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kazumiwrites-fanfiction · 8 months

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Accidental Confessions

REQUEST: I FINALLY THOUGHT OF MY REQUEST May I request Azul, Jade and Riddle getting high because of mushrooms for some unknown reason and confessing to a gn reader bc their ability to stay composed just went completely out the window? It's more of a fluff/crack idea I came up with, sorry if it's not too clear @thehollowwriter

SUMMARY: When the usually cool and composed guys accidentally confess due to... Some interesting foods. WORD COUNT: 1.3k

WARNINGS: Mushrooms (need I say anything else), maybe OOC, Jade and Floyd and Azul shenanigans, they may act like they're under the influence of drugs (no actual drugs in the story though!!), these poor guys (please give them hugs), Ace is chaos A/N: Me, trying to make sure I get everything right: *types in Google* "what happens when you get high" on my school computer Don't do drugs guys :D (I would've said kids but I'm like 96% sure that most of the people reading my fics are in fact older than me) I love how I finished this a while ago and then was like "I'm gonna add a bit more to the end" and it was only like a paragraph- Azul is my favorite, you can see from how much I write for him </3 Also I love fluff and crack, I enjoy writing it the most! Feel free to send more requests like these <3

Azul Ashengrotto

You know, Azul should have known better.

Jade always went out and got some mushrooms on his hikes, and he seemed pretty confident that he knew the different types of mushrooms.

But one single mistake - a mushroom similar enough to a perfectly fine edible one - and now he felt woozy.

Great.

It wasn't an unpleasant experience - he felt happy in that dreamy way, where you weren't able to comprehend much. But he knew this was bad.

What if he got addicted? That would ruin all his plans for his future. He needed to have a clear head.

He really should've been resting, but unfortunately, Floyd had ran off (most likely so he didn't have to be near the mushrooms). Due to that, Mostro Lounge needed an extra pair of hands.

So when he saw you, he immediately was on guard as much as he could be. Who knows what he could let slip when you were so close, and his thinking wasn't at its best…

He tried to avoid you, but unfortunately (again? Why were so many bad things happening to him today?) you sat at the table closest to him.

He had to go up to you and take your order. Your sweet smile almost made him melt, a soft flush on his cheeks as he just nodded quietly, jotting your order down.

You thought it was odd - Azul was usually the type to chat people up, try to get as much of a profit in as possible - but today was different. It made you a bit worried, honestly.

As you asked if he was all right, Azul's eyes widened.

His mind went blank, and the only words that left his lips were, "Sorry, you were just really cute, and I-" He froze as he realized the words he said, trying to backtrack, but he couldn't think right. "I mean, I just thought your smile was- you- I-" He shook his head slightly. "Forget it," he said, hands shaking slightly out of embarrassment as he turned and walked away.

As Jade had been watching and listening to the interaction, he quickly made your order before handing it to Azul (who had been hoping for some rest behind the counter before seeing you). Jade was saying something about how Azul really needed to be quicker with processing orders - Azul was pretty sure that Jade knew about his feelings toward the Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm.

Azul sighed softly before trudging back to you, the food and drink you ordered held in a tray. "There you go."

As you inquired about what his previous words had been about, he saw the teasing glint in your eyes.

Did you know?

"It was nothing- I just like you a-" A slip of the tongue. Damn it. He hadn't meant to say that. He quickly backed away before almost sprinting to the VIP Room, his cheeks flushed a bright red. He almost ran into the doorframe though (which Jade may or may not have taken a picture of).

Bonus:

"I told you that Azul likes you a lot." Jade smiled, a small glint of his teeth showing. "Did you plan this?" "Jade might've given Azul an unusual mushroom~" That sing-songy voice had to be Floyd's. "I knew it." You rolled your eyes a little. "That was cute, though. Although your method might have been a little mean. Poor Azul." "You can go talk to him after you enjoy your meal." Jade smiled at you. "And Floyd, you haven't had anything to eat. Perhaps you would like one of the mushroom soups I've made?" "No- I've had enough of your mushrooms." A soft whine came out of the other tweel's lips. "But maybe Koebi-chan wants some?" "Thanks for the offer, but I probably should go to Azul as soon as possible." You laughed softly. "There's no telling what's happening to him right now, after all."

Jade Leech

Jade had a heavy mishap on his hands. He had gone a bit overboard with picking his mushrooms, and then Floyd had gone and messed with his careful labeling.

And then he didn't check the contents and labels thoroughly before he put them into a little snack for himself.

So now here he was, stumbling to Ramshackle Dorm for no reason in particular.

It was a wonder how he hadn't stumbled off the path, what with the hallucinations he was seeing.

He stumbled inside (luckily the door wasn't locked), quickly moving to your room.

At first you thought he was Floyd due to how off he was acting. But nope, that was definitely Jade.

"Jade?" Your eyes were wide as you stared at the male. "What are you doing here?"

"I love youuuuu." Well, that was a surprise.

Now you were really wondering if this wasn't Floyd. It sounded like something he would say.

As the tall male draped himself over you, you awkwardly tried to get both of you comfortable on the small chair. It was no use, however, as you toppled off of your chair and onto the ground.

You let out a soft huff, staring up at Jade who had fallen on top of you. How fun…

He seemed to have fallen asleep, relaxed on top of you. Well, at least he didn't seem to have gotten hurt.

You awkwardly patted his hair as you gave up trying to move. The floor was uncomfortable… But you could bear it, you didn't want to stop looking at Jade's sleeping face.

Riddle Rosehearts

Ace, the prankster he was, had put in an insane amount of sugar in some cookies he was making. He had then given the cookies to Riddle.

The unsuspecting Riddle had accepted the cookies, feeling a bit confused. Why was Ace making cookies…? No matter.

He was starting to eat some of the cookies when you had been brought to the Heartslabyul dorm (totally not by force).

You were also confused, and for good reason. Ace was saying something about pranking his housewarden, but to be honest? What reason did he have for calling you here?

You were pretty sure it was just so Ace didn't get punished. He didn't want to keep getting in trouble, after all. Though, the rational thought would be to not prank Riddle at all… But oh well.

"Hey, Riddle," you said, feeling a bit uncertain. You smiled a little at the male.

"Oh- hi, kantokusei." The red-haired male blinked at you, looking confused.

"Yeah, so- Ace dragged me here? I don't really know why, but-"

He paused for a heartbeat before replying. "I don't know why he brought you here either." He sighed softly, shaking his head.

"Well…" You shrugged awkwardly. "Are those cookies any good?" You gestured vaguely towards the plate in front of him.

"They're too sweet." Riddle frowned a little. "Ace has no delicacy in doing these things, he thinks more is always better."

You let out a soft laugh. "Sounds like him." Just as you reached for a cookie, his hand brushed past yours.

He froze, cheeks flushing adorably. All the sugar in his system was making his heart race and not be focused on what he was thinking.

Before he could even question it, he grabbed your hands. "…I like you a lot." he got out before freezing yet again, hands still holding yours. Why had he said that?

Little did either of you know, Ace was wheezing behind the closed door. He had put in a small little potion, nothing major, that caused a person to say what they felt to the person they liked. He had gotten it from Azul, and it clearly had worked.

The deal had been worth it to get blackmail on his housewarden. Now, if only he could somehow use this to get rid of Riddle as housewarden and all of his strict rules… That would be great. Maybe he could even actually win?

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garfield-mug · 5 months

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Can I request a Bob blurb? Maybe he has a really hot girlfriend and nobody believes him until they meet her? You can do whatever you want with this!

A/N: for the purposes of this story, the daggers are permanently stationed in san diego. idk if this really fits the request, but i look at bob and immediately think that man can dance, so....

also, the squad gives bob a bit of a hard time in this one, but i promise they love each other lmao and the length of this may have gotten away from me, but i had fun, so it's okay lol and this isn't proofread bc i'm tired so excuse any spelling errors (i'll stop talking now byeee!)

(p.s. see if you can spot the movie reference, 10 bonus points to whoever points it out)

Word Count: 2.2k

Content Warnings: none unless you don't like dancing ;)

Cheek to Cheek

Bob knew he wasn't really a "ladies' man." He was rather quiet and reserved, keeping to himself most of the time. He wasn't cocksure and forward, like Jake. He wasn't a goofy, shameless flirt, like Bradley. He didn't consider himself shy; he wasn't afraid to engage in conversation or make friends. Bob just preferred to sit back and observe. He liked to watch and listen, getting a good read of every room he walked into. Watching and listening was how he noticed you.

You were a sight to behold. Bob reasoned that you had to be new to the club because he would've noticed you before.

Bob doesn't get much downtime, but when he does, he likes to spend it at the San Diego Swing Dance Club. Since he was little, Bob loved to dance. He remembers his mother teaching him a basic waltz when he was about seven. Gliding and twirling around the living room on top of his ma's feet are some of his fondest memories. He started ballroom classes when he was around twelve (he wanted to impress his date to his very first dance) and fell even more in love with the art. His repertoire grew and grew, having meticulously memorized different styles (paso doble was his favorite). He still loved dancing as he grew older, able to turn on the charm as easy as he knew the moves. He loved the way dancing made him feel. Bob never felt more free than when he was drifting about the dancefloor, leading his partner. He thought it was the closest you could get to flying while staying on the ground.

That's why, when he noticed you, he knew he had to have a dance. Thankfully, his regular partner, Julie, understood and agreed to the switch for the night (she was a great wingwoman). For as often as he was in his head, Bob usually never got nervous. He was nervous approaching you. He remembers it like it was yesterday. It was Lindy Hop night and you were wearing grey striped slacks, a white blouse with the sleeves rolled up to your elbows, and an old, beat up pair of white slip-on vans. He was in his usual button down and slacks. One look at you and he knew he was a goner. You looked a bit disheveled, hair haphazardly put up and out of your face, making small talk with a few other members of the group. He thought you looked ever so slightly out of place and that it was so, so endearing.

Eventually, he worked up the courage to ask you for a dance. It did take more than a few pep talks from Julie to get him to go over to you, but she didn't have to literally drag him there, so it was a success. He asked for a dance, holding out his hand. You said yes.

One dance turned into two, then three, and eventually you'd danced the whole night away. You'd exchanged numbers before going home and then you weren't just meeting once a week at the dance club. You were making time to see each other whenever possible. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. It had now been six months since you and Bob made it official and you couldn't be happier.

Now, it made sense with his job and his general personality why the rest of the Dagger Squad hadn't known about you. They'd had conversations about their love lives often, but Bob had never really volunteered much information. You two had a good thing going and he liked to keep good things to himself for a while. Plus, the conversation rarely ever got turned his way. Bob was... very unassuming. The rest of the squad, except for Nat, never really inquired much about Bob's love life. It's not like Bob was purposely keeping you from his friends— it just never really came up. Nat was the only one who knew Bob was seeing someone and she was keeping it close to her chest out of respect for her friend and WSO, but also in the event that it spawned a bet. A bet she would surely win.

Eventually, one evening at the Hard Deck, the Daggers were all discussing their love lives once again. Mickey turned to Bob and asked if he was seeing anyone.

"I am, actually." Bob felt 5 more pairs of eyes snap to him, a collective "what?!" buzzing in the air at their inquisitive looks.

"You're seeing someone?" Jake asked, partially stunned. Bob wasn't offended, he knew he presented as a bit of a wallflower, and he was okay with that.

"What, you jealous, Bagman?" Bradley couldn't help himself. Jake's gaze snapped to the other aviator, challenging. Despite them both being on... better terms after the uranium mission, they still liked to jab at each other. Jake was usually better at it— slow, persistent needling while keeping a calm and collected facade. Bradley was more direct, favoring an immediate reaction over slow buildup.

Before Jake could respond, Bob cut in, turning the focus back to him.

"Matter of fact, I am," He sat a little straighter, dusting his pants of remnants of the peanuts he was snacking on. Natasha took a swig from her beer to hide the sly grin that was threatening to break across her face.

"Romantically? You're seeing someone romantically?" Reuben questioned.

"Sure am." Bob pushed his glasses further up his nose. He was thinking about you and how he wished you'd been able to come out tonight. You had talked to Bob about coming by to meet his friends, but scheduling conflicts always arose.

"What's her name?" Mickey asked.

"What's she look like?" Nat played into it, ignoring the pointed look Bob shot her way. He was still thinking of you, particularly about how darling you looked when you writhed underneath him, but they didn't need to know about that. Instead, Bob refocused, a dreamy smile taking over his features and a rosy blush creeping up his neck, landing on his cheeks. He couldn't help but look at the ground for a few moments, then he relayed your name. It felt so natural falling from his lips. The squad was eager for more information.

"She's just... perfect. She's smart and funny and so, so beautiful. She's got these eyes that just... and her smile?" Bob sighs, he actually sighs.

"I don't buy it." Jake is the first to burst the bubble. "I mean, we ask you what she looks like and all you give us is "oh, her eyes, her smile"? No way," Jake throws back the rest of his drink. Mickey and Reuben nod, signaling their agreement. Natasha smiles devilishly to no one but herself.

"C'mon, Bagman, he's clearly telling the truth. I mean, look at him. He's actually lovesick." Bradley chimes in. He knows what a man in love looks like.

"Yeah, it's kind of disgusting," Javy pipes up, firmly siding with Bradley.

"Well boys," Nat claps Bob on the shoulder. "Looks like we have a bet on our hands." She watches the men around the high-top table, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hundred dollars in the pot says Bob's mystery girl is real. You in?"

Nat pulls out five twenty dollar bills, placing them in the middle of the table. Bob watches in amusement.

"Steep price, Natty, but I'll bite." Jake throws his wager in as well.

Eventually, everyone put some money in the pot, much to Nat's satisfaction, even if she would have to split the prize money.

"Alright, alright... When and where can we meet your lovely lady?" Jake asks Bob, who is glancing down at his watch.

"Uhh, this Thursday at the San Diego Swing Dance Club. Seven-thirty, sharp. Wear something nice, but comfortable." With that, Bob was throwing on his jacket and out the door, headed home to see you. He wouldn't have left so abruptly, but you'd sent him a text and he wasn't going to keep you waiting.

The Daggers were even more perplexed. Well, all except for Nat, but the rest didn't need to know about it.

"San Diego Swing Dance Club?" Reuben was taken aback. Jake was thoroughly amused.

"Oh I have got to see this now."

