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ahsxual · 3 months

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Hello lovely!! I have read all of your stories to do with Matthew Lillard and OMFG I love them sooooo I thought to request one myself. :D

I was thinking a Stu Macher x Fem!Reader who is Billy younger or twin sister (idk it’s up to you on that darling) who he is very positive of and has told Stu not to ever think about getting with her, one day Stu goes over there to hang out with Billy but had gone out with Sydney so Y/N answered the door and just tells him come in and they can watch a movie as they waited for Bill to come home, one thing leads to another and they end up in Y/N’s bedroom…..

Thank you for reading this request and I hope you are having a great Day/Night!

Don't Tell My Brother About Us

Warnings: +18 content, Cocky Stu, dirty talk, fingering, cunnilingus

Word Count: 2,7k

A/N: Tysm for requesting this, dear anon! I loved your idea and I really hope you like this❣️I also appreciate the fact that you like my writing 🥺🤗 I'm actually proud of this fic, I'm just gonna say that ;)

You knew Stu Macher from high school, since he was your twin brother's bestfriend. You even tried to join his friend group after a while since they all seemed so nice and fun, yet your attempts were declined by your sibling, for much to your chagrin, because Stu was constantly bothering your brother by making flirty jokes whenever you were with them, according to Billy. Even though you didn't like the fact that your brother wanted to keep you away from Stu, you couldn't help but feel delighted to acknowledge the real reason behind it.

Stu became your crush from the moment you met him, as his energetic, extroverted and cocky personality traits never ceased to charm you. He was incredibly fun to be with and as you hated feeling bored, you thought that would be impossible if you ever stayed with Stu. Those thoughts were obviously put aside the moment Billy noticed how you and Stu looked at each other. Billy had never seen you as amused and happy with a guy as you were with Stu, your eyes so bright that he was convinced the words sadness and boredom were no longer known to you. However, that wasn't enough to convince Billy that Stu was good for you, and that was the reason you drifted away from him: although he made your days brighter and vice-versa, Billy didn't lose his overprotective sibling attitude, always keeping an eye on his "sweet and innocent" sister.

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"I'm going out with Sidney." Billy told you, while you were reading a romance book on the sofa about a serial killer who fell in love with one of his victims. When your brother said he was going out on a date with his girlfriend, you simply looked at him with a raised eyebrow, as if you didn't believe there were any genuine romantic intentions in what he had just said. "What?" he sounded annoyed by your judgmental gaze.

"Hm I don't know, you don't seem very excited about it. It looks like you don't even have true feelings for the girl." your tone was confident and assertive, since you knew your twin brother all too well. He just rolled his eyes at your comment, not wanting to admit you were right.

"Just cut it out, ok? As if you know what real love feels like, anyway." annoyance was present in his voice as he searched for his house keys.

"As if my lovely brother allows me to know what real love feels like." you simply replied, not moving your eyes from your current favorite book. Although you weren't looking at him, you could tell Billy's gaze on you could kill if you stared back.

"Y/N, we've talk about this. I'm not gonna let you be with Stu, you got that? I know him better than you, so listen to me for once and stop being such a brat." at this, it was your turn to roll your eyes, before getting up from the couch and heading to your room.

"Whatever Billy, enjoy your lovely date." you intentionally made an annoying tone at the word "lovely", which made Billy even more pissed by your behavior.

"I'll be back in two hours. Don't even think about inviting Stu over. I'm dead serious, Y/N." and with a final warning followed by a death stare, he closed the door to go out with his girlfriend that he pretended to be in love with for whatever reason.

You never understood why Billy was so overprotective over you when it came to Stu. Did he know something you didn't? Was Stu somehow dangerous or would he break your heart into a million pieces? Even if that was the main reason, honestly you didn't mind finding out for yourself if it meant you could be with Stu sexually or even romantically.

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't concentrate on your novel after that conversation with your brother. Those questions couldn't leave your mind either, so you decided to use your free time to take care of yourself and get a proper treatment. You went to the bathroom to turn on the hot water, wanting nothing more than to relax after a long day of school. The water felt incredible on your skin, making you moan at the peaceful feeling. After a few minutes, you looked down at your legs and thought you'd better shave them as well as your pubic hair, since you wanted your skin to feel clean and smooth. Once you had finished, you put on a face mask before applying a body cream to your body. It felt so refreshing, as your worries and personal problems temporarily disappeared and were replaced by the feeling of pretending to be treated like a princess. You had so much fun on taking care of yourself and helping you raise your self-esteem that you almost didn't hear the doorbell ring. Why is Billy back already? And why did he ring the doorbell if you saw him take his house keys before he left? You quickly put on your cutest pajamas, since you were taking your princess treatment seriously, and ran to the door. You knew it was dangerous to open the door without checking who it was first, however you were expecting Billy, so you didn't pay much attention to it.

"Stu? What are you doing here?" you frowned as your eyes widened in disbelief, immediately feeling your cheeks turn red, because Stu was seeing you in your pajamas for the first time. Perhaps you should have checked who it was before opening the door so confidently, you noted mentally.

"Oh hey, Y/N! I didn't expect you to open the door. Not that I mind, you look really cute. Where's your brother?" you felt his big blue eyes on you, clearly checking you out as he looked you up and down. He also complimented you as if it was the most natural thing for him to do, probably having no idea of how hysterical it made you feel inside. After that, he walked past you as if he felt he had the right to enter your house without waiting for your permission.

"Uh... Billy didn't tell you? He left with Sid like half an hour ago. You should come back later or call him instead if you want to talk to him." you tried to say the right words so that Stu would get the message that he had to leave, since you didn't want to upset your brother and go against his word. However, deep down, if you listened to your needs, you wanted nothing more than to stay with Stu and enjoy his company, allowing yourself to get to know him better without being pressured into making small talk with him.

"Nahh it's cool, I can wait here. Wanna watch a movie? There's this crazy horror movie that came out recently and I really wanna watch it! Since Billy is not here, we could watch it together, what do you say?" his enthusiasm and energy were something you'd never seen before, and you found it very ironic and funny that he was the complete opposite of Billy, yet they managed to have such a deep and strong friendship. You were left speechless, knowing that your plan to convince Stu to leave your house before your brother got back went down the drain.

"Yeah, sure. Sounds like a plan." you answered, trying not to sound too excited about the idea of watching a movie with him and finally being able to be close to him and having some time alone with him as well.

"That's my girl! Where's the popcorn?" he asked casually, as he headed towards the pantry since he already knew yours and Billy's house like the back of his hand. What was he trying to do?? Drive you crazy with his constant compliments and flirting? Without needing your help, he picked a big bowl of popcorn that you had bought for yourself a few days ago and sat down on the sofa, using the tv remote to put on the movie he had chosen all by himself without giving you a chance to suggest any other ideas.

You stood paralyzed in the middle of the living room, still not processing that Stu was right in front of you waiting for you to join him... in your own house... alone.

"Are you gonna sit here with me or do I have to lift you up and make you sit on my lap instead?" his eyes were on you again, while an evident smirk was plastered on his handsome face. Oh God, he's definitely trying to drive you insane. It was then that you managed to move from where you were standing, walking slowly towards him. As soon as you sat down by his side, trying to keep some distance between the two of you so you could control yourself, you decided to speak.

"Look, Stu. I'd really enjoy to watch a movie with you, but you know damn well that if Billy finds us, he will-" as soon as you mentioned your brother's name, Stu immediately rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically.

"Come on Y/N, don't be like that! Billy is not here and if we want to be with each other, why should I stay away from you? It's not like I'm gonna jump on you and force you to have sex with me or something. I mean, unless you want me to." he laughed as if the whole thing was a joke to him, like he didn't understand the risks and the trouble you could both get into. He never took anything seriously and sometimes you wished you could be more like him. You blushed instantly at his shameless confession and your heart skipped a beat. Did he just admit he wanted to have sex with you as much as you did? When he saw your face, he started laughing exaggeratedly, obviously proud of himself for leaving you speechless and very shy with just a few words.

"My brother can't know you're here with me. Stu, I'm serious..." you didn't know what to say or how to react. The only thing you knew was that you weren't wearing panties and your pajama shorts were already wet.

"Oh really? Because I bet if I touched you right now, my fingers would be soaked." this time, his face was dead serious, his pupils dilated with lust and his intense eyes not leaving yours for even a second.

Your breathing was heavy by now, not wanting to give Stu the satisfaction of discovering how much you craved him. Without any warning, Stu grabbed your thigh and pulled you closer to him, surprising you with his unexpected strength. With his free hand, he easily moved the thin fabric of your pajama shorts and touched your bare cunt, proving his suspicions right. His long, slim fingers traced the drenched lips of your pussy, collecting your juices before circling your clit lightly. His teasing made you gasp and moan unintentionally so you bit your lips, forbidding yourself to let any more erotic sounds escape from your throat. He then brought his wet fingers into your vision, showing you how soaked you were for him with so little, as if you didn't already know. You felt extremely embarrassed at the sight displayed in front of you that Stu forced you to see, before a broad smile appeared on his face filled with pride. He eagerly took them into his mouth, moaning and sucking your cum off his fingers like it was the most delicious honey he had ever tasted in his life.

"Holy shit, I didn't know you tasted this good. Looks like I was right! My intuition never fails me, baby. You even shaved for me... looks like you knew this was gonna happen after all." he confessed with a big grin on his lips. You stood there with your legs slightly spread, not knowing whether to kiss him now and make your dreams come true or wait for his next move. Just as you were about to gather the courage to devour him, he was quicker and spoke first. "Now, let's watch this movie before that asshole returns home." and just like that, he pressed the play button and started the movie while eating popcorn as if nothing had happened.

You felt extremely annoyed and mad at him. How could he do this to you, only to stop his teasing and pretend that nothing had happened? How could he have so much self-control? Obviously, you couldn't focus on the movie, so you just enjoyed the sweet taste of the popcorn while trying your best, yet in vain, to extinguish the fire that was lit inside you. Twenty minutes into the movie, there wasn't as much action as you'd expect, which annoyed you and Stu as well. You almost missed how his eyes remained fixed on you, a smirk returning to his face with the intention of putting an end to what he had begun for good. You felt his right arm around you, after he had slowly approached you, as he whispered in you ear.

"I really enjoyed seeing you all frustrated because of me, but I promise you I'm not a selfish guy. I want to see my girl satisfied, even tho I like to tease you a bit. Come here, let me help you finish what I started." he said before getting up from the couch, offering his hand for you to take. You couldn't contain your excitement, so you rolled your eyes at him playfully and smiled excitedly, leading him to your room.

When you got there, he wasted no time and pushed you against the wall while kissing you feverishly, as if he needed to kiss you in order to survive. Your tongues and lips moved against each other as you fought for dominance, saliva spreading all over your chin and lips as he moved to your neck to give you visible love bites. You knew you'd have to cover that up later, but right now you didn't give a damn as you craved his possessive marks on you. You felt his hard cock against your core, rubbing against you to relieve some tension from both of you, and you could tell by its size that he was big. He quickly undressed you completely while he stripped only his shirt, enjoying your desperate look to see him fully naked too.

"Don't worry baby, you'll get to see my cock soon. Wait until it's inside you." he teased once again, before pushing you onto your bed, climbing up and grabbing your thighs close to his. He stared at your body as if it was the first time he'd seen a woman's naked body, as his lips salivated from hunger and desire. "Fuck, I knew you'd be beautiful naked, but nothing prepared me for seeing this gorgeousness all spread and wet for me." before you could react, you felt Stu kissing, sucking and biting your thighs to tease you a little longer, yet he quickly gave up on that idea and pressed his warm tongue against your throbbing clit.

To say that you moaned loudly was an understatement, as you screamed at the contact of his tongue on you while you clung to the soft sheets onto your dear life. He began eating you out like a mad man, alternating between sucking your clit and fucking your needy hole with his long tongue. You could tell he was skilled at oral sex, since it was the best you'd ever received and he made you cum in less than five minutes. Maybe you were ridiculously horny and turned on by him? Undoubtedly, yet his oral sex skills made everything better and much more intense. After that, he didn't stop his assaults on your overstimulated pussy, even if you begged him to. He made you cum a second time, but this time with his long fingers curled deep inside you. You felt like you were in heaven, as he gave you the most intense orgasm you had ever had in your entire life. You moaned like a porn star, unable to contain yourself, before you heard your front door slam shut.

You immediately leaned up on your elbows as you looked at Stu, who had an "oh fuck, we're screwed" expression on his face, accompanied by a contained laugh.

Indeed, you were both definitely screwed.

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ghouljams · 10 months

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Okay but I feel like Fae Konig is going to be genuinely sad he doesn’t had a bracelet. Liebling gets tired of him pouting so she half heartedly makes him one🥺

Love continues to make Liebling's life harder.

"And Ghost made this." You clarify, looking at the daisy bracelet Love is wearing. She'd practically shoved it under your nose when she walked in. It isn't an engagement ring, you don't know what the big deal is. It's cute though, you can admit that.

"I made one for him too!" Love beams, grabbing Ghosts arm to hold it up. He's wearing a, you hesitate to call it a friendship bracelet when they're clearly dating, but it's got little pink skulls on it and the same "Love" beads. You wonder if the name thing was an issue. Ghost doesn't look at you as Love shows off her work. Probably for the best.

"Cute," You tell her, not sure what else to say. There's the very distinct sound of splintering glass from the other side of the shop. You look to see what the hell just happened and find König holding the remains of a vase. The rest of it seems to be in shards on the floor.

He and Ghost are staring at each other. Something you are starting to think is just their natural state, which is weird because you've seen them get along well enough in the past. Sometimes you think they're almost friendly. Now though...

You glance back at Ghost. Even through the mask you can tell he's grinning, König's fists clench. Love leans around Ghost to wave at König.

"Hey Big Guy! Always nice to have you 100 yards from me." You don't know what the fuck she's talking about but Ghost tries to cover his laugh with a cough. God. You really hate to admit that they're a cute couple.

König wanders to the back to clean the glass out of his hands while you and Love finish your weekly meeting. He doesn't come back out until the door closes on her and Ghost.

"What's wrong with you?" You ask him, he's wearing his sad eyes. You wish he wouldn't do that. You also wish he would've cleaned up the busted vase himself instead of making you do it while entertaining Love.

"They have exchanged cords, you do not give me gifts."

"Exchanged- König they're friendship bracelets not wedding rings."

"What is the difference?"

"They're not getting married?" You tell him incredulously, "And what do you mean I don't give you things, I give you plenty of stuff."

"They are already married why would they do so again?" König tips his head to the side, inquisitive clicks making you press your palms against your eyes just for any sort of pressure release.

"Oh my God." You groan, whatever nonsense König has cooked up today you're not feeling it, "What do you want from me, I'm not marrying you."

"You're so cruel to me Schatz," König sighs, you glare at him between your fingers.

"I'm not crafty, it'll look like shit," You tell him, he nods, "I mean it, it'll be so shitty and bad, you won't like it." He nods again, a little more excited. "And you can't bug me about this again if they come in with matching tattoos or something." König hesitates then nods a final time.

"I will think of something more permanent, don't worry." He tells you, and see stuff like that is exactly what makes you worried. What makes you think König has never been told 'no' in his life, because you know he means it. Permanent. The thought makes you shudder.

#Then liebling does in fact make him the shittiest most basic friendship bracelet #she's really bad at the bracelet game #König is very pleased with it though #Fae!König #y'all are not gonna believe what his permanent solution is #but also you probably will it's not that complicated #how are we all liking the shadowban content #konig x you #konig x reader #Fae!Ghost #oc: Love #I guess she needs a tag #könig x you #König x reader

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abeautylives · 24 days

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Times I Remember Well

(and Some That I Don’t)

Part 1

author’s note: I’m really excited to have something to share with you guys. It’s written from a diff POV than I usually do, but my main character girly pop has a lot of personality 😘 Big big big thank you to bff @samkiszkasfacialhair for all the help, the ideas, and the motivation 🤍

pairing: female!OCxkiszkas (just read it, you’ll figure it out)

time frame: 2010-2014

word count: 5.7k this part

warnings: language, illicit substance use, rampant teenage emotions and delulu, kissing, josh 🥺

I don’t actually remember the day I met Sam Kiszka.

Not the date, or even the day of the week. I do know what year it was, because it was the year my mom moved us to this quaint (read: weird) little town. Charming, but weird. And boring.

Boring, until I met Sam.

Eleven-year-old Sam was a menace, but twelve-year-old me was bored. So obviously, we became the best of friends. He taught me how to light a firecracker, I had an endless supply of Barbies to blow up. He showed me how to slip out of my bedroom window without making a sound, I told him how to impress girls without grossing them out. In our early teenage years, he introduced me to drugs and I taught him how to unclasp a bra. Chill out, it was weed, and I wasn’t even wearing the bra.

My mom just loved that I’d made such a great friend.

The first time I was allowed to play at his house I met his sister, who was closer to my age, but it was too late. Sam and I were already attached at the hip, though mine sat an inch or two higher than his for a couple of years, until a growth spurt and puberty eventually left him with the height advantage.

That was when he stopped calling me by my name, and started calling me Tiny. Like I said, a menace.

“You’re the coolest girl I know, even if you’re vertically challenged.”

Please note: the first time he said this to me, he had finally just surpassed me in height by half an inch.

Then of course, there were the twins. You’d think the eldest siblings would not have become a big part of my life, but they were just always around, and actually liked hanging out with their baby brother. Close knit family and all that. It’s weird, right? At the wise and worldly age of twelve, the two fourteen-year-olds terrified me. Josh and Jake were both scary in their own way to a pubescent girl on the cusp of teenager-dom. Jake was pretty quiet, but his ego was not. He was hot, okay? In like, a Justin Bieber-y way but also kind of a jock-y way, but a jock with a guitar. Whatever, I’m only human.

Josh was… well, Josh was Josh. Unlike anyone else I’d ever met, and not necessarily in a good way. He was loud, like, all the time. He never seemed to stop talking and ended most of his sentences at an eardrum-piercing decibel level. Fortunately, or not, he didn’t get hot until I was old enough to obsess over it.

