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kakujis · 1 year

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first meeting! - tabito karasu;

synopsis: karasu thinks ur really cute, but what do u mean u know all his teammates and not him?

wc: 1k

warnings: fem!reader, karasu is a little jealous, like miniscule. not proofread.

a/n: well well well.. my first blue lock drabble and it's karasu?! not kunigami or oliver? eh? anyways, i couldn't get this out of my head! i'm a lil nervous, but i just wanted to humble him rq. i love him loads tho and umm, if this is ooc.. oops.

the first time you meet tabito karasu, he’s sitting in a cafe, sipping on a cup of coffee, watching his best friend flirt with another group of girls. he swivels his cup, staring as he swishes the remnants of his drink before he sets it down.

“there he goes again,” he mumbles, leaning on one hand, staring at the cafe patio. karasu won’t lie, he’s a little bored, but otoya can’t help himself whenever there’s a girl around, even more so when there’s a pack. he does think it’s a little funny to see them swarm him though, asking for autographs or pictures together, as he hears snippets of “i saw your match vs the u-20!”

he wonders how otoya does it, thinking about draining it would be if he had to pretend to be nice to girls he didn’t particularly care about. he’s brought back to earth by the sound of your voice, “more coffee?”

“sure,” he says, eyes still trained on the crowd outside. it’s mostly quiet besides the sound of coffee being poured into his cup.

“oh! its that guy,” you exclaim and karasu finally peels his eyes off of them to look up at you. he blinks, caught off guard for a second. oh.. you’re cute. “otoya eita. he played in the recent blue lock vs u-20 match, right?”

“oh, uh, yep,” he says, but his heart jumps in his chest when you make eye contact with him. he straightens up a little, thinking it’s lame, but for the first time he can’t come up with much to say.

“man, he was so cool! ah, the way he moved down the field was kinda dreamy.” you ramble, setting the kettle down on the table, “oh and um, yo hiori? he was pretty cool too. i don’t really follow soccer but my friends do. did you watch it?”

he waits for you to make a comment about him too, but he’s stumped as you continue to ramble about otoya and the rest of his teammates. the question you ask is the final slap in the face and he wants to be rude, wants to ask if you have eyes, like working eyes, but he bites his tongue. maybe you'll remember if he helps you.

“er, actually, i played in it,” he responds, a nice, easy going smile on his face, “i was pretty important too.” confidence blooms in his chest as he says it. clearly, you’ll remember now, evident by the way your eyes go wide and your mouth hangs open slightly. but that grin is wiped clear off his face when you respond:

“really?” you shrug, “i didn’t notice you.”

karasu can’t find any words to say, his brain short-circuiting partly due to the fact that he thinks you’re the cutest person he’s ever seen and second, that you can remember hiori of all people. he’s slack jawed, with his brow furrowed, as you tilt your head with an audible, “hmm,” as you think.

you shake your head, your fist coming into contact with your open palm, “nope. i’d definitely recognize rin itoshi and yoichi isagi.” you blink, lashes fluttery as you ask, “were you on the bench?”

“nope.”

“were you subbed in?”

“played the entire match.” he says, trying to give another smile, but it’s strained now and there’s a definite vein on his face.

“jersey number?”

“six.”

you shake your head once again, chirping, “nope! doesn’t ring a bell at all.”

in a final act of desperation, he’s about to give you his name, but your manager calls for you before he can. you politely excuse yourself, shouting, “coming!” before you’re grabbing the kettle and scurrying off.

otoya comes back within a few minutes, sitting down, before leaning back and going through his phone. he glances at karasu, who sits there for the second time today, slack jawed and staring; he can’t believe that actually just happened. otoya’s eyes trail over to where he’s looking, it’s you, taking orders and making drinks.

“she’s cute,” he says, “think she’ll give me her number?”

taken out of his trance, karasu grits his teeth, annoyed that that’s the first thing out of otoya’s mouth and, that yeah, you would give him your number.

“didn’t ya just get a ton, outside?” he spits and otoya nods. “so then why’d ya need hers?”

“because she’s a girl.” he replies and karasu sighs.

“whatever, lets get outta here.” he signals for the check and to his dismay and slight delight, it’s you who brings it over.

“hi,” otoya says as you set it down, taking his phone out. “can i have your number?”

karasu rolls his eyes as you giggle out a “sure!”, but the sound gets his heart fluttering. he tries his best not to see you in his peripheral, trying to block out the way you lean down closer to otoya. as he grabs the checkbook, a slip of paper falls out and figuring it’s his copy of the check, he slips it into his pocket. he doesn’t notice the way your mouth curls up a little wider when he does that.

when they’re finished paying, the two walk out, the bell on the door chiming, followed by your “thanks for coming!” otoya wastes no time sending you a text. “jackpot,” he says, before sending some texts to the girls he met earlier.

karasu ignores him, opting to stick his hands in his pockets, feeling the slip of paper. he pulls it out, opening it up, trying to find something of interest, before he stops mid-step. it wasn’t his copy of the check. instead its your number, alongside a note that reads:

hehe. i know who you are, tabito karasu. you played defensive midfield. i wasn’t planning on teasing you like that, but then i would’ve had to admit you were my favorite player that match. btw, your accent is very cute.♡

he glances back at the cafe he was just in with a breathy laugh, scratching the back of his head. otoya tilts his head, asking, “you coming?” but karasu’s head is stuck in the clouds, broken out in full grin.

he’s completely smitten.

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gavisuntiedboot · 1 year

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Crowded (Gavi x Reader)

28 day writing prompt challenge - prompts are here

Day 9: forehead kisses

"You're the cutest thing to ever exist. You're the love of my life. I don't know what I could ever do without you."

Gavi was about at his wits end. It was his first weekend off after the end of the season, and he was excited to finally spend some quality time with you. He woke up feeling like he ruled the world. As he got ready to head to your place, his phone lit up with a text message from you.

[mi sol <3]: good morning baby. we have someone joining us today. hope you don't mind <333 ilysm see you soon

His heart sank immediately. Who the hell had you invited to spend the day with the two of you? And more importantly, why? The insecurity started to fester in his head. Was he not enough for you when he was no longer Gavi of F.C Barca, but just Pablo Gavi? A normal young man who just wanted to be held by his girlfriend while they watched Netflix on the couch? Did he bore you?

Gavi got to your house and rang the doorbell, and you swung open the door not even 15 seconds letter.

"Pablo!" You yelled, throwing your arms around him in a tight hug. He returned with just as much enthusiasm, picking you up off the ground and spinning you. The neighbors probably thought you were weird, but this is all he ever wanted: a pretty girl who he loved, who loved him back, and who he could be soft and open around. He breathed in the scent of your freshly washed hair, and wondered why he bothered with football when he could be up against you like this everyday.

"Good morning mi amor. Miss me?"

"You know I have. All my hoodies smell like detergent now instead of boyish charm and Paco Rabanne 1 million."

He smiled at you, teeth on display, skin around his eyes wrinkling in pure joy. You had missed Pablo so much. The stress of the end of the season meant that you didn't get to see your boy as often as you wanted. You missed Gavi intensely. His cocky nature when he was around you, like he knew the effect that he had on you, coupled with his sweet gestures that showed how much he really cared.

"Your hoodies? You mean the ones you stole from me? It's a good thing it's July, otherwise I would freeze since you took everything I have with sleeves."

"Fine fine. They can be our hoodies. I'm a comfort communist. Come inside and re-scent them."

He laughed and followed you into the house. You ran up the stairs to your room with Gavi in tow. You opened your closet, trying to decide which sweatshirts you could part with and which would stay in your permanent collection.

"So... I have to ask: who is spending the day with us."

You giggled and turned to face him.

"You'll see."

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You rushed down the stairs at the sound of the doorbell. Gavi lingered at the top, hoping to see who was here dividing your attention.

"Nicole, hi!"

"Hi dear. Thank you so much for doing this. You have no idea how much this means to me."

"Of course of course. Where is Salvia?"

'Salvia? Like the plant?' Gavi thought to himself. A loud bark startled him out of his thoughts. You were being attacked with kisses from a long haired German Shepard. Gavi's eyes lit up. Your intruder wasn't a person - it was a dog.

When the door closed, Gavi approached you.

"Who is this?"

"This is Salvia. She's Nicole's darling baby. She's flying to Madrid for the day for a family emergency, so she asked me to dog sit. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier."

Gavi brought you closer, embracing you from behind and kissing your neck.

"Of course it's fine mi amor. I love dogs."

Or so he thought. Gavi did, up until that moment, really love dogs. He loved being around something high energy and cuddly, and loved getting wet kisses and excited tail wags. But now, he was ready to label himself a cat person. Every few minutes, your attention shifted from him to the dog, making sure she was safe and not tearing up the house. He could barely sit for two minutes with you before you had to get up to care for Salvia, either taking her out or feeding her or just giving her attention.

The sun had set hours ago, and he was sitting with you on the couch. Well actually he was sitting half a meter away from you. Salvia laid across your lap, her butt preventing Pablo from being closer to you. You were rubbing her sides, fluffing her coat and then smoothing it back down. Every few minutes, Salvia looked up at you resting her head against your chest. You scratched behind her ears, looking at her lovingly and and giving her several kissed on the head and nose.

Gavi was pissed. He was also cute and fluffy and wanted to lay on top of you, and yet he was losing your affections to a dog. A dog! He couldn't contain his disappointment. He wanted you to kiss him and say that he was the cutest thing alive. But alas. So he slid down on the couch, crossing his arms and pouting out his bottom lip, scowling at the Rom Com on the TV.

"Baby.." He whined, trying to put an arm around your shoulders, but unable to reach. "Come closer."

"I can't baby. She's asleep and I don't want to wake her up."

He huffed and got up from his seat. He went upstairs to where his bag was, opting to change out of his shorts into some sweats. He removed his shirt, and sprayed himself with more cologne. He decided to make himself irresistible to you. He sat back down, and looked at you to gage your reaction. You were too busy kissing Salvia on the forehead. Gavi began cursing every dog in existence under his breath. You were his girlfriend dammit. And he was sexy and Spanish and shirtless and within arms reach, and you could not care less.

At around midnight, the doorbell rang again. Salvia sprang off the couch, running to the door and letting out a soft bark. You got up after her and ran to the door, opening it for Nicole.

"Hi baby Sal - did you miss me? I missed you too. Thank you so much for taking care of her. Thankfully the family is fine. I really appreciate the help."

"Anytime," you respond, handing Nicole the bag with the dog things, "glad everyone is doing well. Have a good night."

You closed the door and went back to the couch, flopping down beside Gavi. He kept his arms crossed over his chest and turned to you, pout still very present on his face. You held his face in your hands, pressing your forehead to his.

"What's wrong Pablito?"

He wanted to stay mad at you. He really did. But you were looking up at him with your big beautiful eyes, batting your eyelashes at him and holding his face so delicately.

"You ignored me all day for a dog."

He tried to pull away, feeling stupid for admitting it. You pulled his head in, giving him a sweet kiss on the forehead.

"Awe Pablo. I'm sorry. You want me to pamper you like Salvia?"

"Not in this condition - you smell like dog."

You pushed his face away, enjoying the sound of his laughter. You loved the way Gavi looked when he was laughing - or happy in general. His eyes would get small and his cheeks got more round, making him more adorable than you thought possible. You grabbed the hem of your sweatshirt and lifted it off, leaving you in your bralette. You then removed the blanket from your lap that Salvia had laid on, throwing it to the corner of the room, and grabbing another one (with a Barca logo in the middle of the large fuzzy blanket). You grabbed the remote and a bowl of popcorn, relaxing back on the couch and extending your arms outward.

"Come here, Pablito. Let me love on you."

He looked at you skeptically, as if you were going to retract the offer. He uncrossed his arms and moved over to you, laying his head on your chest, legs tangling with yours on the length of the couch. He wrapped his arms around your waist, sighing deeply and allowing himself to relax against you. You covered the both of you with the blanket, and started a new movie. You placed one hand in his hair and began raking your nails through it. You scratched his head slowly, causing him to whimper out. You then brought the other hand up onto his bare back, rubbing circles into it. You let your fingers slide gently up and down his skin.

"Head scratches and a back rub at the same time, amor? How did I get so lucky?"

You looked down at Pablo, pressing another gentle kiss into his forehead, lingering for a long moment.

"Just be quiet and let me love you, Pablo. You're the best thing in my life, I hope you know. Anything to make you happy - just say it and it's done."

Gavi's mouth hung open, like he was in shock. He buried his face back into your chest, and you felt the warmth of his cheeks against your skin. You giggled quietly, pulling him closer into you. You placed another kiss at the top of his soft hair.

"I love you Pablo."

"I love you too, amor. So much it's causing me physical chest pain."

"Aw baby, I don't want to hurt you."

"It's ok baby. You keep kissing it better."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A/N: Hey y'all! This was inspired by my roomie's doggie, who I love, and who napped next to me while I wrote this. I almost gave up on this little challenge until I realized all 3 of my top posts are writings from this series. Thank you all so much for the support. My asks are open, so pls let me knoe if you have any ideas for the rest of the prompts!!