The week flew by, and eventually it was Thursday evening. You were excited to finally meet Bob's friends, he talked about them so often. You'd be lying if you said you weren't a bit nervous, fretting over your outfit and hair more than usual, not to mention your makeup.

"Babydoll, you'll look beautiful no matter what you choose." Bob had been sitting on your bed for the better part of an hour now, as you agonized over your outfit choice.

You sighed, coming to sit next to him. "I just want to make a good first impression." You rest your head on his shoulder.

"I promise they'll like you no matter what you wear." Bob presses a kiss to your temple. You take a deep breath and close your eyes.

"I'll go with the plaid pants then."

Bob huffs out a laugh, "Alright, baby."

The Daggers arrived at seven-thirty, sharp. Just like Bob had told them. Nat sent Bob a text, letting him know that they'd arrived. He excused himself from the group to collect the rest of his friends. He was excited, happy to share one of his passions with the people he called friends. He was also happy to finally introduce his girl to the rest of his friends. Bob made his way over to the rest of the squad, clustered awkwardly by the main entrance of the dance hall.

"Glad you could make it!" Bob pulls Natasha in for a hug and greets the rest of the guys in a similar fashion.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, Bobby." Jake says, eyes sweeping the room for a lady to take home for the night. Bradley and Javy were doing the same. Mickey and Reuben had brought partners for the evening— a double date.

The group fell into their usual rhythm, easy conversation and a few friendly jabs here and there. Almost forgetting the reason why they were there. Almost. Jake was just about to bring up the fact that they still had yet to meet Bob's mystery girl, when the intro to Thurston Harris' Little Bitty Pretty One started playing from the bandstand. It was jive night, which just so happened to be your favorite. Scanning the crowd, your eyes found Bob talking with his friends. 'Well, it's now or never,' you thought, and you were beelining towards your boyfriend so you could make it onto the floor for the first dance. Bob was just telling Nat about this new recipe he tried out for dinner when he felt a tug on his arm. He turned to look at you and smiled.

"Bobby c'mon, can't miss the first dance!"

He looked back at his friends, "Be right back," and Bob was off to the dancefloor with you. The Daggers watched as he whisked you away, stepping into a seamless jive. You felt like you were positively flying, floating through the air, feet touching every cloud. The way you and Bob danced together was something special. You could read each other in a way most dance partners wished they could. Feeling the music, keeping in time with the rhythm, anticipating and adapting to every move the other made. Improvisation was the purest form of art, the amount of trust placed in your partner is unlike anything else. You and Bob had something special, there was no denying that, especially as you were twirling across the floor.

"Who knew he could move like that?" Javy had to pick his jaw up off the floor.

"They make it look so effortless," Reuben looked utterly amazed.

Jake had to admit, he was impressed. Game recognizes game and damn it, Bob Floyd had game. It really was always the quiet ones. You were pretty, and you seemed fun. You seemed like you'd be good for Bob, even though they hadn't technically met you yet. Jake couldn't even be mad that he'd lost the bet. What he needed now was to learn how to dance like Bob because apparently, that was a great way to meet a lady. You and Bob were out of breath when you rejoined the group, introductions going a smooth as ever. You like the squad and the squad liked you. By the end of the night, you and Bob had shown everyone how to do a basic jive. Reuben, Mickey, and Javy caught on quickly, feeling comfortable enough to join the people out on the main floor. Bradley and Jake needed... help. Nat was managing, wanting a bit more time to figure the steps out before trying them on the floor.

Before everyone knew it, it was ten o'clock and the band was saying goodnight. You and Bob were saying your goodbyes, ready to head home. Once you and him were out the door, Natasha turned to Bradley and Javy.

"Alright, we split this three ways and make sure to absolutely rub it in Jake's face." Nat divvies up the cash and Bradley and Javy take their cuts. Javy gives a curt nod and a smile before walking to his car.

Bradley turns to Natasha. "Can I walk you to your car?" He offers his arm.

"Sure," Nat smiles and accepts.

#robert bob floyd #bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd fic #bob floyd fanfiction #robert bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #robert floyd x reader #top gun maverick hangman #tgm #top gun: maverick #tgm fic #my fic

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badasgirlfriend · 7 months

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hi I love your jesse Swanson x reader stories. Loved them!! If you're still doing requests, could I request a jesse Swanson x reader where the reader is also a singer and is in the bellas and do the part in pitch perfect 1 where they do the riff off and Jesse sings feels like the first time and do the reader rapping instead of beca?

Pretty Boy | Jesse Swanson

pairing: jesse swanson x fem!reader

fandom: pitch perfect

a/n: hii thank u for the req and sorry for taking so long i was ia for a bit, i only changed the ending bc i dont like the song because beca raps (dont attack me) hope u like it<3

"Come on, sing along," Chloe chirped, gesturing for Y/N to join the Bellas as they prepared. Y/N just shook her head, feeling anxious, riff of, what they called it wasn't her thing. But Chloe didn't seem to notice.

"Nah, I'm good," Y/N said, attempting to be polite. Chloe just nodded in response and flashed a smile of support as she joined her friends

Y/N noticed Jesse gazing at her, and she stared right back with a curious expression. Jesse cracked a mischievous smile, then madr a thumbs-down gesture and mouthed, "You're going down."

Y/N giggled as she let loose a playful blow kiss right at him. only for him to catch the kiss midair and press it against his heart

Y/N was relieved that it was night and that Jesse was too far away from her to notice her blushing. But this exchange had not gone unnoticed by Aubrey, who had been watching their whole interaction from the beginning.

"Go, Stacy!" She cheered for her closest friend as she stole the spotlight from Donald. Everyone's eyes were on her

"Baby, all through the night I'll make love to you," Fat Amy chimed in, but Jesse stepped in front of her, stopping her mid-song.

"And I guess it's just the woman in you," he sang, making the Belles groan. The rest of the group made their way to their designated spots, grumbling in protest.

"That brings out the man in me" he pointed at Y-Y/N smiling

"Idiot" she muttered trying to hide her grin

"It feels like the first time" he continued singing, opening his jacket to show his chest. He placed his hand on his heart just like before and winked at her

"Feels like the very first time"

Y/N didn't understand where her newfound confidence was coming from, but she suspected the drinks she had earlier might be playing a part. Yet, she was also convinced Jesse was behind her feelings. Without giving it any thought, she charged towards Jesse, eager to take advantage of the moment.

"it feels like the first time-"

"It's like everytime they turn the lights down," Y/N cut him off with a sly smirk and Jesse's eyes widened in amusement. He backed away and gave Y/N the spotlight with a round of applause. "just wanna go that extra mile for you"

She looked at the crowd and everyone was staring at her confused, even the Bellas.

'extra mile..?" Aubrey muttered trying to remember the song

Y/N was now regretting her decision as everyones eyes were on her, even the Bellas weren't backing her up

'Seriously does no one know this song' she thought to herself

Jesse's encouraging smile gave her the confidence she needed to dive back into the song "Go on,"

"We can get down," Y/N sang, now more in tune "Like there's no one around"

Amy and Stacey both gasped as they began to understand what Y/N was singing. Stacey had already joined in the song, her voice perfectly harmonizing with Y/N's. The two Belles' vocals blended together seamlessly, now with Amy joining them

"We keep on rockin' we keep on rockin"

"Cameras are flashin'" Amy made camera noises towards Emma and Stacey as they grinded on each other "while we're dirty dacing"

Jesse let out a sharp "woah" as Emma danced. One of the Treblemakers patted Jesse's shoulder in encouragement. Jesse didn't care about the outcome of the competition; if losing meant he got to see Y/N like this, he would willingly come up as the losing team every time.

In his eyes, Y/N was breathtakingly beautiful. Every laugh was like a melodic refrain that made his heart race a bit faster. His eyes were glued to her every movement, especially the graceful twirls that she would execute.

"They keep watchin' they keep watchin" The rest of the Bellas all joined in, singing the lyrics with the trio, except for Audrey, who seemed oblivious to the song.

Seeing as the crowd was completely caught up in Y/N's performance, she turned towards them and sang in a louder voice, "Feels like the crowd is saying", prompting the audience to join in with

"Gimme, gimme, more gimme more gimme more." Y/N beamed in satisfaction as everyone joined in and sang along with her.

"Anddd, we're out" Y/' said as they finished the song, everyone clapping and cheering. Jesse laughed joining the applause. Before he could say anything the MC came

"Okay funs over sorry laddies the word you needed to match was 'It' not 'It's'. You are CUT OFF" he shouted and the trebles cheered

"What when did that rule happen" Chloe shouted

"Whatever stupid riff off"

Y/N smiled, her expression showing no sign of disappointment. As she saw Jesse in the crowd, she sent a warm, appreciative smile and said, "Congratulations, pretty boy."

Jesse grinned mischievously and replied, "Does the winner get a gift?"

"You wish" Y/N rolled her eyes

This was the moment, Jesse thought to himself, the perfect instant to ask Y/N out. "Hey, I was wondering if maybe..."

But before he could finish, Audrey abruptly interrupted, "Y/N! We have to go."

Disappointed with the interruption, Jesse turned to Audrey, his expression one of annoyance.

"Sorry, chief's calling," she said with a light chuckle

"I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked

"Definitely," Y/N replied,

Y/N followed Audrey and then suddenly stopped, turning to face Jesse once again "Jesse," she breathed, her eyes shining with determination.

With swiftness, she leaned in towards Jesse and planted a brief kiss on his cheek, leaving him completely stunned and unable to hide his flush of surprise.

"Good night"

As Y/N hurried away, Jesse was left standing there, his face flushed with surprise. His hand was still covering the spot on his cheek where the unexpected kiss landed he murmured to himself

"Good night... fucking hell." He shook his head the grin never leaving his face

#jesse swanson pitch perfect #pitch perfect #jesse swanson #jesse swanson x reader #jesse swanson x y/n #jesse swanson fic #jesse swanson imagine #pitch perfect fanfiction #pitch perfect imagine #skylar astin

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 6 months

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Hello, could I please request in general dating Tangerine from Bullet train headcanons please :)

hii!! ofc ofc! hope you like it💌

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DATING HC’s

tangerine x f!reader

I have MANY thoughts, listen up

(some of these have probably been said in my other hc’s, but I’ve done so many it’s hard to know what I have and haven’t said😭)

— I don't think he has just one love language- he has at least 3: acts of service, gift giving and physical touch. acts of service- he'd get you drinks and snacks without asking. picks up stuff you might want/ need from the shops. does something for you that you didn't want to do. makes you dinner. fills your car with fuel. cleans your car. dishes. takes off your shoes and puts away your coat (all in all, princess treatment) gift giving- always brings back something for you when away on work. treats you to shopping days (he's very well off, so likes to splurge on you) gives you his card when you online shop (he trusts you with it. you may not want to use it, but he'd reassure you or steal your phone/ laptop to pay for it) gets you lavish gifts. physical touch- likes to know that you're near, especially when out, needs your hand in his or your arm wrapped around his. soft touches when he walks past you (small of back, shoulder, hand) unintentional strokes on your arm or leg when watching something. plays with your hand/ fingers, makes circles, light brushes, that kinda thing. plays with your hair. cuddles and kisses

— ties in with love languages, but he gets you something when he goes to the shop for cigs. goes corner shop and always brings you back a bar of chocolate or a drink. also gets you flowers just bc (but not down the road bc it's a rip-off!! (even though he has a shit tonne of money (I think anyway) he's sometimes pretty tight with it - frugal if you will))

— tries not to raise his voice around you

— lovingly calls you 'insults', like nob, dick, twat

— in bed, he sleeps closest to the door (he thinks that keeps you safe)

— takes you on date nights whenever he gets the chance

— he doesn't treat you like you're disposable

— he respects women bc I say so, and not just you bc he’s dating/ with you. but women in general - waitresses, staff at the shop, an old lady in the street. I reblogged this ages ago, but something about it’s “okay to kill people (have to specify fiction) but never okay to disrespect women,” that’s him

— wants to eventually lead a simple, quiet life with you

— isn't great at expressing himself but tries hard to be better at it for you

— very observant and takes time to learn things about you. he listens to you, even when you think he doesn't. remembers things about your family, friends & work

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#ask #I want him so bad I wanna cry #tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x you #tangerine fluff #tangerine headcanon #tangerine x fem!reader

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johnslittlespoon · 1 month

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sorry i dont know how to be happy...and slight cw for implied sexual harassment feel free not to post this <3

but. bucky having a close call incident with one of the guards in the camp- the first person he runs into after *isn't* gale but the get the vibes of what happened and know they need to get *him* to gale asap. and gale is so angry and hurt but tries so hard to push it down to comfort him </3 his poor sweet boy has been strugglig enough and really didn't need one more thing. sobbing in gale's big arms telling him he's sorry, gale rocking him shushing him telling him he has not one thing to be sorry for he didn't do anything wrong.

giving me angst asks is so dangerous rn while i'm still in post–finale grief lmfaoooo count your days (buckle in, i think this is gonna get lengthy and i should probably just write a oneshot bc i have many thoughts but we'll see) (and yeah, cw for assault)

i haven't seen anyone talk about this happening to john (might've just missed it tbf) and in a way i get it, because y'know gale is 'visually' more likely to be a target of things like that and we don't see what he goes through at the camp before john gets there, but i'm also surprised that i haven't seen more posts talking about it the other way around because i mean john literally comes into camp with a reputation, we see it right off the bat when the interrogator basically calls him on being a man whore lol.

i can see guards (hypocritically, bc they'll turn around and hurl slurs in the next breath) making offhand comments and passes at him, "nothing that i can't handle" when one of the others catches it happening one day, and the way john is so nonchalant about it makes them wonder how often it happens.

but one day a guard doesn't like the way he mouths off at them when they say something gross to john, and it results in john being shoved to the ground with the guard atop his back in a quiet corner of the camp, and he doesn't even hear half of what's being said because his ears start ringing and all he can remember is the feeling of the cold cobble street beneath his face and the shouts of the riot around him.

vaguely registers the guard moving to feel him up, his skin crawling, bile rising in his throat, but it only takes a few seconds before someone else is approaching and the guard jumps up so as to not cause suspicion. john drags himself back to his feet in a daze, stumbling away in the general direction of his block with his head buzzing, flinches hard when he feels a hand on his arm but realizes it's just brady looking at him with concern, brady who'd caught the guard on top of him.

gale looks up from his bunk when the door opens and he sees brady ushering john in, watches brady sag with relief when he sees gale's there, and gale only has to glance at john to know something's happened, rolls out of his bunk immediately and looks at brady in alarm. he sees red when brady tells him how he'd found john, but john is staring into a corner of the room and he knows anger isn't what he needs right now, so he swallows it down, moves to stand in front of john instead as brady leaves the room, reaching up to cup his face in his hands.

john's eyes move to look at him, but he's not really looking at him, until gale murmurs a "hey, you're okay", brushing his thumbs over john's cheekbones, and then he watches john crumble and his heart sinks. and maybe any other day, john wouldn't break like that, but gale knows he's already had a hell of a week and whatever went down must have been the final nail in the coffin because as soon as he's led john to the closest bunk, john's collapsing into his arms and he can feel hot tears against his neck and gale feels sick and has to keep swallowing to fight his own tears back.

he can feel how tense john is in his arms, like he's still trying to hold back from really showing his emotions even now, and gale pets his hair, assures him it's okay, "you don't have to hide from me, bucky." and his heart shatters when he starts getting whispered apologies through hiccuped sobs where john's face rests on his chest, gale shaking his head immediately, promising him that he has nothing to be sorry for, squeezing him tighter as he rocks him gently.

gale thinks about all the different ways he'd like to go out and murder that guard, almost scaring himself with the aggression he feels, but he shoves it down so john doesn't pick up on the red–hot anger, focussing that energy on holding john tight and whispering words of comfort until the sobs become quiet shudders, feeling him finally, slowly start to relax in his arms.

