#he'd hate every single one of us for trying to hug him..

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Oh my lord, the aventurine hcs had me with heart eyes blushing

I was thinking

Aventurine x reader cuddle hcs or like kissing hcs >0<

Don't forget to eat and drink, and get enough rest!!

hey there !!<3 i'm so glad you enjoyed the hcs (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ your wish is my command so lets get into it! also this has slight angst ! i like to think of aventurine as a really touchy guy as soon as he gets comfy enough around you. in public he'll act all confident, throwing an arm around you while flashing a cocky smile to anybody who looks at you two, while in private he'll just bury his head in your chest as you play with his hair. it took him a while to let his guard down, to actually stop acting like the 'big strong and confident man' around you. but as soon as he did he'll be the clingiest thing ever, always trying to make you stay in bed for a bit longer, being scared that you maybe won't return some day. but you always do, you always come back to him and embrace him in your arms. as i mentioned earlier, he'll always have an arm around you, so he can just pull you into a hug whenever he wants. he'd always press a kiss to your forehead before he lets you go. (can you tell i like forehead kisses) but your lips are one of his favorite things about you, sometimes brushing over them with his thumb before chuckling and then giving you a quick peck. if it's a deeper kiss, he'll always cup your face with both hands, again not letting you go. i feel like aventurine is the type to not move at all while sleeping, so if he's spooning you, you're gonna have to get used to sleeping on one side the entire night. don't underestimate the strength he has in those arms. this man loves laying on your stomach while you're on your phone or doing anything really, one hand in his hair. other times he'll let you sleep on his lap instead, but instead of being on his phone or whatever he'd just admire your sleeping state/you in general. already speaking about laps, he loves it when you sit on his lap and hug him really tightly, because he'll hug you right back. burying his head in your neck, basically inhaling your scent. this man will kiss every single part of your body, no matter how much you hate a specific part of your body. you're insecure about your stomach?? he'll kiss and compliment till you're a blushing and smiling mess. don't like your face? again he'll kiss it, compliment it and squish it while giving you the sweetest smile ever. his voice always goes so soft whenever he speaks to you. (i wish he was real :') tysm for reading, this was so much fun. again if you have any ideas you want to see me write (fluff or smut), don't be scared to shoot a little msg in my inbox<3)

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📖 + "I think... I'm in love with (Name)" || "Congrats on being the last one to find out" prompt w eddie omgomgomg💗 also congrats on 400 angel <33

thank you my loveee 💖💖💖

here comes, hope you like it! (a little dialogue heavy, sorry for that!)

join the celebration!

every day for us, something new

"Gonna make some more popcorn, guys! Get the next one ready," you said, getting up from the couch where you were sitting between Eddie and Argyle.

"Get me another coke, please!" Robin, from the floor, asked.

"Oh, get me another beer, sweetums, will 'ya?" Eddie joined in.

"No one else ask me anything, I don't have hands for more!" you exclaimed before leaving for the kitchen.

Movie nights were routine at this point. After all the trauma and the babysitting and the saving the world, the least you all deserved were some fun nights chilling with your friends. Steve or Nancy would host, you'd all take turns choosing movies for the week, and you'd get together to watch and gossip and just be around each other in non-threatening ways. There was no bond like the one created between life-or-death situations.

Eddie's eyes followed you as you walked out of Steve's living room. Jonathan chuckled.

"What?" Eddie asked and Nancy and Robin groaned in unison.

"You are. So. Dense," Nancy complained.

"I don't think he's dense, I think he's just stupid," Robin completed. Eddie hated how she and Nancy came to sharing a single braincell lately.

"C'mon, let's take it easy on our brochacho. The matters of the heart aren't easy," Argyle said, words all considerate but his smirk was nothing but teasing, and Eddie wanted them all to just shut the fuck up.

There was a loud noise from the kitchen, and Eddie was up on his feet in an instant.

"Don't worry, I'm okay!" you called out before anyone could even say anything, to Eddie's relief, and he sat down again.

All of his friends were looking at him funny. What was this plot against him, honestly?

"What's going on?" he asked, waving his arms around in annoyance.

"Dude. Use a single neuron. You'll understand," Steve advised, letting out a dramatically exhausted sigh.

Eddie just stared back at them, one at a time, for several minutes. Trying to find the answers in one of his friends' eyes, or just hoping to be scary enough to make them tell him at once.

"I can't do this, he's the dumbest man alive," Jonathan said after a long while in silence.

What were you even doing in the kitchen for such a long time? Popcorn gets ready in like, five minutes.

"He's never been in love before, maybe he just doesn't recognize it," Steve pitched in, and he knew that information because Eddie had told him once.

What did it have to do with anything?

"What does being in love has anything to do with this? Who's in love here? No one's in lov-" he started, and then he stopped.

Thought about your smile, and that funny little laugh you saved only for his stupid jokes. The way you'd hug him tighter and longer than everyone else. The way you and Robin shared perfumes, a fragrance he didn't really like much, but on you he'd love - something about the way it'd interact with your natural skin smell, and it intoxicated him in the best of ways. He thought about how soft your skin was, and how he loved when you ran your fingers through his hair. He thought about how he thought about you first thing when he woke up, and he thought about you last thing before sleeping. How he thought about you even when asleep - how he'd dream of you, and him, your hands clasped together, your lips on his.

"Oh my god, I think I'm in love," he muttered.

"Congrats on being the last one to find out," Nancy answered. He just looked at her, freezing, hands trembling a little. "What are you thinking about so much, just go!" She nodded at the kitchen and, once again, Eddie was up on his feet in an instant.

He practically ran to the other room.

"Steve, your cabinets are a nightmare," you said, back turned to the door as you heard steps.

"Not Steve," he said, and you turned to face him. That smile, the one reserved just for him, on your lips.

"Eddie! Here to help me? Does anyone want something else?"

He just shook his head and walked closer to you. Took your hand on his, and your skin was just as soft as he thought about constantly.

"Is everything okay?" you asked.

He nodded, "Yeah, just came to a realization."

"Care to share with the class?" your words all teasing but your smile was nothing but sweet. He wanted to kiss you.

"I want to kiss you," he said out loud.

Your smile grew wider, "Well, do it, then."

And he did. And it was so much better than in his dreams. Yous lips were soft and tasted of whatever soda you were drinking, and your hands craddled his neck and you sure could feel his pulse going a million miles per second. But he didn't care, because you seemed eager for more, tongue poking at his lips and he let you in, and it was like fireworks exploding inside his head. He feelt fuzzy, and warm all over, and the happiest he's ever been. Because he's in love with you, he realized, and he was kissing you and you were kissing him back.

It felt like years before you separated, both panting a little.

"Oh, man, I like you so much," you mumbled, lips still almost pressed to his so he feelt every vibration in each of your words. It tingled him, head to toe, in and out.

"That's my realization," he responded, and you gave him another peck, and another one, and you were kissing him again when you heard steps behind you.

"C'mon, slow lovebirds, where's my damn popcorn? I wanna watch the sequel!" Robin showed up, picked up the popcorn bowl and her coke before leaving again.

You and Eddie laughed, and you gave him another peck, and another one, and you were kissing him again.

Neither of you got to watch much of the sequel.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson ficlet #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things ficlet #lui's strange celebration #lsc 📖 #lui writes

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Blank Pages. JJK [m]

bestfriend!jungkook x reader

Genre: one-shot; smut; romance; non-idol!jk; f2l

Words: 8k

Synopsis: You have a secret: you're a popular writer on Wattpad. The worst thing that could happen is your best friend Jungkook to discover that your erotic novels are about him...

Warning: protected sex; oral sex (f. receiving); writing of sex scenes

JK was pounding into me at an animalistic pace. I couldn't help screaming his name due to the overstimulation of the three precedent orgasms. His grip around my hips tightened as he was reaching his high. A few more dick strokes were provided before I could feel his hot shots of cum inside my pussy.

It didn't take long for the both of us to fall asleep, exhausted by the intense sex ride.

Your cheeks are red when you finish posting the new chapter of your story on your Wattpad account. Vivid images of the imaginary roll in the hay fill your brain — and your panties with wetness. You always feel the same after writing a sex scene starring your best friend: horny and guilty. You can't imagine how Jungkook would react if he knew he was the main character of a popular erotic online novel... You would die of embarrassment, knowing your best friend, whom you are madly in love with, had discovered your deepest sexual fantasies — featuring him. On the other hand, writing those filthy stories is your way to control both your feelings and your desires. Jungkook is your best friend, you can't risk your friendship.

You didn't have any thoughts other than trying to contain your sexual attraction for him when you created your Wattpad account. You had never thought that so many people would read your stories. You can't deny that you feel kind of proud that people love your writings but you also feel horrified that so many strangers are fantasying — and obviously masturbating — on your best friend. You are so glad that you kind of anonymized him by using his nickname JK. You mean, people could think it stands for Jin-Keon, right?

Just as if you needed some reminder that your writing is nothing but fiction, your phone screen brights up to notify a new message from the very same Jungkook.

'Hi, buddy! We're going to the club with the guys, wanna join?'

You hate so much when Jungkook calls you 'buddy'. It's so far away from the nicknames you wish he'd give you. In your stories, JK always uses 'baby', 'babe', sweetheart' and this is what you want... Not a stupid 'buddy' like you were his classmate in sixth grade!

You growl in frustration and answer that you're too tired and you're just going to bed. Your best friend replies that he is disappointed not to see you tonight and you hate how your weak stupid heart melts at that. You are also disappointed not to see him tonight or every single day of your life. You wish you could go home after work and know that Jungkook is waiting for you before heading to bed, together. You know damn well those are silly thoughts and maybe that's why they hurt so much. They are too far away from reality.

As you think.

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You hum, half-asleep as you feel something moving against you. You tighten your arms around the thing next to you to keep it still. However, it moves again to softly caress your hair.

"Y/N, let's go to bed" A whispered voice says

You lowly growl and bury your face deeper into the thing you're hugging. If you weren't in this sleepy state, you could notice that what you have in your arms is actually Jungkook. He doesn't really mind and it's not the first time your movie night ends up with you falling asleep. He'd just let you gradually collapse on him because he knows you always feel cold when you are sleeping. So he is happy to provide some warmth while you're visiting Morpheus' world. He even rested his arm around your shoulders to be a little more comfortable to watch the end of the movie — and enjoying this excuse to hug you.

But now, the film has ended and the couch is not the best place for a full night of slumber. Jungkook sighs when he accepts the fact that you just won't wake up. He tries, as gently as he can, to stand up and lifts you up in his arms. He pushes his bedroom door open with his foot, which causes him to almost loose balance. Finally, his mission is a success when he lands you on his bed without waking you. He smiles softly as he looks at you. He wonders what you are dreaming about right now. Are you having nightmares because of the horror movie? Or are you in a happy place full of your loved ones? He hopes for the latest.

He heads to the bathroom, brushes his teeth and joins you in bed. He knows you don't bother sleeping with him — it's not the first time either. And honestly, if he knew your feelings for him, he could be even more aware of how poorly you care. He makes sure the covers are tightly wrapped around you and scoots closer to hug you. He likes how your smaller body fits in his embrace — it's way better than his usual pillow. He gives you a small peck on the top of your hair and follows you in dreamland.

The sunlight coming through the unwell closed curtains wakes you up. You're surprised not to feel cold as usual in the morning. You want to lift your hand to rub your swollen eyes but you can't: something, or more like someone is completely wrapped around you. Your eyes snap open when you realize it's Jungkook. You turn your head and your heart melts at the sight: his sleepy face is so cute, especially with his pouty lips. You're close enough to clearly see his scar on the cheek as well as the little molds on his nose and under his lower lip. You wish you could taste its softness. You move carefully to free one arm and you caress your best friend's hair as softly as you can to not wake him up. You almost moan when you feel how silky it is underneath your fingertips. God, Jungkook is so perfect that it hurts to look at him.

Your heart beats fast in your chest due to the proximity but it suddenly stops when Jungkook, in his sleepless, presses you closer against his body. And then, you feel it. As clear as day. His morning wood. It stands hard against your lower belly and you gulp. Does your saliva drive straight to your pussy? Because your panties are now soaked. Oh god, Jungkook's cock is pressed against you and you love it. All kind of sinful scenarios take control of your brain and you wish your best friend was a sleepwalker but more like a sleepfucker. Okay, you are clearly deranged...

A normal person would try to bring some space between your two bodies but you do the opposite: you scoot closer, almost grinding on his boner.

Small sleepy growls from Jungkook make you stop moving as you really don't want your best friend to know how much of a sexual freak he is turning you into.

"Good morning, goober" Jungkook says with his sexy raspy voice before kissing your forehead

"Hi" You reply with cheeks as red as a tomato

Fuck, you still feel his dick but Jungkook doesn't seem in a rush of stepping away. Does he not feel it? Or maybe he does and he needs some friction because he fucking holds you tighter. You wish you could feel embarrassed but it's not the main emotion you experience: your horniness takes the most of you. If Jungkook doesn't release you soon, you could jump on him to ride him. Perhaps all the hot sex scenes you have written are messing up with your brain and you can't distance fantasy from reality.

(Un)fortunately, your best friend frees you to stretch. You try your best not to peak at the tent of the sheets caused by his hard-on. Jungkook leaves the bed and stands up in front of you, asking about breakfast with a very distant — according to you — voice. However, you can't focus on any words he is saying because the only thing that gets your attention is his — huge — bulge in his boxing shorts. He clearly doesn't wear any briefs and your mouth waters at the fact there is just one layer of fabric separating you from his cock — and also a whole moral code but you can't care about it right now. On the hand, it's not like Jungkook would stop you but you don't have any idea of it. A sparkle of playfulness brightens his doe eyes as he notices how you are gazing at his dick.

"Are you even listening to me?" Jungkook asks while snapping his fingers right in front of your face

"I-Jungkook, you..." You start but struggle to find the words that won't make you look like a sexual freak

"What?"

"You, uhm, seem to be awaken" You eventually decide to say

Jungkook looks at you with a faked questioning face and you point at this crotch. Rather than to be embarrassed, your best friend smirks proudly.

"Impressed, right?" He teases you and your cheeks take a new brighter tint of red

"Jungkook!" You scold him but you secretly are impressed by his obvious blessed area — way bigger than you have wrote

Your best friend just laughs with his childlike cheerful chuckle and announces that he'll cook some rice with sausages. You fall back on the bed, sighing in frustration. Jungkook is driving you crazy and you wish you could take off his wry smile by sitting on his pretty face. However, you decide it would be wiser to just sit on a chair and have breakfast with him.

"I could like to go to Songdo Beach today and go on a ride of the Busan AirCruise" You say at one point, your mouth full of food which makes barely impossible for Jungkook to understand you

"Why? You already did it a hundred of times"

"But it's raining today!" You pout "You know I love the atmosphere the rain gives to the skyline"

Your best friend does know it. You have told him countless of times how relaxing you find the sound of the rain on the glass cable car and the pale blue, almost lavender color, the Busan sky gets tinted on rainy days. Jungkook sighs to pretend it's a burden to go with you but you both know he likes it too.

As usual, the queue is not that long. Busan people tend to stay home or to take shelter in the numerous trendy coffees. What a shame people don't appreciate how nice it is to fly upon the near ocean while raindrops surround you. As usual, Jungkook buys the tickets for the two of you. You don't quite understand why he insists every time to pay but you can't deny it is heart-warming. Your best friend knows it's one of the things you love the most in life so he just wants you to enjoy it entirely.