I’m sure I didn’t speak a coherent word to either of them the entire first year of my friendship with Sam.

I have a million memories of the time I spent with Sam and his family, but I have no recollection of the day I fell in love with Josh Kiszka.

But once I did, it was a deep, obsessive kind of love that only a teenager can achieve. One day he was my best friend’s eccentric older brother and the next…

Well, the next he was a rockstar.

I mentioned the whole jock with a guitar thing that Jake had going on, and that really hadn’t changed, but somewhere along the way Josh had transformed from a loud, annoying theater kid to a genuine, full blown vocalist. I mean, for a while he was both.

When they first started playing together, I only gave a shit because they’d roped Sam into it too and it took up way too much of his time. I’d watch them play, and they weren’t… bad? They weren’t good either. My time could have been better spent watching R rated movies (scandalous) or, I don’t know, doing my homework. But nope! We were in a band now.

They practiced, a lot. It felt like all they did was practice, for at least a couple years. And I just watched dutifully, every weekend of every month of every year. They did get better.

But here’s the thing. I was there for all of it. I was there the day Jake ran into the living room and snatched Sam up by the back of his shirt. Come on Sammy boy, we need you on bass. I was there the day their buddy Kyle sat down at the drum kit and completed the ensemble. (I was also there the day he got replaced.) And of course, I was there the day Josh pushed his voice past the instruments and the amps, and went from a weak imitation of a rock singer to something else all together. Something totally and completely him.

That’s not the day I fell in love with him (I would’ve remembered), but it was the first time he had ever… impressed me. And not that I cared, but Jake was impressed too. I saw it on his face.

It was cute. In like, a sweet, brotherly way.

Okay, anyway! The combination of Jake’s skill and Josh’s raw talent got them noticed. (Sammy’s talent would develop over time, I didn’t forget about him. Sam, you’re the most talented one in the band.) And then they were playing actual gigs. I wasn’t allowed to go to most of those early ones, because for some reason these dive bars were permitting these pint sized, teenage Zeppelin wannabes to perform at them. Old people like our parents loved that shit. The locals went crazy for it.

They played Fischer Hall a couple times, right there in town, but around their third or fourth gig there, Josh had unbuttoned the flowy, floral, women’s blouse he was wearing and took to the stage with it hanging open, beaded necklaces draped down his bare chest and curly hair wild.

Why was he sort of… ripped? How had I never noticed? Were his pants always so tight? And low cut? I was sweating. I didn’t even know he was literally cosplaying Robert Plant.

Did I fall in love with him that night? Of course not, I already told you I don’t remember the day that happened.

The Saturday after my sixteenth birthday, I left my house around 8:30 to head to Sam’s. To my mom, this was an average Saturday night - I spent nearly all of them at Sam’s house, where his parents were always home. Ya know, or so mine thought. Whether the Kiszkas were actually home or not, we hung out in the garage.

That’s not as weird as it sounds, it was a really cool garage. With furniture and everything. And their instruments, a lot of them. I don’t know how every one of these guys knew how to play every instrument packed into that room, but they did. And by the time I was sixteen, they were really almost good at it.

(Jake was good. Very good… I told you he was hot.)

This particular Saturday though, this was going to be the Saturday that changed my life. And I wanted to dress the part.

In hindsight, I wore something I’d probably worn a hundred times. Then why had it taken me so long to get ready? I changed my jeans twice, my shirt at least ten times, added a sweater, threw it back on my bed, added a flannel, tossed that to the floor. Picked it back up and shoved my arms in, made sure it hung off my shoulder just so. Shoulders are sexy, right? Do guys like shoulders? Oh shit, what do guys even like?

Anyway, I left the house looking exactly as I always did.

I rode my bike slowly that night, already hyper aware of the sweat under my arms.

So I slowed my pedaling even further. When the house came into view, I hopped off the bike and walked it up the drive before tossing it to the grass outside the garage.

Okay, knock twice and just go in.

That’s what everyone always did, what I always did. Just knock twice then lift the door. Everyone was always welcome, come on in!

So go in, idiot.

Look, I did it eventually. Just like always, knock knock, lift the door enough to slip underneath, let it close behind me. Except when it rolled back to the ground, I lost my nerve and stood frozen there for a few seconds too long.

Sam called me out, because he’s a menace.

“The hell are you doing, Tiny? We started without you.”

I moved farther into the space, eyes bouncing between my options through the soft haze of pungent smoke that already hung over the room. There was my usual spot - on the floor, next to the spot where Sam sat cross-legged, his long frame folded and bent, his sharp elbows resting on his knees as he waited for the joint to make its way back to him.

Not tonight, I’m on a mission.

Jake sat to his left, in a well-worn, floral print wingback chair. It was comfortable enough for one person, decades of weight softening the strength of the cushion’s springs before it ever came to live in this particular garage. Jake’s body was slung over it, legs thrown haphazardly over an arm while his own were wrapped around an acoustic guitar. Typical. He tipped his chin at me from under the brim of a bucket hat, then nodded towards the floor beside him. Holy shit, does he want me to sit by him?! I think my fingers lifted in a barely-there wave but I’m not really sure they were functioning correctly.

Okay focus, he did not. Does not. Not in this lifetime.

Still without his next hit, Sam glanced up at me over his shoulder and patted the threadbare throw rug next to him. “Sit down weirdo, you’re making me paranoid.”

Nerves that I’d never, never, felt before in this room fluttered through my stomach, I let my gaze meet Sam’s before continuing the search for a place to plant myself.

There was really only one option left - the couch - and both ends were already occupied. Our friend Danny (Kyle’s replacement, sorry Kyle) was in the process of melting into the corner closest to Jake, his eyes glassy and already tinged pink when he looked up at me. Only his eyebrows lifted in greeting before he mirrored Sam’s offer to sit next to him, tapping the cushion beside him.

This is fine, totally normal! Danny was Sam’s other half. Well, his other male half. I guess we were in thirds. A trio.

I accepted the offering, stepping around the coffee table, scarred with years worth of “art” - drawings and carvings, a few discreet dirty words etched into the surface in between - to drop to the middle of the couch. One of Sam’s brows tipped up when I met his eyes again, his expression asking, “Dude, what gives?”

“Hey, you’re here!” He noticed me, finally. Silvery smoke crept from between his lips as he grinned, and I watched transfixed when they pursed together and he blew a cloud toward the ceiling. My stare was broken when he leaned across the table and passed the joint to an impatient Sam, but to the delight of the butterflies going nuts in the pit of my stomach, he leaned back into the cushions and threw an arm over the back of the couch behind me. EEEEP!

“Hey-“ It was a humiliating and unsexy croak, and I quickly cleared my throat and tried again. “Hey, Josh. Hi.”

His long hair was pulled back, his entire face available for my viewing pleasure. Things were going perfectly.

I joined the rotation, the weed easing the flutters caused by sitting so close to Josh, but amplifying the feeling that the other three were watching and wondering why I was acting so strange.

They were not. They were high.

Aside from the stray curious eyebrow from my BFF across the table, they actually acted like nothing was abnormal about my seating choice, even when I started to scooch imperceptibly to my left every time I adjusted the way I was sitting.

Pulled my legs up under me? Scooch.

Dropped them down so my sneakers met the cement? Scooch.

Crossed my left ankle over my right knee? Scooch.

It was totally subtle.

“I’m gonna grab a pop, you guys want anything?” Sam startled me out of a pleasant reverie as he jumped up from the floor, but my freaking knee was touching Josh’s knee! No I don’t want anything, I have everything I need right here!

It turned out Sam was a huge knee blocker. He gripped me by an elbow and peeled me from the couch as the others murmured at our retreating backs about needing Doritos. He pushed me out the side door and towards the house and had me in the kitchen before I could even tell him he was ruining everything!

Even through bleary, hooded eyes, his death glare was brutal.

“Saaammmmm, what are you doing?!” “What the hell do you think you’re doing, T?”

More glaring. He broke the glare-off first, jerking his head to the side to flick his hair out of his eyes and turning to open the refrigerator, but once his face was inside it, he called me out again.

“Why are you being so weird with Josh?”

I love him, I need him!

“Whaaa.. I don’t know what you mean. You’re just super high.” Yeah, I really thought that would work. Sue me!

Straightening to his full height (seriously, like two inches taller than me… maybe three), he spun to face me again. He actually looked down his nose at me.

“Do you like, like him? What the fuck, Tiny?” He whispered that last part, as if his parents were lurking around the corner waiting to bust him for cussing.

“Look, you wouldn’t understand Sam. I’m much older than y-“

“You’re not even an entire year older than me.”

“Eleven months is basically an entire ye-“

“That’s not the point!” That part was like whisper yelling. I swear it looked like he was yelling, but it sounded like he was whispering.

“Okay!” Yeah, I whisper yelled back. “Sammy, I like him… I’m sorry! I don’t even know when it happened but I woke up one day and I realized that he’s perfect! He’s funny and nice and he’s so… so… cute! Okay? He’s so cute I wanna die and I love him!”

Sam’s eyes were wide, as wide as they could be under the circumstances, and he stared at me like I’d grown another head. With a horn coming out of it.

“You love him. You realize how dumb you sound right now?”

Dumb? No no, this was serious. I pleaded with my best friend for forgiveness. And his help. “Sam… please. Don’t be mad at me, I- I don’t know, I can’t help it! That’s just how I feel, and I want him to like me back!” That’s when it hit me, I needed a wingman for this plan.

“Can you help me get him to like me back?” I gave him my best puppy dog eyes, bottom lip stuck out and everything. As if that had ever worked in the four years we’d known each other so far.

“Fuck no.” His eyes moved side to side, looking for sneaky parents again I guessed. “Definitely not. Why do you have to like my brother, dude? That’s sick, it’s like incest or something!” He stomped his feet a little, and I couldn't help but think it made him look like a child. He was a child! This was serious, grown-up shit and I didn’t have time to play games.

“Ugh, if you’re not gonna help me then at least get out of my way.” I pushed past him and headed back out of the house and into the garage. Not much had changed when I got there, but Danny must have left while Sam and I were gone. The entire couch was empty aside from Josh, still sitting cross-legged in one corner. Damn it!

I flopped into the spot that Danny had vacated, just as Sam hustled back in through the side door, arms full of sodas and bags of chips. My cheeks were warm when I looked up at him, and then they burst into flames.

“Scoot over T, I like the corner spot.”

He’s helping me! Oh shit, he’s helping me. Move your ass!!

Fumbling for a grip on reality, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Sam’s. He lifted his brows and tilted his head in Josh’s direction. I suddenly remembered why I wasted all my days with this kid - he’s my ride or die. And now I owed him, big.

As soon as I stood to shift to the center of the couch, Sam’s elbow snuck out and made contact with my shoulder. My feet tangled with each other and, balance lost, I tumbled. Right into the arms of my beloved.

Okay okay, that’s a reach. But I did land on him. Sam had nudged me just hard enough to send me toward the opposite end of the couch and I landed ass-first on Josh’s leg, still folded and crossed under the other.

Through the mortification, I heard Sam’s distinct snickering as he placed himself gently on the other cushion. Then, through the popping of soda tabs and crinkling of chip bags, I heard the sweetest, most beautiful sound ever.

“If you wanted to sit next to me so bad, you could’ve just done it, T.”

I quite literally had to extract myself from his lap, but Josh just giggled as I clumsily moved off of him. To my extreme delight and disbelief, I didn’t make it too far. He slung an arm over my shoulders and kept me at his side. We are sharing a cushion. ALERT ALERT - OUR THIGHS ARE TOUCHING.

His hand wrapped around the ball of my shoulder and squeezed. Not once, but twice. I felt like I was gonna puke, but I risked turning my head and meeting his eyes. And he. Fucking. Smiled.

“You good, Tiny?” I should’ve laughed. We were the same exact height, I could be calling him tiny. But this wasn’t funny, because he was still smiling at me and he’d lowered his voice to speak directly to me and I felt it all the way to my toes. Somehow I managed to smile back.

“I’m good.” I was soooooo good. Even when Sam shoved a bag of Doritos at me, I was good. Because Josh reached into it and pulled a few out for himself. He reached into my lap! For chips!

Risking a sideways glance at Sam, I found him eyeballing Josh’s hand that was still resting lightly over my shoulder. I gave him my best “holy shit holy shit holy shit” expression, to which he rolled his eyes and shrugged. Before turning my attention back to the love of my life, my gaze drifted past Sam and landed on Jake. Oh, he was still here? Hadn’t noticed.

Except I was noticing. And he didn’t look pleased. He locked in and held eye contact, absolutely scowling. He was pissed. At me?! I must not have hidden my surprise well, because after a few more tense seconds of the longest eye contact we’d ever held, he blinked away and flung the guitar he’d been cradling all night over the arm of the chair.

Look, he didn’t throw it or anything. The stand was right there and the guitar landed safely, if not a little roughly, in its place. But then he tossed the open bag of Lay’s to the table, swung his legs around and stood. He caught my eye again, his hair doing that flippy thing over his eyebrows as he shook his head.

“Whatever. Night, guys.”

Just like that, he was gone. Two down, one to go. GTFO Sam!!

The next hour or so passed in a blur. Sam kept hitting the joint long after Josh and I had turned it down, and by the time he’d deposited the roach in the ashtray he could barely keep his eyes open. I watched his head fall back into the cushion and pounced on my opportunity.

Leaning away from Josh’s loving embrace (shut up, I was in heaven okay?), I slapped Sam’s chest with the back of my hand.

“Sammy… Sam!” He snorted as his head whipped up, swiped a hand over his mouth and looked at me. I was still leaning toward him, my back to Josh, and I spoke to him telepathically. Or with my eyebrows.

Get out of here right now or so help me God.

He answered verbally, like he couldn't even read my mind. “Huh?”

I withheld growling at him like an animal. “Why don’t you go to bed, man? You’re toast.” Go. NOW.

His eyes tried to focus on me, they really did, before he shook his head and tried again. “Shit. Yeah, okay. Are you… do you wanna stay on the couch tonight?”

Yes. This couch. Allll night long.

“Yeah yeah, I will, but I’m not tired yet. I’m just gonna, um, chill here for a little bit longer?” At that, I turned my head and risked a glance at Josh. Thank God I did, because he was already looking at me, and he grinned. EEEEEEEP!

“I’m not tired yet either, we can listen to some music.” I doubted I could hear music at that point, not over the blood rushing in my ears. But then, oh then, he looked up at Sam and said, “I’ll make sure she makes it to bed, I mean, the couch. Downstairs, I’ll make sure she makes it downstairs.”

“Fine, whatever.” See? He’s my ride or die. “See you in the morning, T.” And then he was gone.

We were alone.

HELLO? WE. WERE. ALONE.

Sure, I’d been alone with Josh before. I’d been hanging around his house nearly every day for four years, we’d definitely been left in a room together at some point. But not while his arm was draped loosely over my shoulders, not while our legs were touching, not while my heart was about to beat out of my chest.

But now that we were alone, I had no effing clue what to do. Then Josh stood up. My heart dropped into my stomach, but he walked over to the stacked milk crates that housed a small part of their family’s record collection and crouched to skim through them. He found something he liked and set it on the turntable, the needle bringing the crackling beginnings of a song to life.

When he turned back to face me, I thought for sure he’d sit in that ugly wingback chair. Or at the other end of the couch. Instead, he circled the coffee table and sat on the opposite side of me than he had been all night. And now his other thigh was touching mine!

I’m pretty sure my throat closed up because I had to clear it rather unattractively to speak. “What, uhh, ha, um, who is this?”

Sexy, right?

Didn’t matter, his smile took shape right in front of my eyes and all I could see was the little barely-there gap between his front teeth. I wanted to know what it felt like on my tongue. Would I be able to tell? If I kissed him right now, would I be able to feel that little discrepancy in the perfection of his teeth? I lifted my eyes to meet his and realized he’d spoken, and I’d missed it.

“Sorry, uhh… what?”

His head tilted and his eyes searched my face for… something. “Wilson Pickett. Sammy hasn’t played this for you?”

Sammy? Who is Sammy? Ohhh right, best friend.

“Um, no, I don’t think so. But maybe? There’s always music on, he’s probably played this.”

He just nodded, at first in response to my rambling and then in time with the song. When it ended, he just… looked at me, for what felt like forever but was probably only a few seconds. I was once again hyper aware of my underarms. Sweating. So I slipped the flannel off of my shoulders, keeping my forearms in the sleeves but giving me some airflow to the pits. Josh’s eyes dropped from mine and landed on the now exposed skin. Yes! Guys like shoulders!

The realization slapped me in the face, so I grabbed it and ran. I slid my arms out of the sleeves and tossed the flannel past Josh and onto the chair, thanking God that I’d worn a tank top. He gulped. Like a full-blown gulp.

Omg I’m making him nervous!!

Confidence boosted, I shifted even closer to him, until our bodies were tucked tight against each other. I’d never been this close to him, aside from that one time we’d been crammed in the back seat of his mom’s car with Sam and Jake, their sister sitting pretty in the front seat. But then I had been a scrawny kid, only thirteen (and a half) and he had been a really weird fifteen year old, not yet having grown into his features. I hadn’t wanted any part of his stinky, sweaty, farty body near me and I’d squeezed myself so close to Sam I was practically in his lap.

But on this night? This Saturday after my sixteenth birthday, I was no longer a kid. And he was no longer weird. He was beautiful, and my face was really close to his face. I could feel it when he whispered, his breath actually touched my lips.

“Wha- what are you doing, T?”

He was looking at my lips, waiting for my answer. I licked them because I was freaking parched, but he watched. And I watched him gulp, again! My tongue slipped out and wet my bottom lip a second time.

“Josh?” Whispering is sexy, it’s seductive. I was sure of it. He did it back, just my name - my actual name - lilting at the end in question.

“Do you.. wanna… kiss me?” I leaned over him, placed my left hand on his chest and felt his collar bone under my fingertips through his t-shirt. Holy shit holy shit holy shit.

