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bobamilkk · 11 months

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TF2 HEADCANONS PART TWO ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

I told myself I’d get these up one of these days👍 I finished this list at 4 am last night so none of this makes any sense and every word is more chaotic than the ones before it and no I’m not sorry y’all sighed up for this bs

Scout

-Can understand a good chunk of French but can’t speak more than a few simple words if that, has no clue how he understands it (Spy spoke a good amount of French around him as a baby or something idk)

-Can be just has hard to find as Spy-once you loose sight of him he’s impossible to find if he’s actually trying to stay hidden-Like father like son

-Can and will steal your food-this includes Heavy and Medic-He has no fear whatsoever and has been sent to respawn god knows how many fucking times because of this-And yet he still does it

-Loves scifi movies and comics and if you watch a movie with him half of it is him pointing out random trivia facts because he’s incapable of shutting the fuck up (this is also what happens when you watch a movie with me irl. My grandparents are sick and tired of it. Yes this is even more self projection what of it?)

-has mastered the younger sibling talent of fucking climbing people if it means getting something that’s held over his head. He also bites

Soldier

-it’s impossible to tell if he’s insulting you or complimenting you 90% of the time

-Has stabbed Scout’s hand to the table to prevent him from stealing food before and no one stopped him

-The team has movie nights once a week and Soldier always puts on the same inaccurate WW2 documentary he made himself when it’s his turn to pick-he used to put on 10 hours of the American National Anthem but someone (read: The rest of the team working together) lost (read: Violently destroyed) the tape after the third time

-I said he was from Missouri once in a rp cuz my rp friend and I are both from different parts of Missouri so that’s my hc now

Pyro

-I always hc him as Irish for some reason idk why

-Can casually pick up every merc except for Heavy-He struggles a bit with Medic because that man is pure muscle but they can indeed pick him up

-May or may not be a cannibal-it’s a little uncertain but either way they’re banned from the kitchen and cooking duty

-I’m a sucker for the hc that he does not like water whatsoever-Getting this man a bath is like trying to bathe a cat except somehow even more deadly

Demo

-This may be the impulsive sleep deprivation but my brain randomly went “What If he can see general ghosts because of his possessed eye socket, not just Eyelander or the scream fortress ghosts” so sometimes people walk in on him casually having a conversation with the air. Considering he’s made out with his own organs in his head, this is one of the less weird things they’ve walked in on him doing

-Surprisingly he’s the best with kids out of all 9 mercs, Heavy is a good runner up though and Spy’s not far behind but will never admit it

Heavy

-Accent gets thicker when he’s talking to people he cares about

-Was the one who suggested the movie nights in the first place

-Actually cleans up in the base unlike literally everyone else

Engie

-People don’t realize how unhinged this man is ok??? Anyways he’s a caffeine addict and has developed the habit of pulling way too many all nighters if it means getting work done (like me. It’s 4 am as I work on this list. Help)

-What’s a southern farm boy without a few dozen concerning stories about pushing cousins out of second story barn windows or near drowning fishing story? My cousins lived on a farm when we were kids and they scared the shit out of me I swear there was a new broken bone every summer

-probably once had a sleep deprived mental breakdown on his workshop floor because the sweet tea one of the mercs made him wasn’t sweet enough idk man I’m sleep deprived rn and could really use a southern style sweet tea

Medic

-Mann vs Machine hc that his hometown would rather deal with the robots than having Medic anywhere near them ever again. They want him GONE

-Sleeps like a fucking corpse-You can’t even tell he’s breathing unless you look closely. He even crosses his arms like a corpse

-Will take you graverobbing for a romantic date-gotta get experiment canvases somehow he’s running out of room on the other mercs without them just dropping dead from it all

Sniper

-The opposite of a morning person, but his internal clock won’t let him sleep in ever. The suns up? He’s up! Someone help him

-Has befriended a wild owl and feeds it at night-The offense trio very violently helped him name it (They fist fought eachother over who’s name was better while Sniper spaced out thinking about random gator facts)

Spy

-An adrenaline junkie but will never ever admit it

-Spy can mimic voices to a near perfect even without his disguise kit-he however rarely uses this and instead simply mocks everyone instead because he finds it funny (“This is Scout! Rainbows make me cry!”)

-Wears a corset because I said so-It always matches perfectly with his outfit and underwear too-He feels SO bonita

Bonus since it’s Pride Month

-Scout is gay and so many levels deep in the closet it’s embarrassing-He’s also trans because I said so

-Soldier is trans, bi, and poly :) his list of wives consists of anyone and everyone /j

-Spy is bi and a cis man who wears dresses regularly he’s gnc af and I love that for him he’s my wife now

-Medic is gay and still legally married to his wife they’re mlm wlm solidarity married for tax benefits /j

-Pyro is trans, non-binary, and pan and uses he/they pronouns because I said so

-None of these men are straight ok

-Medic did both Scout and Soldier’s top surgery but both of them instead have overly extravagant extremely gorey stories on how they got their scars

#hi can you see my bias yet?#god I love them all #they’re the found family ever #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 hcs #tf2 headcanons #team fortress 2 headcanons #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 demo #tf2 heavy #tf2 Engie #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy

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modelbus · 1 year

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Hey idk if requests are open but if they are

Could you write CC. Georgenotfound x Malereader who travels all the world for vlogs and photos and in the background of George’s twitch stream and chat start spamming malereader name in the chat saying hi and asking if that him

A GEORGE REQUEST!!! Y’all are so creative with these, I love it! This is kinda third-person perspective of George, something a lil new.

Pairing: CC!Georgenotfound x Male!Reader

Friend Found

George spins his camera around, showing off where he’s streaming from. He’s tucked himself away in a corner of Orlando, a special spot Dream showed him. A hidden little park known only to locals. George thought it’d be the perfect place to do an outdoor stream, take advantage of the weather.

“Nobody knows where I am!” He jokes, taunting his chat.

There are a few people around but not many. A lady is somehow jogging in the heat, and a guy—you—walking around with a camera around his neck.

“Sapnap told me I was too pale even though Dream’s paler than me! And I said I’d do an outdoor stream.” He explains. “So wow! Look at the flowers! Life!”

The area has an abundance of greenery. Literal flowers and nature.

George checks chat on his phone, watching the messages roll in. A few people agree with him on his Dream remark, and a few are talking about the fact that he’s doing a stream from outside.

“Look, there’s a bird fountain and everything.”

Flipping his camera, he shows off the cracked fountain. There’s no water or birds in it, but it’s the thought that counts. He manages to also catch you in the background, making him wince. Hopefully you wouldn’t sue George for that or anything.

“I’m in a proper park. There’s a playscape somewhere around here!”

Should he go there? He didn’t want to risk spotting a fan but there wasn’t much to do here either. Eyes lingering on chat, he scans the messages.

As his phone refreshes a new influx of messages pops up on a new topic. They’re talking about you. Giving your name. Spamming it even. Just from his chat George can gather you’re some type of travel vlogger who’s pretty popular among his fans.

“That’s probably not whoever you’re talking about.” George tells chat in an attempt to turn them to something else.

It doesn’t. Instead, they’re advocating for him to talk to you. Ask you. Potentially embarrass himself and force him to never come back here. But chat’s in a riot for it and he’s desperate for something to do. What's there to lose?

Not like he goes outside much anyways.

“Excuse me?” George asks, making his way toward you. “You wouldn’t happen to be a travel vlogger that my fanbase may or may not be obsessed with?”

Great, now he sounds like an egotistical idiot. He mentally berates himself for it but doesn’t say anything.

You turn towards him, eyebrows raising. “You look… familiar. Sorry, what’s your name?”

George regrets everything. He should’ve just told chat no, left it.

“George.” Then, as an afterthought, “Not found.”

“Oh!” You exclaim. “Then yeah, I’m the travel vlogger your fanbase may or may not be obsessed with.”

You extend your hand for a handshake that he takes. Your hands are warm, warmer than his.

Thank God you seemed nice.

“My stream was begging for me to ask, sorry.” George sheepishly admits. He motions to the camera, subtly informing you you’re being streamed.

“I’m honored.” You joke. “You’re British, right? What are you doing in Orlando’s secret parks?”

“What are you?” He banters back. He lives here now, you… well. He doesn’t actually know but he can guess you don’t off whatever accent you have.

“Fair enough.” You laugh and George relaxes a little. “But I assume you need someone to show you the most entertaining places to amuse your stream?”

George could refuse. Say he has Dream. But the few seconds he’s known you have him interested, far more than he’d like to admit. Besides, he’s never even met a travel vlogger!

“Yeah. That'd be, uh, nice." Great. He's stumbling over words now. You definitely thought he was weird, right?

You smile at him though, and he smiles back. "What do you think about an abandoned shack?"

"If it has a connection, I'm in."

As his stream starts to take a turn, he realizes something.

He's just made a friend.

#georgenotfound x reader #georgenotfound x you #georgenotfound #mcyt #dsmp #georgenotfound oneshot #georgenotfound imagine #georgenotfound mcyt #dsmp imagine #mcyt imagine

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96crewlove · 2 years

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- give love a try, again.

nick lucas x black!fem!reader, from JONAS season 1, episode 1, fluff, 2.2k words.

you walk up to the trio’s table holding in a snort at their absolutely ridiculous disguises. you don’t tell them as much, but you give them a bit of a wry smile anyway, figuring that they wanted to be kept on the down low.

“hey, my name is y/n and i’ll be your server for the evening. is there anything i can get you to drink or get you guys started with?” you pull out a pen and notepad.

“sprite. extra fizzy.” kevin says.

joe, with his lopsided monocle, sticks out his index in your direction as if you looked familiar to him. “hey, i’ve seen you before. you go to mantis too, right?”

you nod, a little suprised that the rockstar recognized you. you weren’t a big deal at school unlike them. everyone at mantis academy knew of the lucas brothers and heard at least one of their songs. it just came with the territory.

“righteousness,” joe said casually before ordering in a british accent, “i’ll have a sprite then, good miss.”

lastly, you turn to nick, who unsuprisingly had the most normal disguise on. people did refer to him as the serious one, after all.

even though you couldn’t see his eyes since he had shades on, you could tell he wasn’t looking at you. his head was facing the direction of the stage and his lips were scrunched tight. he seemed to be looking or waiting for something. he only snaps back to reality after joe gives him a harder-than-necessary nudge on the elbow.

nick turns his head in your direction, and you get a little nervous with his attention on you.

“uh, some nachos and a water would be great. thanks.” nick says distractedly before turning his head towards the stage again. huh. weird.

you ask the trio if they’d like anything else, and after getting two “no”’s from the brothers that were paying attention, you put away your pen and notepad and make your way to the kitchen to prepare the order.

your best friend nearly knocks you into a wall as soon as you enter. “well? is joe cuter up-close than he is far away in the hallway? are kevin’s eyes as kind as the magazines say they are? oou, oou, is nick’s curl pattern natural or does he put product to make it look that bouncy?!” they say all in one breath.

you hold up your hand to stop them. “hold in your excitement. they came in with disguises.” you walk further into the kitchen before dryly adding, “and joe’s wearing a monocle.”

your best friend sighs dreamily. “so creative. sounds just like ‘im!”

you inwardly groan at your best friend’s foolishness, rolling your eyes.

“ay, don’t act like you’re immune, girl. did nick notice you or what?” they ask, nudging you with a gremlin smile on their face because they know that you…might have…the slightest…biggest crush on him.

you wanted to throw a bag of tortilla chips at your best friend’s head. instead, you bump your hips with theirs before getting started on the order. “get back to work, slacker. i ain’t playin’ with you.” you warn halfheartedly, earning a snicker in response.

a few minutes later you walk back to the rockstar trio’s table with a tray in hand. you hand them what they ordered before standing up straight again with a slight smile. “y’all set?” you ask.

“yes, thank y-” joe starts to say before nick interjects, looking up at you suddenly, “hey, um, when’s tonight’s performance gonna start?”

you immediately put two and two together. oh. nick’s interested in the girl performing tonight. you heard around school (stella, mostly) that the unsmiling nick lucas was seen smiling around school with a girl. you figured it was an exaggeration at the time, so you didn’t react much.

now that you were thinking about it, you’re pretty sure that girl performing tonight goes to mantis too, name’s jenny or penny or something like that.

“i’m not in charge of performances,” you reply honestly, “but it should start within the hour or so.”

kevin takes a nacho and dips it in cheese before bringing it to his mouth. “nick, man, quit buggin’ out. your girlfriend will appear soon enough.”

nick shoots kevin a glare, “she’s not my girlfriend.”

you take that as your cue to go. “well if you guys need anything, just flag me over. i’ll be around.” you say before walking back to the kitchen.

you’re just out of range when joe leans in to tell nick, “that waitress girl is cute.”

kevin nods, shoving two nachos in his mouth. “real cute.” he agrees.

nick shakes his head, his eyes still focused on the stage. “you guys are insufferable.”

“aha! joke’s on you, i don’t even know what that word means!” kevin says a bit too proudly.

soon enough, penny gets on stage. you finish taking down another table’s order before walking back the kitchen. you give the chef the order then go over to stand next to your best friend who is watching the performance at the food window.

“i’d like to start off this set with my newest song. it’s called ‘give love a try.’ hope you like it.” everybody who’s seated claps, you and your best friend do too.

penny begins, and the song isn’t bad at all. it’s great actually, you find yourself nodding along to the melody. whether it was intentional or not, your eyes trail over to nick. you could only see the back of his head at this angle, but you could tell that all of his attention was on stage. you sigh to yourself, feeling a little let down.

once the song is over, the crowd is loud with cheers and applause. your ears nearly pop as you bring out food to a table, wincing as you handed out burgers and fries.

“oh, sorry. i completely forgot. um, that song was dedicated to the coolest, sweetest, grooviest guy on the planet; a guy whose heart is filled with music…” penny starts, and you try your best not to roll your eyes at her words as you ask the table in front of you if they needed anything else.

“...my soulmate, jimmy.”

you stop in your tracks on the way back to the kitchen. turning around, you see a guy standing up from the audience and waving at the crowd. a guy that does not look like nick.

you turn your head towards the table where the lucas brothers sit and the three of them look shocked, nick’s face looking the least dramatic, but also the most affected.

nick is the first one to get up from his chair before penny can perform her next set. he brushes right past you as you stand frozen for some seconds, but soon you’re hurrying after him without a second thought.

it’s very cold outside and you left your hoodie in the locker room in the back, but you could care less about either as you call out, “hey!”

nick stops and turns around to face you, his eyes go wide for a second before he’s trying to avoid you. “look, i’m sorry, but i’m not in the mood for any pictures or anything.” he mumbles, mistaking your intentions. you shake your head. “no, i’m not tryna talk to you for pictures. i saw…what happened inside.” you say slowly.

nick huffs, “oh, that’s just great.” he says sarcastically.

you shake your head again. “no, it’s not.” you try to amend. “i could tell that you liked her, and for that to happen, i’d be embarrassed too.”

nick looks away from you to stare at the ground. "that's not even the most embarrassing part." he says under his breath.

"what?" you ask.

nick lets out a shaky laugh, feeling a little bitter and a lot sad. "that song she sang on stage - i wrote it." he confessed.

your eyes widen a bit in realization. he wrote it for her.

everything was starting to make a lot more sense now. the song was beautiful, both in lyrics and composition. of course nick wrote the song. he was talented, a musical prodigy; you also heard that nick wrote a lot of the songs for his band, including the hits.

you felt that nick deserved to be reminded of this, but you honestly didn't want to sound like a desperate fangirl (which you were not, you are just an appreciator of good music and people who make good music, thank you very much).

you decide to keep it simple and sweet.

“look, don’t let this get you so down; you’re awesome.” you don’t know where you’ve gotten all this courage from, but you run with it while you still have it. you take nick’s hand and squeeze it with the intention to comfort.

nick looks at your joined hands and stares for a while. fleetingly, he thinks it makes a pretty sight: your contrasting skin intertwined under the streetlights in the cold. he squeezes your hand back.

“woah, wow! that was a fast recuperating period!”

nick jolts, moving his hand away from yours as he stared at his approaching brothers. you turn.

“why is your butt stuck to the chair?” nick grunts out at joe while you laugh.