AND ...if you haven't read my Gavi series "Just Pretend", please check it out. It's pinned to my profile. <333

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holdmytesseract · 1 year

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It's Okay To Be Scared

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: A 'slumber party' ends in a distaster for you and your son. Can Daryl save you two?

Warnings: usual twd stuff, walkers, weapons, angst, panic? fluff! Daryl being an amazing dad and husband

Set in Season 4!

Word Count: 2,5k

a/n: Here we go! 😄 This just randomly popped up in my head, when I watched this scene (I think you'll know which scene I mean.). I had to write it, hehe. ☺️ Also, Teddy's the cutest. I love him. 😍

Divider by my lovely friend @fictive-sl0th <3

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"Mommy?" You turned your head at the sound of your five-year-old son's quiet, hesitant voice urging to your ears. "Hey, bud, what's up?" You smiled at the young boy, squatting down to be on an eye-level with him. The bright sun of Georgia shone through the barred windows of the C-Block, dipping the grey hallway in a soft yellow light. The sunrays got caught in the little boy's brown curls, causing them to shimmer. He may have inherited Daryl's hair colour, but not his actual hair. The kid definitely had your soft curls. Your eyes scanned your son's face and body. From his blue-grey eyes, which resembled his father's, over his little snub nose and rosy cheeks, all the way down his slightly too big clothes. His black t-shirt fitted him perfectly, but the jeans vest was definitely too big, just like his tattered and ripped jeans. You had to smile. He looked so much like his dad. Speaking of... "Where did you leave your daddy, huh? I thought you wanted to help him outside, checking the fences?" You wouldn't have let him join his dad, if you weren't aware that the boy was in the safest hands possible. He nodded, but looked at you with a sad and angsty expression. "Y-Yes, but... There were so many m-monsters, I-I got scared." Your expression softened, before you pulled the boy into a hug, "Oh baby..." and kissed his head.

It hadn't been easy for Teddy to understand, that the world was suddenly different now. Dangerous. Scary. He had been still a toddler when the world went to shit, but that didn't make it easier to explain. Why there was so much blood and death. Why there were suddenly scary looking people, who wanted to literally eat him. You and Daryl had a hard time adjusting Teddy to all of this. He had already seen so much. Things a kid should never see, but you couldn't change it. It wasn't in your hands. You never wanted this life for him, but it was how it was now.

Teddy looked up to his dad, of course, saw how Daryl helped the group, got food on the table and so on. His dad was his hero, without a doubt - and he wanted to be just like him. Be just as brave and fearless. The problem? Teddy was, after all still a child - and got scared very easily. Something he inherited from you. You were just the same, especially as a child and quite often even today. Some might say Teddy was a bit all bark and no bite - what you thought was quite cute. It was okay for him to be a child. He had to grow up into a man soon enough...

"You know that it's okay to be scared, yes? Always remember that, because being scared helps us sometimes. It's important." Teddy cuddled closer against your chest, both little arms wrapped tightly around you. "I-I know, but daddy's never scared..." You backed up from the hug, shaking your head. "Oh he is, Teddy. He's very good at hiding it." You said, running your hand through his long hair. It reached almost his shoulders by now. You could've cut it, of course, but Teddy looked way too sweet with longer hair. The boy nodded, although visibly not entirely convinced by your words and shuffled his feet nervously. "What was it you wanted to ask me, sweetie?" You decided to change the topic, distracting your son's mind from the walkers. It seemed to do the trick. Teddy smiled softly. "Can I stay at Nick's cell tonight?" Nick - one of the Woodbury kids and now Teddy's best friend. "Of course, bud. Does Nick's mama know?" Again, the boy nodded. "Uh.Huh... Nick said he's goin' to tell her." "Perfect." You smiled at him and stood up again. "Now go out play, while the sun's still out. I saw Patrick and Carl playing soccer outside. Maybe you can join, huh?" Teddy nodded, but tugged nervously on the red bandana around his neck, which his daddy had gifted him. There was something else occupying his mind. You could tell. "Is there something else, sweetie?" Once more he nodded, blue-grey eyes meeting yours again. "Can you, uh, stay with me tonight, mommy?" "At Nick's?" "Uh.Huh..." You smiled softly, tucking a few wild curls behind his ear. "I thought you are such a big boy already?" "Y-Yes, but... Please mommy..." Teddy looked at you with big, pleading eyes - and suddenly, you had a guess. "Are you having nightmares again?" The little boy nodded, grimacing, in order to suppress his tears. He tried so hard to be strong. "Oh no, I'm so sorry. Come here, baby." You opened your arms for Teddy again. An offer he took gladly. You lifted him up in your arms, not caring that he got pretty heavy for you to lift meanwhile. A few silent tears wetted your t-shirt. Teddy was plagued by nightmares almost regularly. He always had a hard time sleeping peacefully, but since the death took over the world, it became even harder for him - which was understandably. And whenever he woke up at night, afraid and crying from another nightmare, the only way to help Teddy was his dad. When Daryl wasn't here, you tried to help your son as well, but nobody was as helpful as his daddy.

"I'm coming with you tonight, okay?" Another nod. Teddy wasn't a child of many words - just like another important man in your life was. His small tear-stained cheeks glistened in the sun, causing your heart to ache. You knew exactly what you had to do now. "C'mon." You adjusted him on your arms, before you left the C-Block and made your way through the corridors out on the yard, eyes searching for your husband. Luckily, you found him pretty quick. He was preparing for the run he was about to go on, with Sasha, Glenn, Tyreese, Bob, Zack and Michonne. Daryl saw you approaching him, of course and was immediately alerted, since you were carrying Teddy. He wiped his dirty hands on a rug, stood up and met you on your way. "Hey, babe." Daryl looked at you and his boy, concerned. "Wha' happened?" "Nightmares," you mouthed, which was enough information for Daryl. He didn't need to know more. He placed a hand on the boy's back. "Hey, buddy, c'mere." Teddy didn't let himself tell that twice, unlocked his arms from around your neck and wrapped them around his father's, clinging to him for dear life. You gave Daryl a sorrow look, causing him to lean over to you and place a quick kiss on your cheek, "I got it." before he turned around and walked away with Teddy in his arms. Guess the run had to wait...

"Alright, baby, I'm going now, okay?" Daryl nodded from where he laid in the bed of the cell your small family shared, hands crossed behind his head. "Ya really wanna leave me alone tonight?" He almost pouted, causing you to giggle softly. Teddy wasn't your only child sometimes. "You know that Teddy asked me to, but you can join if you want." He scoffed at your words. "Nah, wouldn't wanna interrupt your girl's night." You giggled again and stepped over to him, in order to kiss him. "Love you." "Love ya, too." "Sleep tight, see you tomorrow." Daryl nodded, pulling you in for another kiss. "See ya." You grabbed your things, blew him a kiss and left the cell, tiptoeing down the dark corridors to cell block D. Little did you know, that staying with Teddy that night in the D-block was going to end in a disaster. A deathly disaster.

That night, you slept way too tight, to hear the soft snarling and growling of the polite and kind young man Patrick had once been, nor the heavy, slurping footsteps which passed the empty cell you were sleeping in, right beside the cell Teddy was sleeping in with Nick and Anne - his mom. You were completely exposed to the threat, lurking in the shadows of the night - but you didn't know it. Nobody knew it.

Daryl had been up quite early that day, just like Rick and Carl. He had just slipped into his beige shirt with the torn off sleeves, as he heard a loud noise ringing through the corridors, causing everyone which was still asleep to wake up - without a doubt. He furrowed his brows. It sounded like a... gunshot! Without hesitation, the archer grabbed his crossbow and stormed out of the cell, just like several others. Carol for example. "What was that?!" "Sounded like a gunshot." "Where from?!" Just after the words had left Carol's mouth, another gunshot was echoing through the walls. The answer of Carol's question was quickly answered, causing the man's eyes to widen and heart to run a hundred miles per hour. The D-Block. It came, without a doubt from the D-Block. "It comes from the D-Block." Daryl breathed out, before he started to run like a mad man, straight towards the block; Carol following him.

The scene he walked into wasn't one he hadn't seen before and yet it scared the shit out of him, because he knew that his wife and son were somewhere in the middle of it... There was blood everywhere. Dead and bitten men and women laid on the floor. The still living people ran around in panic, trying to flee from the walkers, which were trying to get another bite out of the people. There were screams and cries everywhere. "Shit!" The archer cursed, his mind immediately wandering to you and Teddy. He desperately hoped that the both of you were alright. Without wasting another second, he threw himself into the fray, killing every walker on his way. "Teddy! Y/N!" He screamed out, eyes frantically scanning his surroundings. It wasn't easy to overlook this chaos. "Daryl!" He heard Rick shouting at him. "I got it!" Signalling him, that he had the door situation under control. Not that Daryl cared about this in that moment. All he cared about was you and his son. Nevertheless, he gave Rick a short, hasty nod, before he continued his search.

"Teddy! Y/N!" He screamed from the top of his lungs through the loud noise. "Daddy!" Daryl heard a child scream out - his child. He would recognise Teddy's voice everywhere. "Teddy!" He yelled again, looking around to find him and point out where the voice was coming from. To his sheer luck he found him - just in time. The boy sat on the ground, crouched into a corner, crying, with a walker stumbling straight into his direction. Daryl's eyes widened in shock, but nevertheless he reacted fast, ran over and rammed his knife in the back of the walker's head, carelessly throwing the dead body aside. "Teddy!" The archer fell to his knees in front of his son, pulling his small, trembling body immediately close to his. "Are you okay?!" Daryl's eyes scanned Teddy's body for any bites or injuries. The small boy nodded, yes, and clung to his father, still crying. Daryl held him close to his body with his free arm, standing up again. "Teddy, where's your momma?!" "I-I dunno." Cried Teddy. Once again, Daryl looked around frantically, still not able to find you - but he found Carol. "Carol!" His best friend turned to face him. "Can ya take Teddy somewhere safe? I-I gotta find Y/N!" Carol nodded, of course, took the boy immediately in her arms. "You go with aunt Carol, okay? I'll go, find momma." Teddy cried even more, but let himself got carried out of danger from Carol. It broke Daryl's heart to leave his son like that, but he had to find you. "Y/N!" He ran to check the cells, killing another walker on his way. Remembering, that Nick's and Anne's cell was on the second floor, he was quick to run up the stairs, checking the upper cells as well. "Y/N!" "Daryl?!" He heard your voice calling out immediately, causing relief to wash over him. You were alive. He found you locked up in a cell, with a dead walker to your feet and another one in front of the barred door, trying to get its filthy hands on you. Daryl was quick to get disposed of the walker and opening the cell door with shaky hands. "Daryl!" You cried out, running into his arms. You were utterly rattled, covered in blood. "You okay, sunshine?!" Daryl asked you, strong arms keeping you close to his body. "Y-Yes, b-but I lost Teddy. I-I don't know where he is!" You cried, sobbing into your husband's shirt. "W-What if he's dead! Oh g-gods!" You felt how your knees gave in, but Daryl caught you. He immediately shook his head, trying to comfort you. "Hey, hey, hey, Y/N, stay with me, 's alright. I found him. He's alright. He's with Carol." "O-Our baby's o-okay?" "Yes, sunshine. He's safe. Teddy's safe." "O-Oh thank g-god... I-I was so afraid of him, b-but I couldn't leave to search for him. T-This walker had me trapped a-and- oh gods..." "Shh, shhh, it's okay, 'm here." Daryl's calming voice urged to your ears, despite the loud noise. "We gotta get you outta here." He said, before hoisting you up into his arms, carrying you bridal style down the corridor, the stair and past Rick. "You got this?!" Rick nodded. Glenn had joined the chaos as well in the meantime. "We got it! Look after your family!" Daryl gave Rick a thankful nod, before he left the horrendous scene and took you back to the C-Block.

The archer laid you down on the bed in your shared cell, before he called out for his friend. "Carol?" No minute later, she approached with a still shaking Teddy in her arms. "Did you find her?" Daryl nodded, taking Teddy back in his arms. "Thank god. She alright?" "Yeah, jus' quite rattled." Carol nodded in understanding. "I'll go, take care of the other survivors." "Thanks." "No need to thank me," she said, giving Daryl a small smile, before she left.

"Daddy... Where's mommy?" His son asked, voice trembling. "She's here, buddy. She's okay. We are all okay, alright? Everything's goin' ta be fine." His words seemed to calm down the boy a bit, but not as much as being back in his mother's embrace. Daryl stayed with you and Teddy for a long while, even after the boy had passed out from all the exhaustion, sleeping tightly. Hopefully without having nightmares...

Now Daryl sat behind you on the bed, while you leaned against his chest, hands intertwined. "What happened?" The archer asked in a quiet voice, eyes trained on the sleeping Teddy. You shrugged your shoulders. "I don't know, honestly. I was sleeping and suddenly I heard those screams. I got up quickly, looked outside - and there were walkers everywhere. People we knew, suddenly turned. Then everything became chaotic. I tried to react and look for Teddy, but then there were those two walkers..." You said, shaking your head at the vivid memory. "Do you know what happened? What caused this? Did Rick say something?" "Not yet, but we're gonna find out."