I saw the panic widen his eyes, then they darted around me, looking at anything but me. It was really so cute how nervous he was. He was eighteen, for Christ sake! And I was making him nervous!

“Kiss me, Josh.” His eyes snapped back to mine, slipped down to my mouth again and then back.

And then. He. Freaking. KISSED. ME.

In a split second that felt like hours, I watched his eyes close and perfect lips pucker. My eyes stayed open at first, I didn’t want to miss this.

Leaning further into him, I settled my lips against his and slid the hand on his chest up the side of his neck (his pulse was out of control, by the way), and then cradled his jaw. My fingertips were in his hair right behind his ear. I pulled his face closer and ramped up the pressure of our lips pushed together.

He put his hands on me. I swear to God, he really did! One reached for my hip and the other came up to rest against my cheek. My eyes fluttered closed and my body took over. Not a coherent thought left in my pretty little head. Especially when our mouths separated, and then he pushed them back together.

With a mind of its own, my other hand came up and gripped his shoulder. Then my leg swung over his lap and I. Was. Straddling. Him.

It wasn’t my fault. My brain had gone haywire, my body moving on instinct. I’d quite literally never done this before. I’d kissed plenty, I even kissed Sam once (barf), but this felt different. This felt mature. Probably a little more mature than I was ready for but like I said, it was not my fault.

A lot of blame fell on Josh, a whole mountain of it, when the hand on my cheek dropped to my other hip and gripped hard, pulled me flush against him. And his lips coerced my mouth open. And the tip of his tongue swept out and touched mine.

Oh, I was in way over my head. But this was Josh, the boy I loved, and he was loving me back!

A sound I’d never made before crept up my throat. Instant embarrassment heated my already toasty cheeks and climbed up my neck, but then. Ohh then. The same freaking sound came from somewhere below me. Josh groaned. Because of me.

My animal brain completely took over. My tongue was already sliding against his, and my hips decided to follow suit. With zero finesse, they rocked into his. Just once.

He broke the kiss and dropped his head back to the cushion.

No no noooooo, you like this! You love it!

I could feel the proof that he loved it. I was sitting on it. I could see it, his chest heaving.

So I leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his throat.

“Stop, T.” His hands fell limp and landed on my thighs. My brain scrambled to catch up. Stop? Go! His fingers spread across the denim on my legs. Go go go!

But then he pushed. I leaned back to see his face, find an explanation, but his eyes were still closed as he pushed me off of his lap. Helped me swing my leg back over. Kept his hands on my thighs until they were planted back on the couch and closed. Firmly. Then they left me, and I felt their absence like a knife to the heart.

“I… wow, okay.” It’s the best I could manage to formulate, but my brain was running in overdrive.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have let that happen.” He rubbed his palms, the ones that were just holding me, over his knees then leaned forward and dropped his forehead into them.

Okay, maybe he just thinks we were moving too fast!

“Josh, it’s okay. I want this! We can just kiss, I’ll stay over here and you stay there and-“

It was so quiet, but it stopped my words on my tongue and slammed my lips shut.

“I can’t.”

Okay. Okay. Okay.

It’s because Sam’s my best friend.

It’s because I’m too young.

He thinks I’m still a kid.

Like his kid sister.

Fuck!

Anger rolled through me. “Why? Is it Sam?”

He scrubbed his hands over his face and turned to me. Looked at me, finally.

“No, I-“

“Am I too young for you? You’re not that much older, Josh and we’ve known eachother forever, it’s not that big of a de-“

“It’s not that, Tiny.” His eyes closed again.

“Don’t call me that!” He’d offended me, I was o-ffen-ded. “I’m not a little fucking kid!” Okay, I was pissed! I was a grown ass woman!

(I wasn’t.)

Both of his hands reached forward and he pulled mine towards him. Held them there. Opened his eyes. Was he gonna cry? Why are his eyes wet?! Shit, am I crying?

“It’s not you, T. It’s me.” Oh please. “I- well, I um, I like someone else.”

Back to angry! “What?! Then why the hell were you kissing me?!” What a scoundrel, what a snake, what an asshole!

“It’s not like that-“

“What the fuck is it like?!” I didn’t normally curse much at that age, but when I tell you I was mad? Hurt? Embarrassed? I couldn’t stop it from happening.

Shit, his eyes were definitely wet.

“It’s a guy.”

He whispered it, and it wasn’t sexy, it wasn’t seductive. It was sad. Scared. Defeated. I snatched my hands out of his.

There was a long silence. Uncomfortable. He stared at his empty hands and we processed.

“What did you say?” His posture shrank, like he was trying to disappear. “Josh, it’s okay. Talk to me.” It was my turn to take his hands. I held them in mine and squeezed once.

“I’m so sorry, I- I just don’t like you. Like that.” His eyes found their way back to my face, “I really like him.” They went wide and I’m pretty sure mine did too. He seemed shocked that he’d said it out loud, right before panic spread across his features again.

“Please don’t say anything, T. I haven’t- no one knows that. No one. Please.”

“No, I would never Josh, I swear. I just… why were you, ya know, kissing me?” Touching me, pulling me in. He pulled his hands away from me this time.

“I just wanted to feel normal. I wanted them to think I was normal.”

I couldn’t help it. I threw my arms around him and held on tight.

“You are.” Normal and beautiful and perfect. And not mine. A heavy sigh slipped from between my lips. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”

He stayed silent, so I did too. I kept my arms around him for a few minutes before finally letting them slip free, rubbing a palm between his shoulder blades.

“I guess I should go… Are you okay?” Look, I was not okay, but it didn’t seem like that was important anymore.

“Aren’t you gonna stay downstairs tonight?”

Definitely not. “No, I think I should go home…” Probably won’t show my face over here for a goooood long time.

“Let me walk with you.”

I did. He walked on the other side of my bike while I walked it by the handlebars. When we reached my driveway, I left the bike propped against the side of the garage and turned to him. And just like in my dreams, he moved close and pecked a kiss into my cheek. Then he pulled me into his arms.

“I’m really sorry… I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, ya know?” His voice was soft and low, his breath tickling my ear. It should’ve been a literal dream come true.

A half step back and I rubbed my hands up and down his arms. “It’s really fine. I’m sorry for…” Humiliating us both? “Everything.”

“You don’t have to apologize. I mean it,” he emphasized when I shook my head. “Just… please don’t say anything. Even to Sam. Especially to Sam. I’m gonna tell them all when I’m ready, I think.”

Huge, massive sigh. “I won’t. I promise.”

And I never did. Not really.

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gabessquishytum · 5 months

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When Dream and Hob first started dating, at some point the subject of children comes up. Dream says something along the lines of he likes the idea of children, and is indifferent to the number of them, so long as he had the right partner to help him raise them. Hob sighs wistfully and says he’s always wanted a large family, and half-jokes that in an ideal world six or seven kids sounds perfect to him.

In that moment Dream, who is already deeply infatuated and quite easily sees raising a family with this man, suddenly and silently promises to himself that he’ll give Hob those six or seven kids happily.

Time goes on, they get married, and when Dream thinks the time is right he throws everything into getting pregnant. And he succeeds! It takes him by surprise how much he enjoys being pregnant, and obviously he enjoys how much Hob is excited and happy.

Dream doesn’t enjoy the birth so much, and is incredibly annoyed that apparently Hob wants him to do this five or six more times??? He’ll be lucky if Dream ever lets Hob touch him again!!

Of course he calms down once the baby is finally here, he’s too busy gazing rapturously at the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. A close second is when he manages to tear his eyes away from the baby long enough to see the look of awe and joy on Hob’s face.

Even exhausted and still a little in pain, it takes everything in Dream to not immediately demand Hob to give him another baby right this instant. As it is, Dream waits the exact bare minimum amount of time for his body to recover before jumping Hob to get started on baby #2. And so on with #3 and #4 and #5…

Hob doesn’t really remember exactly what he said during that conversation about kids at the start of their relationship, he’s just increasingly thrilled and delighted as the years go by and their brood of children slowly increases. He doesn’t realize that his husband had a goal in mind until soon after they brought baby #6 home. The two were contentedly watching their children sleep when Dream turned to Hob and said “We’ve finally reached the six children you always wanted. Do you think that’s enough, or should we try for one more? I’m happy either way.” Hob suddenly remembered that conversation, started feeling incredibly emotional, and dragged his wonderful beloved husband to bed.

And that’s how baby #7 was conceived after all😁

-🪽anon

This is so pure OK 🥺 love Dream deciding that he'll do anything for Hob but also that he continues feeling the same way and wanting to do it?? Adorable.

And Hob must be both extremely pleased but also a little puzzled by the fact that Dream seems to be on a baby making schedule! He knows that Dream genuinely enjoys his pregnancies and that he seems to want a large family, but it does sometimes seem like Dream is counting up to something?? Hob privately jokes to himself that Dream is trying to make a whole football team.

Well, not quite. Enough for a 7-aside game, though! Hob is so emotional (and horny) that Dream did all of that hard work for him. He would've settled for one or two, or even none at all if Dream hadn't wanted children. But instead they have their big, loud, wonderful brood and it's all down to Dream’s love and generosity.

.....and perhaps a healthy helping of breeding and pregnancy kink from both of them. Hob has certainly been extremely appreciative of Dream throughout every single one of his pregnancies. He hasn't wanked so much since he was a teen (he's not the kind of husband to bother his pregnant partner for sex when he's napping/having a migraine/puking/nursing the last baby he popped out). They've had clandestined fucks in every single room while the kids are briefly napping, and even their non sexual intimacy has been amazing. Hob just wants to hold Dream as much as he'll allow.

He has to agree with his past self. Seven IS a good number.

#🪽anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw mpreg #cw pregnancy

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rainymoodlet · 10 months

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Kiss Me in Komorebi+ 🌸

[Episode Six] Saying Goodbye...

This post absolutely killed me to shoot, omg. I was sitting here thinking "is there any way I can keep them... any way at all..." because these seven sims are genuinely some of the sweetest and funniest pixels I've ever had the pleasure of witnessing exist okay 🥹

Proper goodbyes for our darlings under the cut! Everyone, say a fond and fair farewell to Maxwell, Zayden, Jiro, Jasper, Ainsley, Orlando, and Nolan! 😭 This will not be the last time we see them! They are permanent fixtures in Dan's life from this point on, I'll see to that! 😉

[ Part 5/5 ] 🌹

Maxwell Santiago by @yikessims was an absolute darling from the moment he entered the Mansion. His Gloomy trait tended to get the better of him, though, and while he and Dan were largely friendly and had positive interactions, his constant Sad moodlets tended to make him very unreceptive to Dan's flirtations. Were it not for the negatives from those interactions, I'm sure Max would have made it farther! 🥺

Zayden Mars by @softietrait is exactly as delightful as he is portrayed in writing, and I honestly think he was just too much energy for our Dan! He was often Playful and loved pranking everyone in the house/on the Group Dates, and as Daniel was often the target of a lot of his buzzers, his resulting Tense moodlets made him straight-up refuse flirtations with Zay - who would then be unreceptive to any attempt Dan made to flirt afterward. 😮‍💨

Jiro Okabe by @wormsimblr is genuinely one of the closest sims to Dan in the house when it comes to Friendship points - he closely rivals Dodo for that position! He and Daniel could never seem to get in a groove when it came to romantic interactions, even when Daniel had plenty popping up in his Grab Bag! As you can see here, Jiro even refused an Embrace from the guy before leaving 😟

Jasper Hartley by @2013trait really related to Daniel on a lot of conversational topics, and the two of them got along just fine, but they never seemed to hit a stride with their flirtations. Daniel would try to flirt with Jasper, and Jasper wouldn't be receptive - only for Jas to immediately try to flirt with Daniel after, which he wouldn't accept, and it ended up happening so much that their Romance bar hovered in the same position for most of the challenge. 😓

Ainsley Copper by @jaigny was such a sweetheart, but he and Daniel seemed to have the same "problem" as Jiro and Daniel. Though they're undoubtedly attracted to one another, the two of them ended up closer as friends than they did as potential romantic partners: they can absolutely talk each other's ears off, but once it veered into Romantic interactions, Ainsley would often get Embarrassed by his Socially Awkward trait and their conversations would devolve from there. 😩

Orlando Harper by @akitasimblr was an absolute treat to watch in-game, omg. He was constantly doing something Athletic, and I was often yelling at him to stop going for soccer balls or yoga mats while posing the groups. 😂 I hate to perpetuate his career in Bachelor/ette Challenges, but this man was absolutely resistant to any sort of flirting - and Daniel actually finds him very attractive! 😂 Needless to say, the two have forged a genuine bond during this portion of the show, and I'm sure we'll see much more of Dodo in the rest of Dan's life to come. 😌

And ohhhh... Nolan Langford by @wastelandwhisperer was Sad for some reason on the day of the Rose Ceremony, and it just fit too perfectly to catch Daniel comforting him like this. 🥺 He was genuinely so excited for a chance to meet and romance his childhood hero, but in-game, Nolan tended to either be excited over Dan's celebrity status (which I ended up turning off for the poor guy's sake sdkjfhd) or simply uninterested in Romantic interactions. It's messed up, because Daniel's Grab Bag was always awash with Romantic socials spurred on by his Attraction to Nolan. They just never seemed to hit a stride - I hope you guys enjoyed how I portrayed it in the course of the show!

I love each and every one of these sims very deeply, and I want to thank you all for giving them to me and trusting me with their little pixel hearts. I have been there for the loss of many a sim in a Bachelor/ette Challenge, so I totally understand the disappointment and sadness over not seeing your sim anymore - my askbox is always open!

Again, this is definitely not the last time we'll be seeing these guys. I can't wait to get further into the challenge and show you how they'll be showing back up in the future, but know this - Daniel will keep relationships with these sims for the rest of his little pixel life!

Thank you all for following along with Kiss Me in Komorebi this far - we've gotten through one month, six group dates, and twenty-one solo moments to get to here! And we have so much more to experience: I am so glad you're all enjoying this, and thank you for following Daniel's journey for love! 🥰

I love you all! Have a cookie 🍪

#ts4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 screenshots #ts4 challenge #ts4 bachelor challenge #;kmik #sim: daniel #maxwell santiago by yikessims #zayden mars by softietrait #jiro okabe by wormsimblr #jasper hartley by 2013trait #ainsley copper by jaigny #orlando harper by akitasimblr #nolan langford by wastelandwhisperer #||#sorry this one is late i didn't want to make it. :|#(i'm kidding in terms of being mad but i'm legitimately upset.)#(do not b mad at me if i hide out in the tjol save or with neveah for a while because this shit... broke me)#i already miss them and i haven't even opened up the save from taking these screenshots ugh...#i look at dodo and daniel and BITCH I CRY???#also i argued with nolan for so long bc i could not get the comfort animation to load for shit i'm so sorry baby you didn't deserve it #they all just wanted LOVE I DON'T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE THIS--#like look @ dan's face with ainsley he's definitely tellin him they'll keep in touch okay ToT #jiro was havin none of it and i dont blame him #zay is like bitch we going clubbin we goin to the loudest one and daniel is like BET i owe you #maxwell is definitely getting checked in on bc dan will 100% worry abt him #and jasper took it on the chin but i think nolan genuinely thought the two of them would against all odds be the endgame :'(

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ghosttownwherenoonegoes · 10 months

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Eri!!! 🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/ghosttownwherenoonegoes/718476780121505792/in-honour-of-the-1st-year-anniversirywith-our-baby?source=share

I'll get my new sideline uniform for cheer next week because the season starts and...maybe Eddie reacting to that? Or accompanying me to cheer for me while I'm cheering? That's the dream 🖤

The cheerleader's cheerleader

Kiki!!🥰✨Okay, so I thought long and hard about this request, what to write and how to write it, and I think I finally got something worthy of the person who not only introduced me to Eddie Munson, but also coaxed me into watching Stranger Things and therefore introduced me to a comfort character and a comfort show in one hit!!💗I hope that you enjoy this. I did a lot of research on cheer; watched some videos, studied your DMs and tried to incorporate everything that I could, and I did my bestest!!! Thank you for everything, Kiki, you made this fandom my home and I'm so grateful for everything.🫂

Word count: 1, 150.

(It had to be this GIF, it had to be.🤣🥺My heart is aching, I miss him so much.💔)

SOME physical description given; reader is a flyer so they are explicitly described as being small. Kiki was absolutely in mind 100% when I wrote this so it’s very tailored to her. I hope others can enjoy it, though.

You had been quietly and impatiently waiting for your sideline uniform to be sent to you through the post; the cheerleading season started soon and that was all you were waiting on for your position as a flyer to become official. Somehow, the experience of getting to go back into cheerleading and your corresponding emotions became more real once you had the uniform in your hands, adorable hair ribbons included.

It was supposed to arrive this week and you couldn't have been more pleased, excited and nervous if you had tried. Eddie, if it was possible, was even more of everything than you were. The sweet boy was like a sponge, soaking up the atmosphere around you as you seemed almost to vibrate whenever you sat or stood still for an extended period of time. You reminded Eddie - and Uncle Wayne, when the plant let him have a rare night off - of himself, when he was in the throes of planning a new campaign. He would giggle to himself as he made contingency plans of contingency plans, come up with creative ways for his sheep's characters to get themselves out of the stick situations he threw them into, a shepherd tending to his flock even as he tortured them just a little, just enough to get them squirming in their seats and whispering wishes into hands cupped around many sided dice. He was a sadistic Dungeon Master and yet he experienced genuine happiness and excitement when he was bested, proud of his sheep and of his Hellfire boys.

And you, oh, you were a live wire. Cheer was the only sports you had ever enjoyed. It was one of your true callings in life, you could feel it deep in your bones. You had been given the position of a flyer due to your physical stature; you were small which meant that you could do backflips in the air, reach the top of the pyramid, be thrown around and receive the attention and admiration of an entire crowd of people. It was incredibly difficult, and it was a sport which Eddie had a lot of respect for. He never included cheerleaders in his anti-conformity canteen-table rants for a reason and that was because it was genuinely hard to be a cheerleader. It required so much practice, determination, passion and trust in the other cheerleaders. But shit like bastketball? Toss a ball into a basket and that was the extent of it... Eddie had no respect for that. None at all. Jocks weren't worth it, but cheerleaders? Eddie admired them.