“wardrobe mishap.” joe responds before nudging kevin with the chair. “it’s your turn to pay for food.” he aggressively reminds, tilting his head towards at you.

kevin fishes out his wallet and gives you more than what the order actually costed. you try to give the extra money back to him, “please, it’s too much.” you say.

“take it.” you turn your head to nick, confused. nick shrugs, looking a bit shy as he looked away again. “see it as a ‘thank you’ for earlier.”

kevin leans in towards joe, “if that’s his ‘thank you,’ why am i the one paying?” he complains before joe shushes him up.

the smile on your face is a little sad as you say, “i don’t need money as a ‘thank you.’ the words themself will suffice.” you insist before handing kevin back the extra $20.

“we’ll be in the car, bro.” kevin says to nick before he and joe leave.

then it’s just you two again.

“thank you.” nick says, looking back up at you again. your smile gets a bit bigger. “you’re welcome.”

the two of you stare at each other for a moment before nick seems to remember something. “oh, uh, you should go back inside. it’s really cold, uh…h-here!” nick starts shoving off his expensive-looking jacket to give to you but you stop all that as fast as you can.

“don’t, please! i have a hoodie inside, i’ll be fine.” you say, laughing.

nick gives you a wary look. “you sure?”

“positive.” you respond.

you walk backwards towards the restaurant, offering another awkward smile. “um, well, see you?”

nick nods. “yeah, definitely. a-at school?”

“yep! at school.” you confirm.

you and nick wave each other goodbye, and you end the awkward but heartwarming moment by going back inside. you go through the rest of your shift with a giddy smile on your face.

nick finds you in the hallways during study period on monday. his hair is kind of all over the place and he’s sweating a little, but he looks relieved to see you. the little fangirl in you lets out a squeal.

“hey! oh, um, sorry that was loud, uh, hey.”

you let out a chuckle, shaking your head. “hey.” you say back.

nick blushes a little, looking away. “that was embarrassing.” he mumbles.

you shake your head. “no, it was cute. you’re cute.” you blurt out, and nick’s eyes are wide when he looks back at you again.

“you’re cute too.” nick hurries to say, nodding. “no, actually, you’re more than cute, you’re-you’re beautiful. i mean, look at you, y/n, you’re beautiful.” nick stammers, admiring you from head to toe in his serious, awkward way.

although you can’t really blush, you feel your cheeks get hot at nick’s words. “thank you.” you say softly.

nick nods, “no problem.”

the two of you stand there in silence a bit, just staring at each other, wondering what to say next.

you find the words first, “so, how’s the situation with penny?” you ask, both out of curiosity and a little insecurity. you were not going tolerate being a second choice or a rebound or something stupid like that. you were raised to know better.

the expression on nick’s face gets a little more serious now. he shakes his head. “i’m over it.”

you give him a wary look. “you sure?”

nick takes a small step closer to you and yeah. your heart beats like crazy as nick looks into your eyes and takes your hand in his. “i fall fast. after you left, i…couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

your heart nearly beats out your chest. for real?

“for real?” you ask aloud.

nick lets out a gentle huff of laughter, looking absolutely handsome and warm and not the ice prince the magazines make him out to be.

“for real.”

it’s a couple of weeks later when nick asks you to be his girlfriend. you were in the middle of whooping his ass at table hockey when he caught you off guard with the question. the timer buzzes out and you beat him 6-3, but you were too preoccupied jumping into his arms and kissing him to care.

#nick jonas #nick lucas #jonas #jonas la #nick jonas x black reader #black reader #black!fem!reader #black!reader #woc #poc representation #poc #black woman #writers #black writers #interracial #nick jonas imagine #yes i know nobody's gonna read this shit

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scaredofbrits · 2 years

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A Mistake

William Afton (bc) x Fem! Reader

You thought your life was finally good, all cupcakes and rainbows. But then.. he stumbled into your life.

warning(s): william afton in general

“So, I just do that basic stuff?” You asked the ginger haired man, who was smiling because you understood everything nicely. “Yep, that’s about it. Hopefully you can make some friends, yeah?” His smile became less of a smile and he turned away, and you just gave him a “mm hmm” and left.

You didn’t know where to go, what to explore, or even what to do. I mean, you knew what to do.. but you were lost. He didn’t even offer you a tour. But it’s fine, new beginnings right? You’ll find your way around. “Hello? You look lost.” An unknown voice approached you, you shot your head up and saw a man with glasses and blonde messy hair. “Uhm, yes, I am. My name is Y/N.” You nervously stood and looked around a bit, waiting for his response. “Oh, yes! Y/N! I heard about you. I suppose you need a tour?” He chuckled and reached his hand out for a shake. You looked down at his hand and quickly shook his hand. “You read my mind mr….” “Mr. Emily.”

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“I think that’s it! Really nice to meet you Y/N!” Mr. Emily smiled and began to walk away, probably to his office or wherever he stays. But then you realized, he was going to leave. Was your first day really gonna fly by that quick? You only got to know one person. Atleast he was friendly, though. Maybe that’s who you’ll stick with from now on. But there is still tomorrow. You trotted your way to the front door, happy that you met someone nice.

Your car lit up, you slowly got in. But at the corner of your eye, you saw a small man exit the building. He was like really small, he had brown hair, maybe blue eyes? His outfit choice was…creative. But your attention quickly left the stranger and went to driving. You left the building for your home, excited to be comfortable in bed. You felt your phone vibrate, you answered it and held it up to your ear. “Oh, um, Y/N! Mr. Emily here uhh.. tomorrow you need to meet someone special.” He was breathing heavily, it was actually concerning you. “Uhm, alright. I’ll meet him but.. you okay?” You gave a fake chuckle, trying to drive and keep the phone on your shoulder. “Ah! Yes! I’m fine, just in a lil rush. But please, meet the man.” beep. And just like that, pure confusion flooded your head. What man? Was it necessary to call me? Is he alright?

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The next day

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“Y/N, meet Mr. Afton, Mr. Afton meet Y/N.” Wow, you were meeting the short man you saw yesterday, and he seemed like a brat. “Er… ‘Ello… I guess.” He mumbled, just loud enough where Mr. Emily and you could hear. Yup. Definitely a dork. But you weren’t gonna allow some creep ruin your new job. “Hey. um anyways.. I should get to work.” You looked away from Afton or whatever, and shot your attention on the polite man, Mr. Emily. “Wot? Yer’ leaving alreaday?” William stopped you. Who even says already like that? You’ve never heard such a weird British accent. “Yes, I am. I don’t have any business with you anyways.”

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Williams POV:

How stubborn, but cute? It was strange. A fockin’ new freak made my heart stop. The moment I saw her gorgeous self, I felt some sort of sensation. A sensation I hadn’t felt for years. This “Y/N” girl made me feel.. alive? Was that even the right word? Fock. I needed to impress her, show how good I am at stuff. I can be amazing at whateva’ she wants. Woah, woah. Bloody hell. What am I even saying?

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Y/N 2nd person pov:

“Hellooo? Dude?” You shook your hands in front of his zoned out face. “Ah! Oh shit! My bad!” William yelled, running away with a flustered face. Which made you laugh.

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idk. do we want william x reader? potential part 2? whatever y’all want I can do.

#fanfic #x reader #blueycapsules #x y/n #william afton #fnaf x reader

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kayxleeee · 3 years

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Tony Stark: Are We Fighting?(Tony x Reader)

Warning: Sexual implying if you squint. Tony being cute and you being mad at him for a second.

A/N: Y’all this is my favorite, I love Tony fluff.

Summary: Tony’s in deep water after you notice the “head of security” watching your every move for an entire week straight. The only problem is, it’s date night, and can you really stay mad at someone with that face?

Word Count: 2k+

*NOT MY GIF* Don’t copy my work !

The aroma of tomato sauce and Italian herbs wafted the air around you immediately as you swung the large front door open, walking in. Tonight was date night, you were starving, but you had a serious bone to pick with the conniving genius. You kick your heels off and make your way through the foyer greeted by dimmed lights, a candle lit living room, soft romantic music playing, and an excessive amount of rose peddles leading up the grand staircase.

Nice touch Stark.

You look at it all in awe, but try to snap out of it, because you meant business tonight.

“Tony?!” You call out wondering where he was.

“In here.” He says peaking his head through the kitchen entry way, wiping his hands dry on a dish towel. “You look ravishing.” He says as he makes his way over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist giving you a quick hug and kiss on your forehead. “This isn’t too much is it?”

This was probably the best one yet. You were delighted at his efforts to make date nights memorable, especially since you hardly saw him. He had either been busy being an avenger or down in his lab working his life away. You were also very busy yourself running Stark Industries. Between the meetings and work related calls, it was a very rare occasion when you and Tony could just enjoy each others company. So this was when weekly date nights were born; Just a time to catch up and be together and have unadulterated quality time. You sigh taking it all in. Tony always does them well, especially when he is trying to make up for something. The dimmed lights, roses, music, candles, even his cologne— god, did his cologne smell good, intoxicating even. You could swoon right then and there the atmosphere was the definition of romantic and relaxing and here you are ready to uproar it all.

Damn, right.

“Told you date night would be extraordinary tonight.” He smirks taking your silence as a sign that you were pleased, while wiggling his eyebrows up and down. “Be back in a sec, get comfy.” He says giving you a wink before turning away.

He makes his way back into the kitchen to finish up whatever he had been doing previous and you follow him. He turns around and gives you a weird look, scrunching his face as he sees you following behind him. Those dazzling brown eyes weren’t going to get you this time, you were still mad— Maybe not as mad as you were before coming through that front door, but still upset enough to confront the issue right now.

“So something interesting happened to me today.” You say setting your purse on the kitchen counter as Tony strategically plates the pasta he made.

“Oh yeah?” He says maneuvering through the kitchen. “And what might that be kitten?” After he’s done, he turns to you popping an olive into his mouth, as he leans against the counter behind, ready listen attentively.

“Well I was ya know working my little ass off, minding my business… Ya know as I do every single day. When I noticed a very attentive Happy Hogan, watching my every move.” You say eyeing him suspiciously as he smiled innocently. “I thought to myself, now I’ve been seeing Happy in all sorts of wacky places this week, why would he do something like that?”

“I donno, why babe?” He says dusting his hands together for no particular reason looking everywhere else, but your face.

“Mmmh- maybe he’s just being his old paranoid, overbearing self this week. Watching my every move for no apparent reason.” You say testily, you already know Stark put him up to it.

“Happy is very dedicated to his new position. Didn’t you hear? He’s head of security, babe. He’s gotta be eyes and ears.” He sighs, now moving from his leaning position to begin pouring two glasses of bubbly. “That’s our Happy for ya."

Of course you heard, and of course Tony was the one who appointed him, and of course Stark Industries did not need that.

“Oh jeez golly! Eyes and ears on little ol me?” You say in a fake sarcastic souther bell accent.

He raises his eyebrows, and gives you a well justified laugh, because that accent was horrendous.

“Did you send happy to spy on me or what Tony?” You say getting to the point.

“No.” He says shaking his head from side to side frantically like a child who’s just got caught stealing from the cookie jar. “Nope, I don’t recall.”

“You don’t recall?” You scoff. “It’s a very simple thing to remember doing Tony. Did you say oh Happy please spy on my faithful, loyal, beautiful, loving, girlfriend?”

“Um— are we fighting?” We're not fighting are we?” He sighs genuinely unsure.

You didn’t want to fight or argue either, but he was getting on your nerves beating around the bush. You already knew he did it, you just needed to know why.

“Sure, we aren’t fighting Tony.” You say annoyance booming through, hoping he would just come out with it. He was definitely pushing your buttons. “Now did you send him?”

“ I don’t recall.” He says again now putting on a fake ‘thinking’ face.

“You don’t recall asking him?! Okay, well I am sure if we give him a call that might jog your little memory.” You grab your phone out of your purse quickly dialing his number. “Mmmh I think you’ve been hit on the head entirely way too many times, ya know since you can’t recall events.”

Before you can press the dial button to call Happy, Tony swiftly reaches over the counter where you are standing and snatches the phone from your grip, ending the call before it’s made.

“Okay, listen baby, I think we’re fighting, and I don’t want to fight tonight.” He says with pleading eyes putting his hands up in defense.

“Tony!” You yell at him going to where he is standing in the spacious kitchen. “You're not answering my question and you should have thought about that before asking Happy to spy on me!” Which I’m not understanding what for! Just say you don’t trust me and leave it at that, why play all these games?!”

His face flattened.

“Okay, kitten, listen it wasn’t like that. I do too trust you.”

So he did put Happy up to it— of course he did.

“You better explain or I’m Leaving Tony.”

He sighs heavily, shame settling on his features.

“Happy brought up this guy? Aldrich Killian, said you dated him a while back?" “Oh my go- you don’t trust me!” You exhaust throwing your hands up and turning on the heels of your feet ready to retreat out of the kitchen.

“No!” Tony quickly follows behind you. Come on babe, let’s talk about this!” He says grabbing you by your shoulder gently spinning you around.

“Tony you’re doing a lot of the talking, and only digging yourself in a deeper hole.” You say crossing your arms.

“Okay, let’s back track, I trust you, with everything I own, my life even. I’ve just been overwhelmed and overthinking recently. I can’t say what I did was right, but in the moment I didn’t feel it was exactly wrong either.”

“In the moment Tony really? What moment did you realize I needed to be spied on like some convict? What moment did you realize you didn’t trust me alone at work with some guy, I hardly ever dated by the way!”

“Okay, okay! I did not send him to spy on you, I sent him to keep an eye on you.”

“Same shit Sherlock and I don’t appreciate it ! You say you trust me but tis is definitely not how it’s coming off.” You huff in annoyance, trying to grab your phone from him again, in which he manages to keep it away from you snacking his free arm around you. “Give it back now, I’m leaving Tony!”

“Would you stop getting mad?!” He huffs. “Just- it’s not a trust thing baby. It’s a safety thing.”

“I wouldn’t be getting mad if you’d just tell me the truth and stop beating around the damn bush. I’m over it anyways, I’m going to be leaving now, so give me my phone and let me go.” He rolls his eyes and pulls you into him closer. “No you’re not leaving , stop being dramatic.” He says holding onto you tight, still holding the phone away from your grasp with his other hand. You scrunch up your face about to say something, about his remark, but he quickly says. “And don’t be mad that I think you’re being dramatic about this.” He says to ensure he digs himself out of being in trouble over that stupid comment.

He continues, “You already know I trust you so don’t give me that. I did all of this because I love you.” He says holding you close and swaying the two of you slightly to the music that is still playing softly in the background.

“Not the because I love you speech.” You say rolling your eyes, hands resting on his chest trying to create distance between the two of you, but he just pulls you back into him. “You are so annoying.” You comment on the action, surrendering to his grasp.

“No it’s not like that, I just needed to make sure you were safe. No malicious thought behind it or intent, I swear. I just wanted to make name you are safe at all times.” He says softly with a sigh as he feels that you’ve calmed down.

“Why wouldn’t I be safe at work?” You say looking up at him. He now sets your phone down on the near by counter and places the hand to your face, caressing your cheek.

“Anyone can be in danger anywhere honey, I’ve learned that the hard way— and if I were to loose you? Well let’s just say for my sake and peace of mind, I might of let fear cloud my judgment and asked Happy to keep an eye on you. No spying, just an eye. You know how he gets.” He looks deeply into your eyes and you could tell he was telling the truth. “I’m sorry, okay?” He leans into you just enough to rub his nose against yours playfully. “Do you accept my apology?” He says in a child like voice, giving you puppy dogs eyes.

He was so cute.

“Okay fine, I’m hearing you.” You say caving in. “But you’ve gotta stop him from following my every move— if I’m going to the bathroom, I don’t need him right out the door.” You huff.

“Done, you got it, Happy is officially barred off of bathroom duties. Can we kiss and make up now?” He says this as his lips ghost over yours and you happily lean into the kiss, knowing full well it was long overdue after how hard he worked to impress you tonight. This kiss was sweet and sincere, while also deep and romantic.

“I love you.” He says after breaking the kiss.

“You're a pain, but I love you too.” You both laugh before you give him another kiss.

“Now are we still fighting?” He smirks after pulling away a second time. “Just wanna double check before I invest.”

“You're so annoying.” You laugh rolling your eyes playfully. “No we aren’t.”

