace you,” you joked.

“Yeah I know! Bro doesn’t even taste that good,” he said, referencing the prior video he had made where him and his brothers tried the new McDonald’s milkshake. He grimaced (lol) at the memory of the taste.

“Oh and you do?”

He gave you playful scoff as if to show his disbelief that you would even question it. With his warm hand inching to the back of your neck, his breath fanned across your face as he responded.

“You tell me.”

And with that he leaned into you, capturing your lips in a slow kiss.

He pulled back, anticipating your response.

You knew what he wanted to hear, but you decided to drag the game on a little longer.

Feigning like you were deep in thought, you hummed.

“I’m not sure. I couldn’t quite tell.”

With another lean forward, his lips brushed against yours quickly before the gap was closed once again.

His fingertips brushed across your cheek, causing your skin to tingle at the contact. There was nothing like kissing Chris. Head tilting to the side, he silently urged you to keep going. Unfortunately, you also needed oxygen right at this moment.

Hesitantly you pulled back from him, leaning your forehead onto his in order to catch your breath.

“Yeah- I guess that was cool or whatever,” you teased.

Chris jokingly pushed you back onto the pillows, pretending to be annoyed, and lay his head onto your stomach. His hands wrapped around your back, holding you close to him. You began to play with his long, unruly curls, earning a slight hum of appreciation from the boy on-top of you.

“Y’know, I really like you,” he said breaking the comfortable silence.

Your head almost spun at how sweet he sounded. Never had you felt so appreciated before.

“I like you too, Chris.”

He lifted his head to meet your eyes. Shifting his weight so that he was leaning over you, he spoke again.

“No like- I really, really like you.”

His voice almost faltered as he desperately tried to get his point across. He knew what he really wanted to say, but nerves got the best of him.

Your brows furrowed in confusion.

“I know, babe. I really like you too,” you said, playfully mocking his previous sentence.

Fingertips tickling your face, Chris moved to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His eyes looked different - there was an emotion there that you had never seen before.

“I’m trying to say that I love you, goof.”

Your heart skipped several beats. Of course it wasn’t odd that he had said those words to you - I mean you had been dating for months. A part of you just always expected you to say it first. However, hearing it come out of his lips sounded better than you could ever imagine.

A smile found it’s way onto your face, and you spun Chris around on his back. You began peppering kisses all over his face, ignoring his giggles and pleas for you to stop your ticklish antics. Moving from his jaw, to his cheek, to his forehead and nose, and finally to his lips.

Halting your movements, you whispered a response.

“I love you too.”

And with that, you leaned down to kiss him once more.

#chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo imagine #christopher sturniolo #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets x reader #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo

[fairyofjaeyun]

k s n ➳ wanna play? ꨄ

[2:02] now playing: I want u - sellhis

[warning] sort of dubcon, fingering (male receiving), grinding, pet names, some boob fondling, lots of teasing, praise, sunoo being cute af

2nd person // 1.3k words

[a/n] I just love softsub!sunoo <33

requested 💟

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most of the members were out at schedules, either doing photo shoots for the brands they were sponsoring or doing interviews—all but jay and sunoo.

jay was, as expected, fast asleep in his room. now, you knew better, yet you still went to check on him anyway and nearly got jumpscared from seeing him sleeping with his eyes wide open.

sunoo was resting on the couch, his legs crossed and scrolling through his phone. his face fell into a natural pout until he found something cute or funny that made his eyes crinkle and his cheeks round.

after recovering from the horror that was jay’s sleeping face, you chose sunoo as your next victim to bother. you took a seat on the floor by his head and asked, “whatcha doin?” even though you could clearly see him on tiktok, most likely looking for another trend for him to do.

“oh nothin,” he matches your playful tone, eyes still attached to his phone but a smile curves his thick lips.

“I’m bored,” you sigh, hoping the cute boy would take pity on you.

he looks at you, only for a moment before going back to the video that’s already looped twice. “me too,” he says, innocent to your true intentions, and his smile falters when your hand started running up his chest, feeling up his pecks and lightly brushing his nipple.

“wanna play?” you ask, mischief written all over your face. your hands continue to rub along his chest and he gasps and finally lowers his phone when you ghost over his nipple again.

“w-what do you want to play?” he asks, still so innocent. that’s what you loved about him, how oblivious he was. he was your sweet little angel to corrupt.

you answer by grabbing his chin, your thumb and index finger squishing his soft cheeks, and turning his head to kiss him. he’s too shocked to kiss back at first, but eventually his lips move in sync with yours and he softly moans into your mouth. you applied more pressure to his nipple, feeling it harden beneath your finger.

sunoo whimpers and pulls away, his eyes glossy, “not here,” he whines and pouts again, despite his dick bulging through his shorts.

“it’s okay, baby,” you shush, your hand slowly making it’s way towards his bulge, “jay’s asleep and everyone else won’t be here until the evening.” you kiss his nose and softly scratch your nails down his abs.

again, he gasps from your touch and his hips jut into the air, his dick already searching for some stimulation. he’s hesitant, but his body can’t help but react and give in to you pleasuring him.

you kiss him again and this time he’s quick to kiss you back, his tongue prodding at your lip. you let them part so his tongue explore your mouth, meanwhile your fingers are dancing just above his cock, making it twitch beneath his shorts. he whimpers again, pleading with you to touch him by bucking his hips some more.

finally, out of pity, you trace one finger along his shaft. it instantly twitches and you could feel the small wet patch forming from his precum. he tries to rub against you, and you palm him, feeling him get even harder.

this time, you’re the one to pull away so you can whisper, “sit up,” and sunoo immediately obeyed as if he were in a trance. he watches you with his captivating eyes as you get up and join him on the couch. you let yourself get lost in them, in awe of the milk chocolate speckles melting into the darker brown of his eyes while your hand rubs up his thick thigh.

you give a couple more pecks, briefly letting your tongue lick his bottom lip, then look down his lap. you could see his cute bulge beneath his clothing and you drag your hand up his thigh to palm him again. sunoo quietly moans and grinds into you, letting his pretty eyes close and his head fall back.

you let this go on for a few moments, because he just looked so precious, then pull away. he opens his eyes immediately and pouts, “why?” he whines, rolling his hips into the still air in hope to feel your touch again. your answer is another quick kiss to his nose, one last wholesome gesture before you roughly grab his hips and pull him onto your lap.

sunoo gasps at your sudden manhandling, his hands flying to your shoulders and an unexpectedly loud moans leaves his lips when his dick rubs against your lower abdomen, which makes him bite his lip in embarrassment. he easily becomes overwhelmed as your hands travel up and down his curvy waist and your lips begin nibbling at his neck—trying oh so hard to contain any loud noise that his moans become beautiful whimpers and cries.

“I love your body, sunny. it’s so pretty,” you whisper against his neck, groping at his lower waist. he shivers when your hands sneak up his shirt, your touch on his skin making goosebumps rise. “y-you do?” sunoo responds, barely thinking straight as he presses his aching dick further against you.

“yes, baby. it’s so soft and curvy, I can’t help but grab onto you,” you glide your hands down his back into his pants and squeeze the soft skin of his ass, provoking another loud, lewd noise to escape from him. he kisses you as you pull his shorts and boxers down past his ass and your hands massage him. then he cries against your lips when you spank him, the smack reverberating across the living room and his body clenching.

“please,” he starts, breathless, “not so loud, please-“ he breaks off into a mewl when your finger starts rubbing his hole, his hips pushing forward to grind on you. his head is now laying on your shoulder, his cheek squished against your neck as you continue teasing him. you let him rub himself on you, feeling his cock throb.

you put pressure on his hole, slowly entering him and feeling the warmth of his walls. you make sure to be gentle, since there was no lube, stopping at the knuckle to let him adjust.

he starts to kiss at your neck, and his lips feel soft and wet against your skin. then you feel him arching back, even spreading his legs a little bit to feel more of your finger inside of him.

“you’re so cute when you’re getting off on me,” you say, almost in a trance as he keeps grinding, your other hand grabbing at his ass cheek. finally, you move your finger, slowly opening him up. sunoo squeaks into your neck, still trying so hard to be quiet. “come on, let it out for me,” you encourage as you sink deeper into him, prodding for his prostate. he lets himself moan a little louder, only to cry out when you finally find it.

he grips your shoulders tighter, lips lazily sucking and licking at your neck, “I wanna cum, please,” he whines, a hand now traveling to your breast. he cups it gently in his hands, softly squeezing and grazing your nipple over your shirt.

“of course, my pretty boy. cum for me,” you finger him faster and he starts fucking himself on you again until he cums, not caring about the mess he makes on your clothes or how his whimpers were definitely loud enough for jay to hear. no, he let himself cum all over you while still squeezing your breast, nearly crying at the peak of his orgasm. “there you go,” you tell him as he calms down, slowing your movements and playing with his hair while he body goes limp against you.

“thank you,” he says softly once he’s caught his breath, both arms now wrapped around your shoulders. he lays against you for awhile and you comfort him by rubbing his back, until he suddenly adds, “I love when you play with me,” and kisses your neck once more.