You loved the thrill of being up in the air, of feeling the wind in your hair and seeing the gymnasium from an angle very few got to. It gave you an adrenaline high like nothing else, and Eddie loved the spark it put in your eyes.

"Hey, sweetheart?" Eddie came bounding around the corner of his bedroom, his dark curls brushing against the tops of his shoulders and his chocolate eyes soft with love for you. He was holding a package in his hands and you knew just from the smirk of your face what he was bringing you. "Look what I've got ~ " the gleeful sing song of his voice made you grin, the expression infectious as Eddie couldn't keep his own off his face. Oh, but you two were always feeding off each other's emotions and making any moment even more special between the two of you. You were so very similar, in many ways.

You loved cheer, you loved it, and you needed no prompting at all from Eddie to grab the package as you tore it open and your eyes consumed the first sight of your uniform, as your hands felt the material for the first time; tougher than usual thanks to the factory starch which was always put onto new clothes. Eddie's smile was still almost as wide as his face, threatening to split his cheeks in two as he watched you. You were so happy, squealing and expressing your excitement so viscerally that you weren't even fully aware of yourself, and the sweet man was simply enjoying your happiness and deriving his own from it. If you were the sunshine, then Eddie was the tallest sunflower, following you wherever you went for the pleasure of your warmth across his face.

"Go try it on, babe, go on," The upward lilt of Eddie's voice sounded a lot like when he was goading his sheep to make a decision during a tense moment in a campaign, and you were gone like a bullet from a gun, leaving Eddie staring after you with an ache in his chest.

When had the Dungeon Master become the cheerleader's cheerleader?

Thankfully, your unform fit with no problems and days passed, until finally, finally, it was the first day of the season. If Eddie had thought that you were excited before, when you received your uniform in the post, then it had nothing on what you were feeling right now. You had your feet firmly on the ground and yet it felt like you were already on the top of the pyramid, your lungs burning in your chest, your body working hard to keep you steady atop the others, your adrenaline high even higher than you. You were on cloud nine and Eddie was right there beside you, his hand tightly in yours, fingers interlocked.

"So, sweetheart," Eddie tooks his keys out of the ignition and turned to smirk at you, his hands reaching out in opposite directions; one sliding up from your knee where it had rested to wrap around your wrist, and the other grasping for the door handle. You should have known that what it looked like Eddie was doing, wasn't what he had planned. "You ready to do that, y'know," he mimed a very weak, silly imitation of cheerleading to make you giggle, "thing you do?"

Your voice was saturated with sunshine and laughter as you said, "you coming with me? That'd be a dream, Eddie." You cracked the passenger side door open but remained in your seat, wanting every second right beside Eddie. Oh, but you loved him so much that it put a solid ache in your chest.

Eddie leaned over the console between your seats to give you a lingering, tender kiss to your forehead as he murmured, "I wouldn't wanna be anywhere else. I promise." Something shifted in his chest as he said that. Something clicked into place for him, just as it had for you the day that you had signed up for cheer once again. Eddie remembered a few days ago when he had asked himself to recall when the Dungeon Master had also become the cheerleader's cheerleader?

But now he knew the answer. He could feel it in his bones...

... It was the day he had fallen in love with you.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x cheerleader reader #eddie munson x cheer!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things x reader

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snowmist-hashira · 11 months

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Hello! You might know me though XD I hope you're having a good day/evening! <33

I've been seeing a couple of gorgeous fics about Muichiro x Tsuguko! Reader, so I was thinking of trying Muichiro x Ordinary Civilian! Reader this time hehe. It's up to you how you're gonna write this, so there's this young lady that Muichiro saves from a demon when she got lost in the woods and eventually she conveyed how much she finds him cute. Muichiro has never experienced this sort of thing, so he didnt mind when she asked if they can exchange letters. Their pacing in conversation was normal, except Muichiro wasn't the type to write too long and was straight to the point. Despite that he never fails to respond to her letters, there was a sense of wanting more like she wished he had been a little more dedicated to writing longer sentences but she realized she can't ask him that. Until one day, he stopped writing back and it took 2 weeks to hear from him again. She got really worried, and was scared that something bad might have happened to him and when she did hear from him again, he actually went to visit her house which surprised her. Eventually, she was teary eyed and a bit upset and scolded him that he should've responded to her instead of making her worry like that. Muichiro understood so he genuinely apologized. She notices how Muichiro seemed different from the first time they've met. It turns out, he's got his memories back and he's sorted out many things including his feelings for her. He admitted that when he saved her, he thought she was actually beautiful and she reminded him of the golden gingko tree. Muichiro never understood his feelings before and was new to this, but he didnt want to stop writing to her. As she was shocked at this and was trying her best to digest everything he said, he said he wanted this time to be near to her and keep her close. He wanted to see her everyday, so he asks if she could live with him. (I think the most suitable key phrases would be: "I fell in love with you.", "I regret my inconsistencies.", "I feel you even though we are apart.") Omg idk if this was too much, I wanted to provide specific details with the best I can 😭😭 I'm quite excited how this'll turn out, you're really such a wonderful writer 🥺🥺 I'll also lookout for your other chapter updates waahh sending you support and love 💜💜

[Chapter title: Unveiled in Letters]

[Requested] Muichiro Tokitou x Reader

Wattpad:[KNY Fanfiction] (One shots) Tokito Muichiro x Reader Archive:Kimetsu No Yaiba: Tokitou Muichiro x Reader Master list:♠ Information ♠ Word count: 2,276

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I am open to requests for Muichiro x Reader content, and I also enjoy engaging in roleplays. If you're interested in either, please feel free to check out my pinned post for more information. ~ ♠ I have just returned from my trip, and I feel like I may have rushed this particular piece. I'm not sure if I was able to capture all the specific details accurately, so please forgive me if I missed anything. I hope that it still meets your expectations, and I appreciate your patience. Here is the result!

It happened in an instant, catching Y/n off guard. With the intention of taking a leisurely walk in the nearby forest for a change of scenery, she found herself losing her way amidst the dimly lit woods. As Y/n stumbled through the darkened woods, her heart pounding, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a sinister figure lurking among the trees. It was a demon, the tales of these flesh-devouring creatures, once dismissed as mere stories, suddenly felt all too real.

Frozen in terror, Y/n desperately searched for a way to escape, but her mind was clouded with panic. Her eyes fell upon the gruesome scene of blood and felt the unmistakable aura of hostility, a chill ran down Y/n's spine, intensifying her fear. The menacing creature advanced towards her with a palpable sense of malice, leaving her paralyzed with terror. She tried to scream, but her voice failed her, suffocated by the overwhelming fear.

With her eyes tightly shut, Y/n braced herself for the inevitable, prepared to face the demon's claws tearing into her flesh. But to her surprise, no pain or injury befell her.

As Y/n opened her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest, she was met with a sight that defied all expectations. The demon that had approached her, brimming with malice and hostility, had disintegrated into a pile of ashes. In its place stood a young boy with striking black hair that faded into a vibrant mint color at the tips.

The boy's presence exuded an otherworldly aura, and the blade he held in his hand emitted a soft, ethereal glow that illuminated the dimly lit forest.

As Y/n gazed into the boy's eyes, a sense of calm washed over her, transcending the initial shock of the encounter. His mint-colored orbs meeting her golden ones, though devoid of life, held a certain depth and grace that captivated her as if resonating with tranquility and understanding.

Without looking back, the man continued walking, his gaze fixed ahead. However, Y/n couldn't resist the urge to call out to him, her heart pounding in her chest. She clenched the fabric tightly, summoning the courage to speak.

"Um!" Her voice trembled, causing the man to pause in his tracks, his body turning slightly towards her as if awaiting her words. "T-Thank you," she managed to utter, her gratitude ringing through the quiet forest.

With a small nod of acknowledgement, the man seemed ready to resume his departure. Sensing the moment slipping away, Y/n mustered up the courage to speak, hoping to extend their brief encounter.

"C-Can I... know your name?" Her voice wavered, the question hanging in the air. The boy, seemingly in his mid-teens, regarded her with an unreadable expression. His gaze shifted downward briefly before he answered.

"Muichiro Tokito," he replied, the words carrying a hint of detachment.

Muichiro Tokito. The name hung in the air as Y/n absorbed the sound of it. She repeated it softly to herself, committing it to memory. There was something about the name that felt significant, as if it held a hidden story waiting to be unveiled.

Desperate to keep a connection with Muichiro, Y/n summoned her courage and boldly made a request. "I-Is it okay if we exchange letters?" The words tumbled out, tinged with a mix of anxiety and hope. She knew it was an unconventional proposition, but there was something about him that captivated her, and she yearned to learn more about his enigmatic nature.

Muichiro blinked in surprise at her peculiar request, she was fully expecting to be declined. However, after a moment of contemplation, he nodded in agreement, accepting her proposal. Y/n's eyes sparkled with delight, her golden orbs reflecting a bright smile as she expressed her gratitude for his acceptance.

And so, their exchange of letters began. While she poured her heart out, sharing her thoughts, emotions, and daily experiences in great detail, Muichiro's responses were brief and concise. His letters consisted of a few sentences, sometimes just a single paragraph, and he often used only one sheet of paper, leaving the rest blank.

Y/n couldn't help but notice the stark contrast in their letter exchanges. She couldn't help but feel a tinge of disappointment. She longed for more expressive strokes, longer sentences that would provide a deeper glimpse into Muichiro's world. She yearned to understand him better, to unravel the layers of his personality, and to forge a stronger bond through their letters. Deep down, she wished that he would dedicate more effort to writing longer sentences in his responses.

Nevertheless, Muichiro never failed to reply to Y/n's letters each time, and she still cherished and appreciated his responses, even if they lacked in length and words. The fact that he took the time to acknowledge her and maintain their correspondence meant a great deal to her.

His consistent replies became a source of comfort for Y/n. Even if his letters didn't contain extensive details or expressive strokes, she knew that Muichiro valued their correspondence and respected her desire to get to know him better. It was a silent affirmation that he was willing to invest in their exchange, albeit in his own unique way.

Y/n's appreciation for Muichiro's responses grew as she began to realize that perhaps his brevity and simplicity held their own kind of beauty. His concise words held meaning, and she started to notice the subtle nuances in his choice of phrases. It was as if he had mastered the art of saying more with less, leaving room for interpretation and deeper reflection.

As time passed and Muichiro's replies ceased, Y/n's worry intensified. What was once a steady flow of letters turned into a silent void. Her worry escalated with each passing day as the pile of unanswered letters grew taller, resembling a small mountain of her unanswered thoughts and emotions. The absence of Muichiro's replies left her feeling unsettled and anxious. What could have happened? Why had he suddenly stopped responding?

She replayed their previous exchanges in her mind, searching for any signs or clues that might explain the sudden silence. Had she said something wrong? Did she unknowingly cross a boundary? Doubt and self-blame crept into her thoughts, adding to her growing distress.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/n's worry transformed into a constant state of sickness. She couldn't shake off the feeling of unease, fearing the worst. It was as if a deep void had formed within her, longing for the connection she had cherished so deeply.

Muichiro did showed up at her house after two weeks of silence, he stood before her, smiling and seemingly unharmed, Y/n's initial surprise quickly transformed into a mixture of anger and hurt. The floodgates of her emotions opened, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. Without thinking, she lightly smacked his chest, her hand connecting with a mixture of frustration and sorrow.

"Why?" Y/n's voice quivered with anger as she scolded him, her voice laced with disappointment. "Why did you disappear without a word? I've been worried sick, drowning in a sea of unanswered letters!"

Her words came out in a rush, her emotions overwhelming her. The mountain of unanswered letters, the sleepless nights filled with worry, and the longing for a connection that had been abruptly severed all converged into a whirlwind of anger and hurt.

Muichiro's smile faded, his eyes reflecting a mixture of remorse and understanding. He reached out to gently touch Y/n's cheek; his voice filled with genuine remorse. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I didn't mean to cause you distress or make you feel abandoned. I should have communicated with you beforehand."

Y/n's anger wavered as she saw the sincerity in Muichiro's eyes. The tears in her eyes blurred her vision as she tried to reconcile her emotions. She lifted her gaze to meet his, her tear-filled golden orbs widening with realization.

The once lifeless mint-colored orbs he possessed now seemed to shimmer with a newfound gentleness. There was a noticeable change in him, something that Y/n couldn't quite put her finger on. A glimmer of gentleness that hadn't been there before. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing a depth of emotion and vulnerability that she hadn't witnessed until now.

Muichiro's transformation filled Y/n with a mix of hope and curiosity. She wondered what had prompted this change, what battles he had fought within himself to reach this point. But above all, she was grateful for this newfound glimpse into his true self.

Muichiro noticed her awestruck gaze, and a small smile curved on his lips, as if he could read her thoughts. "I regained my memories," he said, referring to his previous amnesia. While Y/n had never minded his condition, seeing him more expressive in his facial features made her heart flutter.

The admiration for his cuteness and charm deepened further after that. Y/n listened intently to his explanations, including his newfound clarity about his own emotions.

"I was able to sort out a lot of things," he continued. "Including my feelings for you."

"… ‘Feelings for me’?" Y/n repeated, her heart skipping a beat at Muichiro's words., her voice laced with uncertainty, trying to comprehend the significance of his words.

His admission that he had sorted out his feelings, specifically his feelings for her, sent a wave of surprise through her.

Muichiro's eyes met hers, his gaze steady and sincere. "Yes, Y/n. I've come to realize that my feelings for you run deeper than friendship. The more I got to know you through our letters, the more I realized how much you mean to me.”

"I don't fully understand these feelings, but I do know that I want to get to know you better," he confessed. It began to make sense to Y/n, realizing that despite the brevity of his letters, he had always made the effort to keep the correspondence going.

He continued, his voice sincere, "You're beautiful. Your eyes hold a sense of longevity, reminiscent of the color of a gingko tree." It was a unique and poetic comparison that resonated deeply within her. His ability to see beauty in the small details of the world around him only deepened her admiration for him. A visible blush tinted Y/n's cheeks as Muichiro praised her.

Y/n's mind raced, trying to process the unexpected confession. She had admired his charm and cuteness from the beginning, but she hadn't dared to hope that he felt the same way about her. Her lips parted in astonishment, struggling to find the right words.

“I’m sorry for being inconsistent with my letters.” Y/n's heart fluttered as Muichiro's hand gently cupped her cheek, his touch radiating warmth and tenderness. The softness in his gaze mirrored the gentleness of his touch, deepening the swirl of emotions within her. It was a moment of vulnerability and sincerity that left her speechless, unable to find the right words to express the depth of her feelings.

"I apologize for my sudden disappearance, but now I want you to be with me.” Muichiro's caress on her cheek, his thumb gently gliding across her skin, sent shivers down Y/n's spine. His touch conveyed a depth of emotion and a sense of protectiveness that was difficult to put into words. Y/n's heart raced with confusion at his words.

Y/n's voice trembled as she asked, "W-What do you mean?"

Y/n's heart skipped a beat as Muichiro's smile filled her with warmth and anticipation. She couldn't help but feel a hint of disappointment when her bangs got in the way of their contact, but the soft kiss on her forehead still sent a wave of affection through her. "I want you to be by my side," he repeated, his voice filled with sincerity. "I want to see you every day."

"I can protect you from demons, and I can provide for the both of us," Muichiro expressed, his words filled with confidence. "Will you stay with me?"

His words carried a sense of unwavering determination and a promise to be there for her, no matter what challenges they may face.

Overwhelmed by a flurry of emotions, Y/n found herself at a loss for words. Her heart thumped in her chest; her cheeks flushed with a deep shade of red. The warmth radiating from Muichiro's actions and words seemed to melt her into a puddle of blissful contentment.

Y/n's nod was a silent affirmation of her acceptance, and she found solace in resting her head on Muichiro's chest. her heart filled with a mix of emotions: love, excitement, and a sense of security. She leaned her head onto Muichiro's chest, finding solace in the steady beat of his heart. It was a gesture of trust and vulnerability, allowing herself to be close to him and feel the warmth of his presence.

Muichiro's soft smile deepened as he gazed down at her, his eyes reflecting tenderness and affection. With gentle care, he parted her bangs, ensuring that their connection remained uninterrupted. Y/n's breath hitched as his lips met her forehead in a tender kiss, a gesture that conveyed a promise of love, protection, and devotion.

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vendetta-if · 9 months

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Okay the recent asks about Skylar embodying Ken energy are hilarious.

I know in Rin and Ash poly they form a united front to love and appreciate MC as well as scaring off other potential romantic rivals. Imagine the chaos if Skylar and MC become BFFs!

Hell, I could easily see my MC Katerina eventually viewing Skylar as an adopted sibling, especially if they both wind up closely together as vigilantes. It's probably an initial blow to Skylar's ego, considering he was flirting with her at first, but it's still nice to have a close genuine friendship with someone who isn't just interested in him because of being famous or because the mayor is his father.

Imagine the two of them being so excited to see the Barbie film and trying to convince the others to go with them. Skylar and Santana seem to get along well enough, so it shouldn't be too difficult to convince them to take a much needed break to watch the movie. Ash and Rin would probably take more convincing, so Kitty asks them both in person while wearing the new outfit she bought specifically for the Barbie movie premiere. Sure, the pink Satin dress she's wearing is shorter than what she normally owns in her wardrobe, but it's cute, and Kitty is cunning enough to know to best stack the chances in her favor. She was able to convince both Ash and Rin to play elaborate games with her Barbie's when they were still kids, she should have no problem convincing them both to spend some time with her in a dark theater while she's dressed like a life sized Barbie.

Awww 🥰 this is so sweet and adorable 🥺 Ash and Rin actually won’t mind that much if MC befriends Skylar once the three of them are in relationship. Actually, Ash and Rin might actually befriend Skylar too overtime, hesitantly at first but once Skylar has proven their trustworthiness and they don’t interfere with any of the Aikawa’s or Morozov’s business, they can be friends.

