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yeosbbm · 6 months

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Smut | MDNI

starring: idol ! mingi x staff ! reader

genre: idol au, established (secret) relationship, light possessiveness

summary: you and mingi have kept your relationship under wraps for a while to avoid the opinions of other’s getting into the mix, however sneaking around does lead to some sexual frustration…but once mingi does get the chance to have his hands on you during a time crunch…well….

warnings: mingi + reader are switches/non specific roles, competing for dominance, indirect exhibitionism, marking, cunnilingus, choking, manhandling, edging, unprotected piv, praise (mainly mingi receiving)

A/n: posting this scrapped experimental draft cuz I’m having severe writers block. Hope you guys had a good, safe Halloween !!

All you were trying to do was bring Mingi a different pair of shoes as well as some rings he requested for his outfit.

But now… Mingi has you pressed against a dressing room wall. Kissing you fervently, pressing his tongue further and further into your mouth, his knee in between your legs adding friction to your heat.

One hand under your shirt ..caressing one breast. While the other has a grip on your hip, helping you grind against his knee.

As risky as this is, you can’t help but lightly smile against his mouth whenever his neediness and desperation seeps out through his quiet whines and groans as well as him rocking his hips into you. Even though you were letting out whines yourself.

Then a voice and some knocks on the door bombards the sensual moment.

“AY. MINGI, I think I left my powder can I check if it’s there.” After hearing that Mingi kisses down your neck before backing away, sighing before sitting down on the makeup chair.

You have to regain your breath and fix your hair before you look up at Mingi in his chair. “Is his setting powder in your drawer.”

“Hhh I really hope not.” Mingi mumbles but to his dismay it was, meaning he has to open the door,, meaning you and him time was over.

You grab it from him and open the door to San tapping his foot and looking into his phone. “Finally..thought you two would never open the door, my stylist will scold me.” All you could do is grin. “Are you still doing his makeup.” San asks.

“Yep unfortunately Mingi messed it up somehow.”

In your peripheral, you see Mingi smile at your words while tapping away on his phone on bubble. “But I want you to do my makeup, the other artist is good but I feel more handsome when you do it. Just come to my dressing room real quick pleaseee.”

This comment makes Mingi pause and furrow his brows. “But Sannie don’t you see my face isn’t done…and it’s rude to talk about your assigned stylist you know…” San sighs and rolls his eyes before making his way back to his styling room.

You walk to Mingi and realize you really do have to fix his makeup. While grabbing supplies he pulls you into his lap facing him, holding you close. You straighten your back and lean forward to do his makeup.

After some time you begin to finish up. Mingi holding your waist and looking up at you.

“(Y/n)” he mumbles hands still holding on to your waist.

“Yes love.” You quickly say having laser focus while doing his eyeshadow.

“Am I good looking to you ?”

“Yes Min you always are, with makeup and barefaced.”

“Is San good looking to you ?” You already know the deal. Mingi has his short phases of jealousy or overthinking. Nothing too harsh or scary.

“,,,all of you are but guess what ?” You question while doing the final touches to his lip tint. He peers up at you while you grab and tilt his face up.

“ You’re the most handsome of them all, my one and only always….you’re always so good to me Mingi..” You say before giving him a small kiss. Bad Idea.

Why is it a bad idea ? Because Mingi loves whenever you praise and gloat on him. He’s staring up at you biting his lip and you can feel his grip on you tighten. He just wants to eat you up and show you how good he really can be.

“Song Mingi it’s time to set up and do positioning, we need you and the guys on stage .” His manager says through the door.

“Time to gooo Mingiii.” He fake whines and throws his head back while holding you closer to him. “Can I at least taste you before I go.” He whispers attempting to put his hand down your pants.

You move his hand and while doing a “tsk tsk tsk” motion. “On stage Min.” He sighs and kisses your forehead..pouting while heading to the stage.

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Once the performance was over it was time to head to the to the next performance venue. The manager lets you ride the same van as the guys if they’re not recording. Reasons being 1) You help them look their absolute best and 2) Per Mingi’s request, they haven’t questioned it.

You sit in the back with your clipboard and makeup bag. While getting your stuff sorted Yunho comes up to you. “(Y/n) do my eyebrows look even..the new stylist did them and she did them so different.”

You have him take a seat by you quickly and observe his makeup. “Not really one is just a little darker I’ll fix it.”

Mingi comes and watches you do Yunho’s makeup. He loves watching you work. He can’t take his eyes from you and you notice, leading you to giggle a bit.

“What’s so funny.” Yunho asks seeming both amused + confused. “Nothing..Mingi is just being cute and silly.” Yunho quirks an eyebrow and laughs, “Ooh so you think Mingi’s cute huh.” Yunho is the only one who has a gists of what’s going on with you and Mingi, but you know he won’t say anything.

Soon you finish and Yunho sits with Seonghwa to play animal crossing on each others switches and Mingi sits by you.

You and Mingi couldn’t keep your hands off each other. He sneaked squeezes of your tits, pretended to whisper in your ear when really he was saying dirty talk and nipping at your lobe + neck.

And you’d retaliate..putting your hand on his thigh until you found the outline of his dick, slowly touching and palming it. Sometimes tugging his hair with your free hand which was his absolute weakness. Praying the members don’t see.

Then you guys arrive.

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After the second performance was over the boys had one more media video to film on their schedule as well as photos to be taken.

You were advised to touch up everyone’s makeup since on most of them it was sweated or smudged away from how hard they danced earlier.

Whilst finishing Wooyoung’s makeup you realize that Mingi wasn’t anywhere to be found and after informing the main managers you went to go find him. After some time you were stuck in basically an empty hall, no other groups or staff could be found.

You went around to a door that seemed a third open. The light was dim and it seemed like a spare waiting room. Once you got to the door however, someone pulls you inside.

Before you could panic you automatically realize it’s Mingi. He has you pressed against the wall, palming everywhere before messily kissing you.

“You’re that needy for me huh.” you say, knowing your demeanor is cracking while under his hold. He nods before rolling his hips for friction to save his throbbing erection. “Want to finish what we started.” He says while exposing your breast, putting his mouth around and nipping your buds.

“Need to make you feel good…” He says lowly, looking at you starstruck. You can’t help but give him what he wants. “You’ve been so good and patient…go ahead.”

Mingi gets on his knees, using his teeth to slide your zipper down. He pulls your pants down far enough to where you can easily pull them up.

Right when his mouth was to be right where both of you wanted. Another interruption occurs, Hongjoong. “Mingi,, (y/n) are you two around here ?!? We have to get to the vans and head over to the next media set…”

Mingi groans defeated while gripping the waist band to your pants. His head flops onto the front of your thighs. You can’t lie, you’re just as frustrated because you knew you were going to let Mingi do whatever he pleased.

But once you started to zip your pants back up he stopped you while standing up. “Guys this isn’t funny, it’s 2:10 and we need to leave at 2:30………Hellllooo.” Mingi hushes you while sliding his hand down your pants, gliding his digits over your panties.

He moves them to the side and gives you his index and middle finger to indulge in.

“Hongjoong, she’s probably at the second floor still looking for him just come wait with the rest of us before you stress yourself out.” Seonghwa shouts out.

“Good God.” Hongjoong sighs before heading back with the members. Once his footsteps were far enough Mingi went into motion.

His fingers speed up and instead of a plain in and out motion he began to curl them into the spot you needed most and curving them for an extra stretch.

You fight through your sighs and moans. “Mingi…we need to head back or we’ll get in trouble.”

“ 20 minutes…just give me 20 minutes.” You can feel his warm breath on your neck while he whispers this to you, practically grinding himself into your leg.

“Please, (y/n) just a taste….fucckk baby I’m begging you...." he whines.

You can’t restrain or play hard to get any longer. “Fuck,, do whatever just..don’t take too long.”

Mingi smiles before he presses a few wet kisses onto your neck and sinking back into his knees like earlier.

He roughly pushes your pants and panties down and off before spreading your legs so he can bury his face into your heat. His fingers are pressed so deeply into your thighs that marks are inevitable.

Soon he’s stroking himself while eating you,, your taste, your face of ecstasy, your sounds..his head is spinning. He’s lapping and digging his tongue into your cunt while mindlessly fisting his dick. Your mind was swirling..you were about to finally burst and cum.

He slows down, only allowing you to indulge in small soft kitten licks and barely moving his thumb across your clit. “Babe…what’s…going on.” You breathe out, trying not to show the need in your tone from the lack of contact. “What do you mean baby..” he smirks only using his thumb, barely swiping your clit and not even giving you access to his mouth. He was playing dumb to annoy you and it was working.

“Why aren’t you touching me.” You whine -needing- some friction. "But I'm already touching you." He fastens the pace of his thumb on your clit making your knees buckle while you moan and whimper.

“About to cum..” you whisper. But Mingi completely stops. Denying your orgasm again. You can feel tears prickle in your eyes. “Admit it…admit that you’re just as needy as me.” He lowly says into your inner thigh, ghosting his mouth over your pussy.

“You’re so pretty like this, so cute with those teary eyes so beautiful.” He sucks and nips marks across your thighs making sure to lick at the reddish purple blotches afterwards. You just can’t let yourself shatter so easily however.

You grab as much of his hair and tug at it moving his head back so his eyes are on yours. Mingi’s dick jumps from the action alone, he loves seeing you above him and being assertive. “What happened to my sweet Mingi..you’re usually so good what happened.”

Mingi’s mind has practically short circuited. Any sense of revenge for the teasing has melted away. “I’m still good, just ask..I’ll give you any and everything you want.”

You lick your lips and take your hand from his hair. “Just be good and fuck me Mingi.” He obliges. Within seconds he’s holding you up..aligning his cock and easily pushing it in since you’re so slick with arousal.

No hesitation he’s pounding and your cunt clenches around him. You’re panting at this point, the air in whatever random room you’re in is now thick and warm from the sex filling it. He’s filling you to the hilt. “It’s like you were made for me.” One of your hands finds it’s way to his neck where you squeeze.

His cock twitches. “Please please please squeeze harder.” You tighten your grip around his neck knowing it’ll leave a light mark. He’s officially ramming you, the sound of skin on skin and your voices leaking out the room.

“So good, so perfect for me Min.” Mingi can’t take it, he pulls your hair and fucks into you faster than before, neither of you even care about dominance anymore..you’re both fucked dumb from each other.

“Gonna fill you, gonna fill you up and you’re gonna like it aren’t you.” He practically growls in your ear, the most you can do is whimper a broken “Yes”.

Soon you both cum, both of your bodies feeling lifeless and weak from all the energy placed into your pleasures. Mouths agape holding each other closer than ever.

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You both take the tiny bits of energy you both have left to put your clothes on. You help Mingi fix up his and look into your small purse to tidy his makeup. You do your best to not look destroyed but no matter how matter how clean and composed your face is your disheveled clothes give it away.

“How much time do we have to spare.” He asks while trying to help fix up your clothes. You check your phone, “Shit it’s about 2:27 we have to hurry.” You both rush down to where everyone was, the vans were pulling up.

As soon as everyone saw you two they hashed out their complaints. “You both had us worried, like cmon Mingi did you really have to run off, so much time was wasted.” Hongjoong scolds.

While making your ways to the buses you were advised to sit in the staff bus to keep the time. Yunho and Mingi sat together on the other bus.

“So, how was it.” Yunho nonchalantly asks. “How was what.” Mingi says back nervous. “The closet sex.” Mingi’s eyes widen and he looks around to make sure nobody heard Yunho. “I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

Mingi looks around a final time before leaning to Yunho’s ear.

“It was fucking Amazing.”

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queenofcoquette · 9 months

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how i started to feel pretty

hey loves! i’ve struggled with feeling insecure over my looks, but recently i’ve made changes that have helped me be less insecure. little improvements with my lifestyle and mindset have already made a big difference. first i’m going to talk about my insecurities, then what i did and then general tips.

my insecurities:

hyperpigmentation. i have bad undereye bags due to genetics that landed my family to call all of our eyes “raccoon eyes.” then redness above my eyelids, then darkness above my upper lip no matter how much i shaved.

facial asymmetry. we all have it, but i felt so bad anytime i took a selfie and i couldn’t bear to take any photos of myself.

body dysmorphia. this one is weird. i don’t view my body the way others do, and honestly the way i view it changes all the time.

changes i’ve made:

first i started doing things that didn’t help. they were temporary solutions that did nothing. i used concealer and powder for the hyperpigmentation- but it looked cakey and a little ashy-kinda cuz i wasn’t using a color corrector. for my body i did these “abs in 2 weeks!” challenges during covid, and was restrictive, which is the worst thing you can do for yourself.

for my skin:

i started using the glycolic acid serum by the ordinary. this stuff is life changing! i’ve been going makeup free on my skin lately and my skin tone has gotten so much more even. plus it’s affordable and it’s a giant bottle.

for my face:

i started doing face massages for muscle tension

i also realized that my facial asymmetry is 1) normal (we all have it to a certain extent and 2) it’s probably not as bad as i think it is.

for my body:

i’ve started to focus more on health than appearances, because that my view of my body is distorted. i don’t see it like other people do, so i need to prioritize my health. i started eating MORE- more foods that are healthy, more fruits and vegtables. instead of restricing i allowed myself to have more.

i developed a pilates plan that focused on building strength, and incorporated a little bit of weights. now that i play sports i’ve put an emphasis on strength which has actually helped me get more toned.

journaling. i began to write down about my feelings- the way i view other people vs. the way i view myself. it made me realize how social media gave me an unrealistic image, and how i wasn’t viewing myself the way i really am.

advice:

what are you insecure about? the first step is just writing down your biggest insecurities- aka why don’t you feel beautiful? what made you feel this way? no one is born feeling ugly- we’re all taught to feel this way, whether it’s comments that have been made to us or others.

find people with similar stories. this helped me in the past, watching videos about people who had the same insecurities as me, it opened my eyes to how harshly i treat myself.

get to the root of it. for my skin i realized that covering up my hyperpigmentation with makeup wouldn’t solve the problem, so i put an emphasis on incorporating things into my skincare routine that could solve the problem, without makeup!

think in the long-term. think about what’s healthy for you, and the most natural way of doing so. for example, when it came to my body i had to think about what’s healthy for me overall, not a quick fix. quick fixes aren’t attainable!

prioritize mental and physical health. i think we should all embrace our natural beauty by focusing on our skincare and the health of our hair. additionally, mental health is equally important, especially when it comes to body image.

positive thinking. a lot of times we tend to vocalize our negative thoughts, ive heard ppl make horrible comments about their bodies and things like that. first of all, stop saying those things out loud- you’re only reaffirming them in your head, and furthering the bad feeling. when you get horrible thoughts about yourself, try to stop them and replace them with good ones. even if you don’t believe it at first, you soon will.

it sometimes takes a while for beautiful people to realize how gorgeous they are. i had friends who i thought were some of the prettiest girls in the world, but they didn’t even realize it. i bet there’s so many people in your life who look at you and see the beauty in you that you don’t see in yourself. just stay healthy and keep positive thoughts, and i hope in time you’ll see your inner and outer beauty.

#that girl #that girl 2023 #self improvement #pink pilates princess #queenofcoquette

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whatsk-poppinhomies · 10 months

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Pairing : Idol!Seo Changbin x F!Reader TW : small car accident ; Changbin is momentarily insensitive ; angsty ; but also fluffy at the end ; Word Count : 3.2k Request : @kurolils : i'm not gonna be so specific, my delulu a*s has just been craving angst so much with changbin (my bias) or with lee know (tbh, your lee know imagine kinda calmed that craving), so you can just choose the plot, be free, just please with some fluff... cuz my fragile heart can't take too much 🥺. A/N : I FINALLY GOT TO THE REQUEST! I DIDN'T FORGET ABOUT IT, I'VE JUST BEEN FRAZZLED!! YOU SENT IT IN ABOUT 3 MONTHS AGO AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT!! Also, the I found the gif on this blog!!

“You’re gonna be there, right? You’re coming?” Changbin asked as he grabbed his keys off the hook, his eyes wide and his bottom lip already slightly jutting out as he looked at you. It was the same thing every time he had a comeback show, and you gave him the same answer every time he asked the question.

“I’m gonna be there, Binnie.” You reassured him, leaning against with your arms crossed in front of your chest. He was so cute when he was like this, and truth be told, it felt nice to know that he wanted you there, he always wanted you there. “I wouldn’t miss it for anything, plus, when was the last time I’ve missed one of your comeback shows? Hmm?”