A soft smile paints your lips as you step in the cable car. Slowly elevating you in the sky, you watch the nearby buildings growing away between the big and round drops of water. The sight is blurred yet so poetic. The glass floor allows you to take a peak at the waves and if you look at the ocean side, you can see some huge cargo boats, waiting in Busan bay to deliver their merchandise.

The calm atmosphere, enhanced by the melody of the rain on the glass, soothes you. However, Jungkook couldn't just let you be and he suddenly moves to make the cable car swing. You scream and scold him which only makes him laugh. As usual.

"Let's take a picture" Jungkook says while pulling off his phone from his oversized bomber jacket pocket

Then, he sits next to you and frames to crystalize both your two faces and the skyline in the background on the photo. You and your best friend smile brightly. If someone asks Jungkook right now, he could say that it's one of sunniest days ever because of how radiant you are.

"A last one" Jungkook announces

He clicks on the button to snap the picture at the exact moment he pecks your cheek. The photo clearly notifies how surprised you were, your eyes growing wider and your mouth slightly opened. However, your shy face mixed with your blushed cheeks make you really, really cute in Jungkook's opinion. He can only chuckle as he gazes at the picture with affection eyes. He will definitely make it his new wallpaper.

However, the small peck you have received from your best friend moves you more than it should. Your heart beats so loud in your chest that it seems to echoes down to your toes. You try to calm down and you resonate: it doesn't mean anything for your best friend. It's just a small friendly peck. Fuck, you write some erotic stories in which the characters fuck like beasts, you can't be all shaken up by a stupid kiss on the cheek!

You soothe your crazy heart by focusing on the view of the grey tinted skyline and on the few people defying the rain with their umbrellas. Deep down, you know it's the best memory you will have on the Busan cable car despite the numerous times you went on.

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"What do you think about this one?" Jungkook asks you a few days later while presenting another shirt in a dark blue color

You try hard to put a smile on your face to hide your painful chest. Does your best friend have any idea that helping him choosing an outfit for his date is torture for you? You could wince at the pain if you didn't have to act like normal.

"I think the white one is better" You answer nonetheless "You can't go wrong with it"

Jungkook nods and then finishes you completely: he casually takes off his t-shirt, flashing you with his so perfect buff chest. If it's true that you sometimes gripe when your best friend spends two hours at the gym, you are so thankful of it now. You practically drool when your eyes run through his flexing biceps — the right one delicately wrapped with ink —, his well-defined pecs and his fucking hot abs. You almost faint when your glance ends up its route on his very low pants, making his V-line and the hem of his black underwear visible. His skin seems so soft, your fingertips tickle at the thought of touching it. Fuck, this is better than anything you have ever written. You gulp when you think about all the nasty things you could like to do with Jungkook's torso.

"So, what do you think?"

Jungkook's question snaps you out of your fantasies but you have absolutely no idea of what he is talking about. Suddenly, the thread escaping from your jeans is very much interesting and you just pray that Jungkook hasn't noticed how you were eying him.

"About what?" You timidly ask

"Gogi Yummy, the restaurant I'm taking her to. Do you think it's a good idea?"

Your heart squeezes painfully when you think about Jungkook having a perfect date, doing everything you could like him to do, with someone else. You wish you could be a good best friend and be happy for him but the truth is that you love him too much not to feel hurt when he is going on a date.

"I think it's great" You reply as cheerful as you can be but still not looking to him in an attempt to hide the hurt in your eyes

"What about you?" Your best friend suddenly asks

"What about me?" You repeat his words with confusion, brows furrowed

"When are you going on a date?" He clarifies

You sigh while notifying him that you don't have time to look for a date. The real reason is obviously your feelings for Jungkook, you don't want anyone else but him.

"You know Jimin, right? The last time I saw him, he told me you were cute. Maybe you should give him a chance" Jungkook tells you with an encouraging tone but you only wince, which makes him sigh "Look, if my date goes well, we'll do something together, the four of us. This way, you won't feel pressured. How does it sound?"

Awful. But there is no way you'd confess that, especially when Jungkook is looking at you with his sparkling doe eyes and his so cute bunny smile. So you tell him that it's a great idea and you hope, even more than before, that his date is a disaster so you don't have to go on a double-date during which you won't be the partner of the person you love.

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JK was drawing delicious patterns on my clit with his tongue. I couldn't help tugging on his raven hair, not really knowing if it was to stop him or to urge him to do it harder. My breathe was cut when I felt a long and thick finger sliding into me, automatically making my walls clench around it.

"I'm close"I told JK, which provoked a proud smirk on his face

His only mission on Earth seemed to be providing me great orgasms — and he'd never failed.

"Come on, baby. Make me taste your yummy juices" He teased me, sending me on the edge

He stood up and took off this t-shirt so I could admire his delicate yet strong torso, the definition of perfection. His muscles were making me feel all kinds of butterflies in my stomach — or was it the remains of the orgasm? — and JK knew it well. He knew he was teasing me, and the way he was flexing his muscles proved me right. My mouth watered and my hand caressed the bulge of his six-pack. His tattoos always had an effect on me, making him as intriguing as sexy. A sin I wouldn't care to go to Hell for.

I wished I had time to enjoy it more but I had to go to work — JK's cunnilingus made me late as it made me come.

You save the last chapter and publish it on Wattpad. You stroll through the comments and smile when you read some very supportive ones. Almost every readers are in love with JK — only of they knew that real life Jungkook is one hundred times better. You sigh in content and close your laptop, ready to head to bed but your phone rings, stopping your plans of having a good and relaxing sleep.

'My date went great. Save your Friday night buddy cause we have a date ;)'

Why does your best friend have absolutely no clue of the draggers he is stabbing into your heart? To be fair, he went on this date because he thinks he doesn't stand a chance with you but you obviously don't know that. You growl and turn in your bed, tugging your sheets around you like if you were a burrito. Yes, going on a date with Jungkook is one of your dreams but going on a double-date with Jungkook having another date than you is a nightmare. You spend the night ramming through all the possible ways the date can go, which leads you to cry when scenarios of your best friend kissing a girl in front of you play in your mind.

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You growl while taking your clothes out of the washing machine. You don't what went wrong but it seems like every single pieces of clothing has sized down. Well, you could guess what went wrong: you were deep in thought and clicked on the wrong washing program. You sigh when you see your favorite dress... A slight and ridiculous hope that maybe it's not too bad makes you try it on, which takes you way more efforts than usual. But it only confirms what you thought: the red dress is now so tight that it looks like a second skin. The bottom hem barely covers your underwear and shows some of your ass in the back. And let's not talk about the neckline because it's worse: half of your bra is on display.

Of course, fate is never on your side — because it has been such a nice day so far. You hear your front door opening and it only means one thing: Jungkook is here. He is the only one to have a spare key — which was supposed to be for emergency but turned out to be a way to visit you without warning every time he is in the mood to. You start to panic but you don't have time to cover yourself as your best friend's pretty face appears. You feel embarrassed to show so much skin to Jungkook, even though you often fantasize about him seeing way much more. Shock — and some other expression that you could interpret as lust — paints his features. His eyes run through your very exposed body and your cheeks match the color of your 'dress'.

"Are you going to wear that?" Jungkook asks with a as natural as possible tone while he places his hands in front of his crotch to prevent you from noticing his growing boner

"Are you crazy?!" You defend yourself "I fucked up my laundry, that's all. I have no other choice than to throw away my favorite dress" You sigh in despair

On the other side, Jungkook likes the new style of the dress. It's now his favorite. Fuck, you're hot. You look so naughty. And it's even better when you turn around and some of your asscheeks are visible. He wonders how they would jiggle if he'd spanked you. He knows he shouldn't have this kind of thoughts about you but he can't help it. Your body is so fucking perfect. The peak he had of your big rounded tits, covered by your bra which led appear the shadow of your picky nipple, and the almost peak he had of your panties drive him mad. He does't think you should throw the dress away. You should keep it. For him. For when he fucks you.

Jungkook tries to get rid off those thoughts but his hard-on makes it difficult. When you send him off to change, he gladly accepts and opens your fridge, pretending he is looking for some soda, to let the cold soften his cock. You'll be the death of him.

"What are you doing here?" You asks, making your best friend jolt

Jungkook grabs a random can and turns around to discover you are now wearing your usual light green sweatpants and an oversized t-shit — former his, if he might add. You are really messing with his brain because earlier, with your tiny dress, he could pretend that his attraction was just a normal one of a guy seeing a sexily clothed girl. But now, even with a not so appealing outfit, he still thinks you're beautiful and hot.

You lift one brow when your best friend doesn't answer. Jungkook clears his throat and tries to gather his thoughts. He needs to focus on something other than you, otherwise he risks to cancel all his plans to fuck you against your washing machine.

"I wanted to ask you if you wanted to grab some food at PadThailand. It's been a while and I know you like it"

Your heart melts at the fact that Jungkook thought about you before ordering from one of your favorite restaurants. Your smile seems to illuminate the place, so much that your best friend wishes he had sunglasses. You nod with enthusiasm, spurring Jungkook to call the restaurant and book a table.

You've changed, for the third time of the day, into a simple jeans and long sleeves sailor top. You feel proud to match the area of PadThailand, the restaurant being close to one of the small ports of Busan. Delicious scents of fresh cooked fish fill the air, putting you in the mood of eating. You could even change your usual order and try the lemongrass cod fish. You giggle with eagerness, you can't wait to have your stomach full of delicious food.

"You look like you're in a good mood" Jungkook notices, a few meters from the restaurant location

"Of course!" You reply, cheerful "I'm going to one of my favorite restaurants and I'm with my favorite person"

You don't realize how your words made Jungkook stop his track. You continue your way to the door while Jungkook is trying his best to hide his wide bunny grin.

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Friday night. The day of your 'date'.

You did make an effort on your outfit, opting for a cute black denim skirt and silver top. Actually, you were quite surprise when you stepped into the restaurant and discovered that your clothes matched Jungkook's. Your heart skipped a beat at the thought that people around you would mistake you two as a couple. However, the euphoria left soon as your eyes landed on your best friend's date: a gorgeous girl named Minji. It took you everything you have to smile at her and lie while saying 'nice to meet you'.

Thankfully, the awkward silence that was getting set at your table disappears with Jimin's arrival. You can't deny that the brown haired man is handsome. Honestly, if you weren't so head over heels for Jungkook, you could kill to kiss Jimin's pulp lips. You also like the white light cotton t-shirt with longs sleeves Jimin chose to wear: the thin fabric gives a peak of his dark inked patterns. Do you have a tattoo kink? Well, it's definitely Jungkook's fault.

After ordering some drinks and food, you are starting to think that the night is not a complete torture — despite the occasional kisses between Jungkook and Minji. The girl is actually very nice and tries her best to find common tastes between the two of you. It honestly would be way easier if she were a bitch... You can't even hate her!

Jimin, on the other hand, is funny and shares a lot of stories of his last holidays which were a rollercoaster of unpleasant events. You don't have to force yourself to laugh and genuinely find his company pleasant. Yet, you can't imagine having feelings for someone other than Jungkook. You love him like you've never loved before. He swipes away every competition without even trying. He is more handsome, funnier, nicer than anyone else. He knows you more than anyone and he knows how to help you before you can even say you need him. It's like he can read in your mind, what a shame he can't see in your heart that it's full of him...

However, Jungkook begins to regret having set a date for you. Yes, he is Minji's date but it's just an attempt to stop thinking of you. Actually, he thought that if you were with Jimin, it would help him putting an end at his stupid crush. But the dragger in his heart when you smile at Jimin is a clear reminder that it's not just a silly crush... Jimin is having everything Jungkook wants to have with you. He wants to take you at the restaurant, as a date, just the two of you. He genuinely had more fun at PadThailand with you the other day — when he could pretend it was a real date, even if it was just in his head — than now with Minji. But he thinks you'll refuse if he asks you out, you have never acted like Jungkook could be something other than your best friend.

"Hey, Y/N" Minji starts with a cheerfulness that you can imagine innate in her "You said you love reading. You should follow this Wattpad account"

She hands you her phone and you stop breathing when your very username appears on the screen. Your whole body freezes and your blood is redirected in your legs to run away.

"The author is so good! Her writing is amazing" Minji continues

The compliments would please you in other circumstances but right now, it's the worst thing ever.

"And fun fact, the character of JK makes me think of you" She adds as a killer shot for you when she turns to address Jungkook

You feel so ashamed that you just keep your head down, the phone giving you a great excuse for it. You wish you could just curl up and die. Oh my god, what if Jungkook reads it? What if he knows it's about him? He will definitely know JK is supposed to be him! And he will fucking know how you dream about him fucking you in all kind of lustful fantasies! He'll think you're sick and deranged, there is no other way. He'll think you are obsessed with him and will cut all ties with you. Your throat is so tight that you can't even breath properly. You need to escape, far and fast.

You wait ten minutes not to sound suspicious and then fake an emergency, lying that you have received a text from one of your friends. Jimin, so kind by nature, offers you to drop you off but you refuse, even though you do appreciate the gesture. You basically run away and yell a taxi to head home as fast as possible.

Panic takes control of your body, making you shake and breath heavily. You walk back and forth in your bedroom as you wonder how you are going to get rid off this troubled situation. You definitely can't delete your Wattpad account now, it'd look way too suspicious. The only thing that soothe you is that Jungkook doesn't like reading so he won't look at your — erotic — stories. Right?

Why did you have to write those? You are so stupid, fantasizing on your best friend and making the whole world know! You should have kept your sexual dreams in your bed, rather than crystalizing them on white pages.

Your hands cover your burning cheeks before going to the bathroom and splashing some cold water on your face as a ridiculous attempt to wake up from this nightmare.

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Two weeks have passed since the double-date. Jungkook and you have hanged out like nothing happened — actually for Jungkook nothing happened. However, even though you really wanted to hide from him out of embarrassment, you couldn't without presenting yourself as the culprit of these stories. Your best friend was his usual self and he didn't even talk about your Wattpad account, which slowly relieved you. Like you said, Jungkook doesn't like reading, he won't do it so you can live your life without thinking about it anymore. You did stop writing though and you felt sad when you've read comments of people missing you and waiting for the next chapter.

What you don't know is that Minji has insisted so much, arguing that the main male lead of your story was just like Jungkook, that your best friend took on himself to browse through your Wattpad account. And he read everything. At first, he was quite amused at the resemblance: more than the JK name, the fictional character has black hair and tattoos just like him. The sex scenes were intense but still a little too soft for Jungkook who likes it real rough — but it's not like you can know it. But then, Jungkook grew suspicious, some scenes being very familiar to him. Like the one of the two main characters going to the beach but can't to swim because they forgot their swimsuits. Or the one when they were cooking together and JK seasoned the meal the narrator took hours to cook with sugar instead of salt. Another example was an argument between the two characters over the film they should watch at the theatre. Jungkook clearly remembered a very similar scene with you that ended up just like the book: him buying his own ticket for Fast&Furious and you throwing your popcorn on him.

A — absolutely ridiculous and impossible — thought came to his mind: were you the author? That couldn't be. You were his best friend, and you've never seemed to be interested in him — despite his endeavours he might add. But then, how could the scenes in this book be so much like the ones you two'd shared? And then, a crazier thought lighted up in his brain: are all the sex scenes you have written one of your desires? Would you like him to fuck you, to finger you, to lick you? Thinking about your pretty face torn by pleasure made him hard in his pants. He went though the hot scenes for a second time, trying to acknowledge what you like. As insane as it might seem, if Jungkook has the chance to, he'll fuck you and he wants to be prepared. Well, that's if you are indeed the author of the book. Which is such a foolish idea that he can't allow himself to grow too excited because the odds are not in Jungkook's favors.

