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todayisafridaynight · 11 months

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RIGHT YEAH I was also thinking about the scenario of Jo accompanying Masato in relation to this, in the vein of… that'd solidify that the whole lie was always about His Family and not The Family right… because what can Jo even DO for the family while he's away? He's more than a glorified accountant.

Though thinking about it, he probably wouldn't have been away too long, at least compared to a prison sentence for murder. Because Masato only faked his death in 2004 (at the very latest, I guess; it's when the news went public) and Bleach Japan was founded "almost 20 years" prior to 2019, at which point Aoki and Ogasawara had already graduated and returned to Japan.

That and Aoki wasn't in a wheelchair anymore when he met Ogasawara at Harvard, so perhaps Jo would only really /need/ to stay for the procedure and Aoki's physical therapy and all, though of course I can see him staying longer. Still, not too long, all things considered.

So this scenario's kind of the worst of both worlds, because perhaps those first couple of years it's Arakawa's own stubbornness, and then the rest of his family has to go away anyway. And he's so sure in that time what he needs is to be with his family again and he'll at least feel less alone, miss Ichi less.

But then Masato's Aoki now and only really staying in touch to use him and the Arakawa Family's resources for his own gain, and Jo--as you perfectly put it--doesn't know how to emotionally take care of him. So things he should be ecstatic about--seeing his son walk on his own two legs for the first time and having his right hand man back in action--end up bittersweet at best. Aiiieeeeee……

OH YEAH SHINJI I half-remembered there was a visit in 1 but not who actually went to visit Kiryu sorry for doing you like that my boy </3 still counts as part of a pattern to me though… subordinate visiting his aniki…

SPEAKING OF KIRYU. Yeah. Typical Kiryu L. Kazuma Kiryu you have blood on your hands and NOT in the funney Reddit meme way… ABSOLUTELY DERANGED to blame Ichi for anything in the ending whatsoever though like WHAT. He got him immediate medical attention and WE AS THE AUDIENCE don't even have time to react, let alone anyone living the fucking moment good god my blood pressure is spiking

ALSO THE JO POST… YEAH… yeah yeah yeah that's the shit I'm talking about… and like. This is where localization frustrates me so Bear With My Complaints a moment but his very last line is mistranslated in both versions, the sub in terms of what he was actually saying and the dub in terms of giving him this bitchy, flippant tone that doesn't convey his intent. So I'll cut them down the middle and say it's "[The] legit [way]? The word has never crossed my mind, not once."

There's just something to it as a clear thesis for his whole life and his eventual fate. Like of course Adachi means in terms of going through the proper legal processes, but words like proper, legit, decent, these also have clear connotations of adequacy. So for him to literally say NOTHING he's done has been adequate in his eyes perfectly illustrates what you were saying. Like he's always taken it as a matter of fact that nothing he could do would be enough, like that's a truth woven into his existence so tightly he never even thought about it. And now there really is nothing he can do.

i have my own theoretical timeline on masato's stay in america, but even with what we have there's a lot of variables involved with for exactly when certain events happened

under the assumption masato was to enroll at harvard in the fall of 2001 (assuming he was somehow able to be approved for a lung transplant as soon as that year), then jo would- at max- might only have to be abroad for (assuming they leave in january) nine months (to account for the time it took for masato to get approved for surgery and then the surgery itself plus the potential 3-6 month recovery period afterwards)

alternatively, if masato had to wait a year- two max if we're being optimistic so he could graduate on time under an accelerated 2-year academic schedule to get surgery- then jo, similarly, would have to be abroad for a similar amount of time.

the time gone doesn't matter too much i guess: arakawa will still be left alone for a long time, and that really couldnt have been easy either way. the time his family's gone only makes their comeback all the more bittersweet, as you put it (´▽｀;;)

OH BUT YEAH NO THE Y7 BIT THAT SHIT PISSED ME OFF SO MUCH WHEN I READ IT like mates were trying to be smart about it like 'wow ichi way to go showing how much you love aoki and how you'd do anything for him 🙄' like God Forbid a human character acts human and imperfect what the fuck you want him to do he aint got no goddamn spidey sense how the shit was he supposed to know (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)(;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)(;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

but yeah.. speaking of Doing The Right Thing jo's never ending feelings of inadequacy are my favorite </3 cause its like.. it's a reason why i love jo so much if i can be weird to say: what he did wasnt something that you can confidently forgive or try to say 'he's done the most to rectify this' or anything like that because putting a baby in a coin locker's like.. a lot of steps are involved to do that.. not really a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing that would have grounds to forgive yourself for.. so the fact jo knows this and just has that intense guilt- it's my bread and butter to say the least 😔

#long post #snap chats #i didnt mean to ramble about my masato timeline OOPS. i havent mentioned it in months tho.... i do like thinkin a it....#thats not even to consider the idea of jo staying abroad all four years to make sure masato was getting along fine #and to make sure he made it back to japan alright- but for the sake of giving masato some independence for a bit #we can also say jo went back when he was 'no longer needed' and just let masato live how he wanted to #but again i guess the exact amount of months and years dont matter too much #as for Jo's Suffering though i can't explain why i love it so much #i think its just cause like. its nice that a character acknowledges they did something unforgivable #like even if aoki did get the lung transplant and he's fine- or WAS fine rip- that doesnt negate the 24 some years he had to be miserable #i cant explain it im very bad at explaining things can we tell #its just such a weird situation. because again what jo did isnt something you can excuse or forgive yk #like masato's critical years and his early adulthood were severely impacted by his disability #to say half his life was altered by jo's actions is an understatement- and jo knows that right #even if he made sure everything that could be done for him to make his life better was done #there was probably always that thought of 'this extra work wouldnt be necessary if i didnt do that' yk what i mean #so i guess im just glad he's dedicated to acknowledging that and trying to take responsibility for it now #idk idk i cant explain it but i hope we know what i mean. dear god i hope we do words arent my strong suit #but yeah again.... now he cant do anything to continue righting that wrong in his eyes #now its just guilt with no means of alleviating it and THAT. hurts the soul in a good way. me thinks anyhow

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moonlit-imagines · 1 month

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Headcanons for being the forgetful Avenger

Avengers x reader

warnings:

a/n: it not too long i so sorry

prompt: @glitchy-bean: “Hi!!! I hope you're doing good!!! Could I request smth with a really forgetful reader + the avengers gang? More like found family than anything romantic at all with a teen reader if that's okay!!!”

“well sorry” -you, consistently “i cant remember everything”

“you can’t remember anything” -nat

“yeah, y/n, were you dropped on the head as a baby or something?” -tony

“cut it out, guys. it’s not their fault they forgot thor’s birthday. besides, hes had a couple thousand” -steve

“are you calling me old, captain?” -thor

“at least im not the only one” -steve

it wasn’t just birthdays you forgot

much much more serious than that

rendezvous points, mission details, plans of attack, perp descriptions, where you put your keys, where you put your gun

you name it you forgot it

i mean—not always, but enough for it to be the running joke

“keep your comms on, y/n. not having a disaster like last time when you couldn’t remember whether to cut the red wire or green wire” -tony

“you wish i cut the wrong one” -you

“uh, no, that’s very harsh. i moreso wished you didn’t scare us half to death by nearly digging your grave” -tony

“oh ok i forgot” -you

“who left their macaroni and cheese in the microwave?” -vision

“damn! its cold. and crusted a little. how long did i leave this in here?” -you, poking your tray with a fork “and why are you using the microwave? you dont eat”

“this is a shared space, is it not?” -vision

“he’s got you there” -steve

“you’re just ganging up on me because you’re all miserable and you want me to be miserable too. i’m going to drive one of tony’s expensive cars now, you can’t stop me” -you, storming out

you walked right back in

“what’d you forget?” -steve

“wallet, phone, keys” -you

tony noticed

“where is y/n going with my car?” -tony

“not sure, just out” -steve

“probably gonna forget their turn signal and crash into someone’s car” -tony

as far as missions went, though, you were a bit of a powerhouse so you didn’t really need to be looked after on that front…just had to make sure not to blow anyone else’s cover

“hey, what’s the codeword again?” -you

“check your wrist, kid” -nat

“oh, right…okay thanks” -you

“*gasp* was i supposed to give the signal? i just kinda went in” -you

“ok, who told y/n they could give the signal. speak up now” -tony

*clint loudly snickering over comms*

kinda forgetting what you’re talking about in the middle of sentences sometimes but like, just glitching out

“something smells like it’s burning” -you “my cookies…”

you forgot to set a timer

and forgot you were making cookies

the avengers honestly did find it endearing

just a hyper kid who cant get their thoughts in a solid line

but they’d continue making jabs at you constantly

“maybe wanda can fix your memory problems” -tony

“i will not” -wanda

“oh well nevermind then” -tony

honestly with all your forgetfulness, you worried as you dusted away if anyone would forget about you

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kenmakodz · 2 months

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CANDID LOVE ˙✧˖📷

07. i hate men (except you two) ☆

writing in-between cuts!

yuuta practically flies to where his friends are, feeling horrible after seeing maki's tweet. he really does make them wait forever sometimes. it's not his fault! he just.. looses track of time... all the time.

"ah, the man of the hour finally arrives." maki teases, sitting up from the bench her and toge were sitting on. out of all his breath, yuuta bends over with his hands on his knees. "yes. here i am, heaving, because you two rushed me." a laugh rises from the boy beside him, paired with a small push. "isn't being dramatic my thing?"

the three begin walking, and yuuta feels as if the whole time, maki's eyes are burning holes into his side. he tries to ignore it until he cant anymore- eventually curiosity (and anxiety) gets the best of him. "why are you staring so much?" he asks, and notices as soon as he turns his head to her, suddenly her eyes are fixated on the sidewalk in front of them instead. she sighs, "i'm just shocked you didn't invite y/n, i was kinda hoping you would ask if she could come." yuuta stays silent, utterly confused. was it wrong to not invite her? i mean, we all consider her a friend- but by the way maki worded her text, it seemed like she didn't want her to come..? toge chimes in, realizing yuuta doesn't know what to say next. "yeah, last night, her and nobara were conspiring on the phone about this for like.. hours. you were supposed to invite her, and we were supposed to leave you two alone after a while" now, yuuta is even MORE confused. but, at least he conveys it in words this time. "what? why? i would've invited her, but it seemed like you didn't want her to come!" toge turns around to maki, giving her the most intense 'i told you so' look he's ever given. she brushes him off with a click of her tongue, despite knowing he's right. the rest of maki's words resonate in yuuta's head, and he continues. "also- what do you mean leave us alone?" maki sighs again, and yuuta wishes he could ignore the feeling of guilt pooling inside of him. they had a whole plan, and he'd ruined it. even more so, he unknowingly left out the girl he'd wanted to be with the most. "we're trying to get you to confess having a crush on her already." she says, in a matter-of-fact manner. yuuta scoffs at this point, already feeling like he'd ruined the whole night. "i don't need you guys to conspire for me. if i ever decide to confess to her, i will. getting us alone won't help either-- i was alone with her last night and still had crippling anxiety." the two friends laugh, and practically shrug it off.

"...did i do the wrong thing by not inviting her?"

"yeah, but it's okay."

the facetime call clicks on, and immediately yuuji's voice chimes through. "y/n!!" you laugh, setting your phone up next to you in a way that your friends can see your face. the next person to join the call was nobara, and you can tell she's fresh out of the shower. her hair is wet, and her camera is slightly blurry- from steam, you assume. "what's up bitches! yuuji, are you setting up the server?" an affirmative hum comes from the other end of the line, indicating that he is. nobara's phone gets noticeably closer to her face, and you can only feel like she's examining you.