He hummed softly as he thought for a moment, and then, as if a lightbulb went off above his head, his finger began waving in your direction. “The second comeback show during Maxident. You had that really bad stomach bug and you couldn’t even get out of bed.” Your mouth fell open to protest, but he chuckled softly as his arms wrapped around you. “I know it doesn’t count. I was just answering your question.”

You rolled your eyes although he couldn’t see it considering your face was buried in his chest. “Well I’m not sick now, and I’m going to be there. You have to get there first though, gotta get all pretty for Stay.” His arms were like constrictors, keeping you close and holding you tighter when you tried to pull away from him. “Binnie~~” You playfully whined and you lightly pushed back against him. “You’re gonna be late. You need to go now… I’ll see you soon.” You tilted your head back to kiss him, smiling against his lips when they were against yours. “I love you, now go… Go, go, go.”

Not many people knew about yours and Changbins relationship, aside from the guys and a few of the staff members that would let you in the back doors for concerts and shows like this, but other than that, your relationship was completely off the grid. It’s not that you both wanted to keep your relationship hidden forever, it’s just that with the group at the peak of their fame, you didn’t want a dating scandal to ruin what they worked so hard to achieve.

That’s why you’d leave the house two hours after him, just to make sure that anyone who might’ve been watching him would have left already too. You had even gotten your own fake staff card, just so that if anyone were to ever ask, you could say that you worked with them, that you were Changbins personal staff. You couldn’t be more thankful for the ones that did know, they were doing their best to make it easier for you and Bin to be together and you appreciated it more than anything.

“Is she here yet?” Changbin asked from his chair as the makeup artist finished up what she had to do. It was clear that he was getting agitated, there was only 15 minutes left before he had to go on stage and you had never been this late before. You hadn’t even responded to his texts, you weren’t responding to the other guys either. It wasn’t like you to be like that, and the only thing he could even think to have happened was that you fell asleep. You must’ve laid down at some point and that’s why you weren’t there or responding.

That thought failed to make him feel better though. How could you just fall asleep knowing that he needed you there? Did you even care about how this makes him feel? How was he supposed to perform without you there? Why would you say you’d be there and then just… not show up? He was pissed. “Changbin, it’s time for you to go out… What do you want us to do if she shows up while you’re performing though?”

Changbin sighed, going to the door to take one last look, just to see if you had come or not… Of course, you weren’t there. Was he not important to you anymore? Do you not care that he needs you, that he can’t perform his best when you’re not in the crowd? “Tell her to go back home.” He huffed, turning away, trying his best to look like your absence wasn’t literally destroying him.

The other guys could see it though, they could feel it radiating off of him. His anger, his disappointment, his sadness. His moves weren’t as powerful, his voice wasn’t as loud as usual. The performance in general was weak, and everyone could tell that he was antsy to run off the stage once the performance was over.

“Look, Changbin… She makes it to literally all of your other performances… There’s gotta be a legitimate reason she didn’t make it to this one.” Jisung tried to calm Changbin down as he followed behind him to go backstage. “She wouldn’t just not show up for no reason.”

“She was fine when I left today. She wasn’t sick like that last time.” Changbin explained, dropping down into his chair in front of the mirror and ripping the makeup removing wipes from the bag. “If she didn’t want to come she should have just told me.” He roughly rubbed the wipes over his face, leaving his skin red and slightly blotchy when he was done. “I was shit out there… I was so upset! What is STAY gonna think? What is everyone gonna think?!”

“Calm down, man.” Jisung tried once again, patting Changbins shoulder as he sat in the chair beside him. “You weren’t shit, I couldn’t even tell that you were upset. You’re worrying too much.” He grabbed the water bottle off the table and handed it to Changbin, motioning for it to drink it. “Just take a deep breath, I’m sure there’s a good reason.”

“She hasn’t even tried to-“ His phone started vibrating on the table, the number unknown, and he was hesitant to answer it but with Jisungs urging, he answered just before it stopped ringing. “Who’s this?” He asked, his agitation ringing through in his tone, but he heard the heavy sigh from the other end and he knew it was you. “A lot of nerve you have to call after the performance is already over. If you weren’t going to come you should have told me before I left.”

“You’re just gonna jump to conclusions before I even tell you what happened?” He scoffed loudly at your question, and out of the corner of his eyes he could see Jisung shaking his head. “Do you not even care what happened?”

“Do you not care about me?” He retorted, jumping up from his chair, his irritation fueling him to pace back and forth across the room. “I waited for you to show up until the last minute! You didn’t call me! You didn’t text me! Do you know how I felt?!” He practically shouted into the phone, unaware that everyone in the room was now watching him, wincing at not only the loudness, but also the lack of concern for whatever it was that you could have been saying.

“There was an accident…” You whispered, and he could barely hear your words over his heavy breaths. “I couldn’t get there… I was trying to…” You continued, and although you couldn’t see it, he rolled his eyes, throwing his one hand up in frustration before running it through his hair.

“If you loved me enough you would have found a way around the accident to get here, to be here for me.” Now that his back was turned to the wall and he was facing the rest of the guys, he could see the mortified looks on their faces. None of them were used to him being this big of a jerk, and while he wasn’t looking at himself that way, clearly they were. Not that he cared, he was pissed. To him, it was simple enough, just go around the accident, find a different route. He would have done it for you if you wanted him to be somewhere for him.

“Well I’m so sorry that I couldn’t go around the accident considering I was in it, Changbin.” You shouted back, and then the call was ended. Changbin froze in his spot, his phone still at his ear as he stared at the guys who looked just as shocked as he did even though they didn’t even hear what you had said. He immediately tried to call you back, but it kept going to the hospital line and he didn’t know your room number so he didn’t even know how to get a hold of you.

“Someone… Someone look on the news or something… About a car accident, a car accident…” He stammered, unable to get his hands to stop shaking long enough to do the search himself. Once the accident was brought up, everyone started panicking, and all the guys in the room, including the staff members who were all scrolling through their phones at once. Sharp gasps and whispered curses filled the room as they apparently all came across the headline story, and Changbin went to Jeongin who happened to be the closest, yanking the youngest boys phone from his hand to read the news.

A small fender bender had turned into a massive pileup on the highway, and while there was no set number for how many people had been injured or worse, judging by the amount of cars in the overhead picture at the top of the article, he was sure that it would be a lot. You were lucky to have made it out, to have been able to call him as quickly as you did considering how recent the accident had happened. He was lucky that you weren’t severely injured or worse.

“I need to get… I need to get to the hospital…” The words rolled out of Changbins mouth, although he wasn’t as loud now, and he was tripping over every syllable. His hands were still shaking and now his entire body seemed to tremble as well. There was no way that he’d be able to drive himself there, and there was no way any of the guys would allow him to be on the road in that state, especially considering the news story that had him wanting to rush to the hospital in the first place was about an accident.

Bangchan stood up, slipping his phone into his pocket and then walking over to Changbin, taking Jeongins phone out of his hand and handing it back to the maknae before ushering Changbin out of the room. “I’ll take you there, you need to calm down first though.” He was trying his best to calm him down, squeezing his shoulder and rubbing his back, but nothing seemed to be working. “Look, you know she’s alright. She called you. If there was anything seriously wrong, you wouldn’t have even gotten a phone call.”

And while the words were meant to be a means of reassuring him, Changbin could only shiver at the thought of something worse happening to you. What if something worse had happened? “I was so mad…” He mumbled, running his hands through his hair. “I yelled at her… I didn’t even listen… I’m the worst boyfriend in the world…” He was already worked up, but the more he spoke, the shakier his voice got, and it almost sounded like the words got stuck in his throat at one point as he started to sob. “What if she doesn’t want to see me? What if… If she kicks me out of the room? What if she sends me home?”

“Then you go home and you give her space…” Bangchan said, clearly not giving Changbin the answer that he had wanted. His head whipped so fast to look at the leader, his eyes wide, questioning whether that was something that he should really do. “Look… I know that you don’t want to go home… But you did kind of yell at her and you probably made her feel like shit, and you didn’t even listen to her… She was in a car accident and you… You were selfish.”

Shit. He was selfish… You probably didn’t want to be around him at all. Should he even go to the hospital at all? No… That question was stupid, even if you didn’t want to see him, he had to see you at least once to make sure you were okay. He climbed into the passenger seat of Chans car and slumped down as he put on his seatbelt. “What if she breaks up with me, hyung?” Changbin mumbled, his hands vigorously rubbing over his face as his tears fell slowly. “I can’t… I can’t perform without her… I can’t do anything without her.”

Chan sighed as he started up the car, driving slowly down the highway that was backed up still from the accident. He tried not to look at it, but Changbin had leaned forward to look around Chan as he drove by, his eyes widening when he saw the damage that was done, and then a small gasp mingled with a sob escaped him when he saw your car in the pileup. “She’s okay, Bin. You’ve talked to her…”

But Changbin shook his head, his breaths shallow and quick as his head fell forward. “I yelled at her… Do you see what she went through… And I yelled at her… I’m awful. I don’t deserve her…” He muttered, curling up into himself and resting his forehead against his knees. “How could I… I just assumed… Which isn’t right… I trust her… She said she’d be there and…”

He was beginning to ramble, his words barely even making sense, he was panicking both inwardly and outwardly and Chan was becoming increasingly worried about his friend. “Take a deep breath. Everything is going to be fine. I’m not gonna say it will be right now, but… She’s not going to be mad forever.” And Changbin knew that Chans honesty was, although disheartening, what he needed to hear. He didn’t want to walk into the hospital with the hope that everything would be 100% fine, it would only crush him more if you were to kick him out. He needed to he ready for anything.

Honestly, you weren’t sure why the hospital was still keeping you there. You were fine, well, as fine as you could be, but you knew that it could be worse. You were one of the lucky ones, and all you wanted to do was go home and curl up next to Changbin because, even though he was an ass, he was your safe spot, and you wanted nothing more than to feel safe after what you had just gone through.

The knock at the door had you sitting up, expecting Changbin to come in when you told him to, but instead the doctor peaked around the door with a smile before coming in fully. “How are you feeling?” He asked, and the question made you roll your eyes as your head continued to throb. “I know, it’s not the best situation but… It could have been worse. You’re lucky.” And you were, you knew that you were.

“Right… Thank you.” You mumbled, leaning back in the bed and looking up at the tv that was turned to the news station, the helicopter cameras giving an aerial shot of just how bad the accident had been. “How long do I have to be here?” You tried to sound like it wasn’t annoying to feel stuck there, but the doctor could clearly see that you were more than ready to go home.

“You hit your head quite hard, we just want to keep you overnight to make sure you don’t have any sort of concussion.” You sighed heavily, sinking further down into the bed and pulling the blanket up around you. “The nurse will be around in a little bit to check your gauze and change it. Try to get some rest or relax.” He patted the end of your bed, offering you a sympathetic smile before leaving you alone once again.

You didn’t have anything. Your phone and your purse had been left in the car when you were taken to the hospital, you were hoping that it would be retrieved and given back to you at some point, but it didn’t seem like that point would be any time soon. Another knock had you groaning loudly, expecting the nurse now as you mumbled out a “Come in…” just loud enough for the nurse to hear.

“My baby!” Changbin practically screamed as he rushed through the door, running straight to your bed and cupping your face in his hands. “I’m so sorry! Where does it hurt!? Are you in pain?! I’m so glad you’re alright!” He took a moment to look you over, noticing the way the gauze around your head was stained slightly red. “My beautiful girl… You must have been so scared… Are you okay?”

His voice softened and you felt the sudden urge to cry as you looked at him. You didn’t care that he had been an asshole on the phone, all you had wanted was for him to be there, and here he was. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, breathing in his scent and letting out the breath in a shaky sob. “It was awful… All I wanted was you… I kept asking for you, for them to get you… I needed you…” You whispered against his shirt, gripping onto it tightly.

You heard him sniffle softly beside your ear before his lips pressed quick kisses across your face. “I’m here… I’m so sorry… I know you’re probably mad at me… But I don’t want to leave you until I know you’re better.” He whispered through a shaky breath, and when he pulled back your eyes were more sad than before as you stared at him. “You’re gonna leave me?” You questioned, your eyes quickly dropping down to your hands that were worriedly picking at the fabric of the hospital blanket. “I’m… I’m not mad. I know that you wanted me there… And I would have called you to let you know what happened as soon as I got here, but my phone and my purse are still in the car…”

A quiet gasp escaped his pursed lips before he gently tilted your head up, pressing a kiss to your lips and then your nose and then giving you a small smile. “I’m not leaving you… I’m gonna stay right here…” He pointed to the floor beside your bed and then grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “We’re gonna go home together, and then I’m gonna take care of you until you feel 100% better. Then… I don’t care what anyone says, when I do shows, you’re coming with me. One scare is enough for a lifetime… and I want to spend my lifetime with you. I’m never leaving you alone again.”

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“So,” Joel says. “D’you think Tango would talk to me if I broke the bow again?”

Which, obviously, is a joke. Obviously. He’s a blummin’ actor, for goodness sake. He can handle an audience of one.

Even if that audience is Tango. And also– not quite an audience, is it, when you’re just two people having a conversation–

Grian pauses, looking up from where he's been checking Joel’s outfit, one hand tracing a seam. "Joel," He replies, deadpan. "You are not breaking another prop just ‘cuz you're bad at talking to people."

Joel bristles, oi! “I’m not bad at–!”

"Then talk to him like a normal person!" Grian retorts, rolling his eyes. He focuses his attention back on the costume, "Pretty sure he'll notice and chew you out for it anyway. I'm doing you a favor by telling you this, really." Joel scoffs.

He’s choosing not to reply to that, by the way. It’s a choice.

Joel lets Grian do his thing, double-checking his costume until Joel’s arms grow tired of staying up, pinning stuff into place and calling Cleo over for makeup stuff. Joel lets his mind drift, letting Grian lead him in front of a vanity mirror– Ah, look. His handsome face.

Joel studies his reflection for a moment, turning his head this way and that. And just before Grian leaves–

“…Would he really get mad?”

Grian pauses in the doorway, “Huh?” He frowns for a moment, squinting, then sighs. “Yes, Joel. You’re not that cute.”

“Oi!”

Grian lets the door shut with a click, his cackling muffled as he goes. That little…

Joel huffs, glowering at his reflection.

“Not that cute,” He grumbles. “I’m plenty cute. The cutest.”

Someone knocks on the door. Cleo pokes their head in, “Hey, Joel.”

“Hey,” He hasn’t stopped glaring at his reflection. “Don’t ask about Grian.”

Cleo lets herself in, “Wasn’t going to,” She says simply. “Now stop sulking and let me do your makeup.”

With great effort, (not really) Joel relaxes his face, his features smoothing out.

He looks good, is the thing. No matter what Grian has to say. Joel looks– good. Attractive. Drop-dead gor– whatever. The point is, he’s handsome, and he could woo whoever he wanted. Definitely.

(He thinks of Tango, gold-spun hair catching the stage lights, red eyes dark as wine.)

…Probably.

Joel bites the inside of his cheek. Ugh, he’s gonna be thinking about that all day, won’t he?

Stupid Grian.

—

(“Cleo,” Joel starts. “Am I hot?”

The brush on his face stops.

“The fuck?”)

—

He breaks the prop again.

In his defense, it was still mostly an accident. Mostly.

"How."

Joel squirms a little under Tango's gaze, hoo boy.

He holds up the broken prop bow, "Ehh, the uh. The thing is, I keep, like, using too much strength on it?" He grins, straightening his back. "You know, 'cuz I'm so strong and stuff. Happens uh, all the time, you know?” At Tango’s silence, he tacks on, “…It's annoying."

Tango raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. Joel's grin goes lopsided, withering under the look.

"I– uh," He thins his lips, runs his tongue over the front of his teeth. "...Sorry?"

Tango’s tail sways a little behind him, His arms are crossed, just. Looking at him.

Okay, Joel thinks, palms starting to sweat. Maybe Grian was right.

“You realize I’m not even a props guy, right?” Tango asks. Joel swallows. “Official title’s set designer.”

Joel is so fucked.

“I knew that,” Joel manages, still clutching the damn prop. “Just– you helped me fix it last time.”

And the time before that. And, also, the time before that.