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cookiepie111 · 1 year

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Flowers For My Valentine

A/n: where the boys give both traditional and untraditional bouquets/flowers. Sorry, Killer. I couldn't think of anything for him😭 not proofread. Let me know which one is your favourite!

Features sanji, Law, Zoro, Corazon, luffy and Kid x (black) fem reader

Sanji-

A giant bouquet!! A basket bouquet that's spilling with all kinds of flowers roses, peonies, camellias!! like a scene from a movie he's running towards you with flowers all round. Of course that's only one of the many bouquets you'll get this valentines week

Late in the evening, Sanji is in the kitchen, gently rolling modelling chocolate out, shaping the thin disks of chocolate into Petels. Eyes focus on wrapping each one around the chocolate dipped strawberries. When each strawberry is wrapped, he pulls them together and wraps them. He's excited and nervous to give these to you. A show of his love, a product of his own hands just for you, he put his everything into this gift. He couldn't think a better gift to you.

Law-

Working at the hospital means long hours, he knew he'd be late but he thought he was prepared. Making a stop at the florist in the morning to buy your bouquet, so he could make it to you quickly after work at 9.

But plans never go right, now it's 9:48, and he's just done with work. Flowers in hand and running down the street. Shit, he's always making you wait. This is the one time he should be there. It's fine he still has your gift... and you're in sight! "Y/n-ya!" You're so happy to see him!

"Law, its okay you didn't have to rush I know you're busy with work" what did he do to deserve someone do understanding.

"Here happy valentines Day" bringing the bouquet up to you,what he wasn't expecting with the confused look on your face

"umm law? What happened?" "

What do you mean? Gone... The flowers were gone. All that was left in his hands were a few broken stems, most with their flowers buds. 'FUCK!?'

All that running and the bouquet was ruined "y/n-" "Hey, this one is still good!" You said, pulling the tulip out." Law was dishevelled, hair a mess 'she liked it, I guess that's enough' he thought,he let out a sigh of relief looking up, wait when did you get so tall, oh he's floor. All that running, he's had an asthma attack. He can hear you're panicking above him, though he can only make out your blurry outline. Guess he's spending valentines Day in the hospital after all.. well, at least he can look forward to you being his nurse.

Zoro-

What was zoro supposed to give you!? You were a florist for goodness sake!? No supermarket flowers would be good for you. Would you even want flowers? You spend all day with them,would he even be able to get the right kind? These thoughts consumed him for almost a week. Shit should he even bother....

In the early hours of the morning, you're setting up the shop when the door chime rings, "we're not open yet - Zoro!"

Any other day he'd happy to see your bright smile but today it made him falter, his eyes looking everywhere but you. He didn't want to see your smile drop when you saw his gift.

"I'm so glad to se- oof." Zoro's hands quickly moved in front of you.

"Here Happy valentines day" it took a minute to process everything, but here, your boyfriend was blushing nervously all over a valentines Day gift! For Zoro, this felt like too long. He wasn't the sappy type but just wanted to do something for you- 'Oh, you're smiling.' Your face lit up, jumping happily at the man

"A bonzi tree! Zoro I can't believe it thank you!" Planting kisses all of the man. You loved it, a wave of relief washed of zoro, feeling his jaw and shoulders relax

A few months later. " I love you very much, you're going to grow up strong, you're the cutest swordsman ever!" You would say kind words to the tree whenever you had the chance supposedly to help it grow faster. Of course , hose words were meant for Zoro too , but he didn't know if he should be proud or jealous of the tree.

Corazon-

Corazon had planned a valentines date with you at the botanical garden. He couldn't think of a more romantic place!

That memory was far away now. It had been a difficult week, his brother was on his antics again, and Law was stressed,busy with school. When law's stressed, so is he. Now pacing around his room until he tripped. Thinking to himself "... I should just stay here for a bit. " Pulling his body up from the floor, he saw up he a photo."It must have fallen out." A photo, from the botanical garden..... corazon felt all the stress melt away from him as his goofey grin returned on his face. How much joy you brought him. Seeing you like happy, a wide smile across your face surrounded by the greenery, it squeezes on his heart. Yes, the week may have been bad, but at least he had your smiling face to get him through it.

Luffy-

Whenever Luffy saw flowers he liked, he'd shove them into his pockets to give to you later. The issue was that he wouldn't always see you right away.

Sabo found a bunch of wilting flowers when doing the laundry and asked luffy what the flowers were for "oh they're for y/n!" He smiled so brightly ,sabo's heart ached for this brother.

"Well they're wilting I don't think you can give these to her now" luffy pouted, he knew he couldn't give them to you now but seeing those flowers you loved reminded him of you. Sabo spoke up "hey here what we'll do...."

The two brothers sat at a table with glue, paper scraps, and all sorts of felt scattered about. It looked like arts and crafts time

"Hey, but I like this picture of us better!" Luffy shouted "alright just stick it down. " The two spent the afternoon decorating some photos of the couple with dried flowers that luffy had collected that week. Even with his best efforts, Sabo couldn't keep the picture clean. He could see how messy it was getting. "Where did he get the glitter from!?" But luffy couldn't be happier, lifting the picture frame to the high."She's gonna love it!"

Kid-

Kid had made a fuss about valentines a week before. "Don't expect any flowers from me! I don't do all that sappy shit. " But here, Kid was handing you a bouquet of your favourite plushies. "Aww, Kid, this is so sweet! Are you getting soft? " You grinned poking at him.

"Whatever" he said, avoiding your eyes. He was right, though, no flowers, but this was even better. You couldn't wait to put them in your room, wait... "Kid ..did you hot glue these on???? Kid, how am I supposed to take the plushie off!"

Kid didn't think that far, and honestly, he was regretting not watching the youtube video like Killer said ... he thought it couldn't be that hard(his toxic trait is thinking that he can make everything cause since he's good at metal work. He can't) shit he was panicking now. What good would they be ripped up. He moved to grab the bouquet from you. "Wait y-"

"You spent a lot of time on this, didn't you, Kid?" your eyes softened, looking down at the cute packaging of the bouquet. The paper was rumbled and creased from failed folding. You giggled to yourself, 'I'm sure he spent all night working on this.' " Thank you, don't worry, I can sow them back up, thank you"

#one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #sanji #sanji x reader #law x reader #zoro x reader #corazon #corazon x reader #luffy #luffy x reader #kidd #kidd x reader #x black reader #sanji x black reader #one piece x y/n

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deadbydangit · 10 months

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As I was about to write something else, I noticed two bunnies hopping along in my backyard and it gave me an idea for something else. Please enjoy!

When the Reader brings home an animal.

Deathslinger, Nightmare, Spirit, Trickster, Ghostface

Deathslinger

He would've been perfectly content just drinking in the bar with just you.

And it had been that way for a long time.

Till you came back one day hiding something in your shirt.

"Okay. I'll bite. What is it?"

He thought you were hiding a gift or something.

He wasn't expecting you to pull out a kitten.

"No."

No matter how much you plead and cry.

No, don't give him those puppy dog eyes.

No, you can't-

Ugh, he can stay the night.

Okay, only till he finds a good home.

Well... He's your cat now.

You walked in on him one day, speaking to someone.

"Alright Fluffy. Now I may be the man around here, but if I'm not around you gotta promise to protect them. Ya' here?"

The cat was on the bar table next to him, lapping up a bowl of water.

Talking to the kitty like they were old friends.

He doesn't really do the baby talk thing.

"I trust you. I know you love them as much as I do. So we have to work together."

Don't tell Caleb you saw that.

He'll totally deny it.

But if his little Fluffy catches a rat, he's going to put that cat on a pedestal.

He's super proud of his cat.

"Look at that Darlin'. We won't be having any pest problems."

Nightmare

No, stop. Stop right there.

You're trying to sneak something in. He can tell.

Empty your pockets....

Both of them!

A frog?

Where did you get a frog?

Whatever, no, you can't keep it.

No, don't look at him like that. The answer is no.

No. Seriously.

Augh! Fine! But he wants nothing to do with the damned thing.

It's your pet. Not his. He won't be taking care of it.

You started noticing books on frog care around the house.

"It's not good to give them water that hasn't been purified."

"You aren't feeding him enough."

"You can't touch them like that."

So much for it being all your pet.

He's basically taking over.

It's like he's taking the frog as his own child.

It's pretty cute to walk in and see Freddy having full conversations with the frog.

"So yeah, trials were pretty good today. That David asshole really got what was coming to him."

Don't remind him of the time when he didn't want the little critter.

Because he will firmly deny it.

Spirit

It's a toss up over who would be the first to bring an animal home.

You don't even have to try and sneak it in.

Is that a puppy?

And Rin is all over the dog.

Kisses, hugs, plans on what you'll need to get, and all the possible names!

She is a huge softy for animals, especially fluffy ones.

"Oh! Let's keep her!"

She's the type to bring any animal home and ask to keep them.

And the baby talk this girl can do.

"Who's my wittle pumpkin? Who's the cutest wittle baby ever? It's you! Mommy woves you. Yes she does."

She won't even care if you're in the room to witness this.

Hell, join her in spoiling the puppy.

And outfits, she has so many outfits for the dog.

You have no idea where they even came from.

You will never see that pup without something on.

Hair bows, bandanas, hats, sometimes even little shirts or dresses.

She will find matching clothes for the three of you.

Don't think this dog won't be the most spoiled thing ever.

Trickster

Are you hiding something from him?

You are!

What's this? You've been hiding a bunny in your closet?!

He doesn't really care that you've been hiding it.

He's upset that it might receive more attention than him.

Ji-Woon is the super jealous type.

So jealous that he'll be glaring at this rabbit whenever you're carrying it.

Whenever you say you're about to go feed your bunny or play with them, Ji-Woon refuses to let you go.

You should pay more attention to him.

You should only pay attention to him.

Isn't he enough?

He'll come around though.

If the bunny makes you that happy, then he'll tolerate it.

Just make sure to give both of them lots of attention.

Ghostface

He actually was the one to bring the animal in.

"Hey babe, check out what I found!"

That's a snake.

That... Is that safe?

"Don't worry. He's super chill, see?"

He will shove that snake in your face.

He seems to have really tamed this animal.

You're going to be the one taking care of the snake.

It's name is Hisses, apparently.

"Yeah, like kisses, but he hisses. So it's Hisses. Get it."

Being terrible at naming things aside.

Danny is really happy.

The way he shows off his darling snake.

"Hey Sally! Look!"

He really enjoys showing people who are or potentially are afraid of snakes.

That power he gets over them.

It's going to get him into a significant amount of trouble.

But he's just so happy, and who are you to take that happiness away from him.

#dbd imagines #dbd ask blog #dbd x reader #dbd killer #dbd ghostface #dbd trickster #dbd deathslinger #dbd spirit #dbd freddy

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enchantedchocolatebars · 10 months

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Ooh, you do silly stuff! In that case, I have a fic request. Philip Wittebane meets a tiny Reader and says "Oh, you're tiniest Reader I've ever seen! In my satchel you go!"

Or Slade from Teen Titans is the one that finds tiny Reader and puts them in one of his belt pouches.

Is it possible to do both? I like both ideas.

Hi, nonnie!👋

I do indeed do sillies! :D

ESPECIALLY SILLY STUFF WITH BEARDO PHILIP 🤎 💕

Thank you for the request!😊

I hope this is okay / fine / decent.👍

The Satchel

During his days in the deplorable Demon Realm, Philip Wittebane had never ONCE come across anything or anyone he would consider "cute".

Just not possible.

Until today.

The bearded man was walking through the forest, his satchel by his side as he happily wrote about the "accidental" death of his most recent companion.

Their demise was truly "heartbreaking".

He might be smiling as he's writing about them, but trust me, he was "crying" on the inside.

While walking, he hears a small, high-pitched voice scream "STOP!" to which he does mid-step, placing his right foot that he had lifted up down.

The sudden screech startled him greatly.

Looking around to see where the voice came from, Philip looks down to see you.

Yes, you! 🫵

You were a tiny being. About the size of a pea. Chibi-sized even.

A sigh of relief came when you saw that the giant man hadn't stepped on you.

That would have NOT been good.

Seeing you, Philip couldn't believe his blue eyes.

You were the cutest, tiniest wittle thing he's ever seen in this hellish place.

Lowering down to your level, he starts to speak, his face beaming with glee.

"My, my, aren't you just adorable?" He coos, hearts floating around him.

You give the guy a small glare. You didn't like him.

You were lucky Philip found you to be so interesting.

If he didn't, he'd take great pleasure in crushing you with his foot and scraping your remains off his shoe.

"You'll make for a marvelous specimen to study." He reaches out a hand to grab you, in which you gasp.

You then let out a growl.

No way were you letting this, admittingly attractive, stranger take you away with him.

That's kidnapping, which was an unlawful act. >:(

You had to do something.

Lifting up a finger, you send a mini blast of energy his way. When he's hit, he begins to... laugh? You're shocked by this. How is your magic not harming him? His laughter only makes you more mad as you grit your teeth. You try zapping him again and again and again, but he only continues to laugh.