And you’re right, Skylar would be happy to have genuine friends who are not there only because of their dad or their fame and wealth.

As for Barbie movie, of course Skylar is excited to go watch it with MC and would wear pink outfit with MC together. Santana enjoys watching movies in general and would love to go watch with MC and Skylar if they have the time.

As for Ash, MC won’t even need to convince them; they’ll watch any movie as long as it’s with MC. Now, convincing them to wear pink would be hard though, unless if you can make it a friendly rivalry with Skylar 😂

Rin would be more picky about movies that they’ll spend time watching. Barbie is not really their type of movie, but they don’t really dislike it, so MC should be able to convince them without much effort. If not for enjoying the movie, they’d say yes just to spend more time with MC.

Also, this just makes me think about which RO would watch Barbie and which would watch Oppenheimer 🤔

Ash is not really that enthusiastic about either movie, but they’ll probably choose Barbie over Oppenheimer because they’re not really fond of biopic.

Rin and Santana would choose to watch Oppenheimer.

Skylar would definitely choose Barbie.

#asks #ro: ash #ro: rin #ro: santana #ro: skylar #ash/rin poly #if: vendetta #vendetta if #if vendetta #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript

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thelonelyme · 2 years

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♡ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴏʀᴍ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ [ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs/sᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏ] 2♡

𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞: ディズニーツイステッドワンダーランド[Twisted Wonderland]

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐨/𝐢: Kalim Al-Asim, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia.

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: The yanderes finds out mc is now a fallen angel due to them.

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Hello honey, this is my first time asking you but please listen to me.. What do you think the reaction of the yandere house leader's reaction to their lover who is an angel has now fallen and become a demon's. especially the reason why they become a fallen angel is because they want to continue to be with the leaders of the dormitory even though their God forbids them, and to the point of plucking out their wings. Pretty pleaseee 🥺🥺

𝐀𝐕𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐄: GN READER. That's the second part of this post, so if you want to read about the whole dorm crew, make sure that you've read that. There will be explicit scenes of poisoning, blasphemy, allusions to rape, implied murder, delusional behavior, mention of not-voluntary imprisonment, allusions to NS/FW themes, kidnapping, explicit stalking, cyberstalking, mention of blackmail, mention of torture, mention of imprisonment. Sorry everyone for the prolonged time of inactivity, I did not feel good, and moreover I had for a period lost the motivation to do anything, so sorry again. I’ll try to bring my life back to order, so update more often. I hope you like it, honey💗. I don’t have the responsibility of who reads such my works, however good reading <;3.

-𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐀𝐥-𝐀𝐬𝐢𝐦-

For such a solar and enthusiastic magician as Kalim, your arrival at Night Raven College could not have been described in other words other than a literal blessing from God. The young student and dormitory chief of Scarabia had always been considered the exception to the college rule: in contrast to violent and petty behavior like those of Savanaclaw, or like those shy and manipulative as apparently almost all the students of Ignihyde, possessed a natural kindness and genuine concern for others; something that many times had made him get into some trouble.

He seemed like the perfect candidate for the famous college in the south of the island, with a young and fresh look like his and with a behavior worthy of the best prince straight out of a fairy tale, Many students in his dorm couldn’t and still haven’t been able to understand, how he ended up in a place famous for cruelty and for the rigor in training his students in the best possible way.

But Kalim could not have cared less, after all education is education, no matter whether in one apparently better school or another, and not understanding the reason for such a tense rivalry between the two schools.

So, during the upcoming Christmas holidays, he never expected to find himself in front of a literal angel. The first time he saw you, he would immediately be enchanted by your figure accompanied by two boys in the hallway. At that moment, he could literally drop all the books he had in his hand that Jamil was asking for and immediately run in your direction, as if he were a magnet and you were the magnet of his heart.

As in the fairy tales that by now Jamil had been forced to mark in his memory how many times he had to repeat them to the silver-haired and scarlet-eyed magician, that feeling of complete stiffness and a warm feeling in the heart that made him warm up in ways that no one had ever managed to do, the acceleration of his beat in a few seconds from your sight and a priminente redness on his cheeks- he was certain that he’d just seen his one true soul mate.

He had waited years and years to find the person who would be by his side all his life, and you finally showed yourself to him! Just as his parents had always told him, as he had always dreamed from an early age! You can’t blame her excitement and all her heat the moment you felt a pair of calloused hands on your shoulders.

"I’m touching them! And I can feel how soft their skin is even from over this uniform! I swear, I’m going to die of joy!"

He hoped that his heart would not keep beating so hard all the time, otherwise you would surely be frightened, and he did not want to cause you any kind of pain.

He was sure, and the brilliant and kind smile you gave him was only helpful in confirming it: You were certainly his soul mate.

From that day on, things would change dramatically: now all his attentions and his whole routine revolved around you, with his one and only Habibi ¹.

He could not help it, by now your presence was simply essential for him to function normally; basically for him you were like oxygen for a drowned, fresh water for a thirsty in the desert, abundant food to a hungry, you were a drug. Just being yourself with him had somehow made him feel like the only person with whom, according to him, you would share all those hugs and words of encouragement late at night on the large balcony of the castle in Scarabia.

Your magnificent and splendid body would only be the icing on the cake, for him you would have been perfect in any way you could have been. What brought him even closer to you had been your magnificent personality, so kind and comforting, so good and perfect from any kind of external or internal point of view.

He could not live without him with you, he had developed an addiction to your sweet caresses and your words so reassuring that they never failed to make him burst into tears for the ardent and genuine love that simple words positioned in the right way contained.

He could not help but imagine you together with your future children, biological or adopted, playing with them while gently stroking your head and watching with dreamy eyes your beautiful features. You would have both worn dresses worthy of a fabulous and fantasic person like yourself, traditional clothes of the Land of Hot Sands, dancing together dances in the center of the huge ballroom of the family villa during your future wedding. He already had in mind the perfect wedding for both you and him, even though he couldn’t bear less than what the main colors or how the flowers should have been arranged until he was with you. But he would do it with immense pleasure and joy knowing that everything would be for you and only for you.

He had already written tons of letters over the past months to his parents where he described your love for each other in the most disparate and romantic ways, even to the point of convincing and constantly writing them that soon you two would really get married, which the two were extremely happy about, and get them to send as many letters to convince Kalim to bring them home during the summer holidays.

For the next few months, Kalim was literally clinging to you, or continuing to praise you incessantly during every single moment of the day where unfortunately he could not be with you, and forcing the strict and diligent Vice Dorm Leader Jamil to endure hours and hours at night of awkward words and thoughts from the red-eyed boy, and ordering the latter to reassure him on his growing concerns. His need for you had become morbid, leading him to increasingly monopolize your blessed time along with him and Jamil, who obviously would have taken advantage of it in the best possible ways.

"Jamil, tell me they’ll never leave me."

"Jamil, they always say they’re happy to have lunch with me, but then why do they have lunch with others?"

"Jamil, do you think I should send them more presents? Maybe this way they’ll realize I’ll never get tired of them."

"Jamil, which chains do you think are better, the silver ones or the gold ones? I sincerely prefer the gold ones, but please choose! You always do a great job at these things, and as you know, I’m not very good at making decisions, hehe."

Unlike the imaginary world that Kalim had built in his mind, his ebony-haired servant would instead have seen beyond those walls with which the blood-red-eyed boy had long since begun to dodge all kinds of normal reasoning. He had seen all that time your face slightly frightened and surprised by the huge amount of gifts that Kalim had daily sent from home just for you, he didn’t lose how your presence had become a fixed point in his day. About how now he should not only look after the needs of the white-haired boy, but now also your own under the orders of his master.

"Remember Jamil, every wish of my Habibi must be fulfilled immediately, okay?"

And of course he always did, noting in the meantime how your simple word could change any previous opinion of Kalim.

"I think that’s a kind of fruit a little bitter, I didn’t remember it so-What? You don’t like it so much? True, not even me, actually."

Surely he would have noticed this, causing him to cling more and more to you, telling him that he had to spend all his time with you and instead leaving the duties of dorm head to him, something the silver-haired boy was extremely willing to do: all for her beloved and adored Habibi.

The ebony-haired servant would remain silent, as he had always done since his childhood, continuing to pull the strings of this little theatre so that he would finally have a real place in society; he did not care at all about your ever-increasing looks at him, or how he would always try to get the sticky kid to go away, but this would just reset everything he had done and built in the last few months in the dorm, reborn under a new regulation and under a new rigor rediscovered.

If he stopped you meeting with Kalim, everything would be erased, so you could definitely suffer a little longer before you left.

But Kalim wasn’t a complete fool, and he knew it.

He knew and saw the way he was subtly threatening you by threatening to spread disgusting rumors about you, about you not being such a pure, chaste angel, about all sorts of things that would bring you down at the slightest exit without him. He knew what power was, and he wasn’t below using it to hold you to him, not after what happened with Jamil before.

If you had refused or even hinted at a possible breakup of your relationship, the first reaction it could have had is to immediately throw yourself at your feet, tightly grabbing the fabric of your school uniform and crying, begging in sobs and wondering if it was his mistake, he swears he’ll make it up to you!

And if I kept trying to avoid him gently, since you’re such a nice person that you didn’t immediately kick him out of your life, it would have to come down to the ways he absolutely didn’t like to use. Usually his conflicts were not even resolved by himself, but this was neither a conflict nor a problem- don’t misunderstand, he still thinks that there were problems in the relationship because of your ever-increasing thoughts of wanting to leave, but he thinks there are problems for a completely wrong reason, which he swears on his own life and on those of his whole family never to repeat again.

He would never want to get to do this- after all he wants the person he will marry in the future to have a good reputation and be loved by everyone- so this move will be used as a last resort in case of failure of any previous attempt to make you stay with him.

He knew that Jamil was not one of the most sociable and transparent people you could ever meet, but he knew that he would never do something as petty as hypnotizing him again- and he was sure! He could remember every single moment of his days, unllike of when he had whole lapses of memory scattered throughout the days. And then he was helping him with his relationship, so he was certain that he could trust his and your life in his skilled hands.

And it hasn’t been that long since you last saw the bright sunlight, at least not in person.

He knew that every beautiful dove must fly, so he compensated for the time you normally spent in the luxurious rooms of his castle in the Land of Warm Sands riding with you on his magic carpet. But not before you have sealed your wings with a beautiful padlock and gold chains: after all, white and gold were such beautiful colors together. After all, as kindness had put Kalim in some trouble, and in a world like the human one, yours has put you in far worse trouble than you could have ever imagined.

You were enchanted by the mesmerizing eyes of the beautiful snake that, slowly and patiently, while you remained staring at the blinding vermilion, wrapped like a powerful and heavy gold chain tightly to your body. Making you immobilized by your own mistake, and remaining forever enchanted by the red gems that the young man possessed, those same irises that had been your end.

-𝐕𝐢𝐥 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐭-

Vil Schoenheit, head of the dormitory of the ancient Pomefiore, a very famous actor with an unnatural beauty and rigor, would never have thought he could fall so low for a simple person. The blond-haired perfectionist so focused and so devoted to achieving the perfection of himself and everyone in whom he could see potential, could not help but describe you as the exact opposite of what he would have considered his perfect soulmate: although you too could also have had a strong potential like that first year Epel, but, from what he’s always seen, you haven’t even tried to achieve the best version of yourself.

Like the scarlet-haired dorm boss or the smart silver-haired octomerman, he wouldn’t even have time to even know what you look like.

At least, before he heard about you.

With his increasingly emerging figure in entertainment and fashion, with his excellent school career to keep such, his relentless search for beauty and the burning desire for revenge on that useless being who had always stolen all the spotlight, he had a very narrow daily schedule. And the fact that he had to manage a dormitory full of people who still had to see that beauty and charisma were an immense and unique source of power, did not help at all the coverage of his imminent dark circles.

At first, and as I said before, he wouldn’t even want to know who you were. But the quick tongues of all these dirty hicks he had to endure in school, would let slip away in the luxurious dormitory room that in his school there was a particular little student who had the reputation of being the most beautiful in the entire realm of Twisted Wonderland.

Even more than Neige.

It wasn’t enough just that stupid idiot with a rosy face to put a spoke in the wheel, now there was also a third person against whom he had to win?!

He couldn't believe it.

He did not want to believe that a simple person like you could be considered by all even more beautiful than him and that idiot without even making an effort, while he had to work hard to get to the point where he was now.

He was jealous, he just wanted to be the one adored by everyone for once: not Neige, not you, just him.

He knew what it felt like to be one of the most beautiful of all, but he didn’t want to stop there. No, he wanted to be the one and only to hold the power of eternal beauty, he wanted to ruin your smiley faces to death so that you two couldn’t even get outside without you being labeled as deformed monsters, he wanted to destroy your lives, he wanted to eliminate you two.

But Vil was not such a reckless and incautious man, he already had a plan in mind, and now he just needed to add a few more details thanks to your arrival. He would have called his trusty hunter, and he, being a good subject as he was, had immediately satisfied the bizarre requests of the poisonus man.

A little setback, this was you in his eyes. Like everyone he had to compete with to get to the top, he just had to make sure that you didn’t get a chance to be better than him.

But your presence irritated him so much, he hated so much how your eyes didn’t even have a hint of make-up but that they still turned out to be absolutely delicious for the blond-haired man as he continually struggled against the increasingly strong feelings of desirability he was developing towards you, he hated how he would always have to pay attention to his strict diet to stay online while you would try every cake that Trey would cook for any unnecessary parties in his dorm.

He hated how he could not stop watching you as you posed as the hardworking and always available person you were, thus bringing to your side a herd of rednecks and useless potatoes that were shamelessly hovering over you, using flimsy and shabby excuses just to get a speck of your attention, and leaving a bitter taste in his mouth as he turned abruptly and forced himself not to curse everyone with his Unique Magic.

And while the handsome man was slowly falling into the abyss of madness, his trusty Rook would notice every single look of Vil directed at you, a look of such primitive hunger and such magnificent and pure hatred, a poison so limpid and deadly that it made to praise even more this new love of his.

But unfortunately such a scruffy and tacky frown did nothing but ruin the beautiful features of the poisonous beauty, the expressions of anger that did not belong to him did nothing but position themselves on his immaculate face as soon as he saw the dirty hands of a student of Savanaclaw on your shoulders as he hugged you, while that disgusting being was clearly looking for more from you.

"Oh, that student, la beauté de cette école, quelqu'un qui possède une beauté d'un autre monde ² , but not so much to compete with our wonderful head of the dormitory in appearance" And throwing a mocking and nonchalant grin at the other man. That made the handsome man frown even more for the casual tone of the hunter in talking about you so freely.

"Yeah, whatever but when- Umh, I apologize Schoenheit-senpai, but when can I train for Magishift tryo-?"

"Rook, I need your services one more time."

"Oui."

"And Epel, keep practicing your etiquette, your manners and the way you speak are barbaric. Don't forget what I've told you."

And suddenly, all those nights spent studying for the various tests that until then had not weighed on your physical health, had done nothing but drain you of all your energy, making you feel completely grounded. You wouldn't be able to understand why these sudden changes, until that moment your routine had never given you any kind of problems, but Ace would have just swept it all away by saying that most likely it was you who were just stressed out and that finally all that workload was hitting you all at once.

And you, being such a responsible student, despite all the warnings of Jack and Epel to rest, would have continued to help Riddle with all the preparations of the VDC instead. You couldn’t help helping all those people who didn’t ask, but clearly needed help. Something that the man with lilac irises had noticed from the beginning.

And how can he not exploit to his advantage a situation so useful to his cause?

And working with the Heartslabyul's leader, he would subtly observe you several times under the guise of having to control the stage setup process for NRC’s biggest event himself.

Normally he would have hated all those people who would only take advantage of the opportunities on the fly, and in fact he still did, but he could not call this "opportunism", but a small incentive to help himself in his life. And by the way, it wasn’t like he’d never worked hard for the duration of his stressful life until- like everyone else except him had- so he was sure that instead of hurting you, he was just helping himself.

Clearly the effects of the presumed fatigue were making themselves felt and seen: the skin once so bright and seemingly shiny would instead become sicker and battered, your face harbored light dark circles and your body began to feel much weaker and exposed to any kind of bump; you felt sick, as if you had ingested something that made you feel extremely bad, as if someone was sucking your energy away. And these symptoms would go on for so long that not even your friends would let you walk alone for fear that you might stumble and hurt yourself. And the effects would, at some point, even cause the first of a series of fainting in front of the blond himself.

He almost felt sorry for seeing you so weak and hurt, but he couldn’t help but feel a sadistic pleasure in your pitiful sight. A student so perfect in all respects, so good, kind and charitable, so good to his classmates and so understanding, reduced to nothing but a weak body kept alive for an unknown reason. He chose you to be the guinea pig for his famous poisons.

After all, there was a reason his trusty hunter always called him by that nickname.

"My beloved Roi du Poison, you truly are the most beautiful and poisonous man that the entire Twisted Wonderland has ever seen!"

He liked that nickname in a way, as he also loved his talent and knowledge in potionology. He had tried to recreate to the letter the infamous "poison kiss", created and perfected no less than the so esteemed Evil Queen. But alas, some ingredients could not be collected and obtained at the time of need, so he had to improvise by mixing several ingredients, making it all turn out to be a deadly potion.

Or at least he thought.

It was rather peculiar that a poison created to kill had not yet borne fruit, causing him to rage silently as it rechecked every single process of the potion that had kindly handed you nothing less than your beloved best friend. Of course, at the beginning even the first year was strange and annoyed by the strange request to give you a basket full of red apples,

"Why do I even need to do this- that's so useless. Why me and not Hunt, he would've loved to do this for him. By the way, the ones of my family would be definitely better, the colour is too much bright, surely they're all too much soft and ew..", he thought many times during the day, but he had not asked questions to the handsome man.

Vil couldn’t help but start ordering Hunt to write down every kind of reaction you were going through, every kind of change, even if it was insignificant. But more importantly, to tell him everything that was slightly out of the ordinary that you did or said. It wasn't possible to resist that much to a deadly potion.