…Joel’s sweating up a damn storm over here.

Eventually, Tango sighs.

"C'mere, I've got something for ya."

Joel's eyebrows leap up. He follows Tango as he leads him deeper backstage, past costume racks and other stage tech-y stuff– none of which Joel can make heads or tails of.

His mind races with questions, half of his brain going why is he leading me all the way back here while the other half is really trying not to ogle at Tango’s–

"There it is," Tango says, jolting him out of his thoughts. He scoops up what looks like a small toolkit, holds it out to Joel. "Here, for the next time you manage to break that poor bow again."

Joel opens his mouth, closes it again. He just stands there, dumbfounded and cheeks burning with shame, "I don't know how to–"

"You've seen me do it like five times, haven't you?" Tango asks, teasing. Joel's going to die. "You're a big boy, you can do it."

What'd he just call me, "Right," Joel squeaks, "That's– Right. Yeah."

He reaches out to grab it–

But Tango pulls it back, his grin growing wider.

"Wha–?"

Tango tilts his head, "There are better ways to get my attention, you know."

Joel's heart leaps into his throat.

He’s so fucked–!

It must show on his face, too, because then Tango laughs and it would've been a win if it weren't at him– "I'm serious, man! You didn't have to do all that stuff– You thought I wouldn’t notice?"

Tango shakes his head, gives Joel the toolkit. He closes Joel’s hand around it with his own.

Joel's breath hitches in his throat– Tango’s touch burns but in a good way, like sunlight on skin, like–

"It's not like you needed help getting my attention, anyway."

If this were a movie, Joel thinks this is where he’d hear a record scratch.

Hold on. Rewind. What?

Tango looks surprised, “Did you really not know?”

“I–” Joel closes his mouth. He’s trying to form words, honest, Tango’s hand is just so warm– “Would you believe me if I said I knew?”

Tango laughs, (Again! Joel’s mind crows.) “It wouldn’t be your best performance, I’ll tell you that much.”

“Answer’s no, then,” Joel replies, strangled. A pause. “No as in, I didn’t know– oh gosh, I hope I’m reading this right–”

Tango’s hand falls away, amusement twinkling in his red eyes. Joel tries to remember how to breath.

Tango’s lips pull up into a smile, “You know, you’re way different off-stage.”

Ouch. “Sorry to disappoint,” Joel blurts out, a faint sting in his chest. Tango’s eyes go wide.

“That’s not what I meant!” His tail lashes in panic, “You’re– you’re a completely different person on-stage, you know? Which I get is the point, you’re amazing, just…”

Joel blinks. Is his brain melting out of his ears? It feels like his brain is melting out of his ears.

It echoes in his head, you’re amazing.

A faint red dusts Tango’s cheeks, “…I think I kind of prefer the real deal.”

“Oh,” Joel says, voice faint. Tango’s blush deepens.

“I just made this weird, didn’t I–”

Joel’s brain kicks into gear, finally, “D’you wanna go out some time?” He asks. His hands shake, just a little. “Cuz I think you’re bloody brilliant, Tango, so if you’re gonna be saying stuff like that,” He swallows. “You better at least let me take you out to coffee.”

Tango’s grin is blinding, “Only if you promise to stop breaking props.”

Joel laughs, a giddy rush in his chest.

“I promise.”

(At the back of his mind– Take that, Grian!)

—

Somehow, somewhere, Grian just sneezed.

#ryan's writing #joeltek #joel smallishbeans #tangotek #tango tek #trafficshipping #trafficship #trafficshipblr #trafficblr #mcyt #mcyt au #idk . another au be upon ye (probably not gonna continue this tho)#grian #hes an important character. trust #not tagging cleo bc theyre there for 2 seconds

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hunieday · 10 months

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Momo - Idol Star Prince Stage Rabbit Chat

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access it, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Yuki: Momo, I’m coming over with Okarin right now.

Yuki: I think we'll be there in about 10 minutes.

Yuki: Momo?

Yuki:

Momo:

Momo: Roger that~~!!

Momo: Sorry for replying late 😭 I was taking a nap!

Yuki: I got scared.

Yuki: You always contact me first, so

Yuki: Were you up late last night?

Momo: Yeah 🥺

I had the morning off today, so I went for drinks with Mitsuki and got carried away 😆🍻

Momo: Sorry for worrying you ( ;∀;)

Yuki: If it's Mitsuki-kun, it's fine.

Yuki: As long as it’s not a suspicious person who came from who-knows-where to lure you away from me

Momo: Eek! Yuki...! Your handsome levels are so high that I’m fully alert and awake now 🤩💫

Yuki: Sometimes I could be the one who wakes you up. Not bad.

Momo: Then can Momo-chan pretend to be asleep tomorrow morning so you’d wake me up with your super handsome move? 🫶✨

Yuki: Hmm?

Yuki: Your text is too small for some reason. I can’t read it.

Momo: You’re hitting it aren’t you lololololol

Momo: How about we wake up early together once in a while ~(*´艸｀)

Yuki:

Momo: Ah! ! You're distracting me with a sticker!

Momo: I’ll have pull all the tricks i have under my sleeves to wake you up 😤

Yuki: I was really surprised when I got shoved into the car in my futon.

Momo: That’s the day I couldn’t come and wake you up right? because I had to go to another job. Okarin took drastic measures lolololol

Yuki: Isn’t Okarin too strong?

Momo: I heard that Maneko-chan was teaching him some good muscle training methods 😤

Yuki: You’re telling me that the cute Okarin is buff under those clothes? i hate it

Momo: It's funny when you imagine it so stop it lolol

Momo: Oh right!!! That day Okarin and I bombarded you with a demonic amount of rabbichats, but you didn’t wake up at all. And even after Okarin came and woke you up, you ignored my messages completely!

Momo: Just as you were worried about me because I responded late just now, at that time I was worried too !!!!

Yuki: Is that so?

Momo: Yes!! Go reread the rabbichat!!

Yuki: I don't remember when it happened so I can't find it

Momo: Try searching for "bird-brain" 💥

Yuki: Bird-brain

Yuki: It's true, you got angry

Yuki: I probably answered you out loud

Momo: But I couldn’t hear you obviously ?! ヾ(oﾟДﾟo)ﾉ

Momo: I got angry because Okarin sent me a report about your maintenance being over, but you yourself didn't inform me about it!

Yuki: What even is the end of maintenance?

Momo: A report from Okarin saying that Yuki has started service again (see: he’s awake) 😤

Momo: I can stay calm until the regular maintenance is over, but an unexpected emergency maintenance is troublesome cuz I don’t anticipate it 😤😤

Yuki: Somehow that sounds tough

Momo: A formidable enemy even😤‼️

Momo: By the way, hear me out…

Momo: Even my bedhead is too much of a formidable enemy today!!

Yuki: That’s hilarious

Momo: It looks like a japanese top knot 😆

Yuki: We’ll be there in about five minutes.

Momo: yikes~ lololol this is the kind of hair that would break even a makeup artist's spirit lolol

Yuki: Well then, today I'll wear my hair in a japanese top knot so we’d be matching.

Momo: Huhhh !? We’re not filming a variety show today, we have the Idol Star pamphlet shoot?!

Yuki: If we match, you wouldn’t feel lonely, right?

Momo:

Momo: Yuki, so handsome,,,😭 Coming up with the concept of a japanese top knot prince out of nowhere😭

Yuki: I just proposed the idea to Okarin and he immediately rejected it.

Yuki: Are you changing Idol Star’s concept into one of a lord?, he said.

Yuki: Aren't lords and princes the same thing?

Momo: You’re right lololol

Momo: But I think Yuki can become a handsome prince even with a japanese top knot! ! (*'ω'*)

Yuki: Really? You were angry at me earlier, did you calm down?

Momo: What?! You were actually worried about that?! I’m not mad at all !!!!!

Momo: Even if you’re a sleepyhead, even if you reply out loud to a rabbit chat, Yuki really is a super handsome super darling prince ‼️😭🫶

Yuki: The super handsome super darling prince will soon arrive at your house, Okarin is parking the car.

Momo: Yay‼️

Momo: I'll roll out the red carpet and wait (*ﾉωﾉ)

Momo:

#i7 #idolish7 #ainana #idolish7 translation #id7 #re:vale #momose sunohara #orikasa yukito #idol star #rabbitchat

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fan-fantasies · 9 months

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Learn to Love (p.1)

A/N: this is just the first part and I feel like it’s a lot of filler so I’m sorry if it’s not great! I’ve been in a pretty bad mental place recently and I’m trying to stick with writing as much as possible so please bear with me 🖤

Pairing: Rhea x Reader

Warnings: mean-ish Rhea, arguing, one suggestive comment, jealousy

Part two

“Interview starts in 10!” Your producer called to you while you finished getting your makeup done. You gave her a thumbs up and went back to playing on your phone.

“All done, gorgeous,” your makeup artist told you, setting down her brush.

“Thank you so much! You’re a miracle worker,” you chuckled, looking at yourself in the mirror.

“You could say that again,” Rhea scoffed, coming up behind you. Your smile immediately disappeared and was replaced with a scowl.

“I thought you had left already,” you snapped.

“They added an interview last minute. You know, since I’m in such high demand and all,” she said with a smirk. You rolled your eyes and got up from your chair.

“Yeah well so am I, so if you don’t mind I’ll be going now.”

“Trust me, I never mind you leaving,” she said.

To say that the two of you didn’t get along was an understatement. Ever since coming up from NXT, you had a target on your back from most of the women. You never expected to have one from the women’s champion. She knew what it was like to be a rising star so a part of you had hoped she might take you under her wing. All dreams of that were dashed, however, when she started having an attitude toward you. You gave it right back, of course, not wanting anyone to view you as weak.

“Thank you so much for joining us! What you’ve done so far in NXT and now on the RAW Roster is incredible. Some people are saying you’re the next Rhea Ripley. What do you have to say to that?” The interviewer asked.

“I say that Rhea wishes she was the next me,” you scoffed. You saw Rhea watching behind the cameras with anger in her eyes.

“She better watch out, because I’m coming for her throne.”

Rhea left after that, allowing you to finish your interview in peace. You found her not too long after, though, in Vince’s office.

“She’s a spoiled brat! She shouldn’t even be on the roster,” she told him.

“Maybe you should put that title on the line and we can see who really doesn’t belong here,” you snapped.

“You haven’t earned the right to be in the ring with me.”

“Oh what? You expect me to kiss the ground you walk on just cuz you’re the champ? I don’t think so!”

“Enough!” Vince yelled, making the both of you freeze. “The both of you are going to stop acting like children and you’re going to learn to work together. And better yet, you’re gonna learn to love it!”

“I’m sorry, sir,” you mumbled quietly, looking at your shoes.

“You’re gonna do more than say sorry. You’re gonna have a championship match,” he said with a smug smile.

“Sir, with all due respect, I don’t think she should just be handed a title match against me,” Rhea argued. The smile never left his face.

“And who said it was against you, dear? The two of you will be having a title match, but not as opponents- as tag partners.”

“What?” You both yelled.

“You’re going to learn to get along and work together. Frankly, we’re all sick of the back and forth between you. So put that passion toward something better than petty arguments,” he told you. “From now on, you will eat together, sleep together, and train together. You will learn to be a functional, and maybe even successful, team.”

“But-“

“Nope! You’re dismissed. Go work out your new schedules,” he said, waving you both out of the room. You knew there was no arguing with him once he set his mind to something.

You both left the room feeling defeated. How were you going to work with this horrible woman?

“Listen, I don’t know what your training regimen is, but you’re gonna have to kick it up a notch if you want to work with me,” Rhea snapped.

“Let’s get one thing straight, I don’t want to work with you. But since I have to, let’s make this as painless as possible. We can train at the same time, we can stay in the same room, but we don’t have to do anything together.”

You missed the disappointed flicker in Rhea’s eyes but it was quickly masked with frustration.

“And how do you suggest we learn to work with each other then?” She asked.

“I know how you work, you should know how I work, and that’s that. We’re both fantastic in the ring so we shouldn’t have a problem there.”

“Did you just say something nice about me?” She asked with a smirk.

“Don’t get used to it!”

You let out one final huff before storming off. Rhea didn’t bother chasing after you, knowing she’d have to see you again eventually.

Vince was already one step ahead of you, calling the hotel and switching your reservation. You were now roomed with Rhea but you didn’t plan on spending much time around her. She always made you feel second best, and you didn’t want to put up with it.

The hotel you were staying at had a pool, so you figured you’d take advantage and try to relax.

“Hey, I heard the good news!” Someone said, jogging up behind you to catch the elevator.

“You and I have very different definitions of good,” you sighed, turning to face Dominik.

“Well if you’re partnered with Rhea that means you’ll get to hang out with the fam more often,” he said happily. You couldn’t help but soften your scowl. He was like a golden retriever and you knew he had good intentions.

“I don’t think I’ll be around that much, considering we kinda can’t stand each other,” you chuckled.

“She doesn’t hate you, I just don’t think she knows how to express her feelings that well,” he sighed.

“And what feelings would those be?” You asked, actually intrigued. Before he could answer, the elevator door opened and you immediately heard a scoff.

“Just because we’re sharing a room doesn’t mean we have to share our friends too.”

Rhea stormed off the elevator and stood between you and Dom.

“I’m allowed to be friends with whoever I want, but don’t worry I’m not gonna come for your little ‘family’.”

You stepped onto the elevator and quickly pressed the button to close the door. You and Rhea continued to glare at each other until they were closed.

You let your tough demeanor fall once you were alone. When you had arrived from NXT, you wanted to make friends. You so badly wanted to be accepted, but Rhea was making that harder. You’d never admit it, but you were jealous of the close kinship she had with her stable. They seemed like a proper family and part of you craved that- part of you hoped this might be an opportunity to change things. But with every passing interaction with Rhea, those hopes faded away.

You spent as much time as possible at the pool, not wanting to go back to the room. Maybe she would stay with Dom or Damien, avoiding staying in the room with you. When you got back upstairs, you found that you weren’t that lucky.

“Back so soon?” She asked as soon as you walked in the door.

“Have to come back to my room eventually.” You rolled your eyes and went to your back. You didn’t get to see the way Rhea’s eyes traveled your bathing suit-clad body, licking her lips appreciatively.

“Our room, sweetheart,” she reminded you.

“As if I could forget,” you signed. “I’m gonna take a shower.”

“Is that an invite?” She asked with a smirk, her comment making you snort.

“We don’t literally have to do everything together,” you said, a faint smile playing on your lips.

“Worth a shot,” she mumbled, glad the mood had lightened a bit.

She waited until she heard the water start to lay back against the pillows. Maybe this could be bearable, if you guys could put your pride aside and try to get along. That would be easier said than done.

The next morning, Rhea woke up before you and contemplated not waking you. She wanted to get a workout in before the flight and knew Vince would want you to join. But you looked so peaceful sleeping she didn’t want to disturb you. She wouldn’t tell anyone that though, she’d say it’s because she doesn’t want you to join her in the gym.

She figured she could soften the blow if she had a peace offering. So off she went to grab coffee, remembering your specific order to a T.

She got back to the room and was happy to find you still asleep.

“Hey, hey wake up,” she whispered, shaking you gently. “Time to get up.”

“No, it’s not,” you groaned. She shook your iced coffee which made you peek one eye open. “Or yes it is.”

“I figured we’d get a workout in before the flight,” she suggested.

“How’d you remember my order?” You asked, taking a sip.

“I mean it’s pretty simple and you always get the same thing,” she said with a shrug.

“Well thanks, I guess. So uh to the gym then?” You asked. She nodded and headed out, making you promise you’d meet her down there.

You didn’t know where this side of Rhea was coming from but you didn’t mind it. You still kept your guard up, though.

You got ready quickly and made your way down to the gym. Rhea had already started warming up so you stuck to the other side of the gym to do your own thing.

“You came!” Dom said excitedly, jogging over to you.

“Figured I should try to be a team player,” you sighed.

“Well I’m glad you came. I know she is too, even if she won’t admit it,” he whispered, making you look over at Rhea who was already watching.

“I don’t know about that,” you said. He threw an arm around your shoulder and gave you a squeeze.

“I know she’s rough around the edges, but she’ll come around.”

Rhea wasn’t sure what Dom was saying to you but she felt jealousy bubble up inside. She stopped what she was going and went over to the two of you.