"That tickles!" He chuckles as he grabs you. You try your best to get out of his grasp. He then uses a finger to lightly tap your head.

"Adorable and hilarious." You were definitely going into his satchel, no doubt about that. He needed a good laugh and you had given him just that.

As you're about to bite his finger CLEAR OFF his hand, he gently places you into his satchel and continues his walk.

As you silently sat in the brown bag, you slowly began to realize something. You actually liked being inside it. The gentle rocking with every step the man took, the items such as a dagger and a strange disc clinking around with each motion.

It was all so... soothing.

You huffed, crossing your arms.

Oh, fine.

You would accept this mistreatment.

For now.

#(hopefully this satisfies your silly tooth lol 🦷😋)#(enjoy!)#(AAA I'm sorry i know he's a jerk and all around awful person but OMG he can be SO CUTE sometimes)#(i love him so 💕 💕 💕)#(MAN i had fun with this one 😁😁😁)#the owl house #owl house #toh #emperor belos #belos #philip wittebane #moldy crumpet husbando #x reader #writing #my writing

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miyuhpapayuh · 1 year

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15. Do you know what today is? It's our anniversary.

"For today's prompt, I want you guys to dig deep. I want this to be about the passion that's in your hearts— whether it be for something you love, someone you love— whatever it is, I need you to put it on paper."

Stevie taps her pen against her cheek twice, before beginning to scribble something down.

Her head may as well have been in the clouds, since today was her and Rod's six month anniversary.

God, time has flown!

Being woken up out of her sleep to a phone call that lasted all of an hour, listening to him explain all the ways that he loved her, was definitely the best way to start her morning— even if it was a tad bit, before the birds woke up, themselves.

Halfway done with her paragraph, the door opens and Miss Johnson clears her throat.

"Well, Stevie, you have a visitor."

Stevie's cheeks immediately turn red. She places her pen down and looks up to see Rod with a bouquet of red roses in his hand.

"Oh my God," she covers her face as a couple of her female classmates giggle.

Quickly standing from her seat, the pair head into the hallway and away from the door.

"Babe," she grabs each side of his face and presses her lips against his, "you're so cute!"

"Would I be cuter if I said, this was just the beginning?" He wiggles his eyebrows, making her laugh.

"What else do you have planned, boy?"

"You'll just have to wait and see," he opens her hand and places the bouquet inside, "I just came by to drop these off, cause I couldn't wait to see your face."

"A whole bouquet, again. I peeped the switch up, babe." She giggles, messing with the petals.

"Well, you deserve more than just one rose, at this point. You deserve more than roses, at this point. I wanted to up my game." He smirks.

"Com'ere." She beckons him with her long, pink fingernail. He happily obliges, pressing his lips back to hers.

"Happy anniversary , beautiful."

"Happy anniversary, baby."

"I'm gettin' lucky, tonight?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Hm... whatchu think?"

He wraps his arms around her waist, going back in for a kiss, sloppy enough to make his entire bottom lip shine in her strawberry lip gloss.

Briefly tugging on his bottom lip, she lets it pop back in place.

“Your lips are shiny." She softly giggles, slowly moving out of his grasp.

"I wear it, proudly." He jokes, releasing her to move back towards the classroom. "I'll see you later."

"Okay," she blows him a kiss as he walks backwards down the hallway.

She heads back into her class, confidently strutting back to her seat as a couple of jealous eyes follow her.

"Hey.... Stevie, right?" The only ginger in her class, whispers from beside her.

Turning towards her left, Stevie gives her a smile. "Yeah. I didn't catch your name..."

"It's Brittany. You and your boyfriend are the cutest couple I've ever seen!"

"Thank you." The blush is still evident on her cheeks.

"Does he have a brother or..." another girl chimes in, causing Stevie to giggle.

"No, but he's got a couple friends!"

"Put us on, girl! We want that mushy love, too!"

"Alright, ladies," Miss Johnson says with a slight smile, "lets refocus."

"Happy anniversary, you dorks." Tyler sits on the opposite side of the table and slides a tray of homemade cupcakes their way.

"Awww, thanks Tyler!" Stevie coos.

Rod pulls the lid off and hums a laugh, staring down at the pink and red cupcakes with tiny stick figure couples drawn on each one.

"Very creative, my g."

"You're welcome! So, what y'all got planned?"

"I'd tell you, but I'd have to kill you." Rod replies, biting into one of the cupcakes.

"And, we know you're a man of his word." Tyler throws her hands up, laughing. Stevie rolls her eyes.

"He's only acting like that, cause it's a surprise."

"Well, it must be something extra special, then."

"It is! She's just gotta trust me and be patient." He scoffs.

"I just wanna know if I should dress up or not."

"Hm.... you actually don't have to. It'd be best to be comfortable."

She raises an eyebrow at him, trying her damnedest to figure out where he's taking her.

"You're not gonna figure it out, babygirl."

"That won't stop her from trying," Tyler wheezes a laugh, watching Stevie's nose wrinkle up.

"Screw the both of you."

"Ooooh, pretty roses and pretty people!" Claire claps at the sight of her favorite couple, besides her own.

"Wassup, clairvoyant!" Rod teases, leaning on the freshly cleaned countertop. Claire sucks her teeth.

"What did I tell you about that nickname?"

"I thought you liked it." He shrugs.

"Her exact words were, what kind of corny ass nickname is that?" Stevie interjects, earning a high five from Claire.

"Nowhere in that, did I hear dislike. I just heard you call me corny." He chuckles.

"Boy," she rolls her eyes, "get your arms off my counter!" She grabs the towel out of her back pocket and swats him with it.

"Yes, boss lady." He salutes her, causing Stevie to snicker.

"You're super annoying, Roderick."

"Alright, Alaina. Keep it up and you won't be going anywhere." He half threatens.

"I don't even know where we're going." She quips.

"And, you won't." He deadpans.

"That's fine. I guess I'll just take back all the things I bought you, then. I've still got the receipts." She blinks, grabbing her apron off the hook.

"Hm." They stare at each other for a solid five seconds, before he cracks a smile. "What you buy, daddy?"

"Oh dear God," Claire balls up a napkin and tosses it at his head, before walking into the back.

"It doesn't matter, cause I'm taking it back."

"Gimme them flowers, then."

She moves them away from him, before he can reach out to grab them.

"No! They're too pretty, babe." He stares at her pouty expression.

"You're such a baby, you know that?"

"I'm your baby, so that makes it okay." She leans on the counter, meeting him halfway for a goodbye kiss.

"Thanks for dropping me off."

"Mm, if we had more time, I woulda did more than drop you off." He kisses her again, muffling her groan.

"The day isn't over, yet."

"Keep talkin' like that and we won't make it out of the house."

"No, we're gonna go wherever it is that you planned."

"You're gonna love it, too."

"You promise?"

"I do." One more kiss and he's backing away from the counter. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"What time do you get off?"

"Six."

"Aight, I'll be here around 5:45."

"Alright."

He heads out of the door and a couple of people head up in his place, along with Alana.

"Hey, beautiful!" She greets Stevie with a kiss on the cheek.

"Wassup, girlfriend?" She replies, before tending to her customers.

"Runnin' a little late, but I'm here." She puts on her apron and pulls a couple of people from Stevie's line into her own.

"Everything alright?" Stevie glances in her direction, before reaching behind her for a napkin to wipe off the cup of coffee.

"Yeah. As soon as I left school, I went straight home and took a nap. I guess I lost track of time."

"Ah," she nods, "I got you. Well, Claire understands, I'm sure."

"Yeah, of course. I just like being punctual, you know?"

"I do." She pats her back.

Back across town, Rod locks his front door and drops the shopping bags onto his hardwood floor.

He heads into his kitchen and slides the buttercream cake into his fridge. As soon as he sits his keys down, the house phone starts ringing.

He immediately answers. "Hey, mama."

"Happy anniversary, baby boy." The boyish grin spreads across his face.

"Thanks, ma."

"What do you have planned for the occasion?"

"I'm taking her to Coney Island."

"Aw, that's cute! I haven't been there in so long. She's gonna love that."

"Man, I hope so. I didn't wanna do the traditional dinner date, like we usually do. I wanted to put some excitement in it."

"You're doing great, dear. Don't sweat it."

"Okay. I've got a few hours to kill, so I might take a nap to kill these nerves—"

"Go smoke a blunt, like you normally do, chile. You'll be fine!" He laughs at her brash response.

"You'd think I was talkin’ to one of my boys, right now.”

She hollers in response. “I'm not that bad, am I?”

“That shit was hella funny, man. But, ima go take a nap, I'll talk to you later."

"Alright, I love ya. Give Stevie my love, too."

"Will do. I love you, too."

"You smoke? Your eyes are red?" She asks, lacing up her orange converses.

"That and I just woke up, not too long ago." He leans against the wall, watching her pull her matching hoodie over her poofy hair.

"You look good." She tugs on her jeans and smiles.

"Thank you. So do you."

Sliding her chapstick in her pocket, she meets him near her bedroom door, staring up at him like a little kid.

"You ready?" He asks, already knowing the answer.

"Duh!"

He chuckles, grabbing her hand and leading her out of the house and into his Jeep.

"I got something for you." He reaches inside his jacket and hands her a blunt.

"You know the way to my heart, don't you." She grabs the lighter out of his glove compartment and sparks it.

"I would hope so. Plus, your gifts are waiting for you on your couch, when we get back."

"Yours are in my room. I'm surprised you weren't peeking around."

"That's cause I know what a surprise is."

"I know what a surprise is, Roderick." She rolls her eyes. "A girl can't be surprised?"

"You checked my pockets as soon as I got in the door!" He chuckles.

"Maybe, I was looking for gum..." she trails off, turning her gaze towards the window, continuing to smoke her blunt.

"Yeah, you knew that sounded stupid, too." He shakes his head.

Roughly an hour later, Rod parks his car down the street from their destination, so Stevie can still be surprised.

"Where are we?" Stevie asks, pulling on the strings of her hoodie.

"We're here." He sarcastically responds, poking her nose.

Her low eyes light up. "Really?"

"Really. Stay put for a second, okay?"

"Okay." She grabs his face and kisses him, causing him to smile against her lips.

Getting out of the car, he opens the back door and grabs his camera, hanging it around his neck by the strap and turning it on.

Pulling the key out of the ignition, he puts it in his pocket, closes his door and heads over to her side, opening her door and focusing the camera on her.

"Aight, babygirl." He holds his hand out for her to grab, but she just looks up goofily at the camera.

"Babe," she giggles and covers her face, "you're taping this?"

"Yes! I gotta get your reaction on camera. Is that okay with you?"

“Of course!”

He reaches out to grab her left hand, pulling her out of the car, closing the door behind her.

"Ugh, you're so cute." He locks the car up and pans the camera down to the linked fingers.

"I love you, Vie."

"I love you too— oh my gosh!"

Releasing his hand, she covers her mouth and stops walking, staring at the carousels, rides, ferris wheel and red and white striped tents ahead.

"You really brought me to Coney Island?" Her voice comes out small as her eyes start to water.

"You like it?" An underlying trace of uncertainty follows his question.

"I love it!”

Forgetting about the camera for a split second, she clings to his body like a second skin, smothering him with her kisses.

"I love you," she kisses his cheek, "I love you so much."

"I know," he proudly shrugs on the outside, while internally thanking God that she actually likes it.

"Come on!" The pair practically run to their unclear destination.

"Where to first, babygirl?"

"Hm... let's go to Luna."

"Lead the way." She cheeses and grabs his hand, heading through the pink and green, wheel- decorated gate. Rod pans his camera up to catch the view, along with the deep periwinkle sky above them.

"Ooh, I've always wanted to go on the thunderbolt!" Stevie jumps up and down like a little kid.

"Let's go ride it, then!"

After riding almost everything in both parks combined, they find a table and plop down, along with their snacks, prizes and funnel cakes.

"You got enough footage, there?" She asks, watching him stare at his camera.

"Mmmhm," his eyes dart to hers and back down, "I just need one more thing, but it can wait."

"What?" She asks, licking the powdered sugar off her fingers. He shakes his head.

"Don't worry about it. I'll capture it, one day."

"You're such a freak, Roderick."

"I didn't even say any—"

"Mmmhm." She mocks him, tearing off another piece of her funnel cake.

"What time is it?"

"A little after eight. You ready to go?" He asks.

"I just wanna give you your gifts, before it gets too late."

"Aight, we can head home, then."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. We've done everything there is to do. You got your bear, one of those goofy ass pictures they drew of us, ate your body weight in sweets— I'm just glad you enjoyed yourself." A satisfied smile sits on his lips.

"I always enjoy myself when I'm with you. This was the cutest date we've ever been on and it's definitely my favorite."

"Your favorite? Ya boy got it like that??"

She playfully rolls her eyes and stands up from the table.

"Get your goofy ass up and take me home."

"Yes ma'am."

"Okay, so at first, I really didn't know what to get you, cause shopping for boys is damn near impossible, but because I know you like the back of my hand... I found a couple of things!"