(gale probably hears john huff out a shaky little laugh when he tells him "that guard better sleep with one eye open until we get out of here" because the thought of gale actually being violent is laughable to him; he doesn't realize how much gale would really do for him, how much it hurt gale to see him stumble into the room like that.)

i definitely want to properly tackle this concept in a oneshot someday so forgive me for being vague in some areas, i don't wanna fully brainrot it out and then not feel the need to write something longer about it, you feel? <3 but hopefully this is sorta what you were envisioning. they both deserved better :(

#sorry for the angst once again #tbf i've held back a lot more than expected since the finale LOL #buck x bucky #buckbucky #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon brainrot

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Diamonds

pausing our regularly scheduled program with a luke hemmings blurb bc i love him and his solo music and i'm sad i couldn't go to any of his shows 😔 i'll get back to harry soon, but i'll take inspo wherever i can rn. enjoy!

"The next one we're gonna play for you is one of the most vulnerable songs I've ever written," Luke said, mouth pressed up against the microphone. The shimmer you helped spread over the lids of his eyes practically glowed under the blue lights that lit the stage. You thought he looked ethereal, the very embodiment of the music he was performing tonight.

"When I was putting together the final tracklist for this album," Luke continued, "I was hesitant to add this song because I was afraid that it was too vulnerable, but I was convinced that it was worth sharing, that the emotions and experiences behind this song would reach those who needed to hear it the most.

"The person who convinced me, and played a crucial part of making this record, is here tonight, and to them, I would just like to say thank you. Thank you for believing in me when I couldn't and making me brave enough to truly face my demons. You pulled me out of the deep end when it felt like I was drowning, and I would be a completely different person than I am today without you. I love you. My heart and soul is yours to keep."

Cheers were heard throughout the venue as the opening chords began. As Luke started to sing, you were thankful that you decided to watch the concert from backstage, unable to keep tears from welling in your eyes.

"Cut like diamonds and sink like stones, starve myself 'til I'm skin and bone, I'm so much older than I ever thought I would be."

He said that often. My heart and soul is yours to keep. Yours to keep safe, was what he meant. It had taken him a long time to open up to you and trust your ability to be a good partner, so him saying that his heart was yours was huge. He trusted you that much not to break his heart, to never let him sink back into old habits and bitter thoughts. That level of trust meant everything to you.

In his little speech, Luke thanked you for being the one to convince him to release the song, which was true in a way. He'd been conflicted about the song at first, not ready to share such a dark period of his life so publicly. The song had originally been just a way to express himself, to put everything he'd been through on paper without ever letting it see the light of day.

Luke had shared what the song was about, had opened up to you just what had made him feel that way in the past—toxic relationships, poor decisions that led to even worse habits, hurting the people closest to him, all of his mistakes. He didn't hide any of it from you, and you took all of those misgivings, all of those past mistakes, and showed him that you loved him anyway.

"How far is far? Are we too deep in? How dark is dark? I need to see it."

It wasn't easy at first. When you met, Luke wasn't in a place where he could give himself to anyone emotionally. He believed that he was too damaged to be loved the way he deserved and that he was better off being alone and unhurt than trying to fall in love again and risk being completely ruined by someone he thought he could trust. He had been more closed off than anyone you'd ever met, but all of it just made you want to show him what love without conditions looked like. And he couldn't fathom why. Luke was never rude to you about it. He never snapped at you or pushed you away or treated you badly to make a point, he just truly believed that he wasn't worth your time.

*.*

You were at his house, hanging out as friends. Only this time you surprised him by bringing him flowers.

Luke had been completely dumbfounded, unsure of your intentions. You told him it was just to brighten up his home a little, and because you liked doing nice things for the people you cared about. He didn't question you much further, but the rest of the time you were together, you caught him staring at the bouquet that stood in the vase you'd placed them in. His gaze had been wary and apprehensive each time, and you finally told him the truth.

"I want to take you on a date," you said simply.

Luke seemed surprised, which led to a conversation that was perhaps a step below an argument, but only because you calmly listened to Luke and evaded his tactics to push you away with ease.

"I—I don't deserve you," he finally said, but his voice was heavy with emotion, like he desperately didn't want it to be true.

"Who decides what we do and don't deserve, Luke?" you said to him, resting your hand over his and rubbing your thumb over his knuckles gently. To your surprise, he didn't pull away.

"I'm not good enough for you," he amended.

With a close-lipped smile, you leaned over from your spot on his couch and placed your thumb between his brows, smoothing the furrow there. "I think you think you're a worse person than you are."

You kissed his brow, your touch just enough for him to feel your lips brush his skin. When you pulled back, you tapped his nose with your knuckle. "I won't push you, and I won't try to fix you," you said, because the truth was, you didn't believe he needed fixing. But you knew you weren't going to be able to convince him of that. Not now, anyway. "But I will tell you this: you are a remarkable person, and when you're ready, I'd love to love you one day."

*.*

"I'm on my way out, losing the dream. I feel it crash down, down on me. Caught in the madness, holding on me. Is this the way it will always be?"

It took some time, but Luke eventually believed what you did from the day you met him. You were there to see him through the thick of it, holding his hand when he needed you to and giving him space when he asked. He'd gone off to write for a little while, and when he came back, you could practically see the weight lift from his shoulders. It was as if he'd left his biggest demons at the cabin he'd been staying in.

And now he was at his own solo concert performing the songs that held the deepest secrets of his heart. Luke sang each word with passion and pride, the kind that came from knowing that he'd overcome the darkness that had held him for so long. He wasn't drowning anymore, but he sang his songs so that his fans could see that it was possible to be in a dark place and come out of it.

The song faded to its end, and Luke bowed before the crowd as they cheered. He held his hands together in front of his face, the appreciation written in his features abundantly clear. You watched him survey the crowd with so much pride you thought you were going to burst, but you ended up just shedding a couple more tears instead.

While fans were still cheering and his band was playing chords that would lead into the next song, Luke jogged to the side of the stage where you were standing. You hadn't expected him to come over to you, but when you saw his face, you knew what he needed.

Your arms opened for him just in time as he wrapped himself around you. He held onto you tight, his face buried in your hair as he lifted you off the ground. You held on just as fiercely, hoping it would sufficiently express just how much you loved him.

Time stopped as Luke held you in his arms. He had a whole crowd waiting for him to sing the next song, but neither of you seemed worried about getting him back onstage. When he finally set you back down, you kissed his cheek a couple times before kissing him properly, your hands on either side of his face.

"Okay, okay, no more of that," you said, when he kept trying to follow your lips as you pulled away from him, wanting just one more kiss. "There'll be plenty of time for that later. Now go. Everyone's waiting for you."

Luke began to turn like he was going to do just as you said, but before he walked away, he spun on his heel and caught you in one last kiss. Satisfied by your tinged cheeks, he grinned and kissed your cheek. "Mean the world to me, darlin.'"

Hearing him say that made you melt every single time, and he knew that. Shoving his shoulder playfully toward the stage, you said, "Yeah, yeah, I know. Now go be a rockstar, will you? You're keeping everyone waiting. Myself included."

Luke finally turned around for real and did just that.

#luke hemmings #luke hemmings blurb #luke hemmings fic #luke hemmings fanfic #luke hemmings x reader #luke hemmings oneshot #luke hemmings one shot #luke hemmings angst

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meeting and falling in love with sugawara koshi.

strangers → friends → lovers suga x reader

word count: 2k

warnings: not proofread sorry it was too long and i didn't feel like it

a/n: i might make a "dating sugawara koshi" for this! i'll link it if/once i do ^^

suga had always felt like the guy who was so close, yet so far.

you both kind of knew each other because you both went to karasuno and you were kiyoko’s younger sister.

you knew him, and he knew you. however, you had only ever briefly said hi a couple of times, and you had stopped by the gym a few times to give your sister a lunch, a message, or to take her home. he was nothing more than an acquaintance. and due to the fact that he was a year older than you, you assumed that he probably viewed you as shimizu’s little kid sister, which honestly, he did at first.

one day, however, he came over to your house along with daichi-san and asahi-san to study with kiyoko.

he came way too early, (like way too early even for him) so both daichi and asahi weren't there, and your sister was out running errands because she hadn't anticipated that he'd be so early, so she wasn't there either. when he came, you were in the middle of a destress-cooking-sesh (that's what i call them bc i have little cooking sessions to destress)

you couldn't really let one of your sister's closest friends stand outside your house, so you let him, served him some tea, and got back to cooking.

since there wasn't much to do, he just watched you cook while the two of you made small talk.

he was amazed at the skill, precision, and passion that went into the food that you made.

you let him have it because you didn't really want any, you just wanted to cook.

mans was blown away.

it was possibly one of the best things he had ever eaten.

something about the food brought the two of you together, and the room became instantly less awkward. the more he learned about you, the more he realized that you weren't actually a little kid. sure, you were in nishinoya's year, but you had a summer birthday and you were actually the same age as him. plus, despite you in the year below and him being pretty smart, you two somehow were taking some classes of the same level. the more he talked with you, the more he realized that you weren't as little as he initially thought.

the two of you began noticing each other more and more in the hallways. you had always gone the same path to your classes, but the two of you were for some reason only now noticing that you took the same path.

the two of you began to talk more and more, gradually learning more about each other's interests and personality traits.

suga was kind. he was sweet, understanding, compassionate, and had a dorky sense of humor. he was gentle, soothing, caring, and had a very high EQ.

you began visiting the volleyball practices more often, both to support your sister, but also because getting closer to suga made your curiosity in the volleyball club grow.

maybe suga hadn't realized it because he had known you since you were in middle school, but you were gorgeous. i mean, you and kiyoko share the shimizu bloodline, how could you not be absolutely stunning? but perhaps it took tanaka and nishinoya pointing out in a very loud and straightforward manner that you were indeed beautiful was what made him realize it.

you often brought homemade food for you and your sister when you went to the gym to watch, and suga found your lunches so intriguing. your food was thoughtful, smart, complex, and delicious. you would keep in mind kiyoko's preferences, what would and wouldn't be good in a packed bento, and how you could find new flavors with spices, ingredients, and techniques.

when you offered him a bite for the first time, he happily accepted and was in awe of how delicious it was. the first time he ate one of your bentos consisted of odeng, kimchi, oi muchim, kongnamul muchim, hobak bokkeum, mu saengchae, and myeolchi bokkeum, (these r some of my fav korean banchans if ur wondering! im korean btw) an onigiri with a smoked spicy anchovy filling, and extra spicy mapo tofu made with a homemade vegan meat. you offered him some because you got carried away and made too much, but you hadn't expected his reaction.

you hadn't expected his eyes to light up the way they did when he tried your mapo tofu. you hadn't expected him to comment on the flavors of each banchan you made and for him to tell you why he liked that one in particular. you hadn't expected him to be in such awe at the flavors and textures in the onigiri. you hadn't expected his enthusiastic and animated reactions. you hadn't expected him to be so cute.

wait. cute?

from then on, you began bringing extra accidentally on purpose so that you could give some to him while tanaka and nishinoya whined in the back about how it wasn't fair that he got to eat the food made by a goddess. he caught on quickly and began accidentally on purpose forgetting to bring a quick snack to fuel him through practice. it was the kind of thing that the two of you never mentioned you were doing, but you both knew you were doing it.

before you knew it, you and suga were hanging out outside of school. you had a sleepover with him once when you stayed over at his house too late. you were constantly meeting up to hang out, study, or just be in each other's presence. he comforted you at your lowest moments, and you did the same for him. when you were on the verge of tears and all alone, you would facetime suga and cry on camera with him. when exams were stressing you out and you were neglecting your health, suga would pull you apart from your studies and into the biggest hug. when suga was feeling doubtful of his volleyball skill, you would reassure him that despite him not being a genius setter like that kageyama guy, he had things that made him special and set him apart. (no pun intended im sorry) when suga felt incompetent and unimportant, you reminded him that humans are living imperfections, and that he was only human, and doing great. (your food also helped the situation) suga had quickly become your best friend.

and it wasn't until one day when your friend asked, "so, shimizu-chan, what's up with you and that third-year on the volleyball team? are the two of you, like, secretly dating or something?" that it hit you.

you had the fattest crush on sugawara koshi.

at first, you didn't know what to do with this newfound information. with yourself.

you began overanalyzing every interaction the two of you shared.

every conversation, every touch, every text.

you began noticing every detail about him.

his pretty brown eyes.

his fluffy grayish hair.

his gentle smile.

his mole under his left eye.

the way his eyes lit up when he ate your food, or when you two were talking about something really interesting or funny.

the way he let out a soft, breathy laughs whenever he found something hilarious.

the way he studied so diligently and somehow wordlessly inspired you to do the same.

suga liked disney songs. when you two studied together, you would listen to disney tracks. it helped him focus, and the two of you would occasionally take healthy dance breaks whenever the best song ever came on.

suga danced and laughed when he got nervous or felt embarrassed. it was his way of shaking it off and coping.

suga liked ballroom dancing with you for no reason. he would wordlessly turn on an elegant ballroom type song and he would sweep you up with his hands above your hips and your arms around his neck. (he got consent the first time) it didn't matter before, but now that you had realized you had a crush on him, it made you feel slightly giddy.

suga taught you how to pepper (if you don't know what that is, it's when two people pass-set-hit to each other! im a competitive elite vb player if ur wondering :) also i started playing vb before i watched haikyuu. idc if u don't care bc im just saying that i liked vb before it became popular and it's a point of pride hehe) so that the two of you could pepper together.

suga was really happy when you told him you wanted to learn how to play volleyball. he taught you the basics with patience and kindness, and it made him so happy that you, a person that he held very dear to his heart, wanted to learn about the sport that he held very dear to his heart.

suga cried easily. he had a big heart that was broken easier than most people thought. he was good at putting up a strong front for others, but he was just as soft as asahi when it came to certain things on the inside.

you loved suga.

you couldn't deny it, or try to erase your feelings at this point, because you were very aware that you were in love with sugawara koshi.

and you know what? you were fine with that. you felt confident that he didn't like you back, which was sad at first, but you got used to it. you loved suga as a friend too. all you had to do was not take the crush too far, and make sure he felt comfortable. you were perfectly happy to stay the way the two of you were and remain status quo.

until you weren't.

it upset you that every time suga did something cute or attractive, you couldn't just kiss him and embrace him and tell him he was adorable.

it upset you seeing your friends happily in love while you had to suppress your feelings just so that you wouldn't lose him as a friend.

it upset you that you were feeling such emotions when you had promised yourself that you wouldn't take this crush too far.

it upset you. this whole situation upset you. however, you didn't have the courage to confess to him, so you would have to be content with your current situation.

until one day..