“This isn’t social hour, we need to get to work,” she snapped. You scowled at her sudden outburst. You figured she didn’t want you getting close to Dom so you stepped away.

“You can go workout or do whatever, and I’ll just do my own thing,” you said.

“If we’re gonna win, we need to push each other,” she insisted.

“You push my buttons, does that count?” You asked, flashing her an annoying smile.

“Just shut up and workout,” she sighed. Dom gave her a pointed look but she ignored him. He shook his head and walked away, telling you he’d see you later.

You wrapped up your workout early and went back to the room without telling Rhea. You wanted to pack and head to the airport a little early.

“Do you usually skip out of training?” Rhea asked, making you jump when you heard her voice.

“Only when I’m not wanted there.”

“What are you talking about?” She asked, coming over to you.

“I don’t know what I did to make you hate me, but I’m over it. I promise I’m not trying to steal Dom away from you,” you answered. “Is that what the issue is? You think I want your little boyfriend?”

Rhea was taken back by your outburst and really had to think for a minute. Deep down, she knew why she acted the way she did around you. And she was jealous- just not of you. She wasn’t worried you would take Dom away, she just didn’t want anyone to take you away.

“Well I don’t. I promise he’s all yours,” you said, throwing your hands up.

“He’s not my boyfriend; he’s like a brother,” she said.

“Well whatever he is, you can have him. But you can’t isolate me from everyone in the company!”

“I’m not isolating you,” she argued.

“You are! You haven’t welcomed me and you’ve made sure no one else has had the chance! Dom is just trying to be nice to me but it seems like anytime he gets close to me you’re stepping in.”

Her gaze softened and she took a step toward you. You put your hand up to stop her.

“He said you have a hard time expressing your feelings, but you make it very clear you don’t like me so he doesn’t have to defend you anymore. I’ll keep my distance and we’ll just fake our way through the tag match, deal?” You picked up your bag and headed toward the door.

“I don’t dislike you,” Rhea said, too quietly for you to hear as you walked out of the room.

She knew she had messed up and Dom was right, she was horrible at expressing her feelings. The truth was she didn’t know how you made her feel; it was all new to her. You were captivating and intriguing and Rhea wanted more than anything to be close to you and that scared her. So she did the irrational thing and pushed you away; but now she realized just how much damage she had done.

She knew you’d be seated next to her on the flight and made a plan to talk to you basically since you couldn’t escape. She needed to explain her actions, or at least try to.

Rhea didn’t see you at the airport despite you being there before her. She figured you were avoiding her.

The flight began to board and she found her seat, nervously waiting for you to join her.

“I get the window seat? Sweet!” Damian explained, pushing past her.

“That’s your seat?” Rhea asked, clearly confused.

“Yeah well your bestie asked me to switch and after hearing what’s been going on from Dom I agreed,” he answered with a disappointed look.

“Yeah well I wanted to apologize to her but now it looks like that won’t be happening anytime soon,” she frowned.

“She’s a sweet girl and one hell of a wrestler; I think it would be good for you to try and get to know her.”

“Well maybe next time don’t agree to switch seats so I can do that,” she sighed.

“I’m just saying, I think you two could be good for each other,” he said.

“What does that mean?” Rhea asked, her face heating up. Damian just shrugged and gave her a knowing look.

Rhea stood up and looked around the plane, eyes finally landing on you. You were sitting next to Shayna, fully engrossed in whatever she was saying to you.

You finally looked up and caught her gaze. Your lips formed into a tight line and you immediately looked away.

“You okay?” Shayna asked, placing a comforting hand on your arm.

“Yeah, never better,” you said with a soft smile.

Rhea’s heart sank and jealousy began to bubble up inside once again. But she knew she couldn’t interfere. She just had to get through the flight and hope you’d let her explain yourself at the hotel.

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Let me know what you think!

#rhea ripley x reader #rhea x reader #Rhea ripley #wwe rhea ripley #Rhea ripley angst #rhea ripley fanfiction

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hazbinbossbrainrot · 2 months

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Hazbin Hotel Headcanons:

- Bee & Angel would be best friends (the common denominator being that they’re both insects and have musical abilities)

- Angel Dust doesn’t know the rest of the Seven Deadly Sins except Asmodeus the King of Lust (cuz go figure 🤭) which is his favourite

<> His least favourite Deadly Sin is Mammon (because he reminds him too much of Valentino)

- Angel & Husk have private conversations in Italian because no one else understands

- Husk has reading glasses (boat-shaped) but refuses to use them 😂

- Anthony (Angel Dust) definitely watched RuPaul’s Drag Race when he was alive

- Emily is actually Charlie’s half sister (staying here until confirmed otherwise 🤭)

- Despite being annoyed with Angel Dust (as a person); Alastor gets taught the “gay language” like ‘that’s the tea' etc

- Angel Dust definitely now sings “Loser, Baby” all the time to himself (like the rest of us 🤣)

- Cherri Bomb feels inferior to Husk because 1. She’s Angel’s best friend first and 2. He stops him from being “fucked up”

- Angel Dust has characteristics of ASD (considering that his personality is based on Alaska Thunderfuck who’s definitely on the spectrum with a combination of Trixie Mattel) and also ADHD

- It was stated that Husk was/is family oriented so I definitely have a hunch that he’d would have a family before he died

- Angel Dust (due to the abuse from Valentino) would have a praise/validation kink with a significant other

- Husk’s room is a representation of Las Vegas and has a poker table (for sure!) and a scratching post to file down his claws 😂

- Angel unofficially dated (?) Valentino before things started going downhill (increasingly fast & really bad)

- Alastor had a passion for dad jokes (and annoys everyone with it 😂)

- Husk was definitely friends with good Bee back when he was an overlord (common denominator being their passion being honesty and authenticity)

- Angel habitually locks his door (even at the Hazbin Hotel) because it makes him feel safer

<> Because of this Husk either respectfully knocks on the door or leaves his gift (a bottle of alcohol) outside

- Frank (one of the Egg Boiz) becomes roommates with Angel after he saved his life in 1x08 🥹

- Angel Dust ironically has arachnophobia 🤣 (AKA “fear of spiders”)

- Husk is a gentleman (more implied than HC) in a 101 ways and definitely would be the “old-fashioned” type

- Alastor forces Husk to keep his “overlord attire” to as a reminder of what he had lost

- Angel Dust’s best feature of his body (canonically implied) is chest however — outside of work — will only let certain people touch it

<> Which kind makes sense since he shows off his chest (proud) but keeps his feet hidden (insecure)

- Charlie and Angel Dust have a sibling relationship (definitely canonically implied) but extended of that she’d ask for his opinion or ask him to do her makeup for a big event or something more significant

- When drunk and angry Angel definitely rambles in Italian but no one else understands (except Husk)

- The Seven Deadly Sins are all best friends (except for Mammon)

- Angel Dust has age regression (which is very common victims who have PTSD)

- Husk always makes gambling idioms ~ ie: “I keep my cards to my chest” (translation: I’m a private person)

- Angel Dustdied on his birthday date which is why he doesn’t like to celebrate it anymore

- The minute Charlie learns that Angel is Italian; she goes out of her way to learn the language (as any good surrogate sibling would 🥹)

- Husk doesn’t enjoy card games that don’t involve gambling (so ie Blackjack which is more about getting the numbers than betting money) but sometimes would do it for fun ~ very rarely though

- Niffty & Charlie are actually huge “Huskerdust” fans and would do anything to get Angel and Husk together

- If Husk ever drank coffee he’d have a short or long black without sugar or milk (which often shows maturity)

- Once Angel Dust is comfortable with someone he’d constantly lay on the dad jokes (especially the 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 fruity 🏳️‍🌈 ones)

- Husk waits up for Angel Dust — whether it be 5 AM in the morning— before packing up the bar

- Every 🩷 motif on Angel Dust are the places he’s most sensitive area (so technically his sweet spots)

- Despite Husk being an alcoholic he has actually has a high tolerance of alcohol and would take a lot to get to that point (something emotional related)

- Husk’s real name is either a “Henry” (most likely), “Huxley” or a “Henrik”

<> Henry means “estate ruler” which I thought made the most sense because he owned a casino at one point 🤔

- Adam admires Angel Dust and his porn videos so much he copied his eyeliner (same shape and everything 🤣)

- Alastor cheated when he challenged Husk to a game of cards (there’s no way he wouldn’t have)

- Husk’s casino is called “The Lucky Cat” (or something like that) which is funny because it’s the opposite of him

- Vaggie mistakes Huskerdust’s flirting (who are clearly dating) as Angel sexually harassing Husk 🤣

- Husk zodiac sign is a Leo ♌️ (🐱)

- Angel definitely teases Husk about his age despite being 12 years younger than him (or supposed to be if he hadn’t died in his 30s)

- Husk hates cats which is why he hates his sinner form so much and hates the animal noises that comes out (particularly when matching with the right mood)

- Niffty definitely “ships” Huskerdust and definitely makes fanfiction about them 🤭

- Angel Dust would definitely get triggered by Alastor if he pulled Husk’s chain in front of him (because it mentally brings the former right back to Valentino again)

- Whenever Cherri Bomb and Husk argue Angel Dust is quick to diffuse the situation (not canon but definitely implied in 1x06 “Welcome to Heaven”)

- Husk can read nonverbals not just because it’s necessary for a bartender but also necessary for a gambler (literally need exceptional body language skills to see if someone is bluffing etc)

- Angel Dust becomes “Anthony” whenever he’s severely intoxicated or drugged up

- Fat Nuggets acts like a emotional support animal which is why Angel Dust doesn’t have the heart to rehome him (despite being gifted by Valentino)

- After watching Princess and the Frog for the umpteenth time Angel officially calls Husk “Shadowman” (IFYKYK 🤭) much to his annoyance 😂

- Husk was a bouncer before he died (he definitely had that “bouncer” energy in episode 1x04)

- Angel Dust doesn’t have Voxflix so he has to sometimes miss RuPaul’s Drag Race (and gets irritable when he has sacrifice missing it 🤣)

- Lucifer brings in the other Deadly Sins to help out with Charlie’s hotel as a side job thing and make them become “teachers” for their respective sins

- Husk was/is also very good friends with Beelzebub (back when he was overlord) because of their common interest in authenticity and alcoholism 🤭

- When Angel said “Gawd Niff why you being such a mess?!” in 1x06 he was probably quoting off something that Henroin, his father, said to him

Huskerdust / Anthusker edition:

- Angel is terrified of horror movies (however picks them out regardless for the sake of jumping into Husk’s arms when picking out movies 🤣)

- Husk is definitely “forced” (metaphorically) to watch RuPaul’s Drag Race with Angel Dust and would be the type to get upset if he watched it without him 🤣

- Husk & Angel call each other “baby” and “loser” (affectionately) because it reminds them of their duet

- Fat Nuggets, Frank (post 1x08 🤭), & Niffty are definitely Angel & Husk’s “children” 😂

- Husk due to being the “King of Consent” always fusses about being able to touch Angel even when given the okay 🤣

- Angel goes to Husk’s room whenever he has PTSD / nightmares about Valentino (platonically)

- Husk keeps the “Huskerdust dynamic” with Angel Dust in front of other people; but in private he’s more laidback towards him

- Husk is actually sensual and clingy within the relationship with someone (which is why he’s so emotionless before getting intimate with someone)

- Angel & Husk sing/dance to each other when feeling down to make each other feel better

- Husk definitely watches Angel Dust’s porn movies in private in his spare time (mainly at bedtime where there’s no one around 🤭)

- Angel uses the white noise of Husk’s saxophone to help him sleep (especially after a nightmare about Valentino)

- Husk sings / whistle “Loser, Baby” constantly to himself (and sometimes Angel Dust joins in)

<> Huskerdust have a sort of “pact” that if Angel wants any sort of physical contact with Husk he either has to make the first move or give him a “green light” (because Husk won’t take initiative until allowed )

- Anthony first fell in love with Husk (who fell harder) — since the pilot episode 🤭 — but didn’t know how else how to react so he relied on “Angel Dust’s” personality

- Husk is the “take it slow” type of person (implied) and not the one to always rush into a relationship

- Angel & Husk would definitely go for midnight flights with this soundtrack in the background:

- Husk always gets roped into cuddles & purring (particularly when Angel has one of his rough nights of being SA'd 💔😭)

- Angel is obsessed with Husk’s tonality and gets all sorts of worked up (in a good, sexual way)

- Huskerdust constantly argue about whether Angel should go to Heaven or stay in Hell with Husk ~ which often lead to a heated make out session 🤭

- Angel goes to Husk’s room whenever he has PTSD / nightmares about Valentino (platonically)

<> Husk cuddles Angel — for the umpteenth time — he’s had any sort of nightmare & or PTSD (intimately)

<> Husk’s favourite part of Angel’s body would be his chest and his gold tooth every time he smiled

- Angel always sends acronyms to Husk which irritates the latter in frustration not knowing what it means (ie BAE etc) 🤣

<> Huskerdust would come to an agreement of having an “open relationship” (practically polygamous) due to the fact that Angel Dust is a sex worker & pornstar

- Angel Dust is foreign to lubricants (or if he does know he’s used to it in a very little amounts) and might need a “reintroduction” to a brief sex-ed lesson with the right person

- When in a very drunken state Husk always subconsciously finds himself in front of Angel’s door and knocks on it without thinking 🤭

- Even as Anthony — Angel Dust — will make occasional dirty jokes or sexual innuendos (even in front of Husk) but it’s genuine rather than OTT hypersexuality

- Husk always thinks (internally) that Angel is beautiful every day but really falls hard when he’s just woken up with disheveled hair and no makeup on

Credits to: @a-schmoozer-and-a-dummy

- Even when dating Angel Anthony gets a little anxious about the topic of sex when talking to Husk (and quickly shuts it down)

- Husk always puts planning his dates with Angel 200% effort and goes to great lengths (also always thinking of the best romantic spots to take him)

- Angel always end up falling asleep against Husk’s chest (especially when the purring starts 🤭)

- Post episode 4+ (hopefully gonna happen in S2) Husk lets Angel rest his legs over his lap

Credits to: @huskerdustfanart for giving me this idea

- Angel tries to teach Husk how to use his phone and what certain apps actually do 🤣 (much to his irritation of being able to use it)

- Husk doesn’t like other people sitting on the counter of his bar however will let Angel do it (which is saying a lot in itself 🤭)

Credits to: @triona-tribblescore for giving me this idea

- Angel often suggests Husk to give him a massage after he’s finished working (knowing full well he loves them) which the other always consents to and ends up sighing with absolute satisfaction 🥰

- Huskerdust actually met as humans (since their timeline is roughly within each other) but forgot they met by the time they arrived in Hell — what with being 12 years apart — and chose different names for themselves entirely

- Angel teaches himself how to read non verbals (by being around Husk so much 🤭) and roast people

- Husk loves Angel Dust’s New Yorker accent but enjoys his Italian one even more — even when he rambles in fluent Italian — because he likes to think that was his “real self”

- Huskerdust often do slow dancing together (like Sway with Me or the Tango)

- Despite being a bottom Angel will rarely suggest he becomes a top with Husk once he starts to see the other get slightly exhausted 🥰

- Husk takes care of Fat Nuggets for Angel Dust whilst he’s at work (bonus points if he ensures their “children” are safe and looks after them as well)

- Angel doesn’t like anyone else using the term “loser” (takes it as an insult) unless it’s Husk as if it’s one of those inside joke things

- Husk always gives Angel a piggy back ride when he’s either really drunk or emotionally exhausted after work

- Angel boasts to everyone that he’s in the one in “charge” (as a top) of his and Husk’s relationship 🤣

- Huskerdust would definitely be the type of couple to always be in their “honeymoon phase”

- When Angel gives cuddles to Husk he always gives him head scratches and rubs his ears (where cats like it the most in real life)

- Husk always gives Angel a “Sex On The Beach” cocktail ad an inside joke about their past relationship

- After work Angel always gets escorted at night by Husk (like the minute his shift ends 🥰) to protect him from both Valentino and any unsavoury people

- Husk puts music on and starts to dance around (ie dramatically impersonating Elvis Presley) just to make Angel Dust even if it meant he gets to mock him for it

- Angel loves everything about Husky (although he’d love him 10x more when he’s his usual grumpy self)

- Husk would be the type of dad to build stuff from scratch for his kids (besides Angel loves his men with a tool; so it’s a win-win situation 😜

Angel pulls a “Gloria” (from Modern Family ) when it comes to refusing to take his heels off — even when they start to hurt his feet

<> Which makes Husk — being the gentleman he is — go and buys something comfortable for him 🥹

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- Husk buys a pink set of cards for Angel (so he can play against him for fun 🤭)

- Angel sneezes mouse-like (small and feminine) and Husky sneezes whale-like (large and loud)

#I can definitely see these happening 😂#headcanons are so fun to do!#hcs #also known as anthusker 🤭#constantly updating #hazbin hotel #huskerdust #Spotify

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heyiwrotesomethings · 11 months

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DEMON SLAYER CUZ YESSSSSSSS.

shinobu x female reader

I wanna kick uzuis ass again soooooooo

Uzui is being a dick to everyone because he is in a mood and make fun of shinobu (u find the reason nth comes to mind rn) and the reader having an awful day herself kicks his ass and brings him to his wives "next time that disgrace you call a husband insults my soon to be wife again I'm gonna cut his tongue of and shove it so far up his ass it will come out of his mouth again 🙃

have a good day ladies oh and do keep him a check or I will 🙂 byeeeee"

gl finishing all of those rqst

Bad Morning

Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Reader

A/N: I don’t know what’s up with me, but this threat was a bit too descriptive for me and since this is like, at least the third time we’re beating Uzui up, this one is kind of lackluster, apologies! Hopefully I still got the message across lol. Hope you still like it! Word Count: ~1,220

Uzui Tengen woke up on the wrong side of the bed earlier that morning. Which was to say Suma had accidentally pushed Makio out of bed, which in turn lead to Makio dragging her out of said bed by the ankles in retaliation. Tengen tried his best to ignore them and focus on Hinatsuru’s cute mumblings as she turned to lay on her other side, but Makio’s growls and Suma’s cries made it downright impossible.

