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stariikis · 1 month

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what's your ETA?

synopsis ; in a crowded train headed towards your friend's art showcase, you and your boyfriend are caught in an awkward position.

pairing ; non-idol!nishimura riki x fem!reader genre ; fluff, established rs, literal forced proximity wc ; 1180 warnings ; kissing (a lil bit in public), lots of teasing, and mentions of height difference..

“I swear, if you make one more cup of coffee and insist you have to drink it before we go, I'll personally push you onto the train tracks.”

Nearly spitting out his beverage, Riki swallows abruptly and coughs. “Now, I would say I’m used to your violent tendencies, but that’s just gory. But I’d honestly like to see it.” His eyes shine with an unsettling excitement that has you blinking rapidly.

“You won’t be alive to see it…” You tilt your head and feign confusion. In reality, this is both your way of flirty banter. Since Riki just loves to tease you, you believe it’s only fair that you should be allowed to tease back. However, your version of teasing is questionably rude at times, way worse than any fireball of quips Riki showers you with.

“You wanna go or not?” Riki sighs, his mug making a clunking sound on the table when he puts it down. “I’m ready to just sit here and argue with you until night — I’m not the one desperate to see Sunoo’s art exhibition.”

“No, I swear it’s not because I’m desperate to go. You’re the one who’s closer to him though?” You shake your head and frown in bewilderment. “Fake friend.”

Riki whips around in his seat. “Pick me!”

”Bad boyfriend!” You erupt into laughter and lunge forward to ruffle his hair.

Playing along, Riki gets up and pushes you gently away from him. But at the same time his fingers grab ahold of your wrist, holding you close, like he doesn’t really mean it. He’s casting the bait, eyes that look deeply and adoringly into yours glimmering with enthusiasm.

“You’re taking it to heart. Don’t take it to heart,” he murmurs, and leans in to kiss you, voice dropping down to a low. “Pathological liar.” Before you have time to protest, he giggles, hugging you close as if daring you to spit out another one of your alleged, ‘lies’.

When you both reach the station, its difficult to see through the sardine-packed crowd of people in front of you. “It… is so crowded,” you tiptoe to be able to whisper in Riki’s ear – and even that’s not enough, he has to lean down with a huff of amusement for you to reach. “Why is it so crowded today?”

Shrugging his shoulders loosely, Riki slips his hand into yours, squeezing it tight. “You’re the one who wanted to go to this art show.” He mutters quietly. “Kim Sunoo’s, no less. You know we can just ask him to conduct a private show for us?”

“Is supporting your friends a concept nonexistent to you?” You snap, feigning irritation but responding by rubbing your thumb over his. Your boyfriend pretends to be hurt by this, staggering backwards as much as he can in the crowd. His free hand clutching his chest, the playful atmosphere set by your banter fades when he looks at you. Wearing a gentle smile, he leads you into the train when the doors and gates slide open.

He manages to secure you both a spot along the wall near the right-hand-side doors. You can tell by the guilt in his eyes that he wants to find you a seat too, but you’re probably going to get dirty looks from the elderlies if you do so. Luckily, he saves you the social torture and doesn’t force you to take a seat.

The first few stops the train makes are still bearable. Riki is squashed a little too close for comfort at times, caging you in against the wall while you just stare ahead as if nothing’s happening. You ignore the tingles the situations send, all the way from your neurons down to your toes. However, when the crowd dissolves as they alight at their respective stations, you can breathe a sigh of relief.

Like usual, Riki makes a snide remark about your morning breath (even though you’re quite certain your dental routine is competent), and returns to scroll on his phone. What disheartens you, though, is how genuinely uninterested he seems in Sunoo’s exhibit. And how bored he seems to be, despite being here with you.

There’s a nonchalant faze across his face as he scrolls social media, leaning in close with a hand adjusting its grip on the grab bar next to you. You tilt your head, chest starting to ache. Does he really not care as much as you’d like to think he does? To not even feel an ounce of excitement in this moment?

The train screeches to a halt as if agreeing with your intrusive thoughts. There’s still a long way to travel downtown to where the exhibit is held, and unfortunately for you, this is the most crowded station the train has stopped at by far. So many people pour into the carriage that it’s not even five seconds before Riki’s whole body is pressed up against yours.