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[winxanity-ii]

𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

╚»★«╝ 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡-𝟒𝟐/𝟏𝟔𝟏𝟎!𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 x 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ╚»★«╝

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: fluff x 3

‌🇷‌🇦‌🇹‌🇮‌🇳‌🇬‌: non-explicit

🇵‌🇴‌🇻‌: 2nd person; You/Your

🇩‌🇪‌🇸‌🇨‌🇷‌🇮‌🇵‌🇹‌🇮‌🇴‌🇳‌: in which, you come across the cutest tiktok confession.

🇼‌🇴‌🇷‌🇩‌ 🇨‌🇴‌🇺‌🇳‌🇹‌: 5.6k

🇦‌/🇳‌‌: Once again, sorry for the lack of updates, college life is no joke...don't do it y'all, jkjk 👀 but fr, just had a cute lil thought i wanted to indulge in 🥹❤️

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You're lounging in your dorm room, your phone in hand as you lazily scroll through TikTok. It's just another typical evening, filled with catchy tunes and viral dances, until you stumble upon a video that captures your attention.

It's a boy, seemingly around your age, his screen filled with the genuine warmth of someone who wears his heart on his sleeve. His profile name reads milesmorales, with the caption , "Falling without saying a word... 🥺💕," compelling enough to make you stop and watch.

The boy—Miles—in the video is undeniably cute; he's got a head of tight curls, skin a rich shade of brown, and hazel eyes that sparkle with a kind of bashful enthusiasm. But it's his smile, accompanied by the appearance of dimples, that really gets you.

He's awkwardly adorable, his words tumbling out with a mix of shyness and awe. "There's this person in my lecture hall..." he starts, his voice tinged with a nervous excitement. The apple of cheeks are a soft pink, and you find his bashfulness endearing. He talks about them as though they're the sun—bright, warm, and utterly captivating. "They're just... amazing, you know? There's something about them. I can't stop thinking about them," he stutters, looking down with a shy smile playing on his lips.

As the video progresses, Miles' cheeks turn a deeper shade of red as well as the tips of his ears. He's visibly struggling to express his feelings, yet he perseveres, driven by the strength of his emotions. "I think I might... I might be in love," he confesses, his voice barely more than a whisper. It's a bold statement, especially for someone who admits, with a flustered grin, that he hasn't even spoken to them yet. "I've just seen them from across the room," he says, laughing nervously, his hand coming up to shield his eyes as if to hide from his own confession.

The video ends with him looking down for a moment before meeting the camera again. "I don't even know if they know I exist, but I just had to share this."

As the video loops back to the beginning, you're struck by the sincerity and sweetness of his confession.

"Aww," You find yourself smiling at your phone, touched by his raw, unpolished honesty. He's not playing it cool or trying to be something he's not. He's just a guy, overwhelmed by his feelings for someone he's never even talked to.

You find yourself replaying the video, drawn to his earnestness. There's something about his demeanor that's incredibly relatable and real. It's like watching a scene from a movie, except there's no script here—just a boy, a phone, and a crush that's taken him completely by surprise.

You can't help but wonder about the person he's talking about—is they aware of the lovestruck boy who adores them from afar? The thought lingers in your mind as you continue scrolling, the Miles' shy smile imprinted in your memory.

Curiosity piqued, you notice a comment pointing to another video. It's a follow-up, just as viral as the first. You click, and there he is again—with earnest eyes, now a familiar presence on your screen. Miles voice, soft and almost reverent, draws you into his world once more.

He's trying to articulate his feelings better this time, speaking of the person he's never directly spoken to, yet feels so deeply for. As he talks, his eyes shimmer with an unspoken joy. "It's weird, right? How you can feel so much for someone you've never talked to? But every time I see them, it's like my day gets a little brighter."

Miles' voice takes on a softer tone, almost reverent, as he describes them. He recounts small details—how quiet they are and how they seem isolated at first but are actually incredibly kind, always ready to help others. You find yourself drawn into his narrative, seeing this person through his eyes.

"They have this quiet strength about them," he says softly, his eyes lighting up. "It's like, they don't need to be loud to be noticed. Their kindness... it just speaks volumes."

He shifts slightly, pausing as if gathering his thoughts. "And the way they have this way of being there for people, even when they keep to themselves. It's like they don't even realize how sweet they are. It's just... part of who they are. It's amazing to watch. I admire that, I really do."

The video concludes with a moment of vulnerability, his gaze shifting off-camera, a wistful tone in his voice. "I just wish I could tell them all this, ya know? Just walk up to them and say it. Maybe someday," he murmurs, more to himself than to his audience.

You find yourself scrolling through the comments, where viewers have poured out their hearts in response to his vulnerability:

starlightdreamer This is the cutest thing ever 😭 You HAVE to talk to them! funnyguy87: Dude, if you don't tell them, I'm stealing your lines for my crush 😂 hopelessfalleesr23: Manifesting a guy like this for myself 😍💕 mysterygirl123: If it doesn't work out with them, I'm right here! comediequeenie: Plot twist: This is marketing for a netflix rom-com. jkjk can't wait for the next update 😂 sinceritiesqueaks: This is so pure. It's rare to see someone so genuine. Don't lose that spark! They're lucky ❤️

"Saammmee," You can't help but giggle softly at the comments, finding the whole situation endearingly sweet.

Curiosity leads you to Miles' TikTok profile, to devour his other videos. There were only four more since the viral one—each one a treasure in its own right. The most recent one catches your attention immediately. In it, Miles addresses the growing curiosity about his crush's identity. "So, my account's blown up way more than I expected," he starts, a mix of surprise and caution in his tone. "And to answer the question everyone's asking: no, I won't be showing what they looks like. The reasons? I don't want someone sweeping in before I get my chance to express my feelings, and I definitely don't want them getting hate from people being delusional. That's it. I hope that clears things up. Now, please stop asking."

You can't help but vocalize your admiration, "We stan an intellectual king," admiring his consideration and respect for his crush's privacy.

The second video is a delicate blend of candor and restraint, hinting at what led to his latest update. Miles appears hesitant, weighing each word as if he's trying to maintain boundaries amidst his sudden online fame. "I get that you're all curious, and I appreciate the love, but please stop flooding my DMs for updates. It's not about what they look like, it's about who they are, the person I've come to admire from a distance. I'll share more about them, sure, but I'm going to keep it vague from now on. Some things... they need to stay just between us, even in this digital world."

Each word he speaks feels like a secret shared just with you, despite the thousands of other viewers. You're drawn deeper into the story of this boy and his unseen crush; his words painting a picture of an affection that's pure and profound, leaving you eagerly anticipating the next chapter in this digital love story.

In the third video, he responds to a comment about his appearance.

budsinlighter: Why are you so afraid to confess/talk when you're this good-looking?

As you watch, you find yourself nodding agreeing—Miles really is handsome. His face, a beautiful blend of African-Latino heritage, is marked by a rich brown skin tone that glows under the camera light. His hazel eyes, fringed with curly eyelashes, are deeply expressive, radiating a mix of vulnerability and warmth.

But it's his smile that captures your heart—a boyish, charming smile that brings out small dimples at the corners of his full, two-toned lips. There's a hesitant yet genuine quality to it, like he's still getting used to being seen and appreciated.

Miles' hair adds to his distinctive look—3B curls in a stylish brown undercut, the sides neatly trimmed, making the curls on top stand out even more. His skin appears smooth, almost poreless, adding to his youthful appearance. His high cheekbones are accentuated every time he smiles or laughs, adding to the boyish charm that makes him so endearing.

Miles answers with a shy laugh, "I guess I don't really see myself like that. I mean, on campus, I try to dress nice sometimes, but mostly, it's just a big hoodie, sweats, and a beanie for me." He fiddles with the sleeve of his shirt, looking more like a boy trying to find comfort in his own skin than the confident image he's portrayed.

He continues, his voice dropping a bit as he shares something deeply personal. "Growing up, I was... different. I was lanky, had acne, pretty short. Got a lot of flak for it, from family and at school." He shrugs, his eyes drift away from the camera, as if revisiting those memories isn't easy. "So now, even when people call me attractive, it's hard to believe. I still feel like that kid sometimes, you know? It's weird getting compliments when you've spent so long seeing yourself in a completely different way."

As he speaks, there's an honesty that resonates with you. His struggles, his transformation, the dissonance between how the world sees him and how he sees himself – it all paints a picture of someone who's grown, yet still carries the scars of his past.

"Poor baby," You sigh, feeling yourself relate to him even more.

As you tap on the last video, you see that it's a six-minute Q&A of Miles answering the most liked questions from his viral video's comments. You lean in, intrigued.

The intimate setting of his dorm room, with posters adorning the walls and a soft light casting a cozy glow, makes it feel like a personal chat.

kirano-indemguts: How old are you?

Miles responds with an easy smile, "I'm 19, born in August. Makes me a Leo, if anyone's into astrology."

gimmiegimmeamaniepedi: Height?