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You are heading to Jungkook's place after receiving a text from him. He asked you if you wanted to watch a movie and you accepted. However, when you enter his apartment — you also have a spare key of your best friend's door —, the usual bowl of popcorn is no where to be seen. Jungkook has a ravishing look with his grey sweatpants and black oversized t-shirt. It's just his common look but it's so good on him.

"Hi" You greet him with a hug "You don't have any popcorn?"

"No, but maybe I have some underbaked cookies that we could eat with ice cream" He replies

You just freeze. Those underbaked cookies with ice cream are something you've written in your story. Did Jungkook read it? It's a catastrophe. You have to act like it's nothing, like you don't know what he means but god, you're such a shitty actress and your best friend knows you better than anyone else.

"Why would I want underbaked cookies?" You ask but your tone is so unsure that it only betrays you

"I don't know" Jungkook starts "Maybe because I'll get to eat you out to be fully satisfied"

Oh god. He. Did. Read. Everything. You wish the ground opened underneath your feet to swallow you whole. You throat is too dry to reply anything and your burning cheeks are screaming 'I'm the author! I'm guilty your Honor!'. You want to run away but you can't, your body refuses to move and you just keep looking down. You are so ashamed that your eyes get watery. Jungkook must hate you to have sexualized him like you did. Worse, you published this sexualized version of your best friend on the Internet and thousand of people have read it.

"Why did you write those stories?" Jungkook asks you

His tone is not harsh but not sweet either. It's just a little softer than neutral and it hurts in your heart.

"I don't know" You whisper with a shaky voice

"Don't lie to me, Y/N" Jungkook cups your face with his hands to force you to look into his so beautiful doe eyes "Tell me, I'm just trying to understand"

You are destabilized not to see any anger or disgust on your best friend's face. You thought he could be furious but he is not. He really seems curious to know. But that would mean you'd have to confess your feelings and you're not ready to hurt.

"It's just things that came to my mind" You half-lie

"So it doesn't mean anything?"

Your mouth opens in surprise at your best friend's question. Or more precisely at his tone. It's like he is hoping for it to mean something. You're taken aback. It's really not the reaction you expected. You remove his hand from your face so you can try to think again. You're lost in all the overwhelming emotions you're experiencing.

"I-" You start but nothing follows

You don't know what to say. Especially when Jungkook is looking at you with such an intense yet loving eye. Like he wants you. All of you. Your mind, your heart and your body. And you'll be happy to give them to him actually.

"Do you love me, Y/N?"

Once again, your eyes widen. You shouldn't be this surprised, it is just a logical question to ask after your interaction. You want to tell him but you're scared. Jungkook is perfect. He is the most handsome man but it's nothing compared to his personality. He is sweet and caring. He is hard-working and never gives up. He is supportive and always willing to help his friends. He is so perfect. Too perfect for you. You have nothing to offer him, he could find someone better just by snapping his fingers. But your best friend stops all those negative and destroying thoughts when he speaks again.

"You don't have to tell me" Jungkook says with a deep voice you've never heard before "I won't either. But I will show you"

With those last, enigmatic words, he cups your face with his tattooed hand. A immediate feeling of warmth rises upon the area he is touching. His thumb caresses your cheek, so delicately that you could think Jungkook is afraid to break you, but it soon drifts away to land on your bottom lip. The thinner and pinkish skin is soft underneath the pad of his finger and he can't wait any longer: he needs to feel the softness with his own mouth.

He kisses you and god, what a perfect kiss. The best one ever. His pulp lips feel like silk. The pressure is the right one: deep enough to draw butterflies in your stomach but not too much to completely overpower you. Jungkook wants to give you the opportunity to stop the kiss if you want to. But you surely don't want to. Quite the opposite: you want more.

Your hands go up to hide in his black hair to keep him close. It's the sign Jungkook waited to deepen the kiss. His hands are now on your back, pressing you closer against his strong body. Everything is just right. You seem to know each other's body like your own. Jungkook said he was going to show you he loved you and he does. The kiss is passionate but so loving at the same time. You have the feeling to fall in love with him all over again.

Without breaking the kiss, he leads you to his bedroom, which is easy since you know well his apartment. Jungkook takes off your shirt and he looks at your breasts long enough for you to grow embarrassed. But then he whispers to himself 'so perfect' and you don't feel unsure anymore. The way Jungkook looks at you makes you feel like the most beautiful woman alive. To be fair, you are for him.

Jungkook cups your tits still covered by your bra and leans down to hide his face in the valley of your boobs. God, he loves them so much. You moan when he starts to kiss the available skin. But it's not enough, for any of you. Your hand sneaks behind your back to undo your bra and finally free your breasts. Jungkook doesn't waste time and grabs one boob before squeezing it in his large and warm palm. His mouth works on your other nipple, licking, sucking and even deliciously biting it.

He invites you to lean on his bed and you're happy to do it. Jungkook grabs the hem of your pants and slides them down with your panties. Your pussy is already glistening with arousal and it's driving him crazy. He can't even control himself when he step closer to eat you out. His tongue is fast and precise on your clit and you can't help the moans from escaping your lips. Your head is thrown back and your fists are clenched around the sheets. Your cunt is soaked by your horniness and Jungkook's saliva, creating a real mess between your legs.

"More" You groan

Jungkook smirks while he enters your tight pussy with two fingers. The stretch is so fucking good that you whimper. His pace doesn't show any mercy but you fucking love it. Maybe it's Jungkook's skills or maybe it's your strong feelings for him but your orgasm is close. Your legs start shaking and you rest them on your best friend's shoulders.

"Your pussy is so good" He says against your wet clit "You've dreamt about that, uh? You little minx"

Your head is spinning because of your horniness. You feel like drowning into pleasure and Jungkook's expert fingers hitting your g-sport repeatedly are pushing you over the edge. Your back arches and your toes curl while you're trying to control your orgasm. It's too good, you don't want Jungkook to stop just now. But then, he talks again:

"I've read how you wanted me to eat your pretty pussy. You're a little slut for me, isn't that right?"

His dirty mouth — both words and acts — makes you cum on his face and fingers. Jungkook's digits are squeezed tightly by your walls and he pushes your limits by pushing on your sweet spot harder. It cuts your breathe and you feel your orgasm lasting and lasting until you can't take the overstimulation anymore. Your legs try to close but they are stopped by Jungkook's head and your hands tug on his hair.

"I'll fuck you good"

Jungkook's promise lights up your body once again. You settle down from your high just in time to watch his strip show. His pecs and abs are so perfect. You wish you could lick them but your body is still in the fog of your orgasm so you just can lift your hand to caress him like you've dreamt of so many time. His skin is warm and soft but his muscles are hard right under. Jungkook closes his eyes to enjoy your touch. He's imagined it many times before you and your delicate fingers on him are delightful. His hard cock twitches in his pants when your hand reaches the hem of his sweatpants. The bulge is clearly visible and your mouth waters.

You push the pieces of fabric down to free is big cock. Oh god, it's bigger than you thought. Some pre-cum is leaking from his tip and you use it to jerk him off. Jungkook growls out of delight and your hand works fast on his length. The sight of your small hand around his cock is fucking hot but Jungkook wants to fuck you. You two will have a lot of time in the future to experience other things.

"I want to fuck you" Jungkook says but it's also a consent question

As much as he wants to, he won't if you tell him no.

"I want it too, Kook"

Your best friend walks to his nightstand after getting off of his pants and underwear. He grabs a condom that he quickly puts on and joins you on the bed. You're gorgeous, all naked, in his bed. Lust is written on your face and he still can't believe you're looking at him. He wants to worship you and he will, but right now, he will fuck you like there is no tomorrow.

You open your legs wider for Jungkook to take place between them. He grabs his hard cock and slides the tip up and down on your folds. Your back arches.

"Please, Kook, I want you" Your whipped voice is driving him crazy

He enters slowly, not wishing to hurt you. The way his dick is stretching you out is insane. Jungkook is big but it's fucking good. He fills you so well. When he sees you relaxing, he starts to move back and forth. Your soaked pussy helps him to enter you without any difficulty. His hands cup your face to kiss you. Your moans are swallowed by Jungkook's mouth and your hands grabs his wrists when he pounds you at a faster pace. Soon, your tits are bouncing with rhythm and your groans get louder.

The grab on your jaws tightens and Jungkook rests his forehead on yours. He fucks you passionately. You wrap your legs around his waist to deepen the poundings. The slight change of angle places his dick directly to your g-spot.

"Here!" You scream and clench around him

"Your pussy is so tight but you still want to be fucked rough" Jungkook smirks "You told everyone but me. I'm so disappointed, baby"

His dick strokes are harsher and deeper, kicking the air of your lungs every time. The sound your clapping skins create is loud and sinful. You're close again and Jungkook can feel it.

"You're sure you don't want to tell me that you love me?" He asks with heavy breathe "Because I'll fuck you better if you do"

It's enough for you. Your walls are squeezing him impossibly tight. Jungkook almost winces but the fucked expression on your face is so worth it.

"I love you, Kook!" You scream when you cum hard on his cock, your vison blurred by the tears of pleasure and love filing your eyes

The euphoric state provoked by your orgasm and your feelings make you loose your mind. You kiss him but a salty taste mixes in your kiss. When Jungkook wipes the corners of your eyes, you realize you're crying. You don't even know why.

"I love you too" Jungkook whispers

A few more hard poundings are provided and Jungkook cums in the condom. You're both panting and Jungkook is almost crushing you but you don't care. His face is hidden in the crook of your neck, kissing your skin tenderly. You hug him tightly when you finally realize that your best friend loves you too.

Your cry shakes your body and Jungkook lifts up his head and his heart squeezes when he sees you.

"Hey, don't cry, baby"

He kisses every single inch of your face: your lips, your cheeks, your nose, your forehead and even your eyes to make your tears disappear.

Jungkook pulls out of you and takes off his condom. He quickly comes back to hug you tight. You truly appreciate how gentle he is. He has always been but now, with the love in his eyes, it's even better. Your whole body feels full of love. You know it's the right moment to share all the things you've kept to yourself for years.

"My head and my heart are full of you" You say "I'm drowning in the ocean of the love I feel for you. I love so much that it hurts, Kook"

"Your words feel so good" Jungkook replies with watery eyes, gently patting your hair "I can't describe as good as you my feelings but one thing I can say is that I love you. I love you, Y/N, and I'll never be tired of telling you or showing you how much I do"

You cry like a baby, undoubtedly the result of your post-sex tiredness and the tsunami of emotions Jungkook's confession provokes. It's the first time tears provoked by your best friend are welcomed.

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"So, what's next?" Jungkook asks the next day during breakfast

Just as the last time you've spent the night at his place, he woke up with a morning wood. Except that, this time, you made love. It was different from yesterday but as good. Maybe even better because you weren't in the over-everything that your love confessions provoked. You took your time, you kissed and kissed again while caressing and feeling each other.

"Maybe I'll need some inspiration for the next date scenes" You tease him

Jungkook giggles while scrunching his cute nose. He knows you so well and yet, this part of you, your writer part, was completely unknown until a few days ago. He also knows that your book is just an excuse to take you on a date. Honestly, he doesn't have to make any excuse to ask you on a date. He wants to do it. He has been wanting for years and now, you're his girlfriend.

"You're sure you don't need inspiration for your sex scenes?" He asks playfully

You smile and scoot closer to wrap your arms around his neck.

"I could use some help" You whisper before kissing him 

#bts smut #bts fanfic #bts jungkook #bts #jjk x reader #jjk #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts one shot #one shot #bts f2l

[shu-glue]

devilspawn!

alhaitham x gn!reader

wherein Alhaitham, despite being deeply and irrevocably in love with you, thinks it's rather immature to be picking fights with a child whose age hasn't even reached double digits yet. until he meets said child himself. notes: gn!reader, written in lowercase, reader is implied to be the traveler but can be read otherwise, alhaitham is whipped for reader, reader hates timmie so if you adore the kid i'm very sorry, two curse words (reader says ass and alhaitham mentally says little shit)

alhaitham loves you a lot. he really does. he rarely ever says the three magic words, and for the most part, it's fine on your end because he expresses his deep affection for you through his actions.

sometimes, he'll say 'i love you' through quiet but powerful hugs after he comes home from a long, grueling day in the Akademiya. other times, he'll whisper 'i love you' as he hands you a small trinket or even a book you've mentioned in passing, one he bought just earlier when he saw said item in a stall while on an assignment. he'll call you 'beloved' through massaging your shoulders after training, and he'll tell you how much he adores you through the many times you spent basking in each other's presence in comfortable silence.

he'll walk with you to the ends of the Teyvat if it means staying by your side, however…

"love," alhaitham shakes his head, "you're a… fully grown adult. the one you want to 'crush under the heavy hand that is loss', is a child. my love, a child."

now, alhaitham is no stranger to the game that is TCG, Genius Invocation, the Card Game. the only times he, kaveh, tighnari, and cyno will meet up are when they're all free, fancying a drink, and cyno wants to try out another new card he has recently obtained.

in all honesty, your partner couldn't for the life of him understand the hype about this card game. he was by no means an amateur - he has won enough games to be considered an official TCG player, despite only borrowing decks from kaveh, and he is the only one able to actually last more than 5 rounds against cyno in a single session at lambad's.

he knows how to play, he just does not see the need to play so obsessively, nor blow off money for special cards he'll only use in a few given instances of his life (if he even utters this line of thought out loud around cyno, he'll have a spear stuck on his back for the rest of the day).

however, you - his lover, his partner, the only person reserved for the ring in his pocket - love TCG, and as the loving boyfriend he is, he tries to keep his opinion of the game to himself; he'd rather have a giant spear in his back than see you sad and pouting as you shuffle through your beloved deck of cards. he should know, he's made the mistake once and it took him a couple of padisarah pudding servings to cheer you up.

alhaitham loves you, and if you like this card game, he will certainly make sure you're happy every duel or match you do. he just can't wrap his head around why you're setting off to the bridge that leads to the entrance of mondstadt city, deadset on making a something years old child cry from defeat.

"alhaitham, baby, you don't understand," you argued, "that child is my mortal enemy, my lifetime arch-nemesis, and a pain in my ass."

"yes, darling, but consider: you have many more potential TCG friends who would make better rivals than some random kid." alhaitham rubs his forehead, completely exasperated if it weren't for the adorable way you're marching ahead in front of him like a goofy soldier going into war.

you only spin around just at the mouth of the bridge, your hands on your hips as you stare up at alhaitham with a pout on your face and a raised eyebrow. "you think i'm being irrational, aren't you?"

alhaitham raises an eyebrow back as he continues walking. "not necessarily, my love, however - "

there's something about being hit in the face with multiple fluttering wings and feathers unexpectedly, that can render even the most stoic of men like alhaitham utterly lost and speechless. is it the pure shock? the pain of not really fluffy appendages hitting their face? well, it's when the haze of birds - pigeons? - finally clear, alhaitham is greeted by the displeased and outright sour expression of the one he can only assume to be timmie, your 'sworn enemy'.