He drops the arm holding his phone down to his side.

People are pushing you on both sides, and suddenly there’s a wave of gratefulness that you’re not stuck in the middle of the carriage. As if your current situation isn’t painful enough. Your boyfriend can’t meet your eyes, and it’s not surprising. With your noses mere inches apart (only because of the height difference), even you, usually assertive and confident, have to look into the distance.

“Sorry…” Riki says in a hushed tone, moving his lips closer to your ear. His head has practically dropped down onto your shoulder, and you can feel yourself filled with vigorous tremors. He slips his phone into his back pocket, and the hand previously holding it snakes protectively around your waist. You blink up at him, expecting a warm look down, but all you’re met with is narrowed eyes carefully scanning the surroundings.

His neck still dipped downwards, he hugs you close when the final few people slip into the train. Clearly feeling you shaking, he hums soothingly into your ear, “you’re safe”. “You have me.” “Don’t be too scared.” Anything else he says goes in one ear and goes out the other.

Because. In such a situation, what would you expect your boyfriend to proceed to do? a), Accept fate and stay in position, b), shyly turn away from the deathly awkwardness, or c), giggle and tilt his head to pepper kisses along your neck?

Riki chose C.

He’s so gross, you think, but only when you’re stumbling out the train and running all the way to Sunoo’s exhibit to save yourself from remembering the situation more. Why did he ever do that? I should have shoved him away and called him a pervert and acted as if I didn’t know him.

What a lie — when he was pressing a final kiss against your cheek your first thought wasn’t even remotely close to wanting to shove him away. Rather, you had pouted, arms wrapped around his neck, because he’s going to have to make up for being both indifferent towards you and making you so late.

(It is never really his fault.)

thank you for reading! i'm so sorry for the lack of uploads recently, life has just gotten a little bit busier and i finally got a lil break so i decided to write this prompt i thought of a while back!

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amouria · 2 years

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I don’t doubt Zack not wanting Berg and Wh*don’s names on the Z*JL cut, for professional (they were his direct block in making the film the way it was supposed to be) and personal reasons (set abuse and racism) but that line in R*lling Stone was def not a direct quote lmao. It sounds like a comic book villain and is not Zack’s style as Chris mentioned last year.

#not giving the rs interview clicks #it's just INCH RESTING that it drops #the eve before the zsjl digital release #and further casts doubt on the abuse allegations by wh*don from the set #double yoo bee is beyond pathetic

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klywrites · 9 months

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so you know how elara in rs1 sews pockets into her dress. do you think kessaly teased/reminded her of this years later when elly started putting bugs and little creatures in her pockets?

Yes! And don't forget—Elara used to climb trees and garden walls as a kid (she mentions this in one scene at Shinescribes), before she was disciplined for this behaviour. I think she might've handled bugs and creatures at some point too, even though that's never been written (although there was that one old short story ft. young Elara and Cora finding a frog).

#kly answers #rscast #I miss rs1 cast 😩#rs1 #rsverse: elara #rsverse: kessaly #rsverse: elly #btw cora was a character in original rs #who probably doesn't exist anymore

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pian-ran · 2 years

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#some people need to understand no st*r w*rs cast member is going to be in knives out 3 bc rian can't stand either of them except for kmt

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ohimsummer · 12 days

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Gojo 🤩

— fluff, established rs, ik the emoji has stars but…..ocean-eyed satoru <3, going nuts over my beautiful, amazing, starry-eyed, angel boy, i went crazy w the metaphors and descriptions but this was my excuse to be insane about his eyes :3

Surely Satoru knows you’re staring at him right now. He always knows when he’s being watched, but the both of you facing each other, inches apart, does make things a bit more obvious.

You can’t help it, it’s easy to get lost in him—his eyes, specifically. In the dark, with only the moonlight as illumination, they shine and glimmer, playful waves of blue sweeping you farther and farther out to sea. While Satoru is distracted on his phone, supposedly paying you no notice as he writes a caption for the post about you two he’s making, you are safe from drowning in the blue of his eyes. They are docile when he wants them to be, calming like a quiet lake—gentle as they allow you to float carefully on the surface.