“Could you two keep it down, goddamnit! Why does this have to happen every morning?!”

“Maybe we should invest in a bigger bed.” Hinatsuru murmured, pressing a pillow over her head.

“Or we just make Suma sleep on the floor. She kicked me last night too and I have the bruise to prove it!” Makio pulled up the hem of her sleepware to show the bruise her thigh was sporting and Suma wailed.

“I’m sorry! Let me kiss it better! Don’t make me sleep on the floor Makio, please!”

“Nobody is sleeping on the floor!” Tengen groaned. “I’ll get a bigger bed, okay? Can I just get one more hour of sleep—“

“Caw!” Nijimaru came in through the window with flapping wings and rattling beads. A damn fine, flamboyant bird if Tengen did say so himself, but he couldn’t think of anyone he’d rather see less at the moment. “You’ll be late for the meeting if you stay in bed any longer, Uzui!”

“Damn it all, that’s today?” Tengen shot out of bed, jamming his toe against the bedside table. He cursed and limped his way to the bathroom, now even more pissed because he would have to skip his morning skin care routine if he was going to make it to Oyakata-sama’s mansion in time.

He barely had enough time to bathe and put on his makeup before heading out the door. No time to even eat breakfast. At least Suma ran him some toast at the door and jumped up to give him a quick peck on the cheek. It certainly made up for the rude awakening at least, sweet girl.

Still, all the toast and kisses in the world couldn’t make him shake off the sour mood he was in. His morning routine was sacred. When his routine was disturbed, it honestly felt like his whole day was ruined.

People have bad days. It’s normal to maybe ask for a little space, to tell people you aren’t really feeling yourself, but the moment you use your bad morning as an excuse to be shitty to other people, then expect your day to get much, much worse.

“Iguro, come on man. Can you get your scrawny ass outta my way? Shouldn’t you be sitting like a broody tree’d raccoon by now?”

“We’re talking, walk around. It’s a fucking garden.” Sanemi was quick to shoot back as Obanai glared.

“Nobody can make anything easy today, can they?” Tengen sighed loudly, bumping into Sanemi as he walked past the two fuming men.

He rested in his usual spot, hoping to maybe get a little bit more sleep in before the Master arrived. However, Mitsuri was talking up a storm with Shinobu and (Y/n) and the excitement in her voice as she spoke made it hard for Tengen to relax.

“She made me dango for helping me get her cat out of the tree! Isn’t that great? It was really good too! And then—!”

“Gods, Kanroji,” Tengen groaned, “would it kill you to take a page out of Tomioka’s book and be quite for once?”

“Hey! What the hell is your problem?” (Y/n) scowled.

“Just because you woke up on the wrong side of the bed, it doesn’t give you license to make everyone else around you feel miserable as well.” Shinobu chimed in, she put a reassuring hand on Mitsuri’s shoulder while she gave Tengen a disapproving look.

“I’m gonna kill that bastard.” Obanai growled, Kaburamaru hissed in agreement.

“Perhaps you should take a page out of Tomioka-san’s book and butt out of conversations that have nothing to do with you, hm? Contrary to what your ego may tell you, the world does not revolve around you.” Shinobu added for good measure.

“Big words for somebody so small. I could crush you like a grape between my fingers.”

“Uzui, my friend! You should stop talking before you say something you’ll really regret!” Rengoku advised.

“So disgruntled,” Shinobu tisked pityingly, “Given how out of sorts you are this morning, I doubt you could even brush me with those meaty, perpetually sweaty hands.

Tengen took a deep breath through clenched teeth, but (Y/n) spoke up before him, her voice low, warning,

“Uzui-san, I’d listen to Rengoku-san if I were you. Act like an adult and let it go. With any luck, the meeting will be over in an hour and you can sleep the rest of the day away.”

“Tch,“ Tengen sneered, “how about this, you tell your little, and I do mean shrimpy, puny, girlfriend to zip it, and then I will too.”

“I am not her keeper.” (Y/n) said through gritted teeth.

“Well if she can’t keep her mouth shut, why should I?!”

“Ah, my deepest apologies, Uzui-san,” Shinobu began, not looking very sorry at all, “(Y/n) and I had a rather late night in the lab ourselves. My mistake for trying to hold you to the same standards we hold ourselves to.”

Tengen was seeing red. He wanted to wipe that perfect little smile right off of Shinobu’s face and before he could think better of it, he had thought of something to say that would hit her where it would hurt.

“Wipe that fake-ass smile off your face, little Kanae wannabe. You want to imitate her so bad, start by acting like less of a bitch maybe.”

Well, that sure made the smile fall from Shinobu’s lips. Her expression became impassive, an eerie blankness, but no one took the time to really notice because (Y/n) was already leaping to her feet, kicking up pebbles that scattered over Tengen’s thighs as she got closer.

“The fuck did you just say?!” Sanemi growled, his head snapping towards Uzui.

“Uzui-san, I know you can be abrasive, but that kind of talk is unacceptable.” Gyomei spoke up for the first time that day and that was how Tengen knew he might have really fucked up.

“Okay, okay, you are a fucking dead man now! I don’t give a damn about you not getting your beauty sleep, you wanna play nasty, we’ll play nasty alright!”

(Y/n) knew Shinobu could take care of herself, but she also knew that Uzui had hit a nerve. Like Shinobu had said, they had a tough night, tougher than Uzui’s, she imagined. She had been helping Shinobu with her latest experiment on her journey to find a poison that could end an Upper Moon.

Despite all of the promising research, the experiment had fallen flat, or well, more accurately caused a small explosion that (Y/n) and Shinobu spent the next three hours cleaning up after. Thankfully they had been wearing the proper gear during the whole ordeal, but they still smelt overwhelmingly of wisteria.

(Y/n) got close enough to Uzui that he could smell it on her and the potency stung his nose. She grabbed him by the collar of his uniform and he engulfed her wrist with his hand—

“Oyakata-sama is coming!” Mitsuri squealed, noticing two of the Master’s children leading him around the building. It must have been one of his good days and he decided to take a stroll.

“I’m not done with you.” (Y/n) hissed, letting go of Uzui’s uniform with a shove before quickly dropping to the ground.

“You’re like a yappy little dog,” he sneered, “All I gotta say is, ‘boo!’ and you’ll be shaking in your sandals.”

“The first thing I’m gonna do is cut out your own tongue and feed it to you, asshole.”

Tengen grit his teeth together. The Master was much too close now to continue trading vulgarities.

Tengen started out the meeting boiling hot, but listening to the Master speak had its usual calming affects and before Tengen knew it, he was in a relaxed, meditative state. It was the closest thing to sleep one could have while awake. It was like magic. The Master bid them all farewell and Tengen inhaled deeply, then released a relaxed exhaled, tension leaving his shoulders. He felt so much better—

(Y/n)’s fist came sailing at him with all the force of a mantis shrimp and she decked him, making direct contact with his temple.

“Alright Uzui, how about you and me go for a little stroll?” (Y/n) grunted, heaving the hulking man to his feet was no simple task, especially now that he was having a hard time standing up himself after that vision spotting hit. She turned to look back at Shinobu with adoration and concern, “Would you like to come along, dear?”

“I suppose.” Shinobu shrugged before rising to her feet as well. Truthfully, she didn’t want to have to look at Uzui for another minute, but if (Y/n) accidentally killed him, that would be one less Hashira and they were already spread thin enough as it was.

The remaining Hashira, that cared enough to, watched on as (Y/n) pulled Tengen away from the mansion by his ear, very thankful they weren’t in his shoes at that moment.

Tengen shuffled down the path, bending with (Y/n)’s sharp pushes and pulls while the two women discussed what they should eat for lunch. Sadistic beings…

Though it was hard for his eyes to focus because of that sharp punch to his temple, he soon recognized the scenery and realized (Y/n) was taking him home, to what end, he was afraid to find out.

“Good afternoon, ladies.” He heard (Y/n)’s muffled voice through the ringing in his ears.

“Oh gods, what did he do this time?” Makio groaned.

“(Y/n)-san, I don’t know what he did, but please, be a little more gentle with him.” Hinatsuru requested hesitantly.

She was hesitant because she knew her husband had a track record of saying or doing stupid things. Even Suma, the most sympathetic of the bunch, could agree that sometimes getting slapped around a little bit was warranted when it came to their husband’s unfiltered words and uncouth actions.

“Don’t worry, I caught him off guard with the first punch, so I didn’t go any further. I probably nearly fractured his skull since he didn’t think to defend himself at all, don’t you think so, Shinobu?”

“Oh yes, given how he’s been wobbling, and that he threw up in the bushes on the way here, it’s safe to say he would have been in real trouble if you had decided to keep going.”

Makio, Hina and Suma paled, quickly taking possession of their loopy husband when (Y/n) offered him to them. It was difficult to keep all that muscle up right, so they could only imagine just how furious (Y/n) was to have been able to basically drag him all the way home.

“The next time your disgraceful, woefully un-flamboyant husband says or does anything that hurts my fiancée, intentionally or not, he may not make it back to you in one piece. Understand?”

“Yes, we’ll talk to him. I’m sorry.” Hinatsuru hung her head low.

“You have nothing to apologize for, but when your husband snaps out of it, you might suggest he start looking for ways to atone because I’m not quite so sure I could hold myself back if I see him again too soon. That single punch was not satisfying at all.”

“We’ll work on it.” Makio swore.

“We promise! Please don’t kill him!” Suma sobbed.

“I won’t kill him, too much paperwork.” (Y/n) promised, then after a pause added, “Well, I wouldn’t kill him on purpose anyway.”

“Here,” Shinobu stepped up to the three horrified looking wives and handed Hinatsuru a small paper bag, “I suspect he has a concussion. I have provided all instructions and materials needed to give him proper treatment.”

“Thank you…” the three answered in unison.

Shinobu gave them a short nod of acknowledgment before linking back up with (Y/n). The two strolled off like nothing had happened, smiling and gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes as they disappeared over the hill.

“We need that new bed stat!” Suma said with an exhausted sigh as the trio dragged Tengen into the house.

“I think our dumbass husband needs a personality check more.” Makio grunted.

#demon slayer oneshots #kny oneshots #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #shinobu x reader #shinobu kocho x reader #shinobu kochou x reader #requests #anonymous

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montheline · 2 years

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Astrology Observations 4

🍭 I feel like Saturn can get a really bad rep of being a shitty planet but I think it’s Neptune tbh, even though it’s a interesting planet to read upon, it still has flaws that I think overshadow Saturns

🍭 It can feel hard trying to get close to people with Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn placements, they only let people in if they really trust them

🍭 I noticed that with most of my family and friends, we have a Scorpio rising in our composite chart....makes sense a lot of sense lol

🍭 (besides genetics & other things) I feel like the ascendant isn’t the only thing that affects a person’s appearance, you should really look at your Mars sign & Venus sign!!!

🍭 Air Risings (Gemini, Libra, Aquarius risings) look like comic book characters to me lol

Exhibit A:

🍭 Scorpio Venus/Mars women to me have this certain look that I can’t really explain, idk I feel like they mentally & physically mature quicker than others, and their energy to me is very, like....“I’m a grown ass woman” vibe lol I don’t really know how to explain it but yeah

🍭 I notice a lot of Leo risings are obsessed with those black & white filters...idk just an observation

🍭 I’ve been watching a lot of Jersey shore lately and Pauly D is literally the epitome of how cancer men are & how they are around their friends lol

🍭 if you have cancer & aries placements in your chart, you have a baby face, either that or just naturally radiate a youthful aura

🍭 Libra placements love new beauty trends, whether it be makeup, fashion, hairstyles, etc

🍭 Having a lot of Capricorn placements could indicate “growing up” faster than others

🍭 I’ve also noticed that fire risings (Aries, Leo, Sagittarius risings) love getting tattoos, they be the main ones I see tatted up

Exhibit B:

🍭 Fire Mars tend to have incredible stamina...no joke (especially Aries Mars)

🍭 Leo moons can come off very confident even if they don’t feel good inside, being this “confident” & “strong” person can be a mask they put on as a defense mechanism to protect themselves from other people

🍭 Cancer placements have good memory lol, they be mentioning things like “oh yeah remember when you said this or remember when this happened and blah blah” and I’m like um...no lol. I don’t know if it’s cuz they’re ruled by the moon (cuz the moon also represents our memories) or what but they remember everything

🍭Leo Mercury’s love talking about themselves

🍭 People with their sun in the 7th house aren’t really the types to settle in love, they only want the best in love, if not they won’t be satisfied

#astrology #astro observations #astro tumblr #random astro #astrology notes #astro #astro community #montheline

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shrewstew · 25 days

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My Stinky Teenage South Park Headcanons (long asl)

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Pt. 1 - Kenny McCormick

Warning: Blood + SH scars, you have been warned

There’s some angst mixed in here, it’s like a big bag of trail mix except instead of m&ms you get sad

Kenny works at Tweak Bros along with Tweek, Craig, Red, and Wendy. He works the most amount of hours, and almost always gets employee of the month. It pisses Tweek off sooooo much.

During breaks, Tweek vents at him while he silently listens. Him and Craig stay silent, and show eachother memes sometimes. Him and Wendy are pretty friendly with eachother. Him and Red don’t really talk, cuz she’s popular and he sniffs paste, and being friends with Wendy doesn’t really change that.

He spends most of his free time either with the gang or at work. He is always on that grind 🔥💪

He sets things on fire for fun.

He also steals a lot, he is banned from the nearest Walmart

He gets the least amount of sleep out of the 4. He has a busy mind. But he also works late hours, and has to try to get his homework done. He usually tries to quiet his mind with dirty mags or by texting anyone who’s awake.

He doesn’t “come out” to anyone, he just gets a boyfriend one day and everyone just has to accept that.

He also never got diagnosed with anything until adulthood, cuz poor.

He likes big boobs, AND ☝️😲 men with large pectorals

He likes skirts, long ones specifically. He hates makeup tho, he tried to be a model for Karen but he kept unintentionally flinching away and she got fed up. He also likes painting his nails cuz it keeps him from chewing them to the bone

Parentification trauma. Forced to basically be a parent for Karen, he now struggles with setting boundaries and at times people pleasing. He is emotionally unstable and prefers to keep that shit to himself

He gets a lot of piercings, but they often get infected and close up due to lack of care

He does them himself. He bites a belt and takes his mom’s sewing needle in his skin like a champ. He uses earrings he stole from hot topic

He has a hard time taking care of himself, he hates brushing his hair, his teeth are rancid, he forgets to shower frequently, and I already mentioned his sleep schedule.

