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causenessus · 3 months

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Love Languages. | Bungou Stray Dogs

inc: dazai, chuuya, akutagawa, tecchou, jouno

written in 2nd pov (female reader implied)

song recc: do you love by trish toledo & baby bash

word count: 2324 words

pretty sure everything is written in lowercase except for names if they didn't look ugly capitalized bc aesthetics !!! had tons of fun writing this I apologize, this is barely proofread and for literally every character I got too caught up in specific examples and scenarios and just kept building off of it but I think they're kind of sweet so I hope u enjoy <3

dazai osamu - acts of service

“she peels an orange for us in the morning / she woke me up to give me half” golden girl - frank ocean

he’s terrible at taking care of himself, so someone who takes the time to care for him just makes every wall crumble

he’s probably horrible at remembering to eat as well, so if you make something for him he’ll treasure it forever

bonus points if your job requires you to wake up earlier than him (which isn’t hard, he def comes in a little later than his coworkers) and you leave something for him to eat when he wakes up or to take with him to work (or both <3)

he’ll start to look forward to waking up in the mornings in hope that you’ve made him something

never asks you if you’ll make something in specific or if you’ll even make him something at all. he adores anything you make and doesn’t want to make you feel obliged to do something if you happen to be tired and don’t want to cook tomorrow

voices all his appreciation for you when you both have laid down to go to sleep

“bella, I can’t tell you how much it means to me, all that you do. you really don’t have to make me anything if it’s a hassle in the morning or when you get home. you already work so hard.”

you turned onto your other side to face him, pushing a stray lock of hair behind his ear as you smiled, “I do it because I want to, ‘Samu. and because I love you. if I can’t spend the day with you because we’re both at work, at least I can take care of you.”

his chest buzzed with so much happiness his eyes stung for a moment. he held himself back from saying that he didn’t deserve you. saying something like that wouldn’t solve anything. instead, he’d make himself worthy of you by helping out as well

he probably can’t cook very well but he finds other ways to help, washing the dishes, doing the laundry, getting groceries, and cleaning the place so that there’s less on your plate

ask him to do anything and he’ll get it done for you as soon as possible <3

I think that for him, receiving such sweet love without any words is foreign to him but is just what he needs. he’d rather show how much he loves you than say it (although he loves to tell you it as well). getting out of bed could be so difficult for him some days, yet having a goal for himself has motivated him to become a better person. he wakes up, excited for what you may have made him and ready to do whatever he can for you

nakahara chuuya - gift giving

“they asked, ‘do you love her to death?’ I said, ‘speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life.’” - mahmoud darwish

it’s easier for him to express how much you mean to him by giving you everything you want and everything he thinks you would like

he still tells you that he loves you every chance he gets, but oftentimes it is accompanied by a gift, no matter how small it may be, from just a single rose to a whole garden

for him, it gives a new purpose in his work; he’s working in order to get you whatever your pretty heart desires

he’s proud to use his hard-earned money to buy you things (rather than spending it all on wine <3 ily chuuya)

the easiest thing he can always get you is a favorite snack or drink and he’s got a whole system for it

he knows every store it’s available at and many of the clerks are familiar with him from the sheer amount of times he’s visited them to buy something for you. it never grows old for him, his favorite thing to do is buy you something on his way home from work or during the day when he’s planning to surprise you with a visit

he keeps a mental list of what your favorite things are. you’ll tell him about something you like without thinking anything of it but he’s already planned out when and how to give the item to you. it’s always on his mind what he’ll buy you each day, and it’s always worth it seeing you enjoy whatever he’s bought you

sometimes it’s as simple as a coffee and he’ll drop by your work to give it to you in person

“hanging in there, Angel? need a little pick-me-up?” he has the biggest smile on his face every time he sees you, and bringing a gift for you with him only adds to his excitement

“you spoil me, Chuuya,” you wrap your arms around his neck, leaning further into him as he holds you in his arms.

“what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?” he responds, rubbing your back as you sigh.

receiving gifts from you is just as sweet. no one has ever given him as many gifts as he’s given others–which is fine with him–it’s not about what he’ll get in return and he knows that not everyone expresses their love the way he does

but he’s touched whenever you get him something. since giving gifts is so meaningful to him, it means even more that someone would go through the trouble to give something back to him

he’ll keep whatever you get him close to him at all times and smile every time he sees it or remembers it

once, you bought him a new chain for his hat and he hasn’t changed it since. it only made the hat more special to him now that it reflects two people that had changed his life

akutagawa ryunosuke - words of affirmation

“my love, you are worth it all.”

we all know how the boy responded to dazai’s praise or even simply just the words “dazai wants to talk to you”

to hear a person who has persisted through his stubborn, aggressive defense say they still love him causes him to start to soften for you

he’s been surrounded by harsh words and people who have exploited him and brushed him to the side whenever he wasn’t needed all his life, so it stirs his heart to hear someone notice things about him and who tells him that they want to stay with him

it’s something reserved for solitary moments just between the two of you for sure, but that makes the time all the more special because he can let down his guard and just be with you

his past has made it hard for him to believe he is worthy of anything other than the murderous skills he’s harnessed in order to get him to where he is in the Mafia, but you’ve shown him that there’s more to him than just how well he can use Rashomon

he never bothers to try and listen to what other people are saying but he always gives his full attention to anything you have to say

he doesn’t even like to hear compliments from anyone else, he doesn’t trust them at all but he trusts and believes anything you tell him, knowing you have the purest intentions of loving and supporting him

after a job, all he wants to do is go home. by the end of the day, he’s sick of everyone around him so on the rare occasion that you decide to visit him, he won’t even notice until you call out to him

he had just finished a job, it was successful, but it had gotten messy. Mori had already told him off and he didn’t want to hear anything from anyone else. he stormed past every piece of vermin that had decided to get in his way, their whispers just barely reaching his ears

“Ryu!” you called out from amongst them, waiting by a door.

“What?” he hadn’t meant to snap, especially when he realized it was you talking to him and his face immediately relaxed when he saw you.

“oh, [y/n].” he immediately started to make his way towards you, the pounding in his head slowly starting to disappear the closer

“I came to pick you up, I’m glad I had good timing,” you smiled, offering your hand.

he took it gently, giving it a soft squeeze, “I’m sorry I responded so rudely, I didn’t–”

“you’re okay, Ryu,” you placed your other hand on top of it, looking him straight in the eyes, keeping a loving smile on your face, “you don’t ever have to be sorry. you’re doing just fine. even better, actually. I’m so proud of all your work and I’m sure you’re tired after everything today. it looked busy.”

the words erased every memory of Mori’s scolding that his head had latched on to in order to beat himself down later on. he felt his cheeks warm a little as he looked away, “you’re too kind to me, [y/n].”

tries his best to also put into words his appreciation but it’s so hard for him to verbally say it; sometimes it comes out wrong

instead, he’s opted for notes most of the time, leaving them on your bedside or in your bag, telling you how thankful he is for you and that he loves you

suehiro tecchou - quality time

“on the train we swapped seats, you wanted the window and I wanted to look at you.” - mahmoud darwish

my boy is always so busy

as soon as he’s off work he just wants to be wherever you’re at

he’d doesn’t mind silence and doesn’t care where he is as long as he’s with you

sometimes gets off work and if you’re not home yet just sneaks into your workplace to be around you

adores following you around and doesn’t always know exactly what you’re doing but he’s just happy to tag along

grocery store dates are some of his favorite moments with you

he loves everything about convenience stores

he loves food and the endless aisles of colorful packages and choices

(it gives him ideas for new food combinations <3)

once bought a himalayan salt shaker simply because

“look [y/n]! they make pink salt :0”

later put said pink salt on top of strawberry ice cream bc they were both pink

he also loves getting to look around the store all the while following you. he admires your organized grocery lists and how you’ve already planned out what you’re going to buy

once you tried to send him out to grab something in an area you’d already passed so that you could continue going down the list

“can you go grab some carrots for me, love? sorry, I forgot to pick them up when we were in the produce section.”

“of course 🙂” his heart is shattering inside of him at the thought of being separated from you.

“do you want to stay with me and we’ll go back later?” you ask, looking up at him with a knowing smile.

“yes pls”

groceries stores are not the only place you guys go tho i promise

if you’re still in school, he’ll accompany you on study dates

never bothers you under any circumstances and if he is and you tell him he’ll stop right away

he could spend all day looking at your pretty face even if you never once looked at him <3

jouno saigiku - physical touch

“you kiss the back of my legs and I want to cry / the sun has come this close, only the sun” “GPS” - Shauan Barbosa

although he can’t see you, he knows your body by heart <3

he’s spent so much time tracing it over and over with his hands

i think his favorite thing to do, especially after a long day at work is flop onto you and just listen to your heartbeat. probably also intertwines one of his hands with yours, often runs other across your skin

loves when you touch him just as much

if he’s lying on top of you and you decide to run a hand through his hair, all of his problems have just melted away

you both have definitely fallen asleep like that countless times no matter what time of day it is

he’s always finding ways to be in close contact with you, making sure that you’re safe and near him

again, he loves loves loves to hold your hand, he’ll reach for it any chance he gets

will also settle for an arm around your shoulder though as long as you’re close to him

definitely the type to also rest his head on top of yours or on your shoulder every chance he gets

if he needs to fidget he won’t even play with his own fingers he’ll just play with yours

i think that with the loss of one sense, the other senses hold so much meaning for him

it’s easier and more meaningful for him to show his love and how much he trusts you through touch rather than just saying it out loud

comes up from behind you to hug you a lot, especially in the kitchen or when you’ve just come home he’s there immediately, hugging you to recharge

“how was your day, my love?”

you always relax in his arms, turning your head slightly to kiss his face which he’s let rest on your shoulder, “it was missing you.”

he placed a chaste kiss on your lips, “i’ll make it all up to you now, darling.”

there was one time that he let you do his hair

he’s never told you how much he enjoyed it; he didn’t even know what you had done to it, but being near your warmth is all he needs and can ask for <3

#dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #dazai osamu #chuuya x reader #nakahara chuuya x reader #nakahara chuuya #akutagawa x reader #akutagawa ryunosuke x reader #tecchou x reader #tecchou suehiro x reader #jouno x reader #jouno saigiki x reader #bsd x reader #bsd headcanons

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tommysversion · 1 year

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I see you're asking for smutty Din requests. May I suggest you my favorite?