"what?" it took you a moment to process what suga had just said.

"i.. really like you, shimizu y/n."

you froze. you didn't know what to say. it hadn't felt out of the ordinary when suga texted you to come outside to that special spot behind the trees for lunch. you had expected the two of you to eat lunch as per usual, but that was not the case. instead, you were greeted by a red-eared sugawara koshi with a bouquet of flowers and chocolate covered strawberries confessing his love to you.

" you are beautiful, smart, kind, funny, sweet, and the best girl i have ever met. you're my best friend, and i'm so glad that you share shimi- uh, kiyoko..?'s blood, because i don't think i would have met you otherwise."

his face and ears were a bright tomato red.

"so, uh- if you don't feel the same way thats totally cool and i respect that, but i just felt like i nee-"

you enveloped suga in the biggest hug and gently whispered, "i like you too," in his ear.

you didn't know that it was physically possible for ears to get any more red, but they did. he teared up a little and hugged you back. tight. life felt crazy at that moment. he had finally won the girl of his dreams. he needed to hug her tight just in case this was a wonderful dream, and she would disappear if he let go. so he did. held you tight as tears fell from his face in bliss. he knew that this moment would be the start of a beautiful adventure.

and it was.

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒, 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

#sugawara x reader #suga x reader #haikyuu suga x reader #haikyuu sugawara #sugawara koshi x reader #sugawara koushi x reader #sugawara koshi #hq sugawara #hq suga #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #suga imagine #suga fluff #sugawara fluff #haikyuu sugawara fluff #haikyuu suga fluff #sugawara x y/n

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theebubblegumbitch · 1 year

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i have been thirsting, extremely dehydrated beyond repair for the past three days now bc of Chad Meeks Martin. i beg of you, i need more content, he’s just.. so pretty.

hi hi so if it’s not too much to ask, perhaps could i request a fic where the reader is more so friends with Tara and Mindy since she’s a bit more shy and they invite reader over for the movie night and that’s when she meets Chad?? and he’s being his usual beautiful and charming self and she’s just overwhelmed and flustered

xtra brownie points if they give off bratz doll gf x himbo jock bf pls 🥺🫶🏽💞 i love your fics, your writing is inspiring tbh ahsjwjd

Girl's Night Interruptions~

Chad Meeks Martin x fem!reader

Request: ahhhhh you’re a GENIUS bunny!! I love this idea!! also i’m so happy to hear that my writing inspires you! ngl that almost made me cry- anyway I hope you love it gorg <333

Synopsis: At first you were reluctant, but when your two closest (and only) friends Tara and Mindy convince you to come to a movie night, you realize sometimes meeting new people is a good thing…

Warnings: none really since this is basically just fluff, use of profanity, Chad being an absolute himbo, reader being a flustered mess!

Series: Pt.1 , Pt.2

You weren't really sure why you agreed to this. You had told Mindy and Tara time and time again that you didn't really like the idea of parties, or gatherings, or anything of the such. It's not that you were super anti-social, you just- had problems starting conversation is all. Which is why the only friends you had made all of freshman year were Mindy and Tara, who were really good at easing you out of your tiny little comfort zone. Today that came in the form of convincing you to join them for a movie night. They promised it would be super chill and fun, the perfect girl's night to end the year off! So of course, you accepted.

You were now all about halfway through the first movie on the list, Legally Blonde, which was one of your favorites. All three of you quickly ran out of popcorn to share, prompting Mindy to get up to refill the bowl. "I'll be right back guys, pause it please!" Mindy had called out on her way to the kitchen. You were now left with just Tara, who quickly filled the silence by asking you questions. "Soooo how's your college love life been going so far? Had any steamy hookups?" She asked with a laugh as she nudged your arm. You felt your face get warm quick. "Cmon Tara, you know I don't like talking about that stuff." You said casually, not really mad at her for asking. "I know, I know, I was just curious." Just as Tara said that you heard Mindy walking back into the living room, and it sounded like she was talking to someone. "NO Chad, I already told you it's a girl's night. That means you can't join." Mindy had now taken her place sitting next to Tara again, leaving who you assumed was Chad standing in front of the couch.

Did Mindy have a brother? You didn't remember her ever mentioning him. "Cmon please, you know I'm not gonna bother y'all I just wanna watch the movie!" He was looking directly at Mindy as he gestured to the still paused TV, his request being promptly ignored. "You want to watch Legally Blonde? Really Chad?" Tara was questioning him, not fully believing his motive for joining the three of you. "Yes okay? It's one of my favorites I have like half of it memorized." Mindy scoffed at that, but from the look on her and Chad's faces you could tell it was probably true. "It's still a no Chad." He didn't seem to like that answer, continuing to practically plead Mindy to join in. "Ya know what fuck this, I'm watching it." And just like that he plopped down on the couch, right next to you. It was a fairly small couch and even just the three of you had barely any wiggle room, but with the addition of Chad you were definitely squeezed together. Chad didn't seem to mind though, quickly settling in and draping his arm over the back of the couch. Mindy, feeling defeated, grabbed the remote with a sigh as she accepted the crashing of girl's night.

"Fine, I guess you're staying..." She rolled her eyes at him, and he only grinned back. "Thanks, sis!" It was only now that he realized he was sitting next to a completely random girl as he raised his eyebrows at you. "OH I'm sorry, have we met before?" He asked, hoping the answer was no so he didn't have to be embarrassed. "Oh right, no you haven't. Chad this is our friend Y/N; Y/N, this is my idiot brother Chad!" Mindy quickly answered Chad's question, being sure to emphasize the word idiot. "Well thank you Mindy for that, charming- introduction, but I was asking Y/N, not you." He gestured to you as he said your name, now making direct eye contact with you. He was probably waiting for you to say something, considering you had been silent thus far. "O-oh yea I'm Y/N and uh Mindy never mentioned she had a brother." You stuttered out, hoping you didn't offend him in the process.

"Oh she didn't huh? Well now you know!" He said as he shot Mindy a glare and then you a grin. "Anyway it's lovely to meet you, and don't listen to Mindy about me being dumb okay? What I lack in brains, I make up for with Hobbs and Shaw here." Chad flexed each of his arms as he said that, and you now realized how attractive he was. Your felt your face get warm again, now hyper aware of how close the two of you were sitting. "Ah yes classic Chad, flex your muscles within the first five minutes of meeting a girl." Tara had said snarkily, perhaps hoping to annoy him into leaving the three of you be. "Hey they're my greatest accomplishment okay! Plus I'm sure she doesn't mind, do you?" Oh you definitely didn't mind. "N-No it's fine I don't mind." You were sure your voice sounded shaky as hell as you spoke. The longer this gorgeous man was next to you, the more flustered you got. So much for a peaceful girl's night...

Some time had passed as the four of you watched the movie in what was mostly silence, besides the occasional comment Chad had made on Elle Woods being a "girlboss" and Mindy having something snide to say in return. Their dynamic made you glad you were an only child. You had now reached the scene where Elle Woods figured out that it was actually the daughter who had killed her dad. You loved this scene, and you had the monologue memorized since you were a little girl. You quickly went to match Elle word for word. You didn't even notice that Chad had gotten excited about the scene too. "...at the risk of deactivating the amonium thyglocilate!" You had both said, or rather yelled it, at the TV in perfect unison. You saw Mindy and Tara's heads snap to the both of you in shock. "I guess he really does like the movie..." Tara said as she grabbed another handful of popcorn. "I told you it's one of my favorites!" Chad said before turning his eyes back to the screen. The shared moment between you two made you feel more at ease, so you went to agree with him.

"Yea it's mine too." You were still pretty soft spoken, but at least you had found some more confidence. You had also found hunger. "Hey Tara, can you pass me the popcorn." She swiftly handed it to you and you set in your lap, going to grab a handful. Just as your hand reached the inside of the bowl, you felt Chad's hand bump against yours as he also went to grab popcorn. It was brief, but his hands were so pretty and soft that you felt like you would remember those two seconds for the rest of your life. You were basically gawking down at the popcorn bowl now, hand still in it. "Oh, sorry." Chad said, muffled through his mouthful of popcorn. God he was so cute."Oh it's fine, don't worry about it." You said as quickly as possible, avoiding looking directly at him. He only shrugged as his attention went back to the movie. It was only silent for maybe ten minutes before Chad spoke again.

"Okay it is literally so hot in here. Is the AC broken or something?" Chad asked as he looked towards Mindy. "Yea it stopped working like two days ago, I have to call and have it fixed." Mindy replied, still not taking her eyes off of the movie. "Well it's like unbearable, I don't know how y'all are wearing jeans." He gestured towards you and Tara as he said that. You didn't realize it was hot, you probably thought it was just him. But to be fair you were wearing your favorite bell bottoms and your thin pink tank-top with a black star in the middle. So it wasn't a very warm outfit to begin with. While you were busy reflecting on your clothing choices Chad had found time to stand up in front of the couch. And now he was taking his shirt off...

You thought you were going to pass out. "Cmon seriously Chad! Do you have to find every excuse to take your shirt off?" Mindy yelled out at him. "What I'm hot okay! Leave me be." He sure was hot. Way too hot... You almost wished it was just you and him so- "Hey! You okay there? You were kinda staring off." Chad said as he waved his hands in front of your face. Oh shit. You were staring, and everyone had definitely noticed now... "Oh my god Y/N! Were you staring at Chad's abs?" Tara asked in an almost squeely voice. You wanted the ground to swallow you, mainly because she was right. "What no! I was staring at the movie!"

You rushed to defend yourself, hoping it was believable enough of an excuse. Chad wasn't buying it though. "It's okay if you were I totally get it, I would stare at me too." You were definitely blushing now. Mindy once again rolled her eyes at Chad's comment, causing them to exchange another death glare, which gave you time to change the topic. "Anyway, we should probably keep watching the movie." Chad jumped a little as you said that, realizing he was missing it and going to sit back down next to you. You now realized what Chad meant by it being hot. You only hoped you weren't sweating from the intense shared proximity.

The rest of the movie went well, although there was one moment where Chad went to adjust next to you, spreading his legs open just a little wider so that he was touching yours. You swore you almost passed out. Finally the credits rolled and Chad stood up to start clapping, it was kinda cute. "Wooooo great movie! Gets better every time!" Chad yelled as he turned to face the three of you. "Yea whatever Chad, you done bothering us now?" Mindy asked as she also stood up with now once again empty popcorn bowl in hand. "Yes in fact I am, I will leave you ladies to the rest of your girl's night." Chad said as he grabbed his shirt off of the coffee table. He went to walk back to his room before stopping to lock eyes with you. "And hopefully I'll see you again later Y/N." He said with a wink that hopefully Mindy and Tara didn't catch.

Oh yeah. You would definitely be seeing him again.

A/N: ahhhhhhh I love this one so much! i hope i did the prompt justice even though i struggled with the Bratz vibes thing. also i feel like i could totally turn this into a series if y'all wanted, just say the word! Happy reading my gorgeous babes!

-With love, Miss Grace<33

#~grace writes!#writing #chad meeks x reader #chad meeks martin #chad meeks martin x reader #scream #scream 6 #chad meeks #chad meeks fluff

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kaicubus · 1 year

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Water Fountain | Cassie H.

warnings ✩° : angst, brief mention of suicide, swearing, arguing, no happy ending.

pairing ✩° : cassie howard x fem!reader

premise ✩° : people grow apart, feelings distance, you just didnt know she’d move on so quickly.

word count ✩° : 2.7k

authors note ✩° : this was way less planned than my other euphoria fics so i just rolled with it. i actually??? quite enjoy??? writing for cassie??? maybe bc she has so much angst in her character but who knows...

now playing : Water Fountain by Alec Benjamin

You didn’t know why your friends stopped walking in the middle of the hallway.

You didn’t know why suddenly everyone turned around to look at you and hurriedly sweep you away.

You didn’t know that your girlfriend of three years had her mouth on Nate Jacobs right in front of the old, rusted water fountain where you both had your first kiss. She told you she loved you, how could she forget?

When you knew Cassie Howard, she was an innocent girl. Everybody knew that, which was part of the reason why she was targeted so often.

Her was always side parted, a messy kind of pretty, and she never wore makeup that made her look runway gorgeous—only enhancing her doe eyes and soft brows. She always had her nails painted a baby blue or light brown. The Cassie you knew would never do this.