Karen likes to brush his hair for him, so she can practice braiding. She also tries to remind him to take care of himself, and he gets defensive cuz he thinks it’s embarrassing and feels bad for making her worry

He fucking loves horror movies I’ve decided. Also a big sci-fi fan.

(Tw s/h, I try to keep it vague) He still dies a lot. So he eventually develops a bad habit as a form of having control in his life. This is a troubling combination with his addictive personality.

Every now and then he goes hunting with Kevin on the weekends, and they are completely silent the entire time. It’s peak bonding. One time they brought back a moose.

They also spend some time together sitting on the porch drinking beer they stole from their dad, also in complete silence.

He does not have a license, and he is not trusted with cars. The family car is already a heap of shit, they don’t need him wrecking it in a freak accident.

I think he is one of those people who genuinely could vibe with any music genre. His playlist is genuinely confusing and whiplash inducing. I think he would like System of A Down, AC/DC, and The Bloodhound Gang (But that’s just me)

He is the kind of guy to not pay attention to anything the group is talking about, he is just dancing to the music playing on the mall speakers or something

Feel free to add your own

I don’t draw scars very often on characters, this likely isn’t super accurate, but I’m willing to learn how to make it not look like shit

#kenny mccormick #south park #headcanon #teen au #tweek tweak #craig tucker #wendy testaburger #karen mccormick #kevin mccormick #angst #south park headcanons #cringe #cringecore

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afriendlyblackhottie · 1 year

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Pressure

Summary: Frank is your best friend and the two of you have feelings for each other, but he can’t seem to get his shit together.

Pairings: Frank (from Endings, Beginnings) x black!best friend!reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, threatening to spank, daddy kink, rough sex, oral sex, unprotected sex, hint of breeding kink

(A/N: wooooow two so soon 😭 I mean I owe you guys. I did accidentally post this before so I’m glad I’m finally finished cuz I didn’t wanna just let this one go lol. Based on Pressure by Ari Lennox. Anyway thanks for reading. Like, follow, and comment with a reblog 💜✌🏾)

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Oh you fucking knew what you were doing right now.

Honestly he was a little confused by it right now. How one minute you’d been ignoring him. Acting like he doesn’t exist. Pissing him off.

Fine. Frank knew he fucked up. He fucked up a lot, what was one more thing. Even if he’d been trying to avoid that with you. Because for once he actually cared about someone. Not in a way where he only wanted to fuck you either.

Not that he didn’t want to do that either. Now. But even before that he doesn’t know. He likes hanging with you. Things were easy. He didn’t see you like that then.

Then outta nowhere it was like something had changed with you. Had started wearing your hair a little differently. Putting more effort into your makeup. Not that you weren’t cute as hell, but fuck it he doesn’t know. It’s like overnight you went from looking like his best friend to his dream girl.

It was not easy.

Deep down he knew he was always into you. Even if he didn’t want to admit it for a long time. You were just supposed to be Y/N. His bestie. The one his girlfriends weren’t supposed to worry about even if they didn’t want to admit that they did.

Except now it was clear that, that shit didn’t matter. His latest fling not able to make it as she’d been mad at him over this too. Not like he liked fighting with you over his girls. To you they were temporary anyway. You knew exactly what kind of guy Frank was. Maybe that’s why you found yourself wanting him so bad.

You’d always had a thing for men that didn’t care as long as they got what they want. Not that it was a good thing, but what can you say you had a type. One that had overlooked you for a really long time.

Now all of a sudden everyone had been acting differently as if you weren’t the same girl. All because you’d started playing with your look a little more. Suddenly you weren’t one of the guys.

Honestly you don’t know what you should have expected. Clearly Frank was preoccupied anyway. Hadn’t even said hi to you.

Whatever not like you hadn’t been ignoring him. He’d pissed you off anyway a few days ago. It was bugging you how different he’d been acting since then. As if it was your fault.

Then you get dragged out because your friends were tired of seeing you mope around. Even had you pre-game to really loosen you up. Not that you told anyone why, but seeing as how the two of you suddenly weren’t attached at the hip it was a mystery.

Now he was here and you were looking good, but so was he. The two of you trying to not make it obvious that you were staring. Getting a few peeks in as your group sat around talking to each other.

“Trouble in paradise?” Melissa teased. Everyone a little surprised when you didn’t give him a hug. Were still trying to avoid him. “Is that why you’ve been all emo lately?”

You chuckled, holding your drink up to your lips. “I plead the fifth.”

Maybe it was that you didn’t really know what to say. How to even explain it all. Or maybe you just didn’t want to.

Frank on the other hand seemed to keep going over and over in his head about what he wanted to say to you. Wasn’t sure if he should. It was kind of tempting to just do what he always did and just say fuck it. To drink his sorrows away. Do some coke and fuck them problems.

Except you’d made him stop doing shit like that and had turned him into a fucking sap for you. One whose stomach turned at the idea of you finding out if he did some shit like that again. Hated that he’d pushed you away.

Just didn’t want to embarrass himself all over. He’d done that enough the other day.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted you. Finally deciding to just do it.

“Hey, Frank,” you replied, through gritted teeth. Feeling bundles of nerves clench in your stomach.

“Oh come on,” he said. “Where’s my hug?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes as he stretched out his arm wanting so badly to tell him to fuck all the way off. But then it was hard seeing him all wounded puppy eyed.

Instead of completely rejecting him, you went in for a side hug. Only for him to grab you tightly. Making sure he could squeeze you.

“Can we talk later?” He whispered in your ear.

“Maybe,” you replied, but honestly you weren’t in the mood to start a scene.

“Don’t think I won’t ask again,” he said into your ear. “Keep asking and asking until you’re sick of me.”

“Do whatever you need to do,” you replied.

Not like he didn’t think you’d be stubborn. Of course you were. Couldn’t resist it.

Frank watched as you ended up outside with your girls. Going from shots to beers. Dancing with them.

He kept a close eye on you. Always wanted you to have fun and didn’t mind being the person to have to care for you after. Except if you were pushing him away he couldn’t exactly do that.

As you’d already been drinking it didn’t take long for you to hit the point of no return. Especially as some guy was trying to push all up on you.

He hates to admit it even as he could hear your voice nagging at him to back off in his head, but he just couldn’t. What was he supposed to do let you go home with some dork. Some other guy. Yeah that wasn’t going to happen. Even if you were pissed at him.

“Alright, I think you’ve had enough,” Frank said, swooping in.

“What?” You asked with a raised eyebrow. “I know you think you are, but you’re not the boss of me.”

Well what what the fuck was he supposed to do? Just let you go home with someone else right in front of him? Yeah the fuck right.

“Cut that shit out,” he replied. “I’m taking you home.”

“Let go of me! You’re not my daddy!” You said.

Frank narrowed his eyes at you. Grabbing your hand to yank you away. Like hell he wasn’t. You’d really, really pissed him off now.

It wasn’t like he didn’t know about your kinks. Had teased you enough the first time he found out. If anything that was what had gotten him to really start thinking about you after he’d gotten down joking with you.

So yeah you knew what the fuck you were doing when you called him that in particular. And he wasn’t going to just let you have your fucking way.

He didn’t give a shit if you wanted to be stubborn. “What the hell is your problem?” You asked him with your arms folded from the passenger seat of his car.

As if you didn’t know. Fuck. No one pissed him off like you did. Honestly he really should be taking it as a talent. How you seemed to be the one person he could love most but it meant that you could get under his skin like no one else could.

Hell even you were annoyed that you ended up here. Had been trying so hard to come off as uncaring but you were drunk and he always took care of you when you were drunk. Why would it change now. But you were supposed to be mad at him.

“You’re my problem,” he grumbled back. “Don’t act like you don’t know what you’re fucking doing.”

You scoffed. “And what am I doing?”

“Getting on my nerves,” was all he said.

That only made you roll your eyes. He was so damn annoying. “You better be taking me home,” you said, crossing your arms.

“I am taking you home,” he said in a huff.

“Really because it looks like we’re on our way to your house,” you said.

“Exactly. I’m taking you home,” he replied with a smirk not giving two shits about your attitude. That’s okay you wanted to act like this, he had no problem showing you how much it irritated him.

“Take. Me. Home,” you huffed, crossing your arms.

Frank rolled his eyes at your behavior. As if he wasn’t used to you being a brat. Even before your little makeover that’s how you were. A little fucking brat.

This was just the shit he had to deal with when it comes to you. And yet all he could do was be in his feelings thinking about how much more it made him want you.

Even as you went off on him in the passenger seat. He didn’t care. He wasn’t even listening. Just wanted to get you back to his place so he could shut you up.

“I said take me home!” You yelled at him as he pulled up outside of his place as he cut off the car. Still ignoring you as he took off his seatbelt and got out of the car. You pouting in the passenger seat with your arms crossed like a fucking baby. That’s fine. You wanted to be like that. He didn’t mind taming a little fucking brat like you.

“Get out of the car,” he demanded as you looked away from him. “Get out or I’ll snatch you out.”

That’s what made your head snap to him. Almost like you were considering it until you replied, “oh please you’re not gonna do shit.”

Oh you were really trying to irritate him. Had to know what the fuck you were doing by acting like this. Fuck you were so- he clearly needed to show you that he was not one to be fucked with.

“Hey!” You squealed as he leaned over you to take off your seatbelt. Grabbing your arms so he could do exactly as he threatened. Picking you up and not caring as you smacked at his body as he carried you up the stairs of his complex.

Frank was fucking over it. Over pretending he didn’t want you. Over you acting like you didn’t want him when he knows you did. Even if you were smacking as his shoulder me as you hung upside down over it.

“Let go of me!” You shrieked.

Frank set you down on the floor. Not giving you a chance to get steady as he pushed you against the wall and between him. “I’m taking you inside and you’re going to like it. Am I clear?” He growled, grabbing your arm to push it against the wall.

You bit your lip. Half a mind to tell him to fuck off and take you home again. The other part of you the stupid nagging on just made me look up at him with Bambi eyes.

“I’m tired of playing games with you” he grumbled. “Tired of you ignoring my fucking calls and shit. I text you and you don’t even fucking respond.”

Your lip trembled, looking away from him. “Yeah because you were an asshole. I didn’t wanna talk to you.”

Frank’s eyes settling on your lips as you spoke. “Baby, look, you know I wasn’t trying to hurt you-,”

“I actually don’t know that. You don’t exactly have the best track record.” Your eyes finally starting to feel all hazy. Fuck no. You did not need to cry right now. Not in front of Frank of all people.

He put a hand under your chin, making you look at him. Your eyes connecting with those soft baby blues of his. “Bullshit. You know what I think? I think you wish I’d hurt you. I think you wish I’d grab you by your hair and pull inside. I bet you wouldn’t have stopped me if I grabbed your ass and told you it was mine. I think that’s what all of this is about. You’re scared of me taking control, but it’s all you can think about.”

Frank pressed his nose against the side of your face as he spoke into your ear. Close as hell. Way closer than you’d think you could handle. Biting your lip to hold in a whimper that was threatening to escape. It was not fair that he was doing this to you.

“Tell me I’m fuckin’ lying and I’ll let you go right now, but if you can’t I want you to get your ass upstairs like a good girl and let daddy fuck you exactly like you’ve been in wanting me to.”

You felt so tongue tied as he spoke down at you. Hating how your body reacted to his threats. While it clearly wanted exactly what he was telling you, your brain was telling to to run away.

But fuck, his hands felt so good as they grabbed your hips. Your skin prickling under his touch. Nipples getting harder against your padded bra.

“Tell me you don’t want me,” he said. “And I’ll leave you alone. We can go back to being just friends and I can live with that, but if not then I’m ready to take the chance.” He swallowed.

Your bottom lip trembling as you finally answered. “You’re full of shit.”

“Yeah?” He asked. “Think so?”

You nodded, once again looking away from him. He did that shit were he made you look back at him again. “… no…” you finally admitted.

Frank rolled his eyes. “Sick of this shit. You’re mine. I’m yours. Got it?”

You nodded. “Yes, sir.”

He shook his head. “No. You know what the fuck I want.”

“I… you know I can’t just-,” you stopped to breathe. “Not like… that.”

“What not?” He asked, tired of you beating around the bush. Fuck it was all he could think about since he found out. Since he read that shit on your phone. Even back then.

Except the difference between then and now was that he didn’t have to worry about seeing you with anyone else. Yeah that was fucked up, but fuck he’d been so used to you keeping to yourself and now look at you. All glammed up and daring every man to get your attention. He couldn’t let someone else had it. Not after he was the one that had it for so long.

He never had to share you before, why would he start now. Good thing your stubborn ass got it together. And yet you were still trying to resist him.

“Because I don’t even know if I can trust you,” you blurted out. Hell may as well put all your cards out on the table. Why wouldn’t you. If you and Frank were going to do this, you were going to do it right.

“I’ve never given you a reason to not trust me,” he said, furrowing his brow.

“Bullshit.” You laughed. “I’ve been friends with you for how long? I know exactly how you are and as much as I can tell myself that I’m different, am I? I don’t wanna get attached and then-,”

Frank sighed, putting his hands on your arms. “I know. Okay. That’s why it took me so long, but, Baby, I’ve wanted you for I don’t know how long and I’m not about to fuck it up.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” you said, crossing your arms.

He looked down at you, blue eyes meeting yours. Not like he shouldn’t have expected you to be stubborn. “Okay.” He leaned down and kissed your cheek. “If I have to prove it to you, I will.”

You shrugged. “Okay.”

Frank tilted his head to the side getting a good look at you. Fuck you looked beautiful. Fine. You wanted him to prove it. He would. Bring on the pressure.

He kissed you again. This time with no intention of stopping. Happy when you didn’t either. Pulling you into his apartment. Tired of waiting to get you into his bed.

Your arms went around his check as he pressed you into the door once he closed it behind himself. “You’re mine,” he whispered against your lips. “All mine.”

“Then you’re mine, too,” you said.

“You know I am, Baby.” He went back to putting his lips on yours. Not being able to help himself and he couldn’t get enough. Unlike last time, he wasn’t going to let you get away from him.

“Ugh, yes,” you whined as his lips touched your neck. Your hands grabbing at his shirt. Fuck you wanted him bad. Much more than you thought you did.

“Sound so fucking good when you moan,” he said into your ear. Fuck he needed you. Had been needing you and now he was about to finally fucking have you.

Clothes littered the floor on the way to his bedroom. Before laying you down. “Take this shit off,” he said. Going to the back of your bra so he could unclasp it.

“Frank, I-,” you whined as he started kissing on your breasts. Taking one of your nipples into his mouth and making you let out a moan as soon as he ran his tongue over it. “Fuck!”

Fuck he could hear you make noises like that for the rest of his life. “Mine,” He whispered against your skin. Meaning every bit of it.

“Frankie,” you cried out, fuck his mouth felt so good on you.

It wasn’t what he wanted to hear, but fuck hearing you moan his name made his dick get harder against your thigh. Can’t believe it took him this long to do this. Should have been doing this for years.

He started kissing down your body ready to get you out of your panties. “Not yet,” you whined. “More.”

Fucking brat. “I know, Baby, but I need to fuck you.”

“But,” you stopped to let out a little mewl, “it felt so good I was so close.”

“You were gonna cum from me sucking on your tits?” He asked.

You nodded. “Uh huh,” you whimpered.

Well, that was definitely noted. Seeing how sensitive you were was making him crazy. “Can’t believe it took me this long to find out what a needy little slut you are.”

As soon as he got to your center and was able to hook the little fabric around his fingers so he could finally tug it down. Frank whispered a fuck under his breath as your wetness came into view. Not sure he could have even stopped himself when he put his mouth on your pussy.

“Ah!” You gasped out. Hands going to Frank’s hair as his tongue worked your clit. “Fu-fuck,” voice turning into a whimper.

His hands looped under your thighs to spread you out even more. Fuck he felt like he was at a feast with how yummy you were. Could definitely see him being addicted to this.

“Don’t stop-,” you threw your head back, as he licked down to your opening. Fuck, he loved how vocal you were.

Your stomach clenched and you instinctively put your hand against your clit. Only for him to smack it away so he could do it.

“Right there!” You sobbed out. “Fuck, Frank- Frank- Frank, you’re gonna-,” you stopped to hiccup, “you’re gonna make me cum!”