...of course she is. "y/n, are you alright?" you nod, and smile back at your phone. "i'm okay, nobara. it's really not that big of a deal. they're just going downtown, and like megumi said, they were all friends before i came here." you notice yuuji's face starts to soften from the focused one he had on beforehand, seemingly feeling bad for you, yet not saying anything. she sighs, and puts her phone down to rub a towel through her hair. her voice echoes a bit due to her being far away. "you know, though. last night, maki and i made this big plan for yuuta to invite you out with them. i have no idea what happened to it." before you can respond, the sound of megumi joining the call resonates throughout everyones phones. it gives you a split second to feel an uncertain feeling run through your stomach. "do you think.. she told him about it?" you think out loud at this point, knowing your friends would never judge how you feel. "she very well could have, and he could've hated the idea of it." nobara's head shakes aggressively, and water droplets fly all over the camera. "shit! no- no, y/n. no way she told him, he was supposed to do it on his own accord. i guess he fucked up, i'm sure maki has told him now though." you scoff, "how is that supposed to make me feel better though?! that just means he wasn't even thinking about it." a long groan comes from the other girl once again, and she picks up her phone- her whole face filling the screen. if you weren't upset, you'd be laughing at the sight. "if what i hear from maki is the truth, this guy is literally whipped for you. you have nothing to worry about, he's just an idiot." she puts her phone down again, and walks off to most likely put her towel away. the call goes silent, and to the other two boys, it's obvious you're thinking to yourself. her and maki talk about me and yuuta? well, i'd be surprised if they didn't, but they think he likes me back? there's no way in hell he does if he forgot about me. you put your head in your hands, and now it's your time to groan. except, instead of an annoyed one, it comes out as frustrated and lovesick. "i hate men." you mutter, words muffled by your palms. both yuuji and megumi chime in with a synchronized "hey!" which makes you laugh, pulling your head up. "except for you two."

after playing for what seems like a few hours, a disconnection sound turns everyone's attention back to their phones. "who the hell disconnected?" nobara asks, grabbing her phone at the same time as you. yuuji gasps and begins typing rapidly. "it was megumi!"

you and nobara give eachother a knowing look, before you realize there are unchecked notifications on your phone. "oh, guys- yuuta texted me." your voice seems soft, but not upset. nobara hums, "what did he say?" the sound of phones chiming over the call seems to be her answer, you'd sent a screenshot of it. "i don't think i'm going to answer him.. not right now."

fun facts -> yuuta paced around his room, wondering whether or not he should ask maki if y/n could come. her text seemed passive-aggressive, but he could've just been overthinking it. he ultimately decided against it (despite really wanting her to be there), because he didn't want to make his friends uncomfortable. toge knewwww yuuta would do this after maki sent her text, and tried to convince her to just invite y/n herself. but, being her stubborn self, she didn't. drats!! foiled again :/

-> i hope there isn't too much writing...... but anyways ! miscommunication <3

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stainedstardom · 1 year

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Hi Hi Cutiepie! <3

I was wondering if I could request for Ethan again?

So I was thinking of jealous and possessive Ethan, where he and the reader broke up because of something dumb and now after a while, he sees the reader with another person and sees the reader laughing at the other person's jokes and the other person may be having their arm on the reader's shoulder and he get jealous and possessive because he still loves them?

(Ps. I'm a try to come up with something for the other characters as well, my brain is just full of Ethan atm)

(Also I'm sending hugs to you 🫂)

i love

EXES

ethan landry x reader!!

"youre staring" chad told ethan but the boy didn't care, his eyes stayed on you and the boy who had his arm around you.

"ethan come on, you two broke up, move on" chad stated and ethan turned to him with a rather aggressive look in his eyes and chad nodded. he knew this wasn't something to be discussed.

"i cant, shes everywhere. i need her back man" ethan stated and chad nodded.

"well then go get your girl back dude" chad said before he walked away and ethan continued to stare at you. when you broke up, it was over something stupid. something that could've been resolved if he admitted that he was sorry and he didn't mean it but he couldn't even do that. he couldn't even say he didn't mean it and that hurt you more then anything.

"okay i got this" he hyped himself up before he walked over to you and you looked at him

"ethan" you said breathlessly

"hey, can we talk?" he asked

"y/n is this guy bothering you?" the boy asked and you turned to him and laughed. he couldn't be serious right now, sure he was funny and made you laugh but he couldn't step to ethan, he couldn't replace him, no one could replace him and everyone knew that.

"back off" ethan told the boy with a glare in his eye and the boy laughed

"shouldnt i be the one saying that to you? y/n arent you two exes?" he asked and you nodded

"yeah but it doesnt matter. ethan come on" you said and you wrapped your hand around his wrist as you led him away from the man and outside. you hoped up on the ledge and he stood in between your legs due to instinct

"talk to me" you told him and he nodded

"i was wrong, i dont know why I couldn't say it then but it was hard. I'm sorry, the break up was my fault and it was stupid. i should've listened, I know I was wrong" he stated and you smiled

"thank you for admitting it, i forgave you a while ago though e" you told him and he smiled

"so we're good?" he questioned

"we've been good" you exclaimed and he leaned up as he kissed you softly in fear that you would push him away but you pulled him closer and kissed him back.

you could say that you weren't exes anymore

A/N: jealous ethan 🤭

#jack champion x you #jack champion x y/n #jack champion x reader #jack champion #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry smut

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bordysbae · 1 year

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the lack of jack requests is astounding!! could you please do “i need you right now” with him? fluff, angst, whole new genre, truly not picky i just love him— also love your writing!!

“bad day”

jack hughes x reader

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as you start to doze off while watching a movie on the couch, you hear the door open and a pair of keys fall into the glass bowl. you know jacks home from work but you just cant wake yourself up to greet him. you then hear the sound of a bag thump as it hits the floor and immediately jump awake. "oh sorry babe, i didn't mean to scare you" he says softly, as he walks over to the side of the couch and gives you a kiss on the top of your head. "it's alright" you smile while rubbing your eyes. "shit i'm sorry! did i wake you up?" "yeah but it's okay don't worry. how was practice?" you ask. he starts walking into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water. "horrible" he says slightly louder so you can still hear him.

"what why?" you ask, scooting so that there's room for jack to come and sit down. he walks in with a glass of water and sits next to you. as he sits down he lets out a loud sigh and you can tell somethings up. “what’s wrong jack, tell me.” "we're doing horribly, it just feels like some of the guys are barely putting in any effort and we have a game in two days. i just feel unprepared, and literally my whole body hurts from practice" he sighs again, but more quietly this time. “is there anything i can do to help you?” “anything. i just need you right now.” "oh baby come here" you say as you sit up right crossing your legs on top of each other like a child. jack sits up as well and he turns facing the front door, and you begin rubbing his neck, back, and shoulders.

he immediately begins relaxing and you can feel the tension in his muscles loosening. "you are genuinely the best thing to ever happen to me" he says softly. "oh shut up" you chuckle as you kiss the back of his head and continue rubbing his back. "how's nico feeling? does he feel unprepared as well?" you ask him. "yeah, he was the first person i talked to about this whole situation. he said that tomorrow he's gonna start confronting the guys who are slacking off. we really need to win our next game" he says while sipping his water. "let me make you some tea so you can relax, and maybe we can finish this movie i fell asleep to" you say getting up and walking over to the kitchen.

you begin to heat up the water and you look around the kitchen corner to see jacks eyes shut. you turn off the stove and leave the kettle full of water in the kitchen. you quietly walk over to jack and gently poke him, "jack why don't we go to bed, you're already falling asleep and i haven't even been gone for 3 minutes" you chuckle. "ughhh” he groans and slowly gets up from the couch. you guys walk into the bedroom and jack immediately lays down on the bed, while you go into the connected bathroom to start getting ready. as you're brushing your teeth you see jack walk into the bathroom, and he wraps his arms around your waist from behind, as well as lays his head on top of yours. “hi” he says sleepily. “hi sleepy boy” you smile at him through the mirror as he very gently kisses your hair. once you both finish up in the bathroom you climb into the cold bed, not knowing just how cold the sheets are. "jesus christ the sheets are freezing!" you exclaim, quickly curling up into a ball. "well i have a solution to that.” jack says as he pulls you under his arm and into his bare chest. "any warmer?" he asks you. "very much so" you smile and shut your eyes, letting yourself fall into a calm sleep.

#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes imagine #hockey blurb #hockey imagine #nj devils

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i-cant-sing · 1 year

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Everyone asking about the Royal Gay au meanwhile I'm just gremlining in the corner waiting for anything related to Re8:TRP bc I don wanna ask about it and potentially annoy you

Hmm, okay I've got a particular scenario in my mind:

Okay, imagine post re8, when Ethan forgot about saving reader, died, then came back to life with realisation that he forgot about you, so he "saves" you but you're too pissed at him (rightfully) and tell him that as soon you get out of the village, you're moving out because you can't be around him and Mia since Rose will always be a priority for them and you can't risk losing more of your sanity and self respect.

To which Ethan says "Oh... request denied😃" and then proceeds to kidnap you and take you home, where Mia has started to realise how important you are to the smooth functioning of this dysfunctional family and agrees with Ethan about keeping you locked up in your room.

They both think that you're just acting this way because you're "a little jealous" of the attention they've been giving to Rose. And you're being "totally unreasonable" because Rose is a baby, she needs them more than you do.

It never even occurs to them that you hate them because of all the abuse they've subjected you to all these years.

They don't understand why you're being so rebellious right now? Throwing away the food they cook for you, refusing to eat anything, screaming at them to let you go, trying to break the chains around your feet.

When will this "phase" of yours end?

Mia thinks it'd be rather better if they gave you silent treatment and ignored you and your basic human needs- yeah, that'll teach you to not bite the hand that feeds you.

Ethan on the other hand, doesn't agree with that (mostly because he's incapable of ignoring you now that he's become a yandere). He thinks you just need to remember all the good times. So he goes to the store to look through some very old boxes to find your old journals. He remembers seeing you writing in them as a kid, and if memory serves him right, you still used to write in them.

Pulling out the dusty old box with your name on it, he picked out a journal and began flipping through them.

Hours later, Mia entered the house, only to find Ethan in the store room, absolutely bawling his eyes out.

"Ethan? Hun? What's wrong? Is Rose okay?" Mia asked, immeadiately crouching down to hold him.

Ethan just hugged hia wife, crying into her shoulder. "S-she hates us, Mia."

"What?"

"She hates us! Y/n hates us!" Ethan cried out, pointing at all the journals. Picking one up, Mia began reading them.

I hate mom. I hate her. I hate her. I hate her. I hate her-

The words continued for several pages, before moving onto Ethan.

Dad- I never thought I'd hate him, but I hate him even more than mom. How could he- how could he ignore my croes for help? Am I that unimportant to them? Or just unlovable?

I hate dad, I hate him so much.

I wish he was dead. Wish they were both dead.

Mia's mouth fell open, completely in disbelief that you would say something like that. And more than one time. In fact, several of your notebooks were just filled with words of hatred for your parents.

Ethan went out for a walk, telling Mia he just cant be around all of this right now, asking her to get rid of all the journals for him. Mia just nods, her mind somewhere else.