Placing the bags in front of him, she sits on the edge of her bed, while he scoots closer to her in the rolling chair.

Rummaging through the first bag, he pulls out a dark blue hoodie with a matching velvet durag. "Aw man, shorty done bought me the velvet!"

"I take it, you like it?"

"Duh! What else's in here?"

Picking up the smaller bag, he pulls out a long black box. He raises an eyebrow in her direction, but she just motions for him to open it.

"What is this, vie?"

"It's a gift, negro. Open the box!" He slowly opens, revealing the fourteen karat gold necklace with the word 'Vie' written in the prettiest cursive.

"Wow," he runs his finger along the necklace. "I don't know how to express this, without soundin' like a bitch." They both laugh.

"You love it, don't you?"

"Man, you make me wanna cry, sometimes. This is beautiful."

"Aww, don't cry!" She grabs the box out of his hand and pulls the necklace, standing up to put it on him.

"Now, we're twins!" She cheeses, widely.

"Your turn." He taps her thigh and quickly slides the pink bags her way.

She instinctively goes for the smallest bag, but he stops her. "Let's save that one for last."

"Okay..." she drags out, going for the next bag. She pulls out a notebook with different poems stamped on the front of it in calligraphy.

"Awww, I needed a new one, too!" She playfully thumps his knee, before reaching further into the bag, pulling out a photo album with a picture of them from one of their summer dates, taped to the front; Stevie clad in a figure hugging blue dress, with a slight tinge of attitude in her eyes from it being so humid, and Rod on her left with a wide grin on his face.

"Oh my God," she opens it up and finds a couple more pictures of them, standing in front of her full length mirror. She hadn't even noticed that he was taking pictures of her, because she was busy fixing her hair.

"Ugh," she drags her finger underneath her eye, catching the tears before it could actually fall. "Why you gotta make me cry?"

"You've got one more to open, babygirl." His eyes dart back to the small bag.

"Jesus," she reaches inside and grabs the small black box, immediately looking up at him. "Rod, what is this?"

"Hm, open it and we'll find out.," he smirks, watching her shaky hand pop the box open. The gasp that leaves her mouth delights him.

"You got me a promise ring?!" She gawks at the silver oval diamond with purple accents, before he takes it out of the box and slides it on her finger.

"It's really corny, but you deserve it. I'll never break any of my promises, babygirl. We're half a year in and I don't ever wanna stop, you hear me?"

She giggles, wiping away another tear.

"Heard you. I love you," she pulls him in for a kiss. "I love you so much."

"I love you, more."

"I've got something else... it's a gift for both of us."

She strides towards her closet and then scurries to her bathroom with a bag in her hand.

"You should've put it on for me," he shouts, chuckling to himself.

"Nope, cause I'd never get it on!" She shouts back.

"Shit... you've got a point."

Giggling to herself, she steps out of her remaining clothes and pulls out the silk, baby pink negligee that she picked up from saucy.

Tyler finally told Stevie about the boutique that she shops at and she didn't waste a second, heading inside and almost going broke on their selection.

Dropping her clothes into her hamper, she heads back across the hall, stopping at the doorway.

Rod leans forward and places his arms on his knees, beckoning her with a single finger. Biting her bottom lip, she strides towards him, stopping a couple centimeters from his face.

"You look so fuckin' good." He rubs his hands up and down her sides, smirking when he doesn't feel anything underneath. She bats her lashes.

"Fuck panties, huh?" He looks up at her.

"Who needs em, when they're just gonna come off, anyway. It's easier access." She throws her leg over his, leaning down to kiss him.

Pulling his T-shirt off, she tosses it behind her and pushes him back into her pillows, reaching for the button on his jeans.

"Wait, wait.," he grabs her hands and motions for her to come closer. She crawls into his lap and he moves her up on his chest.

"What are you doing?" She asks, watching him lick his lips.

"Trying something different. You aight with it?"

"Y-yeah, just warn me next time." She jokes, while he pulls her lower body onto his face, lightly trapping her clit between his plump lips.

She places her hands on his shoulders, while the bottom of her dress slightly covers his face.

"Oh shit.... that feels so good." She moans, pressing her fingers into his skin as he dips his tongue into her.

Gripping the bottom of her dress, he travels back up to her clit, suckling it into his mouth. Tossing her head back, she cries out.

"Fuck, baby!" His sucking becomes fervent, causing her to try and lift up, but he grabs her hips, keeping her in place.

"Okay— oh fuck!" Her hands cover his own, trying to pry them off her hips.

He groans against her, making matters worse. "You're gonna make me cum!"

Her hands grip the top of his head as she gyrates against his mouth. A chain of profanities fly from her lips as she unravels right on his tongue.

Pressing kisses against her inner thigh, his deep chuckle sends her closing them around his face. "I can't feel my legs..." she breathes.

Sliding off of him, she lays on her back as he hovers over her, wrapping her left leg around his, still clothed, waist.

Snaking a hand in between them, she unbuttons his jeans and tugs on them, "take these off."

"Yes ma'am." He pecks her lips, before stripping down, putting a condom on and crawling back between her legs, sinking into her in one fluid motion.

He swallows her moans with a french kiss, while he digs into her as deep as possible. Her hands wrap around his body, tightly.

Pulling away for air, she deeply gasps, feeling him tap on her spot. "Right there, baby..."

Staying right where she needs him, he stuffs his face into her neck, sucking and kissing on her hot spots.

Tingles of pleasure shoot through her body, making her chest press against his, involuntarily.

"Shit..." her nails dig into his back, making him wince slightly. "Faster,"

Obliging, his strokes increase as he begins slamming into her. Her mouth falls open, her harsh breathing runs in with her never-ending moans.

Pulling away from her neck, he hovers over her, pecking her bottom lip. "I'm making you feel good?"

"Yes,"

"Yeah?" He smirks, watching her eyes roll back.

"Yessss— don't stop!"

Sliding a hand underneath her head, he gently grips a handful of her hair, pulling it back to expose her neck. Placing sweet kisses along her skin, he continues to dig into her.

Moving her hands up to grip his shoulders, she wraps her legs around his waist. "I'm gonna cum!" She whines with her head tossed back into the pillows.

"Cum for me, babygirl." Her body goes rigid against him as her walls suck him up, causing him to slightly hunch forward and firmly plant his hand on the bed, beside her head.

Continuing to rock inside of her, her grip on his shoulders tightens.

"Fuck!," her body shudders as he gradually comes to a stop, knowing she can only handle so much.

"I love you," Rod whispers against her lips, unhooking her legs from around his waist.

"I love you, too."

"Roll over on your stomach, for me."

Sensually flipping over, she pulls her dress off and puts that famous arch in her back, causing Rod to grunt from behind her. "I really wanna go easy on you, tonight.... but you play too much."

"What if I don't want you to go easy on me?" She looks at him over her shoulder, as he bites down on his bottom lip.

"Is that right," he chuckles and grips her hips, pulling her towards the edge of the bed and pushing the middle of her back down, further.

"Mmhm— ooh!" He slaps her ass.

"You sure this whatchu want?" He asks, wrapping her hair up in his hand, ultimately pushing the side of her face into the mattress.

"Yes, daddy." She places her hands on his thighs, feeling him slide all the way inside of her.

"Daddy, huh?." He chuckles to himself, beginning to drive in and out of her with an intense force that sends her clawing at his thighs.

"Ohh fuuuuck!"

"Shut up," he grunts. If this were any other instance, she'd be pissed, but in this case, she's more aroused than ever.

The clapping of her ass against his thighs, sounds throughout the room, adding to their pleasure.

"What we celebratin' today, babygirl?"

"Mmm! Our anni–fuck!" Her legs tremble as he hits her spot. Releasing her hair, he wraps his hand around her throat.

"Come on, babygirl... what's today?"

"Our anniversaryyyy! That's my spot, baby!" She pushes his leg, only to have him grip her arm up with his free hand.

"Right here?"

"Ughhh,"

"This the spot that make that pussy cry? Huh?" He speeds up, knocking up against it, heavily.

"Yes! Fu-uck! I can't— I can't take it—"

"You gon' take this dick. What's my name?"

"Daddyyy," a shiver goes up his spine at the way it rolls off her tongue.

"Goddamn... what daddy say?"

"Take this dick," she repeats through clenched teeth. Her toes curl as her orgasm begins to quickly approach.

"I'm gonna— I'm gonna cum! Ohhh shhhhit!" She unravels for a third time, trying desperately to move away from his strokes as he continues to pound into her.

"Ah! Sto— stop!" She taps his thigh with her free hand, signaling that she's tapping out. He finally stops and releases his hold on her, watching as she lays flat on the bed and catches her breath.

"I told you." Rod shrugs, cockily.

Stevie eventually faces the opposite end of the bed, beginning to stroke his thick, shiny length in her tiny hand. "Can I try something?"

"You can do whatever you want." Keeping eye contact with him, she licks the underside of his dick, earning a grunt from him.

Giggling to herself, she lowers her wet mouth down onto him, watching as his bottom lip disappears in between his teeth. "Fuck, vie."

She hums as she bobs her head, being offered a strangled moan in return. "Just like that."

Reaching out with both hands, he gathers her wild hair into his hands as she continues to bring him to his peak. Her eyes never leave his.

"Fuuuuck," he tosses his head back, feeling his restraint slip. His hips start to gyrate against her face as he gets closer.

A slight gag alerts him to look down, but she just sends a wink his way. He shakes his head at her, completely surprised in this moment.

"I'm gonna cum, baby." She moans, egging him on. He grips her hair, fighting the urge to fuck her mouth with the same passion as he did her pussy, a little earlier.

"Oh fuck.... I'm cummin.," his brows scrunch as he shoots down her throat, growling as he watches her swallow every drop.

"Mm," she releases him with a pop, "you taste good, Daddy."

"You're gonna be the death of me."

@thegifstories @sheabuttahwrites @soufcakmistress @supersizemeplz @harmshake @blackerthings @blackpinup22 @zataria @neewrites @blowmymbackout @lemmewritesomeish @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @cecereads209 @nayaxwrites @ibeoutchea @prettyisasprettydoes1306 @abeautifulmindexposed @awerkofart @headcannonxgalore

#miyuhpapayuh #soulff #rod x stevie #black romance #poc writers #blackwriters #90s romance #black reader #x black!reader #black!reader #joey badass fic #joey bada$$

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ztarvokronpa · 2 years

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couldn't help myself but write for my lil chef boy, my lil blorbo, my teddy bear 👉🏻👈🏻 so here, enjoy some boyfriend headcanons! i kinda got too ahead of myself in the despair section so uhhh my bad-

request status... OPEN!

SFW ONLY

headcanons under the cut!

SPOILERS FOR GBD!

Non-Despair AU

when this man becomes your boyfriend, you will never have to cook again... unless you wanna help him in the kitchen, which he will absolutely adore

cooking dates? cooking dates.

very much into pda, loves holding your hand when walking down the halls of hope's peak or giving your cheek a kiss in public

did i mention he's very cuddly? well, he is. he 100% loves to be the little spoon and no one can tell me otherwise.

oh! did i also mention that mama hanamura absolutely adores you??? well she does!! first time teruteru introduced you to her, she gave you a big hug and you two chatted for hours (and she also showed you some baby pics of teruteru, which made him want to be invisible)

and his siblings also love you, his younger sister hangs out with you a lot when you two are trying to have a date or something, much to teruteru's dismay.

definitely shows you off a little bit, something along the lines of "look at my partner! *dreamy sigh* ain't they amazing?" or "my honey did wonderful today, hmhm!!!" all while holding your hand and grinning

his nicknames for you are; honey, cutie, pumpkin, babycakes, baby, sexy, sugar- ok basically anything sweet food related

you are definitely the one who taste tests his new recipes first, to get a "professional opinion" lmao

as for his flirting and dirty jokes with others, he still does them, but not to the extent that he used to, since you're there to ground him.

all in all, he's by far the cutest and possibly best boyfriend you could get and he loves you to bits hehe

Despair AU - Jabberwock Island

super protective of you as soon as the killing game starts, not to mention super clingy

like, if someone dangerous like fuyuhiko even speaks to you, he's immediately by your side, holding your hand/arm tightly with a stern look on his face.

"the fuck's up with him?" "he thinks you'll kill me." "hah! probably, but only if you seriously piss me off."

teruteru didn't like that >:(

during the party he absolutely insisted that you stick with someone safe while he was working in the kitchen, so you stuck with sonia and gundham for the time being.

and then it happened. the blackout murder of 'byakuya togami'

to say you had a bad feeling about this was an understatement as you were investigating

when you were with teruteru, he acted like nothing happened, but you could see right through him

the class trial was harder than you thought.

his reasoning was an accident, that he thought it was nagito instead of 'byakuya'

before his execution began, you hugged and kissed him goodbye before he was dragged away

after it all, you didn't speak or trust anyone

then monomi pops up, sniffling while holding something red.