Breeding Kink Dom!Din?? 👀

[[ Anon!! I’m so sorry this took so long, it’s literally been in my drafts/WIPs for like?? Three?? Weeks??? But I finally managed to finish it and I hope you like it!!! ]]

CWs: smut / literally very little plot / established relationship / daddy kink if you squint / breeding kink / soft dom Din / praise kink / unsafe sex / oral sex (f!receiving) / spicy language / religious undertones (may be considered blasphemous?) /

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Din has no idea what the hell has come over him. Normally he’s the epitome of a gentleman; kind, soft spoken, honourable, respectful. Everything a man should be, everything he was raised to be. Everything the Creed teaches. The way he’s currently thinking and feeling? Is the very opposite.

He’s been having these dark thoughts all day. Not dark as in cruel, or evil. Dark as in sinful. Dark as in something forbidden. And it’s all your goddamn fault. Not that you know it, of course. No, you have no idea what you’re doing to him, and that makes it all the worse.

It’s the way you play at swords with the foundlings. The way you are so quick to repair torn tunics or bandage scraped knees. The way you always make sure to bring back cakes and sweets for each child whenever adventure calls Din and yourself away from the covert. Much of what little money you have, you spend on the children, asking nothing in return. You don’t even get to see them smile; most of the children are old enough to have spoken the Creed. This doesn’t seem to bother you either; you smile enough for all of them, beam bright like the sun at the shrieks of joy that are passed through the foundlings whenever you open your backpack, hands full of treats, treasures spilling into eager smaller hands like a rainbow.

You are not Mandalorian, but the way you treat the children, the way you smile so easily, speak so respectfully - especially when asking a question about their culture - has endeared you to his people. Made you one of them, without being one of them.

The Creed teaches to be selfless. To be humble. To not want, not for selfish reasons. To want, to covet, is a sin, a transgression. And yet, he’s only human.

It’s not the first time the thought has crossed his mind. Only, before, he was able to push it away. To dismiss it as a fanciful, fleeting thought alone. It’s harder to ignore, seeing you like this. Why not admit it? The sight of you, surrounded by children, taking on that naturally maternal role, has made him want. Has made him wonder what you would be like if the child was his. His and yours. Made between you and stardust.

Once he’s let the thought in, it won’t go away. It begins curious, like that, but over the days becomes darker. Less curious, more lecherous. More sinful. Until it comes to where he currently stands, certain he’s going half mad with need and desire for you.

You’re completely oblivious to the battle raging in his head, folding some freshly laundered blankets, bent over to put them in the carved wooden chest at the foot of your shared bed, giving him a fantastic view of your ass in the soft leather leggings you’d picked up a dozen market trips ago. The view definitely doesn’t help things, at all, only suffices to make him even harder in his own snugly fitted pants.

He can’t go on like this, sinful and dishonourable or not.

He waits until you’ve set the blanket down, closed the chest, before he sneaks up on you; it’s easier to be stealthy without all his beskar on, each piece neatly set aside on velvet cloth on shelves hewn into the rock of the wall. He presses up against you, wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“Is everything alright?” You ask; you’re used to him being quiet. Din is a man of few words, but there’s something off about his demeanour. You’re worried about him, he realises.

“Everything is fine. More than fine, really.” He reassures you, almost rushes to soothe you because he can’t stand the thought of you worrying about him when it’s unnecessary.

You lean back into him, comforted by the reassuring solidness of his touch, the feeling of his hands on your waist.

“Oh. I just thought… you’ve been quieter than usual and… I thought maybe I’d… done something you didn’t approve of?” You chewed your lip, waiting for the disappointment to appear. You were so certain you had done something wrong.

“What could you possibly have done wrong?” It concerns him, the level of worry you’re displaying. He knows rejoining the covert has been a change for you, but surely nobody’s making you feel unwelcome?

“I thought… maybe it’s not allowed… to spoil the foundlings like I do? Maybe it was some cultural thing you were too polite to tell me?”

He can’t help but laugh, relieved that that’s what your fear stems from.

“Not at all, love. Most of the children don’t have parents, and it’s not something many of our adults would consider. You haven’t done anything wrong.”

“I just thought… I felt you watching me, and I…”

His arms tighten around you, the ache in his chest matching the ache in his cock; his hands caress your waist, touching gently.

“I wasn’t watching you because I disapprove.” Din assured you, pressing a soft kiss to your neck. “I was watching you because I like seeing you happy.”

He pauses, considering for a moment, fighting those dark thoughts and losing.

“And because I wonder what you’d be like as a mother.” The words fall from his mouth before he can stop them. Not that he wants to stop them. For a moment though, he’s afraid he might have scared you, so he turns you round and leans down to kiss you before you can say anything.

You lean right into him, stand on your toes to reach him, and that’s enough to break any resolve he has, any concern or care. Never mind that it’s a sin, never mind that he shouldn’t be showing you his face, much less desiring you the way he does. If Bo can show the entire damn covert her face, then he can show you his. That’s his rationality at this point.

He’s too far gone to care, lifting you up into his arms to get you closer to him. He’s running on impulse now, and he knows it, but he’s no longer interested in holding back. Beneath his honourable demeanour, his gentlemanly behaviour, there’s a dark streak, and it wants out.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, holding onto him, thighs locked loosely around his waist. It’s so rare that you get to see his face, so you can’t help staring at him, memorising every little detail. Din loves that about you, loves how respectful you are, how you never push his boundaries. You’d never ask him to show you his face, leaving it entirely up to him to decide; you’ve never once pushed the issue, loved him long before he finally showed you what he looks like.

He carries you the few steps to the bed, sets you down on it gently. You kick off your shoes, let him pull those sinfully tight leather pants down, before you lean up and tug his shirt off. You’re just about feeling smug when he catches your wrists, big hands wrapped around them, placing your hands at your sides.

Something in his gaze keeps them there. You’re used to seeing nothing but gentleness in his eyes, but there’s a burning desire there now that intrigues you. Makes you want to obey.

You let him pull your shirt up over your head, toss it aside, heated by the intensity of the way he looks at you, immediately returning your hands to where he placed them. The heavy boots and the pants he wears come off next, and then he’s laying you down, pressing the heat and muscle of his body against yours, kissing you like he’s starving.

Maybe he is. You know that before you, he didn’t particularly bother with intimacy when it comes to sex. His knowledge of sex was hard, fast, fully clothed, with no real attachment to it. Which is fine, there’s nothing wrong with that. You also know that he’s starving for affection. For touch. And you usually get to be on the receiving end.

He takes his time kissing you, knows it isn’t something he gets to do often, knows that even though you don’t say anything about it, you want it more often than he can give. He loves that about you; that you may not be Mandalorian, you may not understand the Creed, but you respect it. Respect what it means to him. That means more to him than he can ever articulate.

So yes. He takes his time. Kisses your mouth until your lips are bruised and swollen from his attention, but you love every second of it. He pulls away from you slowly, watches the way you look up at him through half-lidded eyes, lips still parted for him.

“What’s gotten into you?” You ask, but Din knows it isn’t a rebuke. He can tell by the way you’re looking at him, by the way your legs are spread for him, the way you’re fidgeting on the bed beneath him. It’s not a rebuke. It’s desire.

He doesn’t answer. Lets you run your fingers up and down his solid arms for a moment, before he pins your wrists above your head, one at a time, holds them there with one big hand.

You don’t question him again, but he can see approval and desire in your gaze, a flicker of understanding.

“No more questions.” It’s an order, albeit given in a soft tone. “Keep your hands right there for me, there’s a good girl.”

He releases your wrists, but you don’t move, won’t until he tells you to, remaining perfectly still as he kisses his way down your body, scarred hands settling on your thighs, keeping them spread for him as he looks up at you.

“So wet…” he’s talking more to himself than to you, but you still shiver slightly at the words, at the expression on his face as he stares at you, just for a moment longer, before he leans in, buries his face in your cunt.

You’re already wet, wet enough that he was able to see - and comment on - it. But it’s not enough for Din. He wants you soaked and begging for his cock by the time he’s through with you, wants his beard and the sheets absolutely drenched.

If you thought he was kissing you like he was starving, it was nothing in comparison to this. He keeps his hands firmly clamped on your shaking thighs, preventing you from moving, as his tongue laves at you, kissing and sucking at your clit, making you wriggle and moan beneath him.

You’re desperate to wind your fingers into his hair, but you know if you try, he’ll stop, and that’s the last thing you want.

It’s only when you start literally dripping onto his tongue that he relents, pulls away from you. He doesn’t even bother wiping his mouth, beard soaked with your slick as he moves back up, slaps the thick head of his cock against your cunt deliberately, teasing.

“You ready for me, baby?” He knows the answer already, likes the way you bite your lip and chew on it, nodding.

He leans down and kisses you, sucks your lower lip out from between your teeth.

“Answer me.”

There it is again, that faint hint of a demand, the tone so soft that you can’t help but comply.

“Yes, please…”

You know how to answer him, even though you’ve never seen him like this before, those dark eyes blazing like liquid obsidian as he surveys you, spread out for him, so needy and willing.

“There we go.” He lines himself up, slides into your soaked cunt; it’s not as smooth as he hoped, he’s too big and you’re too tight, and you can’t help but wince slightly at the feeling of him stretching you out, but he settles, pressed to the hilt inside you.

“There you go…” He almost moans it, keeps your thighs spread, hands moving your legs, bending your knees so your ankles are by his shoulders.

You know this position, realise why he’s doing it. It doesn’t scare you. The opposite, in fact. He realises it a moment later when he feels your cunt tighten around him.

“Oh, you like this, huh?” He drags himself out of you, slow, almost to the tip before he slams back into you, drawing a scream from your parted lips.

“Can I touch you now?” You gasp it out when you can breathe again.

He surveys you for a moment; the way you’re pressed beneath him, knees up by your tits, eyes heavy with need for him. How much better for him can he ask you to be?

“Yes,” he agrees, dragging himself out and pressing in deep again. It’s all the permission you need, hands immediately jumping to the solid muscle of his biceps, clinging to him as he slams into you.

He’s usually so gentle, so careful, but this is completely different. Wild, desperate. He’s not holding back, has no interest in being careful tonight, slamming into your tight little hole, moaning the entire time.

“Fuck, baby, so tight…” He nuzzles into your neck, keeps your legs firmly in the position he wants them in, pressing deep with each thrust, hard and fast.