"what are you doing?!" said boy screeched. "you scared my pigeons away!"

alhaitham could only blink owlishly at the dirty blond haired boy, looking around to see a bunch of pigeons flying away, leaving a trail of feathers in their wake. granted, despite all the horror stories you told him about timmie, alhaitham's rational enough to be patient with timmie.

"i'm sorry, but I don't think I have control over that, kid." alhaitham tilts his head down to look at timmie. "if you feed your pigeons in the middle of the road, especially a bridge with exactly two exit and entry points, your pigeons will surely—"

"no, my mama always said that if you're a person with a pure heart, the animals won't be afraid of you." timmie turned his nose up and stuck his tongue out at alhaitham. "that's why my pigeons like me, and not you, you meanie!"

alhaitham had to reel himself back to take in the ridiculous logic, the gears in his head turning to come up with an explanation. "no," he shakes his head as if it's hurting, "birds and all animals for that matter don't know the concept of morality, thus they have no sense of right and wrong as humans do. the only reason the pigeons run away from others and stay with you is because you're feeding them, creating a dependent relationshi—"

"blah blah, why should i listen to an old man with graying hair?"

said (old) man with gray(ing) hair visibly reels back, flabbergasted. he's not so much offended as he is shocked at timmie's attitude. he wanted to say 'no, he's not old', 'his gray hair is a natural phenomenon because of genetics', and, 'listen here you little shit'.

"see?" you commented from the sideline, arms crossed. "devilspawn."

"ARGH!" timmie shouts, pointing an accusing finger at you. "you again?! stop scaring my pigeons away!"

"i keep telling you, there's nothing i can do about that!" you shout back, bickering with the small child as if you were about to lunge at him.

alhaitham looks back and forth between the two of you, mentally wondering if he was dating and courting someone of the immature type (doesn't mind it solely, because it's you). when he moves to calm you down so the both of you can finally head into mondstadt city to look for marjorie, timmie says:

"maybe my pigeons don't like you because you look like an ugly cow!"

oh boy. no good. no, no good, alhaitham won't tolerate that.

alhaitham loves you a lot. he really does. he rarely ever says the three magic words, and for the most part, it's fine on your end because he expresses his deep affection for you through his actions.

and if it means making a little boy cry at a simple card game to protect your dignity, then so be it.

"beloved. if you would so kindly let me borrow your cards."

"wha—?"

"beloved."

this is just a silly drabble i thought of a lot of days ago and no, it's not proofread AHAHA. i have been so inactive lately and i apologize for that, school has been hectic and i was busy with college applications to boot. but now, i'm about to graduate so i should have some free time before i finally taste the college life ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ if y'all saw this post but with no tags you did not

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #al haitham x reader #alhaitham x reader #al haitham imagines #alhaitham imagins #shu writes

[drowningfishy]

Boyfriend!Chuuya SFW Hcs

Warnings : g/n reader, not proofread | dazai ver , ranpo ver , sigma ver

Boyfriend!Chuuya is type of boyfriend who’d be really protective of you.

Boyfriend!Chuuya who asks you for your opinions in hats. Like, if he’s about to buy a hat, he’d definitely ask you which one suits him better and if you praise him, he'd be the happiest man in the world.

- "Honey, is this one better? Or should I wear this one instead?" He asked, trying on some hats. - "You look perfect in both of them, love, but I think the first one would be better." You answered, pointing at the first hat. - Then, he quickly ran to the cashier and bought that one and since that day, he always uses that hat.

Boyfriend!Chuuya is more affectionate when in private. He doesn’t like to do affectionate stuff in public. Because if he sees others doing that in public, he gets uncomfortable.

Boyfriend!Chuuya would hold your hand everywhere you two go, despite disliking pda. He just wants to hold a part of you every single time, okay?

Boyfriend!Chuuya would definitely miss you when he goes on missions. He expects you to call him, if you don't he will.

Boyfriend!Chuuya would keep the relationship a secret, scared someone will take advantage of it.

Boyfriend!Chuuya definitely gets teased by Dazai when he knows about the relationship.

Boyfriend!Chuuya is the type of boyfriend who is really grateful you’re standing beside him even though you guys are just walking in an alley or something.

Boyfriend!Chuuya is scared of the possibility that you would leave him one day.. (please don’t)

Boyfriend!Chuuya needs you to make sure that you love him almost every single day.

- "Y/n" Chuuya randomly said, "do you love me?" His face was serious, he wasn't joking around. - "Of course," you answered shortly. - "Really? You're not lying?" There was a hint of worry in his voice. - "Really. I'm not lying, I love you and only you." After hearing those words, Chuuya sighed in relief and smiled to himself.

Boyfriend!Chuuya is definitely clingy but is scared you might hate it. He’s pretty insecure but is good at hiding it.

Boyfriend!Chuuya who quickly hugs you after going back from missions.

Boyfriend!Chuuya who definitely would text you when he’s going on missions, meetings, anything. He doesn’t care. People might see him as someone who doesn’t focus in meetings, the truth is he just misses you so bad.

Boyfriend!Chuuya who spoils you. Being a mafioso, he’s got a lot of money in his pocket and he won’t hesitate to use it for you.

Boyfriend!Chuuya who’s love language is probably receiving gifts, but you’re the one who’s receiving. Ask for anything, and I mean ANYTHING to him, and he’ll definitely get it for you asap.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd chuuya nakahara #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #chuuya fluff #chuuya hcs #im so sorry for posting this really late

[ecstacy-appleofmyeye]

jason grace headcanons<3 (some x reader too)

a/n: my boy needs more love 🥺 also i haven't read all the books (im lazy) so if i miss something important that's why. also, reader is intended as male but i'll use they/them or you/yours pronouns

general hcs;

i don't think he's as macho/buff as some ppl make him out to be.

he is strong, obviously, but im sure as hell that he isn't 80% muscle . he's lean—skinny but muscular—and tall, very tall(193 cm, 6'4''—in canon) with lots of scars all over.

hates going to the doctor and getting stitches.

with all the fights and quests he's been im sure he made lots of visits to the infirmary and hated equally every single one.

he's scared of roaches, especially the ones that can fly (tbh who isnt afraid of them)

hugs ppl when he's excited (i think it's canon too? i may be wrong). he'll have to restrain himself from choking the air out of his friends and you. but he's respectful if someone doesn't like touching.

his glasses break at least once a month. he's not clumsy, but sometimes he forgets and fights with them. usually they just fall amd someone accidentally steps on them.

he loses them a lot too for some reason??? he'll just leave them on his nightstand to sleep and the next morning they're gone. where did they go? who knows

kinda afraid of nyx kids. they don't get along very well but he's trying to be friendly.

isn't afraid to fight someone if they insult his friends.

i saw a hc that roman demigods don't have dyslexia (cuz they use english to read, instead of greek) BUT they have dyscalculia instead 'cause of roman numerals.

and it makes sense. tbh i always thought of jason as more of an english type rather than maths.

neatest handwriting ever.

he has selective mutism. it stems from his anxiety and trauma from when he was under lupa's care—and extreme training. he also has migraines, thanks to lupa—again—and her anxiety-inducing training.

it wasn't uncommon for him to have panic attacks and have trouble talking—like the words couldn't get out of his throat—during his first quests. he was all alone too, so that didn't help at all.

i think reyna would be the first person he consulted for help.

after chb and camp jupiter united he would spend more time with hypnos kids, since their relaxing aura helped ease his mind.

very clingy in his sleep

he and thalia shared a small wolf plushy when they were younger.

whenever she visits camp and he happens to there they usually go to the lake and listen to thalia's music (i hc that music lovers have adapted and started using mp3s to listen to music).

he eats everything. he was a picky eater when he was younger but he grew out of it and eats pretty much anything that isn't molding. if it's not something disgusting (human flesh, scat, these things) then he'll probably eat it.

he's not photogenic at all 😭

dude is literally so handsome but you can't take a good picture of him to save your lives.

he's ticklish on his palms and elbow. aND HIS WRISTS!! someone will try and grab him by the wrist and he'd start giggling.

he Never shouts or yells. for any reason. jason always tries to talk calmly. he doesn't like it when he's being yelled at, and definitely feels bad if he does it to someone.

he doesn't like conflict. some times he'll just agree with anything just so he doesn't start a fight.

he's pretty awkward at the start of your friendships, but when he opens up more he's very talkative.

if you are the type of person that like to share your food, he always eats some of it. he can't say no to food.

he might look like he doesn't gaf about anything but it's just his resting bitch face.

he also doesn't express his emotions a lot but he's trying to get better at that.

romantic hcs;

cuddler!!!! he loves cuddles!!! my boy craves physical intimacy (intimacy in general but anyway)

his favourite position is either him laying on top of you (or the opposite) while you play with his hair.

not that romantic most of the time ex. bringing flowers and chocolates or stargazing/going to a cafe/going out in general for a date. but he can be sappy some times.

i think he'd probably prefer for him and you to sit in a room together and they do something without necessary talking to eachother (literally my idea of fun)

he will make you food tho.

not an amazing cook but he's trying his best <3

also not that big on pda. he'll be cuddly in private but never in public. hand-holding is as far as he'll go.

at first he's insecure because, what if he messed up their relationship? what if he upset his s/o? he needs lots of reassurance.

like. he grew up in a world where everyone expected him to be the perfect leader that saves and helps everyone anytime, doing the oh-so-noble-thing of selflessly sacrificing himself for others. he was forced to grow as jason grace, the son of jupiter but never just jason (there are other posts here that describe what im saying better

ahrm anyway

his perfectionism makes him second guess if he's doing anything wrong, he always tries to be perfect for his partner :(

they need to remind him that he's perfect just the way he is. he doesn't need to change himself for anyone, that they love him for being him <3

his love language is quality time. being a praetor means that he needs to sacrifice his personal and private time for his duties. at first it was alright, but now that he has a partner he values any time he gets to spend away from his job with them.

loves it if his partner's love language is words of affirmation.

im imagining them cuddled in his bed, both ready to fall asleep any second and his partner murmuring how much they love and appreciate him while playing with his hair.

he'll literally melt in their embrace. he needs someone to remind him that his mistakes are human.

jason definitely likes sparring with his s/o. sometimes he likes a more intense spar, other times he likes it so he can spend time with them.

he's so sweet and respectful and nice and understanding if you don't like physical touch.

he was raised by wolves so im 100% sure that he bites (take that however you will).

likes it when before you kiss him, you gently caress with your thumb the scar on his lip, kissing it first and then you kiss his lips.

🦋🦋🦋🦋

the butterflies in his stomach are going around in circles.

your affection in general makes him feel dizzy. like, gods, he loves you so much and you're being so sweet he'll faint.

overall he's an amazing boyfriend <33 he'll always be there for you but you also need to be there for him

#the-tower's-archive #jason grace #jason grace x reader #male reader #gn reader #jason grace x male reader #jason grace x gn reader

[random-twst-things]

Question - of all the characters, who: doesn't know twst isn't a dating sim, knows it's not but aims for it anyway, knows and suffers, and doesn't know - just vibing? Feel free to add more categories

Oooh! That's an interesting concept. I had to think about this for a while bc I wanted this to be the most accurate I could make it. And I'm SO sorry this took so long, I got busy with school and first semester tests I'm so sorry 😭

Contains: Tiny(very tiny) bit of possessiveness(Malleus) angst(?)(idia, jamil, azul, cater, sebek) most certainly some spelling mistakes here and there (English is not my first language I'm srry 😭)

Doesn't know twst isn't a dating sim:

Riddle: Did you really think Riddle would even know what a dating sim is? Absolutely not, especially not with the way he grew up. He has no idea why he loves you (he does, he's just in denial) he's so shy trying to pursue you, he has this act he tries (tires) to put up but it's so easy to see the effect you have on him. He's not as strict on you about the rules as he is the rest, he seems to have developed a soft.

Trey: (I'm so sorry, I don't know much about the guy 😭) Gentleman. That's its. Ty for coming to my TED talk. Okay, but srsly, hear me out on this; He's a whole gentleman when he has a crush. He definitely uses his great baking skills to his advantage with you. He definitely sees how others look and act around you, I mean, who wouldn't when it comes to you. Wanna learn how to bake? He'll gladly teach you and take this as a chance to get to know you even more.

Ace(1): I honestly don't think he'd know twst isn't a dating sim. He's mosy definitely smug about being close to you, after all he is your best friend, right? Bro thinks he has rizz but he's just a fumbling mess when he tries it just makes him look clumsy (sorry ace)

Deuce: he's so sweet. He's glad he's one of your best friends and get to be close to you without worry. Part of his delinquent side does come out a little when it comes to you, it's not directed to you! Not at all! More like directed towards those who did you wrong and didn't even try to say sorry. Don't worry, he won't do anything to reckless! He still wants to be an honor student after all. He's gonna do his very best for his mom and you.

Ruggie: oui, he's hard to tell on what category. He likes you. He likes how you are. It never bothered him one bit that your home was semi broken. God, the things he would think and want to say to you (He's romantic like that yall), but he's too shy to actually say (yall he's making me blush eeeee)

Kalim: he's too busy hanging out and being happy with you he doesn't even notice. All he knows is that he loves you and wishes to show you the world (see what I did there? Eh? Eeeh?) He's not at all shy about the compliments he gives you, he's really creative with them, tho. Invites you to every single one of his parties and makes you take home as much food as you want.

Epel: He's going for you most definitely, even with all these people. He does his very best to look strong and manly in front of you, that it's cute. He doesn't really mind if you call him cute or pretty, if that's what you like, but he's still gonna act (only a little) like he hates it, but he never tells you to stop.

Floyd(1): Two words; good luck. This guy will not try to hide his favoritism with you. He will not hide his desire to steal you or keep you from the rest. His very (very) open about it, too. It doesn't even matter if he knew twst wasn't a dating sim. He's still gonna be the same. You don't mind his (bone crushing) hugs? He's allowed to squish you? ....you shouldn't have said that bc now every time he sees you he squeezes you so tight he cracks your sore muscles like those chiropractors on TikTok.

Jade: hmmmm (good luck, again) He's a gentleman, but in an offsetting way, yk? He's the silent one. The type to smile when provoked and just bc, it's hard to tell the difference but its there. He's a watcher. He knows almost all of your special interests (Don't ask how he knows that). Putting the creepy aura behind, he's a nice guy (?) He'll most definitely rant about his mushrooms to you. You don't mind? You like hearing about his mushrooms? Oh my.... good luck

Malleus(?): I feel like he does, but doesn't at the same time? I don't think he knows what a dating sim is, but he notices the way the others act and look at you. He notices the way things seem... different. But he isn't one to back down when something precious to him is to be taken away from him. He is a dragon, after all. (Not that he'd let that happen to begin with, you'll love him dearly in the end....won't you?) Talks to you about his gargoyles, all the different facts. You dont mind the long talks about it? Youre asking to know more?? Oh great sevens....

Silver: (AWWWWW) he's so sweet. He tries so hard to show he likes you but in such a subtle way that it's hard to catch on it even notice. He's a gentleman at heart. He loves how understanding you are of his sudden sleepiness and tiredness and don't get angry at him for something he can't control as much as he'd love to. You wanna watch over him while he sleeps? Why? Oh, so nothing harms him when he's asleep? Oh dear... His heart is beating so fast he might not even be able to sleep now (he does anyways, but with tinted cheeks)

Knows it's not but aims for it anyway:

Leona: he's the type of guy to somehow always know something you don't expect him to know. Anyways. The dude could care less if the game wasn't designed to be a dating sim. He's still going for it in his own way. Unlike the past, this is something he can't give up on. you're something he can't give up on. But oh, is this man so so smug when he uses you as a pillow.