“So, you're going to explain what were doing here out of class?” the blonde asked in a distant memory, “Or are you just going to keep standing there like an idiot?”

You pushed your hair back and smiled, “Probably stand here like an idiot.”

The corners of Cassie’s lips pulled up in amusement, “Seriously!” She sounded like an angel.

“Who said I wasn't serious?” You teased, pushing your lips out and raising your brows.

She rolled her eyes with an impatient grin, “Look, if you're not going to tell me why were standing right here with the only thing watching us being this water fountain, I'm going to leave—”

“No no no! Cass, wait—wait ok look Ill tell you!”

She turned around triumphantly but before she could fully give you the smug look she’d hoped to, your hands were planted on the edge of her hips. With a gentle hold, you treated her like liquid gold as you pulled her body against yours. Her sparkling azure eyes fluttered in surprise as a little gasp escaped her pouty lips on impact.

“I just wanted to do something cute.” your pupils dilated in pure adoration for the girl.

“Y/n all you do is cute.” Cassie laughed again, this time more quiet given how close you two had quickly become in proximity.

Her smile alone was enough to send butterflies loose in your stomach, god you were smitten.

“Well...?” Her words snapped you back to reality and back into your plan. As you scanned her face, you already knew she knew what you were going to do. So why waste anymore time? Within seconds, your lips were molded against her soft, plump ones. Strawberries and vanilla spread into your senses and you were at pure bliss, so was she.

When you pulled away from her, Cassie had a smile starting from one ear to the next that thinned her lips happily. She didn't even have to say anything to show her elation, her silence alone spoke volumes. The way she twisted her thick, golden hair in an attempt to hide her nervousness just added to the fact that Cassie was practically glowing.

She parted her mouth with her tongue and wet her bottom lip, “I love you.” she said.

With nothing in your mind left to say, you made the fatal mistake of saying, “I love you too, Cass.”

That time by the water fountain was the last time you saw that Cassie.

Who stood sheltered behind your protective friends didn't shimmer and shine like the old Cassie was someone you didn't know. She was rusted and warped by a force you could not save her from, so you watched old Cassie whittle away and disperse from your arms.

As much as everybody knew Cassie was innocent and harmless, they knew you were always associated with her. You were the closest person to Cassie next to Maddy, who was always with Nate—her boyfriend. Except, as of recent, the couple has been on a break.

Your friends knew from all the longing stares, changes in your posture and body language, and hand holding that you had a hopeless crush on Cassie. Lexi, Kat, and Maddy assured you she did too. After all, she was more than happy to spend nights alone with you and fall asleep on call when you had asked her; She even gave you small tokens of her affection and sometimes kissed you on the forehead to go the extra mile.

“Guys?” you laugh a bit, confused and honestly kind of scared, “What’s going on?”

“A fight,” Maddy said quickly.

“Rue’s passed out,” Kat nodded.

“Sex. People are having wild, untamed sex,” Lexi starts pushing you away from the sex fight that made Rue pass out.

“Guys, seriously. What the hell is going on? Hey! Lex, stop pushing—”

“Nothing,” They say in unison, “How about we skip today?” Kat offers.

“No, I can’t I have a test I actually studied for, now come on—let go!” you attempt to shake them off but its no use, there's too many of them and one of you.

“You can study again! You're smart.” Maddy reassures you.

“That’s it,” with one final, firm push, you break apart the human barrier and finally take in something that wasn't their worried faces. Instead, it was much worse.

There she was. Cassie’s blonde hair doting over his shoulders. Cassie’s blue eyes shut with notes warmth and hints of lust. Cassie’s lovely fingertips kissing his jawline. Cassie’s tender lips leaning against his thin mouth. Cassie.

You wanted to pass out. By the looks of it, your friends wanted too as well. Each one had a signature expression, imperative to their personality and how they handled shock or something they didn't want to see. Lexi, awkward and surely uncomfortable. Kat, judgmental and off-put. And Maddy. She was pissed. You on the other hand, staring at Cassie kissing Nate Jacobs felt like a stab to the heart, and as soon as you went down, being shot multiple times by different projectiles over and over again.

“Nate is such a fucking asshole.” you mumbled to Cassie one day.

“Hm? What?” she said as her attention followed him and Maddy to who knows where, “Sorry, I-I wasn't listening.”

“Hes just so abusive. Like did everybody just forget what he did to Maddy?”

“That was proved false by both of them and the cops, don't hold it against him Y/n.” Cassie’s peachy lips curled in a slight annoyance.

“Sorry,” you muttered, “Why are you defending him again?”

“I'm not defending him. He just doesn't deserve that being spread around again.”

“You sound like you love him.”

As soon as she plucked her mouth from his, Cassie’s attention pans to her side and in just a matter of moments she was staring directly at you.

“Y/n,” Kat’s voice snapped you out of your trance, “We should go.”

“No, Y/n are you going to fucking take that?!” Maddy crosses her arms. She’s more angry than you are.

“Guys we should just leave, it’s not worth it.” Lexi says.

“Lexi’s she’s your goddamn sister, did she not say anything about this? How could she just leave Y/n for NATE?!”

“She didn’t tell me anything. She hasn’t been home at night, she’s just gone. Mom says she’s out but she wouldn’t tell me jack shit.”

Maddy bites her lip so hard, the sharp taste of metal plagues her pallet.

“What...” You finally speak, catching everybody’s attention, “What the fuck...”

Before anyone could take you away, you watch Nate pull Cassie’s face back to it’s original position; Almost as if he knows you’re watching, he tugs at her delicate cheeks and forces her to look at him. Nate hooks a greedy hand over her small of her back, harnessing her hips by his wrist, pulling her in slowly.

Your breath leaves you in small, shallow breaths. There’s nothing you can do, watching as Nate indulges in yet another deep, suffocating kiss from Cassie. This time, she doesn't reciprocate. Instead, all she can do is stare at you. He continues to make his way down her neck, showing as much PDA as possible even if that meant making the entire school uncomfortable. Even with his advances in nibbling st her vanilla scented flesh, Cassie sways as the movements push her side to side, lifeless like a still corpse.

She tries not to cry when her eyes meet yours. Tries. Without fail, you notice Cassie’s eyes gloss over with a pathetic layer of tears. Of all people, you should be the one who’s heart’s gutted out by the others actions. But she cries regardless.

When he surfaces, Nate whispers in her ear, but she can’t even bring herself to listen. How could she? All this time, she was trying to get over you and fill the void that was left in the absence of you. Of course, it wasn’t a justifiable reason for what your eyes have seen, but in Cassie’s mind it was. With the illusion shattered all Cassie could feel was her fragile heart break once again.

In an attempt to not seem more pitiful than she already seems, she hastily wipes over her lashes, smudging hot pink streaks of mascara all over her already rose wet cheeks. She wipes and wipes, but her tears don’t let up. It’s useless to even continue so she just stares at you with red and puffy eyes, completely lost.

Though Cassie’s eyes were glued onto yours, hoping, praying you’d see through everything she’s been through and find it in you to accept her now, but you don’t. In fact, the very sight of her pursed lips and gaping eyes makes you scrunch your face in pure distaste.

Cassie wanted to cry, vomit, scream, anything to get you to stop making that damn face. It wrecked her to her core seeing you look at her like that but she knew all too well what the cause of it is.

You turn away in time for Nate to get a good look at Cassie. He doesn’t ask why she’s crying, he doesn’t even bat an eye, instead he just gives her a grin and walks off into the crowd of people.

“Y/n—” she mouths your name as soon as he leaves, lurching forward after you've gotten too far away from her, “Y/n I’m sorry!” You can hear her voice faintly, whispering and traveling into your ears, hunkering you down to the floor, motionless.

It doesn't matter if there was a crowd of people blocking the two of you, or that Nate was already long gone as well as Maddy, Kat, and Lexi, all Cassie was concerned with, was you. The distance had already grown unbearable, and it was all her fault; self-awareness was eating her alive like leeches under and over her skin, refusing to let her forget all the memories that had become well swallowed by a thick mental fog.

The sound of the bell blares and Cassie jumps at the noise, looking over her shoulder for a short moment just enough to see people feeding into different halls and different classrooms leaving just you and her by the warning bell rings. Was it her chance now more than ever to make things right?

Without any other second to lose, your lack of protest enables Cassie to move forward, shoving past everybody already passing through. Her hands guide her to pave a pathway that she can actually see through, and that’s when she notices her hands and how strange they've become. Almost foreign, her bold, coffin shaped acrylics reflect back at her and she’s forced to remember times where both you and her would do each others manicures. “I always liked how light blue looks on you, Cass.” your voice echoes in her head. She shakes her head and notices the dark pink color wrapped around her nails. Cassie worms through more and more students, bumping into backpacks and nearly cutting her face on enamel pins adjourned onto the rough materials.

The clacking of her rhinestone heels echo against the linoleum tiles as she walks closer and closer towards you. She looks like a million dollars, like the most perfectly plucked flower in a field, like a diamond. She looks exactly like Maddy Perez. Not like Cassie Howard.

By the time she reaches you, just a few steps away from you, she comes to a halt.

You watch as her chest yanks up and down, trying to catch her fleeting breath, not wanting to be the first to say anything. You knew Cassie wasn't going to say anything either, so for those few moments you two spent closer than you've been in months, you were silent. What had to be said? You knew that when you met Cassie, she was too naive, too oblivious, too young. But you wanted to be young with her.

Now that you cant even recognize her both physically and spiritually, there's nothing more to be had. Though, Cassie had more things to say.

“Y/n...how have you been?” somehow, you recognize the tone in her voice from before.

Quite horrible, actually, you want to say but don't, “Good.” You don't even bother asking how she is.

Cassie sheepishly grabs her elbows like she had done in the past, directly conflicting with her bold appearance, “I missed you.” her head twitches to the side and her eyes fall onto your shoes.

“Cool. I see because you missed me, you're with him?”

She shakes her head, “No it’s not—not entirely...like that.”

“I see,” you look at her expression, hooded eyes concealing her used-to-be shining ones, “So, you know, if you have nothing to say to me I guess we’re done here?”

Cassie feels her heart crumble to thousands of pieces and suddenly she jerks her head back up to match your gaze, “No! No, I actually. I actually wanted to say sorry...”

“Sorry?” you laugh a little, “Sorry for what? Besides royally fucking up my image of you and single-handedly ruining my love life and future plans with you, you have nothing to apologize for.”

Future plans, with her? She thought on your words for a moment before finding the right words to say next, “Not that specifically.” Cassie tucks her flat ironed hair behind her ear, “The water fountain.”

You scrunch your nose in anger, “That’s it? The water fountain?”

She looks at you with the same innocence she always had inside her and pouts just enough to bring out the old Cassie. “Yeah,” her voice is small, “I didn't want you to see that...in front of our place.”

“I guess its not our place if there's no us to begin with.” You say, dropping your shoulders.

“Y/n, I’m sorry—”

“No, Cassie, I’M sorry. I’m sorry for giving you any impression whatsoever that I want to talk to you after what you did to me. I’m sorry that I witnessed my ex with the one guy I told her to steer clear of. I’m sorry that—” the inevitable feeling of tears leaking from your eyes causes you to choke, “I’m sorry that I ever told you I loved you by that goddamn fountain. Because maybe, if I didn't, you and Nate would've been together sooner instead of going behind my back at night just to get a worthless FUCK out of him.”

With wet eyes, you furiously wipe your face, “So, I’m the one who should be sorry, Cassie. The only thing I’d ever hold you accountable for is forgetting what you told me by that stupid fountain.”

Cassie stares in shock, holding her face with her hands as she’s unable to hold back her wails and ugly cries. You can’t even look at her, not because of her expressions but because of why she’s doing them. “If you cared about me this wouldn't have ever happened. Never forget that, Cassie.”

You watch as she falls to her knees, repeatedly apologizing to the point where the words, ‘I’m sorry’ don't even feel a part of the English dictionary.

Even now, she’s too naive, too oblivious, too young. She doesn’t even get a chance to see you for the last time with her reflection in your glossy eyes. Cassie’s never going to get a house with a fountain for her, she’s never going to feel what it’s like to dance with you or to be held by you—it’s too late.

Patience running thin, you turn away, leaving her alone on the floor with your final words to her being, “I have to get to class.” and leaving her with nothing more but the memories by the water fountain.

#cassie howard #cassie howard x reader #euphoria fanfic #euphoria angst #cassie howard x y/n #cassie howard fanfic #euphoria imagine #cassie howard imagine #euphoria x reader #wlw #euphoria fanfiction #kaicubus

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bloodredfeathers · 1 year

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Hair

What I think it would be like to play with the hair of the boys with long hair

Characters: Jamil Viper, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia, Leona Kingscholar

A/N: Nobody begged me not to write anything else so I'm assuming my last fic was okay, anyways here's my second thingie enjoy it :3

Gender neutral reader, you/your pronouns

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Jamil Viper

You know his hair is silky smooth and super soft fjfkdhdkfhd

Just imagine braiding it for him

Sitting on his bed while he's kneeling on a pillow on the floor

And as you start to do his hair he closes his eyes and leans back

He feels so relaxed for once

"Just don't pull too hard, okay?" Jamil was incredibly hesitant to allow you to lay even a finger on his hair. As a retainer, he has to keep up his appearance to set an example, so although he trusted you, he couldn't afford to have something bad happen to ruin said appearance.

"Also don't take too long," he mumbled. "The game against Royal Sword Academy starts in around forty five minutes."

"Relax, you'll be fine!" You said cheerfully. "Just trust in my abilities!"

Jamil raised an eyebrow before turning his back to you, allowing you access to his hair. Carefully and patiently, you began your work, starting by creating a couple of thin French braids on the left side of his head. Jamil shuddered slightly. He usually did his own hair, and therefor the feeling of someone else doing it for him was very foreign.

Gently, you gathered up his hair atop his head, securing it in place in a neat bun. The braids snug but not uncomfortable, he felt somewhat relaxed and comforted by the fact that you were so gentle and caring with him.

"It looks nice," he complimented your work as he looked in the mirror. "It doesn't feel loose but it's not uncomfortable. Thank you."

"Of course!" You beamed. "Now go kick RSA's ass!"