He looks momentarily puzzled, as if the question hadn't crossed his mind before. "Oh, uh, I'm not sure how tall they are, but I don't really care, tall, short. But if you mean me, I think I'm around 6'2," he says, giving a small, almost shy laugh. He gestures to his frame, as if to offer a visual confirmation of his height.

kiranoeiw: Are u a top or bottom 😛

Miles' expression shifts to one of mild confusion and embarrassment. His voice drops to a near whisper, and he looks down, a blush coloring his cheeks. "I, um, I don't really know what that means..." He coughs slightly, regaining his composure. "Let's go to the next question."

hhhobies: your video make my whole day💗💖✴🌺 but can you make my hole weak?💞💞✌🏻

He reads it out loud, his voice tinged with amusement.

For a moment, Miles blinks, his expression one of confusion. Then, as the meaning of the words sinks in, his eyes widen slightly, a blush creeping up his cheeks. He stutters, momentarily lost for words. "You guys really just go for it, huh?" he finally manages to say, his laughter breaking through the initial shock.

Shaking his head in disbelief but still smiling, Miles quickly moves on to the next question, his laughter still echoing in the room.

samiyasosa: Have you ever been in a relationship before?

Miles hums thoughtfully, his fingers absentmindedly tousling the top of his hair. "No, I haven't," he admits with a hint of vulnerability. "I was kind of just... there, ya know? Watching everyone else navigate dating and relationships while I never really jumped in."

You find yourself nodding in agreement, his words mirroring your own experiences. Like Miles, you had always thought it smarter to wait until after high school to explore dating, a decision advised by adults around you. Now, in college, you find yourself inexperienced in the dating scene.

Your attention returns to the video as Miles falls into a moment of quiet reflection, his sigh soft and contemplative. He looks away, his gaze distant. "If they're not interested or I get rejected, it's okay," he speaks, his tone imbued with a sense of bittersweet acceptance. "I can't force anyone to like me. Everyone's their own person, right? Sure, it'll hurt, but... that's life."

You didn't need to see the question to know what was asked because his response was more then enough; his ability to accept and maturity to prepare for any potential outcomes of his crush situation earn your silent applause.

The video ends with him mustering a smile, shrugging off the sadness. "I'll keep you guys updated. Bye for now, and thanks for all the support."

As the screen goes dark, you let out a sigh, echoing his sentiment. "Same, Miles. Same," you mutter, feeling a connection to his candidness and honesty. Your thoughts briefly wander, pondering the complexities of unrequited feelings and the bravery it takes to express them.

The shrill sound of your alarm abruptly pulls you back to reality, signaling the end of your brief escape into Miles' world. With a groan and an exaggerated eye roll, you shut off the alarm and sit up, preparing to switch gears. "From crushing on a TikTok confession to deciphering ancient myths," you quip with a touch of sarcasm, reaching for your mythology textbook. "Because clearly, my academic life is as thrilling as my non-existent love life."

As you gather your study materials, a final glance at your phone screen shows Miles' TikTok account still open. Finding his entire situation and candidness on his account endearing, you can't help but press 'Follow', a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. There's something about him—his vulnerability, his honesty—that resonates with you. Eager to see how his story unfolds, you make a mental note to keep up with his updates.

With a newfound sense of connection, albeit to a stranger on the internet, you turn your attention to your homework, the mythological tales waiting to be unraveled. Yet, somewhere in the back of your mind, the thought of Miles and his unspoken love story lingers, a sweet distraction from the mundane routine of college life.

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A weary groan escapes your lips as you trudge into your dorm room. Glancing to the left, you notice your roommate's side still empty, a stark reminder of her absence since Fall Break. Now, with Winter Break fast approaching and the weight of semester final exams bearing down, her continued absence feels more pronounced.

You shuffle to your side of the room, dropping your backpack with a thud onto the desk. Exhaustion overwhelms you as you collapse facedown onto your bed, letting out a muffled scream into your pillow. Your brain feels like it's been put through a blender after completing your final mythology exam.

Apsu, Hercules, Persphone, Gilgamesh,Antigone,Tiamat,Aphrodi—AHHH! So much to recall!

You're so grateful for your professor's open-notes policy. Though the only downside was that you were only allowed three-notecards to put said notes on. An award should be given for the way you managed to cram an entire semesters' of lessons onto those three cards.

Your hand lazily reached into your pocket to fetch the notecards and see if they reflected anything you recall from the exam, but it came up empty. Your face scrunched up into confusion only to relax as the memory of giving them away comes back. You can still picture the sea of stressed faces in the exam hall, the clock ticking down, TAs patrolling the room. Luckily, with your trusty cards, you managed to finish with 45-minutes to spare; you must have given it away in such a generous mood.

"Oh well, I did my good deed for the day," you muse with a resigned sigh, kicking off your shoes and burrowing into the comfort of your blankets. Your phone in hand, you prepare for a well-deserved TikTok binge session.

A few weeks have passed since you first discovered Miles' account. Today, your scrolling comes to a halt as his face appears in a new update. He's outdoors, away from the familiar confines of his dorm room, his cheeks tinted with excitement and a hint of nervousness.

As Miles begins to speak, the world around him fades into insignificance. He's sharing a story about his crush, each word pulling you deeper into the narrative. You lean in, captivated, as he recounts the events, oblivious to everything else but his story unfolding on your screen.

He describes the moment with a sense of wonder in his voice. "They were one of the first to finish the exam," he says, his eyes lighting up at the memory. "As they walked up the lecture hall, they made eye contact with me. Just for a second, they slowed down..."

You can almost see it happening—the quiet of the exam hall, the tension in the air, Miles sitting there, lost and overwhelmed. Then they appear in his story, a momentary savior with a simple question that changes everything.

Miles' voice softens, a smile creeping into his tone. "They mouthed, 'Do you need notes?' I just nodded, too stunned to speak. And then, they did the most amazing thing." He pauses, as if reliving the kindness in his mind. "They dropped the notecard near my foot, pretending to pick it up for me. Like it was mine all along."

You picture the scene: their quick thinking, the subtle exchange of the notecard, the careful glance to ensure they weren't caught. It's a scene straight out of a movie, and you're captivated by every detail.

"Their smile..." Miles continues, a dreamy quality in his voice. "It was so genuine, so kind. For a moment, my heart just... stopped. And when it started again, it was like a drum in my chest."

You can feel his confusion, his awe, the rush of emotions that must have coursed through him. The way he describes it, you're right there in that lecture hall, watching the scene unfold, feeling his heart skip and restart.

As he recounts the moment, an unexpected memory flashes through your mind. You see yourself back in the mythology exam room, finishing early. Your attention is drawn to a figure hunched over in the corner. A boy, unmistakably overwhelmed, with his hoodie drawn over his head and his leg tapping out a nervous rhythm against the floor. The scene is crystal clear in your mind—the palpable sense of his distress pulls at your heartstrings.

You recall every detail...his slouched posture, the way his hoodie shadowed his face, his leg nervously bouncing as he stared down at an exam paper, still on the first page. Your footsteps slowed as you approached, noticing his pencil tapping against the small foldable desk in a frantic tempo. When he sensed your presence, he looked up, his eyes meeting yours in a moment of silent communication.

In a hushed tone, barely above a whisper, you asked, "Do you need notes?" His nod was all the confirmation you needed. You quickly devised a plan, crouching beside him and pretending to pick up the notecard you had secretly folded in your hand. You were acutely aware of the TA's watchful eyes pausing their patrol, scrutinizing your interaction for any signs of cheating. You flashed an innocent smile to the TA, then turned back to the boy, saying softly, "Here, your notecard fell under your seat." Placing the cards gently in his hands, you offered him a reassuring smile before gathering your belongings to leave.

Snapped back to the present by Miles' voice on your phone, the pieces suddenly click together. As the realization dawns on you, the video becomes a distant drone in the background. That boy was Miles.

You were the one who helped him. He was the boy you helped.

Your heart races as everything clicks into place. The crush Miles has been talking about all this time... it's you.

In a daze, you drop your phone, the reality of the situation crashing over you like a wave. He likes you. Miles, the earnest, kind-hearted boy from TikTok, likes you.

"Hold up... HE LIKES ME!?!" The thought sends you rolling onto your stomach, screeching into your pillow in disbelief. "That hot piece of a man likes me!?"

After a moment of wild disbelief, you slowly sit up, a whirlwind of thoughts swirling in your head. What should you do? Should you reach out to him? The thought of initiating contact with Miles, knowing he has feelings for you, sends a thrill of excitement mixed with nervousness through you.

As you contemplate your next move, a sense of anticipation builds within you. This isn't just a story unfolding on your phone screen anymore; it's happening to you. And somehow, that makes it all the more exhilarating.

Gathering up courage that you didn't know you had, you decide to take a leap of faith. With a mix of nervousness and excitement, you type out a message to Miles on TikTok, your fingers hesitating slightly over the send button.

@butt-Y/N-nna Did the notecards help?

The question feels both monumental and incredibly simple.