He couldn’t understand the way that even though you didn’t know that he was the cause of your ever-worsening ailments, you would continue to understand when to leave him alone and help him with his problems, try to understand his thoughts and continuing insistently to approach him, both emotionally and physically. He did not understand you.

How could you ever approach and help your executioner? He did not understand.

And, as always, Rook never failed to satisfy him, bringing him what he had asked for and more.

And then he finally had an answer that appealed to all of his questions that had been running through his mind until that moment. No one, not even that idiot in the other school, could have such sweet and supportive behavior as yours, despite the fact that you were literally falling apart because of the envy of another.

No one would have survived for so long a poison that would have assured death. You can't simply die. What kind of angel would ever get killed by a simple human? Lose your body for what?

"Apparently I do, Vil."

An even tougher challenge than training Epel? After all, he couldn’t call himself a dorm-leader if he couldn’t even get you turned into clay in his soft, soft hands, he wouldn’t have been him if he hadn’t finally helped you see that he was the key to your salvation.

Only he had the solution, only he could really help you in all that discomfort that you had. All alone, betrayed from what you thought your best friend. Left behind by all those who you thought were friends. Betrayed by your own god. You were only deceiving yourself.

After all, you should have known that man was made in their image.

He would continue to be convinced that he was only attracted to your potential beauty, even though he knew it was just a pathetic excuse to avoid hurting his ego by forcing you into his luxurious, comfortable bed, observing that day by day the potion had not had the desired effects, but that it was still powerful enough not to allow your body to regenerate normally, and consequently letting him do whatever he wants with your fragile and now mortal body. He could finally keep you in a crystal coffin where only he could see you, in a place that only he had permission to access, a place dedicated entirely to your wonderful being, a being that divided his reason from his instincts.

Thus leading him to force you to live a different kind of hell, one where Vil was constantly torn between loving you obsessively until his death, spoiling you with every kind of luxury and every kind of wealth you could ever desire, treat you as a true queen, not as a mere ordinary angel as you had been treated up to that moment, while the other side of you was divided by hatred of the one who had made him wither like a dead rose, making him constantly and incessantly think about your beautiful face once so soft and so shiny, and letting him finally realize what he really wanted from you.

You got too taken in by the juicy red color of the apple in the hand of the beautiful evil, and this time, laying down, you would finally have a bite of the queen’s venomous grip.

-𝐈𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝-

It is not a novelty that the blue-haired boy was an extremely shy and elusive person with self-isolative tendencies, who spent all his average days in a messy and gloomy room, and he never would have come out willingly if his little brother didn’t pull so much weight on this subject.

Idia Shroud, the descendant of the great God of the Underworld, a figure to follow and an inspiration to some, and terror and disgrace to others, had never aspired to a career as brilliant as his fellow dormitory chief, he simply did not feel the morbid need to be noticed and to receive so much attention from people, and even less, he did not feel the need to get even just in touch with a person outside his virtual bubble.

He absolutely did not see the advantages of having physical or "normal" relationships, and if there were, he was quite sure that the advantages were much less than the disadvantages he would suffer. By now he had resigned himself to being what he was and what each time he saw faintly on the screens: a useless rejection of society.

Someone who did not even have the courage to speak, even just to see, a real person in flesh and bones- someone who was just one face among a thousand in many forums he assiduously attended- almost maniacally- someone who could never carry on the surname of the noble Shroud family, hoping that the responsibility instead would go on to his younger brother that was definitely better suited to the task than someone who could not even leave his room without feeling weak and without energy.

"I already told you for the millionth time Ortho, I don’t want to go out at all, not even Hades himself could change my mind."

And when the news of the student without magic who had become prefect on the same day of their admission first arrived at Ignihyde’s dormitory, the handsome blue-haired male could not have cared less. He didn’t have a shred of curiosity about you, leading him to ignore his younger brother’s futile attempts to socialize with someone other than him. He was starting to worry about his older brother’s tendencies, and those concerns would come close to the limit of tolerable when he mistakenly read for once what he shared on those forums he was obsessed with.

And he knew that Idia meant every word he wrote, every word imbued with hatred of the world that was not good enough to accept him and to allow someone like him not to be targeted for his own interests.

Even if he had never been bullied, even if no one would have dared to touch a hair of him for fear that he might in return burn his finger with his flames. Ortho had been with Idia centuries and centuries before, and even there, his big brother had always had a tendency to hate being together with others, always isolating himself in his room in the family castle. But he thought he couldn’t abdicate beyond that. He knew that his brother had always suffered from extreme social anxiety, probably the cause of his problems, along with other disorders that interfered in establishing normal healthy relationships with real people.

Idia, on the other hand, saw no problem in his current life. He lived alone, in a room he didn’t need to leave, eating whatever food he wanted and being able to stay online for as long as he wanted. Maybe this was the only thing in his mind that he had control over, or maybe he had become so addicted to it that just walking out of the room would blind him for a moment.

But the fact is that he would never deign to see you, he did not need to see the annoying faces of his classmates, let alone the popular ones.

He would never meet them again, so it was useless for him to even try to make friends with someone who will inevitably forget you.

He thought it was pathetic.

He had no time for normal people, but instead he had too much time to spend on forums and games, always changing his interests and topics. And it would be right in those places that he would almost certainly meet you, named under a nice nickname that would spur him to talk to you. The male’s room was messy, smelly and completely in the dark except for the dim light of the blue screens, where Idia spent his time playing different games, talking occasionally and bitterly commenting on the stupid and senseless moves of his teammates. But he could not even finish the round before finding himself quickly reading the public chat, and then stopping to read the whole message.

The_Pref.ectme: "Hi, sorry if I’m sudden, but I don’t know this game well, and I need help. Sorry to disturb."

Obviously, a newbie like you wasn’t educated at all and didn’t even have a thousandth of his experience in that game, so he would have decided to mentor you for an evening, by writing quickly in the chat that he would call you on another platform and that there he would explain everything to you.

And when he first heard your voice, he could feel himself floating in the Olympus.

Your voice sounded so harmonious and so calm to his ears, so beautiful and so pure, as if a nymph was whispering softly in his ears, lulling him into a state of apparent trance, it almost melted his brain as calming as it could be.

He had never felt this way throughout his long life of isolation and loneliness, leading him to pant heavily at the first sign of another person even minimally attractive.

A sticky layer of sweat was all over his face, and the prominent redness on his face as you spoke and expressed your thoughts to him about how you found the game difficult, would have made him immediately change the microphone and abruptly interrupt the call and exhale a trembling sigh, almost trembling for the experience he had just had and making him take long and deep breaths to avoid melting the plastic of his chair with the warm flames of his hair.

In the meantime, and while the blue-haired man was biting his hand trying to suppress all kinds of noise and not alarm his younger brother, you would've continued to speak and speak, never imagining that he would've ended the call so abruptly.

A continuous and sudden knock on the dorm door would wake you from your worries about the the game, and welcoming kindly and as always a significantly tired Ace who had been kicked out by Riddle again for breaking another rule. And since Grim was soundly asleep in the main room, you would tell your bizarre adventure with this guy online.

"I don’t know, maybe he was a 50-year-old creep who just wanted to see you naked."

"I don’t think so, at first I could also hear a glimpse of his voice, and he looked like a boy!"

"Wait wait wait- a glimpse? Of his voice? Man, that's creepy as hell! And you.. spoke non stop?"

"Uh yes. But I don't think he's-"

"Nah, hell nah, If you ask me, I'd be creeped out. And didn't you think that he was... Being a pervert? Or something weirder? Maybe recording you! Oh seven, don't tell me it was a video call-"

"Ace, come on, be faithful."

"You have to be more careful on the Internet! I could never allow anything to happen to you, let alone Deuce."

"Don’t worry about me, Ace."

"And don’t so that again, okay?"

And for you it would have ended there, eventually deciding to sleep on it under the advice of one of your best friends.

But the same was not for Idia. At all. He’d spent the whole night imagining your mouth opening and closing only to produce those little words about useless things, the movements of your tongue so sensually moving to the palate, the vocal cords moving in the throat- and oh, that throat...

He kept thinking back to that exact moment when your words had entered his head for the first time, unable to do anything but begin to fantasize about how you might actually appear in real life and not covered and disguised by a beautiful avatar.

He wondered if you were tall or short, if you had short or long hair, what color it could be, and how you could be. He knew you’d never want someone so stupid like other idiotic people around you, but then again, he was just a dirty virgin who hadn’t showered in over two weeks doing nothing but sit in his room full of paper towels and energy drinks. He was a disgusting incel ³ that couldn’t even hope to have a beautiful person, like he knew you were, by his side.

This new fixation would have led him to look for every single clue to understand what your identity was, initially looking for any useful information about your game profile that you both were playing before, and then starting the actual process to see who you really were.

After all, what kind of student at Ignihyde would not know how to hack an account, especially one of such a naive person about the dangers of the internet? All those years spent studying programming would come in handy, which he had no doubt about.

He knew that in the end everything he had studied on his own would always come in handy: whether to ask someone for private information, or ruin another’s life, with a simple click and the right words, he could simply make another’s life a hell.

And after a short time, he had complete access to your computer, which had oddly not installed an antivirus or something to protect your device- it would've been a somewhat longer process, but in the end, he knew he would always succeed: the only thing he felt he could boast of was his almost infinite knowledge of technology, giving him the ego boost he needed to continue everything he was working on.

He had access to your search history, your daily logs, your downloads, your works, passwords, socials- and most importantly, your webcam and microphone.

Finally, finally finally finally finally finally finally- Finally!

He could finally know the face of the voice that accompanied him through his nights and days.

And when he saw you.. it was as if all the emotions he’d spent days stabilizing had suddenly returned.

His dead heart was pounding, as if he had a sudden attack of tachycardia, he felt himself suffocating with his own saliva, forgetting even for a few seconds how to swallow, and consequently dropping some saliva on his sweatshirt, the blush had returned, making him feel hot and scorching under the heat of his sweatshirt- and although normally his dorm was extremely cold, he continued to sweat profusely, his thin fingers were rigidly welded on the mouse, By clicking and zooming on every part of his body that was visible to him, his hair now threatening to melt his headphones.

"Oh- my- my- sev- en… oh- h-hah.."

The news of Idia’s interest in the prefect had been a shock to his younger brother, but also a huge relief. He finally met someone who wasn’t him! And he also fell in love! Years before, this huge change in the life of his niisan would have been nothing more than a mere image in his brain: a fantasy, an illusion, peraphs.

At a certain point he had even given up trying to reason with the man, and therefore he had lowered a bit the tentative to convince him to leave the dormitory. At least he could go out during night time, just something to make him go away from that smelly and disgusting room.

"NO-! I mean- what if someone wasn’t asleep and instead began filming me?! I- I don’t know! You understand!? What if someone even noticed my hair? NO."

So when you would hit not only the near-impossible interest of Idia, he believed it was fate. And that’s what Idia thought. It was repeated that your meeting had been planned in advance by the Fate, an omnipotent existence that ruled at will both human and gods.

No one could escape the Fate.

Not even the beautiful little angel you were.

He thanked the fact of having known you online and not in real life- also because there would be only one chance in a million that would have met you just when it was released for the first time in the last five or six months. But now all he could do was keep watching your every move from the camera that conveniently could spot you every time you walked in, making him find out as many things about you.

"Ah~ my little and tempting angel! I bet you would have liked to have such a devoted follower like me."

As the months went by, the adorable little Ortho would become a huge friend of yours, which his personality allowed him to do, starting with a casual conversation over lunch in the cafeteria, with the excuse of having to look for a volunteer to test a new machine, which, despite much concern expressed by none other than by your friends who were currently sitting at your same table, you had naturally and immediately agreed to do.Helping was your main mission, your only mission, and so helping a little boy like Ortho was enough on its own to fill your pure heart with joy, coming shortly afterwards into the gloomy dormitorium.

His brother lacked that ability to be with others, so Ortho would be the voice and body of Idia outside his room, and not wanting his nii-san to lose all happiness, that one glimmer and glimmer of a possible better future that you were carrying- He didn’t want to be the cause of his suffering.

Idia could not help but compare himself to the lonely and gloomy Hades, who for centuries remained because of an extremely favoritist society that had forced him to be what he had become. In the past he could only compare you to the wonderful Persephone. Now he understood his ancestor. Or maybe it was a family thing.

But in the end, his brother, a boy so kind that you would never be able to resist his constant prayers that you should visit him at least once in his dorm, always spent a lot of time alone, and all he wanted was to spend a little more time with his new best friend! Did you really want to leave him all alone in a place so isolated and full of people just as isolated? No? Perfect! Just follow him to Big Brother’s room and you can all have a big pijama party! Actually, do you want some pomegranate? They are produced by his family, so you can also binge on them!

And that tiny little grain.

A grain had been your sentence.

A mere grain of pomegranate would have been the invisible chains that would have kept you in the room of Idia, you should have remembered the immense jealousy and possessiveness of the god of the dead, you should have known of his obsession with his beloved little angel.

The light morbidly attracts the darkness.

And now you were bound to him forever like his Persephone. Until the end of time, governing together, one beside the other, in a world of death and silence, where a land of sinful and decrepit souls will be forced to obey you two without asking questions, and not letting you fly away in the world of humans.

Even for the god of the underworld this method had worked, so why shouldn’t it have been the same for him?

There was a very small chance that everything he did might end badly, but Idia didn’t care. He could have been discovered by the inhabitants of the island or by other students, but in the end he knew that you could never leave him in any way, and he enjoyed this. Even if he had disappeared, the bond between you would have remained unbreakable.

Don't you know how many times Persephone has tried to escape from that gloomy, old-fashioned prison? She even tried to kill herself.

But how can you die when you’re already in a dead world, and what’s more dead then a dead spirit like yours?

And you too, as she did, would have surrendered to the inevitable fate that had been forged only for the two of you. You would have been chained to a world where the dead speak, and where the living die, and where the red juice of the pomegranate would have continually stained the floors with crimson, dripping from your wounds and your mouth, sealing you forever with the fire of the underworld to him.

You were deceived by a soul, and soon you would have to pay a heavy toll. A soul for your freedom, throwing you into a whirlpool of familiar whispers and shadows, drowning in death with Idia.

-𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚-

Malleus Draconia, an extremely powerful wizard with powers still unknown to most students, an honorable student with excellent scholastic returns, a powerful young man who was destined for the throne , a boy who conveyed immediate anxiety to anyone who was in the same room with him, thus leading many people to associate his presence with something to avoid, a gloomy fae that for all those who saw it was a complete enigma, seemingly no solution, an extremely well-known individual, but who, fortunately or not, did not show around so often. And the students were grateful for that, they were constantly chatting and talking so much that they even forgot his presence in the school, some always avoiding to speak of him as if even his name was a taboo and others trying to neglect the whole by pretending it did not even exist. After all, those who mind their own business live for 100 years.

And for Malleus this was and will always be just ridiculous.

Why the hell would he even want to touch someone, let alone attack a student clairvoyant much weaker than him? He did not understand how those humans had come to conceptualize such a ridiculous and useless idea as those "beliefs" that had spread in the school since his arrival, he would never stoop to hurt anyone, and this made him more and more nervous, the rumors about him, as ninety percent of the students who met him ran away immediately with the queues between their legs.

"What a cowardly behavior. Truly miserable."

He resented the way his appearances did not reflect, as he thought, his real behavior, but he loved that respect that only he, only Malleus Draconia could have from all those who knew him directly or who had heard only false stories and stories about him, After all, he loved to see how the majority of the student body didn’t even look at him in his emerald eyes, for fear of what he could do to them.

But they wouldn’t have to worry, he repeated, he wouldn’t have done anything, even if he recognized that those fictionalized and false rumors had reality funds; he knew what he was capable of, and he was extremely proud of it, he knew a lot, too much, well the dragon that lay dormant within him, a beast that no one until that moment had managed to wonder except himself, and one that no one had ever awakened. Being close to a volcano is always safe, until it erupts, at least.

But again, these nocturnal behaviors around him only annoyed him more and more, he knew exactly what his classmates were doing.

Had he really been alone so long that now no one remembered? But it would not have been possible, he always heard the occasional whispers from the students of other dormitories, and moreover, he was the head of one of them, therefore, he had happily excluded this option, instead leaving him to bitterly process the other hypothesis.

Are they doing this on purpose? Whatever it is, it makes his blood boil with rage, but being stubborn as it was, it would have denied him immediately and fiercely, leading him to think that they were not necessarily avoiding him, but that they were just extremely forgetful. He was defending all of them by every means possible, and the least they could do to prevent half the castle from being suddenly struck by random lightning was at least to recognize his presence in the rooms.

"Shut up Zigvolt. I’m perfectly fine. Now, don't bother me. Ah, no, wait, take note of the fact that I’m gonna love it for a while, so you don’t have to wake up half the dorm screaming like you always do."

Obviously he had heard about you, the infamous and so much on everyone’s lips, even the silent and mysterious dorm mates, a spirit so free and so well-liked by everyone, so much so that he always had someone who would like to be with you. And Malleus at first couldn’t help but be slightly amused by all your "adventures" that every day you carried out with those other freshmen, including the controlling Sebek, who, in your presence did not scream in the slightest, and who was extremely delicate, giving the impression that if he had used even a pinch of his fae magic on you, you would have broken instantly like porcelain.

But would you break if you were in his presence?

He noticed that every single student always had an aura of calm and well-being after being with you, walking or just talking quickly with you. He wondered if he could finally feel himself, like the others, at peace with everyone and in particular with himself, if he could confess to you all kinds of dark thoughts he had always had, and if you would eventually forgive him.

To him you were like an unknown but fascinating presence at the same time, how you could induce so many men to follow you without them making moves on you, and without even needing some spells for it, How each time you seemed to bring a new air into the rooms every time you walked into one, how you could possess a talent for attracting all to yourself, things that, unfortunately, he could not do.

You were the opposite of him, so simple but at the same time so complicated to have close despite your charitable nature, and until then he would have considered you only a "funny" human completely exposed to all kinds of danger and so seemingly and certainly unaware of every evil that the world could reserve for everyone.