“Good because our spaghetti is getting cold and our chardonnay is getting flat.” He says intertwining your fingers and spinning you around to walk into the living room. “And you look entirely too good to keep this on all night.” He says referring to your outfit. “I can’t believe you were going to call Happy.”

“Well how about next time, you don’t play with me.” You laugh ready to enjoy your dinner.

“Oh, but honey, playing with you is my favorite thing to do. I especially love it when you scream my name.” He smirks giving you a wink.

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katsuflossy · 3 years

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Could I request class 1-A getting a new transfer student from the city?? Like how they would react to the lingo nd allat

Aww thank you so much I really was nervous about that one but I’m glad you liked it!

Reader from Zoo York

1,2

Pairing: Class 1A x reader

TW: Obscenities, Mineta’s nasty ass

A/n: I hope you actually meant city as in New York City because I got so hype 🥺 but shoot me a message again if you had another concept in mind. Anyways I really hope you enjoy this 💖

Taglist: @myhoodacademia @melanimed @mixfi @iiminibattlehero @v-vpluto @strawberry-ice @ecao @photosbyameil @lunabby010

💫 When Aizawa told the class that there would be a new foreign exchange student from the states, everyone was anticipating your arrival. Some imagined you to be from Cali. Mina and the girls placed a bet on whether you would have a southern or a valley girl accent. Denki hoped you were Floridian so he could have a person matching is “Florida man energy”. Obviously, Mineta wanted you to be fucking hot (he needs help). And, Bakugo really didn’t care, already labeling you another extra.

💫 Well, the bet failed when they saw you walking in with some nice white g fazos on. Your resting bitch face kicked tf in as Aizawa asked you to introduce yourself..

💫 “Aii so boom, I’m (Y/n). I’m from New York, you know the vibesss. And I guess I’m mad excited to be here.”

💫 Sero made bank that day because he was the only one who guessed you were coming from New York. Hardly anybody cared because they were enamored by your accent. The way you talked to them sounded like butter. On top of that, your slang had everybody on pause. Midoriya stared right in your face as you talk, scribbling down every word that comes out of your mouth. Ofcourse his hard staring didn’t go unnoticed because you mean mugged the mess out of him. He couldn’t look you in the eyes for three months.

💫 Of course, Mineta had to ruin the atmosphere tryna spit game at your fine ass—to which you shut him the fuck down.

💫 “So you new to Japan right? I could show you a couple places like my bedroo—”

💫 “Umm WHOMPP. ‘Cause you look like purple bumps you’d find on some treesh’s ass. Like, fuck is wrong with you.”

💫 Mineta has no shame...he will try again tomorrow.

💫 Bakugo liked your spunk but still treated you like an extra. He tried to press you multiple times in your first meetings. Somebody should’ve warned him because you’re not the one.

💫 “You’re just another extra. If they needed a weakling for a hero, they should’ve put you in class 3B.”

💫 “Alright because you stay on my dick since I popped up in this bumass school like you a major dickrider. Ayo, in fact, you a whole dub bro. Fuck outta my face because I am not the one, two or any otha numba yo dumbass can count.”

💫 You and Bakugo eventually established a weird relationship, one that consisted of aggressive conversations but if anybody else came for y’all, you both are going down their throats.

💫 Everybody knew better than to disturb you in the mornings. After multiple times entering the classroom to the Bakugo and Midoriya’s fight scenes, you finally broke silence.

💫 “Yo, on no funny, y’all two mad annoying in the mornings. Mad dayroom and for what? Middle school beef? That’s dead a dub.”

💫 Iida? Terrified of you because he doesn’t know what you’re saying but it sounds mean, especially towards him.

💫 “Iida, you dead a feen but you fr keep this place up like real talk right now,” He’d be jostling all the languages he learned through his head, trying to piece together what you said before giving a nervous “thank you”.

💫 You now adopted Denki, Kirishima, and Mina because they really do vibe with you. They were all introduced to New Yorker culture a little through Tiktok.

💫 The only three people in the class that know how to woo walk. There’s always a party every Friday night at one of your dorms, drill music blaring out the stereo.

💫 You dub them as your sons and they’re more than happy to be called that.

💫 You put everybody onto some drip. Mitsuki thanked you personally for helping her son because his style was atrocious. You and Momo bought nice matching parkas together after a trip to the city. You hit up your cousin to get Uraraka a gold chain and now she mad Hollywood with it (let her live her life 😔).

💫 It took some time to convince Midoriya to throw out them faded red Octobers but eventually he agreed to buying some timbs. When he pulled up the Timberland’s box you were ecstatic.

💫 “Yurrr my guy Izuku copped him some buttas watchu know,” you opened the box, only to close it back again. Clasping your hands, turned back to him.

💫 “Deku.”

💫 “Y-yeah?”

💫 “Why the fuck are they red?”

#bnha x black!reader #bnha x black reader #bnha x poc reader #bnha x poc!reader #bnha x poc!#bakugou x reader #midoriya x reader #kaminari x reader #Sero x reader #iida x reader #kirishima x reader #momo x reader

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tennessoui · 3 years

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If you're up up to it, how about obikin and 42?

yes!!! Prompt 42 is Star-Crossed Lovers, but star-crossed lovers are soooooo out now. 'Crossed the stars to be lovers' is IN, baby!!

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Someone has left a letter on his bunk. Obi-Wan as a rule doesn’t get letters. Actually, as a rule, Obi-Wan has never wanted to receive a letter in his entire life. They all have datapads for a reason, and it’s because they’ve evolved past the need for flimsi and ink when there are means at their disposal to deliver messages near instantly.

So no, Obi-Wan has never wanted to see a letter sitting on his bunk. He finds the whole thing rather trying, actually, the Flimsi Friends program the Jedi Order established fifty standard years ago in an attempt to connect their Jedi with others across the branches through letters. Obi-Wan had scorned the idea as an Initiate living comfortably in the Temple on Coruscant, and his opinion hadn’t really changed once he began his tenure at the AgriCorps.

Kabre notices before anyone else. “Oh, hey! Obi-Wan’s got a letter.”

“Finally,” Aldran grins, craning his neck from where he’s collapsed on his bunk. “We only signed you up months ago.”

“Really, you shouldn’t have,” Obi-Wan says. “Really.”

“Oh, come now, little Obi,” Kabre pats him on the head. Obi-Wan is twenty-five and of a perfectly average height, but Kabre is close to three heads taller than him and of an indeterminable age. “Think of it as an opportunity to strengthen your connection to the living Force.”

“Through the Flimsi Friends program,” Obi-Wan deadpans, raising an eyebrow up at his peer.

“Getting letters from Susa is the highlight of my week,” Aldran tells the ceiling dreamily.

Obi-Wan shares a commiserating eyeroll with Kabre. “That’s because you’re in love with her.”

“Who wouldn’t be? She’s so sweet and kind and pretty and she has all these stories from her adventures in the ExploraCorps--”

“Alright, who got him talking about Susa?” Lathrum asks from the door, sighing in exasperation as he makes his way over to his own bunk. “It’ll be a standard day before he’s done.”

“Hey!” Aldran gasps, offended and already close to sulking. “Whatever. Fine. Everyone’s just jealous that Susa and I are in love because y’all are never going to find something nearly as good as we have.”

“Obi-Wan finally got a letter from the program,” Kabre announces to Lathrum. “We were just saying that he should at least try to be excited.”

“Yes, perhaps you’ll meet your own Susa,” Lathrum smirks, peeling off his dirt-covered tunic. His next words come out muffled. “Force help us if that happens.”

“No need to worry,” Obi-Wan says dryly, picking up the letter and studying it. “They appear to be a youngling.”

“A youngling wrote you?” Kabre asks, barely restrained glee in his deep baritone.

Aldran guffaws from his bunk. “Well now you have to write back!”

“Knowing your luck, it’s probably a youngling from the Jedi Temple,” Lathrum says. “Dear Obi-Wan, Today someone chose me to be their Padawan and I’m one step closer to being a Jedi Knight. How are your plants doing?”

“Yes, alright,” Obi-Wan shakes his head, smiling slightly. He had met Lathrum when he was fourteen and still bitterly disappointed about his new position at the AgriCorps, and Lathrum has never let him forget it even after all these years.

He sits down on his mattress and pulls out the letter. It’s short at least. The handwriting is atrocious but the spelling is worse.

Dear Obi-Wan,

Hi! My name is Anakin Skywalker. I am nine years old. How are you doing today? My master says I have to write this to practice my spelling. I think not everyone can learn Basic, but he says I have to and that all Jedi masters know how. I didn’t ever know there was all this stuff I have to do to be a Jedi. I’ve been here for weeks now and I still don’t have my lightsaber!

I think the temple is really weird. It’s so big and cold. I miss my friends back home. Me and Kitster would go crazy exploring this place but no one here wants to play with me. Master Jinn says not to worry and I’m not! The temple is just really big and I’m cold all the time and I miss my mom. Master Jinn found me on Tatooine and took me here to make me a Jedi which is great, but everyone here already knows each other and I don’t think they like me much. I know the Jedi Council doesn’t. They didn’t even want to train me but Master Jinn inzi--incis--said he would.

Do you want to be friends?

Would you explore the temple with me?

Write back soon please,

Anakin

“Well?” Kabre asks, when Obi-Wan finishes silently reading the letter.

Obi-Wan sighs and rubs a hand over the jagged penmanship. It’s all too obvious that this Anakin Skywalker is...painfully young, churlish and childish and achingly lonely.

Obi-Wan sighs again, harder, as he looks up at his bunkmates. “Where do we keep the blasted flimsi?”

---

Dear Anakin,

Thank you for your letter, it was very nice to read. My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi, and I’m 25 years old. I hope you are settling in at the Temple better by the time this letter finds you. I have to admit I was very surprised to hear that you are nine years old and have been allowed to train to be a Jedi. That’s unheard of. I’m sure you’ll be an excellent Jedi. There must have been a reason your master chose you. The Force wills it and it will be.

It is understandable to miss your mother and your old home. When I became a member of the AgriCorps, I spent the first few months missing the Jedi temple on Coruscant a lot. It was the only home I ever had. But we make others as we go. The Temple is big and I suppose very cold compared to a desert planet--I looked up Tatooine here and there wasn’t much information, but I could never live somewhere with two suns! I’d be burned to a crisp in a matter of hours.

The upside to the Temple being big is that there are a lot of hiding spots and footholds for climbing. Try the pillars in the entrance hall. They connect to each other. My friends and I would run around on top of them for hours, although I think that was mostly because we were too scared to get down. You should ask Knight Eerin about it, or Knight Vos. They’re usually in the Mess Hall if not the Halls of Healing.

I’m sure Master Jinn has you busy with meditation and classes, but I look forward to hearing from you soon.

Best,

Obi-Wan Kenobi

---

Dear Obi-Wan,

I was really excited to get your letter! I didn’t know it would take so long but it’s been ages! So much stuff has happened. I finally finished my remedial classes and Master says we can focus more time of katas now! I can’t wait to learn how to fight! And Master Windu smiled at me the other day when he saw me in the hall because Master told him about my grades!

I asked Knight Eerin about you and she showed me some pictures she had on her datapad of you when you lived at the Temple. You look really pretty cool! I have blond hair and blue eyes if you were wondering. My mom always said she thought I was going to be really tall. What do you look like now? What do you do at the AgriCorps? Why did you leave the Temple? Knight Eerin says you need to give her a comm call soon. She didn’t sound very happy.

I made a friend! Knight Vos’ padawan was there when I talked to him about what you told me, and she came with me to go exploring! She’s so cool. She’s been helping me with my katas too.

Apparently I won’t get my lightsaber for years! That’s so long!

Anyway I have to go and do my reading now but please write back faster this time, Obi-Wan!

--Ani

----

Obi-Wan never reacts quite as happily and dramatically as Aldrin does when he sees a letter from Anakin on his bunk in the evenings, but over the years everyone learns not to disturb Obi-Wan on those nights.

The first letter Obi-Wan receives from Anakin after the boy turns eighteen includes his commlink frequency hastily crammed at the bottom of the page. If you want, Anakin has scribbled.

“Finally,” Obi-Wan jokes when the line connects and Anakin answers breathlessly. “No offense to you, dear one, and you have come quite a ways since you were a youngling, but your handwriting is still atrocious. I’d much rather talk to you like this than try to puzzle out what you’ve written.”

Anakin splutters and then stutters out in a voice slower and deeper than Obi-Wan had expected, “I didn’t know you had an accent, Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan finds that he likes that voice saying his name in that way.

That’s the first sign of trouble.

----

Anakin sends a photo of his knighting ceremony. Obi-Wan wants to cry with pride. His friends tease him about it relentlessly. “You look like I did the day I married Susa,” Aldrin crows and takes a picture of Obi-Wan’s blushing, laughing face. Later, Obi-Wan reluctantly sends it to Anakin.

“I’m jealous of your friends,” Anakin confesses with an exhale of static. “They get to see you everyday.”

“Oh, Anakin,” Obi-Wan says, unable to say more. Unable to admit that he’s thought the same thing about Anakin’s master at the Temple. Unable to deny it though.

They move onto safer topics, ones that make Obi-Wan’s chest feel less tight.

----

“Jedi Knights are forbidden to have romantic attachments,” Kabre tells him apropos of nothing one late evening when they’re leaning against the railings of their cabin.

Obi-Wan doesn’t even try to pretend to not know what his friend is talking about. Anakin is twenty-three now. They call each other as often as possible, whenever they have enough free time. Thinking about Anakin, somewhere out in the galaxy, makes Obi-Wan feel dangerous things. Dangerous, insidious, illogical things.

“Yes,” he agrees.

“Everything you’ve ever told me about this boy makes me think he’s in love with you,” Kabre says. “And the way you tell it makes me think you’re in love with him too.”

“Kabre, I…”

“I’m not asking you to deny it to me, Obi-Wan. You don’t need to defend yourself. You know no one cares if you’ve gone and fallen in love with your flimsi friend. It happens. And Force knows there’s no way you could be more insufferable than Aldrin and Susa.”

“He’s a Jedi Knight, Kabre,” Obi-Wan looks away, off over the fields. “I know what that means.”

----

When Anakin is twenty-four, Obi-Wan walks into his room to see a letter on his pillow. He blinks in surprise. He hasn’t gotten a letter since they petered out in favor of comm calls with Anakin.

But he’d recognize that handwriting anywhere.

He sits down to read it.

Dear Obi-Wan,

I find myself growing weary of Knighthood. I love my Padawan, I love the missions, I love the fighting. But I love something else more. I have for almost as long as I can remember.

I’ve been looking through the old letters from you. I’ve kept them all. I know Jedi should not have material attachments, but I found that I could no more throw them away than give my lightsaber to a Sith. They make up our story.

You were the first friend I ever had at the Temple. I don’t quite think you realized that then, and you may not even realize it now. But you were. I would get a letter from you and feel warm for weeks afterwards.

Actually, everything I love about the Temple and the Jedi you gave to me. My friends now, indirectly. All the hiding spots. Moving meditation.

When I got my kyber crystal, I wanted to tell you before anyone else. When my Padawan braid was cut, I gave it to my master, but wished I had something I could give to you too.

That was the day I really admitted to myself that you already have all of me.

Obi-Wan, I’m in love with you. I love you more every time we talk. Disengaging the comms at the end of the night hurts like losing my hand all over again. I love you, I love you.

And I have been a coward about it for too many years. I was afraid that you would reject me, think me too rash and young and foolish. But I know what I want. You told me in one of your letters that you believed I lived off of a single-minded desire to achieve my goals and that I would let nothing stand in the way.

I do not plan on starting now, if you will have me that is. I dream of nothing more than to feel your hands on my face, to listen to the sound of your heart beating in your chest.

I will not disrespect the ways of the Jedi by loving you quietly, when I know you are my deepest, strongest attachment. One that I will not shake, even if I lived to be as old as Master Yoda himself.

If you find that you feel the same way, I will leave the Jedi Order tomorrow and meet you on Bandomeer. If you do not, then I understand and will never speak of this again. I am something of an expert after all these years of loving you silently from afar.

Yours sincerely, yours always, yours completely,

Anakin

Obi-Wan traces the words with a shaking hand. He doesn’t know he’s crying until a tear falls onto the flimsi. Oh, Anakin. Oh, his brave, foolish Anakin.