Other times, like when he’s frustrated or angry or maybe if he wants something out of you, they are bright, and hypnotizing. They are a burning blue storm, trapping you in the eye of a whirlwind. Once you’re caught, it’s almost impossible to pull away, and when you’re in, you’re in. Try as you might, those eyes will hold your gaze, glue you to the spot. And they will turn you loose when and only when he feels ready.

“Stop staring.”, Satoru huffs out a laugh. “Creep.”

His words snap you out of a trance. The danger of getting lost in those eyes.

“Fine.” You pout, glaring playfully at him. “I’ll never look at you ever again.”

Satoru jolts up, flabbergasted at your resolution. “Now, now, wait a minute, don’t do that!“

He is casting twinkling eyes at you again, and they are not the calming waters of a lake, but a swirling, cerulean cyclone. Therefore, it is an easy decision to do what Satoru says, or else he may keep you trapped in those same blues forever.

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#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #Satoru gojo x reader #Jjk x reader #satoru gojo drabble #satoru gojo imagine #gojo satoru imagine #jjk imagine

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kyuala · 16 days

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ranking de paus-mandados do cast de lsdln

fontes: nao foi preciso.

10. enzo

gente vcs que me perdoem mas não consigo comprar muito a fic de que o enzo é pau-mandado não 😔 imagino que num relacionamento ele seja mais propenso a fazer as vontades da outra pessoa do que o normal (acho um suspiro e um "olha o que vc me faz fazer, nena" a cara dele 👁️) mas mesmo assim ele tem limites. este homem tem orgulho. então fica em 10º lugar no nosso ranking pois temos piores

9. fran

eu vejo o fran muito neutro na real? (o que diz muito sobre esse ranking uma pessoa neutra estar em penúltimo rs) não acho que ele vá te negar muitas vontades mas tbm não acho que ele saia fazendo tudo que vc manda (talvez na fase da lua-de-mel pra querer te agradar, mas só). acho que ele gosta mais de relacionamentos igualitários, onde as vontades dos dois são saciadas. mas como eu disse, não acho que ele te negue muita coisa até pq é muito do "vamo?" "vamo!" então acho que ele acaba sempre indo na tua mais pq ele também já tava querendo fazer aquilo do que só pq vc quis, sabe?

8. matías

o famoso reclama mas faz. na maior parte do tempo ele até finge que não (já admitiu uma vez ser teu pau-mandado mas nega até hoje e até jura de pé junto que não foi ele) mas a verdade é que ele faz sim a maior parte das tuas vontades. faz reclamando, faz bicudo, pode até fazer xingando, mas faz. o problema é que às vezes ele também gosta de negar algum desejo ou outro teu só pelo prazer de ver você toda bicudinha e emburrada pois acho que ele é atentado nesse nível sim. aí é foda

7. pipe

aposto que vcs acharam que ele estaria mais pra baixo mas CALMA LÁ eu tenho minhas razões. já falei aqui e vou repetir: acredito firmemente na ideia de que o pipe caga e anda pras pessoas que não sejam da família ou dos amigos dele, então ficante ou peguete não tem mt papo com ele não; se desagradou ele mete o pé, não deixa se crescer muito pra cima dele não. agora no momento que ele fica apaixonado, minha filha... ele se fudeu pq perde todo e qualquer senso de orgulho que tinha antes e a vida dele passa a ser vc. quer sim sempre fazer todas as tuas vontades e não liga muito de ser praticamente teu capacho pq pra ele é muito óbvio e natural ele simplesmente?? fazer tudo??? que a princesa dele quer???? o único aspecto que ele perde aqui é que na verdade ainda tem um pouquinho de orgulho sim e não costuma ser muito do amistoso quando estão brigados ou acabaram de se resolver. pra piorar quando o time dele perde ele fica todo esquentadinho e não quer mto saber de nada, mas isso é com todo mundo (não só vc) então tudo bem. só dê o espaço dele que em pouco tempo ele volta todo dengoso pra ser teu cachorrinho de novo