Idia Shroud

Please it would take SO long for him to not freak out over you even looking at him, let alone playing with his hair

But his hair is warm and soft, and the way it moves is very flamelike

Of course, it's not hot enough to burn you

Even though blue flames are the hottest flame-

But still, his hair would be super soft and the feeling of it would be almost like running your hand through water

Like yeah it feels and acts like normal hair but it still has that sort of flowy liquid behavior to it if ykwim

"Idiaaaaa," you said in a singsongy voice. "When are you gonna be done with that game?"

"Just give me like...ten minutes," Idia didn't look away from the screen, but you could tell he was super excited. "I've been trying to complete this Elden Ring quest for like two days now and I keep on failing but this is the closest I've ever gotten to doing it!"

You smiled and stood from his bed, walking over and watching from behind him. You noticed his hair moving a bit quicker than usual, as it typically does when he's hyped up about something. Reaching out your hand, you felt his hair flow around it, gently caressing your hand. He didn't notice at first, but then you reached higher and ran your fingers down his scalp into his tresses, staring in awe at how they carefully danced around.

"H-hey! What are you doing?!" He nearly shrieked as he realized you were there. The tips of his hair began to glow a bright pink.

"Your hair is so beautiful..." You said, mesmerized.

Idia's hair went from pink tipped to nearly pink throughout as he became even more flustered at you complimenting him so easily. He brought his hoodie up to his face to hide his uncontrollable grin as your fingers danced through his hair.

"Do you like when I do this?" You asked him. He felt his face heat up and he couldn't speak, so he nodded, kind of aggressively. You giggled and gathered it into a ponytail before combing through it, feeling its lazy flow and comforting heat.

You could swear he's the robot and not Ortho from how he literally malfunctioned.

Malleus Draconia

Okay so idk I feel like his hair is super soft but kind of tangled

No bc hear me out

Lilia usually brushes it for him but he's been slacking a bit so it's a little tangled

So you go to do it for him

And you're shocked at how soft his hair is even though it's so tangled up

Lemme paint the picture rq

"Do you have a hairbrush?" You asked Malleus as you sat on his bed. He nodded and picked up probably the most extravagant hairbrush you had ever seen from atop a dresser. Made of what looked like pure silver and twisted in a Victorian Era style, it looked like an antique. He handed it to you and you took it carefully.

"Lilia used to use this to brush my hair for me but he's become a bit preoccupied with his other responsibilities," Malleus explained. "Therefore, he hasn't had much time to do some of the things he used to."

"Come here, sit in front of me," you beckoned him and tossed a throw pillow onto the floor in front of where your legs dangled. Malleus cocked his head slightly but did as you asked. Even sitting on his knees, he was almost at the same height as you sitting on the bed.

"What are you doing, child of man?" Malleus asked cautiously.

"Just trust me, Tsunotaro," you said reassuringly. He seemed to visibly relax then, and you began working. Gently untangling his hair, brushing slowly, starting from the bottom and working your way to the top. Malleus had incredibly thin and smooth hair, and not very much of it, just enough for a long, thin ponytail. Or...a braid...

Once his hair was untangled (no thanks to his horns getting in the way), you brushed your fingers through it, separated it into equal sections, and begun to braid.

Malleus was enjoying himself. He could bear with the slightly numb legs if it meant having his child of man work the magic they were. After you finished the braid, you smoothed down and fixed his bangs and showed him in the mirror.

He loved it.

Leona Kingscholar

Oh no

Bestie wyd I hope you have a lot of free time cuz this bitch has tangles for YEARS

I'm sorry Leona I love you but tame that literal mane

Ik you're lazy but for Yuu's sake-

But if you're gonna untangle his hair it'll hurt so PLEASE PET HIS EARS AND MAYBE GIVE THEM A ✨KITH✨ OR TWO

"Ow!" Leona yelled. "What'd ya go an' do that for, herbivore?!"

"Sorry!" You protested. "How is your hair even this tangled in the first place?"

Leona huffed and closed his eyes again.

"I don't have time to take care of it," he muttered. You held back a laugh. If he had enough time for all of the sleeping he does he SURELY had enough time to spare two minutes to brush his hair out every once in a while.

You continued your seemingly futile attempts at untangling Leona's wild locks. Little by little, you combed through and worked out as many knots as you could. Soon enough (not soon at all), his hair was smooth and without any tangles. Leona had to admit, the lack of tangles made him feel good, especially when you gently massaged his scalp and pet his ears.

"We're all done," you said softly. "If you need it taken care of again, please just ask. I don't want you to have to suffer like that again."

You gently kissed the top of his head and he felt his face heat up immensely.

"Whatever herbivore..." He paused for a second before burying his face in your stomach. "Thank you..."

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Ok so that's done finally

Any requests? Feel free to ask!

💥Akira💥

#disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #twst leona #twst malleus #twst jamil #twst idia #idia shroud #leona kingscholar #malleus draconia #jamil viper

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isa-ghost · 13 days

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q!phil and q!pac hcs peepoShy :3

YESSS I really need to watch more Pac, translator be damned. >:0

qPhil headcanons masterlist

Pac is, like many others, in the I Want Phil To Take Me On A Flight club. He thinks it's so fucking cool

He doesn't have the ability to clock Phil as well as Fit can. But Fit confides in him on a lot, esp to do with things he's worried about, so Pac actually knows some of Phil's "something is wrong" tells, even if they're the more obvious ones.

And then he promptly goes to Fit like "Phil needs an emotional support ass kicking 👍🏻"

Phil is the #2 Fitpac shipper (Ramon is #1). And Phil knows Fit intimately in many ways. He passes All his secrets onto Pac gladly. He's like "go get him m8. Give him Brazilian Boyfriend Brainrot"

You'd think there'd be a little jealousy or something because of the fact that Phil has been With Fit consistently prior to him and Pac dating, but nah. They love conspiring against him together and Fit knows they do. Also Phil backed off right away when they got serious, so Pac knows everything's chill

Phil can Tell there's more to Pac than meets the eye. This is Mike's best friend. Survivor of Cellbit cannibalism. Known for having a danger boner for fucked up dudes. Pac seems super nice and well-mannered at first glance but Phil can TELL he saves the true extent of how unhinged he can be for the people closest to him. He wants to see Pac go apeshit someday.

I really really want to see these two allied in a fight bc I genuinely don't know what they'd be like. Just the two of them, or at least paired up while whoever else they're teamed with is paired up elsewhere. But something tells me Pac has a side that would get along Very well with the Angel of Death,,,,

Pac is one of the people Phil considers closest to himself. There's nothing he won't do for him and anything he needs, Phil will bend over backwards to get it if that's what Pac wants.

Phil loves being a test monkey for Tazercraft fuckery. It's always so weird and fun. Occasionally he'll ask Pac if they have any new wild or silly shit for him to see.

Tbh I wouldn't put it past Pac (& perhaps Mike) to be extremely interested in hybrids and asking Phil a million questions about it

Phil can NOT talk shit abt the danger boner btw. Motherfucker's type is literally "death entity." A Goddess of Death and a grim reaper holding either of his hands. Bitch can't say ANYTHING. (I want these two to talk abt their types I think it would be extremely funny)

Pac knows very little about Phil getting possessed, but he DOES know something happened to him. Fit kept things extremely vague out of respect for Phil.

Phil may be the #2 Fitpac shipper, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't envy that they get to see each other often. But Phil is Phil, so instead of getting weird about it, he just commits to doing whatever he can to support them. At least there's one happy healthy mlm couple on the island.

Btw if Pac came to Phil about whatever the fuck is going on with Fit and his past, Phil's ready to kill a bitch with Pac immediately, and he'd let Pac do most of the actual ass kicking as he deserves. (oooo the ccs want to give me this soooo baadddd)

Controversial (/silly) take: Phil and Pac are both slutty, bubbly drunks.

#qsmp #qsmp philza #philza #q!philza #qsmp pac #q!pac #qphil headcanons #qsmp pactw #q!pactw

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theghostbunnie · 8 months

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How do you see Max and Neil relationship? I mean I know you ship it but why specifically? I’d love to hear your thoughts on it!

I see them my personal fannon wise as having a really deep connection and dynamic where the lines of platonic and romantic love get blurred (when they're older) and even though they're both really terrible at communicating that verbally, and their emotions in general as people, they both just know they can be way more comfortable, honest, and vulnerable around each other than other people bc they really are each other's person. Even when I'm shipping them with other people their friendship is still greatly important in their lives.

Just a silly little HC I have but: Max is shown to be impressed with Neil's capabilities and Neil is shown to be attention and ego-driven. Even though Neil knows not to take Max's opinion too overly highly bc, c'mon it's Max, I HC Neil secretly really likes the way it feels to be "Max's exception." The asshole with few friends and is hard to impress or understand.™

I think I've said it before but I'll say it again too much of maxneil is just ""max and his boyfriend"" rather than Max AND Neil. Max being a huge fan favorite and some fans wanting to give him a romantic partner and Neil being the closest dude in arms reach. Often just focusing on what Max can receive, how Neil feels about Max, what he can do for him, ect.

I love Neil as a character, he's my silly skrimbly and deserves his own life with intricate issues, and affection, and his own needs and flaws.

Neither one of them has endless patience!! They're both very morally grey just in different ways! I love using those aspects about them to come up with angst.

More Cannon-wise though I mentioned how Max is BIG on first impressions not only that, he's goal oriented and specifically wasn't looking for friends in the first episode. When meeting Neil for the first time this kid was: A: very openly unhappy with the situation, and B: smart. Max saw Neil as useful and felt a sensation of kinship. It wasn't until he cussed and yelled out Campbell did he also find him interesting and someone to give more respect towards, due to that sensation of kinship multiplying at the display of taking no shit and yelling at authority about it.

Max still wasn't looking for friends but Neil had showed him a side of his personality that paved a good way towards that anyways. Max trusted him pretty quickly to escape with him.

We know Neil and Nikki had both been victims of bullying, (Neil mentioning being the outcasted kid himself in the Jermy Fartz episode) so they developed a heavy clingyness to their first friend. (In the episode foreign exchange campers they're incredibly distraught he didn't want to be on their team. They're watching him and getting angry/sad about it. I honestly think this same problem they have socially comes back in the recent finale. Neil and Nikki need people to like them more than Max does, he's actively seen trying to calm them down about it.)

So where Max has a "push everybody away" method Neil and Nikki have a "hold on and never let go" to an unhealthy amount. Nikki moves past this partially, Neil doesn't.

Neil had a robot he made JUST to be his friend turn on him FOR being clingy and needy. He blinked away a TEAR when Max called him temporary. Max may have saw him as a friend first but Neil more openly held it closer to his heart.

They both have way more in common than people notice, Neil isn't really the voice of reason to Max's chaos. It depends on the day. Max can loose control of a situation he created for his own gain, Neil looses control when trying to gain attention or gain lack of it actually.

When Max thought he lost Dolph to bears Neil said hope you find him! And outed, But in camp cool kidz when Max starts an uprising after Neil gives him the idea, he's the only person to willingly stay on his side.

When Neil's AI got out of hand Max was impressed, but Neil had to drag him to help. Where as when Neil was lying about the story of Hanukkah, Max tried to give him advice and help him out.

Max both simultaneously uses Neil like a henchman sometimes, but Is impressed by his actions and capabilities. Neil is VERY attention and ego-driven. Max saying he's too dumb to find something just so Neil will happily fetch it for him is him playing on that, although it's a mean move it really shows how well he knows Neil. And even openly admits Neil knows him well too.

Max was the only person who knew/Neil trusted with his bathroom issues. (I hc Neil asks Max to whistle outside the outhouse for him and Max is like "do you know how many superstitions tell you not to whistle outside at night/j" and Neil is like neither one of us is superstitions just start that remix already istg!!!)

Both of their personalities hold so many similarities as well as alot of negative traits so they do bump heads alot, unlike Nikki's behind your back type shit talk, Neil insinuates once to his face he was smarter than Max and got a foul reaction from it.

This post is a lot more messy than the Nikki one as I can probably easily break down a timeline where Max warmed up to Nikki, but with Neil he seemed to connect with him pretty quickly, in reigny day where I mentioned he was quick to shut nikki down, in the same episode he's very driven to figure out where Neil is. Their dynamic is more complicated I think bc when Max and Neil aren't getting along it's more clear and direct and often due to their similar things. Pettiness, selfishness, egotisticalness. On the other side of the same coin they act silently attached to the hip and almost above other people together.

So I guess I ship it BC I like interpreting them with that very big understanding they have of one another, that deep rooted camaraderie, balanced out with that banter of being sassy little shits but in different ways. The potential angst of when they've already become THAT close but their problems of different moral greyness get too big.

The idea of them spending nearly every day together, and deeply loving each other but never actually saying it or expressing their affection in traditional ways, yet still feeling and knowing that love is there.

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scekrex · 19 days

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First off, LOVE your writing. Like, I’m literally obsessed 😫😫

But I wanted to request something, basically, just Adam wanting to experiment with Y/n cause he’s a little curious (bi-curious 😉) and just him being really awkward with it, like, HE. HAS. NOT. BEEN. THIS ANXIOUS AND SCARED about doing sexual stuff since his first time with EVE. Like, you’d think it would be easy to give a handjob while frotting but WHOOPS his hands are too. fucking. sweaty and the damn dicks keep slipping away and now he wants to die from the embarrassment. Like it’s THAT serious for him. (And it’s TOTALLY not because he has f-f-feelings for Y/n…. Definitely not…)

I really just like nervous bi-curious guys who need a little comforting in their sexuality. Cause I know that poor boy has internalized homophobia RIDDLED in his bones. (Like, how does he know that Angel is a pornstar in hell, but not know Alastor, one of the most famous overloads in hell?? Bro’s been watching that shit on the down-low)

All in all, he gives Church Pastor’s Closeted Gay Son vibes.

But yeah, I just want this boy to know, it’s ok for him to want to suck a dick and MAYBE kiss the homies goodnight (IDK sounds a little gay/j) 😭🙏

Okay okay okay, so Adam struggling with being bi? Fuck yeah. Like it seriously messes with his fucking head and he doesn't understand it at fucking all.

Is this the life, the one from your dreams?

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, handjob

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Adam's been acting kinda strange for the past few days - that means even stranger than he had been acting before. And somehow his strange behavior had led to the two of you sitting in your bedroom, dressed in nothing but boxershorts and having the most awkward conversation.