While Ethan is taking a walk in the park, wondering how to change your mind about him and Mia, his wife has decided to take a different strategy to make you regret those words.

Currently, your head is being held under water as Mia flushed the toilet bowl once again.

You gasped for her air as she yanked your head up again. "You un-fucking-grateful brat! How fucking dare you wish death upon your own parents?! I'm gonna make you wish you were dead-!" She screamed as she pushed your head back in the water.

"MIA!" Ethan yelled, pulling his wife off you, as you came up, coughing up the water that got in your lungs. "What the fuck?!"

You're wrapped up in a towel, sitting in your room, a chain still around your foot, as you hear Ethan and Mia arguing downstairs.

Arguing over their "parental strategies" for you.

Arguing over you.

You smiled a little. You never imagined they'd ever take the time to argue or even talk about you.

And all it took was your sanity.

I just know this how they be arguing:

Mia: What the hell, Ethan?! You said you wanted to try the "good cop. Bad cop."thing!

Ethan:

Mia:

Ethan:

Mia:

Ethan: YEAH! "GOOD COP- BAD COP" NOT "GOOD COP-HOMICIDAL COP" MIA!

Mia, voice breaking because no.1 manipulator: wow, I can't believe you're saying I'm the "bad cop". Is that what you think of me?

#yandere ethan winters #yandere mia winters #yandere re8 #re8 x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil village #resident evil #resident evil 8 #yandere lady dimitrescu #yandere lady alcina

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mikalame · 8 months

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hi, I was wondering if you could write some Bill x reader angst please, where Bill gets jealous bc of the reader's "fan service" towards fanboys ( for example she flirts with them (as a joke ofc), winks at them on stage...) and one day they just have a big fight bc of that, also the reader is a girl and a member of the band. Bye ;)

This is My first angst, i dont think ill make a Pt2 to this as i kinda like were i finished it tell me what you think about it mabey ill do more angst who knows 🤫

Bills a little toxic in this, but they arent really good for eachother, just pretend the band wont break up or anything ahaha.

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"Did you really have to wink at them again" Bill scoffs as he chucks his bag down on the floor walking into the hotel room.

You guys were bombarded when you got off the plane, which is to be expected as a rock star with a world wide fan base, having fans in every country in itself is good but not when your fans are a bit touchy and you have a bit of a playful personality.....expectantly when your boyfriend is a tad bit of a jealous person.

"Really Bill we just got here and you're already picking a fight, can't we just relax after a 13 hour flight, huh?" you question, getting sick of bills arguments you try and assure him that hes all you need but he cant seem to get it in his head, making you feel like your practically cheating on him when you arent your just being friendly, at least in your mind you are.

"Well you seem pretty energetic when that guy came up and hugged you, real tight" Bill looked away, his eyebrows pinched thinking over the airport insident.

"Bill really, i was JUST hugging him like i dont everybody, he wasnt special hes just a fan, a NICE fan who asked for a hug" You retort rolling your eyes, shoving your suit case under the bed not bothering to pack it away yet.

"Whats wrong Bill, huh, you seem so uptight about this whole thing, do you still think im gonna leave you, Bill, im YOUR girlfriend not anybody else and you may think that i would but i wont and i never will" You argue, completely over Bill and his jealousy.

"No because i know you would all the flirting you do when fans come up to you in party's you grab their arms and laugh at all their jokes, their not even funny half the time but you still laugh like its the funniest thing in the world, you BARELY EVER laugh at my jokes huh, am i not funny or something"

Bill continues to rant letting all of it off his chest, you felt your anger rise getting annoyed that bills painting you as some sort of villain that would cheat on him any chance she got.

"Yeah Bill i laught at their jokes because its NICE-"

"So is it a chore or something to laugh at my jokes" He cuts you off rolling his eyes walking over to the couch sitting down with a huff.

"No Bill and you know thats not true, its different, we're their IDOLS they look up to us, we're CELERITYS, im gonna laugh at whatever stupid joke they make to make THEM happy, to make THEM feel great that they made THEIR IDOL smile and laugh, its not that i dont find you funny bill because u dont your a funny person its just i dont see you or anyone in the band as a celebrity i just see you guys as normal people-".

"Oh so im not even named your boyfriend anymore im just a 'normal person' that babe feel REAL nice right now" He scoffs again flicking through the channels on the t.v.

"OMG BILL YOUR BEING SO DIFFICULT RIGHT NOW" you yell, frustrated about how hes acting right now, he does this all the time bringing this argument up again then leaving the argument when you starts to become frustrated.

"I cant do this bill" You sigh slumping down onto the hotel bed, Bill looks over raising his eyebrow he had never heard you give up in an argument your always fighting to prove that your right.

but as both of your emotions are high right now one of you are bound to say something your gonna regret, just like bill did.

"Oh yeah what to much for you?, you just gonna give up on this realtionship, not even gonna try and fix it, just gonna up and leave" he scoffs standing up, looking at you down his nose not thinking your actully going to do what he thought you would.....

but you did

"Bill were not good for each other, your to jealous and cant handle that im maybe am a bit to sweet to our fans but i cant help it a-and i know you cant handle it either, s-so i think this is where this relationship should end- this is for the best for both of us i think... and for the band you know" you say shakily standing up walking slowly to your bed that has the suitcase under it.

"W-wait baby y-your joking right, i didn't mean it, i'll get over it I SWEAR" he begs tears flowing down his cheeks his eyeliner and mascara running with the tears.

"No Bill you wont, this relationship wont work, it's toxic for me and you, this- this is for the best i think" You say sighing as you pull your bag up opening the handle up and holding onto it.

You listen to bill sobs as he tries to bargen with you, to make you stay, his promises of how he wont be jealous and he'll do better, words that fell on deaf ears as you have already made up your mind, knowing even in your mind blurry with emotions that this would be the best for both Bill and You.

#tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #bill kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel imagine

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ourtearsofrain · 10 months

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Feel Good (D.R.W)

Summary: You help your boyfriend release some energy after a long day.

Pairings: Danny Wagner x reader

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: cussing, smut (18+ minors DNI), oral (M receiving), M!sub

A/N: Could not get the image of Danny looking like this as you suck him off out of my head so I had to write something. Also, please read the smut psa section in my masterlist post!

As your boyfriend smashed out his last drum solo of the night on the stage far in front of you, signaling the end of Highway Tune, lights began flashing as his brothers added to the cacophony of sound by playing random notes on their bass and guitar, the crowd erupting into a roar of cheers. With one final “Thank you everyone, and goodnight!” from Josh, the lights cut from a fiery red to a deep blue, and the four men waved their goodbyes as they set their instruments down and walked off stage. As soon as the stage was clear, the arena’s overhead lights came flickering back on, basking the crowd in bright white light as people shuffled their way towards the exits. You held back, figuring you were in no rush and the security would give you less trouble as you made your way backstage after the swarms of dedicated fans asking for copies of the set list had died down.

After 10 minutes, you figured enough people had left and began your decent to the floor, beginning to regret your decision to sit in the nosebleeds directly across from the stage as you attempted to step around the pools of spilled beer splashed across the stairs. Danny had offered you a spot at barricade, front and center directly in front of him, or off to the side of the stage in the wing, but you had declined both offers. You didn’t want to spend not only the entire opening act as well as the show, but also an hour before the show started, cramped in between screaming fans that had camped out the night before to get those spots, or chance being in people’s videos and pictures as you watched from the wing.

You made your way across the arena floor towards the barricade and show your backstage pass to a security guard standing by the gate; he takes it and lets you pass after thoroughly examining it for longer than you thought necessary. You make your way through the twists and turns of the corridors, attempting to remember where the dressing rooms were, eventually giving up and asking a stagehand to point you in the right direction. After thanking her profusely, you make your way towards where you hoped she had said they were.

Too lost in thought attempting to remember the exact instructions given to you, you suddenly run head first into Sam as he exits his dressing room in a hurry. “Shit, I am so sorry.” He starts, not realizing who he ran into. “Oh, it’s you.”

“Wow don’t sound excited or anything, good to see you too Sammy. Great show tonight.”

“Sorry, I don’t mean to sound disappointed that its you or anything.” Pressing his fingertips into his forehead firmly, he squeezes his eyes shut and sighs. Opening them again he continues, “And thanks, although your boyfriend seems to think otherwise. He’s being a real piece of work right now so just tread lightly. You looking for him?”

“Yeah, I am actually. Could you point me in the right direction? I cant seem to find my way around this place at all tonight. And wait, what do you mean? What’s wrong with Danny?”

“I think he tried a new brand of drumsticks for tonight’s show and they kept breaking, something about them being ‘Cheap pieces of shit’. I don’t know, he was pretty fed up after his third pair snapped at the very end of Highway Tune.” He begins walking away from you backwards, towards where you thought the performer’s entrance must be. “Anyways, I’m too tired right now to try and talk to him more so, and I mean this with all the love in my heart, he’s your problem now. His dressing room is 2 doors back, good luck.”

You throw a weak smile in his direction as he continues backpedaling. “Thanks Sammy, goodnight.”

“Night kid.” And with that, he turns around and disappears down the corridor.

Walking over to the door Sam had said belonged to Danny, you take a deep breath, attempting to release all the tension from your body before bringing your fist up to the wood and knocking three times. “Who is it?” You hear your boyfriend’s voice snap, although muffled by the barrier between the two of you you noticed he sounded strained and angry.

“Just me love, can I come in?” You ask softly, hoping your calm responses and tone will help deescalate your boyfriend’s mood, or at least not further frustrate him.

“It’s unlocked.” He replies, and you try the handle, slowly opening the door to find Danny standing in front of the dressing room’s vanity, still shirtless after the show and bent at the waist to look in the mirror, aggressively scrubbing at his eyes with a makeup wipe.

“Hey hey hey love slow down, you’re going to rub your skin raw.” You say as you close the door behind yourself and briskly make your way over to him, grabbing his hand to stop his attack at the smudged makeup surrounding his eyes. “Let me help you, sit down please.” As he follows your instructions, taking a seat in a chair closest to the vanity, you grab a new wipe, leaning down and cupping the side of his face with one hand as you begin to gently take his ruined eyeshadow off.

Closing both of his eyes, he lets out a long sigh, and you can see his body relax under your touch. After a few quiet minutes, he says, “Thank you.”, voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course, love." You discard the used wipe and grab a new one to begin on the other eye. "I ran into Sam in the hall, he told me about the drumsticks. I’m sorry they were frustrating tonight, is there anything else bothering you, or was it just that?”

He takes a sharp breath in, irritation painting his features as he recalls the events of that day. “It was that and its just been a long day. The twins have been bickering all day over the smallest things, and I think Sam has been instigating for entertainment. Either that, or he can’t read a fucking room. I’m running on like 5 hours of interrupted sleep, so I guess I have been more easily agitated. Like I said, it’s just been a long, frustrating day.” He opens his eyes after you finish wiping the last of his makeup off, tossing the stained wipe into a nearby trash can and taking a seat in his lap, straddling him. You place your hands on his shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze as he brings his hands up to your hips. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to complain about everything today. Really, I’m alright now.”

“It’s alright, I don’t mind listening, and I appreciate you telling me what’s bothering you. Is there anything I can do to help?”

He sighs, letting his forehead fall forward to your shoulder. “No, I don’t think so. Venting helped, like I said I’m alright now. Just want to get back to the hotel and take a hot shower.”

You move one hand to the back of his head, and begin lightly smoothing your hand over his hair, playing with some of his curls. “Alright, then let’s get your things and head back to the hotel. You can take a nice hot shower, and then we can curl up together and pass out. How does that sound love?”