6. della

simplesmente quase não há momentos em que ele não queira te agradar, são raríssimos. acho que só se for uma coisa tipo, muito absurda, fora da realidade ou que possa vir a fazer mal pra alguém de alguma forma, sei lá. mas de resto ele é da mesma ideia do pipe de que pra ele é muito natural ele querer sempre fazer todas as tuas vontades até pq vc é a rainha da vida dele e ele apenas um maluco apaixonado, claro que ele vai querer te fazer feliz o tempo inteiro. e tem zero vergonha de ser teu capacho: só da uma risadinha quando os amigos zoam chamando ele de gado, nem contesta pq sabe que é

5. pardella

mesma linha do della. você = rainha, ele = teu servo e ele tem isso muito claro. ia deixar os agustíns juntos mas, além do coração fraco do pardella (acho que até se for algo muito fora da realidade ou uma ideia não tão boa assim, talvez um biquinho teu e um olhar de cachorro pidão sejam o suficiente pra ele se derreter todo, jogar toda a noção pela janela, falar "claro, minha princesa" e ir dar um jeito de fazer), o critério de desempate aqui foi que o pardella tem seus momentos de bater no peito e falar "eu obedeço minha mulher MESMO" com muito orgulho, enquanto o della já é mais na dele, só acena com a cabeça e concorda. acho que só

4. kuku

aqui se separam os homens dos meninos: não é necessário nem relacionamento pra esses aqui começarem a te servir. bastou pintar um clima ou uma pontinha de sentimento pro kuku já te olhar com os maiores corações do mundo nos olhos e querer te atender em tudo. tá sempre à tua disposição pro que vc precisar, vai querer sempre saber de todos os teus gostos e dos teus quereres e lembra de tudinho. pra ele tudo que vc quer tá bom e isso só se intensifica quando tá num relacionamento. é muito fácil de lidar com ele pq ele muda todo o planejamento dele só pra atender as tuas vontades, dá até dó. se vc perguntar o que ele quer e se dispor a atender os desejos dele, independente dos seus, ele entra em curto-circuito e é capaz de te pedir em casamento na hora. só não entrou no top 3 pq ainda é um homem sensato e se ele acha uma ideia sua ruim vai tentar te convencer disso - com muito jeitinho, mas vai

3. santi

queria iniciar dizendo que foi bem difícil desempatar o top 3 pois aqui está apenas a nata dos homens capachos. só os mais mandados dos mais mandados. o santi segue à risca os mandamentos do homem pau-mandado (no caso todos os mandamentos são teus) simplesmente pq ele tem muito amor no coração, principalmente por vc, e quer fazer de tudo pra te fazer sentir esse amor o tempo inteiro. ele é completamente incapaz de lidar com a sua infelicidade ou insatisfação, odeia te ver descontente e é capaz até de chorar junto quando você não se sente bem. dá tudo de si por vc e pela relação e só pegou o 3º lugar pq quando acha uma coisa má ideia vai hesitar (mas só hesita mesmo pq no final é sempre vencido pelo amor)

2. rafa

bom simplesmente desafio qualquer um a olhar para este homem e não falar que ele é o capacho mais submisso do planeta terra. assim que ele bate os olhos e se encanta por vc a cabeça dele já começa a funcionar só para te agradar. ele é o tapete pra vc pisar (mas por favor tenha cuidado com ele, ele é apenas um homem 😔) e as suas vontades viram as vontades dele, perigoso até perder um pouco a noção de si ou dos limites da vida se não tomar cuidado. do tipo que você precisa dar uma dura de vez em quando pra fazer ele pensar um pouquinho em si mesmo. parabéns rafael federman nos nossos corações vc já ganhou

1. simón "vivo para minha mulher 🙏🏼" hempe

O PÓDIO SÓ PODIA SER DELE, PARABÉNS SIMÓN! PAU-MANDADO DO ANO 2024 🥳 ele pode até chegar com uma desvantagem (na vida de cachorrada que ele levava antes de vc não tinha espaço pra ficar obedecendo os outros não - era só uma sacanagem e tchau 👋🏼) mas ele mais do que compensa uma vez que está apaixonado. não tem desejo teu que ele não queira atender ou vontade tua que ele deixe passar sem ser saciada. move céus e terra e faz das tripas coração por vc. vc mandou? ele obedece. vc pediu? ele faz. vc comentou por cima? ele já está indo atrás. vc começou a pensar? o sexto sentido dele já se aguça. bate no peito (e na aliança) com orgulho e fala que é teu pau-mandado SIM e que sabe o lugar dele, que é só te obedecer. não suficiente ele ainda fala pra deus e o mundo e quem quiser ouvir que mulher é pra ser obedecida e respeitada e ainda tenta espalhar essa ideologia pros amigos. ícone dos paus-mandados e presidente da associação dos homens cachorrinhos <3