You and Adam had been close friends for a couple thousand years by now, he was your rotten soldier, your homeboy and you knew you meant just as much to him as he meant to you. But while you were okay with being queer, Adam had his problems with it. ‘I can't be gay, I'm fucking Adam, God didn't create me to be gay and suck dick' was one of the excuses he used the most whenever you addressed the topic. But this time it was different.

“So uhm, y'know how you're gay?” Good fucking job Adam, of course you would forget about something like that. You raised an eyebrow at his choice of words and crooked your head a little, “What kind of question is that?” Yeah, that he was asking himself as well, what kind of question was that? His sweaty palm ran through his hair in order to cool himself down, it wasn't helping. Not the slightest bit. He was still nervously sweating and twitching, leaving you confused. “Yeah, stupid thing to ask I- fuck. I was wondering-” how would you ask for something like that anyway? ‘So I know you've said you'd smash me in the past, is that offer still on the table?’ Fuck no. “Yeah, fuckhead, that offer’s still on the table,” was your more than casual response to his question - which he had apparently voiced out loud. The brunette’s head snapped towards you, meeting your eyes for the first time ever since he had entered your apartment today, “What?” He sounded so confused and overwhelmed at the same time, his eyes reflected both excitement and anxiety. He looked so confident yet so insecure.

“Y’know, if ya wanna fuck around to find out, I'm your guy,” oh and how Adam adored yet hated the sound of that - he desperately wanted you to be his guy, though not only in the context of sex but rather as his boyfriend - not that he'd tell you though. So he simply just stared at you because what the fuck had you just said? “So if I like-” You interrupted him by placing your hand firmly on his thigh, he looked at your hand, then sought eye contact. “If ya wanna hook up I'm cool with that.”

But were you? Were you cool with ‘just hooking up’? No. But it was the most you could get, the closest you'd ever be to Adam and if Adam wanted you to be his fuck-buddy, you wouldn't turn it down. If fuck-buddy was all the first man had to offer, you'd gladly swallow it. Adam seemed to have noticed the uncertainty in your eyes, yet he was too scared to ask if you were sure - he knew he should have asked, but he was too afraid you'd change your mind last minute.

Your hand slowly crept closer up to his crotch and the brunette sitting in front of you let you, his curious golden eyes watched your every move carefully and once your hand had finally reached its destination, a quiet moan escaped him. He immediately didn't like the feeling - not the feeling itself, the feeling itself was purely divine. It was rather the feeling of giving up control that he didn't like, he felt lost, vulnerable and exposed. So he grabbed a hold of your wrist and moved it away from his body entirely, that earned him another confused look by you. “I know what I like, don't fucking care if it's done by a fucking chick or a dude. I wanna fucking find out how to-” he wasn't even able to say it, to say that he wanted to learn how to pleasure dudes, how to pleasure you. But you understood him, of course you did. Aside from Lute you knew him best, you were the one who could look right through his tough guy act but you never said a word about it. You saw the tiniest of emotions in his eyes, mostly even emotions Adam himself hadn't noticed.

So you wiggled out of his grip, grabbed his wrist instead and guided it straight to your crotch instead. The feeling of Adam's palm against your most sensitive part was different from what you had imagined it - it was better. His large palm had no issue cupping all of you and you couldn't help but lightly thrust up against his hot skin. The brunette's eyes widened, not in shock but in lust, the way your body reacted to his simple touch was amazing, purely wonderful. The fact that you also managed to hold eye contact while thrusting up against his palm and tiny moans falling from your lips - though he was sure you just did that to tease him - all those things did something to him. “Are ya gonna jerk me off or do I need to do that myself?” Fuck, your words were tempting, so so sweet and tempting, how could he refuse? And seriously, giving you a handjob couldn't be any different than jerking himself off, could it?

Well it very much could. Once your underwear had been snapped away by the first man, his hand was so sweaty that it kept losing its grip, your dick kept slipping out of his hand and while you truly didn't seem to mind it all that much given the fact that it was his first experience, Adam minded. He wanted this to be good, he wanted you to remember how good he was in bed, that his hand was feeling so much better than yours but how could he make you feel that way when he didn't even manage to jerk you off properly? He looked stressed, his body was tense and he was feeling many things but enjoyment wasn't one of them. And of course you had to notice all of this.

“Adam,” your voice sounded so soft, so understanding, like he was a child that had just broken a mug and you were their father, telling them that it is okay and the world wouldn't burn down because of one broken mug. “Relax,” you continued to speak, his eyes snapped up, met yours and you couldn't hold back the sigh that escaped your lips as your eyes met his. Frustration and fear was visible in them and honestly, you understood his position, you had been there too. Of course it had been a while - quite a long while actually, but you had been there too. “I am fucking relaxed,” was his response as he tried to tighten the grip around your erection in order to jerk you off - yet his hand slipped away again. “Fuck- I-” you were quick to interrupt him, one hand came to rest on his knee, “We can stop, we don't-” “Fuck no, I'm not gonna stop.” Well that was certainly good to know, yet he didn't seem quite comfortable with the situation he was in, the exact opposite seemed to be the case - or was he just that nervous? Could it be?

You grabbed a hold of Adam's wrist, then guided his hand up and down by it. “Start slowly,” you hummed as you watched with delight how his hand moved up and down your shaft. While this was far from perfect, it was pretty good, better than using your own hand. The fact that it was Adam who was jerking you off added a lot of pleasure to the picture, it was always easier to get off when the person you fancied is the one doing the work. “I fucking know how to fucking jerk someone off, it’s not like I’ve never fucking done it,” he umbled, sounding slightly annoyed by you treating him like an inexperienced child - and while you certainly knew that, jerking yourself off and jerking your partner (or in this case someone else entirely) off were two completely different things to do. He knew how he liked it, he knew how he had to twist his own hand to cause pleasure to take over his body, he knew how fast and rough he liked it - he knew nothing about that when it came to you. So you let go of his wrist and watched as his hand slipped off your dick once again, frustation was written all over his face - fuck this was so . For that he had bragged about how fucking awesome he was in bed regardless the gender. He had said once or twice that he was certain he could pleasure a dude just as well as a chick, there was no big difference after all - his words, not yours. “Mhm, I can see,” you teased the first man with a soft chuckle, it wasn’t a big deal that he was nervous, you understood, you had been there too - that was a couple thousand years in the past, of course, but you had been there too. “Oh shut the fuck up,” he bit back - or well, at least he had intended to bite back, there was not a single bit of harshness in his voice though, if anything he sounded defeated. “This is not a competition, y’know? I’m not gonna go out of this and compare you to former experiences,” and in God’s mighty name, Adam truly didn’t know what he had done to deserve someone as patient and understanding as you. Because how? How could you stay so calm and collected yet looked so happy and pleased with the situation you were in while the brunette was going through one crisis after another? How was it possible for it to feel so right to have his hand wrapped around your erection and yet he felt so overwhelmed by it? Why couldn’t you simply yell at him for being a fuck-up? That way he could hate himself and you, but this way? This way the only person he could truly hate was himself. Because he wanted to pleasure you, wanted you to feel amazing, to come undone by his touch and voice and presence - simply by him and him alone. He wanted you to enjoy this, he didn’t want you, however, to guide him through this. But he knew that was part of the learning process. He had to learn what you liked and then he had to learn how to fulfill those desires of yours.

“This isn’t about how you have to be perfect,” your voice was filled with softness, Adam was sure at this point it was simply a warm, comforting blanket that you used to wrap around him in order to put his mind at ease. But it was, wasn’t it? Because who were to say you would fool around with him ever again if he wasn’t good? You’d either pleasure yourself or go and seek that somewhere else from someone else and that the first man really didn’t want. No way he wanted someone else to see how glorious you looked, drowning in lust and desire - he wanted to be the only one. His eyes seemed to be reflecting at least some of his wishes because your hand came up to cup his cheek and the second your warm, soothing palm made contact with his face - the gentle kind of contact, of course - he leaned into your touch like it was his second nature. “Lemme guide you, just this one time. Next time you can have all the control ya want.” The brunette’s eyes widened at your words, a promise for another time, “What?” You chuckled, clearly amused by his surprise, “You thought I’d let ya off the hook after I show you how I like my men?” Your men, your men, your men. Those words repeated in Adam’s head over and over again and while the logical part of him knew how you had meant it, the emotional side of him was going wild over your phrasing. Your men, your men, your men. He was your man - well, somehow that wasn’t wrong though, he was the one trying to get you off after all. His brain seemed to malfunction at the sheer thought of it, which caused another chuckle to bubble from your throat, “This won’t be a one-time-thing for as long as you don’t want it to remain a one-time-thing.”

Was that the right thing to say? Was it okay to offer more to him? You knew that one day you’d drown in this, one day the offer you had just made would backfire, would hurt you. It would crush your heart and leave a thousand little pieces, but right now you knew it was the closest you could get and you were willing to pay the price of ending up hurt in the future for as long as the present remained to feel so good, so pure, so fucking amazing. Adam pulled his hand from your dick, drawing a needy moan at the loss of friction from you, a grin stretched across his lips and a cocky, “Patience, babes,” followed quickly. The brunette wiped his hand off on the backsheets, getting rid of most of the sweat that had collected on the inside of his palm, then he went back to word and did as you had told him - he settled for a slower therefore firmer pace, and look at that, it worked. “Fuck,” you muttered underneath your breath as your head lulled backwards, exposing your throat to Adam and the first man wanted nothing more than to dive in and mark you up, he wanted everyone to see that you belonged to him, that he had claimed you as his and only his even though you didn’t know about that yet. But he didn’t. He wasn’t sure if that was a line he was allowed to cross, jerking you off and watching you fall apart by his hand was one thing, leaving marks that would stay for days was another level though. A level he had yet to reach. “Keep that- oh fucking shit, just like that,” you hummed as the first man twisted his hand experimentally and watched as your eyes slipped close. Pleasure was shooting through your veins and you made sure to be as vocal as possible about it to let him know he was doing a great job - directly praising Adam seemed like something that would scare the first man off, so you had to keep it subtle yet not hidden, he clearly needed the affirmation you offered him.

His movements became steadier, more confident and a little quicker as well, he was growing used to the feeling of having his hand wrapped around another dick and he loved to watch your face, he noticed the little details - how your eyes would squeeze shut whenever you were to moan for him, how your head twitched so slightly whenever he twisted his hand the right way. Adam had not known that someone could look this holy, like he had imagined you’d look absolutely heavenly falling apart underneath his touch, but the reality he was experiencing was so much better. Pride filled him as he felt you thrusting up into his touch - that meant he wasn’t completely fucking up which counted as a win in his book so far, yet he wanted to be better for you, he wanted you to remeber him as your best - not just any hook-up, his ego wouldn’t be able to handle that. He wouldn’t be able to handle that. “Talk to me,” you basically begged him with a needy whine and yet another thrust upwards and it took the brunette a moment to process your words and figure out what they were trying to tell him, then it clicked. Dirty talk. That would be the same as it is with chicks, right? “Look at the fucking dirty mess you are, fucking hell,” he breathed the words out as he leaned forwards, his lips were now gently brushing against your ear and he playfully tested the water by nibbling on your earlobe - a surprised yet not unpleasant gasp escaped your body, followed by a throaty groan and a harsh thrust of your hips, “More, please Adam.” And oh fuck, the brunette was sure he’d cream his fucking pants if you were to keep moaning his name like that. It was otherworldly, his name falling from your lips in the way they did, staining it, dirting it, and yet the first man couldn’t care less. His grip tightened a little, earning him a moan filled with pure desire and lust, to Adam it was music. “Keep it u- oh fuck,” the first man didn’t give you enough air to breathe, he had figured out how to move and twist his hand in order to get more of these delicious sounds to fall from your lips, he felt like you were an open book for him to read even though he basically knew nothing about your likes and dislikes yet. However, he planned on changing that in the future. For now, he wanted to make you cum. And his plan seemed to work out pretty well, because it was just a few moments later that you lifted your hips off the bed, your back hit the mattress as you fell backwards, exposing yourself to Adam in all your glory and the first man loved every single bit of it. “Close,” it was only a whisper, barely audible and the brunette had almost missed it - almost. He decided to try and quicken his pace a little, he swept his thumb over your slit, not only to tease you but also to use your pre-cum as lube - just how he had seen it in the demon porn he watched every now and then. The dudes that had fucked Angel Dust had made it all look so easy but now he knew better, it was hard word. But it was hard work he was willing to do if that meant he got to hear your soft cires and lusty moans.

And before his mind could even catch onto what was happening, your back was arching and hot white semen covered his hand and your stomach. You were breathing heavily and in amazement Adam watched as your chest rose and fell. “Fuck,” you muttered, your eyes were still closed as you tried your best to catch your breath, “Not fucking bad for your first time, big guy.” The grin on your lips was cocky, playful and definitely only there to tease Adam - he knew that. “Not fucking bad? I’d say I was pretty fucking amazing,” ah there it was his usual confidence. You had wondered where it had gone, it was good to know it was back. “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say,” you hummed and were about to turn around, yet the brunette stopped you by pinning your shoulders against the mattress, where the sudden return of his confidence came from he didn’t know, his body was on autopilot, he was done holding back. He had held back for too long and his body seemed pretty done with it. He looked down at you, your eyes met his as you opened them slowly. The first man was hovering above you, pinning you down firmly yet it wasn’t uncomfortable. “So?” you cockily asked, raising an eyebrow at the first man above you, “Are ya gonna kiss me now or what?”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

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vintagepresley · 1 year

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Could you do one where y/n is like choking on elvis’ cock and her older cousin walks in and elvis is at his climax when he comes all on her face and her brother tells the parents

Thank you for the request! ❤️

Warning: not that this needed an obvious warning but uh oral gets kinda filthy and rough. Reader is also a virgin, young, naive, submissive. Daddy kink bc I obviously can’t ever stray from that 😩

You were the first girl Elvis laid his eyes on when he got back from the army and he was taken with you in an instant. He wasted no time asking you out and ever since then the two of you had been sneaking around. You spent most of your time together at Graceland as you begun secretly dating Elvis for a few months and you didn’t even tell your closest friends in fear that your parents would find out. Not only would they not approve because it was Elvis Presley, but he was a bit older than you even though that wasn’t a thing people stressed about around this time, you knew your parents they would make that the reason why you couldn't date him when really they just didn't like Elvis. You had just turned eighteen when you had caught his eye and he was twenty-five, but the little age difference didn't matter to either of you one bit. It only made him slip into a more dominant behavior with you. You hadn't slept with him yet because he wasn't ready to take things that far with you, he wanted to keep you his innocent little girl until the time felt right. But that didn't mean the two of you didn't have fun in other ways with his heavy petting and usual dry humping. Which ultimately led to the two of you giving one another oral, which Elvis jumped at the chance to teach you.