“M’not tired.” He mumbles into your shoulder. Pulling away, he looks at you with a slightly defeated expression. “You’d think I would be after getting shitty sleep and having a long day but, as much as I want to, I don’t know if I would be able to sleep any time soon. I don’t know, I feel like I still have so much pent-up energy left over, I need to do something to get it out.”

As you look down at your boyfriend beneath you, you remember how you felt tonight whenever the screens on either side of the stage showed him; how the light caught his sweat-soaked skin, how his arms looked as he played, how his tongue poked out from behind his teeth whenever he was caught up in the music, and how he threw his head back, mouth open as if an unheard moan was escaping him, as he pounded out the finale. A mischievous smile crosses your face as you bring your hand at the back of his head back down to his shoulder and continuing its decent, joined by your other hand as you slowly run them down his pecs and out to his sides. They come to a stop on his hips, just above his belt. You lean forward until your lips are centimeters away from his. “I think I know how we can fix that.” you whisper, lips brushing his.

“Oh? And what-“ he starts, before you cut him off with a searing kiss. As the kiss becomes more desperate, his hands grip your hips and you grind your hips down onto him, causing his mouth to fall open slightly as he lets out a quiet moan. You draw back, letting your eyes roam over him, from his flushed cheeks and blown out pupils, down his chest, and eventually landing on the area of his metallic pants just below his belt buckle that's becoming more and more strained by the second. You bring your gaze back up to meet his, as he looks at you with a needy want painted across his face.

He clears his throat, attempting to clear his head as well. “How about we… uh how about we head back to the hotel now and… and continue this there?” he breathily stutters out.

You lean forward once more, catching his lips with your own quickly. Keeping your face mere inches from his own, you reply, “Sounds like a plan.”, voice laced with desire. You stand up and begin collecting his belongings scattered around the room, finding a sweater and tossing it towards him, still seated in the chair. “Well?” you ask expectantly, “Are we leaving or not?”

He zones back in, having been lost in his thoughts of what you could possibly have in store for him, and frantically pulls the sweater on, getting up from the chair and making his way to the door with you by his side. “You sure you don’t want to change into sweats or something?” you question, letting out a small laugh of amusement from how eager he was to leave the arena.

“Nope, I’m alright.” He insists, despite his failed attempt at discreetly loosening his pants by pulling down on the fabric at his crotch.

“Alright,” you shrug, “Your choice.” He holds the door open for you and as you pass him you lean in, whispering, “Doesn’t matter much anyways; they’ll be coming off sooner or later.”, continuing out the door and towards the hallway you had seen Sam go down earlier.

“You coming love?” Looking back you see Danny still standing in the doorway, face flushed and lips slightly parted. He snaps his attention back to you and nearly slams the door, quickly making his way to your side, slotting his hand into yours as you exit the arena.

The second the door to your room closed and both of your shoes are kicked to the side, your hands are planted firmly on his chest, shoving him against the nearest wall. He lets out a surprised gasp before you connect your lips with his, one of his hands coming up to tangle in your hair and the other on your lower back, pressing you flush against his front. You playfully bite down on his lower lip and feel his hardening dick twitch as he lets out a groan. Your hands roam downwards to the hem of his sweater, and your lips leave his long enough for you to pull it off his arms and over his head. He replaces his hands on you as you begin nipping at the sensitive skin on his neck, eliciting a soft sigh as Danny leans his head back until it hits the wall behind him.

You start to trail your lips down his neck, over his collarbone, between his pecs, and down the center of his abdomen, stopping yourself on your knees at the base of his happy trail, just above where he needs you most. With his chest already rising and falling rapidly with shallow anticipatory breaths, you slowly run your hand from where it rested just above his knee upwards along the top of his thigh. It comes to a stop on his dick, and you run your hand back and forth over it, squeezing gently. His moan is followed by a breathy “Please...”. You stand and bring your lips to the shell of his ear, relishing in his small shiver from your breath on his skin.

“Please what?”

“You…” he pants, “You know what. Stop teasing.” You turn away from him, beginning to walk across the room, leaving him whining at the loss of contact. He grabs your wrist, stopping you about a foot away from the bottom of the bed. “No, wait!” he sighs. “Please… please make me feel good, love.”

You turn, giving him a wolfish grin. “Now, was that so hard?” Pulling him towards you, you turn the two of you and lightly push him towards the bed, causing the back of his knees to hit the base of it. You move your hand to his cheek, holding the sharp edge of his jaw and bring his face towards yours, keeping your eyes locked on his blown-out pupils. “Don’t worry baby, I’m going to make you feel so good.” you whisper before shoving him backwards onto the bed.

He lands on his back and slowly moves up until his head is resting against the headboard as he’s propped up on his elbows, one leg bent at the knee. You gradually make your way up the bed on your hands and knees, coming to a stop between his legs as you begin another attack on his lower abdomen, lightly sinking your teeth into the soft flesh there before soothing the sting with soft kisses. His fists grip the sheets as you pull your mouth away and leisurely undo his belt buckle, undoing the button of his pants and drawing the zipper down. You maintain eye contact with him as your hands find his waistband and hook your fingers under the hem of both his boxers and pants, taking your time pulling them down his legs as his cock springs free of its constraints. Once free of his clothes, you grip his thigh with one hand and take him in your hand with the other, causing him to gasp at the contact. You look him in the eyes as you lick a stripe up the underside of him from base to tip, swirling your tongue over his already leaking head. You finally wrap your lips around him, sinking down and taking him all the way despite your gag reflex screaming at you to stop.

“Oh my fucking god.” he moans, squeezing his eyes shut and letting his head fall back. You pull yourself off him completely, causing him to open his eyes in surprise and groan in protest.

“I want your eyes on me until you’re cumming down my throat, got it? You’re not getting shit if I don’t see you watching how good I’m taking you.” You wait for a response, cocking an eyebrow when you don’t get one. “I said, got it?”

“Yes. I got it, I won’t look away I promise. Please keep going.” His whine turns into a loud moan as you sink back down onto him, his cock hitting the back of your throat. You bring your head back up, your hand pumping his base as you hollow your lips around his head, bobbing up and down. He struggles to keep his eyes on you, but keeps his promise as you continue fervently sucking him off, his knuckles turning white as he fists the sheets below him. “Fuck baby, that feels so good.” he gasps as you let out a hum of satisfaction. “Just like that, oh fuck I’m so close.”

You moan at his words, the vibrations sending him over the edge as he screws his eyes shut, his back arching off the bed as his head loudly hits the headboard and he lets out a string of moans and curse words, and you feel his hot release coat the back of your throat. His arms give out and he collapses fully onto his back, panting heavily as you pull off of him, cleaning any remaining cum off him with your tongue.

You move up the bed until you are laying on your side next to him and gently brush a stray strand of hair behind his ear, cradling his cheek with your hand and turning his face towards yours as you place a gentle kiss on his forehead. “How about we go take a shower and get you better cleaned up, love?”

He opens his eyes, squinting at you in blissed-out confusion. “What about you? You took care of me, now it’s your turn to feel good.” he half-whines.

“Tonight was about making you feel good, baby. You’ve had a long day, you need rest. We can cuddle up and fall asleep right after we shower; I’ll be alright tonight, I promise I don’t need anything right now.”

“Fine…” he grumbles. “But I’m gonna repay the favor sometime soon.”

You laugh, “Sounds like a deal.”, gently kissing him before getting off the bed and pulling him to the edge, leaving him sitting there as you strip your own clothes off. Once undressed, he wraps his arms around your abdomen, pulling you in between his legs as he peppers your stomach with soft kisses. You let him, placing your hands in his hair and playing with his curls for a few moments. “Alright, c’mon. Let’s go.” you say as you grab his hands and unwrap him from yourself before tugging him to a stand. You let go of one hand as you make your way towards the bathroom, pulling him along behind you.

You shower in comfortable silence, finally finishing 30 minutes later after frequently interrupting your routines with short, lazy make-out sessions. You dry off and change into your PJ’s, him in nothing but a pair of loose sweatpants, and you in light shorts and one of his T shirts, and complete your nighttime routines side by side. Once finished, Danny crawls into the bed, holding the sheet up for you as you crawl in next to him. He wraps his arms around you, drawing you into his chest in a bear hug and you bring your hands up to rest on his chest, forehead against his collarbone as you tangle your legs together.

You’re the first to break the silence; “Love you.” you say, voice barely above a whisper as your breath fans across his chest.

The last thing you hear before drifting off into a warm, deep sleep is his sleepy response of, “Love you too.”

#fic #greta van fleet #greta van fleet fan fiction #gvf fic #daniel gvf #greta van fluff #greta van smut #gvf smut #danny wagner x reader #smut

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mins-fins · 7 months

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HAUNTED (L.DH)

SUMMARY . . . it's difficult to.. grasp it, in a way, yeah, donghyuck is psychically there, but he doesn't remember anything, like his mind has been wiped clean. in the end, he's just a walking blank slate.

PAIRING . . . lee donghyuck x male!reader

GENRE . . . angst, somewhat fluffy

WARNINGS . . . passing mentions of car accidents, post-traumatic amnesia

WORD COUNT . . . 0.9k

NOTES . . . im going to admit, not my best work, i made this SUPER PRETTY HEADER and the writing cant even compare its so……… *sighs* mediocre 🙁, anyway i love haechan sorry if this doesn't live up to expectations

"do you know who i am?"

it's the same response as always, donghyuck's eyebrows knit together and he pauses whatever he's doing for a moment, staring at y/n like he's a complete stranger that he's never met anymore. y/n has to admit, it really feels like his heart is being ripped out of his body every time he asks this question and he gets this response.

"your.." donghyuck pauses once again, his mind going blank. y/n knows this is the result of the accident, that his condition will probably get better with time, but does it remove the pain of him not knowing him? no. "y/n, my boyfriend, my partner".

y/n blinks, staring at the male right in front of him. he tries his best not to cry. he doesn't sound sure of himself, he sounds like he's trying to convince himself that that was the right answer. donghyuck continues staring, his eyes holding nothing, just emptiness that y/n can identify.

he clears his throat, shaking his head. it's too early in the morning to get emotional like this. "yeah that's.. right, sorry, i—"

"i hope i didn't say anything wrong" donghyuck says, biting his inner cheek. "your not upset, are you?" he asks, his voice lowering to an astonishing way honestly, it makes y/n want to cry even more.

"no no, you didn't i'm just.. i thought about something sad that's all" he doesn't look convinced, which y/n finds ironic considering his current condition.

"oh i'm sorry".

it's difficult, living with someone who once remembered every single little thing about you, now not even remembering your facial features, or your favorite color, or your hobbies, or what your coffee order is. y/n didn't expect for him to live when it came to the accident, it would've hurt having to go to a funeral for someone he loves so dearly; but it also hurts knowing that because of the trauma from accident, everything is just.. a blur now.

it hurts, having to clarify who he is every few minutes because he doesn't remember, and it hurts even more because it's like living with a blank piece of paper. yeah maybe he's psychically there in a sense, but he's just.. there, he doesn't remember anything much, and when he does talk first, which is unlikely, all he talks about is stuff that's barely important.

when y/n does bring up stuff they did in the past, or shows him the pictures they used to take on their polaroid cameras together, all donghyuck can do is just stare, because he so badly wants to remember it, he wants for his memory to desperately come back and for everything to go back to how it was before he decided to get into that car on that saturday morning.

but it just can't.

life just isn't fair, and no matter how much y/n tries to act like it'll all be okay, it won't. it won't ever be okay, he can try to ignore it, he can try to act like he's doing well, dealing with it well, but.. he isn't, everyone can see through his stupid facade.