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grimreaperschild · 10 months

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guitar practice 4

summary: sad excuse for a plot thickens and wednesday pays you an untimely visit

warnings: swearing, wednesday level affection

a/n: some flashbacks and we get to see rs abilities sorry i took a while to get this out lol been enjoying summer, gonna post some drabbles soon hopefully, any ideas or requests greatly appreciated also let me know if you wanna be added to the taglist it wouldn’t let me tag some people so if i didn’t tag you im sorry, happy reading!-🦷

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you wake with a start sitting up sweat sticking your (y/h/c) to your forehead, turning to your bedside table you pick up your phone and check the time 2:44am the clock reads, you groan. looking over at the other side of your dorm yoko is snoring softly, no practicing in here then.

letting out a content sigh you push open the door to your studio letting the familiar scenery put you at ease, the “studio” was actually just a room tucked into the far corner of nevermore academy’s many winding hallways, the walls covered in your spray paint cans covering the shelf’s a small sofa big enough to seat 3 sat dejectedly in the corner your amp next to it a line of mirrors on the left side that opened up to closet space that you still hadn’t found a use for.

you throw yourself onto the sofa pressing your palms to your eyes it’s starting again his voice rings clear in your mind, “yes, yes i can see that” you mutter pressing into your eyes more.

the nightmares always got worse near parents weekend, the buzz of all the students making your heart thrum in your chest, your palms sweat in class and he seems to follow you everywhere, hovering over your shoulder voice penetrating your mind, usually you could swipe him away his body dissipating into the air leaving you in peace y/n “callum, stop.” you all but whined but it was too late.

you know i don’t blame you

that’s all it took for the memories you had tried so desperately to push down to rush back leaving deep gashes as they claw steadily to the front of your mind.

“your a monster” your mother screamed chocking on her tears no. bright blue and red flashes danced off the walls as the body bag was thrown into the back of the ambulance stop no. you grab at your chest as your breathing comes out in ragged gasps fire spreading from your fingertips to your elbows you close your eyes focusing on your breathing like your therapist (dr kimbot) had taught you, eventually your breathing evened out and you cracked open your eyes looking at the charred remains of your sleep shirt, you frown that’s the 3rd time this week and it’s only wednesday, oh, wednesday.

you shake your head clearing the name from your mind, you pick up one of your many guitars this being one of your favourite acoustics, your dad had made it for you when you were 12 you rub your fingers over the engraving “to my daughter the love and light of my life don’t ever give up- pa” you smile sadly strumming to ensure it was still in tune you quickly lose yourself in the music.

a familiar chord progression slips from your fingers and you freeze realising what you’d played the memories flashing through your mind

“nes” you giggled at the girl’s unimpressed expression “baby it’s not that hard” she swats your hand away from hers that’s resting on the body of your guitar, she frowns nimble fingers struggling to stretch into the correct position for the chord you where currently trying to teach her, you lean back and observe the girl the light from the rising sun was casting her in a golden glow her brown eyes twinkling when she finally sounded out the chord “told you it wasn’t hard” she hummed eyes coming to meet yours “sometimes i dream about dissecting you, i imagine there’s fire flowing through your veins” the ghost of a smile on her lips at the thought, you snort “your morbid wednesday” “i want our remains to be burned together” she says completely ignoring your last statement “romantic” you quip back a smile on your lips, she stands “come cara mia i have a surprise for you” she doesn’t wait for you as she steps back through the window into her dorm

your crying?

the comment snaps you out of your mind you reach up and feel your cheeks are wet “i guess i am” go on tell your big brother you watch as his form jumps over the back of the sofa landing with a soft thud his toothy grin putting you at ease “im older than you now” i still age when im dead y/n, don’t take that from me.