“Feel so good, gonna fill you up, fuck my baby into this sweet little cunt…”

It’s filthy, you’ve never heard him say such things, but you love it, love how roughly he’s handling you, how wild and frantic he is, how your body responds to him. You can feel yourself tightening around him, milking his incredible cock as he drills into you.

“Please, please…” you can’t say much more than that word, repeated over and over as he fucks you, so hard the bed shakes.

“Keep begging me for it,” he moans it into your ear, one hand leaving your leg to fist into the bedsheets, holding himself up, bracing himself.

You drag your nails up his back, back arching up as best you can in the position he has you in.

“Please… need it… need you so bad…”

You’re overwhelmed, he’s so big inside you, so rough, not making any move to slow down even as he feels you getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Yeah? You gonna make me a daddy, baby?” He presses another kiss into your neck, shudders when he feels you tilt your hips to get him deeper, a gasp tearing from your throat when he hits your sweet spot.

“Please…”

You can’t form words, not when he’s pounding into your sweet spot with every thrust, saying such filthy, sinful things. You can’t hold on any longer, and he knows it, fucks you harder and faster until you’re writhing on the bed beneath him, tight, perfect little pussy tightening around him, keeping him in deep, massaging his cock as you climax.

“Fuck, baby, you look so pretty when you cum for me…” Din loves seeing you like this, body arched in a perfect mating press as he drills into you.

Any other time and he’d put you on all fours, press your face down into the bed and fuck you til you screamed yourself hoarse for him.

Maybe later. This time, anyway, he wants to see the look on your face when he fills you, the glazed look in your eyes when his cum leaks out of you. Not that he plans on letting that happen. He’s going to fuck you so full of his seed that you’re overflowing with it, but this first time? He doesn’t want to spill a drop.

Your nails keep raking at his back, pulling him close against you, and it’s that that urges him on, the way you’re looking at him, so desperately needy for him.

He could get addicted to this, so far removed from the slow and gentle and passionate intimacy you usually share.

“This all I needed to do to get you drunk on my cock?” He presses you down harder into the mattress with just his hips, relying on his strength.

You whimper in answer, clench around him again.

“Dirty girl,” he mutters, “you want this just as much as I do, huh? Bet you’ve been desperate for me to fuck you like this, put a baby in you.”

You don’t answer; can’t answer, because his words and his pace drag another climax out of you, surprising both of you. He fucks you through it, pace increasingly more rough and erratic.

“That’s it, baby. That’s it, fuck, I’m so close…”

He has to brace himself on the bed, fist clenching in the sheets as the other holds you steady, in place as he presses deep, grinds his hips roughly against yours, ensuring that every single drop of hot, thick seed fills you, stays deep inside you.

“Fuck, like that…” he pants, watching the way your eyes blaze with arousal and love as he comes back to himself, slowly, second by second.

He’ll have to repent later, ask for forgiveness for his sins, but right now? Right now he couldn’t care less, the hand that isn’t curled into the sheets caressing your - for now - still flat abdomen.

It won’t stay that way for long. Not if he has anything to do with it.

#my writing #din djarin x reader #din djarin smut #din djarin #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian smut #Pedro Pascal #pedro pascal character fic #answered

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sereneres · 9 months

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“parentz/minyn’s ‘honey mo…” ¹˙⁵

kim minji x 6th member!reader / 1.5k

summary. — “parentz/minyn’s ‘honey moon’, ‘parents’, and ‘divorced’ eras in 7 minutes and 22 seconds.”

warnings. — this is formatted like a youtube video, similar to this by @/jihyoruri / all of the members are in this

🎬 — honeymoon era

“wow.” hanni said, shaking her head in mock disappointment as she clicked her tongue at the sigh before her. “we’re in public, guys, try to have some decency.”

the camera panned to you sitting on minji’s lap, the latter’s head on your shoulder.

[ayo?? 🤨🤨🤨]

“i’m only sitting on her lap, unnie.” you told the girl, exasperated. “and besides, you were sitting on minji-unnie’s lap literally a few minutes ago.”

“yeah, but she wasn’t holding me like that.” the vietnamese pointed at minji’s arms, which were around your waist, and her hands, which were folded on top of your stomach.

[parentz caught in 4k 📸]

“that’s because she kept sliding off.” minji argued, readjusting her hold on you. “she’s taller than you are, hanni, and her pants are more slippery compared to yours.”

“my pants and her pants are literally made out of the same material, unnie.” hanni said, rolling her eyes. “if you’re going to make up an excuse, at least make up a good one.”

“i think it’s less about the pants and more about our height, hanni-unnie.” you said, smiling innocently at the older girl.

“hey, i’m not that short-”

“but you are, unnie – you’re literally the shortest member of our group.”

[yn was not playing around whatsoever 💀]

“just let me pay for it, minji-unnie.”

the older girl scoffed, gently pushing your hand away from the cashier. “as your unnie, yn, i can’t let you do that. let me pay for it.”

[she really used the ‘i’m older’ card lol-]

“this type of thing happens all the time.” hyein commented, shaking her head. “you’d think that one of them would cave and just let the other pay, but that never happens.”

“yah, you guys are holding up the line!” hanni said, gesturing to the growing line behind the group. “hurry it up already!”

[those people do not look happy lmfao]

“why not do do rock paper scissors?” danielle suggested. “whoever loses can pay the next time.”

[danielle is newjeans’ angel, both figuratively and literally]

“alright. rock, paper, scissors-”

you, having closed your eyes, peaked them open to see that minji had picked rock and that you had picked paper.

“ah…”

“woo!” you cheered, turning to the tired-looking cashier and handing him the money. “thank you! sorry for holding up the line!”

[he looks so tired of them 💀]

“i should’ve picked scissors.” minji pouted as the six – seven, including the cameraman – of you walked out the store. you giggled, linking your arms together and resting your head on her shoulder. “don’t be sad, unnie, you can pay next time, like dani-unnie said.”

[ngl, this makes me feel single asf 🫠]

“by the way,” haerin said to the camera, her voice low and barely being picked up by the mic. “it’s not even their money they’re spending. it’s manager-unnie’s.”

[oop- 🫢]

🎬 — parents era

“-and that’s a wrap! good job, yn-ah. you nailed it today.”

“thank you.” you murmur, taking off your headphones. “oh, and before i leave, i’d like to tell you that hyein currently has a cold, so please be patient with her today.”

[aaaaaaaa yn <333]

“yes, i’m aware, minji also told me about her cold while she was here.” your ceo told you, clearly amused.

“ah, she did?” you asked, cheeks flushing a light pink. “she didn’t mention doing so.”

“yes, she did.” the older woman said as she chuckled. “she even told me to be patient as well.”

[hyein’s parents love her so much lol]

“have you guys eaten yet?” (hanni)

“du-du~ bam-bam-baaa~ *insert opera singing here*” (danielle??? in the background)

“…most of them are saying that they have.” (haerin)

“that’s good! it’s almost, like, 8 o’clock right now, so it would be pretty worrying if they haven’t eaten yet. for those who haven’t eaten, make sure you eat something soon!” (danielle)

[danielle is an angel x2]

“‘have you eaten?’”(haerin)

“not yet. we just came back to the dorms like, an hour ago from practice, so…” (danielle)

“we were going to get some take out, but then minji-unnie and yn said that we’ve already gotten take-out three times this week.” (hanni)

“both yn-unnie and minji-unnie are currently in the kitchen making food for us to eat, and hyein is helping them, i think.” (haerin)

[i don’t think i need to say much about this lol]

soon after that, yn also went on an audio live.

“‘you take care of your unnies and younger members so well that they probably think of you as their mom.’ really?”

[yes, really.]

“huh, i never realized i was like that. if anything, i thought you guys would say that about minji-unnie. she’s the one with all the ‘minji being newjeans’ mother’ videos…”

[oh shit, has she seen my videos?? *insert shameless self plug here*]

“anyway, i never saw myself as a ‘mom’ figure to anyone. hyein, maybe, but she’s our maknae, so…”

🎬 — divorced era (which didn’t really last long tbh)

“they’re asking what we did earlier today.” haerin reported, moving back from the camera so that your fans wouldn't just be looking at her eyes and nose throughout the entire live.

“well, we had practice of course,” danielle said, lips pursing as she tried to remember what the six of you had done. “and after that…”

“we went out to eat for the first time in like, months.” hanni finished, smiling cheekily. “it was soooo good.”

“we ate went out to eat just last week, hanni-unnie.” you said, smacking the older girl’s arm playfully. she laughed before jokingly rubbed her arm, mouthing the word ow to the camera.

[hanni and yn, the second tom and jerry of newjeans lol]

“oh, and this was the first time yn-unnie and minji-unnie didn’t argue over the bill!” hyein remarked, scrolling through the comments on her phone. “minji-unnie just gave the money to the cashier and yn-unnie didn’t even say anything.”

[trouble in paradise?]

“oh yeah, that was pretty weird.” hanni said, discretely nudging hyein. “it’s like, never happened before, so we were all pretty surprised.”

“well, there’s always a first time for everything.” danielle murmured quietly, glancing at both yn and minji before saying in a louder voice, “the food was really good though. it was sort of pricey, but good.”

[smooth dani to the rescue.]

“man, we saw so many binky light sticks at the music show,” hanni said, sighing happily. “we really enjoyed seeing you guys there, and i hope you guys managed to get some of the gifts we gave out!”

“oh, someone asked, ‘what gifts?’.” danielle said, pointing at the comment on her phone and showing yn and haerin, who were sitting beside her. “yn-ssi, why don’t you tell us about the gifts hanni-nim was talking about?”

amused, you decided to play along, even going so far as to grab your water bottle and place it under your mouth as if it were a mic.

“well, danielle-nim, the gifts hanni-nim was talking about are distributed at a certain location near the venue of our music shows.” you say, picking up your phone. “and if you follow our twitter, newjeans-underscore-ador, you will get tweets on where these locations are, like this one.”

you raise your phone to the camera, showing off the tweet that had been posted that morning.

“…what kind of broadcast is this?” hyein asked from behind the two of you, staring judgementally at you and danielle.

you both laugh, startling haerin which made the two of you laugh harder. behind you, minji was spaced out, a undiscernible look in her eyes. hanni sighed, placing a hand on her shoulder with a sympathetic look on her face.

[there is no heterosexual explanation for either of those actions lmfao]

“moving on,” you say, pulling your phone back as your laughter gradually turned into giggles. “hanni-unnie is right. seeing all your binky light sticks really made my day!”