And everything would have been in a stalemate for him if I hadn’t had so much mercy on him.

"Hi, I wanted to ask you, since my friends and I were having a little party in my dorm, would you like to join us, I would really like to have you with us."

Everything seemed to be temporarily immobilized the moment you asked that question. Almost every person who had the luck or misfortune to have passed in that instant whispered how you had just signed your death sentence, while some even prepared to fight in the event Malleus could hurt you at any moment, and others still staring without moving a muscle.

As for him, he had regained no control over his body, as if his soul had temporarily left the material and bodily counterpart while he had no strength to move even a single muscle, while his face would not show even the slightest hint of emotion on his clear and defined features, making him look like an imposing and impressive statue for others.

But to you, it was not terrifying at all, which is why you continued to keep a sweet smile on your soft features and patiently waiting for a response from the fae, you had vaguely guessed from the very sight that he, like many others who had helped you throughout your life, had unfortunately always been misunderstood and put aside, you knew he was not the type to hurt someone casually, something for which your friends kept comparing you to a nurse always ready to help any soul that needed, but that he also continued to convince them not to do anything rash with him, and what you reproached them gently. You had managed to see the real Malleus Draconia, that child deprived of the necessary love and always estranged from everyone.

Suddenly, with a sharp nod of his head, he took leave just as quickly, leading you to snigger and admire the lukewarm sparks that remained of him.

"What a brave human."

This show of affection towards him, in his eyes, would have left him breathless and extremely confused, he simply cannot understand what was the spark that would have provoked his curiosity, He didn’t understand why a human like you had the guts to talk to him, let alone invite him to a party. But don’t misunderstand it, amidst that blanket of sudden emotions, an immense euphoria and joy would predominate such inner chaos. Finally someone invited him! Someone didn’t consider him a monster! He had finally met someone he had seen through his scales, he would finally have a friend for the first time, and he was elated by it.

From this point of no return, Malleus would wander much more often into the places you were accustomed to attend more often, and with every mention of your name or your sight, a light, hard-to-see smile would appear on his mouth, a smile that made him more charming but at the same time something he was not used to, always seeing himself and being seen with a perennial neutral and sometimes sad expression.

By the way, he would eventually become more concerned for your safety, still believing that you were a being created from porcelain, and that it could be broken even by a breath. He would begin to watch over your figure incessantly, not even letting his supposed trusted knights have the task of watching over you: Sebek was an extremely racist half-fae towards any kind of creature other than his own- and what for which Malleus mocked him silently, finding funny how he hated and did not want to see the half of himself- and even if he was duìiventato your friend and said to be changed for the better thanks to you, he didn’t believe that once at your window at night he could control himself. Most of all he knew that controlling his fae instincts was extremely complicated, so he excluded the handsome young man with the mint hair from the assignment.

While Silver, he probably would have fallen asleep during the times he was supposed to be watching you and keeping you safe, and not feeling safe about his presence at all along with yours, contrivedly imagining the fact that you could have been more comfortable with someone like you than with a powerful fae like him.

And leaving the job to none other than the one he trusted most, Lilia Vanrouge, who would immediately accept the job, subtly hinting that the future monarch might have a little crush on the adorable human.

It would be useless to say that every guy who before wandered around you, would have disappeared for a long time, noticing the look quite strange and disturbing both of Lilia and the heavy and suffocating presence of Malleus at your side. He absolutely had to avoid that he could be replaced by someone else unworthy and ungrateful of your presence, so making him more self-conscious and stunned by your calm and long chats, from which he would learn a lot of information about your life and yourself. At first he did not know what to do with that feeling of constant burning in his chest, he being quite if not completely inexperienced and innocent about abstract concepts and never tried for him as love.

Lilia would be his humble mentor in this new world where the powerful black-haired wizard would stumble upon. It would teach him everything he knew about this new burning feeling, a feeling as wonderful as it was painful.

And Malleus was doing exactly what the wise ancient fae had told him. Even though he still didn’t fully realize what he was doing, he trusted Lilia blindly, and he knew for a fact that he would never do anything to hinder him in any way. He was sacrificing for you every single piece of his mind, every drop of his being for you, putting his heart on a silver platter so you could do the same with yours. His behavior would start to change in a twisted way, constantly giving you questions, some of which were extremely personal and you weren’t allowed to answer, which annoyed him to say the least.

He was doing everything he needed to do, bare his heart, revealing all the darkest secrets of his soul, and you dared to lie to him and not answer?

Didn’t you have to make sacrifices?

In a relationship no one would keep secrets for themselves, and Malleus knew first of all what it was like to keep everything inside, catalyzing those emotions inside, but that didn’t justify your unwelcome behavior towards that kind of thing. He knew how hard it was, but if he could, he knew you could, too, and just as you comforted him on all his worries and forgave him for everything he did, he knew he would, too, He didn’t think you might have done such terrible or uncircumcised things that you would have categorically refused to express. He would never have judged the only person who had approached him, it would have been the equivalent of a suicide for the young man. He would never do that.

"All right, child of man, I see, now what do you say we take a walk? The weather is great right now."

He was doing everything he had to do, bare his heart, revealing all the darkest secrets of his soul, and you dared lie to him and not answer?

Didn’t you have to make sacrifices?

In a relationship no one would keep secrets for themselves, it wouldn’t be right; and Malleus knew firsthand what it meant to keep it all inside, catalyzing those emotions and hiding them, But that couldn’t possibly justify your unwelcome behavior towards that kind of thing. He knew how difficult it was to talk about uncomfortable topics and say everything to a person who couldn’t understand exactly how they felt; but if he, Malleus, could open up to you completely, he knew you could do the same with him.

And just as you comforted him on all his cares and forgave him for all that he had done, he knew he would also do it: he would hold your hands gently, wrap them with his much larger hands, and bring one to your wonderful face, stroking his cheek with his thumb and at the same time wiping a stray tear, he would have moved your head so that your looks could cross, the beautiful color of your eyes in contact with his jade eyes, inducing you to tell him all that you hid in the depths of your pure heart, smiling at your best and trying to comfort you to the fullest of his abilities, and holding you gently and tightly in an embrace as streams of words and words flowed from your mouth, as Malleus would have listened to every drop of it, drinking from your lips as if he were thirsty.

He didn’t think that you could do things so terrible or so evil that you would categorically refuse to express, he knew that you could never do it, he knew that you were so pure that not even the most corrupt creature would be able to corrupt you. And even if he was wrong about him, he would never have judged the only person who had ever approached him, never dreamed of it. A stab in the heart would have been better than witnessing your pain and disgust. He would never do that.

But, regardless of his thoughts and wills, he knew full well that everything that was going on around him was just daydreams, an illusion created by his cruel imagination to fill those moments when you weren’t together.

He did not understand.

What was going on?

What was happening to him?

All those images in his mind, all those thoughts about you, horrible scenarios where you forget about him, where you would finally listen to your pathetic friends and start avoiding him, like so many people have done before. The daydreams were progressively and slowly turning into nightmares for the fae, who did not yet understand what was happening, for him a morbid fear of your rejection, and the anger towards your friends who at the moment when they spotted even a small spark of his presence, would begin to invent unnecessary problems just to get away from him, which he would have responded with an even thicker stickiness than before, indirectly forcing you to stay with him for hours and hours, he could not describe the anxiety and the prominent prong he felt every time he saw you among those people who would separate you. He didn’t want to lose you, he would have died if you had just tried to leave, he felt a twinge in his heart just at the thought of canvases.

All he wanted was to hold on to his treasure so tight that he could never escape from his arms, so damn and selfishly close that no pathetic human or any other creature would ever be able to see you again.

During those moments of silence he would begin to think about which of the towering towers of his castle in his land would be most suitable for your stay. Surely he would have chosen the room in the highest tower of the castle, and the most lavish and shining room you would ever see, and inevitably he would have basked under the pride that your compliments on the luxuries of the place would have brought him, swelling his chest with a smile of happiness, one of his typical smiles he would do only in your presence. He would have taken care of you personally, leaving you with no choice but to blindly trust him, which he did with you, he would have dressed you in the best fabrics and dresses ever made, all custom-made by your future husband, would order his cooks to cook every dish or delicacy that would come to your mind, would make you bathe in the best cosmetics and beauty products recommended no less cehe by Vil himself. He would have lovingly provided for your every wish, even and especially at times when you wanted to become closer to each other. He would cuddle you lovingly everywhere in his castle, whether it was in front of Lilia and her knights or in front of his entire kingdom. He wanted everyone to know that you were his and his alone.

His beautiful treasure, the purest and brightest of all that other rubbish that ran around you and him.

This behavior and abrupt change in his habits, would have been noticed by you and everyone you considered friends and acquaintances, which would have only fulfilled his greatest fears, Now, despite your cryptic look where he could vaguely distinguish those two emotions that he absolutely did not want to see on your beautiful features, pain and distrust towards him.

He could not bear to live a life without you, by now you had become the only person who had finally given him the wonderful feeling of being well-liked, what did you expect from a powerful dragon fae who had always been deprived of love throughout his long life?

It was obvious that he would attach himself to the very first person who would show him some affection.

Especially if that person was you.

It would have changed your mind. He knew you’d never give him up, it wasn’t like you, it would make you realize that everything you were doing was just because you were being manipulated by your rotten friends that you were with every time. He only had to show you that those you considered friends were not such, and that he alone was worthy of your holy trust, taking your splendid body in his arms and returning to his land.

The school years were over for him, and by a lucky coincidence all this would fortunately happen a few months before the end of his senior year at Night Raven College. And as long as you could have fought him and tried to spread your white wings, tried to go desperately to Crowley, what could that stingy little crow do to a guy like him? He could literally shatter his precious school and everyone in it with a simple earthquake, and he knew he would never want that.

"Me’è corom veh, m’j cora⁴"

Finally he could fulfill his deepest dreams, finally he had another half to spend eternity with. He could finally have his happy ending, an end that had always been denied him until that moment, now it would become reality, and all because of your kindness and kindness.

You both would have your happy endings, forever trapped in the dragon’s jaws.

¹= Habibi is an Arabic word that literally means “my love” (sometimes also translated as “my dear,” “my darling,” or “beloved.”) It is used primarily as a pet name for friends, significant others, or family members. "Habibi" is used for boys, and "habibiti" for girls. I choose to use habibi because it's easier to me, but you can always change that based on your preferences!

²= Translated: "The beauty of this school, someone who has a beauty from another world."

³= A member of an online community of young men who consider themselves unable to attract women or men sexually, typically associated with views that are hostile towards those who are sexually active.

⁴=Translated: "I love you, my love", from the Ancient Language of Feridia, the Feridian Alphabet consists of about 21 symbols with a refined spelling, which in most cases represent one of the elements of Nature that ruled the Island and the Fairies of Feridia. Almost every graphic symbol can be traced back to a letter of our current alphabet, allowing us in some cases to reproduce approximately some proper name.

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OKAY I MADE IT GUYS

y'all o.o

that episode was so wild xD.

I'm still in shock lol

Okay so first of all uhhh I loved the cute Nigel and Isaac moments xD. And also this episode was hilarious lol. Having said that, I hope the bachelor party side of things is never referenced again 💀 XDD

I was warned and I still lost my mind slfjdhs

Anyway! Missed seeing much of Hetty and Pete today, but I'm sure we'll see them again soon :). And we did see them, it was just mostly in the beginning. Pete's outfit joke (and the fact that he kept saying it) was so funny xD. And Hetty doing her darndest as a wedding planner lol. Also her friendship with Alberta is so sweet :')). And calling her "Bertie" stooop they're so cute 😭🥺🥰.

I'm happy Alberta got to have a romance with a guy :D. And the poltergeist ghost lore was really cool :O :D! Poor Saul is kind of going through it overall though xD. But hey, he gets to travel :D. It has its benefits and its drawbacks compared to a car ghost lol, but it seems pretty chilling :)). It's too bad him and Alberta didn't work out :(, but they were cute while they lasted :D. And poor Jay xD. Glad bro's finally free lol. Even if he had to, but didn't actually have to, hug Jean in the process lol.

Trevor, the bad influence 💀. Lowkey despising what he's caused, but hey at least he made sure they both had fun and also equal experiences lol xD. I just hope it doesn't cause any problems in the future xd <3. Also AAHHHH they're getting married soon :'DD!! Stoppp I'm so excited :')). I love my idiots so much <33.

Also Thor's reaction to the stripper was hilarious xD. I just loved that moment lol. Also Sma at the end o.o. I mean get it girl but xdd girl xD. Also her just saying "yeah sure 😐' when they asked was wild but so real xDD. She'd had a rough week lol.

To sum up, here's what I sent to the person who warned me this episode was wild:

"am i watching a ghost get seduced by a dinosaur stripper"

And I think that's all that needs to be said 😌

Anyway, I did genuinely enjoy this episode xD. The second hand embarrassment is just strong with this one lol (as it tends to be in sitcoms slfjhdks xD). But!! Was living for the cute Nisaac moments :D, and we got some cool ghost lore! Plus, good for Alberta :)). She got some water lol. But yeah! Hilarious episode, really fun xD :). Loved it!!

And now I'm all caught up :D! It's been a fun (and wild) evening y'all :)). Thanks for joining me lol (am I a talk show host)!

Byeee :))!!

#ghosts #ghosts cbs #cbs ghosts #oasis's ghosts chatter #wow xD #just wild lol #good episode!#but absolutely wild o.o XDD #I love ghosts but I'm glad I was watching 9-1-1 on thursday 💀 xD #as I said while watching the episode #well #while having it paused at some point slfjskd #I would've enjoyed both it's just that big things are happening on 9-1-1 right now and this would've killed me xD #as it clearly did lol #I mean 9-1-1 did too but it was slightly easier slfkdjs #honestly though one of the main reasons I watch it and not ghosts live is because it's longer and I've been watching it live for longer lol #honestly maybe watching it longer period slfjdls #than ghosts' existence xd #anyway!! still love both but :D #good thing I was able to pause through this I guess lol #that's the main thing xD #lol #love y'all xDD :)) :D <33!!!!#byeee :)) ❤️❤️🥰🥰 <3!!!!

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nuna-adelie · 1 year

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I really like your reactions! Keep up the good work 😊 also if you don't mind could You do a reaction for SKZ (bestfriends) sharing one bed and it could get steamy? 🙈 Sorry for any mistakes, engliah is not my first language 🥺 Have a nice day/night!

First of all, thank you so much for the kind words! I hope I understood your request correctly, because English isn't my first language either. 🙈 It has been a while since I have written slightly more smutty reactions, so please bear with me while I get back in the swing of things. I hope you like it!

Bestfriend! Stray Kids / Gender neutral reader / Fluff / Slight smut / Mentions of oral sex (giving and/or receiving) / Implied sex

Bang Chan / Christopher:

All you could do was stare at the washing machine in disbelief. Did it really have to break the moment you were washing your only sheets? What had you done to deserve this? Letting out a deep sigh, you gave the machine a soft kick.

“Stupid thing,” you mumbled. “At least break during the day when I can replace you.”

“That’s why the washing machine doesn’t like you. You shouldn’t kick appliances.”

The voice behind you made you jump up. Chan stood behind you, chuckling at your reaction. Normally, you would have slapped him for such comments, but tonight you needed something from him.

“Channie~” you cooed.

“Nope.”

“But you have multiple sets of sheets!” You whined. “Please, just this one time! It’s late and I want to go to bed soon.”

The dark chuckle that left the man's lips spelled nothing good for you. He had something up his sleeve.

“Fine,” he relented. “Come.”

You skipped behind him, thankful for such a good best friend. The man walked right past his linen closet, though, tugging on your wrist and guiding you towards his bedroom.

“C-Chan?”

“You can sleep here.”

What was up with him tonight? Normally he was so helpful, but something seemed different tonight. Had you done something to piss him off?

“But where are you going to sleep?”

The way the man had closed the door and taken a few steps towards you had finally made it clear. Good God, were you in trouble tonight.

A few more steps and Chan had completely closed the distance between you two. He pushed you back and stood in front of you, tugging on his pants. As soon as they hit the floor, your mouth fell open. You hadn’t expected the man to already be so hard; his cock pushing against the fabric of his boxer shorts.

“If you don’t close that mouth I’m going to fill it up, sweetheart.” His voice was raspy and his eyes were dark with desire.

You quickly closed your mouth and stood up, pressing your lips against his. His hands immediately started to explore your body, leaving nothing untouched. Once at your most intimate areas, a soft moan left your mouth.

“Looks like you’re just as excited as I am, dear,” he growled. “How about you and I go and have some fun tonight? I know a few ways to make you feel good.”

All you could do was nod; completely enamored by the way your best friend had acted in the last few minutes. You were glad the washing machine had broken. It could stay broken for all you cared.

“Take that off,” Chan commanded, pointing at your shirt. You immediately did so and it took the man half a second before he let his tongue roam your nipples. Every whimper he earned from you made him lick more aggressively.

“Lay down.” Another command. You laid down and waited for Chan to rip away your underwear and throw it on the ground. “Are you ready for round one, y/n?”

Finally I have you in my bed. First, I’m going to make you cum and once I’ve done so, I’m going to get my reward. I know you’re just as excited as I am, y/n. Get ready to keep going all night long.

Lee Know / Minho

You were about to lay down in bed when you heard a rustle in the corner of your room. Warily, you turned the light on, only to see a mouse scurry across the room. Without skipping a beat, you jumped on the bed and let out a scream.

“Y/n?” Minho had sounded genuinely worried as he slowly peeked past the door. “Are you okay?!”

“Mouse!” Was all you managed to say breathily. Your eyes met and the man slightly cocked his head as a small smirk adorned his face. “C-could you please-”

“No.”

“M-Minho?” Your voice was filled with much more desperation than intended.

“You can sleep with me tonight, y/n,” he continued, arms stretched out to lift you away from this rodent filled room. “I’ll even carry you.”

“Minho!” You huffed, a slight panic still traceable on your face. “Please, this is not the time for jokes.”