you chuckle at how serious he’s being “yes sir” you mock salute him giggling as he pulls his lips into a thin line still waiting for an answer to his previous question, you wait for a second knowing your not going to be able to avoid this one you take a deep breath readying yourself “im scared to see mum again cal, and wednesday won’t stop starting at me and enid and i don’t even know what me and enid are and i miss you and i hate being an outcast” you rush out all in one breath then in a much smaller voice you add “and i hate that i see dead people, i hate that all i do is destroy things and the more i feel the more i lose control, god i’ve set so much on fire recently” you sink back into the chair feeling deflated.

he leans forward your not cruel y/n, your damaged, damaged goods are still good.

you say nothing letting his words wash over you, you push yourself up off the sofa checking your phone 5am blinks back at you and you take your dnd off watching the plethora of messages, mainly from enid pour through

3:24am

(enid❤️): y/n you ok? yoko said your not in your bed?

(enid❤️): your worrying me bby

4:50am

(enid❤️): y/n i’ve given you as much space as i can, please answer your phone.

4:55am

(yoko🧛‍♀️): told enid your probs in your studio good luck and god speed my friend

you giggle at that last message shooting a quick one back before focusing back on enid’s chat

(y/n): don’t wait up for me

you smile as yet another message comes through from enid

(enid❤️): ur lights on can i come in? x

(y/n): come in enid, the doors always unlocked for you x

you slip your phone into your back pocket as the door opens and closes you turn back to the sofa a hollow feeling in your chest as you realise callum’s given you and enid space, she gasps when she sees you “you’ve been crying” you hum too tired to reply and she puts her hands on your forearms taking in your burned t “the nightmares have started haven’t they?” you nod pulling her with you to the sofa and pulling her into your lap arms tight around her waist her hands come up to massage your scalp kissing your head.

your not sure when you fell asleep but you wake up sprawled out over enid her arms around you in a protective manner, you yawn and suddenly an icy feeling makes it’s way down your spine as you look up and make eye contact with wednesday, she’s stood at the door impassive expression on her face you untangle yourself from enid without waking her standing and padding over to her “your not welcome here anymore wednesday” you whisper yell at her, she opens her mouth to speak closes it again thinks finds the right words and takes a step forward towards you “i have accepted tyler’s invite to the raven, i understand you and enid will be there together, you must know i will have you back”

you stand in stunned silence as she continues taking another step towards you “i know you, i know you still think of me, im utterly devoted to you but you must let my investigation run its course” you take a step back towards the sleeping blond suddenly not liking how far away you are “that’s sweet, didn’t know you had it in you, good for you wednesday but your actions make your words meaningless, now if you’ll excuse me im sure im late enough for parents day as it is” you take another step back checking the time.

1:23pm

your eyes near jump out of your head

shit.

“enid” you yelp and she jumps and slinks out of the room like a kicked dog before enid can spot her “enid” you shout this time and it finally stirs her out of her slumber groaning at the bright light of your studio room “what” she grumbles not being a morning person “it’s half 1” she jumps up at the realisation “fuck” “yeah. fuck.” she scrambles to the door grabbing your hand and pulling you with her as she runs for your dorm as it’s closest throwing the door open and going straight to your closet “yeah help yourself” you call out chuckling at the girls antics, a shirt hits you square in the face as she tumbles out half dressed in your joggers and a hoodie.

“put that on keep the joggers you have on now we don’t have time, shit they’ve been here for 2 hours” you hum anxiety spiking as you picture your mums face, you grab enid’s arm as she attempts to rush past you while pulling her shoes back on, you pull her flush against you “good luck with your family today text me im gonna miss you” she smiles reaching up to peck you on the lips “remember to call me if it gets too much n/n, good luck too” she kisses you again sweetly and then she’s gone out the door and down the hall before you even blink.

your left alone in your room tear tracks on your cheeks the tattered remains of a t-shirt clinging to your body the fresh one enid threw at you in your hands, you sigh, again.

come on trooper, let’s do this together

you smile as cal forms in-front of you, at least being able to talk to the dead meant you could be haunted by your favourite sibling.