“‘they looked like hearts’.” haerin read out loud before nodding her agreement. “they did look like hearts – tiny, colorful, glowing hearts.”

“hearts…” you repeat, mindlessly raising your hand and creating half of a heart with it. instead of completing the heart with her own hand as she normally did, though, all minji did was stare at it blankly.

[oh- that’s not good.]

fortunately, haerin noticed your hand awkwardly hanging in the air and shifted towards you subtly, looking at the camera as she moved her hand to yours to complete the heart.

you smile at her thankfully, though it's obvious that you were a little upset by minji’s actions, or rather, a lack thereof.

[ㅠㅠ]

🎬 — and here's a bonus clip of just the two of them talking about their ‘divorce’ lol

“some people are asking about our… divorce??” (yn)

“we had a divorce?… wait, we were married????” (minji)

[am i the only person who thinks minji asking that was funny?]

“i think it’s our ship name, unnie. y’know, ‘parentz’?” (yn)

“oh yeah, that… why are they saying we got a divorce??” (minji)

“apparently, we looked upset with each other last week during the live.” (yn)

“ah, yeah, last week…” (minji)

“sorry guys, we can't talk about it too much ‘cuz it was pretty personal and not something we’d like to share, but don’t worry. we weren't angry at each other or anything, minji-unnie was just worried about me.” (yn)

“worried is an understatement.” (minji)

“anyway, as i said, don't worry. minji-unnie and i are perfectly fine now!” (yn)

“describe ‘perfectly fine’.” (minji)

“…”

“okay, okay, sorry, honey, i won’t joke about it again, stop glaring at me like that.” (minji)

“…”

“*ahem* moving on…” (minji)

[lol someone’s sleeping on the couch tonight – AND DID YOU CATCH WHAT MINJI SAID?? ‘honey’?!? anyway, thank you for watching, make sure to like and subscribe, and i’ll see you next time <3]

previous. / pairz. / next.

#sereneres #seren.writes #newjeans x reader #newjeans imagines #kpop x reader #minji x reader #kim minji x reader #⊹#nwjns.yn

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starillusion13 · 5 months

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Imagine your friends!NCT are secretly mafias, falling in love with you…

[I’m doing with my bias line so if your bias is missing means they are my bias wreckers and as am being ot23(I will always be their supporter so don’t expect I love any of the members less) please read the end note.]

Remember this is my top bias line:

Lee Taeyong

Being the leader of the biggest mafia gang, NCT he is very passionate about his life. Never for once he thought of getting you in his life. An innocent but suicidal girl but also a very daring girl. He is attracted to you because of your multiple personalities and this is the reason he finds you different from other girls. He is good at pretending that he is not getting attracted to you day by day or simply he is deeply in love with you. But what about you? No one knows as you are just friends with him, a very close one. It’s a very simple story. But the problem is that you are only familiar with mafias in story book but you don’t know the dark secrets of your cute and handsome friend, Lee Taeyong.

Kim Doyoung

Your most caring friend who literally takes care of you like an older brother but he has made it clear not to call him your brother. He treats you more than you ever need. He takes you on luxury friendly dates when Taeyong(his bestfriend) is busy or that man would not leave his chance to tag along( you are afterall spending his money even with Doyoung). His gummy smile is everything you need before going to work. Those gummy smiles hide the devilish smirk when he is torturing his victim brutally and his sharp eyes watching the helpless condition of them. But to you, he can heal your every pain as a true friend.

Jung Jaehyun

the most charming guy you have ever met. Anyone would want him as their boyfriend including you but you bet he has girlfriend as you feel he hides things from you and that can be possible if it’s his gf. Once late at night you came across him on the streets and you thought him as any celebrity and that’s how your friendship began. He has the show-off attitude and would always buy you costly dresses, jewelry and other accessories and urge you to wear them on friendly dates and workplace. He has this possessiveness in his every move and words as if he owns you. He is a loyal NCT mafia member who has swear not to get distract by anything but why he is losing his mind for you.

Lee Mark

the sweetest and the most innocent guy. You feel this urge to protect this silly boy from this cruel world. Cruel world? He is a walking devil with a facade of innocence. His silly speech, his innocent heartily laughs and his securing embrace is like alluring you to trust him with your whole. But it’s a trap to keep you close. You don’t know how his awkward behaviors in front of you are just the opposite when he plants bullets in his enemy’s head and throat. His soft big and innocent eyes are the dangerous hell-hole for his victims.

Lee Jeno

well, you doubt him as a gangster sometimes because of his physique and personality. But He can’t be because next moment he is giving off his eye smile melting your heart along with his sweet gestures. A perfect soft boyfriend with some dominating aura. He likes to order you around like those are simple and sweet but somehow he has that controlling attitude. His helpless and worried expression if you are hurt for some reason is just the opposite from the one when he makes sure to burn the victim or bury it 6-feet under and his eyes burning with the rage of revenge, nowhere to be seen those cute eyes looking at you in awe and adoration.

Lee Haechan

a playful menace. You question sometimes why you are being friends with him in first place. His teasings are out of hand and loses your mind but the next moment he is the dearest friend to you. But you have fun with him in sleepovers, sneaking out for late night long drives playing ‘Highway to Heaven’ and he sings along the song’s bridge, his fav part ‘oh she’s so bad, I’ll make it last’ and looks at you in your eyes. Even behind his mischievousness, there is a lover boy. He cuddles you to comfort and a perfect bestfriend and you are thankful for such a nice friend. But you don’t know that the annoying boy with heavenly vocals is a hacker of the ruthless mafia gang, NCT.

Na Jaemin

a total cat person. He even has an insta account for his cats and mentioned himself as their father and you as their mother. A boy with heart on his sleeves and he doesn’t let a moment to fall in vain without making you blush. A family man and not gonna lie you have a little crush on him. His endearments and sweet gestures always make you feel like that you are a couple and sometimes some people even assume it. Even if you deny it, he proudly smiles and agrees with them. But this sweet Angel boy is the devil who can shoot someone and bury them in a stance and then act like he tugged his cats in bed to sleep.

I’m writing such above things just casually because even if it’s late at night yet am not feeling sleepy😭 actually I was preparing a NCT! Mafia draft so felt like sharing some imagines. If you guys need any particular member imagine then you can send me asks(also Yuta Lucas Renjun Ten Yangyang and Kun are also in my bias list tho🥹)

Should I make a NCT! Mafia series with my bias line x reader? Of course after finishing ‘Like We Just Met’?

Perma Taglist: @mymoodwriting @justhere4kpop @anyamaris @yeoobin @icchyi @jwnghyuns @piratequeen-queenofgames @dinonuguaegi @oreharuuu @hwanring @sanwifesstuff @kiwiisnthereoops @kiwiraccoon [open!]

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ifearzombies · 1 year

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The Little ‘I Love You’s

Lucifer:

- Wakes you up early so you can have quiet moments alone with tea or coffee and food that Beel won’t have a chance to steal. - Brings you little things back from the human world when he goes. While he knows you want to stay where you are, he knows humans miss ‘home’ too. - Steals a smooch when no one else is looking.

Mammon:

- Steals from you less than anyone else. He can’t help his nature, but he avoids your room for items to steal as much as he can - On days you’re feeling down, he will interject and tell you that you’re doing something. He never tells you why, but it’s clearly to distract you. - Nights when you have nightmares he is always the one that hears you and comes to cuddle you and hold you. You don’t know how he always knows, but you’re glad all the same.

Leviathan:

- He’ll wait for you for the latest episode of whatever “has too long a title” anime he’s been passionate about. Fantasy is an experience, and it should be shared. - He makes you outfits you see in the shows you say you like. They’re made just for you- your size and shape despite him not having ever measured you. - His snack and ramen rations now include some of your favorites so that the next time Beel destroys the kitchen, you can come to him.

Satan: - He cleans his room on the nights you want to spend in his bed. Well. He makes a path and clears off the bed- but you can at least walk through the room and use the bed with him. - He has a shelf with just books he thinks you’ll like based on what you’ve told him. A mini library in his room for your quiet night time moments where you cuddle and read. - Like Lucifer he steals smooches when no one is looking. You will never tell him of this shared habit of theirs. Asmodeus: - He paints your nails and brushes your hair while he tells you how beautiful you are inside and out. He’s more complimentary when you’ve had a bad day - You are allowed to use his bath, even if you do not want him to join you. - He tucks a flower in your hair every chance he gets. Beelzebub: - He saved you a snack from his snack bag. He heard you mention you were craving it and wants to share it with you. - He carries you every chance he gets and uses that as an excuse to give you affectionate nuzzles. - He lets you climb him like a tree to sit on his shoulders to reach stuff and holds you steady. Belphegor: - He will go to demon form just to wrap his tail around you while you cuddle. - Invite you to the attic for what he and Beel call ‘Sandwich Cuddles’ and when you do, you get to use his favorite pillow - He makes it a point to drink stuff with high amounts of caffeine when you have plans to stay awake just for you. -------------------------------------------------------- MC: - On days Lucifer runs himself ragged and it’s his turn to cook, you message the household and say you feel like cooking. Lucifer knows why you do it and says a secret thank you once the meal is over. - You know Mammon can’t help but steal. You have a place in your room that you know Mammon looks through. You put some money in there whenever you see it empty. Mammon knows you do this and never steals from anywhere else in the room. - You show up for your anime-fest with pizza and drinks and bring your futon mattress so you can cuddle on it while you enjoy the fantasy anime together. - You bring a new mystery book with you every time you spend the night with Satan. You haven’t clued him in that Cat Mystery is a genre of mystery novels yet, but with each one you bring, he’s started to catch on. He’s eager for the next one. - You treat Asmo to a spa day and get facials and massages with him. You tell him that maintaining his beauty is a lot of work and he’s SO GLAD someone finally sees that!

- Beel is an easy man to please. The way to his heart is quite literally his stomach. It takes days of planning, but Beel always loves when you do a feast day and spend an entire day cooking to make enough food to make him full. He’s cried literal tears of happiness over it. It can only be done once a month, but the absolute pure joy in his eyes is worth it.

- You hold Belphie and tell him. He struggles so much with thinking you could never forgive him for literally killing you. But you hold him and tell him you love him. You run a hand through his hair and tell him you forgive him. And when he says he doesn’t deserve it, you remind him that forgiveness is a gift. And you gave it to him a long time ago.

#obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me levi #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphagor #obey me shall we date

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fatuismooches · 1 year

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I've written a few pieces about Dottore with a fragile! reader which you can see here, here, and here. I wanted to expand on this concept a bit because the brainrot is real.

You befriended Dottore at the Akademiya (I think the same reader from this piece too) and life was good. Those 20-page papers were a pain but dorming with your lover made it all better.

Until you begin to feel a bit off. Headaches become more frequent, and you start to feel a bit more dizzy than usual, but you chalk it up to just stress. Being a scholar is no easy task, after all. At first, Dottore seems to believe this as well too. (He has forced you to down the most disgusting medicine to make you feel better after all.)

Only this time, the medicine seems to have no effect. All you can hear during the lectures is the pounding of your head and ringing of your ears. After classes, the only thing you can manage to do is flop down onto your bed while you listen to Dottore fiddle with some parts. He doesn’t let you leave until you feel better. It may be some kind of new bug going around, he hypothesizes.

Even after a while, you don’t feel better. It feels like your whole body aches if you even move a muscle. The food tastes like nothing and you struggle to hold your hand still to even write a sentence. The worst part is that you can’t hide your predicament from your lover. You two literally live together in the Akademiya after all. The only thing that baffles your lover, is that he can’t seem to understand your sudden condition. He makes you stay in the room and forbids you from doing anything extraneous.

The only problem is, you have missed dozens of classes already. And whenever you go, the professor always ends up calling you out in front of the whole class for your dropping eyelids. The less-than-polite words of your fellow scholars ring in your ears.

So it doesn’t come as a surprise to you when the higher-ups tell you that they’re kicking you out of the school. If only the Akademiya actually cared about their students. You’re very, very, very tired on the way back from the office, holding onto the walls for support. As much as you want to stay with Dot, since you were kicked out, you can’t live in the dorms anymore. You feel far too ill to live by yourself much less get a job, so your only choice is the local hospital.

Perhaps this is where the more… illegal activities begin. Hospital fees are no joke, you know. Someone had to pay to keep you there, and neither you nor Dottore had that kind of money. So really, no one would notice if a few people started disappearing, right? Dottore’s always wanted to dissect a human body. It would be quite educational as well as worth the money. And the classmates who made fun of you? They’d meet a similar fate.

But the doctors there aren’t much help either. So you just spend your days either by yourself, maybe passing the time with a book he lent you, or with Dottore whenever he visits. Runs tests on you without the staff knowing because there’s no way he’s trusting them, but it was to no avail. You let Zandik do what he wants because it was hard for you to care much anymore.

Also - you bawling your eyes out about how miserable you feel because of this stupid sickness. It ruined your life. You can’t do anything by yourself anymore. Your smile is virtually gone. What if he leaves you, you cry. You’re useless to him. It’s at this point, that Dottore swears that he would cure whatever illness you were afflicted with. No matter the process or the atrocities that he would need to commit. No matter who gets hurt. No matter the insults that get hurled at him. He would see to it that you were back on your two feet, cooking, fighting, studying, whatever you wanted.

Also - Dottore bringing you to Snezhnaya after Pierro recruits him. Only thing is that you’re in a coma at this point so you don’t wake up until a few years later. Waking up to the sight of three other Dottores’ in the room almost shocked you back to sleep. At this point with all the fancy technology and funds he has, your health has been better than your school days.

Also - the clones kind of being in awe of you. All they’ve seen of you is your sleeping form. Only Prime actually knew you. So that’s why you always have at least one of them following you around wherever you go. Prime is amused at this. Okay, and remember when the Omega Dot said that he was the most selfish clone of them all?? Him hogging you from the other clones. Nah because I don’t think he likes the other clones very much. Wants to keep you to himself so the clones absolutely dread whenever Prime leaves them alone. He hates when you ask the other clones for things. Smirk drops rather quickly.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #dottore x reader #il dottore x reader #dottore fluff #il dottore #genshin impact il dottore #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui x reader #dottore angst #fragile reader <3

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god-mouths · 5 months

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Scott pilgrim is a modern retelling of Dante’s Inferno, and I want to talk about it

Hi . Brought this up very briefly a while ago but i rewatched spto with friends last night and got my gears turning. I don’t usually make posts like this but It’s been on my mind and I want to share. Here we goooo. Under read more becwuse I wish not to disturb my beloved friends with a long post

First off, let’s start with theeeee obvious.

Say hello to our Dante and Beatrice.

I don’t think I need to go into this first one much, but Scott and Dante are of course the heroes(term used lightly. Scott is not a good person and honestly neither was fuckinh Dante of all people) of their respective tales, going through hell and back to win over this ethereal, “too good to be true” heavenly dream girl. Scott even dies to get her in the end, like Dante venturing down into the depths of hell, dying and then ascending to get to Beatrice. If I wanted to really stretch it I could say the dreamscape is a sort of purgatory but I don’t think there’s enough evidence for that one.

Next,

Our Virgil. What’s up, Wallace.

In the comics Wallace acts as a sort of guide to Scott. We end up seeing him less as the comic progresses, which I find lines up with Virgil having to part ways with Dante before he enters heaven. Not much to say otherwise admittedly. Love you though buddy

Now for the symbolism of hell. Since there are nine circles of hell, it obviously can’t match up one to one with the exes unless we add some of scott’s relationships to the mix, which both doesn’t make sense, causes this analysis to get stupider than it already is, and leaves some characters left over that already don’t fit in to these parallels.

Luckily, however, there are The Seven Deadly Sins. Going to be going in sin order rather than ex order here

Firstly,

MATTHEW PATEL - PRIDE

- the first boyfriend and the first sin very conveniently line up, which threw me off track because I thought the exes would go in the order of the sins. Enyways

- in the movies, comics, and shows, he is insanely flashy with how he presents himself. It’s the entrance, the dances, the expressive clothing (“that guy’s dressed as a pirate” “pirates are in this year!”, modifying Gideon’s suit to fit his color palette, the outfit he wore while kicking gideon’s ass). The theatre kid in him essentially

- taking the lead in the musical Knives and Stephen presented him with— they knew how to cater to him, because he views himself as the coolest bitch on the planet. Which honestly he kind of is but don’t tell him this

- so headstrong in his pride that he fucks up. Repeatedly. First to get killed, too cocky, spends all of gideons money “I’ve lost billions!”

- believes he’s entitled to Ramona as soon as he wins the fight against Scott

GIDEON- GREED

- I don’t feel like I have to explain this one but I will because I enjoy him greatly

- CEO, billionaire. Money money money mr rich

- literally “owns” or tries to excersize ownership Ramona in the comics and movie as if she belongs to him— with the glow, or with the chip implanted into her neck with his logo on it.

- has all of his past girlfriends cryogenically frozen. All for him none for anyone else. They should only love meeeeee.

- wants everything for himself in excess. Women, fame, money. Almost considered pride for him also but greed is more fitting

KEN AND KYLE- ENVY AND LUST

- holy shit this image has five pixels so sorry about that I’m on my phone and Google images sucks

- anyways of course they’re sharing sins

- not much to say here as they don’t show up much, and it’s easy to make the argument of envy or lust for ANY of the seven exes. These two were the hardest to figure out. Not as sure on Envy, but can definetly advocate for lust— playing around with women, thinking they were playing around with Ramona.

TODD- GLUTTONY

- this one was the easiest one for me. Like come on

- breaks vegan edge in the comics, movie, (vegan police), and show (Wallace breakup event 2 dead 5 injured)

- his whole persona revolves around food. Of course gluttony doesn’t always mean food but here it most definetly equates. Even when he’s vegan he always makes it a talking point of how superior he is to others because of this fact, only for it to blow up in his face when his enjoyment of non vegan food catches up to him.

ROXY- WRATH

- a very angry girl to be sure. Takes her emotions out using violence, attacking Ramona the first time she sees her, even though she is going out of the order of the league and supposed to be attacking Scott (although I guess that point is moot because they all think he’s dead at that point)

- “I’m bi-furious” line from the movie deserves a shout out here I think

- (completely justified) Unending rage against Ramona in the show, and scott in the comics and movies. She is PISSED.

Lastly,

LUCAS LEE- SLOTH

- also one of the easiest ones. Could have made an argument for pride (tries to prove he can land a sick ollie so hard that he dies) or greed (movie star who lives in huge mansion), but sloth ultimately fit the bill the best.

- even before we get into his reoccurring theme of “whatever” in the show, it’s pretty evident in the comics and movie that he doesn’t care enough to extend effort. He tells Scott he’ll leave him alone and say his ass got kicked if Scott gave him a twenty dollar bill, sends his stunt doubles to fight Scott in his stead.

- onto the show, he lets his stardom slip out of his fingers with his attitude, not even caring to read or memorize the script anymore (“is that why half the lines in your last film were ‘Let’s Party’?” “I uhh, read the title.” Etc). Just spends all his time messing around and skateboarding. The title of his episode is literally “Whatever”. He doesn’t give enough of a shit to care. Which. Respect I guess

Extra; the exes ARE referred to as “the seven deadly chumps” in the show.

In conclusion;

#Scott pilgrim #ramona flowers #Wallace wells #matthew patel #gideon graves #todd ingram #roxy richter #lucas lee #kyle katayanagi #ken katayanagi #scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim vs the world #writing #not ocs #this took me an hour to write tghis is why there’s so many tags.#anyways thank you bye bye

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sprout-fics · 7 months

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Please please talk to me about Ghost and Fix and their wedding day. You say it's lowkey and private, but I can't imagine GazSoap allowing it to pass by them uncelebrated in some form when they find out!

Alternatively, talk to me about Ghost and Fix anyway!

Yes yes please allow me to talk more about Fix and Ghost and their ‘official unofficial marriage’

So Ghost and Fix decide to spend their lives together at the very end of the series. There’s no official wedding day. They instead quietly elope to the countryside in discreet fashion, and come back and resume work as usual. Laswell is the first to know, then Price (who promptly calls Laswell and pours himself a drink, previously not knowing the depth of Fix and Ghost’s relationship) and eventually Gaz and Soap jointly figure it out and…well, have a bit of a freak out.

Neither Ghost nor Fix are ones for pomp and circumstance, big events or celebrations or anything. Fix did wear a white dress to the courthouse where Laswell acted as a witness (Laswell’s wife was the one to help Fix with the dress) and Simon begrudgingly wore a black suit jacket that was one size too small (best he could get on short notice) They don’t really want a party, really. Plus, it’s now months after the fact. The team has literally deployed since Fix and Ghost started wearing their wedding bands, so it’s more than a little belated.