"i-i managed to salvage this for you... i th-think he'd want you to have it, so here! please, keep it safe with you at all times so he can keep you safe in spirit!" she spoke as she tied it loosely around your neck

his red scarf.

it gave you a little chunk of hope throughout the killing game for a while until you were killed in your sleep by mikan after contracting the despair disease.

you never expected to wake up until you did; a bright light and pressure on your arms alerting your senses.

"ah! they're waking up!"

it wasn't until you heard the familiar voice, you woke up, eyes darting around and landing on...

"hajime?" "ah, good! can you walk? you're the second to last one to awaken. nagito's still sleeping."

what? you thought you were dead. you were... weren't you.

after some explaing while you two walked, you learnt that

"...everyone's a-alive?... you mean-" "there they are! hey, y/n!"

yea, you cried. but you cried even harder when you and teruteru met eyes.

aaaand he's now extra extra clingy. not that you mind, now that you have your precious baby boy back 💕

#ztarvokronpa #teruteru x reader #teruteru hanamura #danganronpa teruteru #sdr2 teruteru #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa

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lazulirus · 2 years

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FYODOR AND PROMT 9 ??!/! thank you in advance your writing is awesome :(

• Fyodor Dostoevsky and (9) jealous kisses

"No wonder women are so annoyed with you. No one can stand you." Dazai sighs dramatically at such accusations, while Kunikida continues. "No woman or man could deal with you!"

"I'm sure our favourite server would disagree."

You tense up, caught ear-dropping on the conversation while cleaning another table for a good several seconds too long. You keep your customer smile, rag hidden behind you with your nervousness as you ask:

"Is there anything I can help with?"

"Do you think I'm handsome?" You blink, once, twice. Was he pulling a prank? Was that some test from your boss…? You knew that pair for some time now, a loud duo from which Dazai was harder to handle.

"Excuse me?"

"You're such a pretty person, and very attentive!" You blush slightly, they knew you were listening. "Opinion of such a cutie will be great to show him I'm right! And who knows, we can meet later too if I like your answer~"

"Well," you decide to amuse him, "for sure you look like a great boyfriend material," his happiness was contagious, and a smile creeps on your face too, "but I have a boyfriend already, so I gotta pass."

Your lip trembles, blood rushes to your face; you barely refrain from laughter. Dazai's kicked puppy face was the cutest thing you have ever seen - the perfect mix of big, brown, a bit teary eyes, and a sad frown. As he continues his rambling, Kunikida resumes his scolding, you only bow politely and disappear in the back. Your shift ended in a minute or two, and you were already changing your clothing; trembling hands, big smile, other employees could easily guess what you had in plan.

The back exit leads to a small alley, one short enough to easily see both ends and long enough to have a bit of privacy if needed. Small enough to echo your yelp as your eyes meet purple ones way too close just as you open the door; the owner of them chuckles.

"I'm happy to see you too."

"Fyodor!" You pout, but quickly your good humour breaks through the facade, "I missed you." You loved how cold his hands were; cold, delicate, yet always making you feel protected and calm. "Today clients were so annoying, well maybe except for the Agency duo; as funny as always." Seeing the glimpse of interest in his eyes, you tell the tale, still standing in the alley, a routine of yours to leave work worries in that place.

"Hm, I see." He hums, his accent heavier than usual, making his words lull; calming. You couldn't tell if he did it on purpose or not, but it did make the next action unexpected, forced a gasp from your mouth, made your eyes bulge - never was his kiss so spontaneous, fast, angry.

Fyodor always reminded you of winter his country was known for; cold, but with snow delicate in touch and almost as fragile as glass. Somehow, in his fragile body, tired eyes and soft smile, you forgot how bitter winter can be.

How cold can bite your lips, how bitter wind creates goosebumps when it slides across your body, harshly gripping your side, messing your hair. How freezing water can make you gasp - shakily, suddenly.

Fyodor was the winter itself, refusing to let you go, like a sudden snowstorm catching an unsuspected traveller. His kisses were slow, yet somehow aggressive, your bruised lip will tell the tale, refusing to let you go, to even catch a breath - your world becoming Fyodor and only Fyodor.

You almost caught a word from his cold lips, but you weren't sure what he said, your head spinning. Although it was sure - he planned to create a winter so harsh you'll forget Dazai's warmth.

#•Sweet Moments - event #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #fyodor dostoevsky bsd #bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #fyodor dostoevsky x reader

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madamegemknight · 7 months

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Tell me funfact ?

ehehehe fun fact time >:) I have been Obsessed with this story since I first heard it so today I will tell you about how Caroll Spinney (the man who puppeteered Big Bird and Oscar on Sesame Street until 2018) met his wife Debra, a story which is simultaneously the cutest and dumbest story I have ever heard.

It's a long one so under the cut it goes!

In the late 70s, Caroll saw a woman with a pixie haircut working at her desk at the Children's Television Workshop (the group that makes Sesame Street and that is now known as the Sesame Workshop), and was immediately taken with her. Right then and there, he decided to screw up his courage and ask her on a dinner date, which she politely refused - while she appreciated the gesture, she was already married and expected at home to cook dinner for her husband. When recalling the event in his autobiography, The Wisdom of Big Bird, Caroll says that he was upset but not surprised; a woman as beautiful as her had to have already been taken.

Several months later at the CTW's Christmas party, Caroll ran into a woman with a "Dutch Boy" haircut (essentially another name for a pageboy haircut, reference picture below). Once again, he was taken, and spent the night chatting with her and eventually asking if she wanted to sit with him when they started serving dinner - and once again, the woman politely refused, explaining that she couldn't stay at the party due to husband expecting her at home. Caroll was once again respectful, but internally lamented the fact that all the woman he was interested in were apparently married.

Then, a few months after the Christmas party, Caroll was approached by a long-haired woman while recording a Sesame Street album. The two of them immediately hit it off, and while Caroll didn't remember having ever met the woman, he felt as if she knew him. They talked for a while about their personal lives, with the woman (who's name was Debra) mentioning at one point that she'd recently ended her marriage, and while Caroll had to go on tour for Sesame Street and was thus unable to see her for three months, the two met back up after he got back and very quickly fell in love.

AND WHEN I SAY QUICKLY I MEAN "CAROLL PROPOSED 13 DAYS AFTER THEIR FIRST DATE AND SHE IMMEDIATELY SAID YES" QUICKLY.

(years later in the aforementioned Wisdom of Big Bird autobiography, Caroll would say that on the day he proposed he was "more in love than [he'd] ever been in his life" and that there was never a moment he regretted proposing so soon, claiming that he "could have proposed the first night - almost two weeks was too long a wait." if you'll forgive my inner sappy hopeless romantic, WAUGHHH)

Debra and Caroll were together until Caroll passed away in December of 2019, with one of his last on-screen appearances being a cameo in Sesame Street's 50th anniversary celebration with his wife by his side.

The two cared for each other deeply and were nigh-inseparable - a performance done during Caroll's retirement party titled "Great Moments in Spinney History," which walked through the entirety of Caroll's career and highlighted such notable events as the first time he met Jim Henson, even went so far as to make a Debra Muppet (pictured below hugging the man playing Caroll in the performance, Alan Muraoka) to emphasize the impact she'd had on his life. It had taken a while for Caroll to find love, but if he hadn't been rejected by the two women he'd previously met at the CTW, he never would have met Debra, a woman with whom he'd form a relationship filled to the brim with love.

OR AT LEAST THAT'S WHAT HE THOUGHT.

On a trip to Switzerland that Debra had won on a game show a few months after his proposal, she toasted him and thanked him for never giving up on her. Confused by the phrasing of the toast, he asked her what she meant, at which point she stated that if he'd stopped talking to her after their first meeting back when she was still married, they never would have gotten together.

Yes, in a twist you might have seen coming a mile away, DEBRA HAD BEEN ALL THREE WOMEN CAROLL HAD MET AT THE CTW, AND WHAT HE'D MISTAKEN FOR THREE WOMAN WITH DIFFERENT HAIRCUTS HAD BEEN ONE WOMAN WHO'S HAIR HAD GRADUALLY GROWN OUT BECAUSE THAT'S HOW THE PASSAGE OF TIME WORKS. While he'd thought that he had fallen for three separate women, he'd actually fallen for the same woman - his future wife - three times over, a story that's incredibly sweet but also incredibly, incredibly dumb. truly the cringefail romance rep we deserved <3

(pictured above: a man who won a lifetime achievement award but somehow DIDN'T REALIZE THAT HAIR GROWS)

#muppet performer romances are WILD this isn't even the craziest one #(that honor goes to jane and jim henson who are another story entirely lol)#thank you for the ask bear!! sorry it took so long I hope you enjoy your fun fact :)

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armpirate · 1 year

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UNDER YOUR SKIN || JJK || Ch. 2

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: You were awful on anything related to flirting, guys and sex. He was the perfect ladies man. You wanted to get rid of your virginity. And he was there to help you with everything you needed. You didn't have the best start, but that didn't mean you wouldn't have the best of the endings.

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I shake my head and say a low "No", rubbing my hands over my arms before I turn around on my feet.

—But thank you so much.

The last word almost gets stuck in my throat when I see him right in front of where I am, looking at me with a curious look and a tilted head. A bunny bright smile shines on his face when I'm finally aware of my shocked and weird expression.

He's even more beautiful up close.

—Don't worry —I continue, afraid of starting a nonsensical rambling because of my nerves—. I called a cab, so it's all fine.

—A cab this late on the busiest day of the week? —he raises his eyebrows surprised—. Sorry to be the one telling you, but I doubt that cab will ever come. Or —he pauses— it might come, but the driver will have to pick your frozen body up from there —he points to where I am standing.

—I could go back and wait inside —I point to the pub with my head.

And it'd be a great idea if cocktails weren't almost twenty dollars each. Unless I'm thinking of cutting off basic ailments for the rest of the month, I don't think I'll go back inside.

—It's up to you —he shrugs—. I made my offer. A quite tempting one, I dare to say.

I look at him unsure of what my answer should be. He's a stranger, a hot one, but he's still someone I don't know. I know I'm past the age of saying "Don't get in a stranger's car", but considering how dangerous it's been for the past months, I'd say I'm not being childish, but preventive.

He doesn't really seem dangerous though, despite of his looks. He looks chill and relaxed, and his offer seemed genuine.

—I don't want to be a bother —I confess with a low voice.

—You aren't one —he assures me—. But even if you end up being one, I was the one who came up with the idea. So don't worry about that.

—I live in Washington Heights —I warn him.

He puckers his lips, thinking where it might be. His eyes go round as he opens them at the same time his eyebrows raise. He then giggles and shakes his head.

—Just kidding.

He never stops smiling, and even at some point, while he was giggling, he scrunched his nose in the cutest way. The way he acts is the total opposite of what he looks like.

—It's not that far, so I can give you a ride there if you need it —but he stops—. I need to do a stop first though.

He looks at me, asking with the look he's giving me whether I'm okay with that or not. He's doing the favor of taking me home, so it's not like I'm in a position where I can complain if he was planning on going somewhere before meeting me here.

The stranger smiles happily when I say I don't mind it, showing what I think is a hint of a dimple on his right cheek. And before I can process the features of his face, he starts taking his leather jacket off, back to looking exactly like he did when we were both inside.

I'm about to ask him what he's doing, but before the question leaves my lips, I feel his warm jacket covering my exposed arms and hanging heavily on my shoulders. He's driving me home and also giving me his jacket. I was the one who was stupid today, and it's totally deserved if I catch a cold.

—You don't have to. Really —I insist, attempting to take the jacket off.

He walks, not even bothering to look at me as he approaches a black motorbike that's placed near the entrance of the pub -and that I don't remember it was there when I arrived earlier this evening.

—You'll need it —he assures.

Oh, he has the whole bad boy package. I see.

I make my way to him, approaching the intimidating motorbike, shyly. The weight on my shoulders disappears momentarily, when he grabs the flaps of the jacket and raises it up slightly.

—It'll get even colder when you get on —he justifies.

Considering this is probably the first real contact I've had with someone of the opposite sex, and that's not part of my circle of friends or from work, without looking like the dumbest around, I'm proud of myself and how I'm dealing with all of this.

With his help, I put the jacket on, and the weight of it is now divided between my shoulders and my arms -that are totally covered by the sleeves that now hang at the tip of my fingers.

He hops on it with grace, accommodating on the seat so I have enough room to sit right behind him. Letting out a sigh, I lift my left leg and move it over the motorbike until my feet touches the pavement on the other side. I move myself as far as I can from him, feeling unstable and unsure of this.

—You should get closer —his dark eyes pierce at me over his shoulder.

I slide over the seat, until my chest rests against his back and my legs are glued to his. Once the engine roars and sounds vibrations through my body, I unconsciously brace myself to him, wrapping my arms around his torso. His laugh vibrates through his body to mine, and I'm unsure of whether he finds me cute or pathetic at this point.

—Where are the helmets?

—What about them? —he questions back, giving me a funny look before he turns back to the front.

Okay, good. I'm dying tonight.