Will he really be so selfish as to allow Anakin to leave his Knighthood for him? His padawan, his home?

But the knowledge that Anakin loves him is a heady, addictive feeling. Obi-Wan has never truly gotten the things he wants. He loves his life now, of course. But he hadn’t wanted it.

And he loves Anakin.

He loves him terribly.

He reaches for a piece of flimsi and a pen.

----

Anakin will be the first to admit he’s been in a foul mood for a few standard weeks now. He’d sent that letter to Obi-Wan--Force, why had he sent that letter to Obi-Wan, obviously the man will never want to talk to him again now--and then immediately Ahsoka and him had been called in for a mission.

It had been awful and disgusting. Anakin is covered in mud from head to toe, and his padawan doesn’t look any better. And worst of all, he had had no time at all to comm Obi-Wan. No time at all to see how the man had taken his confession. It feels like he’s been holding his breath for days.

But he’s at the Temple now. He can clean himself off and call Obi-Wan incessantly until the man answers. Anakin can’t keep living like this.

“Letter for you, Master,” Ahsoka says as he enters their quarters. She’d been sent ahead while Anakin had finished docking the ship, and now she’s sitting at the table perfectly clean.

Anakin thinks his heart stops at these words and then it starts beating as fast as it ever has before. “Where?”

“I put it on your bed,” Ahsoka peers up at him with a furrowed brow. “Are you okay, Skyguy? You look a bit--”

But Anakin’s gone, already tearing into his room. There on the bedspread is a letter. Obi-Wan’s written him a letter.

Anakin has to try opening it three times before he finally gets his fingers to cooperate. It’s very short.

Dearest One, Obi-Wan has written.

I’ll meet you here tomorrow on Bandomeer. I will be waiting.

Forever yours,

Obi-Wan

Anakin smiles and feels like he could cry or sing or dance or scream from all the joy that’s welled up in his chest at this small handful of words Obi-Wan has given him. They’re everything and more.

Mindful of the mud on his person, he puts the letter gently on his bed and walks back out to the common area. Ahsoka is right where he left her.

“Okay, now you just look scary,” she says, pointing a fork at him. “Stop smiling like that.”

Anakin lets his grin die. He won’t relish this next part, but it’s for Obi-Wan. It’s so he can be with Obi-Wan. It's necessary. “Snips,” he says, sitting down opposite her. “We need to talk.”

#asks #prompt fill #i could literally write like 20k of this tbh #i had a few more letters planned but i knew i needed to hurry it up #anyway #sw #obikin #this is also as usual highly unedited all mistakes are artistic and actually great

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thundersoothers · 4 years

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pictures of girls

suna thrist: you’re hot. suna has photos to prove it. — or — suna keeps polaroid pictures of you, his girlfriend, in his wallet and his teammates find them.

↳ 18+ — explicit content: kind of voyeurism/exhibitionism (but you’re okay with it), nudes taken with consent

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(hm..... I was thinking about who’d have polaroids of you naked in their wallet just for fun and I decided SUNA!!!!! I think it’s partly bc I think it’s hot in general but also lowkey I hc him as a skater and keeping pictures of your girl in your wallet seems like a skater thing to do. no, I will not take criticism at this time. now, let’s talk about it. this is more dialogue than it is filth and writing the accent was kinda weird, but I hope it makes you feel pretty.)

remember when osamu was listing off annoying shit atsumu does? his examples were that he doesn’t listen when others speak, he doesn’t return what he borrows, and that he lies. yeah, so, as he’s looking through osamu’s bag for his wallet because he wants something from the vending machine outside, he’s doing all three.

“get yer own money! don’t go through my bag, ‘tsumu!”

atsumu kneels in front of osamu’s sports bag, digging through his school clothes and all the other shit he’s messily thrown in there, feeling around for his wallet. “I’ll pay ya back!” he calls over his shoulder. “I just want a snack.”

from across the gym, osamu throws a volleyball at atsumu, just barely missing his head. “use yer own goddamn money! ya never pay me back!”

“fine, fine,” atsumu hisses, “shut up. I won’t take yer money.” but that doesn’t mean he can’t take anyone else’s. he looks over to the bag next to osamu’s, ‘suna rintarou’ embroidered on the side, and grins. quickly unzipping it, he mindlessly throws the clothes in the bag onto the floor around him until he pulls out a black leather wallet. with a silly grin and wide eyes, he unfolds it, flipping it over and shaking it, coins clattering on the floor and a few wrinkled bills falling slowly with them. (resisting the urge to take it all) he picks up three coins from the ground and, after taking a sparing glance over his shoulder, quickly drops them into the pocket of his shorts. he gathers up the other coins –well, no, coin because there’s only one left– and the crumpled bills to stuff back into suna’s wallet. but under one of them is another piece of paper and, under the shine of the bright lights, he can’t see what it is. frowning, he picks it up, turning it slightly so it loses the glare and –

“suna, what the hell is this?”

on the other side of the gym, suna lays face up on one of the benches, phone held above him, taking advantage of the short break their coaches gave them. not looking away from his phone or bothering to raise his voice to match atsumu’s yell, he replies, “what do you want now?”

“I– what is this?”

huffing, suna pushes himself up, pocketing his phone, and walks across the court to atsumu. standing above him, he looks over his shoulder. held between two of his fingers, knuckles white and hand shaking, is the two polaroids he taped together that he keeps in his wallet. on one side is the picture he took of your middle when you were laying on his bed before he fucked your brains out, your underwear hiked up, bra off, one of his hands squeezing your tit. on the other side is the picture he took of your face after he throat fucked you, two of his fingers under your tongue, your mouth filled with his cum, cheeks covered in tears and drool, looking up at him with glossy eyes from his cock stuffed deep in your throat. “oh,” he says simply, tone unchanging, “that’s just y/n.”

“just y/n?!” atsumu exclaims, standing up and turning around, holding the polaroids so close to suna that he blinks in surprise and leans back. “this– this is– why do ya have this in yer wallet?”

“so I can look at it?” suna replies, stuffing his hands deep in his pockets and rocking his weight from his heels to his toes. “why else?”

you’re hot as fuck. you’re the most gorgeous person he’s ever seen, and every day when he opens his wallet to get money to pay for his lunch, a quick glance at the pictures that you let him put there have him drooling for something other than food, and all he can think of is how lucky he is to call you his girl (and he also thinks about your warm, wet cunt and how sweet you’d taste if he was tongue-fucking you and then subsequently has to flex his arms for a minute because a hard-on in the cafeteria isn’t really the best look, but that isn’t exactly the point). it’s motivation: looking at the pictures, thinking of your beautiful naked body, the sounds you make, how good you feel around him, your pretty face when you cum – it makes him want to play well; not only to win, but also to get the match over as quickly as possible so he can meet up with you and recreate those photos. he’d tell his teammates to get on the wave, but … it isn’t exactly like they have girlfriends, much less even girl friends that are as hot as you.

he holds back a smile.

“but anyone could see?”

“she doesn’t care; neither do I.” suna shrugs. “she’s hot – why would I not show her off, especially if she lets me take those?”

“who’s hot?” osamu cuts in, walking towards them, wiping over his neck with a towel. “aren’t ya taken, rinrin? ya probably shouldn’t be talkin’ about other people.”

“I didn’t take you for a monogamist,” suna says, looking at him blankly.

osamu’s eye twitches and he hisses, “fuck you.”

suna hides a grin, continuing, “nah, I’m talking about my girl. I keep pictures of her in my wallet.”

osamu pauses, staring at suna, mouth slightly open. “that’s surprisingly not suna-like. yer normally all quiet and moody. I didn’t expect ya to be sentimental like that.”

suna glances down at the polaroids still in atsumu’s hand. “I wouldn’t call it sentimental.”

“what’s it from?” osamu reaches out, pulling the pictures from between atsumu’s fingers before he can pull his hand away. “did ya go to the moon festival last week or– what the fuck.” he looks up sharply, eyes wide.

“that’s what atsumu said. I don’t know why you’re so surprised. she’s pretty, isn’t she?”

“uh, is this a trick question?” osamu asks with uncertainty, glancing back down once at the pictures in his hand. “isn’t it weird to have this?”

“I mean,” suna begins even though he’s passed his normal quota of talking for the day because you’re the one exception he can’t just not talk about, “I know your answers. she’s sexy as hell and way outta your league anyway. I like having them and she likes it too. I know you’re not gonna be weird about it. plus, if you did,” he taps his phone in his pocket before continuing with another casual shrug, “I have so much shit on you two being weird, you mention a single word about her, I could ruin you.”

they both blink slowly before atsumu says, “if you and her are ever up for a threes–”

“y’all look suspicious.” they all look to the side, hearts dropping when they see kita standing a few feet away, hands on his hips, towel thrown over his shoulder, looking at them with squinted eyes. “what are ya doin’?”

“oh, uh, nothing,” osamu sputters, forcefully pressing the picture into suna’s chest, who swiftly stuffs it into his pocket, looking at the ground, “um, we’re just, you know, we, uh, it’s –”

“get back to practice,” kita says with a frown, walking away. they all let out a relieved breath, shoulders relaxing. they can’t even imagine what would happen if he saw.

suna thumbs over the polaroids in his pocket and looks up at atsumu and osamu. “anyway, let’s go back. I wanna get this over with so I can see her.” he can’t wait to tease your slutty pussy for getting wet over his teammates seeing these pictures. you’re such a good little girl for him, and he loves it. “oh, and put my money back, atsumu,” he says over his shoulder before he walks away. “use your own. I spend mine on getting photos developed.”

the end.

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Sleeping With The Enemy - Jack Grealish Series❤️‍🔥 (Chapter Two) Curiosity

Warnings: just some more sexual tension for now hehe but y’all better be ready for the next few chapters cause god damn 🥵

Recommended listening: Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande (Slowed).

Quick A/N: if you can’t understand Scottish slang a will translate for you in the comments

Taglist: @storyofavengers @hotyeehawman

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The rest of my first day working in Aston went much better than I had initially expected. We only had a few minor injuries so I spent most of my time just going through all the players files, mainly looking over their medical history and current rehabilitation plans. That being said, I found it so hard to concentrate as the only thing I could think about throughout the entirety of it was Jack’s words. They were etched on my mind like the winner of a tournaments name being engraved on a trophy. I was extremely thankful Alan had came back into the room when he did, because I really had no idea how to respond to Jack’s comment and to be quite honest, I wasn’t really sure I wanted to.

Now arriving back at Bodymoor Heath training grounds for what was going to be my second day, I tried my best to find a parking space. Spotting one, I positioned my car and took the keys out of the ignition. Just as I was grabbing my things so as that I could make my way into work, I noticed a familiar face walking across the car park and quickly ducked my head so that he wouldn’t see me. But he did. And instead of walking towards the building’s entrance, Jack Grealish was now headed towards my car.

He lightly tapped the window as I pretended to look for something. Giving me space to open the door he quickly stepped away. My heart was nearly beating out of my chest. What did he want? I’ll tell you what I wanted. I wanted to avoid him as much as possible so I wasn’t put in another awkward situation with him, but he really wasn’t making it at all easy. Stepping out and closing the door behind me, he began walking beside me.

“So how’s my girl Ella this fine morning?” he asked, his eyes watching me every step I took.

“Your girl?” I questioned back in a slightly nervy manner, trying to speed up.

“Come on, you know what I mean.” he teased, a smirk now spreading across his face.

“Uh no actually I don’t, because we’re not friends Jack.” I sighed, attempting to pull the door of the premises open but he had got there before me and was now holding it out wide for me.

“Oh really?” he raised his eyebrows in response. “What are we then?”. I hated to admit it, but his accent was honestly so damn attractive too, though I wanted to believe I only thought so because I had watched too much peaky blinders and he reminded me of Tommy Shelby. Standing in front of me and stopping me in my tracks to prevent me from moving any further, I gave him one of those ‘seriously?’ glares.

“Nothing.” I stated. “We’re just work colleagues. That’s it. Just two professionals getting on with their morning, or at least I’m trying to but someone is in the way.” His reaction was comical. Lightly scoffing with a small chuckle, he took a step closer to me, almost closing the distance between us. I was shaking like a leaf internally. He honestly made me so nervous, as if my anxiety didn’t already do a good enough job of that. I gulped as he parted his lips and got the final word in.

“Maybe.” he began. “But I’m hoping to change that sometime soon.” Giving me a smug wink, he moved out of the way and began walking down the corridor the opposite way. I stood there for a few seconds, which felt more like minutes, trying to process what he had just said. He was a very attractive man, and there was no denying it. But was he actually being serious? Only my second day here, and he’s already hitting on me like I’m a piece of fresh meat. Was this what he done with every new girl that started working here? And how many other females in the vicinity was he currently doing this with? Did he just think every girl would fall at his knees and give him what he wanted? And what made him assume I would? Or that I even wanted to? Feeling slightly nauseous at all thoughts and questions now racing through my mind, I shook my head and made my way to my section of the workplace.

A few hours had gone by of assessing more injuries and whatnot, and before I knew it, it was now lunchtime. Making my way to the canteen, a friendly face appeared beside me, this time being one I was more than happy to see. It was midfielder John McGinn, who I had had in the clinic earlier on that morning. He and I maintained a good conversation about various different things, mainly about Ireland and Scotland’s relationship. Now holding the door open for me, he perked up.

“Hello.” he smiled softly.

“Oh John, hi, everything alright?” I beamed back at him.

“Aye yeah no a wis just wondering if you wanted tae come have lunch with me since your friend isn’t in today and you probably don’t want to sit with Alan and stuff?” he asked with a strong Scottish accent and a hopeful look on his face. He was referring to Samantha, the girl I had met yesterday who worked as a nutritionalist. She had told me how happy she was to have a female the same age as her working at the grounds to and offered for me to come sit with her at lunch, to which I accepted but she had took a sick day today meaning I would probably have to sit and have lunch by myself.

“Oh okay, yeah.” I replied, “Thank you, that would be nice.”

The little grin that spread across his face as he opened the canteen door for me was the cutest. “Great, no problem.” he responded as I began to enter the large dining hall. We made our way over to the food court to get something to eat. Joking and laughing, I was caught in my tracks by a very serious looking Jack, who was now staring at us from where he was seated at one of the tables. Ignoring him, I diverted my attention back to the lunch lady who was placing my vegetarian lasagne back on my tray.

“Oh, sorry thank you.” I said, expressing my gratitude and moving on to get a drink at the end of the counter.

“Vegetarian huh?,” John raised his eyebrows at me.

“Umm yeah aha, I kinda have been for the past seven years or so.” I chuckled.

“Kinda? Whit ya mean by kinda?” He questioned.

“Well.” I began. “I eat chicken, but I don’t eat any other meat or poultry.” Giving me the biggest look of judgement he could muster up, he began to crack up. “No way! Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I know I know. It’s a bit of a weird one to be honest but it is what it is.” I muttered shyly.

“Naw naw, each to their own am no saying anything. But isn’t there a name for that itself?” he queried.

“Yeah pollotarian, but everytime I say that everyone tells me it’s not at real thing and I’m a nutcase and stuff. Besides, a pollotarian is supposed to eat all poultry and I don’t.” I answered, as we sat down at a free table.

“Aye well a canny say a dinnae agree with them.” he teased as the two of us broke out laughing. John was so sweet and wasn’t unattractive either, but even when it came to him I wanted to remain strictly professional. Jack’s eyes were still fixated on us with what I could only assume was jealousy and envy growing in them. Having enough, I watched as he forcefully stood up out of his chair and walked away out of sight.

“What’s his deal?” I asked John who now had a forkful of spaghetti in his mouth. “Who? Grealish?” he replied as soon as he had swallowed it. Nodding anxiously, he rolled his eyes and giggled again. “Ah, Jacky-boy, whit can a say? Serious baller, great hair, great legs. But a flirt and a wee heartbreaker anaw.”

“Oh really, how so?..” I lamented.

“Ah, it’s no really for me to say sorry darlin, but am sure one of his previous conquests could fill you in if your paths cross. He’s no a bad guy, just done some silly things if you get me? How come you’re asking anyways?” he interrogated, nudging me with his elbow.

“Oh I was just wondering..” I trailed off.

“Naw, no way. Has he already tried tae make a move on you?”, an amused look now appearing on his face.