Soap and Gaz aren’t the type to just let this slide, however. There needs to be something, for god’s sake. It doesn’t have to be a wedding or a big event or anything, but Fix and Ghost can’t get away with this, with having this secret under their noses for so long.

It takes time, planning, violence, and lots of discretion that requires Price to cover for them more than once, but Soap and Gaz manage to pull it off. Price occupies Simon for the day, and Laswell manages to distract Fix while Soap and Gaz hatch their plan. At the end of the day they send out a call for drinks, and Fix is getting ready when she gets a text from Laswell advising her to wear something nice. It just so happens the only nice thing she has is the same white dress, and she finds Price ready to escort her to the group’s usual, quiet pub hidden away at the far side of town. Fix gives him a quizzical look, especially because he looks a little spiffier than usual, but plays along. (He has to assure her no less than three times on the drive that she isn’t overdressed, that she looks fine.)

When they get there, Fix expects to see a usual crowd of patrons, imagines her face warming as she pushes past them in her pretty white dress.Yet there’s noone, in fact the pub looks closed. Price ushers her inside anyways, and Fix is surprised to find the pub dimly lit, decorated with white flowers on the tables, gentle jazz from her favorite playlist on the tinny speakers, and the boys waiting patiently by the bar.

Soap and Gaz are smiling proudly, having decorated, having hung the white streamers from the rafters themselves, having pooled the money to buy out the bar for the evening so it’s just the team. There’s a table of gifts and cards from friends and allies set to the side, and Gaz managed to sweet talk the bar keeper into creating a signature drink for the bride and groom.

Fix doesn’t look at them, though, or at Price at her hip as she walks inside. She looks at her husband, without his mask, his hair freshly trimmed, tugging at a collar that looks a little tight. He looks vaguely disgruntled until he sees her, and Fix can see the relief in his eyes.

Thank God you’re here. They seem to say, and Fix laughs, kisses him in front of everyone.

It’s a quiet affair. Nothing special except for the fact that it is. Laswell and her wife arrive late, and Alejandro and Rudy soon after, complaining in rapid Spanish about a delayed flight. They stop when they see Fix and Ghost, and Alejanro wraps Fix in a brotherly hug as he tells her she looks lovely. Rudy pushes a gift into her hands, congratulating them both as Simon stares accusatory at Soap, who holds up his hands in defense but does not apologize. The team watches Simon and Fix open the gifts, enjoys their drinks, and Fix is delighted at the box cake Price bought for the party.

When they get to Alex and Farah’s gift, Laswell manages to establish a good enough internet connection to video call them. Fix and Farah converse in Arabic, (Farah resists the urge to correct her pronunciation, for once) and when Fix laughs at a particular comment, Laswell herself snorts, looks at Ghost, and refuses to translate.

There’s pictures, but only a few, and Ghost wears his mask for all but one of them. The group tells stories, has drinks, eats cake, listens to music (Soap tries to wrestle Gaz for the playlist, only for Rudy to steal it out from under them) and Alejandro coaxes Fix to dance for just a bit. Memories are made, laughter is shared, and as everything winds down Ghost and Fix gently sway to quiet music as the group chats and looks on. The dim, warm light catches off the gold of their matching wedding bands.

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(Putting taglist here too since this will also go on the masterlist, apologies for spamming folks)

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#simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon 'ghost' riley #mw2 #cod mw22 #Simon ghost riley x oc #reader insert #cod x reader #fic: shadow and bone #oc: fix

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razorblade180 · 1 month

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Dedication

Summer:Hay mom? I need singing advice?

Weiss:*eyes widened* Y-Yes? Please speak my child.

Summer:Stop getting so excited about this.

Weiss:You never ask these days! I can’t help it.

Summer:I feel like I’m going through the motions. It’s a bit of a slog. Even when I sing I feel like I could be doing…better? It’s not like I’ve been or tour or making singles recently. Maybe I’m rusty? I don’t know! It’s all just…

Weiss:Maybe take a vacation? I’ll pay. Atlas isn’t the best place for inspiration.

Summer:I think that won’t help. I will be in a rut in another location. You took a break from music before, then came back to immediately top the charts a few years later. How’d you do it?

Weiss:Oh. You mean you were like three? Man that was an experience. You wanna know my secret?

Summer:Yes!

Weiss:Rent.

Summer:…The Musical?

Weiss:No! Haha, literal rent was due soon.

Summer:You sung your heart out to pay a bill? Why not take a mission?

Weiss:Because high paying ones are dangerous and I love my kids.

Summer:….

Weiss:When you and your brother were born I made a personal vow that no matter what you would want for nothing. Be it my time, food, or a toy, I was going to do it. Money was tight and even though I have wonderful family and friends to help, I never wanted to be a burden or let my darling children feel instability. So I grabbed Jaune’s guitar, got in contact with an old studio friend, and I stepped back into the spotlight.

Summer:Even though you don’t like it.

Weiss:I may not care for it, but I’ll always care about the ones I love. Plus I don’t hate singing itself. I had a lot of new ideas after having twins. I can’t say for sure if I’ve properly honored my vow these days considering…everything that’s happened. Still, there’s nothing I won’t ever do for you and your brother. So yeah, rent was due it was going to be paid in full and have my husband spend less time as a huntsman and more as a kickass dad with cooking skills.

Summer:….*hugs Weiss slowly*

Weiss:Oh?

Summer:You’re really cool. That vow has been kept ten times over.

Weiss:….Hmm *hugs back* Thank you. I think you’re pretty cool too. Now if only you wanted to share a stage….

Summer:Mother….

Weiss:Hehehe, We’ll put a pin in that conversation.

Summer:…I’ll think about it. *smiles*

#rwby #rwbabies #weiss schnee #summer schnee #rwby twin snowflakes

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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Your alien husband shows you his assets

General Plot: Idreod literally has a lot of assets and he shows them to you.

Word Count: 1.5k

Kherae alien (Idreod) x female reader with glasses

🌶️ NSFW MASTERPOST 🌶️

W: some violence, sfw alien fluff, yandere vs. yandere, forced marriage, breeding talk

“No examine that figure again, (Y/N),” the archduke muttered, tapping the ledger with his long finger.

“I’ve looked at it four times,” you griped, “there must be some mistake!”

“There is no mistake. Look again!”

You huffed.

“I’ve looked and looked. It’s as if you have a hidden account or something!”

You paused and looked at him.

“You do have a hidden account! That’s why the numbers don’t match up!”

He smiled at you.

“Good, you figured it out.”

You frowned.

“But how is that legal?” you asked.

He shrugged.

“It’s not, but the punishment for breaking the law is less than the benefit of having the account stay hidden. In a time of war, you will want to have assets arranged that the monarchy can’t seize. If the accounts were to be exposed, it’s not treason. The penalty is just a small fine that’s easily paid.”

You stared at him.

“That’s bold,” you said.

“It’s simple business math,” he explained, “until they change the law, but we lobby heavily to keep it as it is. It’s worth the money we spend ten times over.”

You nodded. Your husband was a little bit evil, it seemed. He used the same tactics as any human corporate giant.

“Okay, so where is the rest of the assessed value here and here?” you asked, pointing to a few lines on the spreadsheet.

He grinned. He’d been doing a lot more of that since your kiss in the garden. You tried to keep your mind off of it, because if you thought too hard about it your cheeks got hot.

“I’m going to show you.”

He gathered you up by the shoulders and led you to the private elevator that led to your quarters, but instead of going up, you went down.

When you paused in front of a large door, he asked for your hand.

“This is keyed to my bio-signature,” he said, placing your hand on a pad to the side, “and now I will key it to yours.”

He pressed a few buttons and the door in front of you opened. The room inside would put Scrooge McDuck’s treasure room to shame. Gold bars were stacked in a solid wall on one side of the room, while alien art stretched up to the cavernous ceilings. There were cases and cases of jewelry and gemstones resting in black velvet. Armor and antiques were strewn about.

“There is another vault like this on Akhet,” he said, leading you into it.

“Another one?” you asked.

“Yes, Since we are integrating with human women I believe the majority of human-Kherae relations will be conducted on Earth in the future. Most families will probably be raised here for the mother’s comfort, so it’s worthwhile to keep considerable assets on this planet.”

“You’re always thinking of a rainy day,” you commented.

He frowned at you.

“I don’t know what the weather has to do with this…” he said.

You smiled at his perplexed face. It was very cute.

“It means to prepare for the worst,” you explained.

He nodded.

“Yes,” he said, “our family has survived war and famine because we prepare contingency after contingency. The only thing we did not prepare for was the Golt, but we have survived that as well and now there’s hope for the future.”

He looked at you thoughtfully and you quickly looked away. He meant your womb. You were going to be carrying the future heir to the Zovith fortune. You smoothed your dress, nervously.

“Good to know,” you said, turning your attention to a sparkling ruby necklace.

“You can take anything you like,” he said almost bitterly, “none of this has any sentimental value to me.”

He fingered a large opal hilt dagger.

“It’s all just the spoils of war and conquest,” he murmured.

“You don’t have any family heirlooms?” you asked, “I don’t want to take something that belonged to your mother.”

He shrugged.

“I never really knew her,” he said, “she died when I was too small to really remember her, just after Dessin was born. If anything here was hers, I wouldn’t know.”

He picked up a diamond tennis bracelet and fastened it to your wrist.

“Perhaps I’ll grow some attachment to these things if you wear them,” he said.

You swallowed thickly.

“Oh”

“Come,” he said, leading you to a framed chart on the wall.

“This is the Zovith family tree,” he said, pointing to one area, “this is the King. As you can see I am the nephew of the king, which means if something were to happen to him, I would become King.”

You looked at him a little nervously.

“Is anything going to happen to him?” you asked, delicately.

He chuckled.

“No, I’m not ambitious. I can move much more freely as Archduke,” he assured you, “but I wanted you to know the gravity of your responsibilities.”

You nodded.

“I think I understand,” you said, “you want me to bear the heir to the Zovith family.”

He looked down at you, his eyes flashing.

“I want you to lead the Zovith family,” he said.

–

When you were finally able to reach your room, you collapsed on the bed. Idreod had put you through your paces, making you meticulously review all of the Zovith’s family’s many assets. You wondered if the next day would be just as exhausting. At least there wouldn’t be an impromptu proposal.