The muscles on his back tense and relax, as he moves his arms and legs to move the motorbike away from the pavement and back to the road. And it's the exact same way while he's driving it. How relaxed and confident he is would make me feel relaxed if I weren't scared of falling when I least expect it. I hug him tight whenever I feel the motorbike bending more than it should, and I close my eyes to avoid seeing everything while the cold breeze is freezing my face right now. If you don't have money for Botox, then riding a motorbike when it's just six degrees will definitely do the work.

The roar of his motorbike stops all of sudden, and I don't feel it moving anymore. So I dare myself to open my eyes slightly, finding us in front of a tattoo studio. The neon lights are turned off, but I can still see the pink dark tones on the letters.

With a swing of his leg, he places the motorbike stand and hops off.

—You look good on it —he says while looking at me.

I then realize I'm taking too long to get off it, and with his help, I finally stand on safe ground again.

—You work here?

As if the tattoos on his right arm and the piercings on his lip and ears weren't a huge give away, he nods and smiles before opening the door. He assures me it'll be fast while he closes the door behind me and heads to one of the rooms.

I don't even know his name, yet here I am, waiting in a dark place, while there's no one outside nor in here. I'm doing absolutely everything I shouldn't be doing.

I move around the place, seeing some of the designs hanging on the walls behind the counter, at least I see as much as I'm allowed to by the lights from the street. Under each one of the designs, there are some names that keep repeating. Jungkook, Leslie and Mark are the ones that appear the most, with four or five designs each. The works are diverse, all drawn with different techniques and styles.

—You like them?

His voice on my back makes me jump. It was all silent, I didn't hear him approaching me.

—They're cool. Which ones are yours?

He points to those designs signed by Jungkook. Yeah, his style is way too diverse to try and label it. He goes from dark and creepy drawings, to a romantic and delicate rose.

While I'm busy admiring his work, his hand rests on the crystal counter filled with different piercings, and suddenly I think he's way too close. I turn around slowly, facing that same sided smile he was throwing at me back in the pub. His free hand goes over my ear, and when it's back on sight, he's carrying a condom between his fingers.

Can't believe he pulled the old coin trick with a condom.

—Seriously? —I raise my eyebrow.

—Oh c'mon, what are you here for then?

—A ride back home? —I reply as if it were obvious.

—So you eye me for almost an hour, playing that interesting and mysterious game, agree on me taking you home, although you don't even know my name... And all you wanted is a ride back home?

—Yes —I push him away—. When did I ever imply I'd fuck with you? And here? —I look around.

At most, I only wanted to get his number after he dropped me off.

I see him slide his tongue through his cheek, the bulge on his face moving slowly until it reaches the corners of his mouth. He's clearly pissed off.

—Do you realize I ignored a possible good fuck for you?

—And what the fuck do I have to do with it? You were the one who followed me outside.

—Because you kept checking me out and thought you were interested —he sighs, letting out a slow laugh—. But you were only being a cocktease.

That comment is the last straw before I take his jacket off and throw it at his face. I've been called that way too many times by dudes that wouldn't understand why I didn't want to go further with them, and he isn't being an exception.

—Fuck you —I spit, opening the door.

The cold air hits me again harder than ever. I was getting too used to that thick jacket around me and the warm weather inside the tattoo studio.

He doesn't reply back, he only looks away while his hands hang on both sides of his hips. Calling me a cocktease... Every single time I remember that word, my blood boils. And it just happens to go through my mind at the very same time I walk next to his motorbike. With anger clouding my mind, I lift my left leg and kick it against the deposit, on the opposite direction where is resting over the stand.

I don't even wait to see it fall or see his reaction. Only thing I want right now is to go back home, and hope I can erase this shitty night from my memory.

#fanfic #ff #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkookxreader #jk #bts #wattpad #kookie #smut #jungkook smut #tattoistjk #tattooau #armpirate

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kagiura-akira · 6 months

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new fears

Summary: Hirano and Kagiura drop off their daughter at school for her first day of kindergarten. Kagi is definitely not a mess, and he's definitely not going to have a breakdown once he's forced to leave. Luckily, Hirano is there to help him no matter what.

The 5th installment of my kagihira parent AU

Rating: G

Words: 1800

AO3 link

"Well, here we are." Staring up at the words "Fujisawa Elementary" embedded in the wrought iron arch above a black gate, Kagi took a deep breath in, his breathing shaky on the exhale. He gripped his daughter's hand in his right and held a small pink backpack with a green dinosaur in his left hand. His feet wouldn't move. Couldn't move. If he took even one step, he was afraid he'd crumple where he stood and become a sobbing mess on the sidewalk.

The small hand in his gripped two of his fingers in reassurance - it was all Asami could grasp of Kagi's large hands with such small fingers in comparison.

"Daddy, it'll be ok. Don't cry. You'll make Papa cry too." Kagi, whose eyes were understandably brimming with tears, looked over at his husband. For the most part, Hirano was unbothered, but a shiny spot on his cheek betrayed a tear or two streaming down his face.

"Aww, honey, don't cry," he said as he let go of Asami's hand to help her slip her arms through the backpack, trying to focus all of the attention on Hirano to make himself less of a spectacle. It was unusual to see a blubbering man in his thirties outside the elementary school's gate, even on the first day of school, and Kagi stood out more than most others would due to his height, so he attracted more attention just by trying to redirect it away from himself.

Hirano laughed at his hypocrisy. "Please, you're one step away from a full meltdown, Akira."

Asami giggled, "Daddy, you're so cute. Isn't he, Papa?"

Hirano snickered. "Yeah, the cutest, only second to you, princess," he said.

As more and more elementary students began to trickle into the gate as they stood there, Kagi figured it was about time to let her go in. He checked his watch - only 5 more minutes until the bell would ring.

"Do they let parents inside for drop off?" he wondered aloud, turning to Hirano. The other shrugged. The experience was new to both of them, so they looked around for other parents of first year students in particular.

"There!" Kagi shouted a bit too loudly as he pointed at a man and woman ushering a small child about Asami's age through the gate, each one holding one of her hands. He turned to Hirano like a puppy dog begging for a treat, eyes big and watery as he pouted.

"What are you looking at me for?" Hirano laughed.

"Can we go in too? Pleaseeee!"

"I think you should be asking her," he said, patting their daughter on the head. "Asa-chan, will you let Daddy and Papa walk you to your classroom just for today?" He placed his other hand on Kagi's shoulder, squeezing it lightly in a reassuring way.

Asami thought hard for a couple seconds, placing her finger on her chin for dramatic effect. "Hmm... I think it's ok since today is special. I want you to see my new school too!"

Kagi smiled softly at his little girl, his pride and joy, thinking she was starting to take after Hirano with her considerate personality. "Okay, I think it's time to go, then."

Asami grinned a miniature Hirano-like grin, then did an about-face and took each of her fathers by the hand, leading the way forward. The three of them stood out a little as they walked side-by-side into the school. It couldn't be helped partially due to Kagi's height making them stand out, but of the few couples and some single parents escorting their children to their new classrooms, they were the only same sex couple. They weren't by any means out of place, though. Kagi squeezed the tiny hand in his lightly, trying to reassure himself. He'd had a few rogue thoughts of "what if" situations the night before, but now that the time had come, a small fear of how Asami's classmates might treat her because of her less common familial composition took root in the back of his mind. But as they reached the end of the hallway where her kindergarten classroom was located, he was relieved that there were no odd glances from whispering parents or questions from curious children. Most people seemed unbothered, as was Asami herself.

"Ok, this is it Asa-chan. Are you ready to go in?" Hirano asked, having stopped just a couple feet from the threshold of the open classroom door.

"Yeah!"

Their surroundings bloomed into a colorful wonderland theme as they stepped into the room - the teacher's theme of choice for the school year. Kagi's eyes were drawn to the illustration of the white rabbit with a pocket watch on the wall next to the chalkboard. He pointed it out to her, "Hey, look at the rabbit on the wall over there!" It was sure to become Asami's favorite thing about school given her love of bunnies. And sure enough, her eyes lit up with glee.

"Bunny!" she said as she rushed toward the decoration on the wall to inspect further.

"Good morning!" A younger woman said from behind the desk at the front of the classroom. "You must be..." she trailed off as she scanned down the list of unaccounted for students, only having one or two names left, "...the Kagiura family?"

"That's right," Kagi spoke up first. "Kagiura Akira. A pleasure to meet you," he introduced himself with a polite bow of his head.

"Hira- err, Kagiura Taiga," Hirano said with a similar gesture. "Old habits, you know?" He scratched the back of his neck, a small blush forming on his cheeks.

"Well, Taiga-san, Akira-san, it's nice to meet you," the woman said as she rose from her desk to bow to them in return. "Inoue Arisa. I'll be your daughter's teacher this year. And you must be Asami-chan?" She directed her attention toward Asami, signaling for her to come back over to introduce herself.

"Yep!" She ran back over to stand by Kagi.

"It sounds like you'll have lots of fun this year, Asa-chan. Be sure to get along well with your new friends, and treat Inoue-sensei well," Hirano said, trying to fill the awkward silence that remained after their introductions. "Papa and Daddy have to go now, so give us a hug before the bell rings."

Hirano gripped Kagi's hand subtly at his side, knowing what was coming as Asami leapt at both of them. Kagi caught her with one of his own arms as Hirano completed the hug with his opposite arm.

"Have fun at school today," Kagi managed to say with a sniffle as he kissed the top of her head. Tears streamed down his face, his cheeks red and puffy from crying.

"I will!"

"And make sure you eat your peppers at lunch," Hirano added.

She pulled back and scrunched up her face, "Blehhhh!"

"Alright, kiddo. Behave," Hirano said as he tousled her hair playfully, also kissing her forehead.

"Bye Papa, bye Daddy. I love you lots," she said with a couple exaggerated kisses to each of her fathers' cheeks.

"Bye, baby," Kagi said, head hanging down on her little shoulder. He stayed there a few moments too long, so Hirano squeezed his shoulder to get him to stand back up. Then he nudged Asami forward to encourage her to go meet her new classmates.

"It was nice to meet you, Inoue-sensei," Hirano called as he steered Kagi out of the classroom with a little wave.

After he slid the classroom door shut, Kagi came to a halt in front of Hirano without warning, causing his nose to collide with his back. He looked back at the classroom door hesitantly, silently staring for several moments.

"Akki, it's time to go," Hirano said softly, grasping both Kagi's shoulders as he steered him into the hallway.

"But- but-" Kagi's lips quivered and brows furrowed together.

"We've both got work to do," Hirano said. "As much as I'd love to hang around outside her classroom all day, I don't really want to do that. She'll be fine."

"But, my babygirl- S-she's growing up," Kagi said with a sniffle and a quivering voice.

"Our babygirl," Hirano reminded him. "And yes, that's kind of how it works."

"It's like she could barely walk just yesterday," Kagi wiped his cheek with his forearm.

"I know, I get it. I do. Really." With one hand, Hirano rubbed his back in small circles as he continued to direct him toward the set of double doors down the hallway that led back to the gate. With the other, he covertly blotted his own cheek with his sleeve.

"Soon she won't need us anymore," Kagi hiccupped, allowing himself to be pushed back over the threshold of the double doors, back outside. Hirano led him over to a bench, where he sat him down and took a seat next to him, holding both of his hands in his own. His slender fingers slipped through the spaces between Kagi's perfectly as he played with the wedding band on his hand, running his thumb over it occasionally as he traced circles over the skin of Kagi's palm.

"First of all, I think you're approximately ten years too early to start thinking about that. Second of all, you know that's not true," he said, freeing one of his hands to bring it to Kagi's cheek and wiping his face with the sleeve of his sweater. "She'll always need us. You've never once thought you don't need your parents, have you?"

Kagi shook his head.

"Then there you go. She's not so different from you, you know." Hirano leaned in to kiss his cheek and then his forehead, then his nose, and finally a soft peck on his lips. "I'm proud of you."

"Taiga-saaaan!" Kagi whined, face turning redder for a different reason now. He dipped his head lower to rest it on Hirano's shoulder. "You're going to make my heart leap out of my chest like that!"

"Glad to know I can still do that after 17 years," Hirano chuckled and poked his cheek.

"Ah! Stop teasing me!" he pouted. "That reminds me- Hirano Taiga? It's been ten years, and you still haven't broken that habit?" Kagi nudged him in the side with his elbow.

"Well, you know, old habits die hard," Hirano excused himself. "Kagi-kun," he stressed his old nickname as he reached up to ruffle his hair playfully.

As they walked back home like that, joking with each other and laughing, Kagi was glad they were still able to laugh with each other the way they did when they were younger. If the last decade and a half was any indication, it'd stay that way for another 10, 20, or even 30 years from now, even after Asami grew up and started a family of her own. And he knew he could get through it as long as he had Hirano by his side.

After all, they meant it when they promised the rest of their lives to each other.

#hirano to kagiura #kagihira #hirakagi #hirano taiga #kagiura akira #kagihira parent au

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abarbaricyalp · 1 year

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Fuck it Friday

Thanks @burnthatbridge for the tag! I've got a wip that I've been dying to talk about (mostly to motivate me to finish it)

The park wasn't officially open yet, which meant much of Buck's job was giving tours to people who couldn't care less about the animals. Rather than the wealth of fun facts and trivia he'd been hired to spout off, he had to field questions like "What are the dining and snack options and price range?" (I'm not sure, you'll have to ask hospitality. I don't think the menu is set.) "What are the return investments looking like already with these pre-tours?" (I wouldn't know. Did you know that stegosaurus--) "How expensive is this loam? Can't we use something else?" (We should be using something else. This isn't the right composition.)