"you look very pretty in these pictures" donghyuck randomly comments, looking through the polaroids spread around the table. pictures the two of them had taken together with.. his camera. he gives y/n a small smile, focusing back on the pictures.

"yeah, you took them" he replied simply, and donghyuck blinks, he doesn't remember that, of course he doesn't, y/n can envision the words that are about to leave his mouth.

"i don't—"

"remember.. i know" y/n cuts, donghyuck looks sad for a moment, casting his eyes away from his partner. "hey it's okay" he runs a hand up and down his back. "i'm not upset, it isn't your fault".

donghyuck blinks, he wonders what it'd be like if he just.. did remember, he'd save y/n so much pain and despair if he could just remember. does the universe hate him so much that he's causing pain to the one person who loves him the most? why can't he just remember everything? he wishes y/n could be happy, because even with the smiles he showcases to donghyuck, he's not really happy.

it bothers him, like an itch, but no matter how much he tries, his mind can't conjure up anything, whenever he thinks he's about to get it, it's like his mind resets, and every memory he's ever had has ceased to exist.

it keeps him up at night, and he doesn't even know why, because usually he just.. sleeps, he usually never tosses and turns, he usually never zones out staring at the ceiling, he usually sleeps just like that.

but he can't help but think he's at fault..

he can't control other people's actions, he can't, but it just makes him feel so disappointed knowing that the reason y/n doesn't have peace.

donghyuck rolls over, staring at y/n's sleeping face, he looks peaceful, and it makes a smile come to his face. his mind always goes a little hazy when he thinks of y/n, and he knows that it makes y/n's mood go down.

he doesn't know why, but he reaches over and lightly brushes y/n's hair out of his face. he blinks, just staring at him. he stays asleep, only lightly shifting. in his unconsciousnesses, he reaches over and grabs donghyuck's hand, holding it.

donghyuck is a little taken aback, he looks down, staring at the sight. y/n's hand is warm, it feels nice.

he lightly smiles again.

he doesn't really remember much, but y/n's still by his side.

for now, he'll just live in the moment.

#lee donghyuck #haechan #lee haechan #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct drabbles #haechan imagines #haechan scenarios #haechan drabbles #lee donghyuck x reader #nct x reader #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

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usuibu · 8 months

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hiii i was wondering if i could request without a prompt from the prompt list? if so, can i request eren with an s/o where s/o and eren have just recently married and adopted a kitten, then one day said kitten keeps getting clingy with y/n just to find the reason why is bcs there's a little bun in the oven surprise and then y/n surprises eren with a testpack (and the kitten gets involved with the surprise somehow). really sorryyy if this was weird but I rarely see dad eren stories nowadays LMAO

Tysm for requesting!! Ofc u can put anything even just thoughts in my submissions, the prompt lists are just there if u need help thinking!

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People always tend to say that marriage was a big step, a big change. So you don’t know if its just because Eren’s Eren, but nothing really seemed to change with you and him after getting married.

You’d both already settled into your home and wrestled over which room decor you liked more and so things were nice, nice enough that you both decided you wanted to get a cat. It gave you the opportunity to see how far erens responsibility could stretch (which wasn’t too far from what you’ve seen😭) but anyways you guys had your kitten.

It always gravitated towards you, unfortunate for eren who refused to admit how much he truly liked the kitten. You would constantly catch him playing with the kitten way too rough for its size and you’d scold eren for not taking care of it properly etc how hes ‘a terrible father’ to the kitten 😭

Eren whistled rhythmically in a failing attempt to steal the kittens attention as it was once again, all over you. Disturbing whatever you were up to while eren tried to pick it up and place it nearer to him.. only for it to go crawling back to. He frowned like a pissed little kid and was about to verbalise his complaints until he got interrupted by you’re own complaints. Not about the kitten though.

“My head hurts so bad” you groan, hands flying to your temples, “do you feel sick?” eren replies, attention slowly leaving the kitten nestling in your lap.

“Yeah kind of, I think the breakfast you made me was that bad I’m gonna throw it up”

“Fuck you” Eren says, annoyed that he was ever concerned about your wellbeing (hes just kidding guys hes a silly billy this is a hee hee ha ha funny happy family i swear)

You snicker at Erens eye roll, “But really though I don’t know why I feel so nauseous”,

“Well maybe your allergic to the kitten?” Eren suggests in such a genuine tone that it was humorous.

“Eren,” you sigh, “you make it so hard not to bully you, you cant get mad at me” you’re disappointing sigh turns into another playful giggle as Eren starts frowning while you explain to him how cat allergies are more sneezing rather than nausea, and how you’ve had the kitten for long enough that you would most definitely not be allergic😭

“Yeah yeah fuck off the kitten doesn’t even like you” he says deflecting how he was wrong as it continues to roll around on your lap. “Take some medicine or whatever”, as always he still cares.

You open your cabinet in the toilet reaching for the painkillers, your hand stops as you notice the purple box next to it. You only had it really ‘just in case’ but in all fairness.. you were late. Your brain forced your hand to take the pregnancy test box because it would be harmless and would ease your worry and speculations.

Eren wasn’t home right now so it was safe enough for you to anxiously wait on your bed, staring at the test in the packet. Your glare getting interrupted as your alarm goes off alerting you that you can now check. It was positive, your second test was aswell, then the third one you rushed to buy at the store was also positive😭

This wasn't bad news at all, simply new.

You'd constantly joke about erens immaturity and lack of responsibility although you'd known him well enough to see that in the right moments, he truly is a highly capable man who would do great as a father, it grew on you as the minutes passed, the thought of starting a family with him didn't seem so bad even though you and eren weren't exactly aiming to get pregnant in the moment you did😭

You searched in your head for a way to break the news to him and you figured it would be fun to include the other member of the family, your kitten🤷‍♀️

"Im home" you hear ur husband shout as the front door shuts. "Hi Eren!!" you shout back, purposely in another room,

"can u feed the kitten really quick? I forgot to a while ago its probably hungry by now!"

"Wow and you call me a bad father" eren mutters, "I heard you." You reply blankly as he grins amused.

The kitten walks eagerly overtaking eren walking towards its little food station set aside by the kitchen counter. He notices one of the has evidently less full than the others so he decides to take that one to finish up in the kittens bowl.

You watch behind him eagerly but quietly lingering sheepishly around the counter, he tips the bag upside down as only a plain box falls out of it. "..what" he mumbles in confusion, he opens it to see the test inside but doesn't immediately react, nor move.

"Are you pregnant?!" he exclaims..

Facing the kitten and still not looking back to you, "Fuck off eren" you say smiling, yeah he heard you behind him.

He finally turns to you as you walk towards him, he has a fat grin on his face as he opens his arms rushing toward you before you can and hugs you so tight your feet lift off the floor and you feel like you're suffocating, you'll let it slide this time.

He finally settles you down in front of the counter, loosening his grip as he moves his hands to cradle your head, frantically planting kisses on your forehead to your cheeks to you nose to your lips. He can't contain his dashing grin and neither can you

"Can I name it?" Eren says with a boyish grin you know you cant trust,

"absolutely not" you say monotonously.

He frowns again, still tangling you in his arms against the counter as he runs one of his thumbs across your cheek, the other cradling your lower back keeping you close to him. "Why not?”

“Why not??? Because you tried to name our kitten Eren junior!"

"Eren juniors a great name, idk what you have against it!!"

"I hate you."

"Yeah yeah you love me, and i'll love our kid too."

"Yeah?" you say quietly, brushing a strand of loose hair behind his ear. Your hand glides downwards his shoulder as you simply admire your husband, your husband.

He stares into you deeply, slowly leaning in once again to kiss you. His hand moves from your face to the back of your head, encouraging you closer, deepening the kiss. Meanwhile your hands run through his hair. He gently pushes you forward into the counter as you both melt against each other, savouring the sensation of tooth-rotting love and adoration buzzing at your fingertips.

My requests r open for anything u can ask me any specific oneshots for eren or any character aswell!! Tysm for reading 🫶🫶

#attack on titan #eren jaeger #eren aot #eren x reader #headcanons #eren headcanons #eren x you #bf!eren #boyfriend!eren #eren x y/n #husband!eren #dad!eren #this is actually my first proper oneshot im terrified #i actually hate this please love me still #constructive criticism is encouraged #send help i cant do this #im really sorry anon i actually dont like pregnant!reader or dad!eren but I SWEAR i fr tried to pull through for you i still love you more #-more than anyone for requesting tumblr cut me off on that im offended

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louscartridge · 1 year

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⇢ ˗ˏˋselenite

han jisung x gn reader

cw- could be really fucking triggering!! selfharm (cutting, burning, hitting, nail/skin picking, working out), comfort, cuddling, reader and jisung say ily, crying, reader goes on a vent, reader has a bit of an anger and pain problem.

han could tell you were having a hard time with staying clean.

the way you would bite your nails and the skin around them more than usual, the way you would bite the inside of your mouth and tongue all the time, they way you would hit your thighs whenever you would get mad. you wouldn’t tell him anything about it though, you didn’t have to.

when han got back to the dorms, he didn’t expect to see you there at all, let alone see you with your arms hugging your knees to your chest, head buried inbetween them and sobbing silently.

han quickly sets his bag down next to the door and makes his way over to you on his bunk. “jagiya, whats wrong?” he asks carefully.

of course he’d had ideas of what might be wrong, but he also couldn’t know for sure if he was correct. he knew that if he was right, he needed to at least try to help you in some way, but he also knew if he was way off, he had to tread around it carefully.

you take in a long, shaky breath before answering. “i cant do it anymore ji”

jisung’s heart dropped at your words.

“do what anymore?”

“stay clean. i hate it. all of it. everyone keeps telling me i’ve been nicer since i’ve been clean.” you wiped your eyes with your hoodie sleeve before continuing. “which is bullshit, by the way, i dont think i’ve been acting any different. i’m mad. all the time. i mean, i was before but whenever i would get mad i was able to do something about it. now? i can’t do shit.”

your crying begins to stop as you speak and the anger in your voice slowly increases.

“felix keeps telling me i can still do something about it, it’ll just be healthy now. which yeah, you could say that- but it’s stupid. ive tried other things, healthy things. but nothing works. pain was.. is, the only thing that actually helps me. with everything. pain is the only thing that would bring me back. i would cut and burn and hit to feel it. to see it. to see and feel that i’m real. it would bring my anger back down. i would punch a wall so hard my hand would hurt, i would throw something so hard to where my shoulder would ache. pain is the only fucking way and now i can’t even do that. i need to relapse soon or i swear to god i’m gonna go fucking insane.”

“changbin hyung says i can go to the gym with him, which i think i might do.”

jisung did nothing but gaze at you and listen until he was sure you were done. something he knew no one ever really did in your life.

when you finished and looked at him, he prepared his response.

“i know you hate it, but it’ll be worth it. eventually. and you have been nicer, to an extent.” han said and moved so he was sat next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“i’m pretty sure thats just how you are though.” he laughs. “and felix is right, in a way. you can still do something about it, it’ll just be healthy. it might feel like it doesn’t do anything but you just gotta get used to it and you will. it’s just gonna take time and this is the hardest part. you gotta put the effort in - you can’t just do something once and expect it to work overnight, you have to put work into it for it to have an affect on your life. something you do a lot is rely on other people.”