You glance at your own TikTok profile—less than two followers, a single grainy video, a username that now seems embarrassingly childish, and an anime icon. The vulnerability of reaching out to someone like Miles, who seems so put together, suddenly hits you.

Almost an hour ticks by with no response, the silence stretching out uncomfortably. Each minute feels longer than the last, filling you with doubt.

Finally, Miles' reply comes through:

milesmorales Yeah, it did. Statistics is a tough course.

Confusion furrows your brow. You type back, trying to keep your tone light despite the mix-up:

@butt-Y/N-nna Stat? The only notes I gave out were for mythology. So, if you used it for that, sorry to say, but you failed, bud.

You hit send, and then there's nothing but silence. Miles' profile goes inactive. A heavy sigh escapes you as you berate yourself for possibly jumping to conclusions. It's a huge college, and you weren't the only one helping others during finals. Laughing at yourself for even entertaining the thought, you swipe off the app and impulsively delete it, your heart sinking just a bit.

But just before the app disappears, a new text notification from Miles appears, lost amidst your hasty decision. You don't see it, consumed by your self-doubt and the decision to move on, leaving the possibility of what might have been with Miles unanswered.

The following week, as you return to your mythology class to discuss a possible makeup exam with your professor, a hooded figure sitting near the door catches your attention. You take the empty seat next to them, unaware of their sudden tenseness and subtle shift in posture.

Lost in your own world, you mindlessly scroll through your phone, diving into the latest #fnafxreader stories. Your AirPods are in, blaring Keane's "Frog Prince." The lyrics resonate with you in the moment—"Your prince's crown...Cracks and falls down...Your castle hollow and cold."

Meanwhile, the figure next to you is engrossed in their own phone. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a text popping up on your phone from the dorm floor group chat. It's about Miles going live. For a brief second, you consider redownloading TikTok to join in, but the gripping Michael Afton x reader fanfic you're reading—as well as lingering embarrassment—holds your attention too tightly. You make a mental note to ask your dorm-floor friends for a recap later—they're just as obsessed with this cute TikTok love story as you are, and you've spent many evenings in the lounge room discussing it. So, with a swipe, you dismiss the notification and dive back into your story, the intriguing plotline drawing you in once more.

Your heart pounds in your chest, each beat echoing the terror that courses through your veins. Blood trickles from the cuts scattered across your body, the result of your desperate attempts to escape. Gasping for breath, you glance at your watch: 5:25 AM. 'Just 35 minutes to go,' you tell yourself, your mind clinging to the hope of surviving until dawn. You push forward, your feet pounding against the cold, hard floor of the empty corridor. The eerie silence is punctuated only by your labored breathing and the distant, ominous hum of the pizzeria. You can almost feel the malevolent gaze of the animatronics lurking in the shadows. As you turn a corner, a chilling sound freezes you in your tracks – the unmistakable metallic thunks of someone, or something, pursuing you. Panic surges through you. 'Shit, shit, shit,' you curse under your breath, your eyes desperately searching for a haven. Spotting a room nearby, you lunge towards it, slamming the door shut behind you. From beyond the door, a hauntingly familiar voice sings out. "Y/N~" Michael's voice is taunting, playful yet sinister. "It's not nice to run away during a playdate~" Your eyes narrow, and your lips press into a thin line as his words seep into your ears, sending shivers down your spine. Memories flood back to the day you saw Michael's true nature – the day he and your brother cruelly played with little Evan, placing his head inside the mechanical Fazbear head. That moment should have been a warning sign of the madness lurking within Michael, but you never anticipated how his obsession would turn towards you. Now, trapped in your role as a security officer at the pizzeria, you find yourself not only evading the demonic animatronics but also Michael, whose fixation has morphed into a deadly game of cat and mouse. The room you've taken refuge in feels claustrophobic, the air thick with tension. You press your back against the door, listening intently to the sounds outside. Every creak and whisper heightens your fear, and you brace yourself for what might come next. This pizzeria, once a place of joy and laughter, has become a labyrinthine nightmare, and escaping unscathed feels more impossible with each passing second. BAM—the door...

The intensity of the fanfic is cut short by your notification bar going off incessantly. There are so many messages coming in from the group chat that you can hardly read a thing. With a huff, you click off the fanfic to see what all the fuss is about. "It better not be another fire drill because someone was smoking," you bitterly think, recalling the last time you all had to stand out in the cold at 3 in the morning because someone smoked in the dorms.

As you open the group chat, you're bombarded with messages, all talking about Miles' current live session. The excitement in the chat is palpable, but you can't help feeling a bit detached, still nursing the sting of your recent embarrassment. Just as the flurry of texts seems to slow down, you finally have a moment to catch up on a few messages before another wave hits.

Toni No because Miles is freaking out on live because he sees his crush and doesn't know what to do!!

Kiko Didn't he post earlier that he think he might have gotten in contact with them recently???

The chat erupts again before you can process this.

Kyi The live is BOOOMING! AHHHH! WAIT HE SAID HE'S LOGGING OFF AND FINNA SPEAK AJUSHGSBSBHSA

Your curiosity piques, but before you can delve deeper, a deluge of new messages floods the chat, making it nearly impossible to keep up.

You start to type a message, asking for more details, but you're interrupted by a throat-clearing sound. You look up, wide-eyed, half-expecting to see your professor giving you a disapproving look. It wouldn't be the first time you've been caught off-guard while reading. Instead, the source of the interruption isn't your professor at all. It's the figure seated to your left.

Turning your head, your lips are pulled into a slight pout, a mixture of frustration from the incessant chatter in the chat and the unexpected disturbance. As your gaze settles on the person next to you, your brain takes a moment to register who it is.

It's Miles.

The realization hits you like a ton of bricks. There, in the flesh, is Miles, the same guy you've been reading about, discussing with friends, and watching from afar on TikTok. He's right beside you, the subject of the flurry of messages on your phone. Your heart skips a beat, and for a moment, you're speechless, the line between the virtual world and reality blurring strikingly.

Miles' eyes roam over your face, as if he can't quite believe you're real. He clears his throat again, looking away briefly as his ears and the apples of his cheeks flush a light pink. "I-..." He pauses, collecting his thoughts, then meets your eyes again, his expression morphing into a half-cute, boyish smile. "Thanks for the notecards. I still don't get why our professor thought it was realistic to remember the birthplace of Odysseus's fake alias, Quintus Metellus, from 'The Odyssey.' I mean, who actually remembers he claimed to be from Crete?" he jokes.

You return his smile, feeling a sense of ease. "Heh, I try. As you could see from those cards, I really didn't want to fail."

Miles chuckles, sitting up straighter, a newfound confidence in his voice. "Hey, I don't blame you. Honestly, if it wasn't for you, I would've had to repeat this class, no joke."

Rolling your eyes playfully, you wave off his compliment. "Please," you giggle, "I've heard about you from my doormmates; you're practically a genius in chemistry. Acing exams, breezing through lectures, even correcting the professor once or twice."

At your words, Miles looks bashfully at you, his lips curling into a sweet smile, his head tilting slightly as he gazes at you, almost as if he's seeing you for the first time. His eyes wander over your features—from your eyes to your nose, then your lips—as if trying to memorize every detail. In his look, there's a sense of yearning and awe, reminiscent of how Hippolytus might have gazed upon the goddess Artemis in his final moments, a look filled with admiration for something pure and unattainable, his expression tinged with the bittersweet understanding of beauty admired under the shadow of an unjust fate. This gaze, filled with a mix of reverence and a hint of sadness, seems to say you are his Artemis, a figure of innocent wonderment amidst the complexities of his world.

"What?" you ask teasingly, raising an eyebrow to mask your growing fluster.

"It's just… you're really cool," His voice carries a soft tone, mixed with endermeant.

You smile and shrug lightly, a playful tone in your voice. "What can I say? I'm awesome."

A soft smile spreads across Miles' face, his eyes softening in a way that leaves you momentarily breathless. The usual intensity that lingers in his gaze transforms into something tender, a warmth that seems to reach out and touch you. "Yeah... you are," he says, his voice low and filled with a gentle observation that seems to see not just you, but into you.

The way he says it, with such earnestness and a hint of awe, makes your heart flutter in a way you hadn't anticipated. It's as if his words carry more than just a simple affirmation; they are laced with an unspoken admiration.

It's your turn to clear your throat and look away to try and compose yourself. Your thoughts are interrupted as the professor's office door swings open, and out walks a blonde-haired girl.

"Now Gwen, I want this to be the last year you retake my course—" Professor Osborn starts, but Gwen cuts him off with an exasperated sigh.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she says dismissively. "But be real, Mr. Osborn. I wouldn't have to retake your course for the third time if the other subjects in your department were competent to teach their subjects."

"Yes, but focusing solely on mythological romances isn't going to get you very far, Gwen. You need to balance it out with another course," the professor retorts.

Gwen sighs and waves a hand dismissively as she walks away. "Yeah, got it," she mumbles, her gaze briefly landing on you and Miles. There's a momentary linger in her eyes, especially on Miles, before she continues on her way.