Vil: it's either Rook told him or he figured it out on his own before Rook told him. Even if twst wasn't meant to be a dating sim with love, he will turn zero into something like he's always done. He will by any means do his utmost and his best to pursue you all while being himself. He cherishes the moments you have alone when he's giving you advice on how to take care of your skin. The small and soft lingering touches when he teaches you how to apply moisturizer correctly.

Rook: Okay, he's bound to find out twst isn't a dating sim. He's a sharp guy. Even with the knowledge of knowing twst isn't a dating sim, it isn't going to stop him from pursuing you. He himself finds this situation funny with how many hearts you've captured even with twst not supposedly being capable of that. Oh? How did you know he was watching you? You could feel him? Oh dear trickster you sure do know how to pull his heart strings.

Floyd(2): Good luck once again. I couldn't decide whether he knew or not. But! Same situation regardless. Instead, tho, he's a bit more.... more him? He's gonna find this all so much more hilarious and funny.

Lilia: This cheeky old man most definitely knows. He's seen dating Sims and knows what they are. Just bc twst isn't designed to be a dating sim doesn't mean he can't aim for it. He's not at all shy when it comes to pursuing you. He's been alive for hundreds of years, what's there to be afraid of?

Knows and suffers:

Cater: (I'm so sorry, I had to 1.0) cay-cay gonna slay-slay, more like cry-cry. I feel like he's a "2nd male lead syndrome" type of guy, yk?? It's a bit hard to explain, but yeah. Anyways. 2nd male lead, we all know how that ends, don't we? (Hint: tears) He's cautious when it comes to love, hes scared of it at times. He does know he loves you but he's going to watch you being happy instead. He wishes you the best, truly! (he hates the little feeling in his chest when he says those words bc his words and actions say their happy for you, but the little feeling in his chest says otherwise)

Azul: he loves you, he really does, but would you? He knows he isn't the ideal guy. He knows he's done some shady things. And most of all, he knows (thinks) that with all these suitable people for you, he'd never be considered a choice. So he's content with just watching you from afar living a happy life. Every time you enter the lounge he finds himself between wanting to hide away or catering to your every need but he knows that if he gets any closer to you it'll just hurt more in the future.

Jamil: He's a smart guy, he knows. He also knows that he doesn't stand a chance with all these suitors going after you. A prince, an heir, a model/actor, knights, etc. He'd like to think he did stand a chance, but standing next to them, he can't help but let his insecurities get the better of him. But, oh... when you offer to help him with his chores he can't help but think that maybe... Just maybe there's a chance.

Idia: he most definitely knows, I mean, look at the way they all look at you!! He knows and suffers with the thought that he'd never stand a chance. You're being pursued by all these SSR characters!!! Surely you'd never pick someone like him when you could do so much better. He'd stuff himself in his room even more (if that's even possible) He'd avoid you even with his tablet. Every time he rejects the offer when you invite him to play video games he hates himself even more. Stop giving him false hope... Please

Sebek: (I'm so sorry 2.0) Malleus. That's why. His master, he can't seem to accept that his master would aim for a human like you, but he's hurt. He doesn't know why he feels that way. He doesn't understand why his chest hurts when he sees malleus and you interacting in such a way. (He'll begin to understand after a while, WHILE) once he realizes why it hurt, he is distraught. He won't show it, but you can see the subtle changes in his composure every now and then. He knows he has to let you go. He feels as if he has lost you. Lost something that wasn't even his to begin with and never would have been.

Doesn't know and/or just vibes:

Crowley: Dudes clueless

Grimm: he's just confused as to why everyone is after his henchmen. He doesn't know what a dating sim is either.

Ace(2): he's having the time of his life seeing you struggle with all this. He has absolutely no idea why so many are after you, but he's just gonna watch as they all struggle. (He knows why they are after you, after all his best friend in kinda cool, but he'd never admit to that) also has a laugh with watching riddle try (don't tell riddle he said that tho)

Ruggie(2): another that's gonna have the time of his life with this. Laughing like the hyena he is, watching the struggle (especially Leona's struggle 💀)

Jack: He's just vibing. This whole situation is a mess, really. He watches out for you most of the time just in case. (*caugh* floyd *cough*) He's a bit worried for you ngl so he wants to teach you self defense just in case, if you already know how to handle yourself thats great! (*cough* floyd *cough)

Bonus

He does know and tries to be supportive

Ortho: he knows. His brother told him in his ramblings, and he noticed that idia is thinking smth negative. He tries to encourage him in every possible way to just try, that is a chance, but nothing seems to work.

#malleus x reader #kalim x reader #ace x reader #deuce x reader #riddle x reader #ruggie x reader #epel x reader #floyd x reader #lilia x reader #rook x reader #leona x reader #vil x reader #idia x reader #jamil x reader #azul x reader #cater x reader #twst grim #trey x reader #sebek x reader #jade x reader #silver x reader #twst ortho #twst grimm #twst crowley

[iamasaddie]

try not to abuse your power

paring: bfd!Joel x f!Reader rating: explicit (18+ minors DNI) word count: 3,6k~ summary: Joel is a bad man. Absolutely terrible. But even he has his own moral. a/n: I'm sorry? but umm, yeah. a giant thank you to @covetyou for being a very thorough beta, and helping me out in the last moment <3 all the love and adoration to my beautiful wifey @bearsbeetsbeskar for destroying my self doubt <3 and the tightest hug and biggest kiss to @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog for being my little goose and giving me more love and comfort than my silly heart can take <3 warnings: no-outbreak; Joel's POV; implied infidelity; masturbation; angst; no use of y/n SERIES MASTERLIST MY MASTERLIST

Joel Miller was a terrible, terrible person. He came to terms with that a long time ago, but still, the lengths of his evil surprised him sometimes. It was one thing to fuck over a buddy of his to get a better portion of their shared business - that he could justify by being in greater need of money as a divorced single dad. Or blatantly lying about his power and connections using his intimidating form to get his son into a sweeter spot in the University - he'd do anything for his child, after all. But it was a new level of villainy to fuck his dear son’s girlfriend, and judging by the look on his kid's face whenever you were around, maybe even his future wife. 

What started off as a gentle appreciation of a person who seemed to make his child's life better soon turned out to be a sick obsession that not only occupied his brain during the day, but also followed him in his dreams.

He still remembered the first time he thought of you as something more than Jason's girl. He should’ve punched himself in the face that day and left the town, or made his son take you and leave, but the devil on his shoulders had other plans.

That fateful day you were coming back to your new southern home that you shared with his son after spending a week at your parents' house. Jason was supposed to meet you at the airport, but he had just gotten some calls back from a couple of places where he'd sent his resume, so he asked Joel to pick you up instead. You'd got along just fine and neither him nor Joel thought about it much when Joel agreed to help out his son. When he got a text from his son with all the details, he'd gotten in his truck, ignoring the spring in his step at the opportunity to see you. You were a nice girl, smart, funny, easy on the eye, of course he didn't mind spending time with you. 

The version of you he saw when you had gotten out of the airport gates was a new one. Your back hunched under a simple white long sleeve, and your shoulders uneven with the weight of the duffle bag on your right one. He saw you grip it tight, with every step the heavy-looking bag hit you on the knee clad in long jean shorts. Joel jumped out of his truck and shut his door a little harder than he would've normally done as he sprinted towards you.

"Mornin', sweetheart." He gave you a smile as he tried to take the bag off your shoulder.

"Mister Miller? What are you doing here?" Your grip was tight, as your red and puffy eyes showed surprise. He thought Jason warned you, but apparently he was too busy, or too forgetful, something he'd been a lot around you lately.

"Jason got a call for an interview, said it was something big. Asked me to pick you up so you didn't have to order a taxi." 

"Oh," your shoulders hunched more, and he hated seeing the sadness on your beautiful face.

"Will you let me take the bag, and drive you home?" He tugged on the strap and this time you let him have it. Joel threw it over his shoulder and led you to his car, his hand automatically finding a place on your lower back, but you didn't even react.

The drive home was quiet. He kept stealing glances at you, but it was like you didn't come off of that plane, your eyes stayed glued to the front window, blinking rarer than a human should. Joel was caught by surprise when he felt like his heart was squeezed violently, he hated seeing you like this. It was the first time and he already hated it. You were supposed to smile with the brightness of a thousand suns that came off you in waves whenever you entered a room. You were supposed to laugh, lower your head in embarrassment when you'd suddenly snort, which Joel had always found adorable. You were not supposed to sit here like all the happiness was drained from your life, with your eyes bloodshot and your face sunken. He fucking hated it.

"D'you wanna get somethin' to eat?" Joel looked straight ahead, you were almost home and he knew you were going to pass that donut place you liked so much. You and Jason always brought a box of twelve whenever you visited on Sundays.  He figured you liked them when you were the one to eat almost half of the box, licking your fingers afterwards when Jason wouldn't even touch one.

"Huh?" You looked at him for the first time during the trip and Joel looked back at you, your eyes lost.

"I asked if you wanna get something to eat. Maybe a donut?" You just shook your head, returning your gaze to the window and cracking Joel's heart a little bit more. "Okay, then."

He parked outside the place you rented and jogged around the car to help get you out. When you placed his hand in his, your palm was freezing against his skin. "You okay, darlin'?" He knew you weren't but he didn't think he had the right to pry. You just shrugged your shoulders and stretched your arm to take the bag from Joel. 

"I'll walk you, 'kay?"

"Okay."

He mentally patted himself on the shoulder for his decision to walk you to the door when he saw you twisting the handle of the door that didn't open. "You ain't got keys?" He raised his eyebrows, and instead of answering his question you began punching the door with the side of your fist, cursing out loud.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, why the fuck can't I just have a normal day?!"

Joel ran towards you, taking your fist into his and holding your shaking body to his. You started trembling, the curses became muffled as tears burst out of your eyes, wetting Joel's t-shirt. 

"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay. It's fine. I'll take you to my place, okay? And then Jason'll pick you up. Deal?"

You didn't answer and he stood holding you as you shook in the hall for another couple of minutes, before almost dragging you back to his car and driving you home.

The first thing he did when you entered his place was sit you on his couch and bring you a big cup of mint tea. He sat next to you and watched you sniff the cup, hugging the hot ceramic with your tiny fingers. You took a couple of sips before placing it on the coffee table, and shuffling back into the cushions. The tears started streaming down your face, and you didn't try to wipe them away, just letting the drops create wet patterns on your shirt. Almost reflexively, Joel pulled you into his embrace, hugging you tight to his chest like he could keep the breaking pieces of you together if he squeezed tight enough. Your tears turned into hiccups, but you didn't push him away. You didn't hug him back either.

"It's my mom." Your whisper in his chest was barely intelligible. 

"What about her?"

Joel didn't know a lot about your family. The only thing Jason said was that your relationship wasn't as great, but you still tried to visit your parents, called them once in a while, unwilling to shatter your bond. 

"Wanna share?" He rubbed your shoulder in a comforting movement, trying to hide the worry in his voice. "Sometimes it's good to pour everything out, y'know?"

You gently pushed away from his embrace and he let you, watching you pick the skin around your nails, full of doubt.

"She's not fucking happy, you know?" You head snapped, and you looked him straight in the eyes as everything that was boiling inside you finally started to spill out. "She never was. She just rolled with whatever the fuck happened, married dad, settled. She forgot about her dreams, just to be what? This? A housewife with an addiction to sleeping pills? A woman who's lonely even though she lives with a person who promised his life to her? She hates herself, she hates my dad, God, she even hates me. And it destroys her. If you'd only seen her... And... And I am becoming her, you know? Every day I look in the mirror, and I see her more and more. And I see the hate that's going to fill my future because I’m like her. I... I don't fucking take risks, I follow the stream, and I’m going to become a hateful, miserable old cunt who hates her own reflection." You took a deep breath.

"You're not..." Joel started a sentence he didn't know how to finish, but you didn't even let him.

"Oh, but I am. You don't know it, Joel. I don't remember the last time I was happy, and that scares the shit out of me." Your eyes were sad, no more anger, just plain exhaustion. Joel felt like he was breaking with you. "I am always pissed, and I don't even have a reason to be."

"And what do you want?"

"I don't fucking know, I'm just... lost."

He wanted to help you. Wanted to give you the comfort that you so deserved but he didn't know how. What was he supposed to do? Call Jason? Take you away from everybody and hide you in his room on another planet? Wait... Take you away? Where did that come from? 

Your tired eyes looked empty, as if life was drained of them, and Joel made an attempt to take your hand in his, hoping to give you at least a tiny bit of peace.

"Darlin', listen to me, you have to…-"

"Pops, did you meet - Ah, there’s my beautiful girlfriend!" The voice - and soon after the figure - of his son entered the living room, finding Joel and you sitting close on the couch, the energy filling the place obviously didn't match the one he brought with himself, but Jason seemed obtuse. He didn't even bat an eye when you took your hand from Joel's, leaving an empty cold space there. "I'm sorry that I couldn't pick you up, baby, but this interview was important, I think I actually nailed it."

You tried to put a smile on your face, and Joel noticed the struggle before you dropped it and just nodded. "It's okay, Jason, we should go home, I'm sure I've exhausted your dad enough."

"Oh no," Jason brought his right hand to his chest in a theatrical movement, and then kissed you on the head, whispering too loudly for the words to actually be meant as a secret. "He adores you, baby!"

Joel smiled and rubbed the back of his neck as you took Jason's hand and got up from the couch. 

"I'm just really tired from the road, I want to take a shower."

You dragged your feet towards Joel's hall and Jason followed you like a little excited dog. "Mhmmm, sounds exciting, can I join?"

Your head snapped back as you stopped in your tracks, and Joel felt his cheeks get hot as a momentary image of you relaxing in a bubble bath crossed his mind. 

"Jason, what the fuck, your dad is right here."

"What?" Jason shrugged his shoulders and looked at Joel over his shoulder, seeing his old man shaking his head. Then he jogged to where you stood and lightly slapped your ass, getting a deathly look from you. "He knows what two people in love do when they're alone. He did have sex with my mom, at least once."

"Ew."

You were already out of his vision when Joel whistled, and made himself present. "I heard that." He followed you both, catching up with you in the hall.

"Sorry, pops." Jason gave him a smile and turned to you. "I'll take your bag to the car, okay?"

You nodded and he grabbed the duffel bag and walked out as you started putting on your shoes. Joel stood above you as you tied your sneakers.

"Sorry, Joel, I shouldn't have…" You shook your head and looked him in the eyes. There wasn't a right thing to say after everything you'd unleashed on him. There was nothing you could say to convince him it was nothing. "I'm gonna be fine."

Your hug was weak and passing, but he pressed you closer to himself with his massive hands, leaning his head closer to your ear and whispering, so only you could hear.

"You are going to be fine, I promise."

You nodded, sniffling a little, and followed Jason to the car.