“oh but i thought-” you began.

jisung cut you off, knowing what he had said sounded harsh and knowing what you were going to say. ‘oh, but i thought you were ok with that’.

“you can rely on me all you want, that’s fine, as long as you know its not exactly heathy. but you can’t really do that with other people. i know pain has always been a big thing for you, has been since we met. but it’s not something that you should keep doing and you know it. do you think you’ll be able to trust yourself to work out with changbin without turning it into self-harm again?”

“i don’t know, thats why i haven’t gone with him yet. i think if i do it with someone else i would be able to. but probably not if i were to work out by myself.”

han sighed and went to say something but you didn’t let him.

“can we just go to sleep please? i’m so tired and i miss you.” you ask, your voice getting quiet.

“of course jagi.”

han moves behind you and spoons you as you both lay down.

you bury your face in his arms that encircle you.

“i love you. so much. so does chan, and felix, and everyone else in this dorm. just not as much as i do obviously.” han says quietly.

the last part of his sentence made you giggle.

“you’re becoming yourself again. it might not feel like it yet, but i can see it in you.” han says and kisses your shoulder.

“i love you.” you whisper, kissing his hands as you both fall asleep.

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huggingkrobus · 2 years

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Your Voice Makes My Ears Bleed

[ ❥ ] PAIRING: Shane x fem!Reader

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[ ❥ ] SYNOPSIS: Shane just wants a night alone at the bar, but God, you just won’t shut up.

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[ ❥ ] WORD COUNT: 1.6k

[ ❥ ] WARNINGS: A sprinkle of angst.

[ ❥ ] INCLUDES: Enemies to lovers :0

[ ❥ ] REQUESTED: Yes

[ ❥ ] NOTES: Unedited, read at your own risk (edit: this is part 1 and I cant think of anything to write for part 2 lol help)

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“9:25,” read the clock.

Like a hostile reminder: “Hey, you’ve been here for hours. You’re really wasting your life away, aren’t you? God, so pathetic.”

He wished he could smash that clock. Throw it to the ground and stomp on it. Probably get a piece of glass stuck in his shoe, then he’d have to buy new ones. That’s the only reasonable thing he could think of as to why he shouldn’t throw that clock off the wall right then and there: he didn’t have enough spare cash for new shoes.

The black-haired boy sat glass in hand, elbows propped against the familiar hardwood. Glossy and warm, accustomed and preciously glazed. Hundreds of rings sat dried on the shine of the bar. He knew they were all his. No one else ever sat there except him.

Maybe Pam. She came there a lot. Maybe she and Shane could have been friends if they’d talked sooner. Now it’s just weird, feels wrong. They’ve gone so long without talking that it’s just a silent agreement between the two of them to leave it at that. So they do.

Today, Pam got to the Saloon after Shane. Not too long after, but it made him feel bad. He never got there before her. Was it this bad?

It was so late at night that he wasn’t expecting anyone else to pay a visit to the Saloon, but the door creaked open again and, in stepped a taller girl beaming with youth. Some may have even described her as ‘perky.’ In fact, Shane was pretty sure Leah actually had.

“Evening, Gus!” you spoke excitedly. Shane cringed and wondered how anyone could be that way willingly. So bright. It’s 9:30 at night, tone it down.

“Good evening. Can I get you anything?” Gus gave his usual spiel while washing dishes to prepare for closing.

You leaned down onto the bar, tipping your straw hat slightly upward to get a better look at the menu, “Hmm,” you stared, scanning every line before looking back at Gus, “You got any Sashimi tonight?”

Shane rolled his eyes and tried not to scoff loud enough for you to hear him. Sashimi? Why would anyone like something like that? It’s just raw fish, how could something get worse than that?

You must have heard him anyways because when he looked back in your direction to continue eavesdropping, all he saw was your eyes looking at his, eyebrows pinched downward with what was either annoyance or anger. He was too drunk to tell.

“You got something against Sashimi, chicken boy?”

He looked at Gus, trying to avoid any sort of confrontation, but Gus didn’t look back. He was busy working.

“Of course, I have something against Sashimi. It’s raw fish and that’s it. How could anyone ever in their right mind-”

And that’s when he noticed you were laughing. A soft and joyful laugh. He was confused.

“I was kidding, I don’t care. Everyone’s got different opinions, I don’t mind. This isn’t even for me anyway. Pierre has had a Sashimi craving for days now, and I can’t seem to get my hands on the stuff.” You looked at him with what he tried to recognize as a sincere smile. All he felt was embarrassed. You looked back at Gus, “So, you got any Sashimi?”

Gus scrubbed a dirty plate and looked disappointed back at you, “Sorry kiddo. We were selling some last night, seems you missed it,” He paused briefly to turn off the sink and dry his hands, “Thankfully for you, I should be getting some more fish soon if Willy hurries up. That man’s been having a rough season, can’t seem to catch anything lately.” Gus leaned against the bar after speaking.

“Yeah, I heard about that. Real shame. Real early spring isn’t good for fishing I’ve heard. The cold’s going away and the fish don’t know where to go.” Gus nodded slowly in response.

After a brief pause, he spoke up again, “On the subject of fish, tonight’s special is fish taco if you’re interested. Might as well eat something before you leave.”

A smile grew on your face, “That sounds great Gus, I’d love one if you don’t mind.”

Gus turned around to begin preparing the taco, “It’s my job!”

Shane tuned the rest out. Boring conversations about things he doesn’t even pay attention to. He picked out a few keywords like ‘Saloon’, ‘coop’, and ‘video game.’ The cheerful and politeness of it all made him almost sick to the stomach. The word ‘chicken’ really brought him back to focus.

“Coop should be done tomorrow!” you started, “Then I’ll head to Marnie’s for a chicken or two.”

“And these are your first chickens?” Gus asked.

“Yes sir!”

“Shane here is an expert at all things chickens,” Gus pointed slowly at Shane while grilling a fish, “He may not look it, but I assure you he’s the guy to go to when you have questions.”

You glanced back to Shane with what he thought was a scowl in his drunk mind, “I don’t know if he’s the best to go to for advice,” You looked back at Gus to point at Shane, “Look at him,” you attempted to whisper, “I think I got this.”

And he knew that was personal. It’s not like you didn’t know each other. You definitely did. And that’s what made it hurt more. Your history wasn’t good, but it was long. Sophomore year of high school, chemistry class. You sat right next to each other. A copy and paste next to a guy in a stained hoodie. A recipe for disaster.

Your teacher was too dumb to see that this was a bad idea.

You hated him because he talked about chickens too much. He hated you because your lip gloss smelled like cupcakes, and it made him want to throw up. You hated him because his boots always had dirt on them. He hated you because your thousands of pens and highlighters always spilled onto his desk.

We could go on.

It was the little things at first, but they piled up fast. Before Shane met you, he was sure he would never have the heart to kill someone with his own hands, but by the end of the year, he was quite certain he was capable of murder.

You had no reason to hate each other now. Sure, you still wore that lip gloss, and sure, he still talked about chickens too much, but most of the stuff he hated back then had faded, right?

But when you said what you had said he knew you were no different. Old habits die hard, he guessed.

Usually, he would choose to ignore it. But this time he was drunk. And he was very bored. And you looked extra punchable today.

“I’m right here,” he said.

You smiled devilishly, knowing precisely what you were doing, “I know.”

“You think just because I’m a sad drunk you can say stuff like that to me and it won’t affect me,” He stood up from his barstool and drank the rest of whatever alcoholic contraption was in his glass, “You think just because we’ve been doing this for years that it’s still okay? I’ve been trying to change you know,” he moved closer to you, and you backed away as much as you could on a barstool, “Clearly you haven’t. I thought you’d be mature enough by now to have realized that’s not okay. Now that I’m an adult and I’m not okay. We’re not teenagers anymore.” his speech barely slurred, and as he began rounding the corner, he could feel it.

The dizziness kicked in, and he knew it was coming. His stomach churned, and before he could think, he ran out the Saloon door to the closest trash can.

And he vomited. This taste was familiar to him; the sourness that coated his tongue. It was a part of the routine. Get mad at yourself, drink, get mad at the world, drink, vomit, repeat.

His stomach felt empty. He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket and sat on the stairs of the Saloon. The door creaked open behind him, and you sat down next to him.

“Hey.”

He didn’t respond.

“I’m sorry about that. Seriously.”

He didn’t even look at you.

“I didn’t think you’d get that hurt by it.”

He didn’t even want to look at you.

“I mean, you talk about chickens a lot, so I guess it’s pretty obvious you’d get hurt by a comment like that.”

Maybe it was the embarrassment.

“Still, I’m sorry.”

Or maybe it was because he hated you.

“Shane.”

Or maybe it was the sound of your voice.

“Christ, Shane, stop being so childish, why won’t you-”

And so he did the only thing that would shut you up. Maybe if he thought about it more he would realize that after he did it you would talk even more. Thinking ahead wasn’t his forte.

He kissed you. Quickly, only for a few seconds. But he put his lips on yours without thinking and it didn’t feel wrong.

He was the one to break away. He kept a hand cupped on your cheek for a few seconds until you pushed him away to speak.

“Goddamnit Shane, you taste like vomit!” You yelled, standing up from the stairs to walk a few feet away from where he was sitting. You crossed your arms, “Why did you do that? Do you hate my voice that much?”

“Read my mind.”

You rolled your eyes and stormed away, “Jesus Christ, you are insane.”

And so he sat on the cold, concrete stairs. Alone.

He’ll apologize tomorrow.

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[ ❥ ] ~ HUGGING KROBUS

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sanjisblackasswife · 2 years

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(NSFW) “He Watches Us” Part 2 Sanji x Black Fem Reader

First part here.

Bad Summary: You and Your Captain always had a close bond…a little too close and your boyfriend Sanji notices this and confronts you about it, but as you two make up Luffy sits behind the shadow and watch.

CW: Uhhhh…kinda the same as last time except it’s sex in a bath tub.

“You..wanna sleep with me?” You cocked your head a little unsure if that’s what your captain actually asked. It was odd because his questions are usually very confident and to the point but now it’s almost as if he’s embarrassed.?

“OF COURSE YOU CAN’T SLEEP WITH HER ANYMORE I SLEEP WITH HER!” Sanji growled in Luffy’s face nearly ready to kick him again. You laughed lightly and sit back as they argued a little.

You and Luffy actually had a very…touchy friendship before you and Sanji came in the picture. It was always platonic between you both, but so many thought otherwise.

You’d let Luffy cuddle you when taking a nap, you’d let him lay on top of you when he’s tired, you both slept in the same bed together a lot, hell you both have even taken baths together and due to this Sanji never really pursued you like he wanted because he believed you were more interested in Luffy, but that wasn’t the case at all.

You never really minded being nude around Luffy, or anything because he was probably the only guy in the world you could trust back then to be completely vulnerable with. Even a few times you’ve caught Zoro staring at your body, but never Luffy.

HE WAS LUFFY!

So being touchy feels with him wasnt an issue you thought, but that was until Sanji out right told you he was uncomfortable with how your behavior was with their captain when you both got together so you stopped the baths, cuddling, and even sleeping together.

“WHY CANT I SLEEP WITH Y/N YOU HAVE YOUR OWN ROOM ANYWAYS!?” Luffy and Sanji’s face were so close you could swear one wrong move and they’d kiss.