Lately he had been asking about you taking him to your house because he was curious as what it looked like and what your room looked like. He wanted to meet your family as well but he knew that wasn't going to happen in case they didn't approve of him and he wasn't going to let anything jeopardize his relationship with you. You had been laying in his bed curled up beside him as your head rested on his chest and your fingers tracing over him. He had asked once again about seeing your house and room. You tilted your head up, resting your chin on his chest as you let out a soft laugh. "Why do you want see my room so bad?" you smiled. He shrugged with a small smile as his arm tightened around you. "I just wanna see what my baby's room looks like.. I bet there's posters of me.." he grinned. You rolled your eyes playfully. "Maybe.." you hummed as you got a bit flustered because you did have a few. He smiled at the sight of your blush. "Aw, little, that's adorable." he beamed and you hid your face in his chest letting out a cute huff.

You glanced back up at him. "My parents are picking my older brother up from college tomorrow.. Maybe I can sneak you in for a bit. But we gotta go before they get back." you said softly. He had wide smile on his face now and nodding slowly. "Sounds good to me." he said softly. You glanced over at the alarm clock on his bedside table and seeing it was nearly 7:00pm, you climbed off his bed to put your clothes back on that he had taken off. "I should probably go home now, daddy." you said watching his happy expression turn to a sad one as it always did when you had to leave, having one of his friends drop you off when it got too late. He nodded letting out a soft sigh as he sat up. "Charlie's gonna take ya home. C'mere, little one." he said softly. You walked over to his side of the bed and he pulled you toward him, placing a soft kiss to your lips and you smiled widely kissing him back. "What time are your parents leaving?" he asked, brushing his fingers through your hair. "I think about 10am." you mumbled, nodding. "Okay, I'll see ya then, baby." he said stealing another kiss from your lips before you headed downstairs where Charlie was waiting to escort you home.

The next day had come and you were up early just so you could see exactly when your parents left. You had showered and gotten dressed it was a hot day in Memphis and since you and Elvis had planned to go out, you wanted to wear something comfortable so you opted for a pair of short shorts and a white button up blouse with the sleeves cut off and a pair of flats. It was nearing 9:30am and you were waiting patiently for your parents to leave and as you did you decided to call up Elvis to see if he was even awake. You grabbed the phone that sat on your nightstand and dialing the number to Graceland and placing the phone to your ear as the line shrilled, one of the guys picking up and you recognized the voice immediately. "Hey Joe, do you know if Elvis is awake?" you asked. "Oh hey, Y/N, I think he is I'll let him know you're on the phone." he said as he placed you on hold. You hummed softly to yourself as you waited on the phone and suddenly hearing a click after a moment and someone picking up.

"Lil' one?" Elvis says softly. You smiled widely when you heard his sleepy voice. "Did I wake you?" you say quietly. "Course not, sugar. I woke up a little while ago." he mumbles. "Oh okay. You sound so cute." you giggled. He smiled to himself. "Mm.. Have your parents left yet, baby?" he asked. "Not yet, but I think they're just about to." you say and suddenly hearing the front door opening and then a car door closing. "Wait!" you exclaimed taking the phone with you as you walked over to the window. "They're leaving!" you say excitedly with a small giggle. He chuckled softly on the other end. "You're so cute. I'll be over in a bit, my sweet girl." he mumbled. "Okay." you smiled as you both hung up and you quickly started to tidy up your room a bit and hiding anything embarrassing and just super teenage stuff that you would die if Elvis ever saw like a small journal you had that had his name scribbled all over it. It was bad enough you had stuffed animals on your bed. You didn't need anything else making you feel like such a child around him.

Elvis had Lamar drop him off at your house almost 30 minutes later and he was going to wait down the block, you had heard the car pulling up, peeking your head out the window from the living room he arrived sporting his usual fashion looking handsome as ever and you ran to the door already meeting him before he even got a chance to knock and he laughed when he saw you. "Well hello." he grinned and he raised an eyebrow when he saw your outfit. "Are ya wearing that out, baby?" he asked seeing how short your shorts were on you. "Well.. Yeah, it's a hot day. Why? You don't like it?" you pouted. "Oh, I-I like it, but I don't want anyone else likin' it." he teased. "Do you want me to change?" you asked. "Of course not, little. Now are ya gonna give me the tour or what?" he laughed. You smiled at him and grabbed a hold of his hand, shutting the door behind him once he stepped inside and you began to give him a tour of your house, it wasn't quite as grand as Graceland but he made it seem as if it was the best thing he'd seen. On the last stop of the tour you saved your bedroom for last.

"Now don't make fun of me when I show you my room.." you said softly, chewing on your bottom lip. He smirked and nodded his head slowly as you opened the door and the two of you walked inside, he looked around and grinning to himself at how cute it was and seeing the posters of himself on the walls which caused him to chuckle softly and then he glanced over at your bed seeing your little stuffed animals, which he thought was even cuter. You stood behind him watching him looking at everything, nervously playing with your hands. "I plan to change it soon.. Y'know something more adult since I'm a grown woman now." you blurted out, not actually having plans to change anything, but just saying that to seem more grownup. He raised eyebrow at your words and he turned around to face you, stepping toward you and placing his right index finger beneath your chin and making you look at him, his voice low and accent thicker then usual. "Baby, you ain't a woman yet.." he smirked.

You captured your bottom lip between your teeth and staring innocently up at him as you began to blush, knowing exactly what he meant. He kissed your cheek before he began to look over your room again and then starting to look through some of your things and you quickly ran to stop him when he tried to open your nightstand drawer. He laughed as a smirk appeared on his lips. "You hidin' things from me, little one?" he questioned. You shook your head. "No.." you whispered. "Then move.." he hummed. You had nothing to hide besides that pesky journal with his name scribbled everywhere. "I don't wanna.." you pouted. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and he lifted you up over his left shoulder. "Daddy, put me down!!" you squealed, kicking your legs and squirming in his grip, giggling. He chuckled reaching into the drawer and grabbing the journal and he spanked your ass with it a few times with it. Another cute squeal escaping your lips before he set you back down on the floor and he plopped down on your bed with the journal. "That was cruel!" you huffed seeing him quickly skim through the small book and seeing his name scribbled all over pages, he just thought it was the cutest thing in the world, he wouldn't dare read anything in it not wanting to invade your privacy in that way.

He sat the journal on the table, smiling from ear to ear. "Why'd you wanna hide that? I think it's adorable you had a little crush on me, baby." he says softly, patting his lap for you. You stepped closer toward him and sat down in his lap, slipping your arms around his shoulders, shrugging a bit. "I don't know.. It just seemed.. embarrassing." you whispered. "Ah, stop it, little.. I love it." he smiled, his left arm around your waist tight while his right hand moved slowly up and down between your thighs as he slowly bounced you on his lap with his shaky leg, your arms clung around his shoulders, not wanting to let him go. The sight of your little shorts riding up further and the way he was bouncing you on his lap was causing him to pitch a tent in his pants as he grew semi hard. He leaned toward you to press a few kisses to your neck and he adjusted you on his lap making you feel how hard you had made him against your ass. You giggled softly feeling his bulge pressed firmly against you. "Mm.. Maybe we can fool around a bit before your parents get back.." he whispered in your ear. Your hands playing with the hair on the nape of his neck, taking a moment to think about that because the last thing you wanted was to be caught. “Hm okay, but then we should go." you nodded.

"'Course, baby.. Wanna play with little Elvis?" he asked with a smirk, running his thumb across your pretty lips. "Daddy wants to feel that mouth of yours 'round him.." he hummed softly. You giggled cutely, nodding your head eagerly, you had enjoyed 'playing' with little Elvis as he referred to it and each time you had you only got better at pleasing him. He kissed your lips softly, his tone demanding and stern. "Get on your knees, little..." he whispered on your lips. You nodded, slipping out of his embrace and watching as he spread his legs open as you sunk down to the floor and the carpet brushing up against your bare knees harshly. You watched as he unbuckled his belt, sliding his pants down just enough to get his cock that was aching for relief out of pants. You watched as his cock sprang out and he was fully hard now and you were always in awe of his cock, licking over your lips happily. His hands brushing your hair behind your ears, smiling at you. You reached your right hand up to wrap around his cock and you opened your mouth just enough to stick your tongue out and pulling back his foreskin as you swirled your tongue around his wet swollen tip, a soft groan leaving his lips.

You licked over his tip tasting his precum on your tongue and then lifting his cock a bit to drag your tongue along the shaft, keeping your eyes on him the entire time and he continued to play with your hair and petting you gently as he tried to choke back a groan. You licked your way back up to his tip and parted your lips a bit more as you took him into your mouth, sucking slowly and making cute little noises as you did as you watched his pleasing expressions as he let out a loud groan. "Oh god.. I love when ya make those sounds for me, baby.." he mewled, his fingers combing lightly through your hair. You slowly began to bob your head on his cock sucking a bit faster and stroking him at the same time, your saliva slowly gathering around your mouth as a bit leaked onto his cock, the wet sounds of you sucking becoming little louder, his hands grasping tighter around your hair. "Fuck.." he moaned his eyes gazing into your innocent ones as they stared up at him. He smirked brushing one of his hands against your face. "My sweet girl.." he hummed.

"Will ya let daddy fuck ya throat a lil', baby?" he whispered. A small 'Mhm' escaping your mouth around his cock, he grinned as he brought his hand down to rub over your throat gently . "Remember just relax for me.." he said softly. Then he moved your hands off him and you planted them flat against the carpet as he wrapped his big hands around your head and he slowly began to push his cock into your mouth deeper and the moment he hit your throat he made a soft gag erupt from your mouth and your hands clutching onto the carpet. "Oh fuck.. That's it, baby.." he groaned. Slowly pushing his cock in deeper as you kept your throat relaxed enough until you made his cock disappear and you swallowed him down forcing you to breath through your nose, his breathing suddenly heavy as he whimpered softly, your nails digging into the carpet now as tears rolled down your face and you kicked your feet a little, gagging and choking softly around his cock as your saliva pooled out of your mouth and dripped down onto the floor. "Goddamn, little one.." he moaned loudly. He began to slowly fuck your throat watching as each time his cock thrusted in and out of your mouth it became more and more covered in your saliva.

The pornographic sounds that escaped your mouth only turned him on more with how obscene and nasty they were and he moaned louder and his panting growing heavier. He let you up for a moment for air and you gasped loudly trying to suck in as much oxygen as possible, your mouth dripping with saliva. "Mm.. Your throat feels so good.. C'mere..." he growled as he was grabbing your head and shoving his cock back down your tight throat. Each time he thrusted into you his balls slapped against your chin and your body convulsed and jolted as you choked around him, your eyes shut tight as more tears flowed from them, a small squeal escaping you with how rough he was being. "Ah.. Oh god..." he whimpered. Neither of you had heard your parents pulling into the drive way and getting out of the car along with your older brother who was excited to catch up with his little sister. Your parents calling out to you but receiving no answer, you couldn't hear a thing over your own noises and Elvis' groans. So your brother decided just to go upstairs and surprise you.

You were still in the middle of gagging on Elvis' cock as he fucked your mouth deep, he was so close to cumming as he plunged his cock once more down your throat, not only was your mouth and your chin covered with your own saliva, you were also a whimpering, moaning and crying mess. "Oh-Oh god.. I-I'm gonna cum, baby... Fuck.." he groaned. Just as Elvis was pulling his cock out of your mouth that's when your brother had walked in on the two of you and he was completely horrified with what he was witnessing and who he was realized he was staring at, you had no idea he was standing there. Elvis saw him and couldn't help but have that asshole smirk of his plastered on his face as he covered your face in loads of his thick cum, groaning loudly as his eyes rolled back, licking your lips to taste his cum. "Y/N!! What the fuck??" your brother yelled, he was mortified and there was no way he was going to be able to even look at you after this. You jumped at the sound of your brothers voice and letting out a scream, Elvis laughed a bit. "I'm telling mom and dad!" he shouted. "No, please!" you begged as you began to freak out but he was already gone.

"Goddamnit.." Elvis mumbled under his breath as he pulled his pants back up and buckled them. You were frantic and you ran over to shut the door, locking it to give the two of you sometime to figure out what to do, you ran to your bathroom to clean yourself off quickly trying to get rid of any trace of Elvis' cum and you came running back out. "You need to go." you said in a serious tone. "B-But baby... Where do you want me to go??" he said softly. "You're gonna have to climb out the window. Go!" you whispered as you could hear the footsteps coming up the steps. Elvis went to open the window, looking back at you. "Come with me, little. He's the only one who saw us, if ya leave before they get up here they probably won't believe him." he whispered. Oddly enough what Elvis was saying actually made sense. Who would believe Elvis Presley was in your bedroom? Or that you were giving him a blowjob? It sounds ridiculous.

So you hurried to the window and the drop wasn't too far from the ground, so Elvis carefully climbed down first and stood there with his arms out for you as he watched you climb out the window. You did your best to close the window some before you began to get a bit scared and decided to just leave it. "Careful now, little.” he whispered up to you. You've never done anything like this before and it was such a rush despite your small fear. When you eventually got closer to the ground Elvis wrapped his arms around your legs and helped you down. He took your hand and the two of you went running down the block to where Lamar was parked that by time your parents and your brother managed to get into your locked bedroom the two of you were already by the car. Elvis cupped your face in his hands. "You okay, little one?" he mumbled breathlessly. You nodded at him as you were catching your breath, smiling. “I’m okay, daddy.” You hummed. He planted a soft kiss to your lips before the two of you hurried into the car. Elvis yelling at Lamar to drive and the two of you realizing what you just did once you had gotten away with it and you couldn’t help but start laughing together as you clung to his side. Elvis was an easy way to get yourself into some trouble and part of you loved the thrill of that.

This went from cute to REAL FILTHY to cute. lmaooo

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