After that, Joel felt the animalistic urge to protect you. To make you his and hide you from all the misfortunes of the world. The beast inside him purred, forcing him to do something, to claim you, to make you his. But he knew that wasn't possible. Not in this world, not in this life. He was twice your age, and even if he wasn't, you were his son's girl. Sometimes, after the moment you shared, he saw you looking at him for a little bit longer, smiling at him a little bit warmer. It was bad. It was wrong. Joel knew that if he called, you'd come to him. You started feeling something, and that something was confusing you. Because that something was stronger and more exciting than what you'd felt for his son. A risk. Joel was old enough to know. He was also old enough to know that this couldn't happen. You couldn't fall for him, even if he wanted you to. So he suppressed his own feelings, channeling the complicated emotions into something he could deal with, into lust. If you saw him as creepy, or even hated him, you'd forget your little infatuation. Maybe you'd even leave Jason and go somewhere that makes you happy. God knows, you two weren't made for each other, no matter how much it hurt Joel on behalf of his son. Sure, you made a normal couple, a decent one, maybe you'd even be a mediocre family one day, but he hated that for you. He saw the fire in your eyes being extinguished the longer you stayed with Jason, and he knew that you fought more and more from the late night calls he got from his son. So maybe if he played the devil, he could help you. He just needed to find out how.

And then he did. 

He managed to do that, he managed to calm the beast inside him, and managed to please the devil. That night, when he met you in the club, he saw the opportunity and he took it, hating himself for the way it happened, but also reveling in the fact that he had you. And you had him. However twisted that was.

Joel drowned himself in alcohol. When he came back home that night, remembering the insults he whispered, all of them lies for the greater purpose. He wished he could fuck you on the silk sheets, praising you, worshipping your body, but it was not in the cards. Joel thought that was enough, that you'd either pack and leave that same night, or sometime after, but you came back to him.

You fucking came back.

You came back and you wanted him as if he planted the infectious seed inside you that pulled you to him. The more disgusting and cruel he was, the faster and stronger you came back. He hated that it pleased him. Joel hated himself, and he almost started hating you for the fact that you were perfect. Perfect for him. Your soul, your body, your needs and wants were designed to keep him satisfied, to keep him obsessed with you forever. It had to stop, of course it did, and it would, but maybe he could have just one more taste. Maybe he could have you once more before turning you completely against him. The hurt in your eyes when he admitted he was good for nothing still haunted him.

A few days after you came to him, he found himself in his bed with his right hand gripping his cock in a choking embrace, the thumb of his left hand awkwardly hitting replay on a three minute video over and over again. It was already painful to stave off his orgasm, that has been impending for a while now, but he knew that as long as his hand continued torturously, slowly sliding up and down his angry red cock, he had a viable reason to still be watching your pussy sloppily swallowing his cock. Listen to your tiny whimpers as he asked you filthy questions. See the perfect slopes of your ass bouncing with his every thrust.

Fuck, you looked sinfully good on a normal day, but impaled on his cock you were out of this world. 

Joel adjusted his pace to the thrusts on the screen in his hand. His hand moved up and down the thick length of his cock and it would've been enough on any other day, but when he first dove in your pussy he knew he was fucked. The gentle yet tight hug of your wet cunt twisted the chemicals in his brain. He hoped once would be enough, oh fuck how wrong he was. He was ready to commit atrocities just to slide in your scorching heat again, and again, and again, until his fucking dick fell off. 

‘Should we send him a little wanking present?’

'No, Daddy, please’ 

'No, Daddy, please’ 

'No, Daddy, please’ 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, good fucking girl, such a good fucking girl," his motions became faster, thick thumb sliding over his weeping head with every second pump. Joel felt his chest get tighter and his balls draw impossibly tight, alerting him of a much-awaited orgasm. 

Thrust - thrust - thrust. Pump - pump - pump. He felt the phantom squeeze of your cunt around his cock, accentuated by his own fierce movements. His whole body shuddered as the orgasm claimed him, thick ropes of cum covering his greying happy trail, spare drops almost hitting his nipples as he heavily exhaled. 

Joel's chest rose and fell as he tried to gather himself, eyes still staring at the ending shot of his cock buried deep inside you. He was more than fucked, but he couldn't find the strength in his wasted body to care. He reached for a tissue on his bedside table and wiped away the sinful remnants of his wicked desire. He had to have you again, you just had to come to him first.

He was falling in and out of sleep when a loud bang on the front door thundered through his house. He jumped out of the bed embarrassingly quickly, his knees cracking as he practically sprinted down the stairs. Something warm and exciting stirred in his chest, who else if not you could come over in the middle of the night? You were becoming his little owl. He adjusted his cock in his boxers, starting to get stiff at the thought of him having you again. Not caring that he was almost naked, and that his pillow left creases on his already wrinkly face, Joel swung the front door open, his heart dropping immediately.

"She left."

Jason walked past him, his hair even more messed up than Joel's bed head. The strands were sticking out in different directions, a few capillaries in his eyes bursted, his face pale, almost dead in the moonlight. Joel closed the door and turned the lights in the hall on. His son kept pacing in small circles, left hand gripping a piece of paper.

"What are you talking about, son? Who left?"

He shouldn't have asked the question he already knew the answer to. 

"Just left a note, saying sorry or some other bullshit, packed her stuff and left. And I wasn't even there." His voice was shaking, but eyes stayed dry. Joel came closer and put a hand on Jason's shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

"I'm sorry, son." And he was. He loved his son dearly, and it broke his father's heart to see his boy hurting like this. But he also saw the bigger picture, and he knew that the wounds would eventually heal, the whole situation becoming a bad memory, a shitty break up with a girl from the past.

"What am I going to do now?" Joel was glad to be there for his son, he'll put him back together the only way a father like him could. He'll stifle the guilt burning in his chest after seeing the broken face of his boy by the twice amount of love and care he'd give him.

"Let's go, I'll pour us a drink."

As Joel laid on the bed still covered in the sheets you'd ruined mere days ago, he felt an embarrassing relief combined with a weird sense of pride for you washing over him. His son was sleeping on his couch downstairs, and you... You took your life in your hands, you had finally decided to take the risk and left them all behind. His chest hurt a little, but he brushed it off, surely he wasn't disappointed. Surely he wasn't heartbroken. He should just lay off the burgers, and he really needed to start watching his cholesterol. Joel's lips twitched in a smile, as he tried to smell the remnants of you on his pillow. 

"Good girl."

#joel miller x reader #iamasaddie fic #joel miller #joel miller x you #bfd!joel #lost in the dark

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I Came for You {J.W.}

Pairing: John Wick X Reader

Word count: 2.4 K

Summary: John broke up with you, and now, evil men are using you as bait to get him. They say he still loves you, that he will come... But you don't think so.

{John Wick Masterlist}

{Keanu Reeves Masterlist}

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You tried to tell them. Over and over again you tried to tell them.

The man they're seeking doesn't love you anymore. He won't come. Not for you.

But they won't listen. It doesn't matter what you say.

One of the men, the tallest of the three, hits you again, with the back of his hand, and you fall to the cold floor from your kneeling position.

“Stop it.” A younger man in the back says. He's the scared one. Or the only one who let it show, his hands cupped together, moving, folding, and unfolding. “The more we hurt her, the more–”

“John and I aren't together anymore.” You cry again, cutting him off, a hand on your cheek. Many tears are soaking your face, dry and new. And more keep coming. “He broke up with me a year ago. He won't come!”

Around six hours ago, you were walking back home when a van came. You tried to run because you knew. You just knew it had something to do with John because there was no other way a bunch of men so well dressed, with a black van would want you. But you tried to run, moved by instinct.

But, an hour later, you were locked here, in this dark, humid room.

And every hour John doesn't come for you, they come to beat you up. Or cut you. The promise is that they will let you go once John is dead.

And that promise made you question your feelings again.

In a matter of seconds, your brain shot you through a long trip. Memories of the only man you truly loved. Madly. And as much as you tried to forget him in the past year since he broke up with you for whatever reasons, you still love him.

At that moment, every kiss, every hug, every day you spent with him came back, in full power. The day he told you about his past. The day he said he loved you. The day you said it back. The day he promised he'd never, ever let you go.

He may have lied.

But you didn't.

The love you once felt for him didn't vanish at all. And is this love, as crazy as it feels, that makes you pray that he doesn't come.

John may be the Baba Yaga, but it doesn't change the fear that takes over at the thought of him being in the slightest danger.

So this is where you are now. Hoping the man you love, who doesn't love you anymore, won't show up, won't put himself in danger for you.

Love is a funny thing, so hard to understand.

“Oh, but he will.” The man says, crouching down to look at you. There's hate in his eyes, and it makes you shiver. “Hour after hour, I'll come, pretty girl.” He takes your chin in his hand, squeezing your jaw painfully. “Hour after hour, I'll take hurt his pretty girl, and hour after hour, the word will get to him of how much I'm hurting you. And he will come, right into my trap.”

More tears come, and you taste blood in your mouth. “John doesn't love me. We're not together, he won't come.” You try again, hoping they'd let you go. Anything you can tell yourself to try to avoid the idea that you'll most likely die here. Alone. “We haven't spoken ever since he ended things.”

With a scoff, another punch comes, right on your cheek, and you're down again, on the floor. “C'mon, boys. Let's give it another hour.” The man stands up, and you see them moving out through the curtain on your hair.

“She's a tough girl. She will last many hours. Days, even.” Another one says.

“If she doesn't come to save her, he will come to avenge her. Either way, he will come.” The first one answers and the metal door is closed.

The clicking sounds on the lock make you sigh, still on the floor. And there's where you remain because there's nowhere to go. No bed, no mattress. Not even a sheet to protect your body from the cold. The room, with white tiles on the floor and light, dirty blue walls don't have one single piece of furniture.

It feels like a coffin.

Pushing yourself to the wall, groaning, you manage to sit up. You smell like sweat, tears, and blood. But mostly blood. Your body is covered in bruises, quick to form after the constant assault. The skin broke in some spots on your legs and arms as you tried your best to protect your torso. But since you couldn't do much for your back, it also has some bleeding spots. And there's a sharp pain in your ribs if you inhale more than just a little.

And your face... Your lip is bleeding again, your skull is taken by a terrible headache. Cheeks probably purple too, and swollen eyes from the crying.

The crying that comes back when you struggle to hug your legs to your chest, sobs shaking your body.

“Don't come.” You murmur into the darkness. “Don't come, John.” He deserves better. He deserves another life, another chance. After his past, after the loss of his wife. Even if not with you, John deserves to be happy. Safe. “Don't come.”

Repeating the words, you lie back down, slowly, moaning in pain. Maybe you'll die if you sleep. Or maybe not, because your body is trying too hard to stay alive.

One way or another, they'll come back soon enough.

And the torture will begin again.

•••

You're not sure for how long you were out. Ten minutes? Half an hour?

But when you hear footsteps, you know it was another hour. And so it'll happen again.

You start hyperventilating, your broken body pleading for a break. Covering your face with both hands, you start crying again, all your senses overcome with fear, terror, pain...

“No!” You yell the moment a hand touches your shoulder, the scream makes your throat burn, and the attempt on moving away from the aggressor makes pain swallow you completely. “No! No, no, no!”

“(Y/N)!” The voice, raised above your own, sends a wave through your body. Something warm, soft, familiar. But yet, you don't move, eyes on the floor in front of the man's shoes, hair covering your face, shallow breaths barely enough to satisfy your lungs. “It's me.” He says, and this time, you start crying for a different reason.

Your voice comes low this time, barely audible. “J-John...” You call, raising your eyes slowly.

“Yes, sweetheart.” He says, sadness, and desolation in his voice. “I came for you.”

When you see him, his face half-lit by the yellowish light coming from outside, you're overcome by such a sensation of safety, seeing the only man who could take you from this place and take you home safe and sound... That you're body just gives up, and you sink into darkness.

•••

Even in your dreams, dark and painful, you know you won't be hurt again.

When you wake up, your eyes slowly open, and you take in a familiar smell. The smell of the softener John uses on his sheets.

You're at his place.

“John!” You cry, out loud, but your voice is but a whisper, throat dry, burning under the effort of trying to speak.

An old woman comes out of nowhere, in a white lab coat. She quickly leaves, and you stay there, crying, in numbness that can only be explained by some kind of painkiller, administrated through an IV.

Fast footsteps and then him, coming through the door, rushing to you. The man that you have loved too much. The man that you still love. The man that saved you. “John.” It rolls out your lips, as the tears roll down your cheeks.

“Shh. I'm here, my love. Don't speak, please.” He says, and, in his eyes, as he sits very carefully on the bed, you can only find love. The same look, the same intensity, the same caring stare, watching over you. So you don't question it, you don't doubt it. John still loves you, because you've learned to read the mystery of John Wick. Jardani Jovonovich, lies like an open book before you. “You're hurt. Badly.”

“I wanna shower.” You mutter, knowing you're disgusting. Blood, sweat, and tears. And the memory it all brings. “Please.”

He sighs because he knows you so well. He can either help or you'll just find a way to do it yourself. “Slowly.” He takes the IV off, putting something to stop the bleeding. Then, he picks you up, so carefully, as if you're made of glass.

Stripping before John is something new. You both decided to wait until marriage, but in your state, you don't give it much thought. John means safety, security, and comfort. All the good things. John is home.

Once the clothes are cut open to give the doctor woman access to clean and cover your wounds, John opens the warm water to fill the tub, the precise temperature you love. He then starts washing you, letting the water with blood down the drain before filling the tub again, until both you and the water are clean. Then you both stay there, you in the tub, and John seated on the floor next to it, in silence. Until you decide to break it.

“John, why–”

“I'm so sorry.” He cuts you off, and you feel his eyes on you as you look down at the small ripples of water you create with a hand. “It's my fault. That... That was why I broke up with you. Because I was scared something like this would happen. But if I was with you, I could've protected you better. They wouldn't dare to take you. I... I heard from a weak link in their army that they only got you because you weren't under my... Protection anymore. They were only hoping my affection for you would be enough to make me go save you.”

You listen, silently, breathing slowly. The reason doesn't matter. The pain is still clear, but what happened is in the past. Everything you want to do now is healing. “And do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Do you still have any affection for me? More than to just save me?” You have to ask. You have to hear it from him, to be sure, to know where to put your heart.

John sighs, and after long, several seconds, you conclude he won't answer. And it's okay because you won't push him into it. Never. But then... He looks at you, straight into your eyes. “I don't...” He starts, but his voice fades, and you can see it in his expression as he tries to fix up his thoughts, but then in order. That's how much you know John. “I've never been in a relationship since Helen, and I... I thought I was out back then, but you know what happened after... And I'm scared it'll happen again...”

“Don't you think I know the risk?” You mutter, a tear rolling down. “I do. But the thing is, if we were together, they wouldn't have taken me. Because they were scared of you. And the truth is that you were protecting me before, and not putting me in danger. I'm not saying this so we can get back together, just saying the facts.”

“And do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Have any affection for me?”

Chuckling, you roll your eyes, making pain shoot through your skull. “Yes, dumbass. I was back there, praying you wouldn't come to save me because I was so scared they could hurt you... And don't even get me started on you being the ‘Baba Yaga’. You get a scratch and I'm already freaking out.” For some reason, John giggles. “What's so funny?”

“You must be feeling better. You're already running your mouth.”

“Oh, shut it.” Crossing your arms, you look away from him. “You'll have to look after me until I'm healed. And I don't care if we're together or not, I'm your responsibility until the doctor says I'm not.”

At that, John nods, stands up, and leaves.

It makes your heart sink. Why the hell did you say that? “John, I... I didn't mean it, ok?” You did, of course, you did. Nobody would take care of you better than John. But you don't want to force him into it. “I can go to the hospital. Or have a nurse with me at home.” No answer. “John?”

It takes two minutes for him to come back to the bathroom. “Did you call me?”

“Yes, I did. What do you have there?”