Professor Osborn clears his throat, calling up Miles and apologizing for the delay. "No problem, sir," Miles reassures him, getting up to follow. He slows his steps as he reaches you, leaning in slightly. "I'll wait for you after your appointment, yeah?"

You can only muster a nod, still finding everything surreal. As Miles walks into the professor's office, you're left alone with your thoughts, the weight of the moment settling around you. You realize that this isn't just a fleeting encounter; it feels like the beginning of something new, something real.

As you wait for your turn with the professor, your mind races with possibilities. The unexpected twist of fate that brought you and Miles together in this academic setting, away from the screens and chats, feels like something out of a story. Yet, here you are, living it.

When your appointment with the professor ends, you step out, finding Miles waiting as promised. His smile is warm, inviting, and for the first time, you feel a sense of excitement about what lies ahead. "Wanna grab lunch in the U-Center?" he asks, and you can't help but smile back, nodding in agreement.

As you walk alongside Miles, chatting about mythology, classes, and everything in between, you realize that sometimes, life has a way of bringing stories off the screen and into reality. And perhaps, just maybe, this is the start of your own real-life story.

ahahaahah. not me indulging in college romance. y'all im just out here being delusional and need and outlet 💀💀

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[iluvshinytwink]

Lipstick - Jude Bellingham

Synopsis: In which a trend on tiktok piques your interest.

"Stay with me I don't want you to leave."

a/n: PLSPLSNPLSSS KNOW WHAT I'M TRYING TO DO OKAY ITS THAT ONE TREND WHERE THE GIRL HAS LIPSTICK AND SHE FUCKS THE LIPSTICK UP AND HER BF PANS IN WITH LIPSTICK YK YK WAHHH

One night, a particular tiktok audio kept playing from your phone. With every scroll, that same audio would play. Jude looks over to you, curious about the audio that was on loop.

Jude looks over to you, eyes barely meeting your phone screen.

A girl was seen in the video, putting on lipstick before the lipstick smears off. Suddenly, a hand wipes off the lipstick and the camera shifts to a boy, the girls boyfriend presumably. The boy smiled brightly and his face was smothered in lipstick stains.

Jude couldn't help but notice your soft smile. "Wanna do that?" Jude suddenly asked. You felt yourself flinch, looking at your boyfriend. A spark twinkled in your eyes as you realized what your boyfriend had just said. "Do you want to?" You smiled cheerfully. "Sure, baby." Jude chuckled. A squeal erupted your lips, quickly getting out of his bed and into your bag.

"I want to pick the lipstick!" Jude shouted, watching you scurry into your bag. You responded with a delighted hum.

You go back to the bed with your boyfriend with a pouch in hand. You tossed it on Jude's lap for him to explore. Jude's hand begins to scurry through the bag, going through your lipsticks.

"This one looks cute." Jude smiled, taking a lipstick out. A smile wrapped your lips. "This one's cute too!" Jude gasps, taking another lipstick out.

Jude takes out 3 lipsticks total. "Pick one, baby." You said softly, the same smile on your lips. "I can't." Jude sighed. "Can we put lipstick on me too? And I can kiss you too." Jude suggested, looking at you with the brightest smile. Oh, how the sun would be jealous of how bright his smile was. A deep blush flushed your cheeks, a bashful smile appearing. You nodded with a smile.

You took Jude's phone, opening his camera so you could apply the lipstick.

He doesn't know why but Jude always loved looking at you apply these products on your face. It was what made you beautiful, more than you already were. The way your eyelashes fluttered every time you blinked, the way your lips popped with the color of red, the way your cheeks dusted a light pink. Jude looked at you, your eyes focused on the camera as you applied the lipstick. The lipstick glided into your lips, coloring it.

"Done!" You smiled, putting Jude's phone down. Jude blinks out of his daydreams, smiling at you softly. "Where first?" You giggled. Jude taps on his cheek.

You cup Jude's cheeks with your hands, bringing his face closer to yours. Jude closes his eyes, a toothy smile flashing you as he tried to keep his excited giggling to himself.

You pressed your lips into his cheek tightly, Jude laughs. You pull away, a print of lipstick staining his cheek.

With that, you began pampering his face with your lips. Jude's giggles and laughter echoed through the house.

"Jude stay still!" You laughed. Jude cocks his head back, laughter bursting out.

At this point, Jude's face was covered in red. "One last!" You said, pulling Jude's arm. "Okay, baby. Okay!" Jude said in between laughter.

Jude sighs, calming himself down, a grin still on his face. You bring your lips to his lips, securing the last kiss. Jude's heart beats out of his chest as he quickly kissed back. You pull back, a bashful smile on your face. Jude was silent, no laughter, nothing. Jude smiled at you softly, his eyes slowly getting devoured by yours.

You applied the lipstick on your lips one last time for the tiktok.

You pressed record, applying the lipstick on your lips before smearing it outside your lips. Jude's hand makes contact with your chin, wiping the smeared lipstick away. You focus the camera on your boyfriend.

A love struck smile was on his face. His eyes softened. His eyes had nothing but love for you. His lips wanted nothing but yours. His smile was for you. He was for you.

Your eyes meet his, a bright smile curling your lips. His eyes didn't leave yours, following them wherever they went.

You ended the tiktok, Jude was still smeared with lipstick. "My turn." Jude says, taking another shade of lipstick from the bed. You laughed.

"Baby, help me with the lipstick, I don't know how to do this." Jude laughs, handing you the lipstick. "Okay, comet closer." You whispered.

You took off the cap, twisting the lipstick into view. Jude looked at your movement intently. You looked at Jude's lips. Jude felt himself holding his breath.

You applied the lipstick onto his plump lips. Jude looked at you wholeheartedly, stiffing his body so you couldn't be bothered. Jude heard his heartbeat banging through his ears.

You pull away with a smile. "You're done." You smiled.

Your eyes shifted its direction for just a moment but then a pair of lips find yours.

You were a bit shock but reciprocated the sudden kiss. Jude pulls away, looking at the stain that the lipstick left. A grin appears on his face.

Jude nears you again, this time planting his lips on your cheeks. Giggles erupted the room.

Just like lipstick, you've stained me. You've stained my heart, my body, and soul.

TIME CHECK 10:36 ITS NOT TOO LATE TO POST FOR MY WEDNESDAY POSTING RIGHT 😣😣

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham imagines #iluvshinytwink #imsoslaying #delulu hours exe

[littledata]

I know you’re probably working on those prompts, but I, too, just ended up on North Sea tiktok, and if you have time, I’m curious what Ava’s reaction to that particular algorithmic destination would be. Because like, Bea’s the most capable person ever, but those waves are Very Big, and why isn’t everyone tethered to the boat at all times??

(From the on that dizzy edge universe. An example video if anyone would like context.)

For a long time, Ava's TikTok experience was predictable. It mostly went: hot girl biting her lip, hot girl playing guitar, hot dude baking a cake, weirdly mesmerising crafting video, drama about people she'd never met, hot person kissing another hot person.

The number of straight-up thirst traps has been on the decline recently though - mostly because Ava just has to turn her head and Bea will be changing her shirt or using a hammer or standing perfectly still, all of which is a lot hotter than any video she's ever seen. In its infinite wisdom though, The Algorithm has seen her scrolling past those videos and decided it needs to fill the void with something else.

That thing, apparently, is North Sea TikTok.

They're lying in bed when it happens for the first time. Beatrice had spent the first few weeks after she came home insisting they should try to maintain separate bedrooms, move their relationship along at an orderly and appropriate pace, but she pretty quickly gave in to the allure of spooning and her bedroom defaulted to being both of theirs.

Now, before they go to sleep, they often end up lying side by side while Beatrice reads one of her insane books about lesbian necromancers or whatever and Ava scrolls TikTok or reads fanfiction about hot people falling in love in coffee shops and stuff. It makes her feel mature and settled and safe in a way that's sometimes so exciting she has to take Bea's book out of her hands and make out with her about it.

Anyway, so they're doing that (lying in bed, not making out) when it shows up on her for you page. It starts with the weird, slow sea shanty, then there's the huge waves, and then someone is getting slammed in the face with the fucking ocean.

Ava lets it loop. Then she lets it loop again. Then she taps on the suggested search north sea tiktok and she's presented with a thousand more videos exactly like the first. People falling overboard and huge waves crashing over ships and and and -

"Bea." Ava taps her arm insistently.

Bea looks up from her book without much concern - she doesn't use TikTok but she does submit to being shown Ava's curated favourites. Also, she's wearing glasses and she looks super cute.

No, Ava, don't get distracted.

"Bea," she repeats and holds her phone up to her face.

Beatrice watches with a scrutinising gaze. When the video finishes, she says, "They really shouldn't be filming in those situations, it's distracting them from proper safety precautions."

Ava stares at her. "That's all you have to say? They could have died."

"Possibly," Beatrice agrees. "Once someone falls overboard it's very difficult to recover them, although certainly not impossible. And it depends a lot on the kind of ship. I assume someone wouldn't post a video where someone died though."