“BECAUSE SHE’S MY WOMAN AND I CAN SLEEP WITH HER IF I WANT—“

“YOU BOTH DON’T EVEN SLEEP TOGETHER YOU GUYS JUST HAVE SEX!”

The tension was now replaced with embarrassment filling your face as your eyes widen.

Sanji’s grumbles off to attend to his cooking with his cheek dusted in pink. Luffy pouts crossing his arms to sit beside you, but you felt so uneasy now.

“How um….how you know that?” You tried masking your embarrassment with a faint chuckle.

Luffy just shrugs. He rather not tell you he watched you both have sex last night and just want to forget he even asked.

“Well um…Luffy remember I told you we can’t sleep together like we used to anymore…im with Sanji. So—“

“But you guys don’t even sleep. Once you both are done I can sleep with y—“

“YOU CANNOT SLEEP WITH Y/N!” Sanji yelled slamming his spoon down growing tired of hearing you both say “Sleeping together.”

It irked him.

“Sanji and I do sleep…in the same bed …after um…after having sex so..you can’t.”

You pat his head as he side eyes you with a small pout around the lips. “You okay?”

“Yeah…” Luffy hoped you aren’t going to ask how he knows again. He didn’t even want y’all to know he knew, but it kind of slipped out. You continued to apologize if your captain ever heard or seen anything, but Luffy just laughed it off to change the subject.

He didn’t mind it.

He just wanted to see more of it which is why he asked to be in your room tonight.

Luffy didn’t know nor understand that sex between two people is typically a private thing. You’re not supposed to just go around having sex in front of people (unless that’s like your job or something), he just seen it as social activity, but the amount of embarrassment Luffy felt watching he probably had a faint idea of you having sex wasn’t supposed to be seen.

But OBVIOUSLY to Luffy if you didn’t want him to watch your door wouldn’t have been unlocked!

So no harm no foul right?

Later that night, everybody has gone to bed or on the watch tower so it was time for you and Sanji to take a late night bath together, but as you’re laying in between Sanji’s legs playing with the rings in his hands, you felt relaxed in the water but you knew he wasn’t.

Sanji began to mumble words in French and so that’s how you knew he had to be upset about something.

“What’s wrong pretty boy?” You asked moving your wet curls out of your face but still looking at Sanji’s pretty hands. “Why you so mad?”

“I…” Sanji was hesitant with his words. He knew he wanted to speak on what’s been bothering him, but he was afraid of getting into an argument with you. “I just—..oh.”

You turn to face him and lean your body over a bit to where he is now having to look up at you. The bubbles he put in there for you started to slowly slide off your breast teasingly nearly exposing your erect nipples to the cool air and Sanji’s hot mouth. His cigarette nearly fell out of his mouth until he quickly caught it back with his tongue, his nose threatening to bleed with his face as red as an apple.

“What’s…” You kiss his forehead cupping his cheeks. “Wrong.” Another kiss to his nose before your thumbs rub his stubled face and leaving a bit of bubbles on his face from your hands. Sanji felt so weak against you, your pretty body kneeling so close to his and to being wrapped around him and how he can only see your pretty teeth since your eyes were covered by your fro.

Sanji knew you’d never cheat, you and him shared so much about y’all past to each other he would rather die than assume you’d do such a thing, same goes for his captain , but you and Luffy’s relationship always worried him just a tad.

“I…are you and Luffy..still…”

You wanted to get mad, you really did but you automatically sighed before resting your forehead on his. You knew Sanji had his insecurities so you knew what you’d have to put up with when he had his fits.

Kissing his curly brow you lowered yourself so you’re eye to eye with Sanji. You take his cigarette and put it out which is something you rarely do but it’s usually only when you’re about to speak to him seriously.

“Luffy and I never had anything. He’s my friend, our captain, that’s it. We never had feelings for each other but I always did feel close to him. You should never worry about him sweetheart or any guy for that matter because it’s YOU that I want….you’re mine Sanji…all mine.” Your words were as sincere as they could be looking into his pretty blueish eyes. They were in complete awe looking at you so close they turned into little hearts, with a tint of lust as he lowered his lids. He knew you meant it, he just likes to hear the confirmation every once in a while.

“Now…” you adjusted yourself on top of his lap, legs spread with the help of Sanji’s strong thighs and now grabbing his semi hard dick to slowly stroke and whisper in his ear, “Why don’t you show me how much I’m yours….please.”

His nose began to trickle out some blood which you were used to so you giggle and quickly wiped it with the wash cloth still slowly stroking his cock, thumb applying pressure on the tip making Sanji hiss with pleasure as his head was thrown back.

He moaned softly as you peppered his neck with kisses moving up and down, bucking into your hand for harder friction, you then had to stop since he was squirming so much and held him still by his shoulders.

“I don’t think the water is enough to prep me for your cock, pretty boy.” You slowly rose up not breaking eye contact with your soapy pussy now eye to eye with Sanji. You grabbed the other wash cloth and rinsed out the water from the towel to fall down you pretty lips and clear it of any soapy bubbles.

Sanji licked his lips at the sight and how pretty your pussy was being revealed to him. He looked back up at you with a flustered face before sticking out his long tongue to give you a long lick. You shivered at the contact making Sanji moan inside you throwing your leg on his shoulder and one hand cupping your ass. You knew he’d never let you fall as he sucked at licked inside you, but you leaned your body on the cold wall of the steamy room for extra support.

“Sanjiiiii…” you clenched around the two fingers he added inside you scissoring you lapping your cunt like he was trying to milk it. “Riiiiiight th—-“

You ended up choking on your words feeling a new presence beside you. You turn your head the opposite way still leaning on the wall to see a familiar shadow from the bathroom door window. You couldn’t see clearly since your hair was in the way but you knew who it was exactly who it was.

And honestly it turned you on a little bit.

You knew it was wrong, but you managed to catch a glance of your Captain watching from the window and his eyes weren’t even alert as they usually were, they were lowered and dazed almost as if he were unfocused at what he was staring at.

Your thoughts were cut short when you felt Sanji nibble at your inner thigh.

“What’s wrong?” He asked in a slight pant. You knew if you told him Luffy was looking he’d probably stop everything and beat your captain to death so you just shook your head pressing your pelvis closer to his face.

Sanji smirked and finished what he started.

“That’s…so…uh…”

Luffy began to moan softly with one hand in his pants and the other fondling his balls. He shouldn’t be doing this.

He shouldn’t be watching his friends have sex. Let alone touching himself to it, but he was moreso focused on you and your faces. They looked so hot.

This was completely out of character for Luffy which is why he felt off doing it, but after hearing you whisper to Sanji to take a bath with him tonight during dinner it was almost as if you WANTED Luffy to watch.

“Common..Go inside her already!”

Luffy thought to himself seeing you standing in the tub riding Sanji’s face. It was so lewd how you were acting; you back was arch, head thrown back with your chest and hands on the wall. If Sanji wasn’t holding you you’d definitely be falling backwards by now.

Your leg began to twitch, your mouth started to gape out as you began to buck your hips a bit faster in your pretty boy’s face. His beard now soaked from your arousal and tickling your pussy he sucked harder.

“YES SAAANNJ—!!” You didn’t even have time to ride out your high as you came when your favorite Blondie grabbed your hips to push you back a little so he can get up and bend you over the tub.

“Need you!” Sanji groaned after growing so impatient and slapped his cock on the back of your clit making you hiss.

You still Seen Luffy’s eyes on you both. You’d think it would look creepy, but he had a very tired look on his face, granted though you couldn’t see his whole face.

“Wait wait baby….” You moaned out, your boyfriend stopped rubbing his cock against you and looked over your shoulder. “I want you to be rough with me…please. Make me yours…”

You wasn’t really sure if your idea was ganna help or worsen the situation but you wanted Luffy and more importantly Sanji to know that your body is his and only his for the taking.

With a warm smile, he bent down to suck and kiss on your plump lips and smiled against them before saying;

“Anything for you mademoiselle.”

His cold lips touched your spine making you arch further, his cock was painfully hard and ready to go inside, Sanji used one hand to grip your hip and the other rubbed against your worn slit before sliding in.

“Finally.”

Luffy thought, he started to stroke his own cock at a similar pace of Sanji’s strokes. It didn’t take long before his thrust began to knock the wind out of you.

The lower vein Sanji had under his dick was gliding so deliciously in your gummy walls you began to feel tears forming.

“Say it.” Was all you heard Sanji strangle to say gripping with both hands on your hips and eyes focused on how your ass jiggles on his cock.

“S-say..what…?” You moaned, and then grunted lowly as he gripped your hair still thrusting inside you pulling you back so the side of your face can reach his mouth.

“Say I’m the best and only man to make you feel this good.”

“Y—Sanji y—AH!”

Sanji let his back hit the cold wall and he started to thrust upwards and fuck you standing. His hand let go of you hair and reached to your clit rubbing messy circles and the other hand lifted your thigh for easier access.

“Say it.”

“Sanji babyyyyy..!” The pace was getting unforgiving now, almost as if he were trying to prove a point that nobody could even see to be proven.

Except to Luffy.

“Sanji You’re the best!! Yes! You’re the only one to make me feel this good only you! Only you!” This new position felt so painful, but so good. Water was more on the floor than it now was in the tub.

The cook pulled out of you for a second to change positions and lift you up against the wall now.

“I’m really the best?” His eyes not leaving yours and filled with so much innocence despite pushing his dick deep inside you. You felt light headed with all the steam and sweat your both managed to produce in a few minutes. Your eyes flew uneven and your mouth gaped making Sanji chuckle a little before finishing his pace.

“You’re..the best…” You whispered out in between thrust. He was fucking up into you on the slippery wall making you dig into his strong shoulders as he sucked your neck

Your praises kept Sanji to keep thrusting while holding you up by your ass. You nearly forgot Luffy was even there but you looked back up from Sanji’s shoulder and seen Luffy’s eyes now wide and open watching you both.

Luffy and you made eye contact and he quickly moved away from the window, heart beating and now stained underwear and pants. He felt a bit of guilt..and possibly envy? Luffy wasn’t sure, but now after hearing you give Sanji that kinda praise he didn’t really want to watch anymore. He sighed picking up his hat and heading back to his room.

You and Sanji kept going for a few more minutes cumming twice in the process. He still held you up after stopping with his head buried in your neck as you both catch your breaths.

“Sanj..I—.”

“Is he gone?” He looks back at the door to see nobody there. You look back at your lover as he walks you over to the counter, slowly pulls out, and wraps a robe around you and a towel over himself. “Good.”

“…You knew?”

“I knew he was watching us…” Sanji grumbled pushing his hair back for a moment giving your a glimpse of both of his eyes. “I know he was watching us but…if he does it doesn’t matter…because he’ll never get the real thing. Not if he wants his ass kicked.”

“You’re not mad?”

“I was at first but seeing you…and you telling me I’m the only one…I …got over it…”

He pouted in your shoulder and rose his head up to give you a short lived kiss “You okay? I didnt hurt—“

Your arms were thrown over his shoulders, reaching your tongue down his throat and gripping his wet hair, your boyfriend got in between your legs and rubbed them softly with his thumbs moaning lightly in your mouth. Something about Sanji being so protective over you turned you on so much.

“I love you, Ji….”

“I love you too…and these peeping toms out here.” You both chuckle as Sanji picks you up and heads back to your room for the night to cuddle.

“I guess we have to perverts on the ship.” You smiled in Sanji’s neck.