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tag list: @allison-iloveyou @thedemoninme141 @alphaniner1415 @ctrlamira

#jenna ortega x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x reader #enid sinclair x reader #jenna ortega #emma myers #emma myers x reader #enid sinclair

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xexyromero · 2 months

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Ooi, amor! 😘 Você faria mais um Post sobre como eles são com ciúmes sobre os meninos do Post do show? E tem alguma chance de você escrever sobre o Agus Della Corte, o Agus Lain que já deixou bem claro que é ciumento de carteirinha 😂❤️ ou o Simón Hempe também? Só para tirar a dúvida,rs! Amo sua escrita! ❤️ Obrigada, amor!

wn: demorou! mas chegoooou! muito obrigada e desculpa a demora <3

meninos do cast x ciúme pt. 2

fem!reader headcanon

tw: ciúme (?)

santi:

é ciumento sim, mas daqueles ciumentos beeeem quietinhos.

não vai falar, nem fazer grande alarde, nem fazer drama, nem te culpabilizar. ele só sente um comichão ruim no peito e tenta, ao máximo possível, não dar muita atenção até entender o que ele mesmo está sentindo.

assim que ele entende, analisa e pensa a respeito, ele chega a conclusão do que, mais ou menos, pode ter causado o ciúme. e não tem papas na língua pra te perguntar ou falar sobre o que deixou ele inseguro.

“você está com ciúme?”

“sim. você falou com uma pessoa que eu não gosto, fiquei inseguro. é um problema? a gente pode falar a respeito?”

pipe:

ciumento daqueles que não se aguenta de tanto ciúme.

não tem a menor vergonha de admitir, inclusive.

vai botar um bico enooooorme, fazer drama, se chatear e é capaz até de brigar com você. a voz vai ficando mais fina e mais confusa na medida que ele vai se explicando.

apesar disso, se acalma rapidinho. é só você dar o mínimo de atenção ou dar qualquer explicação boba que ele aceita. não guarda muito rancor. mas vai fazer o drama três vezes maior que você fizer de novo.

“você está com ciúme?”

“estou-com-ciúme-sim-você-foi-idiota-e-ficou-conversando-quase-beijando-na-boca-daquele-babaca-como-você-tem-coragem-de-fazer-isso-comigo-na-minha-frente-você-me-odeia-?”

blas:

por incrível que pareça, nada ciumento.

o tempo que ele levou pra perceber que estava com ciúme, o ciúme já passou.

sinceramente acha que tem coisas melhores pra fazer e motivos mais sólidos pra brigar.

vai fazer muita brincadeira e não levar a situação à sério de forma alguma - ainda mais se você tiver feito meio que de propósito só pra ver a reação dele.

“você está com ciúme?”

“ciúme? de quê? de ti? teu namorado sou eu, rapá. tem ciúme aqui não.”

agus della corte:

não é muito ciumento não, mas fica incomodado com algumas situações.

principalmente situações que envolvam um homem desconhecido por ele muito próximo de você ou alguém que tome liberdade demais com seu corpo.

não vai fazer muita coisa a respeito e apesar de ficar um pouquinho chateado (bem pouquinho mesmo), é mais capaz de dar de ombros e fingir que não viu nada do que te confrontar.

só vai ficar chateado e perder a razão se você torcer pra um time oposto ou se achar algum jogador mais bonito qu ele - mas leva na brincadeira também.

“você está com ciúme?”

“eu? não. passa o mate pra cá?”

simon:

ciumento da ciumentolândia especialmente no quesito emocional da coisa: se você assistir um seriado de vocês com uma amiga, ele vai ficar muito sentido.

apesar da chateação inicial, ele é bobo que só e perdoa/compreende fácil.

mas tende a ficar um pouquinho mais quieto e silencioso, principalmente se a situação ocorrer em uma festa ou local com várias pessoas.

é só pelo drama, se ele for bem sincero. e nem é tão dramático assim - simón é uma pessoa muito tranquila até mesmo quando está afetado.

“você está com ciúme?”

“linda, esse seriado aqui é de quem? isso mesmo, meu e seu. então a gente assiste eu e você. por favor!”

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