He had you right where he wanted you; where he had wanted you for a long time. Desperately, you took one step towards him when you heard the rustle again, causing your body to stiffen. It had been enough for the man to scoop you up from the bed, his arms under your ass and his face close to your chest.

There was no way you were able to do battle with the mouse by yourself, and so you ended up getting carried all the way to Minho’s bedroom. As soon as you entered, he kicked the door shut and lazily threw you on the bed.

“Hey!” You yelped. You had wanted to add an insult, or maybe scold him a bit, but as soon as your eyes met, you froze once more. The desire in his eyes was something you hadn’t seen from him before. It’s not like you were complaining, you had pleasured yourself plenty of times before while thinking of him. It was just that you had never thought this would actually happen.

“You see y/n,” Minho said as he took a few steps towards the bed; his shirt already on the floor. “You may have run away from a small little animal, but I’m about to show what a real beast is like.”

If you hadn’t been so horny, you would have probably laughed at the cringy line and maybe even thrown a pillow his way. Not at this moment, though. You just laid there, your legs subconsciously spreading slightly. As soon as you noticed, you pushed them together tightly, but you hadn’t been the only one who had seen the action.

“Open them back up.”

Your eyes shot open and all you could do was stare at Minho as he started to remove his belt.

“Did you hear me, darling?” There really was something animalistic about the way he approached you.

Before you could react, the man had straddled you and had started to tug at your shirt, quickly tossing the fabric on the floor. His tongue sloppily moved over your nipple, making you let out a whimper.

“So eager, huh,” he cooed as his hand made its way below your underwear. “Finally I get to have some fun with you. I bet you feel as good as I imagined.” As his tongue moved downward, Minho chuckled darkly. “You’re in for a fun night, y/n.”

I’m going to fuck you senseless, y/n. I’ll fuck you so good you won’t be able to get up tomorrow. There’s no way you’re ever sleeping in that room again now that I have you here.

Changbin:

Changbin had just gotten under the covers, ready to take out his phone to look at pictures of you. By now, it had become a ritual for him. His hands were already under his boxers as he tried to find some material to work with. A loud thud made him jerk his hand back and put the phone under his pillow, trying to listen to where the sound came from. Two more thuds later and he had gotten up, already half-hard. When he got to the hallway, you threw yourself against your door for a fourth time. Confused by the scene in front of him, the man loudly cleared his throat.

“What on Earth are you doing, y/n?”

You huffed. Face and hair disheveled from throwing yourself against your bedroom door multiple times in a row. You looked incredibly hot, Changbin noted. He had wanted to stare at you longer, but your words pulled him away from his upcoming dirty thoughts.

“The lock,” you began. “It’s stuck. Could you please help me?”

This was it, the man thought. This was the universe’s way of giving him a chance and there was no way he was going to waste it.

“Sure,” he said, as calmly as he could. He positioned himself by the door, pretending to get ready to throw his weight against it. He took one step forward and immediately stopped himself, grabbing your wrist instead and pulling you along.

“Wh-'' Before you were able to finish your sentence, Changbin’s finger was pressed against your lips.

“Shh,” he hushed as he continued to pull your wrist. He opened the door to his own room and softly pushed you inside, closing the door behind you.

“Sleep here tonight.” The way he commanded you made your cheeks flush. You had thought about fucking your best friend plenty of times, but you had never dared to dream that it would come true. You nodded in response and got under the covers. It had been too late to call a locksmith anyway and this opportunity would not come around again. The man stood next to his bed, not realizing how prominent his erection actually was. You couldn’t help but stare at it through his boxer shorts. Only when he loudly cleared his throat, did you snap out of it; trying to avoid his gaze in embarrassment.

“You gonna take care of this, sweetheart? It’s your fault after all.”

All the blood in your body went straight to your face and a knot started to form in your abdomen. Before you knew it, you were on your knees on the bed, tugging at your best friend’s boxers.

“So eager, huh?” Changbin teased. “Fuck, if I had known you wanted this as badly as I do, I would have locked your door myself.”

You could hear him moan as you started to lick the pre cum around his tip; his cock twitching at the feeling of your tongue. You only licked him sporadically, intending to tease the man. Before long, Changbin had grabbed a fist full of your hair and pulled your head away from him. He was unable to hide the smile on his face and softly pushed you back until you were laying down on his bed.

“Not so fast, darling,” he growled. “Let’s make you feel good too.” His tongue made its way from your hand to your shoulder, chest, stomach, and underwear before removing it. You were thanking that cursed lock, getting ready for what would be an amazing night.

Now let’s see how much I can tease you before you beg me to make you cum. I might even take some more pictures to add to my collection. You don’t mind, right y/n?

Hyunjin:

You were standing in your room, hands in your hair as you looked at the waterfall that came surging from the ceiling. The plumbing system had completely failed you.

“Fuck!” You yelled. Well, it looked like you were sleeping on the couch tonight. You groaned internally at the neck pain you would be having tomorrow morning.

“Y/n, are you okay?!” Hyunjin banged loudly on your door; not waiting for an answer and bursting in. As soon as he saw the scene in front of him, his mind went blank. The man didn’t care about the burst pipes; he was more so focussed on your sleepwear.

Completely defeated, you dragged yourself past your best friend and towards the living room, spare blanket in hand. Your head hadn’t even hit the cushions yet when you felt yourself being picked up. Finally, you were shaken out of your current state.

“H-Hyunjin!” You yelped, not fighting the man who held you tightly as he made his way to his room. “What are you doing?”

He kicked open the door to his room and put you down on his bed. You immediately scooted under the blankets, wanting to cover yourself up a bit more. Within seconds, Hyunjin had laid down next to you, slowly moving closer. His face looked loving, yet there was a hint of something more… devious.

“Can’t believe it took plumbing to finally get you in here,” he said softly, his eyes glued to yours. You could feel your cheeks heat up and quickly stuck your hands between your thighs, trying to fight the feeling of wanting to feel him up.

He would be the one to make the first move, though. He inched even closer than before and eventually, his lips found yours. It had been a peck at first, but before you knew it, he was exploring your entire mouth with his tongue. As soon as he pulled away, you let out a soft moan.

“Hm,” he hummed contently. “I like that sound. Do it again.”

For a second you froze. What the fuck was happening? After a few moments of your brain going into overdrive, Hyunjin pushed himself up and straddled you; hands on either side of your head.

“Are you ignoring me, darling?” He breathed. “Looks like it’s up to me if I want to hear you moan again.”

The way he moved forward made you think he was going to kiss you again, but instead, his lips only brushed yours briefly, eventually landing on your collarbone. He took off his shirt and tugged on yours; making you copy his movements. You could feel his throbbing cock pushing against you through his sweatpants and the thought of what he would do next made you moan once more. You could feel Hyunjin smile against your now bare chest.

“So pretty,” he teased as you tried to avoid his gaze. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. “I want to see you when I make you moan.” All you could do in response was nod.

Before you knew it, he had disappeared under the covers, trailing kisses from your chest all the way to your thighs. His hands were roaming all over your body, squeezing you here and there. In turn, you let your fingers grip his hair as you pushed his head further down.

“Oh?” You could hear the slight arrogance in his voice; not sure if he had always sounded this hot. “Finally I get you to be in my bed and you immediately get impatient? That’s not how this is going to work. Now be good and stay still while I make you feel good, y/n.”

As you felt his tongue tease your thighs, you secretly thanked the terrible plumbing system for failing. This was going to be an amazing night.

I’m going to make you cum at least twice tonight, y/n. I have been waiting on this for way too long and I’m not going to waste this opportunity. You better prepare yourself.

Han Jisung:

“H- Hey Jisung,” you said softly as you knocked on your best friend’s door. “Are you asleep?”

It took a few moments, but eventually, the door opened. Jisung was only wearing his boxer shorts, causing you to quickly turn around. The man chuckled amusedly.

“Can I help you?” His tone was teasing; this wasn’t going to be easy.

“Do you mind if I stay here for a little bit? I had a horrible nightmare and I feel very on edge.”

The man just turned around and disappeared back into his room, only to reappear seconds later; pillow under his arm. He closed the door and walked with you to your room, opening the door and gesturing for you to go inside.

You got back under the covers and Jisung crawled in with you. You had expected him to maybe stroke your hair, or maybe tease you a little bit. It hadn’t been the first time you had woken up screaming and sweating because of bad dreams. This time though, there was no stroking and no teasing. All Jisung did was look at you intently as he laid on his side; his face slightly red.

“You know,” he began. “It’s not really fair to keep inviting me into your bed, only to not let me do anything to you.”

Your eyes grew so big you thought they were going to pop out of your head. Had you heard him correctly? Sweet, loving Jisung would never say something like this right? Before your brain had time to process all the dirty thoughts that were racing through your mind, he had already opened his mouth again.

“Or did you invite me in with the hopes that I was going to do something? I didn’t know you were so naughty, y/n.”

“You- I- No it’s-” You were unsuccessful in trying to produce a whole sentence; your thoughts became even more of a mess the more he spoke.

Slowly, the man came closer, until he was able to reach your lips with his. You immediately opened your mouth to let him in; a request he happily fulfilled. As this tongue explored your mouth, you couldn’t help but let your hands wander along his bare chest. Without pulling away from you, Jisung grabbed one of those hands and guided them downwards, until you could feel his throbbing cock. When you softly squeezed him, he finally allowed you to catch your breath.

“You want to help me out?” He breathed. You hummed in response and lifted your shirt over your head.

“How about we help each other out?” You tried to sound as calm as you possibly could, but your thoughts were all over the place and your body was begging for his touch.

Jisung chuckled and quickly took off his boxers, pulling you on top of him as soon as he had. You softly grinded against him, causing him to fill your ears with some devine sounds. You wanted to hear more of them and let your tongue explore his body in response. You would have been lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t fantasized about this before.

“Jisung,” you moaned. “Please kiss me again.”

He had intended to tease you, but the way you pleaded made him give in immediately; he couldn’t help himself. Turning you around, he now hovered over you, lips exploring every inch of your body.

“I’m going to be doing a lot more than just kissing you, y/n. You’re in for a long night.”

No fucking way this is finally happening. I can’t wait until I can make you cum, y/n. All I want to do tonight is make you feel good. Make more of those beautiful sounds for me, darling.

Lee Felix / Yongbok:

You had been so tired when you finally got back from your late night shift that you had let yourself fall on the couch. There wasn’t even enough energy in your body to make it all the way to your bedroom.

“Y/n?”

Felix had entered the living room and stared at you, hands resting on his hips.

“What did I tell you about sleeping on the couch?”

You whined and wiggled your body, making the man’s cheeks flush. As soon as you told him that you weren’t going to get back up again, he swiftly picked you up.

“O-oi, Yongbok!” You exclaimed. You tried to softly hit his arms, but the man wasn’t going to let you go. He had been wanting to do this for a long time and he saw his chance. Your best friend carried you all the way to the bedroom and you felt content and thankful the second your head hit the pillow. You took a deep breath, but before you could exhale, your eyes shot open. The pillow had smelled different; completely different. You looked up to find him pulling his shirt over his head.

“What are you-”

“If you want to sleep in your own bed, then get up and go there; otherwise you’re sleeping here.”

It wasn’t often that Felix used that deep voice of his and it had been quite some time since you had heard it. Was this really happening? You quickly pinched yourself to check if this wasn’t a dream.

It wasn’t.

The man laid down next to you, on top of the blankets. Suddenly, you could feel a surge of energy through your body. You weren’t going to use said energy to walk to your own bed though. Instead, you used it to straddle the shirtless man.

“Well well well,” he teased as his hands immediately roamed your chest. “I thought you were too tired to move.”

“Shut up,” you quipped back, putting a little more weight on his cock. This earned you a groan in response, making you chuckle. “Looks like I’m not the only one who has been thinking about this.”

Now it was your friend’s turn to blush and you leaned forward.

“If you ask nicely, I’ll kiss you,” you teased.

You could hear an audible gulp from beneath you and looked at Felix with piercing eyes, awaiting his response. You had expected him to say the magic words, always having thought of him as more submissive than dominant.

You had been very wrong.

Felix grabbed your hands and swiftly turned you on your back, using his one hand to put yours above your head; his free hand disappearing under your shirt. As soon as he started to play with your nipples, you let out a soft moan.

“Oh?” It was now his turn to tease you. “You’re even more sensitive than I imagined.”

You turned your head to the side, not daring to look him in the eye at the moment. Felix ignored you and just started to work your body with his tongue, slowly making his way downward.

“Now,” he breathed, having complete control over you. “If you ask nicely, I’ll make you cum, y/n.”

I’ve tried so many times to behave when you were around, but not this time, y/n. You wanted to tease me? Be prepared to beg me until I let you cum. You’re mine now.

Seungmin:

“Minnie!” You banged on your best friend’s door for the third time. If only that man would ever take off his headphones, you would be able to actually get some help. Finally, after what seemed like ten minutes, the door opened. You had wanted to scold him for making you knock so many times, but there was something off about the sight in front of you. Seungmin’s shirt was inside out and his hair looked like he had just finished a whole workout. It looked different from the marks his headphones would usually leave.

“You okay?” You asked.

The man shifted uncomfortably in front of you.

“What do you want, y/n? I’m busy.” He completely avoided your eyes. What was with him tonight?

“Can you help me?” You sighed. “My bed’s headboard came off somehow.” You recalled the time you were so done with setting it up that you had thrown the screwdriver towards the corner of your room. Those loose screws had now come back to bite you.

You leaned forward a bit, waiting for him to say he would help you, like he usually would. It was this expectation that made you very surprised when he shook his head.

“Oh, you little-”

He didn’t let you finish his sentence. Instead, he pulled you straight into his room. He slammed the door shut and pushed you against it; his hand staying in place against your head.

“S-Seungmin?”

It had now been clear what he had been doing. The soft moans playing from the phone on his bed confirmed as much.

“Look man,” you tried. “I-I didn’t know you were-”

Lips sloppily crashed on yours, his tongue trying to fight for control of your own. You couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper. It took a good minute before Seungmin pulled away to gauge your reaction. It had been even better than he had imagined; and this man had imagined this moment so many times he couldn’t count. He swiftly lifted you up as he kissed you again, pleased with the way your legs found their way around his waist. He turned around and softly lowered you on his bed.

“Sleep here tonight,” he said in between kisses. As you shifted a bit on his sheets, Seungmin turned off the sound on his phone. He looked back at you. “I’d rather hear them come from you.”

Fuck it, you thought as you pulled him by his collar, earning a smirk from the man.

“I knew it wasn’t just me,” he growled, removing his shirt and pointing at yours. “Take that off.”

It made you feel ashamed how quickly you obliged, but you were now like putty in his hands. He knew he had you where he wanted you. He quickly licked your lower lip before letting his tongue make its way downwards, causing you to squirm. A dark chuckle left his lips.

“You better prepare yourself, y/n. I’m going to make you scream my name soon. There’s no way I’m going to help you with your bed. You’re sleeping here.” As soon as you felt him remove your underwear, you knew you were done for. Seungmin’s tongue licked your most sensitive parts, making you arch your back and let out a moan.

“See, you sound a lot better than whatever I was watching. Let me hear more of your sounds, y/n. Let me hear you say my name while I pleasure you.”

I’m going to make you cum multiple times tonight, y/n. I can't wait until I can feel your mouth around my cock. I bet you feel really really good. This is going to be the best night I’ve had in a long time.

I.N. / Jeongin:

You didn’t know exactly how you got here, but at this point, it didn’t matter. Maybe it had been the alcohol, maybe it had been the fact that you had hoped for this; nobody could be entirely sure. You had intended to sleep in your own bed, but as soon as Jeongin had puffed out his cheeks, you had been unable to refuse his request.

“Please sleep in my bed tonight, y/n!” He had begged, tugging at your arm. “You’re the one who wanted to watch a scary movie and now you’re gonna make me sleep by myself?”

You had sighed and after a few reiterations of the same question, you had eventually relented.

So now you were in your best friend’s bed; mind hazy and full of dirty thoughts. It took everything in you not to rip Jeongin’s clothes from his body. The man was seemingly asleep next to you and you lovingly stroked his hair, taking in the beauty that was his entire face.

“Not fair,” you whispered. “You can’t lay next to me looking that good and expect me not to want you.”

You almost jumped up when his eyes shot open; big and staring right at you. The smirk that crept up on his face made your own eyes widen. Within seconds, the man had pulled you on top of him, causing you to let out a soft yelp.

“You want me?” He asked innocently, his actions completely contradicting his tone as he shifted you so that you sat on his boxers. You could feel his cock harden underneath you, causing the thoughts in your head to get even more explicit. Fuck it, you thought.

“You have a problem with that baby boy?” You cooed. You had no idea where this confidence had come from -though it had likely been the alcohol- but you decided to roll with it. As soon as he heard the nickname, Jeongin let out a whimper and vehemently shook his head. It was amazing to see how quickly he became this submissive, so desperate for you to touch him. You decided to tease him a little more.

Your hands started on his neck, trailing down to his chest and stopping right above his boxers, causing the man to completely lose it. You had expected him to whimper again, but something in him snapped and before you knew it, he had rolled you over. As he hovered above you he smirked for the second time tonight, spelling disaster for you.

“Play nicely now,” he growled. “Let’s see how you like it.”

He let his fingers trace your underwear, listening to the sounds you produced as he did. It made him feel so powerful to be able to make you moan that he didn’t want to give up this position.

“I’m going to make you feel good, y/n,” he purred while trailing kisses down your thighs. As soon as his tongue hit your most intimate part, you threw your head back. More sounds left your lips and you could feel him chuckle against your skin.

“Look at you,” he said in a low voice. “You’re being so good for me. I think you deserve a reward.”

You completely lost it once he put his tongue back between your thighs. Your nails dug in his back, making him let out a growl. While you had imagined this moment plenty of times, you had never thought he could sound so animalistic. You were ready for whatever Jeongin had in store for you.

You better get ready, y/n. There’s no way I’m gonna let you leave this bed any time soon. At least not until I make you cum all over me. I want to hear you scream my name.

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