“Not exactly, but I think he’s planning to try to.”

“Aye right a see. Well, word to they wise, as much as a love Jack, if you’re looking for something serious, he’s no the way to go about getting it. A wid focus on your work if a were you.”

To indicate that I understood, I nodded slowly. But why did part of me also feel slightly disheartened and disappointed? I kept trying to remind myself that Jack Grealish was the ultimate no go; not only because I had only started working here and I wanted to keep everything strictly professional, but also because I don’t think I could every forgive myself, let alone my country or the world if they knew. He was supposed to be the enemy. Well, not so much the enemy, but the traitor and rival. However, there was just something about him that made me want to do so many things that I know shouldn’t.

After finishing lunch, I said goodbye to John and set about returning to the clinic. As I exited the canteen door, I felt an arm grab me and pull me into an empty office. Struggling to make out who it was initially, the smell of cologne mixed with sweat that was becoming overly-familiar helped me to quickly register.

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Stay With Me - Colby Brock

When tagging along with the boys on a trip to London, you experience some crazy things when you’re alone in your room at the Langham Hotel.

@traphousedaily’s favorite snc series project with: @lonely-xplr, @sarcasmhadachild, @taradummy @reddesertcolbs, @reinad-snc, @cartiercolby, @colbylover99, @sunflowerwhoever, @xplrtrash, @goddess-of-time-and-magic, @xolbyz

A/N: This is my longest fic I have ever written, so if you like the longer fics, let me know! Also, this probably isn’t the best edited because I tried to get it out in a hurry so sorry about that haha

Warnings: some curse words; mentions of suicide, murder, and suffocation

Word Count: 4.6k+

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“We’re going to England, brothas!” Sam shouted which was followed by excited squeals and scream from you, Jake, and Corey as Colby clapped beside you all. When you went to the party at Kian and Jc’s, you were not expecting your best friends to come up and surprise with such news. You giggled as you watched Corey prance around, saying “Oh my God” repeatedly, and Jake spew absolute nonsense of connecting Queen Elizabeth to Bloody Mary.

“Pack ya bags. We’re going to London, baby!” Sam spoke enthusiastically before covering the camera lens that Colby was holding with his hand. And from there, your crazy adventure with the boys began and you hand no idea what you were in for or how badly it would end.

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After your suitcase was packed and you had your backpack on, you were ready to go to London. You were so excited to see a new place and considering you have never left the country, this was a whole new experience for you. After a ride in an uber and a plane, the five of you arrived in the capital of the United Kingdom.

“Are you guys gonna be safe driving on the opposite side of the road?” Jake questioned as we walked through the parking lot of cars.

“Oh,” Sam and Colby say together, though Colby’s ended with a ‘my God’.

“I didn’t even think about that,” Colby added as he walked backwards, facing the camera towards us.

“Look at the steering wheel, brotha!” Jake pointed to the steering wheel of a black car in front of you all and the wheel was in fact on the opposite side.

“Oh no! How are we gonna do this?” Colby questioned as we all looked at the car, thinking the same thing as the boy with reddened locks.

“I don’t know my right from my left,” Sam spoke in a horrid British accent that you could not help but laugh at.

“Alright, you’re gonna drive,” Colby told his counterpart as you playfully rolled your eyes.

“Okay,” the blond sighed in defeat.

“This isn’t looking good,” you spoke to the camera that Colby held as you two watched Sam try to pull out of the parking spot. He already nudged Jake with the car and then tried to turn right when you can only go left. After a bunch more tomfoolery from the group, you all finally moved your stuff into the car and got in as well.

“Alright boys so-” Colby started to explain what we were doing but was cut off by Corey clearing his throat.

“And girl,” he scolded as he nodded his head in the direction of you.

“No, Corey. Y/n is one of the boys,” Jake butted in.

“I don’t know if that’s a compliment or an insult,” you chuckled before turning your attention back to Colby so he could continue his explanation.

“Anyway, this is what we’re doing. We’re going to the Langham Hotel which is known as the most haunted hotel in the UK.”

“And also top ten in the whole world,” Sam added.

“Wait, are we going there or staying there?” Jake asked beside you. Your eyes followed from his to Colby’s to see his answer.

“Staying there.” Your eyes widened slightly as you looked at the two boys beside you. Corey giggled nervously and made jokes to hide his fear and you and Jake just laugh in disbelief.

“In our last series, The Origin, we talked to those guys like a demonologist and he says we’re a lot better at paranormal investigations than normal and he thinks we have a gift. So, this whole trip is trying to prove that our group is the best ghost hunters on YouTube and because of that, we are meeting with two paranormal experts who’ve been studying the paranormal and demonology for years and we’re doing an interview here in an hour,” Sam explained.

Jake appeared to be really excited to the right of you and on your left, Corey stayed quiet, which led you to believe he was kind of scared and trying to hide it. You felt a mix of both the emotions of the boys next to you. You were excited for the adventure like Jake was, but also a little scared like Corey since y’all were going to one of the most haunted hotels in the world.

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“Hey, there it is,” Colby announced to you three in the back and the camera that he had pointed at the building before you guys.

“The Langham!” Sam shouted as he kept his eyes locked on the road, still trying to get used to driving on the other side of it. You all pulled up the hotel, got your bags, and headed inside in no time.

“So, we have a reservation under Golbach,” Colby started as he spoke to the man at the front desk.

“We put in a request. We don’t know if it was able to be fulfilled, but we’re trying to do room 333,” Sam asked the man in the grey suit, a maroon tie and handkerchief to compliment it. You and Corey shared a look after Sam mentioned the number 333, both knowing it did not sound good.

“Absolutely. You have been allocated in that room,” the front man told y’all and Colby turned to you three with an excited grin which you returned. The man at the front desk noticed your group’s excitement and smiled along with you.

“We heard online that room 333 was like haunted or something like that?” Sam mentioned, hoping to get some information from the clerk.

“Is this why you have the camera?” He grinned as he processed the transaction.

“A little bit, yeah,” Sam chuckled.

“There is the legend, yes,” he told you all as he focused on his work.

“Have you heard anything about that?” the blond pressed again.

“We can’t tell guests,” the clerk starts with a smile, but the grin soon drops as he nods his head. Something about the way he did that made you feel a bit uneasy.

“Do you believe in it personally?” Sam questioned as you all listened intently to what the man had to say.

“No. In one year that I’ve been here, I didn’t have any complaints and so on, but you can tell me. Just stay there with the camera, yeah?” he laughed as you all joined in, trying to relieve the awkward and weird tension.

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“My name’s Sam. This is Colby, Y/n, Jake, and Corey. We’re filming for our channel, but these guys are always into it and woah.” Sam turned the camera to the large creak you all just heard coming from above him and Rosie, the lady you had just met who is a member of the ghost club. John, a guy from the council for the Society for Psychical Research, sat next to her. You sat on the couch nearest to him between Colby and Jake and Corey sat on the chair next to Sam across for you.

“We just rented out room 333. We haven’t even told them why that’s a significant number, but do you guys know much about room 333 here in the Langham Hotel?” Sam asked, filming the response from Rosie.

“Well, the story goes that a Victorian doctor spent the night in room 333 with his bride. It was his wedding night. Who knows the circumstances, but the story goes, he actually murdered his bride in room 333.” She pauses as y’all take in the information she had just given before she continues.

“So, fast forward now to 1973 and the journalist James Alexander Gordon was staying room 333 where he’s waking in the middle of the night and he said he saw a fluorescent ball of lights that slowly formed into the figure of a man, but there was something strange about this man. He was dressed in a full evening suit, very smart, but the bottom half, his legs, were actually missing. Now the journalist actually tried to speak with the figure, but the figure didn’t speak to him. He just walked towards with his arms open wide.”

“A famous cricketer, he was staying at the room and in the middle of the night, he was woken by the sound of taps turning on. He went into the bathroom. Water was gushing out through the tap.”

“Woah,” all of you say collectively as you think back on what happened to the boys previously. You didn’t go with them on that trip, but you heard the story several times and watched the video too. Sam fills in the woman in on the experience briefly before she can continue with her story.

“Anyway, he turned off the taps, went back to the bed, what he could hear was still the sound of running water, gushing out even though the taps were turned off.”

John nods along before speaking about a theory that ghosts are like a tape recording of traumatic experiences that just play over and over again. He explains that you can’t really interact with it because it’s always going on a loop. The theory piques the interest of the group to say the least.

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After finishing the interview and exploring a bit of the beautiful town you were in, you all gathered around the camera as Sam gave some background on the hotel. He tells you all about a German prince who jumped from the building out the window and how the doctor from earlier killed his wife and himself afterwards, both stories happening in room 333.

Soon the camera is turned off and you all pile in the elevator to head to the third floor. The whole hotel has an unsettling vibe, especially with some weird and creepy paintings that are hung all around. There is a big one of a boy with creepy eyes right when y’all get off the elevator.

“Which way is room 333?” Corey asks a worker when y’all get to a hallway and do not know which way to turn.

“Oh… uh… room 333… it’s that way,” he speaks, dragging out each word and shuffling away in a weird fashion. You and Corey share a wide-eyed look before going to catch up with the rest of the group.

“This is the most haunted room in the most haunted hotel,” Colby tells the camera as he films Sam who is about to unlock the dreaded door. The key does not work on the first try or the second which scares you all, but thankfully, the third time’s a charm.

Sam pushes the door open to reveal the supposed haunted room. A bed sat in the center of it, a closet to the left and a desk to the right. Huge grey curtains covered the window and another door was next to it, which you assumed to be the bathroom.

“It smells like old people,” Jake mentioned. “You know what that means? That means its haunted, bitch.” You and Colby giggled at the beanie boy as Sam and Corey were off in the other corner of the room. Colby mentions how tiny the room is as Corey says how that one of us could be standing where someone got murdered.

“Oh, we got three rooms. There is no way we can all share this bed,” Colby mentioned.

“Where are the other rooms at?” Corey asked as he stuffed his hands into his new hoodie that he got earlier when we were going around the city.

“Just down the hall,” Colby told him.

“Oh, so still on the most haunted floor,” Corey rolls his eyes and nods, accepting the fact that something bad might happen tonight.

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You all left room 333 and headed to 324 where Corey and Jake would be staying to check the room out. Your room was next door, 323, and looked remarkably similar to 324. After exploring the rooms, y’all take on the hotel in its entirety, passing more creepy paintings and experiencing a door closing behind you without anyone around it, several vortexes, handprints on mirrors, immediate temperature changes, strange noises, and so on. The thing that freaked you out the most was Sam getting random headaches as you explored.

Back in room 333, you guys sat on the bed and Sam explained all the new ghost hunting gadgets they got, from the EMF reader to the dowsing rods. Sam says that with the dowsing rods, you can find basically anything you want.

“Anything?” Colby questions as he picks up the rods.

“Alright, where’s my girlfriend?” he asks and both rods point to you almost immediately. A blush scatters on your cheeks as you laugh it off.

“See guys, even the rods think you two should get together,” Jake tells the camera. Colby ignores the awkwardness between you two as he asks Corey how to effectively use the rods.

Y’all decide to begin the investigation, starting with the EMF reader. Corey brings it close to the hangers that made a noise and it moves up one green light. It lights up to orange in a few places on the right side of the bathroom which freaks you all out and y’all decide to set the EMF reader up in the bathroom since it got the most activity. You all put together that the bathroom is the only spot in the room that has a vortex and that it is exponentially hotter than the bedroom.

While Sam and Colby messed around in the bathroom, you, Corey, and Jake stayed in the bedroom to see if anything would happen in there while the cameras weren’t running in there at the moment.

“If there’s anything in here, can you please make the bed shake?” Jake asked into the air above him, trying to get whatever was out there to make the bed shake like they did earlier. At the moment, he was laying on the left side and you were on the right. Corey was next to you in the desk chair. You guys waited a moment for any responses and then you got one.

“We’re here,” you heard the raspy low whisper come from the closet.

“Please tell you heard that too,” you begged as you sat up, pulling your knees to your chest to comfort yourself. Corey nodded profusely in the dim lighting as Jake audibly answered ‘yes’. Corey dashed to the bathroom door to tell the other two.

“Hey, you good?” Colby asked you quietly as the other boys discussed what happened. Your eyes left the trio before meeting the blue ones that gave you such peace. He had placed a comforting hand on your back, his thumb rubbing it to soothe your nerves.

“Yeah, just freaked out. This place has been giving me an uneasy feeling all day, but I’m good.” You smiled up at him and he gave you a grin right back, one big enough for those adorable little dimples to pop out.

“Bro, if you guys lay on the bed, you will feel something with you,” Jake told Sam and Colby. You stood off the bed, allowing Colby access to lay on it. He handed you the camera, which you handed to Corey because you were not the best them and your hands were slightly shaky.

“When I was laying with him, we could feel it shaking,” you told the duo as they sprawled out on the mattress.

“You should turn off the light,” Jake told Corey and he did. It was just you five in the room alone with the darkness and all who inhabit it.

“Do you guys feel the bed shaking at all?” Corey asked, his voice right next to you.

“Maybe, barely,” Colby’s voice sounded in front of you.

“If the German prince or the doctor that killed his wife is in here, please shake the bed,” Sam asked nicely of the spirits that are presumed to be in the room with you guys. After a moment of silence, a stunned ‘woah’ fell from Sam’s lips.

“What?” Corey questioned as you heard him fiddling with the camera. “What? Bro, I can’t find the light.” Sam grabbed the green light grid thing and turned it on to provide you all with some sort of light.

“I felt it go back and forth,” Sam told us all as he kept his eyes on Colby to see if he felt anything too.

“You felt it? I don’t know if I’m feeling anything,” Colby sounded a little disappointed like he wanted to feel what you, Jake, and Sam had felt.

“It literally rocked bro,” Jake told the camera and you nodded your head in agreement. You all hung out in the bedroom, trying to figure out the green light grid and how else you all wanted to go about the investigation when Corey got a text from his little brother, Cambrey.

“Are you okay?” you asked Corey as he stared wide-eyed at his phone screen. The other boys turned to look at Corey to see why you asked him such a question when y’all were just chilling at the moment.

“Uhh yeah, Cam just texted me this: Hey so I just saw your new video and at the end of it when you were talking about in the part where y’all kept saying save me and you were wondering like what you should do, I just wanted to let you know I went to a psychic lady and she told me that I have powers to send ghosts to the other side lol. All I have to say is you are free to go to the other side and it helps them go through. I know this sounds really stupid but ever since I talked to her, I’ve been seeing giant black figures in my room every night and when I sleep, it feels like someone’s watching me.”

“What the fuck?” Sam comments as you all share looks between you guys.

“Wanna know what’s even freakier? Cam is fourteen right now and I was fourteen when I first saw the shadowman.” ‘Woah’s fall from the group around him as we take in the information and process what we’ve been told because it seems so surreal. You all talk about how to deal with this. Corey feels guilty and responsible for Cambrey possibly seeing the shadowman. You try to comfort him, but the heavy feeling that he is dealing with is something that you can’t help that much.

“Maybe it might be good if we call it a night,” Sam suggests to the group as you nod your head. Things are a bit tense right now and maybe just getting settled into our own rooms and stopping the investigation for now could ease it some.

“Let’s set our alarms for three or something like that, but I think it’s good to take a break for a minute and like relax and we’ll come back to this in a minute.” And that is exactly what you guys did.

“Are you gonna be good by yourself, y/n?” Colby asked before you left their room with Jake and Corey.

“Yeah, I should be but I might call you so that if I hear something, you might hear it too and so I don’t go crazy,” you chuckled as he smiled at you, the grin making butterflies flutter around in your belly. He nodded before you turned around and went to your room.

A sense of relief flooded your body when you walked into the room. You were still very creeped out by the hotel and the fact that you were on the most haunted floor of the most haunted hotel in the most haunted country in the world. You were happy you were no longer in the most haunted room, but the things that were happening in there freaked you out.

You went to your suitcase and flipped through your clothes until you found something to sleep in. You had packed mainly warmer clothes for sleepwear, but since room 333 was so hot and you were still burning up from it, you grabbed the one pair of shorts you brought and a tank top. You grabbed a hair tie from your backpack and went to the mirror, throwing your hair into a ponytail. After you brushed your teeth and got your charger out, you settled into bed and shot Colby a text.