You examined the ring on your finger. It wasn’t a run of the mill solitaire ring in the highest carat available. Instead it was a lovely antique with silver filigree. Small diamonds set in scallops surrounded a large central cushion cut diamond. You wondered if he had picked it out himself or if Airies had. It was so unique, it felt like it couldn’t have been arbitrary.

There was a knock at your door and you winced.

“It’s open,” you called.

The door opened to reveal Dessin and you frowned.

“I’m not sure you should be coming here like this,” you said.

He walked in anyway, but lingered at the opposite wall.

“I only want to talk,” he said. He looked down at your hand.

“That’s a pretty ring, did he give that to you?” he asked.

“It’s my engagement ring,” you said, feeling defensive for some reason and pulling it to your chest.

“He must have pulled it out of the vault,” he said, waving it away, “he doesn’t normally care about things like that.”

“You don’t think too highly of your brother,” you commented.

“He doesn’t think highly of me, either,” he said, scrubbing a hand through his hair, “he might be putting on an act for you, but my brother isn’t a good guy.”

You bit your lip.

“Well he’s certainly not warm and fuzzy, but…he’s surprised me today,” you said, because it was true.

He chuckled darkly, but oddly his face brightened.

“Enough about my brother,” he said, crossing the room and sitting down next to you on the bed, “I want to learn about my sister.”

You pulled your knees to your chest and looked over them at him.

“What do you want to know?”

“What’s your favorite color?” he asked.

You laughed.

“Really? That’s what you’re going with?” you giggled.

He huffed in mock derision.

“You can tell a lot about a person from their favorite color,” he said, “if it were pink I don’t know if we could be friends.”

“What’s wrong with pink?” you asked.

He grinned.

“Purple is better,” he said.

You laughed, your eyes gliding over his purple skin as he probably intended. What a flirt.

“I guess I have to be on team purple from now on, don’t I?” you asked, playfully.

He was silent for a moment and his hand lifted a bit of your hair. He examined it for a second.

“You don’t have to marry him you know,” he said, quietly.

You looked at him.

“I do,” you said, “I have debts.”

He looked down.

“My brother thinks he can buy anything he wants,” he grumbled, holding the lock of hair to his lips, “I don’t want him to have you.”

You put your hand on his wrist, gently pulling your hair back.

“Don’t worry about me,” you said, “please.”

“I’d do anything for you (Y/N), but not that,” he said.

You couldn’t hide your red cheeks.

“Um…I’m tired, Dessin. I think maybe you should go,” you whispered.

His eyes searched yours for a moment, then his usual cheerful self returned.

“Of course, sister,” he said, smiling, before leaning down and kissing you on the cheek, “goodnight.”

When he was gone, you clutched the covers, while you tried to get to sleep after turning the lock on your door.

—

“What do you think you’re doing Dessin?” Idreod growled at his younger brother as he dragged him out of the hallway where your room was located by his horn. He’d heard about half of your conversation and he didn’t like it. When they were far enough away that you couldn’t hear he slammed his head against the wall.

“Tell me what you think you are doing!” he demanded, holding him by the collar.

“You don’t deserve her Idreod,” he spat, “do you really think you can just buy someone? Are you an Ozil?”

“What do you know about it?” Idreod hissed, “you hop from bed to bed like a louse. You don’t know anything. She’s resilient and responsible. She will make a perfect archduchess.”

“But she’s not yours.” he insisted, “you purchased her, but she doesn’t belong to you.”

“She is mine,” he growled, “she’s accepted her future and that’s with me!”

“You’re going to break something precious and irreplaceable about her and you will regret it.” he snapped back, “You can’t give her love. I can! Let me have her! I’ll hand over the child you want.”

“You’re an idiot,” he shouted, his fist making contact with his chin. Dessin groaned and spat blood.

“You always have been! You have no sense of duty. Do you care what you are doing to (Y/N), confusing her? Do you know what those humans will do to her? They will sell her to an Ozil. Can you protect her from that or are you just playing with lives you have no real care for? You don’t know how to do “serious” Dessin, so stop acting.”

He jerked him up by his hair.

“And stay away from my fiance,” he hissed, before punching him in the stomach and leaving him on the floor.

“If I find you in her room again, I won’t be so lenient,” he called over his shoulder as he stalked down the hallway.

#alien fluff #sfw alien fluff #monster fluff #yandere fluff #yandere male #alien x reader #x reader #monster x reader #yandere x reader #exophelia

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blatantlackofdecorum · 1 year

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do you write for multiple characters at once? liek simple headcannons but w a few characters included? if not just ignore this but if you do what about ron, brett, and / or andre (feel free to pick who u wanna write for lol) with a Short™️ reader ? i really love what you've posted so far :P

I do! of course, and thank you!! I’m including height headcanons for everyone too.

Brett Hand

- brett stands at around 6′2″ or 74 inches. he’s the second tallest of the three, but has always been a little intimidated by anyone taller than him. so he mentions it less than ron does. - the type of man to buy you stools for your kitchen if he see’s you struggling to get anything. he won’t even mention it to you, but some days you randomly notice a lot of unannounced furniture. if he see’s something starting to wear or tear, he’ll just get you a new one. call him irresponsible with his money all you want, he just wants to make things easier for you. - oh the hugs are supreme. whether he’s checking in on you at work or simply just gotten home, draping his arms across your waist and hugging you from behind, to his chest has to be one of his favorite things. you could practically use him as a pillow and he’d still just be happy to have you with him. - would not hesitate to pick you up if needed. piggy back rides? he’s literally built for it, need to grab something high up? he’s right there without a second thought. he does tend to lay out his house a bit differently when the two of you start dating, if he knows you’ll be over he sets out any coffee supplies you could need on his counter so you don’t have to stress over it in the morning. - he does worry though, he knows you can take care of yourself but, if someone hurt you, especially while he wasn’t there, he couldn’t live with himself. just a little more cautious about your safety, (will splurge on any self defense tool you could ask for) he will not hesitate to get weirdly protective the second someone so much as looks at you wrong. - will occasionally call you short or shorty, but if he ever sensed it making you uncomfortable he’d stop. if he knows you well enough, he’s able to read you like a book. very hypervigilant.

Ron Staedtler

- ron is definitely the tallest of the three at a staggering 6′4″ or 76 inches. he’s also definitely the one that mentions it the most. he’s used to being the tallest person in the room, but he is such a tease.

- this man spends most of his time with you in his arms in some form or another. pda is already a strong-suit of his. leaning his head on your shoulder while you’re working? his fingers laced with his or his arm snaked around your shoulder? he loves it. can’t get enough of it. - definitely holds stuff above your head, waits for you to reach up and kisses you when you do. that’s practically his favorite move, and he pulls it off quite well every-time. he’s a pain in the ass but he really does love you.. he does get over affectionate sometimes, so prepare to be occasionally smothered in pecks. - will just grab stuff off shelves for you if needed, don’t think you won’t get a chuckle or two out of him as he does though. (if you get tired of his shenanigans and climb on the counter though he’ll cheer you on regardless)

- i’d say you get scary dog privileges but he’s more mildly concerning if anything. that being said if anyone ever tried to mess with you, they can prepare for an awful surprise when he stumbles upon it. he’s a nice guy but he knows how to kick some serious ass.

- very soft, will spoon the living hell out of you, (and doesn’t really have a preference between big spoon or little spoon) on one hand being coddled does feel pretty nice, and the other, he gets to wrap around you.. win win.

Andre Lee

- andre is our shortest member of the three, at 5′9″ or 69 inches, 😌 this only means that he isn’t used to people being much shorter than him in relationships, which means he’ll definitely notice it more. - he finds he actually does like being the taller one, but he is not nearly as showoffish as ron. if he sees you struggling to reach something? he’ll grab it for you. it was originally how the two of you met, you were struggling to grab a coffee cup from the top shelf of one of the cognito kitchens, and he noticed. not wanting to be awkward he grabbed it and delivered it to your desk.. than realized he made it a bit more awkward. - prepare for a lot of time spent with his head resting on yours, especially if he's tired. he falls asleep holding you a lot ( otherwise he tends to have trouble staying asleep) usually leaving you half awake and tangled in limbs. not that you really mind it. - might crack a few more jokes about it if he’s high, but he usually has a higher standard for humor than that, (absolute lie, if you so much as say ball around him he’ll giggle like a mad man) bad habit. if anyone else ever jokes about it though prepare to be lectured, only he can make fun of his s/o - would not hesitate to provide you platforms or heels if you were insecure (or dysphoric) about your height, but he thinks it’s just a part of you and won’t hesitate to remind you of that. prepare for him bragging over his perfect partner anytime you mention feeling insecure. - he’s just stupid in love with you, your height will never change that. <3

#inside job #brett hand #brett hand inside job #brett hand x reader #inside job brett #brett inside job #ron staedtler #ron staedtler inside job #ron staedtler x reader #inside job ron #ron inside job #andre lee #andre lee inside job #inside job andre #andre inside job #andre lee x reader #inside job headcanon #inside job headcanons

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diaryofaprettyprincess · 2 years

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ (modern esq. day) imagine obsessed!desperate!eddie munson x spoiledprincess!meangirl!reader..

he’s so in love with you, from the day he first met you he can’t get enough.

he somehow weaseled his way into your life a little bit after you both had met, even though you would roll your eyes at him whenever he stammered out a, ‘hi’ to you in the cafeteria.

he literally will do anything for you ,, he worships the ground you walk on.

(this is before you start dating.. you are just ‘friends’ with him *wink wink*)

he’ll drive you to school, watching you apply lipgloss in front of your compact mirror. his gaze always shifts to you as he watches you put the glossy makeup on your softly pouted lips.

he looks over at you again, biting his bottom lip before saying in a slightly breathy-tone, “you’re so beautiful, baby.”

you roll your eyes, seemingly annoyed, muttering an, “i know.”

he can tell you aren’t in the best mood ever (when were you really?), but he never wants to hear you stop talking.

“ i-is that new? “ he motions his head towards the lipgloss as you fix the gloss, blotting it lightly on the pad of your french-tip manicured finger, a new acrylic set he bought for you with practically all of his money (even though your parents supplied you with enough cash and you got new nails done every two weeks).

you roll your eyes at his question, as though it’s an obvious answer. “ duh, this is ‘princess pink’ lipgloss, i was using ‘pomegranet pink.’ “ you apply a little bit more of it, and eddie squeazes your inner thigh with his ring-adorned fingers, rubbing it gently back and forth to ease the slight sting.