Although Beatrice's naivety about what people are willing to post on the internet is adorable, Ava's mind is stuck somewhere in between the words overboard and impossible. Even Beatrice, careful and capable as she is, couldn't keep herself from being swept off her feet by some of those waves. Ava can picture her so vividly, disappearing under the surface.

"You're not making me feel better about this."

"Oh." Beatrice blinks in surprise as if she has only just realised that they aren't having a purely practical discussion. She puts her book carefully down on the nightstand. "I'm not sure what to say. I can't lie to you and pretend it isn't dangerous. Those are cherry-picked clips showing the worst though, it isn't always like that."

Which, yeah, okay, Ava already knew it was dangerous. For all the months that Beatrice is away she lives with the low-level, prickling anxiety that the next call she gets will be telling her Bea is hurt, or worse. It's different seeing it though, seeing how quick it is, how powerful -

"How often are you in the north sea?" she asks, as if that's the only problem with it.

Beatrice winces, "Well, it depends. The contracts I work - " She explains something complicated and lengthy about shipping and demand and the company she works for and Ava thinks she's the most interesting person in the world but this stuff is, also, a little bit boring and she's still pretty busy picturing her girlfriend's imminent death.

She needs to send these videos to Camila. If there's anyone she can rely on to overreact with her, it's Camila.

"Ava," Beatrice says, seeing that she's lost her. She tugs Ava's phone gently from her hands and puts it down next to her book. Then she wraps one arm around Ava's shoulders and the other around her waist and pulls her in close.

Ava has always loved being hugged by Bea, even before they got together - she's strong and solid and lets Ava hold on for as long as she needs to. (Also, she smells fucking amazing, like, all the time).

It wasn't until they started dating that she realised Beatrice had been holding something of herself back though, not letting herself relax entirely whenever they touched. Now, it's as if her whole body sinks into it, like some tension evaporates the moment Ava's arms are around her.

Ava pushes her face into Beatrice's chest and inhales, lets herself hide there in the fabric of her shirt for a moment. It's dark and warm and hard to worry about anything.

"I promise I do everything I possibly can to come home safe to you," Beatrice says into her ear, "I'm sorry I can't give you any more reassurance than that."

"Okay," Ava says, voice muffled against Beatrice's chest. It's not enough but it has to be enough. This is Bea's job, the thing she loves more than anything else, and Ava won't ever touch the sanctity of that. "I'm still going to worry about you."

"I know." Beatrice presses a kiss into her hair and pulls back, "I worry about you too though, when I'm gone."

Ava rolls her eyes, "The most dangerous thing that could happen to me is Lilith finally snapping and turning on everyone she loves."

"So fairly likely then?" Beatrice asks.

Ava snorts, "Like a 90% chance."

They settle themselves to go to sleep, lying down fully and adjusting the pillows and blankets. That's another thing Ava learned recently: Beatrice - her big, tough sailor - likes being the little spoon. She won't admit to that, obviously, but she sighs contentedly whenever Ava wraps her arms around her from behind.

So when Beatrice reaches up to switch the lamp off, Ava does just that, presses herself against Bea's back. She listens to Beatrice's breathing become slow and even, and she clings on.

#extra writing #asks

[nomizombie]

Picnic with boyfriend!König x GN!reader ... 🥪🌿🌻

[SFW/Fluff/Wholesome] ; a little hiking, piggy back rides! making flower crowns!! picnic obviously, sandwiches because they are my favourite food, krapfen because i love fruit jam!!!! gender neutral reader, no usage of y/n :>

[A/N] ; once again another tiktok inspired me

“König..? How much longer?” You croaked from behind him. The two of you had been climbing a hiking trail for the last half an hour. You were starting to lose feeling in your legs.

“Just a little longer!” He called out in front in that familiar accent you'd grown to love.

“I really don't think I can go any further..” you stopped, panting as you watched your boyfriend saunter ahead of you, carrying a basket full of baked goodies and tupperware sandwiches.

He turned back when he realised he could no longer hear the crunching of leaves and sticks behind him.

“Schatz..? It's only a little farther… Come on.” he walked up to you, bending down to look at your face.

You shook your head, still a panting mess.

“Ah…” he groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. He thought for a moment before an idea struck him. He dropped the basket down onto the dirt.

“Oh! Schatzi. Idea. Climb onto my back.” He grinned at you wildly.

“Climb... your back?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Just do it!” He nudged you, turning around and kneeling so you could reach.

“Are you sure? I must be heavy I mean…”

“Oh don't say such nonsense! Hop on, ja?” He tapped his back.

You contemplated for a moment.

“Come on, I'm double your size. You're like an ant to me.” He said, reassuring you.

That sure helps.

“Wow. Gee, thanks.” You spoke flatly before placing your hands on his shoulders and hoisting yourself onto him. Once you were comfortable, he straightened his legs, raising you up in the air.

“Holy shit-“ is this how he saw the world every day? No wonder he walks over you so often.

“Like the view?” He smirked at you before picking the basket back up.

“Youre like… a total giraffe!” You laughed. Your feet dangled off the ground, resting by the sides of his hips.

“Ready?”

You happily hummed in response.

He chuckled and continued up the trail. It was only a few more minutes before you and him finally came upon a breezy grass clearing.

“Oh my god, its... breathtaking.” You beamed, feet finally touching on the soft lush grass.

He smiled at you before unpacking your little woven picnic basket.

“I made some Austrian goodies — and sandwiches of course, since you like them so much.” He spoke, muttering the last part quickly.

He laid down the blanket, a soft red and white checkered blanket with flower accents. Then, he retrieved an assortment of utensils and cutlery, white porcelain bowls and plates, and lastly but not least, a tupperware stack of your favourite triangle-sliced sandwiches.

“You must wait for the Austrian goodies. I want to save them for last.” He flashed a boyish smile at you before handing you a bottle of his favourite sparkling water.

You took a sip, letting the bubbles sit on your tongue as you took a long inhale of the spring air. Nothing could be better.

You picked at the grass, plucking a couple of daisies from where you were sitting.

"Say, König, have you ever made flower crowns?" You asked him, rolling the stems in between your fingers.

"Flower crowns? Nein.."

"Really?!" You stared at him widely, "Never?" You asked again.

"Never...?" He said, a little confused.

"Oh. My. God! I'll make you one this instant!"

You got to work immediately, carefully threading the daisies through each other until you had a sizable loop. One that you know would fit the massive skull of your boyfriend.

"Here. Try this one." You beamed at him, passing the crown into his hands.

He carefully placed it on his head until it fit snugly against his fluffy hair.

"Ta...da?" He smiled awkwardly at you.

Your eyes widened, pupils dilating.

"You look so adorable!" If only you could take a picture right now.

"I wish I could save this forever." You sighed. König hated taking pictures. He would absolutely smash a phone into pieces (and has) if someone refused to delete candid photos.

"Like a photo?"

"Yeah. It's alright though! I know you don't like them..."

He grinned at you.

"I think I can make an exception for you." He reached into his backpack, pulling out an old polaroid camera.

"This one is too blurry to have any good photos." He explained.

"You're really letting me...?" You asked, barely able to contain your excitement.

"Ja. Go ahead."

Your hand immediately shot for his, yoinking the camera.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" You hugged him tightly. Finally, a photo of your boyfriend, even if it would be hardly intelligible, you'd take what you can get.

You raised the camera up, making sure every centimeter of his familiar face was in frame.

"Ready? 3, 2, 1, cheese!" The camera clicked, whirred for a few seconds before spitting out a small black polaroid.

You eagerly pulled it, shaking it as quick as you could. The picture came out blurry and grainy, but you could make out his crooked smile and squinty eyes just fine.

He laughed at your eagerness.

"You wanted photos of me that bad?"

"You think I didn't? I can't get enough of your smile." You grinned.

Pink bloomed on his cheeks at your words.

"Is that so..." He averted his gaze, embarrassed and red. You giggled at his response. How boyish.

Before long, the two of you finished the sandwiches.

"Close your eyes!" He chuckled, waiting for you to cover your face with your hands.

Then, he slowly revealed the plastic box, popping the lid off and cutting you a slice.

"Okay... now... open!"

Your eyes blinked back open. You looked at him before your gaze slowly trailed down to the warm, sweet-smelling dessert in front of you.

"I made Krapfen." He explained meekly.

"Oh my! König! You baked this?" Your eyes widened, taking in the plate of assorted powdered treats.

He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well... I did with my Oma, but ja..."

You rushed to take a bite, picking one up and eagerly digging in.

He covered his face with his hands, staring at you through his fingers, waiting for your reaction.

You hummed and chewed as the sweet filling burst in your mouth. Apricot jam. Very delicious.

"It's delicious!" You said muffled.

"...Really?" He lowered his hands, sparkles in his eyes.

"Mhm! It's just the perfect sweetness." you continued chewing, sucking your fingers with a pop once you finished.

"You're a great baker, big guy."

He shrunk at your words. The nickname always made him feel so... flustered.

"Danke..." He spoke, looking down at his lap.