Y/n: can I call you?

Colby: of course

“Hello?” you asked as soon as you hear the ringing stop.

“Hey, are you okay?” His voice sounds so concerned and it makes you smile.

“Yes, Colby. I’m fine. Can you stay on the phone with me until I get tired?”

“Yeah, sure.”

It didn’t last long until you were about to conk out, so the two of you said your goodbyes and you placed your phone down on the bedside table. Just as you were about to fall asleep, you swore you felt the bed shake. You do not know why you said what you were about to, but you did.

“If there is anything there, can you make the bed shake again please?” A moment or two of silence passes before it does it again. The bed wobbles lightly beneath you.

“Okay so there’s something here,” you whisper to yourself. You try your best to shrug it off and go to sleep. You almost slip into a blissful sleep before you hear a whisper similar to the one from before.

“You’re not alone, y/n.” You immediately grabbed your phone to text Colby. You knew he would probably be in a deep sleep by now, but it was worth a shot.

Y/n: the bed shook in here

Y/n: and I asked it to do it again and it did

Y/n: then it whispered youre not alone y/n

After not seeing the bubble with three dots pop up, you decide to let your phone record audio while you sleep just to catch anything that might happen and set an alarm from three in the morning. Finally, you get to sleep.

You woke up with a jolt, a sweat on your forehead and the bed moving slightly beneath you.

“You’re not alone”

“We’re here”

“Come with us”

The whispers filled your head as you watched an outline of a guy appears in the hallway near your door.

“Colby,” you call out as you sit up and rub your eyes.

“Sam? Jake? Corey?” you continue but not a peep comes from the man as he inches towards your bed.

“Seriously guys. Cut it out,” you chuckle, but he keeps coming closer and closer until he is right beside you. You reach a hand out to try to touch him, but your hand falls through his misty form.

“Whoever you are, please leave. You aren’t welcome here,” you demand, but your voice falters at the end. You hear a loud maniacal laugh vibrate throughout your small room as the figure crawls on top of you.

His presence is suffocating enough, but when a hand comes up to your throat and clamps down, it becomes difficult to breath. You fear for your life as you try to pry the hands from your neck, but just like his body, you can’t grab onto them. Your fingers slip through his and there is nothing you can do about it. Tears seep out your eyes and black spots cloud your vision before all you can see is black.

“Y/n! Open the door! Y/n!” you hear the worried shouts of your friends. You look around and reach for the lamp to turn it on. Looking around, you see that you are safe. It was nothing but a bad dream. You hand flies to your throat and when you feel that there isn’t a misty hand closing in on it, a sigh of relief leaves your lips.

You sling the covers off your body and run to the door. When you open it, you are met with the concerned expressions and worried eyes of the four boys you loved most. Your tear-filled eyes meet the specific blues ones before you step forward and wrap your arms around his waist, hiding your face in his chest.

“Are you okay, y/n?” Sam asks as he places a hand on your shoulder. You flinch at his touch unintentionally before muttering a ‘sorry’.

“You were screaming,” Jake added as he met your eyes.

“Really?” you asked, but based on how scratchy your voice sounded, you could tell it was true. “What happened?”

“Sam and I went to Corey and Jake’s room because Corey called us, but we heard you screaming and rushed over here. What happened to you?” Colby asked calmly above your head.

“Did you get my texts from earlier?” Colby nodded at your question. “I had a nightmare and the same whispers I heard earlier, I heard in my dream. And then this figure came up to me and try to choke me to death. I saw black and then woke up to you guys banging on my door,” you finished as the tears came back and you went back to hiding in Colby’s chest. His hand rubbed up and down your back comfortingly as he looked around at the other guys, unsure of what to do.

“I don’t want to be alone anymore,” you muttered into his chest.

“You can come stay in our room,” you heard Corey offer.

“Or ours,” Sam suggested.

“Can you stay with me?” you asked the blue-eyed boy as you looked up at him.

“Yes. Sam, can I have the camera? I’ll start looking through the footage and you can go to sleep since you couldn’t earlier.” Sam handed him the camera that he had hanging by him side before the other three left to go back to their rooms.

“Was I really screaming?” You asked Colby as soon as you sat on the bed.

“Like you were being killed,” he told you. You grabbed your phone and began to listen to audio recording you started earlier. It is mainly quiet for the most part, just your soft breaths and sounds of you moving in your sleep. Then, you hear the whispers again.

“Listen to this!” you shout as you hand the phone to Colby. His eyes widen at the sound.

“That’s what I’ve been hearing.”

“That’s insane,” He told you as he handed the phone back to you. You get all the way to the end and do not hear any screams.

“There’s no screaming on this.”

“When did it end?” You check and the time that stares back at you freaks you out even more.

“3:33 a.m.”

“Here. Let’s put this away because you have been through a lot tonight and just chill out,” Colby suggested as he placed your phone down and pulled you closer to him. You settled yourself into his side and placed your head on his chest. He had one arm around you while the other laid on his stomach.

“I’m sorry we put you through this,” he muttered as he fiddled with the bottom of his shirt.

“No, it’s okay. I have had a lot of fun this trip and I don’t want it to end early because I had a bad dream. That’s all it was,” you tried to see the bright side of it all.

“That makes me feel better because I really do love you, y/n, and I’d hate to see you not come on another trip with us or stop hanging out with us because of this.”

“I love you too, Colby, and it’s gonna take a whole lot more than a bad dream to get rid of me,” you both chuckled as a comfortable silence fell over the both of you. You fell asleep in the safety of his arms and right there, you did not have another bad dream that night.

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thelastspeecher · 2 years

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Stan’s Favorite Radio Host

So, recently on the Discord, we started talking about a Radio AU, where, while at West Coast Tech, Angie starts up her own secret radio station/show. She’s nervous about any of her classmates finding out about it, though, so she uses a fake name for her show: Sweet Sally. And while Stan’s driving through the area, he hears her on the radio and is hooked.

Naturally, I couldn’t help myself, and I went and wrote up the start of this AU. Enjoy.

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The station Stan was listening to kept cutting in and out, so he reluctantly changed the channel. Promptly, he was assaulted by some sort of jangly, twangy music.

“Great, more of this crap,” Stan muttered. Just as he went to change the channel again, the song faded, replaced by a female voice.

“That was ‘Take Me Home, Country Roads’ by John Denver,” the radio host said in a distinct southern accent. “If yer joinin’ me just now, I’m playin’ the sticks classics, the bangers from the boonies, the rural hits.” Stan smirked slightly, amused. “Comin’ up, I’ll have another story ‘bout one of my weird brothers. But until then, here’s ‘Rock Island Line’ by Johnny Cash.” Music began to play again, but stopped abruptly. “Oh! And this is KIPR, ‘n I’m Sweet Sally.” The host paused. “Okay. Now here’s some Johnny Cash.” The music faded in. Despite himself, Stan was intrigued by “Sweet Sally”.

She sounds like she might be a bit new at this. And she’s got a nicer way of talking than any of the other assholes hosting radio shows. Stan let the channel stay on KIPR. Might as well keep listening. I like Johnny Cash, anyways.

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Stan’s assessment that Sally was new at radio was proven to be correct. She had a tendency to fumble and trip over her words on air, and accidentally played or stopped music multiple times. But her voice was sweet and soothing, and though she had poor taste in music in Stan’s opinion, she had a knack for storytelling. When she wasn’t playing country or folk songs, she was telling tales from her childhood, growing up on a farm with five older siblings. Some of her stories about her older brothers reminded Stan of Ford, and he yearned to call in to say something.

But she didn’t take callers.

Not until one surprisingly brisk night for California. Stan got back into the Stanleymobile after grabbing some snacks at a gas station and quickly turned on the radio. Sally’s show would be starting soon. He didn’t want to miss it.

“Howdy, y’all, this is Sweet Sally at KIPR, home of folk ‘n country music ‘n stories,” Sally chirped cheerfully. “Now, upon suggestion from my older brother, a reg’lar listener of this show, I’m…” Sally hesitated. “I’ve got a lil phone set up here fer folks what are interested in callin’ to, uh, call.” She ended her sentence on a nervous squeak. “H-here’s the number.” Sally rattled off some numbers. Stan grabbed a pen and hurriedly wrote the phone number on his palm. He waited for her to repeat the number, to make sure he got it right, then bolted from the Stanleymobile over to a nearby payphone.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” he muttered, digging around in his pockets for change. He pulled out a few quarters, put them in, and dialed the number on his hand. The phone rang for a few times before getting picked up.

“H-hello, caller,” Sally stammered in his ear. “It’s- uh, I’ll admit, I’m a bit surprised to get a call so soon! My brother, he told me that it’d prob’ly take a while ‘fore anyone called.”

“Yeah, uh, Sally, I’m a big fan of your show,” Stan said, shoving down his sudden nerves.

Why are my hands so sweaty? I’m not even talking to her in person!

“R-really?”

“Yep. Long-time listener, first-time caller.”

“I-” Sally snorted in amusement. “I figured the second one.” Stan grinned.

I got a laugh outta her!

“So, what’s yer name, feller?” Sally asked.

Shit. What name have I been using lately?

“Hal.”

“Hal,” Sally repeated. “It’s a pleasure to talk to ya, Hal. Why’d ya call?”

“Well…” Stan looked down at his feet. “I, uh, I like your stories.”

“Ya do?”

“Yeah. Your brothers remind me a lot of my brother. He’s weird and smart, too.”

“Aw, that’s sweet,” Sally cooed. “Do ya only listen fer the stories?”

“Pretty much, yeah.” Stan smirked. “You sound like a great gal, Sally, but you’ve got pretty bad taste in music.” Sally laughed softly.

“Clearly not bad enough to make ya turn the radio to a dif’rent station.”

“Or maybe your stories are that good.” Out of the corner of his eye, Stan saw a police car pull into the gas station. He was 90% certain no one had seen him pocket the beef jerky earlier, but there was still that 10% chance he’d been caught. “Uh, I gotta go, Sally. Keep up the good work.”

“O-okay. Thank you, Hal,” Sally said. Stan hung up the phone and hurried back to the Stanleymobile. The moment the car turned on, Sally’s voice sounded over the radio. “That was our, or rather my, first caller ever. If yer still listenin’, Hal, thank you fer reachin’ out. And here’s some Dolly Parton fer ya.”

Eh. Stan drove away, keeping an eye on the police car in his rearview mirror. Could be worse than Dolly Parton.

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Stan stuck around in the area longer than he planned. He didn’t have any active warrants out for him in California (yet), so he figured it would be all right to temporarily pause his near-constant traveling. Sure, the reason he hadn’t moved on to San Francisco yet was because Sally’s radio show was only broadcast in San Diego, but he couldn’t let her down. He was her most regular caller, after all.

I get the feeling she might even look forward to me calling. Stan walked through the automatic doors of the grocery store, still feeling warm from the call he’d made to Sally’s show the night before. He’d gotten her to giggle five times, and even heard Sally let out a squeal of excitement before realizing she wasn’t muted. Stan strode down the aisles, keeping an eye out for wherever the alcohol was. I deserve a beer after last night.

“Excuse me, but do ya know where the molasses is?” someone asked. Stan stopped.

That sounded like Sally. Stan looked around, trying to figure out who had just spoken. His eyes landed on a young woman with blonde hair talking to a store employee.

“Sorry, miss, but we don’t carry any molasses,” the employee said. The woman’s shoulders drooped.

“Oh. It’s okay.”

“You could try Trader Jack’s.”

“I’ll do that. Thank you,” the woman said. The employee walked away. Stan’s mind raced.

Last night Sally said she had been craving molasses cookies. The woman sighed quietly. Go, Stan, go! Stan walked over to the woman. He cleared his throat. The woman looked up at him. Damn. Her nose is bigger than mine.

“Can I help you?” she asked politely.

“Uh, yeah. Are…are you Sally?” Stan asked. The woman’s eyes, a brilliant blue, widened.

“H-how did-” she started. She blinked. “Wait…” Sally cocked her head, her eyes boring into Stan. “Are you Hal? The same Hal what keeps callin’ in?”

“Yep. That’s me.”

“Oh!” Sally let out a soft laugh. “Wow! That’s- that’s such an odd coincidence!”

“Yeah.” Stan rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “So, uh, what are you up to?”

“Lookin’ fer molasses.” Sally sighed again. “I don’t know why it’s so difficult to track some down!”

It’s now or never, Stan. Shoot your shot.

“Do you want some company?” Stan asked. Sally blinked again.

“Well…” She looked Stan up and down. “…Yes. But we’re takin’ separate cars.”

“Fine by me.”

The Stanleymobile isn’t girl-ready anyways.

“Good.” Sally smiled at Stan. “I’ll see ya at the Trader Jack’s, then, Hal!”

“Yeah.” Stan smiled back. “See you there.”

#Angie's able to run her radio stuff on her own bc in this AU she does tech instead of biology #she builds some of the equipment herself even #it's a fun and cute AU and I had to share it so.....yeah~#Stanley Pines #Angie McGucket #Radio AU #my writing #my stuff #ficlet #speecher speaks

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ccherrybloom · 3 years

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hello I’m coming back here to yell about the guy I’m currently talking to because you guys are gonna lose your shit.

so this person isn’t from my country, and english isn’t his first language so we kind of dance around certain words because he’s not 100% sure on things sometimes. (and he has the cutest accent, but anyway—)

i noticed right away that he’s a pretty frequent throat clearer, and even though i’m not into coughing like that, it still made me 👀 because throat clearing/coughing usually implies something else, lol. but anyway, we were video calling one time, and he had to cut himself off to clear his throat, to which i mustered a bit of courage to ask if he was alright. he quickly started to apologize and sort of shook his head in annoyance.

“sorry, sorry. i’m not sick. i’m just always like this because i have...uh...?” and he then he proceeded to tap at his nose and sniffle, with a look of confusion on his face. “my nose? it’s? shit. what’s the word in english...uhhh”

and I just sat there staring as he started to google translate what he was trying to say. “oh! it’s, uh...rhi...rhiiiinitis? rhinitis?? is that right? do you know?”

“oh! yes, I know. It’s...uh...it’s basically just...allergies...”

“yes! yes, yes. i have allergies so I always...” and he proceeded to sniffle, clear his throat and sort of gesture sheepishly at himself. “when the seasons change.” i very nearly died.

on a similar note but different experience, he’s very vocal about how much he likes the way i smell (💀) and one day said “really, i really, really like your perfume. it smells so good. i am allergic though, so I can’t wear anything.”

let me tell y’all the way my jaw dropped. i quickly started to stammer out “oh god, well should i stop wearing it around you?” to which he quickly objected. “no, no! on you, it’s okay. i just can’t on myself.” and just to make me lose my mind further (keep in mind this dude knows absolutely nothing about my kink or even that I HAVE a ‘weird’ kink,) whenever he sees me he usually grabs me tight by the waist (he’s strong as fuck and I’m sort of little so he very easily pulls me into him) and buries his nose into my neck and just inhales because he loves my perfume so much. (💀💀💀💀💀) and it usually leaves him a bit sniffly every single time he does this.

Anyway, tl;dr, i have somehow managed to encounter my dream man. thank u

#this is a big post but I need someone to yell because good god #also yes I have heard him sneeze ✨✨✨#one time we were video calling and he sneezed (but I thought he coughed? it was quick and abrupt and like...one syllable)#but then after raising back up he suddenly inhaled sharply again like a second later and sneezed again #this time two syllables #and caught it in his hand #I was like ‘oh um bless you???’ to which he smiled slyly and went ‘I’m not religious’#and blessing after sneezing isn’t a common thing in his county so he asked me about it and I had to explain western bless you lore LMFAO #anyway i’m feral thank u for reading #snz #sneeze kink #need somewhere*****#country not county***#words are hard #foreign hottie chronicles

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twstwonderlandstuff · 3 years

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Sleep depravity

You feel like shit.

Flashback

Ahaha, the new year! A time for fun and festivities! Surely, that’s what YOU’RE going to be doing, right?

Wrong.

Well, I mean right, but it’s not fun by what most of NRC calls as. So imagine this, right, you’re sitting in yo damn class doing your damn shit when suddenly, your classmate whispers to you from behind.

“Hey.” You nudge an elbow, to show that you’re listening.