“it looks amazing on you, baby. wish i could see that lipgloss stain on me...” he mutters the last part, but you’re too busy pouting your lips in the mirror, admiring how you look to notice what he said.

okay, but speaking of eddie literally being in love with you, he will not pass up the opportunity to touch you. anywhere, anytime, any place. it doesn’t matter.

“rub my shoulders.” you say, and he does it immediately, rubbing the muscles with his stronger fingers. he has to urge himself not to kiss the bare skin.

you both have sleepovers a lot at his trailer, so he makes sure to keep all of your stuff in the bathroom. he even has a drawer dedicated to your clothing; even 3/4 of his closet is filled with your clothes (you have an abundance, let’s just say that because your closet at home is HUGE and filled). the other 1/4 of his closet is his stuff squished together to make room for your things.

and he doesn’t mind one bit. your clothes smell like you and he loves when his clothes start smelling like his favorite person.

after you shower in his bathroom, you’re texting your friends as you get into bed, eddie just looking at you with so much love (his head on the pillow and chest/abdomen bare; showing his inky tattoos) as he observes your facial features.

he brings your feet into his lap and rubs them, kissing them gently as you giggle at whatever your friend said.

he’s constantly laying kisses on your body anywhere, but you don’t care one bit. in fact, you love it. you love the attention he gives you, and you kinda start to feel yourself fall for him. you aren’t worried about ruining your reputation or whatever because you believe that, ‘only losers are worried about their reputation being ruined’.

he’ll kiss your hand up to your wrist, arm, then shoulder as you talk on the phone with your cheerleader friend in his bed.

okay. now.

eddie loves to touch you.

sooo, he literallly will beg to eat you out to make you feel less stressed if its like exams season.

he’s literally on his knees in front of you as you sit on the bed.

he kisses your knees and the tops of your thighs, rubbing your calves. “please, princess. i’ll make you feel so good..”

and of course, you says yes.

and guys. he spends the whole night with his head between your thighs as you yank and tug on his hair, grinding on his face.

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he’ll shampoo and condition your hair when you’re relaxing in the bathtub, rubbing your shoulders as he sits on the marble ledge (it’s your bathtub) whilst candles are lit. (you guys aren’t dating yet so you don’t allow him to get into the warm water with you).

also, whenever you’re busy studying, he’ll ask you if you need anything and you’ll just say something like, “get me a water.” and of course he will. he’s basically jogging to that kitchen to get you what you want.

you shoo him away afterwards, though :,)).

going back to how he does literally anything for you (now you both are dating):

it’s a hot day, and all you want is a cold treat. your body is glistening with a sheen of sweat in eddie’s trailer as you both lie on his couch (he’s strumming his guitar, your feet in his lap).

you sit up, planting a small kiss on his warm neck, then brush your fingers gingerly through the loose strands of his hair that’s out of his messy, low, man-bun. “go get me a slushie. thanks, baby,” you kiss his cheek and he blushes a deeper pink before quickly setting his guitar down and then standing up. he kisses your pouted lips gently, saying bye and then heading to his car to the 7/11 to get you your treat. he makes sure to get a medium cherry slushie and strawberry twizzlers because they are your favorite.

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now, if you want a $50 coffee from out of town that will take him about a three hour round trip to get, he will get it.

“‘s just that--w-well, sweetheart, it’s kind of a far drive..” he reasons. you’re currently straddling his hips, twirling his hair around your finger. God, it’s incredibly hard to say ‘no’ to you.

so, you pout at him, “you don’t want me to be sad, right, baby?”

he quickly shakes his head, “n-no,”

you smile sweetly, kissing the pads of his fingers which make his mind go numb. “so you should be a good boyfriend an’ get it for me..you’re always so good to me, why stop now?” you whine softly, intertwining your fingers together and running your other hand up and down his arm, tugging at his soft spot as he gives in.

so, the next morning he leaves at 4:30, getting your coffee and keeping it warm in a thermos before changing it to a pink plastic coffee cup to bring to school for you.

now about school.

he carries your books, bags, and coffee around school for you; standing behind you whenever you stops to talk to friends.

he kisses your cheek before leaving for class if you both don’t have one together.

and obviously, you both are OBSESSED with each other’s touch and love.

you’re forcefully making out by your locker, not caring if anyone will inevidably see. because, look; if anyone dares to speak bad about him to you or your relationship, you will literally end them. not like kill them (unlike eddie if he caught someone talking to or about you (in negative way mainly)) but you will sabotage their reputation/legacy.

he goes to class with your lipgloss stained on his upper and lower lip, and his friends tease him for it. he doesn’t care at all because he is finally with you.. he will wear it with pride (along with the hickeys you suck on to his skin).

whenever you want him to get something you just pull that same look like;

“baby, go get me a lemonade,” stroking his arm, giving him puppy-dog eyes that he can’t say no to. not like he would anyway.

obviously, he gets up from his seat at the lunch table and gets it for you.

oh, and you sit in his lap literally any singular chance you get.

he’ll stroke your waist, kiss your neck; just love on you.

okay, speaking of the Hellfire Club.

you try not to interrupt him during one of his campaign meetings because you are nice in certains situations and you want him to have fun, but one day you find out about these super cute heels that just got released from this big brand and need a ride to go shopping.

so, you interrupt his game; swinging the drama club door open and saying. ‘eds, we’re going to the mall.’ he quickly shoots up from his seat at the front of the table and says his goodbyes to everyone as they groan.

about his friends; they wouldnt dare say anything bad about you or your guys’ relationship because they literally are scared to see him get frustrated or angry.

(for ex: you’ll whine an, “eddieee, let’s go!”, when he’s talking to his friends. he’s your ride home and you want to take a nap with him! you stomp your foot on the ground to emphasize your point, and because you’re wearing heels, it sounds more intimidating than it is. and guess what? his friends say nothing as he says a quick goodbye to them, wanting to spend time with you.)

anyway, eddie is literally so deeply in love with you and he loves that you boss him around. but when you’re in the bedroom, he likes to boss you around (sometimes ;) ).

#eddie munson #obsessed!eddie munson #yandere!eddie munson #obsessed!eddiemunson #obsessed!eddie munson x reader #bimbo!reader #meangirl!reader #spoiled!reader #spoiledprincess #spoiledprincess!reader #eddie munson x reader #obsessed!eddie munson x meangirl!reader #obsessed eddie munson x girly!reader #eddie munson x girly!reader #obsessed!desperate!eddie munson x spoiledprincess!meangirl!reader #desperate!eddie munson #desperate!eddie munson x reader #yandere!eddie munson x spoiled!reader

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♡ Indirect ‘I love you’s ♡

w/ podrick payne, tyrion lannister, sandor clegane (should i do more?)

♡ Podrick ♡

• Podrick is absolutely enamored by you so his heart, lungs mind- everything simply stops when you tell him you love him

• The words are stuck in his throat and, bless his kind heart, he apologizes for it! He thinks he falls for you even harder when you smile and kiss him softly, “Don’t be sorry, I only wanted you to know.”

• Brienne thought you would be a distraction but was proved wrong. Pod’s never been late to training and works harder in the yard, especially when he catches you watching as you pass by. Words may fail him but he can make sure that his sword won’t

• She and Tyrion can attest to it, Pod has always done his damnedest to protect the ones he cares for, he wants you to see that you’re no exception to that

• Said people from above also notice Podrick starts humming when doing tasks or strolling from one place to another

• Tyrion watches his old squire bid him goodnight after only an hour of drinking, faintly hearing that same tune fading down the hall. One doesn’t need to have the mind of a Lannister to see a fool in love, and this fool somehow proudly sings for all to hear

• His voice is wonderful. He knows it too that damn smirk on his face tells you so, “Podrick Payne, what are you doing?” You ask with a cheek hurting grin as he takes your hands into his

• He continues to serenading you, swaying you in small, slow circles. Pod enjoys how the tables have turned, now it’s you who’s as red as a tomato. Redder when his hand slides to your back as he dips you, kissing you passionately

♡ Tyrion ♡

• You’ll never want for anything if you’re his, he’ll do everything in his power to make certain of that

• Howeverrr if what you want is to hear the words then you’ll need to be patient. There’s been two people in this world that've both shown and told him he’s loved, his brother and his first wife. He’s just not ready but don’t they say that actions speak louder anyways?

• Tyrion doesn’t just throw money at situations regarding you, he’s very meticulous in his gifts and he listens to you as much as he speaks

• Your shoes are worn? Here’s five new pairs, take any or all of them. You liked that wine you had months ago that you can’t remember the name of? He’ll have it served with supper tonight. You offhandedly mentioned wishing you could play the lyre? A tutor will be present shortly and Tyrion wants a private performance as soon as possible

• Tyrion’s a busy man and any spare moment he gives to you but sometimes the hour is already so late you’re fighting sleep just to spend more time him

• He’s also a smart man that’s good with his words, he has a soothing voice that suddenly turns smug and your eyes open to glare at him

• “I know what you’re doing,” You say, struggling to hide a yawn. “I would hope so, I only do this every night. How else am I supposed to get you to rest?”

• A compromise is found, Tyrion lays with you in bed and tells you stories until you pass out with your arms around him, trapping him there with you until morning

♡ Sandor ♡

• Tell him you love him and Sandor softly replies with, “I know,” pressing a kiss to your crown

• The words scare him. Not as fiercely as fire but he sees them, sees you, as a weakness nonetheless

• Saying them outloud puts a target on your back and not only for the people around him, if the gods hear he’s acknowledged the words and decided to take you away from him— No. Sandor couldn’t live with that.

• Protection has always been the most natural way for him to show you that you hold his heart

• “I’d kill for you, y’know that?” He starts saying after you tell him you love him, or “I’d die for you,” while cupping your face in both his hands, he needs you to know he means it

• It doesn’t bother him one bit to know blood was spilt by his hand as long as you’re safe at the end of each day

• A less obvious way is when he feeds you— sometimes literally, Sandor will make sure you’ve eaten one way or another. Don’t tell him you’re not hungry, he’ll say, “Didn’t ask if you were hungry, open your mouth.”

• He’ll also let you pick off his own plate and grab you seconds without asking. Don’t worry about wasting, if you’re truly full then Sandor will finish off the rest

♡ requests open! ♡

#poiboidrabbles #x reader #game of thrones imagine #sandor clegane x reader #tyrion imagines #tyrion lannister x reader #podrick imagine #podrick payne x reader #sandor clegane imagine

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