So when he was gearing up for yet another afternoon of missing all the sights in favor of trying to work out 'would there be a hotel on the property?' (No, it was a habitat, not Disney) he was not in the best mood possible. Not until the lobby doors opened and an actual kid walked through them. Buck extricated himself from the group of boring adults in boring suits so quickly he almost tripped over his feet.

"Hey, buddy!" he greeted with a wide grin. "What brings you out today?"

The kid was probably ten or eleven, with curly dark blonde hair and red glasses that Buck was a little endeared by. He walked with brace crutches that matched his glasses and was wearing the cutest pair of little kid cargo pants and hiking boots.

"You know those make-a-wish things?" he asked and waited for Buck to nod. "Do you know they have some for non-terminal kids?"

"Chris!" the man behind the boy groaned.

"What?! It's true!" Chris insisted.

Buck grinned at him and then looked up at his guardian, which was a mistake because the man was so gorgeous, Buck kind of hated him on principle. He refocused his attention on the kid.

"Well, I've gotta tell you, you're kind of making my wish come true too. I've been waiting for another expert to help me with all these newbies." He gestured to the rest of the group who were undoubtedly discussing stocks or something.

Chris beamed at him and the man behind him ruffled his hair. "He's definitely an expert," he agreed. "I don't know why we came. He knows everything already."

"No, I don't!" Chris argued. "And that's not the point. You can see them here."

Buck grinned and nodded. "You sure can, kid. Welcome to Jurassic Park."

Open tag for anyone with anything they want to share!

#911 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #buddie #buddie fic #writing

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fourseasonsfigs · 6 months

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Zombie Bunny and Strange Meow: Part One

We continue our Halloween week with the world's cutest little haunts! Junbaobao and Hanbao are here to make your Halloween sweet, not scary!

The second I saw this costume set listed I knew I had to have it. I love holiday themed things, they're so fun. Growing up, my mom had a hutch display that she would decorate for each holiday, with her little dolls and teddy bears all dressed up. I always thought as an adult I would have a holiday hutch too, not realizing now much work it is to festively think out and arrange an area every year. Sadly, it never happened. But now, I am certainly accruing enough bao outfits to easily do so!

Unfortunately, because of the tremendous detail and excessive cuteness of this set, the 30-photo limit per post is not allowing me to do both costumes together. Not in the level of detail I want to, anyway. So today is Part One, Zombie Bunny. Come back tomorrow for Part Two, Strange Meow!

Here is the costume set listing that I fell in love with:

Adorable even on these random dolls! I could only imagine how cute they would look on the baos. The name of the listing only solidified it - Zombie Bunny and Strange Meow. Any cat themed outfit could be only be destined for a Hanbao! Junbaobao is cute enough to be anything, he can certainly be a bunny zombie!

I bought this set back in May, thinking I was leaving ample time for it to arrive in time for Halloween, but I will tell you it just arrived at home here in mid-October. Not much time to spare! I'm really happy it got here in time, because it is SO CUTE.

The two outfits were sold separately. Each one had so many pieces they came in two separate bags!

We're going to start with my Junbaobao due to my total obsession with this doll and his zombie bunny costume. Technically, this costume is not a zombie but a jiangshi, an undead hopping vampire. So, the bunny aspect is quite apropos!

Here's the front of the full 6-piece set. I actually saved the earring for Hanbao, because we all know who wears earrings around here, and it's not Junjun.

And here's the back! The detail on all of this is just lovely, I can't wait for you to see the closeups.

Awww our little man, looking ADORABLE. The little jingle bell bows on his pants came pre-tied, thankfully. Oops, I see i didn't arrange one of the bows correctly so it laid flat. It does, you'll see it later.

I took a side shot here so you could see the slashed color inset - such a nice touch! The material is indeed pearly and shimmery.

And the back. I'm always a bit worried about clothes fitting over the chonky bao proportions, but the pants went on just fine.

Here we have him with the little shoes - I love the gold ginkgo ornaments!

Ah you can really see the golden opalescence in the pants fabric here.

Here he is with the bunny top. So cute! As you can see, he's showing off a sliver of tummy here. You can also see I finally smoothed the other bow down, but I forgot to smooth down the ginkgo ornaments!

It was a little bit of a squeeze, but I got him into the top!

Now we have the collar. the purple ribbons there are wired, so you can move them around as you see fit. So I'm going to point out here that the actual look for this outfit, as shown in the sales pic, is for the collar to be turned the other way around, which shows off the zombie bunny patch, and allows for the purple ribbons to wrap around his arms (and so the puff is his bunny tail!). I actually really like it this way because I like the ribbons doing fun things like this, but, it's the wrong way, so back it goes.

He's so cute, I can't even stand it.

And the little cottontail! It is indeed very cute like this.

And here is the whole costume (minus the earring)! I love it.

Here's a shot of the clasp - you just slide the flower circle sideways into the clasp opening, and then turn it flat again to close it. It's beautiful, and you can see some of the nice embroidery here. The brocade is stiffened, so you have a nice shape to the collar.

Here's a close up shot of the bunny patch on his little jacket and the pretty ornament on his necklace. As an extra bonus, you get a little peek of bao belly! MAY I also say it's an entirely cute zoom in of Junbaobao's perfect, perfect face. Gong Jun the person is gorgeous, but his bao counterpart isn't any less so!

Oops, I could have pulled his hat down a little in back. It fits very nicely, actually.

Alright! Time for some fig-style 360-degree shots of the cutest bunny zombie ever!

How is he so cute I don't even know. I love him so much!

Read on for Part 2, Strange Meow, and some shots of the two cuties together!

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#gong jun #zhang zhehan #cubao #hanbao #word of honor cast #shl cast #junzhe #figthusiast #bunny zombie #wow that's the first tag of bunny zombie #good job junbaobao honey #halloween #jiangshi #REALLY cute jiangshi though

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theatrekidstatus · 9 months

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Chapter 4: TW:too much rizz and s/h (fr)

Y/n pov: i wake up and I'm the first one I hide Greg and get changed into this

Not the book,candle,phone, "cute fit" "thanks" i turn around and see

"can-t sa-y th-e sa-me" god why did I try to be a smart mouth "can't say much can you" (a/n:bully rizz) "🙄" "no finger?" "🖕🏾" "nah I ment your ring finger" "smo-oth" "like your lips" "ok ca-lm do-wn" "shit my bad" "you're good" "aww there flirting" lin took a pic of us "what the fuck are you doing" "nothing" "can we get breakfast" "sure" "WAIT WHERE IS MY BONNET" jazzy yells "probably in Africa by now" nea says "for real" I add (bonnets are the real Ops)"oh there it is" "everyone get dressed we're getting food" "cool" everyone got dressed up and we went to Waffle House (a/n:shut up) Im getting waffle,bacon,grits, "y'all isn't that waiter kinda cute" jazzy ask

"ooooh jazzy's crushing" "🖕🏽" "hey that's mine thing" the waiter comes over "hello pretty ladies what might you be ordering" "can I get eggs and waffle" pippa asks "can I get bacon eggs and a waffle" nea asks "waffle,bacon,grits,please" jazzy looking at him like a dork "ma'am" "huh" "what would you like" "your number" she whispers "excuse me" "grits and bacon please" "ok "aww" "shut up" 25 minutes later "jazz call your boyfriend over" pip says "oh he's coming over" "ah shit" jazzy wipes food off her faces and puts lip stick back on "do I look ok" "👍🏾" "good" "are you pretty girls ready for the check" "yeah" "oh I think you need this" he puts the plate shit in the middle and gave jazzy a napkin we got to the car "jazzy there something right here" "wait do y'all that's why he gave me the napkin" "🤷🏽‍♀️" "ugh" she pulls it out and squeals "what happened" "he wrote his number on the napkin" "eee" we all squeal "omg he heard me" "damn" "shush y/n this a good thing jazz" nea said we make it back to the theatre "how was y'all food" Lin ask "good" "we all said "jazzy left with a new boyfriend" "I did that shit" "for real twin" "we got 5 hours till rehearsal so let's just chill - and no you can't go back to sleep" "ughhh" we said "wait I saw the cutest puppy on insta imma show y'all" "k" "cool" "sure" I get on my search thing and I see Lin posted it was me and ant "favorite couple" was the caption "🙄" I check the comments "she's so ugly" "he could do better" "ant I thought we were better than this" "she's so fugly" "man Ramos check my dm's you'll move on real quick" I throw my phone and run to the back I took my bag i was crying so hard "I check my bag I found my old blade I was gonna throw it away but it looked REAL helpful right about now I held it to my wrist I hear long repetitive loud knocks" "y/n please you've been clean for so long please please please the comments aren't true your beautiful and I love you I'll delete the post and all the comments please" Lin cried through the door while trying to break the door "y/n please I love you" I hear it was ... ant he loves me I stand up and open the door Lin ran and hugged me "I love you don't ever scare me like that" I just start crying "let it out sh sh sh let it out come on" he picks me up "y/n are you ok" the girls ask "mhm" I Mutter "today has been a stressful day so everyone can leave and head to my apartment to check on y/n" at the apartment "wait did you want people over DONT LIE" "yeah I love them" "ok..." "I hear a knock at the door" "you're the only without a car yet you're here first and you brought gifts" "can I see her" "sure" "I look up it's ant" "hi do you want some chocolate?" "Hell yeah" he snickers "so you... love me" he looks down "I think so" "I think I LIKE you " "really" "yeah" "do we date now?" "Can we" "sure" he had a little smile "you smile is so cute" "thank you" "look how the table have turned I use to be the nervous one" "I'm not nervous" "what happened to the boy whit w rizz and confidence" he's right here" "wha-" im cut of by his lips on mine I just look at him "im sorry" and ran away Lin came in and I told him everything "I'll call him" "no lin please" "ok" everyone came over and I said everything from the comments to ant "yn/n I'm sorry" "it's ok it's been a hard day I kinda wanna eat and sleep" "oh of course" "I'm sorry" "DONT say sorry it's just boundaries" "let's go ya'll" "k" they all left "I made your favorite" "thank you chef Lin" I eat it and the food was really good I hop in bed and sleep my ass off.

Anthony Ramos pov: I wake up i notice y/n is up she's not at my side I go to the bathroom and get ready I see y/n I saw "cute fit" "thanks" "can-t sa-y th-e sa-me" "can't say much can you" "🙄" "no finger?" "🖕🏾" "nah I ment your ring finger" "smo-oth" "like your lips" "ok ca-lm do-wn" "shit my bad" "you're good" "aww there flirting" lin took a pic of us "what the fuck are you doing" "nothing" "can we get breakfast" "sure" "WAIT WHERE IS MY BONNET" jazzy yells "probably in Africa by now" nea says "for real" y/n added "oh there it is" "everyone get dressed we're getting food" "cool" everyone got dressed up and we went to Waffle House oak was talking bout his plan too ask pippa same with davved and nea "Ramos when are you gonna ask out middle" "WHO?" "y/n" he whispered "ohhh idk why'd you say middle" he just 🖕🏿 me "ohh" "yeah" "y'all are grown men and can't talk to your crush" Chris chimed in "I can't imagine not dating your crush" groff says as he touches Lins hand "yeah baby" "get a booth"

A little later

"how was y'all food" Lin ask "good" "we all said "jazzy left with a new boyfriend" "I did that shit" "for real twin" "we got 5 hours till rehearsal so let's just chill - and no you can't go back to sleep" "ughhh" we said "im so tired I tell the guys" "same" "for real" "yeah" I see y/n running away crying "what happened we ask the girls" "we don't know" i pick up her phone and read some strange comments i was nauseous i show them and Lin said "on no" we run after Lin he dose long repetitive loud knocks" "y/n please you've been clean for so long please please please the comments aren't true your beautiful and I love you I'll delete the post and all the comments please" Lin cried through the door while trying to break the door I was so upset I just yell "y/n please I love you" everyone looked at me and tears down my face as i didn't hear anything from her she and opened the door Lin ran and hugged her "I love you don't ever scare me like that" she just started crying "let it out sh sh sh let it out come on" he picked her up "y/n are you ok" the girls ask "mhm" she muttered Mutter "today has been a stressful day so everyone can leave and head to my apartment to check on y/n at the apartment" "you're the only without a car yet you're here first and you brought gifts" "can I see her" "sure" "hi do you want some chocolate?" "Hell yeah" he snickers "so you... love me" i look down "I think so" "I think I LIKE you " "really" "yeah" "do we date now?" "Can we" "sure" he had a little smile "you smile is so cute" "thank you" "look how the table have turned I use to be the nervous one" "I'm not nervous" "what happened to the boy whit w rizz and confidence" he's right here" "wha-" im cut of by his lips on mine I just look at her "im sorry" and ran away

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