“You should watch ‘Tales of the Seven Lords’. It’s a really good series.” You nod in thanks at the recommendation and your classmate retreats back to his seat.

And the day goes on as usual: Running around campus doing your part-time jobs, occasionally talking to your friends and seniors, feeding Grim, appreciating how fine everybody looks today- pardon me.

So now, it’s bedtime and you’re there listening to Grim talk as you do your homework. Then, he says: “Oh yeah, someone said something about a recommendation, right?”

“Right, I forgot about that.” You nod, finishing your homework in time. “We should check that out to watch for New Years. It’s in a few days.” You sigh, bouncing your leg.

See, unlike from where you’re from, NRC has a different curriculum, where the OFFICIAL tests come out somewhere in the 3rd and 9th month of the year, not the 6th and the 12th, so this is just cooldown time for you to kind of chill and relax.

“Right, holidays~~~ We don’t need to listen to Vargas anymore!” Grim hums cheerfully, and you nod. He’s already loud and super annoying every time he meets a slightly muscular kid, but add THAT with him rambling about safety protocols? Nah, man, ya can’t.

"Ah yes, the holidays where everyone goes home and leaves us here to wail and stay all alone with nobody- I mean I got you but you know- nobody and probably have to clean the school.” You take a deep breath. “Lovely.”

"That annoying guy is going to do something like that...” Grim complains, rolling over to flop on your stomach. “I don’t wanna!”

“Same...” You reply lazily, fist bumping Grim’s paw. “Hahah... hah...”

Despite your complaining, you feel a little giddy. I mean, come on, you get the FUCK around the school, all day by yourselves! What’s not to love about that? And the series is sure to keep you entertained.

Flashback end.

‘That was a terrible, terrible thing to think about.’ You thought blearily, thoughts swirling around your head as Grim falls asleep on you, *heetos and dorr*tos all over your body, making you feel sticky and gross.

It’s now the actual new years, where everybody’s gone home and like you predicted, Crowley did assign you to tasks- fucking bird, so you and Grim’s ass didn’t do what he told you. Fucking hell, the school’s been functioning DAMN well without you, surely the tasks not THAT big of a deal, right?

After goofing around for a few days, you’re getting bored, so you drag your lazy self to Sam’s store (where his friends from the other side are tending it for him) and rent out a DVD- Crowley didn’t gift you a phone, unfortunately (but still fixed that old TV set??? Man’s got some weird priorities)

You bring this news to Grim, who immediately begs and whines for you to open and watch the show. So you did.

The first episode, you were intrigued, but only a little bit. The same went for the 2nd and 3rd episode. You’re about to call it a lame series when you hit... the 4th episode.

It was a wild ride of emotions and wow... that scene where Henry helps the king really brought you and Grim to tears.

You were hooked. Or in other words, you were fucked. Fucked because now, you can’t THINK of anything BUT the series, which forces you to stay at home and watch the entire god-damn thing and now its 2 days after that.

At... you blearily open your eyes and notice the cracks of light shining through the curtain. “Oh god...” At somewhere around 8 am in the morning.

“Fucking hell... I’ve gone and fucked up my sleep schedule... shit...” And for some reason, tears began running down your eyes. What the fuck? Are you THAT tired that’d you’d cry over your SLEEP SCHEDULE?

Yes. Yes, you are.

You hear a knock at the door. “Oh my fucking god.” You curse, rolling down the uneven wooden floors, wincing as you get splinters. You lethargically stand up and open the door and look up to see...

HEARTSLABYUL

Someone 5 cm taller then you- oh screw off, you’re 145 cm, its okay to be pissed, you know?

“Happy new year, prefect-” You interrupt him.

“Oh.. you’re cute!” You grin gleefully, pinching the red hair’s cheeks.

“U-unhand me at once!” The guy with red hair shouted, forcibly taking your hands away. “Or its off with your head!”

"What, you’re gonna- you’re gonna tie me up~?” You tease, punching the guy’s shoulder. “That’s kinky dude... like tone down the horny ya know...”

2 guys with red-orange hair and other with blue starts laughing loudly in the background and you laugh too.

The guy with red hair STARTS turning red- oh my fucking god, people can turn red?

“OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!” And a collar winds up around your neck.

“Eh????” You ask, lightly tugging at the collar. “What the fackin hell is this shit? Y’all really out here puttin’ collars and shit on people... in the middle of the day too... wow...” You mutter, slipping into a country accent.

Flash! You hear a snap of a camera and turn to look at another person with a feather duster on his head- why does he have a feather duster- you know what, its cute, and you like it. You reach up and begin petting it, effectively blocking the phone he’s holding.

“Eto, prefect? You’re kinda- woah!” You look at him with a glazy eyes from those 2 days of non stop watching.

"Are you a...” You ponder, biting your lip as you blink repeatedly. “Are you... a fuck boy?”

(“CATER’S A FUCK- CATER’S F-FUCK- AHAHAHAHA-” Ace wheezes in the background as Deuce starts laughing harder, neither of them caring that they have collars on their first day back.)

Fuck boy has a bewildered look on his face, but before you could see his reaction, another hand goes to tug you back. You look up and... is that... is that lettuce, you see? No no way, it... it kinda looks like broccoli, though..

“Let’s get you to bed, prefect.” The broccoli tells you firmly, but like hell are you listening to a broccoli! Fuck man, you got higher standards then that, come on!

“No! I’m not listening to a broccoli!” You duck, effectively pulling out of his grasp and ran inside to wherever room you’re in and slam it shut. “YOU’RE NEVER GETTING ME, BROCCOLI MAN!!!”

(”Bro---brocoll-” This time, it’s Deuce’s time to collectively pound weakly at the dirt, one hand holding onto Ace’s shoulder as he looses it.)

Eventually, you slump on the ground and slowly... you don’t hear the brocolli’s voice anymore.. which is good (but like, why does his voice sound so... sexy??? Like, why??? It doesn’t make any... sense...)

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Ace and Deuce finish from their laughing stock, having to hold on to the third years to get up from their position. “We’ll go check on the prefect.” Deuce tried to say, a snort or two making its way to the sentence.

“HAH- KINKY- KINKY FUCK BOY BROCCOLI--- AHAHAHAHAHA-” Ace was still loosing it as he walked inside, a tear streaking down his face. “I love the prefect so fucking much.”

Laughter bubbles up against Deuce’s throat as he walks in. “F...Fuck...boy...”

“W-where is the prefect, anyway?” They immediately see you, slumped against the hallway, snoozing away. With their strong powers, they gently lift and place you on the sofa, amidst all the gunk and shit that’s piled up.

“Ew, what were they even doing?” Ace cringes, looking at the mess. “It smells like shit.”

“They’re watching ‘Tales of the Seven Lords’- oh.” Deuce nods, in extreme understanding. He too, has pulled all-nighters with his gang to watch this series... oh how they cried like mad.

“Oh, that show... it’s bad. I don’t like it.”

“What?!” Deuce swiftly turns around. “But its really good!”

“No, it’s not, what? You got some poor taste, Juice.”

“It’s Deuce, not Juice! And you’re the one with poor taste!”

They bicker all the way, until they’re lovingly threatened by Riddle to NOT say a word, or its way more then off with your head, got it~?

SAVANACLAW

An extremely good-looking lion man- lion man, the fuck???- who lazily looks around at your dorm. Behind him is an EVEN better looking man, this one with a very fluffy tail and BEEG ears and BEEG body and my god, wow... he also sexy- like, sexier then lion man.

“Furry?” You mutter, your eyes falling onto another boy with animal-like ears and tail, except he’s shorter then the two, but his eyes seem to have more light in them.

“Happy New Year, prefect~!” He cheers on, his small tail wagging- oh that is cute oh my fuck- oh shit-

“...what the fuck? Why the fuck are there furries?” You gasp in alarm, running your hands through your hair in a frantic manner. “HAVE I MISSED A FUCKING GENERATION OF FURRIES?!”

“NONONONO NO NO NO THERE’S NO FUCKING WAY- NO-” You scream, falling onto the floor and grabbing a piece of your hair.

A shadow seems to loom over you, and you can feel something fluffy- or maybe that’s just you. “Prefect, are you okay- not like I’m worried, or anything, but...?” That line seems like something you’ve heard, but from where?

“Has the herbivore lost their mind?” Sexy lion man can be heard asking in the back, his voice quickly slipping into a yawn.

“Are ya worried, Leona?” The smaller guy teases, a ‘shi shi shi’ going past his lips.

“Tch.”

Well they seem like good friends- nice.

“I’m fine-” You look up and BAM WOAH WHAT IS THAT- SOMEONE’S PANTS AREA THING NOPE-

“I’M NOT FINE FUCKKKKKKK!” You scream back. The guy jumps back.

“Prefect, are you possessed?”

“By this stage? I might as well fucking be- HAH!” And you snort at that- it’s not even funny, you moron. “Oh, and also sexy lion man- yeah I’m talking to you, yeah you-” You point at said man. “I’m not a herbivore, okay? Like, I’m not a vegan (NO OFFENSE TO THE VEGANS OUT THERE), umm...” You slip into a dramatic accent where everything becomes more pronounced.

“I’m a fucking omnivore, and if you wanna like, insult me, please do it right. Thanks.” You pose, your hands making a heart shape, before slumping onto strong boy’s arms.

“Pfft- AHAHAHAH-” And Ruggie’s gone and lost his shit, because what’d you expect, right?

Leona looks surprised, before becoming very irritated, dragging Ruggie by the scruff/neck and walking away, leaving Jack to deal with you.

His seniors out of earshot and eyeshot, he glances at your sleeping form, which was nuzzling up to him, sighing in bliss as the warmth surrounds you.

He lets out a snicker despite his best efforts not too. Goodness, you surprise him every day.

He easily brings you inside with a princess carry, making sure to respectfully touch only your legs and you back to support you.

He glances at your sleeping form- what on earth were you doing that could keep you up so late, anyways? Oh, he finds out by passing through the living room, TV still on.

He finds your bedroom and lays you down there, not bothering to bring Grim inside- just kidding, he absolutely brings Grim in because he knows how much you love each other, but you didn’t hear that from me~

He glances at your form again and brushes some hair out of your face. The steady rise and fall of your chest eases him. Maybe he should stay here, just in case you wake up and act like THAT again and that’s something he’s sure a lot of people aren’t ready to witness.

He takes a chair and sits in front of you, once again having his eyes trained on you, seeing he has nowhere to look at.

A content smile passes your lips, and he smiles at that. What kind of dreams are you having, he wonders? (Little did he know its about him)

Wait.

If he’s waiting for you like this, isn’t that what you usually do for friends?! He stands up immediately, regretting his actions just as fast as he notices you squirm, sighing in relief as you settle back down onto your dazed state again.

“Happy New Year, prefect. Let’s make more memories together.” He mutters lowly, far too low for you to hear but somehow, you smile at just the right moment.

He leaves quickly, a red blush adorning his cheeks. No, that does NOT make him happy in the slightest! His tail isn’t wagging, his ears aren’t red, you’re lying!

Right?

Wrong.

Yeah, right.

Oh, god damn you and making him so confused!

OCTAVINELLE

An incredibly good-looking gent, with a smile on his face that doesn’t look as nice as it should. And look, he’s got a fedora! That speaks fancy~

“Happy New Year, pre-” You take the fedora and slap it onto your head, to the surprise and subsequent irritation of this man.

Or octopus. Honestly, they radiate the same vibe, so you wouldn’t know.

Then, you began doing the Orange Justice (cringe) as you hum- “Mhph, then you break it down! Down! Down! High! Down!”

“Is shrimpy-chan okay?” Oh what the fuck he’s so tall- THERE’S ANOTHER ONE YOU’RE SEEING THINGS-

“Oya oya.” HE HAS ARA-ARA ENERGY OH MY GOD YOU CAN’T DEAL WITH THIS- NONONONONO-

“Ara ara? Ara ara ara~ ara ARA!” You reply in kind, switching to a weird boogie as you sing offkey about a song.

“Under the sea~~~ under the sea~~ something, something, du do do do, under the sea~ under the grass, and till they fall~ ahhhh!!!” You grab the gent’s hands and drag him to you, paying very close attention to your feet as you attempt to tap dance.

The gent splutters indigation, so you leave him be and focus on your feet.

“Ne, that sounds fun!” The 1st double says, following you to dance- except he’s doing way better then you.

“Wha- how the fuck- that’s good! How the fackkkk... fuck... fucking... fucking fucking wop wop!” You giggle, trying to imitate his dance.

“Hehe, shrimpy’s funny when they’re tired!” Double 1 says, grabbing your waist as you shout in fright.

“Jade, maybe we should-”

“Let them be, Azul.”

Upon closer inspection, you realize that this ‘Jade’ has resonating vibes with Sebastian from Black Butler- wait, is this the twin cliche?! Where there’s the crazy one and the other’s the sane one?! But then again, he has that scary smile on his face... hmm, maybe that theory should be left alone.

You, still Double 1′s arms, shout: “Come on butler man! Join us!!!”

“Butler... are you referring to me?” He sounds surprised.

“Yeee! Come on dude,let’s vibeeee-” You stop mumbling and began singing again. “Oh oh, I’m a rebel just for kicks now! OWAH!!!”

“Owah~~” Double 1 joins, and Jade with a grin, joins in. “Owah~”

“...owah...” The gent also joins, albeit in a softer tone.

“What else, shrimp- eh??? They’re asleep!” Floyd pouts as he gazes at your non-moving body. “No fun.”

“Oya, maybe we should bring them back to their couch. It looks like a nice place to be.” Jade remarks, looking at the pile of chips and snacks on the floor. Floyd shruges, dropping you with a thud, but you don’t seem to wake up. Jade picks you up for Floyd and brings you to the couch.

Azul cringes at the sight of messy chips. “It’s giving me heartburn just looking at it.”

“Don’t lie, Azul. We saw you eating the same thing yesterday~” Floyd teases, a wide grin placate on his face.

“...I could’ve sworn nobody saw me! How...” Azul mumbles to himself, a red flush on his face.

“They’re asleep. We should leave them be.” Jade suggests, walking back to the group.

Azul nods. “There’s nothing I can make a deal about, anyway. And, the benevolent sea witch wouldn’t agree with that, wouldn’t she?”

"Yeah! Goodnight, shrimpy!” Still, you don’t reply, but Floyd looks happy enough since he hoists Azul up from his stand and walks out with him, princess style.

“F-floyd, put me down!”

“Nah, Jade looked really happy holding Shrimpy, so I’ll do the same to you~”

“Floyd!”

Jade walks behind them, watching as they have their fun.

Did I really look that happy? He glances back at your living room and gives a rare, sincere smile to the dimly lit room.

“Goodnight, prefect. I hope to get along with you better.” He whispers to himself, before closing the door gently behind and catching up to his brother.

SCARABIA

Sunshine??? in the form of a... homo sapient???? and a snake??? why the fuck-???

“Happy New Year, prefect! I brought you some food, a few blankets and oh!” The sunshine greets, giving you things, which you don’t have the strength to take, but nod as thanks anyways. He hands you a carpet, incredibly soft, 100% quality. “A carpet- eh, prefect?! Are you okay?!” The sunshine fusses, grabbing your cheeks in worry.

You melt, easing into the touch. “I’m okay now.” You lazily reply, giving him a slow wink. “Haha, get it? Cause- cause you’re here, and you’re the sun, and you’re cute, so like... haha? No?” You don’t let him reply as you sigh and nod, taking his hands of your cheeks. “Alright.”

The sunshine grins at your attempt. “I don’t really know what you mean, but thanks!” Oh my god he’s so cute-

“...hopefully, these things can dress up your broken- er, rustic house.” The snake replies, watching your behavior with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

You son of a bitch-

“Look, snake-man. No no no no, look at me. Watashi no eyes, you look at eyes- you see my eyes?” You stalk towards the snake, squinting at the bright sun (2 suns) as you trudge towards him. “Y-you see? Yeah, these eyes have tried their FUCKING best to fix up this dorm, so please, bro, please don’t like, mock it cuz like-- it’s really fucking hard- and you know why?!”

“Why?” The sunshine questions, just as you hope (but for some reason, the snake has backed away and is guarding the sunshine. You wonder why.)