The two of you laughed until the sun dipped below the horizon and you were surrounded by a glowing sea of fireflies.

tysm for reading!! im a sucker for anythign bf könig related...

#fanfic #fluff #konig x reader #könig call of duty #könig cod #könig fluff #gender neutral reader #könig x y/n #gender neutral y/n #könig #boyfriend!könig #°˖ ⊹ ꒰✒️꒱ ♡ #. ˚₊‧꒰ა 🧟🧠 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[dapper-zappa]

A Gwen-Tastic Gift | Gwen Stacy

Pairing: Gwen Stacy x Fem!Civilian!Reader

Summary: Gwen comes over into your place and gives you a little gift.

Word count: 690

Warnings: Fluff, established relationships, Gwen NOT putting her shoes on bed (/lh), just some cute cheesy shit going on here, pretend Earth-65 has Netflix lmao

A/N: Inspired by various Tiktok vids HCing Gwen as someone who makes loom band bracelets and bc I used to love making them, hey, why don't we make this a full fic?

Sorry if it sucks but PLEASE MAKE LOOM BANDS A TREND AGAIN INSTEAD OF PPL ON THE INTERNET (ESP TIKTOK) BEING TOXIC TO EACH OTHER !!

Hours had passed in your apartment and you didn’t even realize it because of how this particular movie you’ve been watching on Netflix got you really hooked. You didn’t want boredom to consume you so to prevent that, you chose to just watch a new movie this time because you wanted to try something new. Netflix and the various snacks you’ve eaten - including a bag of Cheetos you decided to eat with chopsticks to avoid getting Cheeto crumbs on your laptop - had been the main thing that’s grabbing your attention for the last 2 hours, until you heard a few knocks coming from your window. 

When you turned your head, you were faced with the familiar white, pink, and black suit of Spider-Woman, also known as your girlfriend Gwen Stacy. She waved her hand at you, and you waved back at her before walking over to the window and opening it to allow her access inside. 

“I missed the movie, didn’t I?” Gwen breathed out right as she removed her mask. 

“Kinda, but we can now watch another movie, right? You’d definitely love this one I’ve been wanting to recommend to you for so long.” you ruffled her already tousled blonde locks. 

She playfully swatted your hand off her hair. “Oh stop it, you’re messing up my hair!” 

“Technically it’s already messed up before I messed it up even more, sweet thing.” you pecked her cheek. 

“Hey but can I borrow your hairbrush, though?”

“Of course you can.” 

As you returned to your bed, Gwen took off her bright blue Converse sneakers and set them aside, just to not get dirt on your bed. She then picked up the hairbrush from your desk and combed her hair with it. Soon she joined you after tidying her hair up from its formerly messy state, immediately slumping to your side and looping her arm into yours. 

“You could’ve told me that you’re binge watching on Netflix, you know?” she murmured, discreetly taking off one of the bracelets in her free hand. “But I brought you a gift.” 

Upon hearing it, you turned your head to the side and saw a bracelet weaved from rubber bands on Gwen’s hand. You remembered it being a trend years ago, and you were one of the girls who joined the loom band trend before it eventually faded - like most trends do. So seeing a little fishtail bracelet made from rubber bands the same color as Spider-Woman’s suit being given to you by your girlfriend reignited how much you loved making various creations out of colorful rubber bands during that time. You put the bracelet on your wrist and admired it for a short while before turning to face Gwen, with a huge grin plastered on your face from how much you loved the gift. 

“I really miss this trend so yesterday when I found my old loom band kit from my room, I decided to make matching bracelets for us.'' 

She lifted up the sleeve of the jacket she wore over her spider suit, revealing another rubber band fishtail bracelet, this time made of your favorite colors. Your hand flew up to your mouth from the overwhelming amount of joy coursing through your body, and at this point you were suddenly unable to form words.

“Y/N, you okay? It seems like you love my little gift so-” she asked, a tiny amount of concern lacing her voice. 

“No no no no, it’s just, I really miss this trend too, and the fact you made these for me is just… Gwen-tastic.” you replied shyly, earning a playful chortle from her.

“Really? ‘Gwen-tastic’? I thought you’re way better at puns, you dork.” she nudged your elbow. 

You laughed. “Who cares, Gwennie, at least this is a really cute gift from you.”  

“So you still wanna go on with the Netflix binge?” 

“Of course,” you replied as you clicked on the movie of your choice - the one you had always wanted to recommend to Gwen for so long. “You’ll love this one, just buckle up and enjoy the movie, yeah?’ 

She nodded, snuggling closer to your form. “Mhm.” 

#atsv fic #atsv fanfic #atsv x reader #atsv x you #smokey writes #atsv #spider man atsv #spider man across the spider verse #fluff #gwen stacy #spider gwen #gwen stacy x you #gwen stacy x reader #spider gwen x you #spider gwen x reader

[bloodynereid]

Okay so very specific request you know the "your never fully dressed without a smile" couples dance on tt well could you do yn and wednesday are gfs and yn is begging wednesday to do it cause it will be funny so yn says she will do it with xavier as friends then and wednesday thinks she's bluffing but she's sees them mid dance and caves and makes yn and xavier stop and dise the dance and everyone in the school is commenting on ut and whispering abt it but she disnt care because she got what she's

a/n: hi anon! thank you so much for your request and I'm hoping you enjoy it as much as I loved writing it. also jealous wednesday has my heart <3

pairing: wednesday x fem! reader

tw: not really any ig, minor xavier bashing by wednesday

Dancing In Green

(hehe get it cause like envy and jealously are usually characterized with green)

You were sitting on Wednesday’s bed, scrolling through your TikTok (which Wednesday thought was a foolish addiction that would eventually rot your brain - she gave a full scientific presentation that somehow succeeded with you deleting the app for a few weeks but who can stay away from TikTok for too long, right?) while Wednesday sat at her typewriter, clicking away at her novel. You had your AirPods in to not disturb your girlfriend when suddenly a dance popped up after scrolling past a random Marvel edit. 

The song sounded joyful, a complete contrast to the weather and your girlfriend but… the two girls doing the dance reminded you of Wednesday and yourself. Damnit. No, moving on. After watching the dance a few more times, you gave it a like and scrolled past it, watching TikTok for another 30 minutes.

But… that wasn’t the end of it, it seemed fate wanted you to do the dance or rather the algorithm did because the dance appeared at least 20 more times in those 30 minutes. Huffing, you finally pulled out your AirPods and ran your hands through your hair while biting your lip nervously. How do you even approach a matter like this with Wednesday? Well… you could always ask Xavier if she declined. With a plan in mind, you called out the nickname that you had dubbed as Wednesday’s when your relationship first started to blossom.

“Weds?”

“Hmm?” She hummed but didn’t look over, continuing to type away.

“Uhhh do you remember when I asked you if you would still love me if I was a worm?” 

“Yes, one of the most illogical conversations that we have ever had. I distinctly remember saying I would squash you instead of having you live out your existence as a worm.” She had stopped typing and was now staring expectedly at you.

“Right, so I have another strange request: would you like to do a TikTok dance with me?”

“Didn’t you delete that godforsaken app?” She said with a slightly exasperated look on her face.

“Uhh yes but… you know what not important. Could you at least just look at the dance?” 

Her eyes scrunched together in annoyance but she ended up holding out her hand reluctantly. You placed your phone on her palm and pressed play. The familiar notes of You’re Never Fully Dressed Without A smile echoed in the room and just as the TikTok finished, Wednesday pressed pause before it could loop.

“You know I would do anything for you, mi amor, but you know I don’t enjoy these moronic dances.” The expectant smile that painted your face a second ago dropped and a little frown appeared.

“Oh! That’s okay, I know this isn’t really your speed. I’ll just do it with Xavier, so I better go find him and leave you to your writing. See you later, Weds.” You gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before whizzing out of the room leaving a perplexed Wednesday behind. 

A few seconds after your flight out of the door, Wednesday turned to Thing.

“You don’t think she would really go to Tyler, right?” Thing tapped out a response which made Wednesday’s mouth twitch.

“Why would I care if she does that imbecilic dance with Tyler?” 

If Thing had eyes he would have surely rolled them but instead he just jumped down from the desk while Wednesday went back to her writing. Images of Xavier and her girlfriend getting up close and personal plaguing her mind. 

Y/N was her girlfriend and if she did this dance with Xavier, everyone would assume that they were the couple. She slammed her fist against the table, an unusual wave of anger and another feeling she couldn’t quite put a finger on overtook her. 

She should go find Y/N and get her to do the dance with her instead, even if it would displease her.

“Xavier. Hi!” Your best friend was currently situated in the courtyard with a sketchbook on his knee and his hair in his usual ponytail.

“Oh hi Y/N. I thought you were spending the afternoon with Wednesday.”

“Well, I was but I tried to ask Weds to do a TikTok dance with me.”

“Did she kick you out?” Xavier said with a slight smirk on his face, you had many similarities but also very well-known differences.

“What?! No! I just really want to do this dance and since you actually enjoy doing them with me, I thought I’d ask you.”