Hmmm, as good as the idea of that was the idea of you cumming around him was so much more tempting. “Not yet, Baby. You cum when I tell you.” He peppered kisses along your thighs.

“No! Please! I need it!” You begged. “I’ll suck your dick after.”

Frank laughed. Fuck you really were a little slut. How the fuck did he miss this. Meanwhile you were trying to force yourself to dial it back a little. Couldn’t help it how far gone you were. Felt like he’d already fucked you stupid and you hadn’t even had his dick in you yet.

He climbed back on top of you, not caring about your protests before pressing his lips to yours again. “Want you cumming on my dick first. Show you that nobody can do you like I will. Need to ruin other men for you.”

As if he already hadn’t.

“Do you have a condom?” You asked.

He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, but I’m not stopping,” he said as he spread your thighs apart as he lined your entrance up with the head of his cock.

“Wait, what?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not wearing condoms when I fuck you. This is my pussy. If I get you pregnant then so fucking be it,” he said and fuck you hated how hot that sounded.

The anticipation made your stomach turn. Could you really handle this? Fuck he was big. Could you even take him. Not like he was giving you a choice at this point. Not like you didn’t want it.

“But-,”

“Are you on birth control?” He asked.

You shook your head. “You know I’m not.”

“Good.” With that he pushed the tip in. Making you hiss as he inched in deeper. Mouth dropping open as you looked between the two of you. Watching as he filled you up. “My pussy. I’ll cum in it as much as I want,” he whispered in your ear.

Not like you could try to hide how turned on that made you. Not with how fucking wet you were. Not the way you were trying to suck him in as your pussy clenched around him as soon as it could.

Frank bit his lip as he looked down at you. Grabbing the back of your hair so you had to meet his eyes. Smashing his lips to yours again. You gasped more against his mouth. Barely giving you anytime to adjust to it.

“Tight little cunt, fuck,” he groaned as he started to move. Your face going into his neck

“Frankie!” You mewled, as he fucked into you.

He grabbed your hair so you had to look at him again. “Eyes on me, Baby. Want you to look at me when I make you cum.”

Nodding as you bit your lip. It was probably for the best you didn’t know his dick was this good sooner. Better than the fantasies you’d built up in your head.

Pussy getting tighter around him as you were already pent up after being denied before. “‘m gonna cum,” you whimpered.

“Do it, Baby,” he whispered against your lips. “Cum for me.” Lips hovering against yours as he said. “Be my good girl and cum for me.”

You nodded. Face screwing up as your chest shook. Letting out a cry, nails digging into his back as you did what he told you to. Cumming around his dick. Pussy clamping down and forcing him to slip out.

“Frank!” You cried out his name, clinging to him now.

He scooped you up. Letting you cling all you wanted. Looking down into your eyes cuz fuck you looked beautiful like this for him. He needed to see you like this way more often.

Then he could help himself as he put his thumb against your clit. Making you put your hand against your mouth as you cried out.

Frank grabbed your hand. Bringing it up. “Nuh uh, I want my fucking neighbors to hear you when you cum on my dick. Let everybody know I’m fucking you good.”

You nodded and sniffled at that. Still trying to hold it in as your head went back again. Fuck.

With her his finger went to your opening. Pushing two fingers inside your pussy. “Fuck, did I just say?” He asked.

“I- ugh- I,” felt like you couldn’t get your head together. The pleasure becoming a little too much. Your body reacting to it all like this was the first time you’d ever been fucked.

“Can’t speak now?” He asked, with a raised eyebrow. “You were talking all that shit earlier though.”

Using his fingers to bring you on the verge of another orgasm. “I’m- ugh you’re gonna make me cum again!” You whined.

“Then do it,” Frank demanded. Putting his face in yours. Daring you. “Say my fucking name and cum for me.”

“I-,” you brought your legs up holding the back of your thighs. Toes en pointe. Wanting to give him as much access as you could as he leaned back on top of you. “Frank,” you gave in to exactly what he asked for. Why even fight it anymore.

“That’s right. That’s my fucking girl,” Frank growled as you squirted on his fingers. Rubbing you a little more furiously so he could prolong it when he felt the wetness hit his palm. “Fuuuuuuck, Y/N.”

“Ah!” You screamed out. Letting go of your legs as you tried to inch back. Not that he would let you. As soon as Frank realized what you were trying to do he wrapped an arm around you, holding you in place. “Frank! I can’t!”

“Yes you can,” he immediately replied. Not at all willing to take that as an answer. “Be a good girl and take it for me, Baby. Don’t you wanna be my good girl.”

You nodded with a whimper. “I- yes, but- ah!” Had gotten way past coherent thought.

Frank grinned as he noticed that look in your eyes. Leaning down to kiss your nose. Fuck you looked beautiful all dressed up, but like this? No this was all for him. Yeah fucking right he’d let you go home with some other guy. And let him take his place? Fuck that. You were his and you and everyone else needed to know that.

With that, he got back on top of you. Not giving you a minute to adjust as he fucked back into you. Suddenly feeling incredibly territorial. You needed to be the first one to know that you were his. “Whose pussy is this?” He asked.

Nails scratching into him as you whimpered. “It’s yours.”

Fuck. Frank felt himself ready to burst at that. Sounded so damn pretty coming from your lips. Needed to hear it again. “Whose pussy is this?” He repeated.

“It’s yours!” You sobbed.

“Cum for me one more time,” he grunted, feeling his orgasm getting closer but he wanted you to let go one more time. Didn’t need you thinking he was selfish for your first time. “Want my pussy cum for me.”

With his words he felt you tighten around him again. Cries come from your lips as you did as he told you to. Finally giving himself permission to do the same.

Frank pushed his cock in until he was right against your cervix as he finally came deep inside of you. Hips rocking with a slight edge as he tried to push his seed deeper into you. As if this was the mark you needed to keep other men away.

Finally he stilled. Laying his head on your breasts. Breathing deeply as he collapsed on top of you. Scratching your fingernails along his back as the two of you came down from your highs.

By the time he rolled off of you, you didn’t think you could even move. Body frozen as the aftermath of sex and booze finally getting to you.

Frank pulled you into his arms. Kissing the side of your head. “I love you,” he whispered. “Always have. Always will.”

As Frank looked down at you after noticing how quiet you were after his confession, he chuckled seeing you sound asleep. That’s okay. You’d talk in the morning.

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“Ugh,” you groaned as you opened your eyes. Peeking them open to the dark room around you. Head pounding and swirling at the same time. Once again feeling like you needed to throw up.

Sitting up and to pull the blankets off. Looking down at your naked body as everything from last night came flooding back. Shit. You were on his room. But where the hell was he?

Sure he talked a good game, but you knew Frank. What a flake he was. All he wanted to do was party and fuck and it’s not like you blamed him, but if he was serious as he said then he needed to keep that energy.

Like why the hell wouldn’t he be here as you threw up. Though maybe it was much less embarrassing alone.

You brushed your teeth after. Hopping into the shower to feel a little less gross. Climbing back into bed after putting one of his t-shirts on to fall back to sleep. Groaning as you wish you’d gotten a water bottle or something. Can’t believe you’d gotten that drunk last night. How embarrassing.

Resting your eyes again, mind wandering to the sex. Fuck. Can’t say he didn’t do you right. He might be full of shit but at least he fucked you right. Asshole couldn’t even be here right now.

“Y/N? You awake?” You heard him whisper into the dark. As much as you wanted to jump up and let him know you were awake to talk some shit to his face, you were too goddamn tired.

You peeped your eyes open to see his keys laid on the nightstand, his running shoes in the corner. Figures he’d still go for a run even after getting laid last night. You could tell he’d already showered by how good he smelled. Wanted to bury your nose into him. “Y/N,” he whispered softly. “Wake up, Baby. We’re going out for breakfast remember.”

Your heart fluttered at the nickname. Groaning as you thought about getting up again. “No,” you groaned.

Frank couldn’t help it as he smiled. Stubborn girl. “You okay?” He asked.

“No,” you repeated. “I just threw up. I don’t wanna go anywhere.”

“Ah, shit. Want me to order something? I can do that.”

You nodded. “Please?”

Frank pouted. Leaning down to press his lips to your temple. “Alright. Whatever you want, Baby.”

There goes that damn nickname again.

Waking up finally, you looked like the old you. Natural hair out and braided so that it was out of your face. Beautiful no matter what you did.

After ordering breakfast and getting you water, he climbed in beside you. Burying your head into his chest. Sure you were trying to be stubborn but you couldn’t help yourself. He was just so cozy.

You sat up, reaching for your cup. Taking a sip. And welcoming the feeling of your stomach starting to settle.

You drifted off again. Getting way more comfortable than you meant to with your head on his chest. Him peppering your head with kisses. Ready to lay there as long as you needed him too.

“No,” you mumbled, grip tightening on him as he tried to move out from under you, waking you up.

Frank chuckled. “I have to get the food.”

“Nuh uh,” you groaned.

He swatted your butt before taking a handful of it into his palm. Not able to help himself. He didn’t care what you’d say about it. This was his ass and he wasn’t going to keep his hands off of it.

Lucky for him you didn’t make a move to get him to stop. Why would you after last night. “Fine you stay here and I’ll-,” he tried moving out of the way except you held onto him tighter. He couldn’t help it as he smirked to himself at your reaction. His needy fucking girl. “Here how about I carry you to the couch. That better?” He asked.

“Mhm,” you mumbled into his shoulder.

It’s not like he didn’t have the habit of spoiling you for as long as the two of you had been friends. It really was only a matter of time before the two of you hooked up. Had already turned him into a sap for you.

Frank laid you down on the couch. Kissing your forehead before going to fetch the food despite your protests for him to stay. Brat.

When he came back, setting the bags on the coffee table, you hardly wasted anytime. Climbing on his lap as if you couldn’t go a minute. Frank smiled to himself, kissing your cheek. “Needy girl.”

You scrunched your nose at his words. Even though he was right that didn’t mean you weren’t in denial about it. Instead you reached for the remote going to Netflix as you ignored it. Asking him if he wanted to watch the show the two of you had been binge watching together.

“Surprised you didn’t finish it without me,” he said, taking the food out of the bag.

“I was tempted to,” you replied.

“But, you didn’t,” he added, holding your sandwich up to your face to take a bite before taking it out of his hands altogether.

You finished chewing, looking over at him. “I mean, it’s not too late to,” you replied. “Make you suffer through Selling Sunset.”

Frank looked at you and rolled his eyes. “Hell no. Put it on before I spank your ass.”

You stiffened at the threat, looking up at him before doing as you were told. Oh? So that was the magical button. Huh. He could really get used to that.

You got up after to wash your hands and throw your stuff away when you were done. Frank staying right where he was except when he needed to use the bathroom. Then taking back his spot next to you.

“So where’s Maya?” You finally asked him, eyes still focused on the screen. “I thought the two of you were kicking it or whatever.”

Frank chuckled. “Yeah we were. Shit changes.”

“Clearly.” Okay so obviously you were still upset with him. And no amount of breakfast food would fix that. Hell he thought his dick would have shown you that. What the hell had even happened. You’d went from being all over him to irritated all over again.

“Look…” he started. “Okay come on. No way you’re still mad. I thought we were good,” he replied. Really not wanting to fight. Couldn’t things just be simple already.

You crossed your arms across your chest suddenly wishing you’d put on pants or underwear. It wasn’t even that he wasn’t right. More so that you didn’t want him to be.

“I don’t know how many times I’ll have to tell you I’m sorry until you believe it,” he said, pulling you closer. Sick of you being so far away. Especially since you were his now whether you wanted to argue about this or not.

“Look… when I kissed you that day, I really didn’t mean for it to end up like that. I was in my head and Maya had been complaining that I was spending too much time with you,” he explained. “So I thought fuck it why not maybe I really do and then I don’t know when things didn’t stop-,”

“Yeah I was there we don’t really need to rehash this,” you cut him off.

“But, we do,” he asserted. “Because for the first time in a long time, Babe, I realized… I felt something and it scared me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, i know everyone wouldn’t stop talking about how perfect you were together.”

Frank sighed because holy shit how were you not getting it. So goddamn stubborn. What was he supposed to do with you. How the hell were you not getting it!

“I’m not talking about Maya!” He replied. “Fuck, Y/N. What don’t you get!”

“Then tell me! You’re the one being weird!”

“Because I’m in love you with you, you jerk.”

That’s when time had felt like it had stopped. Both of you suddenly holding your breaths. Your mouth dropping open then closing.

Frank shifted his eyes away when it became clear you weren’t going to say anything back. “… forget I said anything,” he said, ready to save himself further embarrassment.

“Don’t…” you suddenly said in a small voice. One he doesn’t think he ever heard from you before. “Don’t say that again…”

“Well, you’re not exactly responding, okay?” He scoffed.

“… I just… you can’t say that and not mean it okay. Once you say it you can’t take it back,” you whispered.

Frank sighed watching as your lip quivered. Tilting his head to the side so he could get a really good look of you with your eyes all round. “I’m not gonna take it back,” he replied.

“Promise?” You asked holding out your hand, extending your pinky finger.

This time he chuckled. Fucking nerd. “I promise.” Hooking his own pinky with yours.

You bit your bottom lip, feeling like you were scared to make even a peep again. His confession rendering you even more confused than before. On one hand, shocked. On another hand kind of feeling stupid for being so mad at him.

But, then there was another part…

One of the reasons his reaction had pissed you off so bad because you thought out of all guys, Frank wouldn’t be the one to leave. That the two of you finally kiss and then the two of you stopped talking. It fucking hurt. He should have been here kissing your ass after that. It made you feel so… you’d had a rough few weeks.

So now he was here telling you why. Honestly he was lucky you didn’t tell your brother on him. Had been wondering how could he do that. And now…

“What’s wrong?” He asked, noticing how quiet you ended up getting again. The way your eyes seemed to get all shiny. Ah shit. “Please. I want us to be able to talk to each other. I’m sorry for not being around, but we’ve never not talked to each other. I don’t wanna lose that.”

“You ghosted me,” you said. “It- it fucking broke me, Frank.”

Yeah he knew he was an asshole for that. He didn’t mean to ghost you. It wasn’t like that. He just… fuck he was an ass.

“I know, Baby,” he said, finally pulling you into a hug finally just pulling you into his lap. Holding onto your little . “I’m sorry. I’m so, so, so sorry. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, okay?” Frank kissed the side of your head. Nuzzling you with his nose. “I’m sorry, Baby. I’m sorry.”

He could feel your tears getting his shirt wet. All he could do was hold you. Fuck he hated that he made you feel like this.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I know. I was an asshole.”

Not like he wasn’t already aware. Not like you hadn’t seen him treat other women exactly the same. Fuck. No wonder you’d been so mad at him.

“I’ll make it up to you, okay?” He whispered into your temple. “Do whatever I need to. I’m sorry, Baby.”

You sniffled pulling away. “I like it when you call me Baby.”

“Yeah?” He asked, he put his hand under your chin.

“Yeah,” you whispered softly.

“I like calling you Baby,” he whispered back.

“Are we gonna be one of those annoying couples that are always telling each other to hang up first?” You asked.

“Oh? We’re a couple now?” He asked as a smile spread across his face.

“No. I said are we going to be.”

“Ha,” he laughed. “We just might be, Baby. But first, let me make it up to you.”

You nodded. “Okay. How?”

“Well, first of all, I don’t want us to have sex again until the time is right. I don’t want you to think I’m just trying to hit and quit. I want you to trust me.”

Frank grabbed your hand. Lacing your fingers together. “Are you sure?”

“Mhm,” he replied, leaning over to kiss your temple again. “I’ll do anything to prove myself to you. Make you trust me.”

“Ok,” you whispered, head laying on his shoulder as you stayed curled in his lap.

Couldn’t believe the two of you had finally made it this far, but now that you were this was it for him.

#fics by afbh #Sebastian Stan Smut #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x black reader #sebastian stan x plus size reader #Frank x black!reader #frank x best friend!reader

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milfsfckr · 2 months

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I’m not him.

Natasha romanoff x daughter!reader

It’s a proofread.

Summary: after y/n got diagnosed with depression everything went downhill.

Warnings: yelling/fighting, ed, sh, depression.

A/n: this is one of the story’s from my wattpad book. (Cuz I’m too lazy to write a new one, but I will soon)

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Y/n's POV:

It's been a few months after i got diagnosed with depression and they haven't been the best. First off my mother forgot my birthday, but remembered Peters and Peters was only a few days after mine, and on my birthday they were already decorating for his, that just made my day worst.