“Lemme tell you why- lemme tell you why. So, this bird-man bitch boy I don’t fucking know, right-” The snake sort of laughs at this description as sunshine nods. “This guy, right, leaves ALL this SHIT to me- like BITCH, did you see the fucking state of this... I don’t know, um, SHACK?!” You point aggressively at the house. “Yeah man, it was SHIT! Like, there were holes, rats on the ground, and there were a insects everywhere...” Oho, snake seems to tense up at this, walking towards sunshine in a scared manner.

“The wood was rotting, it smelled like mold... the couches were moldy, the BED was moldy... it was... it was FUCKING shit mate, like the fuck?! You expect me to clean up that shit in what, like...” You bring up your fingers, not even counting. “Three fucking days? Like what the fucking hell, bitch? I’d like to- to- to know what the fuck crossed his mind, like the fuck, you know?”

“That seems hard, prefect. Do you want us to help?” The sunshine offers, but the snake interjects, saying: “Kalim (oh, so his name is Kalim, huh? Cute name for a cute guy!), how many times do I have to tell you? Don’t-”

“But it looks like they’re having a really hard time!” Kalim argues, pouting and looking at you pitifully, and you give the snake a woeful mourning face. The snake glares at you, before sighing heavily. Ah, damn, you feel kind of bad.

“Nah, it’s okay sunshine, I can handle it. Oh, by the way, have ya seen my baby?” You say nonchalantly, describing your feline friend.

“Baby?” The snake pales. “You have a baby?!”

“Prefect, why do you have a baby?” The sunshine panics too, eyes widening, forgetting the nickname you gave him.

“Yeah, I do! Wanna see-” Slump! You fall onto the ground before you can finish your sentence, leaning across the snake’s legs.

“Oh... they’re probably talking about Grim...” Jamil realizes, sighing in relief at the thought.

“Oh yeah, that’s probably it! Hehe, we think alike, Jamil!” Kalim grins, much to the chagrin of Jamil.

“Yeah, yeah, we do. Now come on-” Jamil lifts up your body, princess style and grunts. “Help me open the door.”

“Sure thing!” Kalim hums, opening the door. “What do you think they were doing, looking so tired?”

Jamil shrugs, walking inside ASAP, first giving the dorm a quick sweep with his eyes- he isn’t quite sure how to feel about the bugs you said. They pass by the living room and upon seeing the disarray, nod in understanding.

“Kalim, can you clean it while I put the prefect back in their room?” Kalim nods and gets to work, rolling up his sleeves.

Jamil smiles, nodding as he walks towards your bedroom, opening it with his foot. Surprisingly, it looks WAY cleaner then your living room- you really did stay up all night to watch whatever show was on, huh? The bed isn’t even creased.

Jamil sets you down gently, and you immediately roll to the side, sighing in comfort. He watches as the crumbs of snacks fall onto the bed, and thanks the graces that its not Kalim’s, or his bed that got the food spilled, phew.

Speaking of Kalim, how is he faring? Jamil walks back to the living room, fully expecting to see Kalim get distracted, but much to his ACTUAL surprise, the room is a quarter cleaned. The crisps are thrown in the trash bin and the blankets are folded up, albeit not neatly.

Jamil smiles, a little bit proud of Kalim. “Kalim?”

“Here. Shh, not so loud. Grim’s sleeping.” Kalim whispers back, waving from the kitchen. “I’m trying to clean the dishes, but...”

“Here, let me teach you.” And so, they two do their best to help clean the living room until it’s up to Jamil’s standard.

“I bet they’ll feel surprised when they wake up!” Kalim giggles, happy that it’s clean.

“I hope so, it’ll be a waste if we did all this and they didn’t notice.” Jamil frowns, crossing his arms, satisfied. “I’m sure they liked the gifts, Kalim?”

“Really?! I didn’t go overboard, right?!” Kalim worries, looking at Jamil in concern.

“You always do.” Was Jamil’s snide remark.

“Jamil!” Kalim pouts, and Jamil nods.

“It’s true.”

“Aww... I thought I really... aww...” Kalim shakes his head, cheering up immediately. “There’s always next time! Let’s visit Heartslabyul next, Jamil!”

“Let’s go.” And Kalim rushes out, shouting a ‘Happy New Year!’ to the dorm, despite his previous warning. Jamil says nothing, echoing his behavior as they walk out.

(And it’s true. After 14 hours or so, you wake up, walked towards the living room, and cried the SHIT out of your eyes. It really was nice to see, you know?)

DIASOMNIA

You can’t distinguish who the fuck this person is, but they’re definitely tall.

“Who the fucking hell??? Is so fucking tall?” You ask in a whisper. “Hello?”

“Don’t talk to Malleus-sama that way, human!” A guy that looks similar to a cucumber yells.

“Shut up, my guy. Oh shit, sorry I probably sound really fucking rude hah.” You snort, pinching the nose of your bridge. “Um, what can I do for you? Or something?”

“You look pale.” A softer voice comments. You turn to look at him and oh fucking HELL he looks so... soft??? Princely???

“Woah.” You breathe, grabbing his face. He quickly pushes you off, but you don’t mind. “What the fuck... Your face??? Is?? Nice???”

“Thank... you...?” He says strangely, stepping away. “Da- LIlia-sama, I think we should leave. ___ doesn’t seem to feel well.”

“Nonsense, ___’s fine. It’s probably just lack of sleep.” You let out a bark at that.

“Hah, lack of sleep. More like lack of heat!” You giggle at that- why did you giggle at that it literally makes no sense. You turn to look at this ‘Lilia’ person and holy shit, is that a d i l f ?

“...Dilf?” You mutter, stetching out your hand to touch this short emo man. “Emo???”

“What is a dlif?” Emo man’s face contorts into confusion, one that is not often seen in his face. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that phrase...”

“Dad’s I’d Like to Fuck, because damn bro, you look- you look like you raised hot kids and set them on a frying pan do you get me, cuz like you’re also sexy? I don’t... yeah.” You nod heavily at your sentence.

Emo man and prince-looking guy’s face contorts into a grin and a horrified look respectively. Tall man seems to have the same face as prince-looking guy, while Cucumber just... freezes.

“Are y’all okay??? You know what, I don’t- I don’t have- I’m not- I’m- I’VE GOT THE APPLE BOTTOM JEANS, BOOTS- BUTTS- BUTTS WITH THE FURRR, THE WHOLE CLUB WAS LOOKING AT HER~” You break out into a song, changing your voice to a country accent.

“SHE TOOK THE FLOOR AND GOT THE JEANS AND WENT LOW LOW LOW low low low low...” You sync in with the music, going lower to the beat until you lay your body on the ground and slowly lose sight (or blurry shapes) in front of you.

You don’t know what happens next, but you do know that someone’s riding a small cow. With big horns. And hair? With the bit of consciousness you have left, you reach up to touch the cow horns.

“Sick...” You mutter, and your hands fall slack on the small cow’s horns and you finally fall into well-deserved sleep.

EXTRA

“Lilia.”

"SEE SILVER, I TOLD YOU THAT PEOPLE WOULD-”

“I DON’T NEED TO HEAR IT, DAD!”

“NONE OF US DO!”

“Lilia.”

“I- I’M A DILF- I- I’M A DILF- HAH, I’M- OW OW OW... ow.. my back... oh, yes... Malleus?”

“I’m bringing the human inside.”

“Sure..- argh, ow ow ow... Silver, Sebek, come help me!”

“Yes, old man...”

“...”

“Pfft... a dilf... a dilf....” Malleus snickers at your naming choices, lighting up candles that you’ve strategically set. Once the lights are on, he can’t help but squint at the messiness of your dorm. He walks past the living room and opens your simple bedroom door, placing you on your bed. You don’t seem to be unbetrubed, but you squeezing something in the air. Ah, perhaps you’re looking for the cat?

Poof! Grim instantly nuzzles into you, and you both sign at the warm heat between you. Malleus smiles at the sight and leans closer to you, and whispers: “Happy New Year, child of man. Let’s make more memories together.” He gazes at your simple room, and his eyes falls at your bedside table. He smiles fondly at the picture on your bedside table. It’s you, Grim and him in Ramshackle’s living room, you making flower crown as you bitch on about physics, Grim agreeing and complaining as well.

He gives you a small pet on the head and disappears in neon butterflies.

“Shall we go?”

“Oh, young whisperer, you’re back. I take it ___ is back in their bedroom?”

A smile blooms on Malleus’ face. “Yes, now let’s go.”

“Dilf.. dilf...”

“I can’t... dilf... I can’t.. no...”

I don’t fucking know what this is

I just thought--- lilia... is a dad.... and he sexy

and memes... and i created this fic

please enjoy it

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let’s talk racial micro aggressions, because i’ve been seeing a lot of them being used online toward people speaking out about racism and even in fandoms unfortunately, so i think it’s time we have a talk. this is gonna be a semi long one, so buckle up.

just for reference, im asian american. because of that i’ve gone my entire life experiencing racism and discrimination simple because im not white. of course, i have definitely had it better than a lot of people, but that doesn’t take away from my experiences at all. i grew up hating the way i looked, trying to fix myself because i genuinely thought something was wrong with me. this led to years and years of insecurity and self hatred. something i had to go through alone, because my family was white and i was too afraid to tell them how i felt. i was afraid they wouldn’t understand. it’s still something i struggle with, though it’s gotten better.

growing up, as stated before, i was around white people. growing up in a very white town, i unfortunately wasn’t formally educated on racism or what micro aggressions were, i just knew that certain comments made me uneasy and uncomfortable, and hurt my feelings. it wasn’t until i was older, when i started using social media that i really came to understand what all of this was.

a lot of you who have white privilege are using it to uplift bipoc voices, and i think that’s great. however it’s also important to acknowledge that many people who are actively anti racist still have implicit biases, which can lead to microaggressions.

first of all, what are microaggressions? you may or may not be familiar with the term. if you’re not, that’s okay! you can use this post to educate yourself and make sure you don’t make these mistakes in the future. microaggressions are defined as brief and commonplace daily verbal, behavioural, or environmental indignities, whether intentional or unintentional, that communicate hostile, derogatory, or negative prejudicial slights and insults toward any group, particularly culturally marginalized groups.

basically, intentional or unintentional derogatory and prejudice behaviors directed towards marginalized groups.

these are very harmful to marginalized groups, mostly because they’re not as blatant as outright racism, misogyny, homophobia, etc. this makes it often hard to detect, and you may have found yourself using micro aggressions at some point in your life. that’s not important though, what’s important is that, if you have used them in the past, you understand what you said or did was wrong, and that you learn from it.

now, what are specific racial micro aggressions? i’ve compiled a list of them under the cut, and explained why these are insulting and harmful to poc.

“where are you really from” – this insinuates that we will always be seen as foreigners, and not citizens to our own country. it brings on a feeling of not being good enough and that we will not be accepted.

“not everything’s about race” – if you’re white stop telling bipoc how to feel about race. we are tired of it. please don’t speak over us when we are expressing our discomfort. if poc people are telling you something is racist, it’s racist. stop trying to argue with us, as you are not the ones being affected by it.

“your food is so weird” – it’s only weird to you because it hasn’t been westernized or americanized. insisting that foreign foods are weird or gross because you aren’t used to it, is hurtful. it’s insulting.

“all asians look the same” – by saying this, you’re taking away our individuality. asia is a huge continent, not all of us follow the same traditions and not all of us look the same. it’s not a funny joke, and it never has been.

“you’re pretty for a *insert any race here*” – this is just such a backhanded compliment. it implies that we are not typically or conventionally pretty. it has the same negative connotations as saying “you’re really good...for a girl”. that’s misogynistic for the same reasons saying this is racist.

“i don’t see color” – again, you’re basically erasing our individuality and culture and telling us we shouldn’t embrace it. many pocs even completely distance themselves from their cultures to seek white validation, which is in every sense of the word, upsetting. people want to fit in so bad that they’re willing to leave behind their entire culture. something that sucks about being adopted at such a young age from a white family, is that i have never had a connection with my culture. i know nothing about it, and that hurts. i rationalized in my head that the reason i didn’t learn about it sooner was because i was happy, but that was a lie i told myself for years. the sad thing is, is that because i wasn’t connected to my culture at all, i fit in better and had an easier time making friends then other pocs in my school.

assuming all asian people are smart or good at math – stop. it’s not funny. never has been. the stereotype that all asians are smart is not a compliment, and puts a lot of pressure on us as individuals. it objectifies us, assuming we are more like machines and not actual people. long story short, it’s dehumanizing.

“im not/cant be racist i have black friends” – contrary to popular belief, yes you can be. you can still have a racial bias while being friends with bipoc people. being associated with poc people doesn’t suddenly mean you’re not racist. you may even make racist jokes and think it’s okay because they don’t tell you to stop. just because they are seemingly unbothered does not mean it’s not still racist. a lot of times we are uncomfortable in situations like that, but are too afraid to speak up in fear of our feelings being invalidated or being told to lighten up because it’s just a joke. saying we’re too sensitive when it comes to making mockeries of our races and cultures, is also a micro aggression.

saying “you people” or “y’all” when talking, usually negatively, about a person of a specific race – you’re generalizing an entire group because of one bad experience which is just contributing to the stereotypes and racism we face daily. one or a few bad interactions with a person of a different race does not speak for an entire population.

clutching your bag tight when a poc person, usually black or latinx, stands next to you or following them in the store – the way i still have to explain this one in 2020. they are not criminals, but by doing this, you’re contributing to the stereotype that they are all criminals and thugs, which simply isn’t true. this stereotype is very damaging and harmful, as it also contributes to the systematic oppression of those people.

assuming someone only got a certain job or position because they’re bipoc – this insinuates that we did not work hard to get where we are, and that we did not deserve what we got. we simply got it because we aren’t white. affirmative action comes up a lot in this conversation. all affirmative action does is help decide between equally qualified people by favoring the ones who suffer from discrimination in society, but it does not reserve spots for them.

assuming someone knows how to speak mandarin because they’re asian – asia is a large continent with A LOT of languages and cultures. not everyone is chinese. not everyone speaks the same language. it’s insulting and adds to the already hurtful stereotype that all asians look the same.

“you speak english really well” or “how did you learn to speak english so well” – it’s called practicing because people have been making fun of those with accents for years, simply because they are not used to it. being surprised when a poc speaks english well implies that you may think because they’re not white, they are less educated. we’ve simply assimilated because our cultures are constantly rejected and mocked by white people and even other pocs. this also contributes to the notion that westerners are more “civilized” or that they are better, because they(generally speaking this obviously doesn’t apply to everyone)make no effort to learn our cultures, but we have to learn theirs in order to be seen as “acceptable”.

“but *insert race* are racist too” or pointing out immoral things other countries do when people of that race speak up about racism - you’re redirecting the conversation to avoid responsibility. you don’t actually care about those issues, you just want to invalidate our struggles by pointing out that a place many of us have not been to in a long time, or ever, is very flawed. we have no say in what that government chooses to do. not all places are a democracy, and many democracies around the world are flawed.

something important to remember is that anyone can be guilty of implicit bias and micro aggressions. this is not selective to one race.

if you have anymore of these, please feel free to add on. also, if you’re a poc and something i wrote made you uncomfortable, please tell me. i want to make sure im being truthful with what i said. i did do research for some of these, and some were based on personal experiences, but if you want to add to something or you want me to change or delete something do not hesitate to call me out.

unfortunately they and other racial stereotypes are very prevalent in american media, which has normalized it in our society. this post is solely meant to educate if you weren’t previously aware of the dangers micro aggressions have on minorities. i started the list because i was tired of seeing so much normalized racism online, but i hope you learned something useful with this. if you stuck around this long, thank you for listening. i appreciate it a lot.

as for my zutara fans, i apologize for making so many rant posts rather than posting incorrect quotes. i just feel like im able to reach a larger audience with the platform i have on this account than any other one.

anyway, that’s all. thank you again for listening :)

#this is not to take away from blm #i understand that i talked a lot of asian experiences #but that’s just because i am asian #and ive personally gone through them #i’ll link some carrds to blm resources and other world issues tomorrow #it’s 4am now but yeah #please remember that your fight for equality cannot be selective #it’s important that we all understand our differences #and the different struggles we face #but it’s also important that we support each other right now #micro aggression #racism #racial bias #racism in america #black lives matter #fuck the system #its broken #and we need to fix that

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