John sits back down. Not really sit, just gets on one knee near the tub. “I bought this four months after we started dating because I was so sure... And... I didn't want to do this while you're naked, covered in wounds in my tub and I certainly didn't ever plan on breaking up with you and that was the biggest mistake of my life so...” John shows you a black, square box, already open. Inside, there's a ring, a diamond with little pink stones, three of them, on each side. Pink sapphires, you know. Because he knows they're your favorites.

“John...”

“(Y/N)... I'm a simple man. All I ever wanted was a normal, simple life. And for some reason, God above decided to bless me with a second chance when I found you. So, I'd be the happiest man alive if you give me the honor of being my wife.”

You're frozen, sobbing, eyes locked on him. You're nodding, because it takes a while for you to find your voice again, and then, all pain is forgotten. “Yes, Jardani.” Finally, you mutter, a hand covering your mouth. “A trillion times, yes.” Throwing your arms around his neck, you bite back a groan when the pain insists on reminding you of your broken body.

“I love you, sweetheart.” He says in your ear, and you melt against him, knowing you'll be safe now. Happy, with the man you love.

When you pull away, John slides the ring on your finger, placing a kiss on your hand. “I'll never let you go. I'll never let you get hurt again. I'll do everything I can to make you the happiest woman on Earth. I promise, my love.”

“Well, I promise you the same things... Even though I have zero fighting skills but how to break someone's nose.” You both giggle, and you look at the ring and then back at him. And that's when you find John sliding a second ring, just like yours but without the stones, on his finger.

“Now...” Carefully, he picks you up, carrying back to the bedroom and pacing you gently on the bed. He wraps the towel around your body, always a respectful gentleman. “I'll nurse you back to health and while I do so, we can start planning the wedding.”

Biting your lip to hold back a smile that escapes, you nod. “I like the idea, love.”

#john wick imagine #imagine john wick #john wick x y/n #john wick x reader #john wick x you #john wick fanfiction

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hiii! so i just started a new job a couple weeks ago and its super physically demanding. when i get home my entire body hurts and since i currently have no money until i get paid i cant really eat on my lunch breaks (i also dont have anything i can bring from home). so i was just wondering if i could request headcanons of reboot jason with an s/o in this situation and how he might take care of them? (or if he would even care lol!)

Jason with Overworked! Reader

Reboot! Jason Voorhees x Reader

A/N: I'm sorry to hear how taxing your new job is. I hope you'll find some rest and stability soon!

Jason has never had anyone to take care of before

But even then, he knows that what you're going through is painful

The way you practically drag yourself through the door

The pained smile you put on to try and convince him you're okay

The tense muscles he can feel when he hugs you

He absolutely hates it

He wishes you two could switch roles for a while

He'd happily take on the work if it meant you got some time to just sleep in and rest

But of course, this isn't possible

However, Jason would be damned if he just sat back and let this continue on

You came home like you do every day, dragging your feet and craving the simple moment when you could finally just sit for a bit

But when you walked through the door, you were met by the strong arms of Jason

He immediately led you towards the bathroom, not giving you any time to ask what was going on

And once you were there, you could feel your breath stop

The bathtub was filled with steaming water and fresh flower petals

There were a couple wax candles decorating the small table beside it

The room smelled of roses, and you could already feel your knees going weak at the sight

Without a single word, Jason was already helping you out of your dirty work clothes and leading you into the tub

The moment you were in, you could feel yourself literally melt

Jason sat beside you outside the tub, grabbing a cup to start pouring the warm water over your head

You were in that tub until the water went cold, relishing in everything Jason was doing

He helped wash your hair and your back

He used his rough hands to work out the knots in your shoulders and neck

And he just sat with you, listening to you talk about the day

And once you were done with your bath, he led you over to the kitchen

The small fridge that once was empty now had several containers inside

One was of your favorite meal for the night

And the rest were prepped for you to take to work

When you looked at Jason absolutely astounded, he just shrugged

You had no idea how he ever got this food, but it didn't even matter

Your eyes were already tearing up as you practically flung yourself at Jason

He knows how hard you have been working for this, and he wanted to show you just how proud he is of you

You definitely slept more peacefully that night than you had in ages

#jason voorhes x reader #jason voorhees headcanons #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees #friday the 13th #friday the thirteenth #slasher imagines #slasher fandom #slashers preference #slashers x reader #slasher preference #slashers headcanon #slashers

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Headcanons for all da Bumblebee x reader headcanons separately (like tfa, tfp, bay, 2018, rotb, rid, g1, Earthspark, cyberverse, rescue bots. How they each would be in a relationship and all that please ((So sorry I didn’t specify before pal 😅🥲))

Ok I hope I got this right😂. And no worries, and let me know if I missed anything or if there is something more specific you want to get my thoughts on

So there are a few things I think all Bee's have in common and that's being kind and a great boyfriend. Optimus raised a gentleman (bot) that's for sure. He's very much the opposite of " Oh I hate my significant other', " My significant other is my ball and chain", etc.

G1 Bumblebee: Definitely a clumsy blushing mess (if robots can blush) around his crush before they get together. He may or may not have used the same line he'd given to Spike to ask Carly out. I feel like he would also be the kind to brag to everyone about his SO and how amazing they are. Seriously, he introduces them to everyone as his SO especially at the beginning. I can see him at the very beginning having to run tell EVERY SINGLE AUTOBOT THAT WILL LISTEN THAT HE IS NOW WITH THIS PERSON. Very sweet boyfriend, and if he isn't cuddling with them he always has to be touching his SO in some way. I.E hand holding, having them in his arms or on his shoulder. The kind of relationship that it can be years down the line and they never run out of things to talk about and still learning new things about each other

TFA Bumblebee: If you got together too close to them making a home in Detroit he would have gotten in trouble for either stealing or messing up some flowers because he either wanted to get something for you and he didn't know the concept of paying for things or he was trying to pick flowers for you and he didn't realize he couldn't just pick some out of a public garden. He can be a little 💩 sometimes like you would probably expect, but he's actually a very sweet boyfriend. Always doing things like when he sees his SO carrying or trying to carry something heavy he has to rush over and carrys it for them while saying something like " Don't worry, Your boyfriend is here to help". Basically any reason to call himself your boyfriend. When Wasp did the electronic paint job with their helmets it affected him more then he let on, and once the others went to bed he asked you to stay with him. He can handle you being gone for a few days but if you're gone for more than a few days he starts becoming very sad because he misses you and the other bots don't know how to handle it. When you get back he nearly crushes you in a tight hug and he will definitely run over anyone who tries to get in the way, and don't expect for him to let you out of his arms for several hours. The other bots adore your relationship and see that you are a good influence on him. I definitely get the vibe that he would be the kind of boyfriend to do something like this

I can see it being the kind of relationship where sometimes you don't even need to talk you can just be around each other in comfortable silence and enjoy each others company

TFP/ Rescue Bots/ RID/ Rescue Bots Academy (I'm combining because these are supposed to be the same bot): He is very sweet with his SO when they are alone but he is somewhat less comfortable with PDA. He's ok with holding hands and a few little things like that but for the most part he won't be the one instigating anything beyond hand holding ( though it also depends on who is around- if you're only around people you know well and are comfortable with he's much more open about PDA). It takes him a little while to get out of the habit of feeling like he has always be taking care of you and protecting you, you definitely make him see this is a partnership and he doesn't have to put everything on himself.

Cyberverse Bumblebee: He's probably not the kind to flirt BEFORE you get together but oh man. Once you do get together he flirts relentlessly, and with the cheesiest pick up lines. For example, if you trip or fall or something and he catches you he will without a doubt say something very cheesy like " I guess you really did fall for me."

Earthspark Bumblebee: I can see this going two ways. Either 1- he accidentally makes it seem like he hates you because it's noticeable to you that he avoids you and that you're the only one he seems to have a problem with. He's forced to admit his feelings when you confront him about his behavior. Or 2- he got close to you but didn't believe it could work between you two. He resigned himself to only being your friend until he couldn't take it anymore and he finally admitted it to you . (Everyone around you wanted you two to get together). An extremely loving boyfriend. He's not bothered at all by PDA, he'll give you a kiss, hug, hold your hand or whatever (SFW obviously) regardless of if anyone is around or not. Loves to call you pet names like; my love, sweetheart, baby (he uses a lot of pet names)

Bayverse Bumblebee: You two are so alike you can almost already tell what the other is thinking without needing to hear it. Seriously like some kind of weird mind meld/soulmate thing going on. Crosshairs once made the mistake of mocking you standing up for Bee when he was giving him a hard time, let's just say he now fears being on the receiving end of your wrath. You two have your own code for when a mission goes wrong, how bad, and where to meet after if you get separated. Also, this bots memory is very good. When you find Wheelie, he remembers what he did to Mikayla and he definitely threatened to blast him back to Cybertron if he ever tried that with you

ROTB/Knightverse Bumblebee: no surprise but he loves going to the drive in with you. Takes you to meet Charlie so that you two can be friends. He loves carrying you around in his arms because of the size difference between you two (he thinks you're so cute and small). He just wants to spend quality time with you whenever he can. Always running a finger through your hair and playing with your hair in some way it just fascinates him

#transformers #bumblebee #transformers bumblebee #autobots #decepticons #transformers original #optimus prime #bumblebee x reader #transformers earthspark #transformers bumblebee x reader #g1 bumblebee #tfa bumblebee #tfp bumblebee #rid bumblebee #rba bumblebee #RB Bumblebee #bayverse bumblebee #cyberverse bumblebee #rotb bumblebee #knightverse bumblebee #earthspark bumblebee #tfe bumblebee #maccadam

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄/𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬.

𝐖𝐂: 𝟖𝟑𝟕

𝐀𝐍: 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 <𝟑

Mornings when Steve had to work sucked.

With the two of you graduated high school and making enough money to get a crappy apartment on the edge of Hawkins, every night was a cuddle fest. By morning you and Steve had basically become one single person, entangled together like wires. His leg would be over top yours, your arm over his, and when you were cold you would wedge yourself between Steve's body and the mattress, using him as a human blanket.

Twice a week Steve would have to wake up early to get ready for his shift at Family Video. You hated those days. It meant your personal body pillow would leave your side. You'd have to make do with the actual pillows that were on the bed.

The harsh sound of the bedside alarm clock earned sleepy groans from both you and Steve. Your boyfriend was the first to shift from your entangled position.

"Nooo don't leave." you mumbled, wrapping your arms around his strong shoulders, the effort to restrain him made Steve chuckle.

"You know I have to." he answered, his voice hoarse and low. Sleepy Steve was goddamn sexy to listen to.

"Actually you have free will, so you don't have to." you countered, finally opening your eyes to view the picture perfect face beside you.

Steve sported a sleepy grin on his face as he admired your equally tired expression. "If you want to afford this crappy apartment then yeah, I have to." he concluded his statement by planting a soft and sweet kiss on your lips.

He had a point, this crappy apartment was a step towards saving up for an actual house. He needed every shift he could get. Your job at the local grocery store wasn't much of a money maker either, but it was enough to get by. That's all you two needed, to just get by.

"You set the alarm fifteen minutes earlier then you need to."

"And?" Steve hoisted himself out of bed and glanced back at you, curious to know what point you were trying to make.

Now that Steve was standing, your eyes gravitated to his bare chest. Although you had been basically molded against his shirtless body the entire night, seeing it in all its glory in front of you was a sight to behold.

"And that's fifteen minutes you could have spent still cuddling with me." you stated.

Steve huffed at your response and disappeared into the bathroom. You lazily plopped your head down on the nearest pillow while you listened to him begin his morning routine.

"I need time to style my hair and eat, ya know." your boyfriend appeared in the bathroom doorway, toothbrush handle poking out of the right side of his mouth as he spoke.

You rolled your eyes. "Throw in a little Farrah Fawcett and call it a day."

Steve retreated back into the bathroom, rinsing out his mouth before answering. "It takes time to perfect this iconic hair."

You audibly grumbled in return, hugging the pillow your head lay on and awaited Steve to come back out of the bathroom. When he did, he crossed the room to his dresser and picked out a fresh shirt. The heartthrob changed into a completely new outfit before checking himself in the mirror as he put the tacky green Family Video vest on.

The vest was the finishing touch, you knew he'd be on his way out the door in the next thirty seconds. Steve's eyes traveled to the left, making eye contact with yours through the reflection in the mirror. You jetted your lower lip out into an adorable but pathetic pout.

"You do this every time." Steve chuckles, turning around to face you.

"I want fifteen more minutes..." you give the best pathetic expression you could muster. It was Oscar worthy in your opinion.

Steve's face was an expressionless enigma. He stared at you with arms crossed over his chest as you dramatically rolled onto your back, trying hard to have just five more minutes with your boyfriend.

With eyes closed, you expected to hear Steve leave the room, but to your complete surprise, you felt the bed jolt violently as your boyfriend crashed onto it. The sudden jolt in the mattress made you laugh out loud and roll onto your side, Steve's strong arms wrapping around your waist as your chest is pressed to his. Steve eyed you as you giggled at him, satisfied that he gave into your pleading.

"Ten minutes, that's it." his voice was firm, demanding, sexy.

"Make it fifteen and we have a deal." you countered cheekily.

Steve's brows knitted together as he stared at you, you maintained a mischievous smile on your lips as you stared back at him. An almost animalistic groan left his mouth as he crashed his lips onto yours. The kiss was harsh but loving, Steve hated when he couldn't deny your requests, but he'd never say no.

After all, what's so bad about fifteen more minutes?

#steve harrington one shot #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington gif

[serxinns]

Yandere Mha x Scarlet witch Reader Part 2

Shout out to @lady-ashfade she helped me on the mount lady part (cause I didn't know her well)

Part 1

Part 3

Part 4

Hawks(Platonic)

I wanted to make a pt 2 cause why tf not and because I got more confident of doing the others hope ya like it!