And then my mom forgot me at school but went to pick up Peter, maybe it’s because I’m not him?.

I mean i don't hate peter, but i do at the same time. at dinner oh my gosh all everyone would talk about is Peter and how great he is, most of the time they would say 'did you see peter math test it was amazing' or something like that.

and when they would bring me up in their conversation it would be about how bad my grades are, but their okay, I normally get B+'s or A's. and they would talk about when i get told off for ‘yelling’ or ‘hitting’ someone when they were doing it to other people.

But most of the time I was the one getting hit, punch, and sometimes kicked. And they would always get away with it.

But cause im the kid of the avengers i got yelled at, by everyone, my mum, my uncles, my aunts, and by my teacher and principal, and i don't even think they have seen the bruises or the cuts all over my body from those people.

But sometimes auntie Maria would tell her to hear my side of the story, but my mother would never listen.

That’s one thing I love about auntie Maria, she would actually listen to me.

But its okay i guess, i dont think anyone would notice anyways. but litte did i know that someone went into the school security and saw what they did to me, they saw how those people hit me, punched me, kicked me and those other people.

But they weren’t as bad as me, I took most of the hits.

they saw me putting on makeup to cover the bruise on my face and the ones on my leg, they had a shocked face looking on the screen. They thought about telling my mother but told someone else instead.

Nick Fury.

One of my favourite uncles, everyone knows he has a soft spot for me. And when Maria hill told him what was going on. My aunt found out and she knew that my mum wouldn't do anything and just say 'that's nothing' and leave it there.

When she was telling him she sent it to his iPad, then he called everyone to get into the meeting room right away. Auntie Maria gave him the footage to put on the tv and went to the meeting room where everyone was.

As they showed them the footage they were shocked, you were telling the truth and then they saw the part when you were in the bathroom covering the bruises, and my mother was shocked.

But what they didn't know about was my depression, until fury told them. Him and Maria only knew, and maybe Wanda because your thoughts have been a bit to loud recently and they haven't been the type of thoughts a 14 year old should be having.

After your mother and everyone else found out they were shocked, they didn't know you were struggling. You were always smiling you never showed that you were struggling.

You were in your room all the time, they thought you were doing homework or studying. But you were in your bed crying until you fell asleep, but of course they never knew that. Why would they?

You were never at team dinners after the first time it happened at school. They thought you weren't hungry, but really you thought you didn't deserve to eat, not after what happened and what those people said to you.

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Anyways as school finishes you waited for Lila, cause her classes are a bit longer than mine. I waited around 20 minutes until I got bored and texted her I'm going home, and she said that she had another class after.

As you were walking to the compound you saw a mother and daughter playing at the park. You wished that it was you and your mum, but she's always busy with Peter.

I walked into the compound and looked around and saw no one there, so I thought they were all on a mission or something. So I walked into my room, dropped all my stuff went straight into my bathroom.

I grabbed my kit, got out the sharp blade, placed it on my skin, then started dragging it across my wrist. I didn't even cry, I just pushed it into my skin, and that wasn't a good idea..cause it didn't stop bleeding.

But then I got flashbacks of when they said those words, 'the only reason she adopted you cuz she felt bad', 'she probably doesn't even love you'. Replaying what they said over and over.

I didn't even hear my door open, and my bathroom door was wide open. Then I heard her call my name, my mum, "y/n?.." she said walking in my room then saw me and rushed over to me.

"Detka.." she says I didn't even look at her "why didn't you tell me?" She asked, "cuz your too busy with mission and peter" I mumble and saw tears in her eyes.

"I'm never busy when it comes to you Detka, and I'm so so sorry I didn't believe you" after she said that I just hummed. "Ima just close my eyes for a little bit" I mumble, then she looks at my arms and mumbled something but I can't quite hear.

Then it all goes black.

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Natasha's POV:

"Detka keep your eyes open for me" I say and see her close them, "shit" I mumble "MARIA, FURY" I yell and wait for one of them to come.

I see Maria and she just stands there shocked, then fury came in and looked at her then me. I had tears in my eyes.

"Don't just stand there do something" I sobbed.

My Masterlist.

(Sorry it’s short)

#natahsa romanoff #black widow #Natasha romanoff angst #marvel #angst

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seireitonin · 6 months

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Hey, hru? Can you make some Tobyxnina hc/dynamics. I started shipping it because of u because I like the ship. Glad!:3

Sure! I love my rare pair but ig it’s getting more traction and I’m so happy!! :3 (idk if I had anything to do w that but I’m happy regardless. Also I hc Nina as black so :3 these are gonna be written in that in mind also these are all so fluffy)

Toby x Nina headcannons❤️

Scemo girlfriend. Grungy midwestern emo boyfriend

They hang out in the forest away from everyone

Mainly because some of the other creeps are like “you guys are a very strange couple”

Nina embraces the weirdness of their relationship

It was unexpected and came out of nowhere and no one could’ve saw it coming

While Toby hates the comments about it

If they love each other why does it matter?

They are though

I mean Nina’s whole thing was liking Jeff

What changed?

After growing up and maturing Nina released she never even liked or loved Jeff

She was just obsessed with him

Leading to a very unhealthy “relationship”

(Jeff just kept her around because she did what he said)

But Nina and Toby were different

Through spending time together they had to build this unlikely relationship

Toby found her really annoying and Nina thought he was so gloomy

But after spending more time together Toby’s mood would lighten around her

He needed someone like her

She was so so happy and bubbly and gentle and sweet

Toby had only known rough, callous and uncaring all his life

So being around her felt peaceful

And it still does

Nina spent so long trying to impress Jeff

So her being able to make Toby happy by just being herself makes her cry with happiness sometimes

He loves HER

Not what she can do for him

Toby enjoys her holding her hand, not telling her what to do

Nina enjoys playing with his hair, not hitting him or pushing him around

They like each other :)

Since Nina is a scemo queen, Toby likes to watch her get ready

The teasing of her hair, putting on all those belts, the dark eyeshadow and eyeliner the dark brown concealer on her lips to blend in with her skin

He thinks it’s over the top and looks ridiculous

And he loves it

Because it’s on her

“Why do you still dress like it’s 2007?”

“Cuz it’s fun! :3!”

“Is it, now?”

“Mhm! You should try it!”

“Don’t think so”

“Ah my gloomy Toby”

“Not gloomy. Just not me”

“But we listen to emo music together though!”

“Doesn’t mean I have to dress like it”

“I’m gonna make you do it one day”

“Sure you are”

Nina loves watching him practice hatchet throwing

When he hits a tree right in the middle she’ll cheer

“Yay Toby!”

He smiles a bit at her as to say thank you

He still has trouble with the whole emotions thing

He won’t say he loves Nina with his words but his actions

Getting her a new studded belt, more hairspray new eyeliner and anything that reminds him of her

Blast emo music in the car together and headbang

Toby is midwestern emo and Nina is MySpace emo

Although Toby also really likes nu metal, and other alternative music too

Nina often steals Toby’s hoodies and sweaters and will wear them to sleep, especially when he’s away on a mission

They’re mainly brown, black, dark blue all neutral colors because Toby’s plain like that

They smell like him and it makes her so happy

“Nina-what did I tell you about taking my stuff?”

*nina knocked tf out*

“Ugh you’re lucky you’re beautiful. You’re getting makeup all over my hoodie”

Nina wants to straighten Toby’s hair and give him emo hair and a fringe sooo bad

Like really bad

He grew is hair out for her to do it, he didn’t care about his hair anyway

He’ll let her do what she wants and she did just that

She gave him emo hair but it looked professionally done it’s so clean

Toby’s honestly impressed

Nina thinks he looks so hot with emo hair especially when he wears plain black shirts or shirts with bands he likes on them

Literally the emo bf she’s always wanted

Toby hates being called emo buuuut he kinda is

She’s now trying to get Toby to let her dye his hair pink and black to match hers

That’s where Toby drew the line

Nina and Toby got matching piercings though!

Now they both have canine bites, septums, eyebrow piercings and a bunch of ear piercings

Why not? He can’t feel it

They’ll touch tongues through the open wounds in their faces

Nina will stick her tongue out through her smile and Toby will touch her tongue with his through his face gash hole thingy

Nina makes Toby candi bracelets and Toby puts them on his hatchets

Toby will take Nina shopping with money he stole and saved up from victims

Goes with her every time because he doesn’t want her to get harassed

Super protective of her, just like he is with all the women he loves

No one can make fun of Nina’s fashion except for him

Nina definitely sings rap songs like sexy red and Meg the stallion to him as a joke

Toby just tolerates it

“Stop me and you’re racist, Toby!”

*head in his hands* “I’m not stopping you”

Toby is still, blunt, rude, obnoxious and cynical but tries to tone it down around Nina

He knows she’s sensitive to people talking to her like that, especially her partners

Nina will sometimes decorate Toby’s scars with glitter

He’s covered in them

All he does is roll his eyes and let her

He wasn’t doing anything with them anyway

Even though Toby is 29 and Nina’s 27 they feel like happy teenagers with each other

This is what their lives should’ve been together if the world was kinder to them

Just 2 people in love, hanging out listening to music, together, shopping together, going out to eat together

Nina being scemo is healing her inner child

Toby loving her true authentic self is healing her inner child

Toby tries to do the same by wearing more comfortable sweaters and trying to break the habit of picking at his skin

Nina loving him despite all his problems is healing his inner child

This is how life should be

No abuse, no suffering

Just them being in love and chilling

#creepypasta #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta fandom #crp #creepypasta characters #creepypastafluff #ticcy toby #nina the killer #nina hopkins #toby rogers #ticci toby headcanons #nina the killer headcanons #fluff #creepypasta toby #creepypasta nina the killer

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filmofhybe · 6 months

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Halloween neighbor - JAKE SIM

pairing - non-idol jake x reader 986 words genre: neighbor! x neighbor fluff warning - minor stalking , swearing a/n: trying new layout cuz I hate the old ones ew

synopsis : Halloween was never your thing until this year your neighbor - Jake invited you over for his Halloween party. But discovering a truth about Jake you never wanted to find out about him.

> masterlist of my other works

Fall was one of your favorite seasons. You love how cozy and comfortable it makes you feel, how the autumn breeze will blow and the leaves will crunch when you walk in the neighborhood town. However, you really dislike the whole idea of Halloween. You don’t look forward to that certain event every year. It maybe just a normal event that happens for one singular day where kids would go around the neighborhood and knock on the doors for candies, families visiting haunted spook fairs for the Halloween spirit. But you were never that type of person to get jumpscare. You just hated the fact Halloween even existed.

You were on your way to back from college, sun already setting and you can already see families were ready for the Halloween night. You always distance yourself from them during Halloween night, never know what will happen out there. Walking pass your neighbors house, your attention was focused on the boy - Jake. He had his hair dyed blonde, wearing full black shirt and sweatpants. He was the social butterfly at college always happy to host fun parties and get to know more people. Currently He looked like he was setting up something for Halloween.

“Hey y/n!” Said Jake excitingly. Giving you his sweet smile. “Hi Jake! How are you?” You asked him as you paused the music from your phone. “I’m doing great! Just setting up for the party I’m hosting tonight! Parents out of town so you know what that means.” He had his mischievous smirk on his face. “Of course I get what you mean. I hope you have fun. Just don’t bother me tonight.” You joked. “Can’t make any promises y/n. I’ll try though. Are you doing anything tonight? Maybe you should come over?” He wanted you come so bad. But deep down he knows your not geh type of person to celebrate Halloween. “You know I don’t do Halloween Jake. Especially Parties.” You kindly rejected his offer, “Aww i was looking forward to you to come. But is okay! You are always welcome to come over later if you change you mind.” You can physically tell Jake was disappointed by your answer. “I would think about it, but for now imma go home to get change. Hope you have fun tonight!” You said as you start walking towards your house. “Alright! Take care!” He waved goodbye as he goes back to where he left off.

As the evening approaches, you were unsure about attending a Halloween party, but deep down, you knew you had a secret crush on Jake that had been brewing for quite some time. You decided to step out of your comfort zone and take a chance. Maybe tonight you would get to know him more or even something else.

Determined to make an impression, you spent hours searching for the perfect costume. After much contemplation, you settled on something bold and unexpected—a playful twist on a classic character. You dressed up as a Playboy Bunny, a stunning and confident version of yourself that you had never revealed before. Makeup looking stunning as ever, your perfume was roamed your body, the black bodysuit complimented your body shape so well that you didn’t even recognize yourself.

As you approached Jake's house, your heart raced with anticipation. You took a deep breath and knocked on the door, ready to embrace the night ahead. Jake, dressed as a vampire, swung the door open, and his jaw dropped in awe. He had never seen you like this before—radiant, beautiful, and full of confidence. He was struck by how you look.

“Yo bro close the door is getting a bit-” You were about to say until when you saw your cousin Jay swung his arms around jake, with a red cup in his hand. Fuck he’s gonna tell my mom.

“Uh excuse me young lady , why you dressed up like that?” You know your cousin was protective over you, he was particularly your other brother. “Gosh, Jay just leave her alone she’s old enough to dress up like that.” Jake felt annoyed that his close friend had to ruin this moment between you both. “Y/n come in and make yourself home.” Jake said as he focus back on you. You thanked him as you walked into the house.

Jake wished what he just saw was real. You. The y/n y/l/n is wearing a playboy bunny costume. In his house? Fuck he probably needs CPR and a huge slap on his face to make sure he isn’t in some stupid fantasy world. You were like a walking goddess, he was about to worship the floor you walked on in his whole house.

“Brother, keep your eyes up here and not on my cousins ass.” Jay whispered causing Jake to push him slightly as a joke before both of them walked back to the ping pong table, chattering and bickering.

The party was in full swing, with laughter, music, and the flickering lights of Jack-o'-lanterns creating a vibrant atmosphere. You were kind of lonely in the party, since either your friends you were chatting to left with a boy around them or they were wasted as fuck. Silently minding your business and leaning against the kitchen counter sipping on the beverage you have in your hand. You where bored out of your mind until Jake appeared. “Y/n! Oh my god I’ve been trying to find you for ages.” His blonde hair was now messy, probably from the amount of dancing and running around, yet he still smelt like the cologne he was using. “Oh yeah haha I’m just minding my business you know.” You shrugged your shoulders as you continue to sip on your drink. “How about you hang out with me? Even though is my party im getting kind of bored.” He offered you hoping you would say yes. You accepted his offer with a nod as you grab his hand and dragged him to the dance floor in his huge living room.

As the night wore on, y/n and Jake was dancing and singing their hearts out. Until y/n found herself needing to use the restroom. She asked Jake for directions, and he pointed her in the direction of his bedroom. Curiosity piqued, y/n couldn't help but glance around the room as she entered. To her surprise, she noticed five framed pictures of herself displayed on Jake's dresser. She was taken aback, not knowing how to react.

what the fuck..is that me? You were confused. But yet you feel a bit of relief that probably Jake has a possible crush on you. I mean at the end of the day, only your crush will stalk you right?

Feeling a mix of emotions, y/n returned to the sofa Jake was sat and confronted Jake about the pictures. She questioned him about his intentions and the meaning behind them. Jake's face flushed with embarrassment as he confessed that he had secretly admired her for a long time, collecting the pictures as a way to cherish the moments they had shared as neighbors.

“I promise you it isn’t what you think it is.” Jake was now scared you will think he’s being the biggest creep out there, stalking his beautiful, jaw dropping neighbor and her finding out afterwards. Rather than being upset, you found yourself touched by Jake's honesty and vulnerability. You realized that his actions came from a place of genuine affection. You smiled and reassured Jake that you didn't mind his collection; in fact, you found it endearing. “Is okay jake i understand. Just hope you can remove those pictures cuz i look horrible in them.” You laughed as you flopped yourself in his arms. “Shut up you don’t look horrible in any of them babe.”

From that moment, their connection deepened, and their friendship blossomed into something more. Yn and Jake embraced their feelings for each other, and their relationship grew stronger with each passing day. They continued to attend parties, celebrate holidays together, and create new memories as a couple.

As for Halloween, y/n’s perception of the holiday changed forever. It became a symbol of stepping out of her comfort zone, embracing and meeting the Halloween neighbor.

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