“Yeah….wait hey!”

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kaveuh · 2 years

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hi!! i have an headcanon that ibara has some scars all over his body because of his military training, so i would like to request a fluff where he shows his (gn) s/o some of them since they're dating for a while and he's more comfortable with them, and reader reassures ibara since he looks insecure about them

funny snake man deserves some love :)

★ — "KISS IT BETTER?" ibara saegusa x gn!reader

notes/warning(s) : past scars, slight ooc, oomfie ibara being insecure </3 that’s pretty much it(?)

genre : angst to fluff, comfort

word count : 713

a/n : my silly lil snake man does indeed deserve more love. he’s so scrimbly i love him sm, also i changed my layout again bc im indicisive. and i may have gone overboard.. again. (IM A CLINGY!IBARA TRUTHER I CANT BE STOPPED)

It wasn’t uncommon for Ibara to act vulnerable around you. For someone who’s known and described as a “venomous snake” by others, he sure is soft and sweet when he’s alone with his beloved. Ibara isn’t fond of talking about his past either, especially during his time in middle school.

But you’re his partner. He can trust you, right? For someone as kind as you, why would you stay with someone like him?

Ibara was so deep in his thoughts, that he failed to notice his partner repeatedly call out his name. A sudden poke on his shoulder was enough to snap him out of his senses. "Oh. It’s just you, (name)." He lets out a deep sigh, smiling softly. "What's wrong? Did you need anything?"

Right. They probably just want something in return. That’s why they’re staying with me.

"You’ve been spacing out for the past few minutes. Are you okay? Do you need to rest? I can go home if you want me to." You said, more than willing to give your boyfriend his well-deserved rest and time to himself. After all, he is a very busy, busy man. Ibara responded by rapidly shaking his head, gently wrapping his hand around your wrist, and pulled you back on the couch with him.

"Stay. I’m fine," He grumbled, avoiding your gaze as he was naturally embarrassed by his actions. "I'm just thinking." Followed by a huff, Ibara rests his head on your shoulder. He’s clingier than usual today.

You proceeded to gently play with his hair. He hums as a sign for you to keep going. "Hey, love?" Your boyfriend called out, your face flushing into a shade of pink upon hearing the sudden nickname. "Y-yeah? What’s up?" Ibara could only chuckle at your adorable reaction.

"I wasn’t happy when I was in the military, you know." Your expression softened. You weren’t oblivious. You knew how much he despised his early childhood. You never bothered asking about it as it was a topic that Ibara wanted to keep to himself until he was ready. "It was harsh. For a kid like me? I don’t even know how I stayed for that long." He continued, looking up at you in order to make sure you were listening.

"I’m scared, (name)." Ibara confesses, while you could only look at him in worry. "I’m scared that you don’t love me the way I do. I’m scared that you’re only using me in order to get something in return." He paused, thinking as if he wanted to show you something, but is quite hesitant. "I’m scared that if you see it, you’ll leave me."

"It's okay to be scared. But, I can assure you, that I want nothing in return. I'm simply with you because I want to," Your hand left his head to cup his face with both hands. "I won't ever leave you— whatever it is, it won’t be enough for me to leave." Ibara’s eyes were slightly widened, a shade of red hue plastered all over his (pretty) face.

He’s in a vulnerable state. You’re trusted, fully trusted, more than anything and anyone. Ibara slowly lifted his shirt, avoiding your face, afraid of what expression you may have on right now. "There's… alot of them. I know it’s dumb, I know it isn't like me to feel so… bothered about this kind of stuff. I don't know why I can't just ignore it. It feels so disgusting. I don't want you to find me gross, or icky."

"Ibara…" You sighed, trying to find the right words to say. "I'm happy that you trusted me enough to open up to me. I don't think you're gross, or disgusting, anything like that." You grinned as an idea popped into your head. "I can kiss them better, if you'd like."

Ibara blinks. "K-kiss it better?" He finally looked at you— your face, just like his, was red. Though, your expression showed nothing but pure genuine.

"Mhm! That way, I can show that I'll stay with you until the day I die!" You exclaimed, while your boyfriend finally let out a small and quiet laugh. "I don't think I like the sound of you dying, but I'd love for you to kiss it better."

#enstars x you #enstars x reader #ibara saegusa #ibara saegusa x reader #ibara x reader #enstars x y/n #ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars x you #ensemble stars x y/n

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firstelevens · 5 months

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for Spotify wrapped prompts: Bake-Off AU (duh!!!) + 🎵#19, maybe??

19. Dearly Departed - Shakey Graves ft. Esmé Patterson

In spite of the fact that she's the one calling him, Daisy looks absolutely baffled when Sam answers her video call.

"Why are you sitting in a truck in the dark?"

"Did I hallucinate the texts I sent you a minute ago? Didn't I just explain this to you?"

"Yeah, but I didn't think you were serious," Daisy says, frowning at her phone. "Shouldn't you be at home with Bucky? Don't you guys literally count down the seconds until you get to be in the same city again?"

"That was one time, Daisy, and it was a very specific-" Sam trails off at the look that she gives him. "We had a fight."

"You're always fighting."

"I don't mean we had a silly argument over something; I mean we had a fight."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Was it serious?"

"Yeah."

"Oh."

For a long time, Daisy is quiet, looking in the direction of what Sam can only assume is Daniel, doing something in the kitchen that carries the sound of clinking plates and cutlery across the room to where Daisy sits.

"I don't mean to be pushy," she finally says, "or to repeat myself, but Sam...why are you sitting in a truck in the dark?"

"We literally just-"

"No, I'm asking why you're sitting in a truck in the dark instead of going home to talk to Bucky."

Sam sighs. "I'm pulled up in front of the house."

"Sam."

"I've been here for a while; I just can't make myself go in. I keep thinking, what if we had all these almosts and then we spent a year scrambling for time together and this is how it ends because that wasn't enough? Daisy, what if this is it?"

"Don't let it be," says Daisy. "And don't tell me you don't have that power, because I know you do."

"But how do-"

"I don't know how, but I know it's not happening in the truck. Go inside, Sam," she says, and hangs up before he can argue.

Daisy isn't above texting Bucky to inform him that Sam is sitting in his own driveway in the dark like a creep, so it's pure concern for his own dignity that sends Sam towards the front door.

Bucky's back is to him when he comes in, but Sam doesn't think for a second that Bucky doesn't know he's there: his whole body goes still, like he's braced for catastrophe and doesn't want to set anything off by flinching at the wrong moment.

Sam gently presses the door shut and tosses his keys in the dish by the door, toeing off his shoes and making his way to the kitchen. Bucky still hasn't turned around.

Now that he's closer, Sam can see that he's pressing focaccia into a pan, the sleeve of his borrowed sweatshirt sliding down his arm and getting perilously close to dipping into the herb-flecked dough. Wordlessly, Sam reaches over and pushes up Bucky's right sleeve, folding the cuff over a couple times so it stays up and out of his way.

Bucky relaxes into Sam's touch, canting a little bit in his direction without even lifting his eyes from the pan.

On a hunch, Sam takes a risk and rests his chin on Bucky's shoulder, peering down at the two square pans of dough in front of them. "If these are apology focaccias," he says, "you have to let me go first, because there's no way I can follow freshly baked bread."

For a moment, Bucky is still stiff as a board, but when he finally lets himself lean into Sam's warmth, Sam feels something slot back into place in the center of his chest.

"It's not apology focaccia," Bucky says quietly.

"Oh," says Sam, trying to take it into stride. He'd just been so certain that--

"The bread is for dinner," Bucky continues. "But there's an apology pie in the fridge right now that's definitely gonna be a tough act to follow, so I'll let you go first anyway."

Put a number 1-100 in my inbox along with a ship/character (or an AU) and I will write you a microfic.

#shut up it was SUPPOSED to be a microfic and then these fools ran away with it what was I gonna do #sambucky #sesamestreep #birdhapley #the gbbo au #zainab does ask meme things #spotify wrapped fics #anyway this disagreement is how Sam and Bucky decide that Bucky should move to Delacroix so that's a canon tidbit for interested parties #my fic

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cinnamon-todd · 2 years

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neutral - jason todd x f!reader

a//n: i was jus in a silly goofy mood... this has not been proofread, just felt like writing tbh. i will start being more descriptive with my tags and warnings bc I realize I am stupid for not doing so.

warnings: none?

summary: jason being a good friend to the reader, letting her rant about her love life but hey there's a surprise for her!!!!

"its hard, sometimes..." she mumbles quietly, barely audible to the man next to her.

they sit adjacent to each other on the swing set, a nice feature the Waynes had added to their backyard.

the weather today was neutral. not too cold, not too hot. it came surprisingly to the two adults as yesterday it was pouring rain, Gotham's usual weather. but today it was neutral. the wind blew strong enough to move their calloused hair, but not too strong to be distracting or irritating that they had to make their way back inside - it was neutral.

"i know, you've mentioned that like 10 times." his snarky comment made her look up in annoyance.

she was met with his playful smile, and she tried her best to bite her smile. "you just know how to push my buttons, todd."

"hey," he nudged her shoulder, "one bad date doesn't mean the rest of them will be bad."

"no," she huffs, "but i dont even wanna bother with it, its exhausting."

he nods, unsure what to say next. she took this as a cue to continue, "I am in no interest to look for it, yet I still have this urge to find it. I'm always disappointed when I find someone who is willing to try it, but..."

find the right words, why arent the right words coming to her, why is she stumped.

"but?"

"but im not sure. as much as I can say 'the right one will come along', I'm not even sure if I want the right one, or even yet, know if it'll ever come."

"yeah,"

"its just so confusing, conflicting, just downright annoying." she continued as her best friend listened attentively. "I'm just so on the fence about it all. somedays I can be all for love, other days I just don't want it at all."

"Understandable."

"is it?" she asks, facing the man once again. he studied her face, confused, afraid, unsure. "I feel like there's something wrong with me. why cant I at least try?".

it wasnt a question, she didn't expect a response, but as the good man Jason Todd was, he gave his honest opinion.

"well," he clears his throat, "maybe that's the thing."

she looks at the man with a quizzical look, encouraging him to continue.

"maybe the partner that you need is someone who understands all that. someone that can respect it, someone that knows it, and expects it."

she looks down at the bark that lays as a flooring for the mini playground. unsure where he was going with this, she knew Jason would always be honest with her, but sometimes its hard to listen to the truth.

"you are someone who is always on the fence, very indecisive." he continues, "you are someone who doesn't need to be guided, but does enjoy it when someone gives their opinion because lord knows your judgement isn't the best."

"Todd..." she says sternly.

"hold on, lemme finish..." he says, "its sounds like to me that you need someone who you are comfortable with, that you've known a long time. someone that has to be very patient with you."

she nods.

"you hate to rush into things, yet you are very last minute with most things." they chuckle at the truth. "but that's what makes you, you."

she smiles at the end of his ramble. she knew Todd was one with words, yet he did surprise her with this number. "Thanks, Todd."

"Im not done yet," he says causing her to look up confused, what more could he add?

"you need someone like me,"

"Tod-"

"you dont have to say anything right now," he cuts her off, "I just want you to know that I like you, a lot. I understand that you are someone who can feel very overwhelmed, anxious, and so many emotions."

"but i hope that you know," he takes a deep breath, "that I understand that."

#jason todd x reader #red hood #imagine #fanfic #batman #writing #jaybird #jason todd x y/n #batfamily #dc #dc robin #writer things

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