•Hawks is more of a fun big brother and always hides Yandere's tendencies from you he doesn't let himself go too far or let you suspect his actions and would quickly reassure you

•he nicknames you scar for short for scarlet which

•Hawks is like a protective big brother he would secretly watch out for you at any time he can get and whenever he's out of petrol or is required to do missions he leaves a feather on ur clothes or in ur bagpsck so u won't notice

•Hawks is obsessive and protective at the same time he loves every single thing about you he loves to spoil you at any time he can get and when he does he always gifted you his merch heck one time he gifted you his own hoodie with his signature on it saying "Love you little gremlin 😘"

•Hawks loves his fans but he's not hesitate to call them out to protect you if his fangirls try to harm you or harass you. One time he saw one of his fangirls push you out of the way and say rude remarks while trying to reach him that made Hawks pissed as hell and the next day the fans were all arrested cause of some rumors he made up

•whenever you tried of your classmates and teachers gushing all over you fighting to get your attention hawks would always swoop down and grab you after school away from ur classmates and teachers while they all glared and cussed him out and takes you to a secret place nobody knows (it can be an arcade, a garden your choice!) and the both of you would have fun until he had to take you back

• The UA teachers hate him and he loves to teach him with it by hugging you kissing you on the forehead and swinging you around in his arm with a sly smirk on his face

Nezu (Platonic)

•Nezu Knew you were special even before when he saw how you beat those robots with ease and now you'll use ur powers to make them explode ur fighting techniques were very creative yet very reckless cause it did caused u to get hurt he got so worried

•Nezu is the type of principal who would call you in the middle of the class for an important meeting when it's just wanting to have a tea and chat

•Nezu is like a fun uncle he's less strict than the UA if you ever get detention or in trouble and have to go to the principal he'll try to comfort you and let you know that ur not in the wrong even if you are at times

He'll let you know that he'll always be there

•Nezu would do a background check on you to make sure you weren't hiding anything

(sorry idk nezu much)

All Might (Platonic)

•All might is a very worried grandpa whenever he sees you hurt he would immediately go to the nurses office and brings you our favorite snacks 1st he has to see izulu hurt now you!? Give this grandpa a break 😭

•All might would be so worried about you fighting or training so he'd ask Aizawa to lighten up the training for u or maybe he trains with you (Which it works kinda )

•whenever you're in the middle of class he would always barge in his big form just to see your cute shocked face

•Hes very clingy so clingy that mic and All might would have a war about it to see how much they know about you

•All Might and Midnight would team up with the rest of the teachers and adults so they can both spend time with you and share you

•All might LOVES to out little cards with praises with his merch on it (he does it to Midoirya too) saying "Good luck superstar!" or "Keep trying" you might seemed annoyed but deep inside it kinda cheered you up a bit

•He would try and secretly set you up with Midoriya like giving him advice about love and giving him the stuff to gift to you he would even be the third wheel to see if your hang-out was going ok

Fatgum (platonic)

•Fatgum LOVES to get you big bear hugs like ALOT of them whenever he sees you he runs up to you and hugs and spin around you

•Fatgum Loves to take you to uncle and niece's fun times he would take you to the carnival if it's around or those summer festivals but when it's not he takes to his and your fav restaurants

•This Dude is protective ASF whenever Fatgum can't be there with you he makes Kirkshima and Tamaki (Yes he's a Yandere too) to watch out for you just in case and promise to protect you

•Fatgum will also help Kirishima to get with you he loves seeing his intern student happy so he teaches Kiri about love and how things are "manly" he also teaches him how to be sneaky and not get caught with his yandere tendencies he teaches tamaki as well and wishes them good luck

•If anyone messes with you this dude will turn from a happy little goofy uncle to a serious threat he will suffocate that person until they turn purple and prob beat them up a bit and after that's done he, Kiri and tamaki would go comfort you

Mount Lady (Platonic)

•Mount lady LOVES to dress you up in the prettiest outfits and make sure you are comfortable with the outfits she chooses she also makes sure u choose as well and when u come out she will praise you like ur a famous fashion star on the runway

•She notices how class 1a and the teachers would always bother you and baby you and get mad (cause she wanna baby you too) so she would take you away with her giant size and walk away she loves seeing you in her big form you're so tiny and adorable!

•Mount lady would convince you to try to play and tease with your classmates you hesitated at 1st but you thought of how overbearing they are and now how clingy and overprotective they are so you agreed

•Mount Lady would teach you how to flirt, Tease and play with your classmate's hearts she would even give u fashion advice

•Mount Lady would go from a sweet gentle mother to a scary Feral mama bear if anyone touches you she wants to be the only one to touch, hug, and cuddle you

•Shes always despise the UA teachers trying to steal you away from her your her cub! And what kind of mama bear would she be if she let those lowlives mess with HER child?

•Mount Lady and Midnight are deadly enemies she hated hates Midnight would always cuddle you and call you Moonbean every time Midnight would get so close she suddenly appeared between the two of you and tried to distract you by getting you excited for ice cream and making you buy it while she has a little talk with midnight she also dislikes mic as well

"Go on little cub go get us ice cream while I deal with this pest~"

Next thing you know they're fighting while you excitedly wait for your favorite ice cream flavor

Should I add Yandere's big 3 if so should they be romantic or platonic?

#Yandere Ua #yandere bnha #bnha fluff #tw obsessive behavior #tw stalking #tw yandere #yandere Ua Teachers #scarlet witch #marvel

[dazed-nymphsss]

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪

┕━» stranger things holy trinity x gn!reader

❕warnings❕: drug use (weed), fluff, some sexual innuendos, comfort

a/n: been having a hard time recently so not only is this entirely self indulgent, but this is also for some other people having a bad time, so I hope I can help

『•• stranger things characters comforting you ••』

not proof read at all.

steve harrington

hot drinks, teakwood candles, grandpa sweaters, stars, and old film

steve has a radar for this sort of thing. he can pick up on emotions at the drop of a hat, so the moment he sees you, he knows something is up.

he'll start with just wrapping his arms around you, a simple gesture, but he'll hold you as long as you need. he'll hold you for hours, his gentle touch running through your hair.

if tears are rolling out of your eyes, he'll wipe each of them away gingerly, whispering small sweet things, "oh, honey," he'd say, voice sickeningly intoxicating, "no tears."

in true mama steve fashion, he would make you your favorite meal, along with some hot tea or some hot cocoa, whichever you prefer, and wrap you up in a nice cozy sweater.

he would search through his most treasured VHS tapes to find the perfect comfort film, turning it on and sitting down next to you on the couch.

eventually, sleep will find you, and when steve finally notices, he simply pulls the blanket over you more and gets more comfortable, soon joining you in sleep.

eddie munson

the smell of weed, colorful quilted blankets, fast food, and metal music

he would kiss every single one of your tears away

you would come to him in a wreck, and he would be frantic trying to figure out what was wrong, hating to see you in pain.

he would be quick to work you out of your clothes and stuff you in his own, dressing you carefully, placing kisses as he put the shirt over your head and pulled up the sweatpants over your hipbones.

much like steve, he would hold you until you felt alright, or at least until you felt comfortable enough to tell him what was wrong.

he would talk you through it. every step of the way. he would help and give advice or just sit and listen, if that's what you needed.

gentle words of affection and gentle touches

eddie is the kind of guy who offers you a cigarette or a joint to calm your nerves, whether you accept or decline he's 100% alright with him.

(doesn't mean he won't spark up himself)

would offer a scary movie and some food to help you through it, along with some music on standby if that's what you wanted.

would absolutely slow dance with you in the living room and just hold you, rubbing your back and telling you just how perfect you were to him.

billy hargrove

cigarettes, jean jackets, and the smell of leather seats

billy isn't one for comforting others, so he'd just think of what calmed him down, and that was late-night drives.

He would hug you and throw his jacket over your shoulders before giving you a kiss on the forehead and a sly smile, "wanna go for a ride?"

would drive you where ever you want, and if you didn't know, he would give some suggestions.

Music from the radio playing softly as the windows are rolled down, one hand holding yours and the other on the steering wheel.

When the car would stop you would talk for hours, working through everything to a point where you felt at least a little better getting things off your chest.

therapist billy is canon.

To anyone else, he would tell them to grow up and stop being such a pussy. But with you, he actually cared and wanted to see you happy.

if there was someone who was bothering you, he would most definitely make a plan to beat the shit out of them, and if it were a girl, he has many many friends who would do it for him.

(with your consent of course, if you didn't want to start a problem, he would respect your wishes... maybe.)

would possibly propose some... alternative comforting techniques that he would be more than up for.

I know, I know, this one is really short but I have something in the works, but let's hope I don't jinx it and just never finish writing it. Love you guys.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson comfort #eddie munson fluff #eddie x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #steve stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #billy hargove imagine #billy hargove smut #billy hargrove angst #billy hargrove x reader #comfort fic

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

can we get a mark heathcliff X reader, where the reader, cesar and Sarah (little Sarah) give him a surprise birthday party and he gets all emotional about it because not only did his best friend, his sister and his lover all go out of their way to do this for him, but also because hes never had a birthday party because he had only 1 friend in school because everyone thought he was too weird to hang out with 😭 (mark gets tons of hugs and kisses from the reader! because he's the birthday boy and deserves it<3)

I know I'm waaaaaay late but here's something short and sweet for the birthday boy!

..........

"""Surprise!!!!"""

Mark didn't expect anything out of the ordinary when he walked out into the kitchen this morning. To him, it was just another day off of school.

But to see you, Cesar, and Sarah greet him with a "Happy Birthday" banner and kazoos indeed surprised him, making him freeze on the spot.

For a moment, he seemed utterly confused...

Then it finally hit him.

Today was his birthday.

"Oh, wow..I...is this really all for me?" Approaching the table, he saw several giftboxes for him, alongside the cards with each of your names on the envelopes.

"Of course, man! Who else?" Cesar laughed as he patted his best friend on the back, grinning from ear-to-ear. "I know you're not big on parties, but [y/n] wanted to make this one extra special..you're finally 18! Feel any older yet?"

".........."

Sarah was a huge help in picking out the ribbons." You chimed in, ruffling the younger Heathcliff's hair, to which she smiled bashfully and nodded. "We did our best to be quiet, so...."

However, you trailed off when you noticed Mark's gaze seemed vacant. He kept staring at the table, apparently lost in thought, and you and Cesar exchanged concerned glances.

Suddenly a very small part of you feared this was all too overwhelming for your boyfriend.

He did have a rough day at school yesterday and went to bed upset, so maybe this wasn't the best time for a-

"Y-You all did this...for me?"

"We did Mark, I hope it's not too much." You stepped forward, but stopped as he turned to you, eyes watery with the biggest smile on his face. It made your heart melt. "Oh, sweetheart..are you okay?"

"I'm great, [y/n]. I just..." He began to sob, trying yet failing to hide his tears. "Nobody's ever gave a single shit about my birthday..b-but now I have you guys. I'm so lucky..I'm so blessed. Thank you."

Relieved that none of this stressed him out, you smiled back and cupped his face in your hands, wiping away the tears for him. "Awh, you're welcome." You kissed him on the forehead before hugging him, rubbing gentle circles into his back. "You deserve this more than anyone."

Truer words have never been spoken.

He deserved to have a decent birthday..to make up for all the ones he's missed or neglected.

Because back in school, Mark never got any acknowledgement...nor was he invited to any parties. Every year there's always the kids who made plans right in front of him, the classmates who said he was too "weird" to hang around and would rather partner with anybody else, and the teachers who gave him birthday wishes that were either too early or too late, never on time.

It sucked, and he had to get used to that lonely feeling even with Cesar trying to cheer him up. He started caring less and less about his birthday over the years...until he forgot that he literally turned 18 today.

When you first realized it was coming up fast, you believed it was a milestone worth celebrating!

So you wanted to make this day a little extra special, although you didn't think he'd get this emotional about it.

Poor Sarah was flabbergasted when her older brother started crying out of nowhere, thinking he was upset for some reason and hated the surprise, though Cesar reassured her that he was happy.

After he calmed down, he opened the presents (one of which didn't totally include a marketable plushie) and dug into a small cake his best friend bought for all of you to share for breakfast.

Of course, it was his favorite flavor.

As for the remainder of the day, well, he had no plans to go out. But you were okay with that, and he was too.

Rather, you just stayed home and cuddled on the couch together, where you continued giving him a lot of kisses. You had homework, unfortunately, but elected to ignore that for today, instead putting on a movie he casually mentioned wanting to watch. And you let him rest his head on your shoulder while you both stared at the screen, perfectly content.

Mark expected nothing from you...yet you gave him everything.

And he loved you for that.

#clanask #anonymous #tmc x reader #mandela catalogue x reader #mark heathcliff x reader #fluff

[moon-thething]

Father!Kevin x child/teen!reader

I am so sorry for this inconvenience, I totally forgot to enable the ask button. But I think it sould be enabled as of now

Now onto your ask. I would be delighted to write this :)

I decided that I'm going to make two headcanon board's. One where the reader is Skid and Pump's age, and one where the reader is the Hatzgangs age :)

Romantic or platonic?: Platonic/romantic

Readers gender: gender neutral

Type: Fluff

Hope you enjoy this!

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Skid and pumps age:

Kevin would be very protective of you to say the least

He would absolutely freak out if anything happened to you, even a little scratch would make him freak out and run around the house looking for a band-aid

"Dad! It's just a scratch!" Y/n whined s they watched their dad run around the house frantically

"But it can get infected and then your arm will fall of!" He yelled, grabbing the pack of band-aids as he rugged back to you and out one of your scratch

He let out a sigh of relief as he collapsed onto the floor in exhaustion as you just giggled and ran back out outside

Yeahhhh, you don't tell Kevin about small injuries half of the time

I feel like he would sneak out a little bag of candy when his shift is over and give them to you. He just likes to see your eyes light up every time he brings home candy

If you started to hang out with Skid and Pump, he would be devastated. I mean, he's glad you're making new friends but, Skid and Pump? Seriously?!

Although he does warm up to them eventually, he knows the dangerous things the two get into every single day.. well maybe not every day but they do get into dangerous situations often

Every time you come back home after hanging out with Skid and Pump he'd jump to you and check for any injuries

And of course every time you'd come back, there are none. Which of course makes Kevin reliefed, but still does not make him trust Skid and Pump

Anyway, when it comes to you getting bullied, you better believe he's gonna at least try and beat us the kid. But if course since he is an adult he doesn't have the ability to hurt a child

But he has the power to give the most disgusting candy to the kid when they come to the candy store. Yes, it may get him fired, but he's the only worker that actually takes extra hours, and to be honest, he's the only quote 'good employee' end quote

If you come to his workplace he will 100% py attention to you. Honestly, if someone tried to steal candy he wouldn't notice, unless you point it out that is

I bet on every Halloween he'll go out of his way to make you a costume. Oh, you'd like to be a ninja turtle? Boom, now you're one of them

To sum things up he is a really loving father, but he can be overprotective at times

Hatzgangs age

Now, when you're a teen he wouldn't worry that much about you. Yes he still worries when you get hurt but he isn't overreacting over a small paper cut. But he still treats your wound's

He wouldn't tell you to 'wak it off' when you get hurt, but he wouldn't run around the house screaming like a little girl trying to find the first aid kit

He would still steal small candies from the store for you, but not as often. But you still appreciate that he keeps the tradition, at least it's a tradition for the two of you

"I'm home!" Kevin yelled, his eyes half lidded as he closed the door behind him. Letting out a sigh of relief as a smile spread across his face seeing you enter the room

"Welcome home dad." You said, walking towards him as you gave him a hug, "I cleaned up the house a little. Since I know how much you hate seeing the house dirty." You smiled warmly towards him

He returned the smile as he rested a hand on your cheek and kissed the top of your head

"Thank you." He sighed, ruffling your har a little as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small plastic bag filled with candy, "I guess you deserved this." He chuckled s he put the bag in your hands

"Thanks dad, you're the best!" You yelled, hugging Kevin as you ran back into your room

When you start to hang out with the Hatzgang, he'll be a little worried but he knows you'll be able to protect yourself

He'd always laugh when he sees you wearing a hat around the house. But it's always lighthearted

If you got in trouble at school, no matter what, he's always on your side. Oh, you beat up a kid at school? You have to have a reason, since he knows you don't beat kids up out of the blue

He'll just be sitting in the principal's office with you as the principal talks crap about you. He always takes you out for ice cream afterwards, well if it isn't that big of a deal that is

He'll often see you at his store with the Hatzgang, and he loves that you slap Roy's hand every time he tries to steal something from the store. He also gives you a discount on candy so it's a win win situation

Like when you were little, he'd always go out of his way to make you a Halloween costume. And if you're an artsy kid he'd help you with any supplies you might need for your costume

If we're being honest, he'll be kind of sad if you didn't want to dress up for Halloween, like- at least put on a costume so that he can take a picture!

Anyway, caring dad that isn't as protective but still loves you to bits

#spooky month x reader #spooky month #added reader #child reader #teen reader #headcanons #sm kevin #sm skid and pump #hatzgang