“Oh well then yeah sure. What do you have in mind?”

“Cool, here I’ll show you.” You sat down next to Xavier on the bench and you both discussed how you wanted to do it. Xavier propped up your phone against his water bottle and you both got in place for the dance as the timer started ticking down.

A few seconds into the dance you spot Wednesday in the periphery, walking- no storming towards the two of you. The unusual display of emotion that shows on her face renders you almost paralysed.

“Y/N? You okay?”

“Uhh-” Just as you’re about to respond, Wednesday reaches her place in front of the two of you, snatches your phone from its spot and lightly grabs your arm before pulling you in the direction of her dorm room.

“Sorry Xavier, but I’m in need of my girlfriend’s assistance.” She says the word girlfriend with such vehemence that it makes you smile even in your incredibly confused state. Xavier just stands in the middle of the courtyard, shaking his head and chuckling at her actions.

When you arrive at her dorm room and Wednesday finally lets go of your arm, she surprises you even more by opening up the TikTok and moving her hands to try and mirror the dance moves.

“So why the sudden change of heart?”

“I just couldn’t stand you being around the cretin that is Xavier.”

“Hey! That’s my best friend you’re talking about.”

“Yes, your best friend.” That’s when the thought finally dawns on you. Oh.

“Are you jealous?” You ask in a tentative tone.

“Absolutely not.”

“Wednesday, mi amor, look at me please.” Her hypnotic brown eyes lifted from the glaring screen of your phone and without looking she paused the video. 

“You know I love you with my entire soul, right? I want us to die together and I can’t imagine living a life without you. I went to Xavier not because I don’t want to do this with you but because I respect your boundaries.” She nods and a little smile crosses her face.

“Te amo, mi sol.” I love you, my sun. You smile at her before giving her a short peck on the lips.

“Te amo también, mi luna.” I love you too, my moon. “Now how about we change some of this dance up to better suit your style."

The two girlfriends spent an hour choreographing and then filming the dance, making tiny alterations to different moves to match Wednesday’s usually more gothic style. And the end result was sublime.

After posting the video, you left your phone on Wednesday’s bed and went out with her to listen to her play her cello. She specifically played a variety of love songs that had you blushing and smiling so hard it hurt. The evening hours were spent cuddling and watching old horror movies, both of you ignoring how much your phone was blowing up from the comments on the TikTok.

And that is how Enid found you, cuddled up in each other's arms, being lulled by the screaming of the victims in Psycho.

I added some spanish dialogue because of Wednesday being latina (wanted to also add a bit of my heritage as well) and I imagine she would teach her partner some of it to communicate and give each other cute nicknames like mi luna and mi sol :)

oh and as always if there's any grammatical errors or anything please let me know

#wednesday #wednesday netflix #wednesday x reader #wednesday the series #wednesday addams #wednesday addams netflix #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday series #netflix wednesday #wednesday show #wednesday imagine

[pupkashi]

are you still bored? May I request a Megumi Fushiguro fluff?

omg of course !!!!! I’m feeling particularly exhausted today and I’m blaming my period so here is our favorite spiky haired boy to take care of us <3 i go carried away i love him so bad

megumi who finds you asleep with the same tiktok on loop, your phone just barely within the grasp of your fingers and your breathing is soft and even.

he smiled softly at the sight of you. his favorite black sweatshirt hugged your frame, you pajama shorts were only barely peeking out from the sweater, and your feet were clad in some cheesy Valentine’s Day socks you’d bought the two of you. he gently grabbed the phone from your hand, pausing the video and locking your phone.

megumi stopped for a second, debating waking you and moving you to bed or just putting a blanket on you. as if on cue you shifted a bit, forgetting you were on the couch and falling off with a small ‘oomf.’ he bit back a giggle before kneeling down and helping you up.

“morning” he teased and you rubbed your eyes, settling yourself back into the couch.

“what time is it?” you questioned, your voice a little raspy and your eyes still lightly glossed over with sleep. megumi sat next to you, and like second nature you leaned into his side. if you were a cat you’re sure you’d be purring as his hand found it’s way to the top of your head, softly smoothing your hair down, his fingertips grazing your scalp lightly.

“little after 6 i think” he mumbled, you could feel the vibrations of his voice in his chest. the smell of his cologne filled your nose as you breathed in deeply, letting out a small sigh before removing yourself from his side and stretching. “have you eaten?”

the question was simple, but your heart warmed and a smile formed on your face.

“not yet” you replied, rubbing your eyes and looking at your boyfriend.

“I’ll make you something” there was no hesitation in his answer, already getting up from his seat. you grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards you and placing a kiss on his cheek.

“thank you gumi” your voice was sweet and he smiled, his ears burning at the sincerity in your words, “i love you” you added on, pulling him for another quick kiss before letting him go to the kitchen.

megumi finished cooking rather quickly, serving up two plates and telling you to go eat with him. you happily obliged, asking him about his day and hanging on his every word.

you offered the wash the dishes, picking his plate and kissing his cheek while you were at it. a smile on your face as he pouted at you. while you washed the plates and cups megumi headed to the restroom.

“I’m gonna shower and then we can watch a movie?” he called out from the restroom and you turned off the water, setting the final plate on the drying rack.

“sounds good!” you replied.

the apartment was quiet as you settled back onto the couch, your head resting on a plush megumi had won for you at a fair. the soft patter of the rain on the windows relaxed you and before you knew it you had fallen asleep.

megumi shook his head when he saw your sleeping form on the couch, again. there was a bowl of popcorn set in the middle of the coffee table along with a couple of his and yours favorite snacks. the tv screen was settled on a movie he had said he wanted to watch, a smile settled on his lips as he sat next to you.

he draped a warm blanket over you, kissing your temple before cozying up next to you. halfway through the movie you woke up confused, eyes still half closed.

“gumi?” you mumbled, not thinking twice before nuzzling your way into his side and under his arm, your head resting on his chest. megumi wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head as you drifted back off to sleep.

he didn’t try to stop you, he knew you needed rest. he didn’t mind that you didn’t watch the movie with him, as long as you were with him he was happy.

#megumi fushiguro fluff #fushiguro megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi #megumi one shot #megumi fluff #megumi imagine #megumi fushiguro imagine #megumi fushiguro comfort #megumi fushiguro drabble

[helloaugustmoon]

·˚ ◌༘͙[tiktoks] ! ˊ

- will update as and when good ones show up on the fyp -

these are tiktoks that I just know he would’ve been…

loving:

smooth criminal game - the editing on this?? pls he’d have wanted to make a whole concept album on being inside a video game

heeee’s baaaad - oh you KNOW he liked feelin bad

badass moonwalker - this ??? he’d have had this framed if he could, I’m convinced

smooth criminal transition - edits w transitions as clean as this he would be watching ON A LOOP

another transition - same point as previous; he’d def integrate clean transitions like this into mv’s and shows if he saw them

the legend - ok so he’d laugh at the first part of this one but then find the rest of it to be just so <333

smooth SMOOTH criminal - honestly any well made Smooth Criminal edit n he’s all over it

the goat - oh he loves us gassin him up let’s not play about

hugs - you just know he’d see this and feel an actual pain in his chest knowing we all want to give him the biggest hugs pls

smooth criminal x moonwalker - this is a literal work of art and Michael would have ADORED it

thriller - oh he’d be all over this

take my hand - this would’ve made him cry as much as it makes us cry

laughing at:

silly guy - we all know this’d have him gigglin

gentleman - the concept of edits like this would have him so shy but the ones w funny intros like this would make him laugh sm

this man is - same point as previous, the concept is alien to him but the humour?? hits

running away from wedding - oh he’d be CACKLING

you are mine - bro caught in 4K

defending him - no bc he was a pacifist through and through but also THE petty king like don’t get it twisted

reacting - he’d find the editing style w sound effects like this hilarious don’t argue

wtf did you just say - no bc this would crack him up so bad

close to midnight - undeniably his fav genre of tiktoks and that’s not up for debate

double cheeked up - he’d be in hiding for 8 business days after seeing this bc he’d be too shy to face us for generating this kind of content

what a shmuck - this isn’t an edit but Ik he’d laugh at himself in this clip

silly goofy - he’s just a silly guy and he knows it so his fans pointing that out would have him chuckling fr

relatable - the idea of fans making memes of him that they find relatable would be soooo funny to him

relatable 2 - exact same as previous

me when I lie - envisioning his exact response to this and it’s just: 🤭

wtf did you just say part 2 - AGAIN w this humour in sound effects he would love it sm

caught in 4K v2.0 - petty king and we all know it

too much going on - the audio omg he’d be running away laughing

clutching pearls - the way I just know he’d try to deny this the modest bastard

bro movin like - he’d be giggling at himself sm bc of us on this goddamn app

sunglasses - he wouldn’t find himself funny in this clip without the music in the background and that singlehandedly makes it funny to him

promise? 🫵🏻🤨 - literally just adding the text over it makes him giggle

bombastic side eye - no bc he would have no idea he was doin all this on instinct until he saw it back