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tigergendermoved · 4 months
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I don't like DDLC'S MC very much on a very petty level but I still wish there was more fic or meta speculation about him. I'm not interested in him as a character, though, because he's barely a character. Literally by the game's standards, he has no inherent "character file." He is the SCRIPT, if anything. All of his thoughts and actions occur within the little text bubble at the bottom of the screen, and so do the characters'. He barely appears in CGs, has no body sprite, and it is through his observations and his thoughts and his call to make choices that the game progresses.
I think that specific trait of MC is fascinating, especially given how deep reaching Monika's manipulation is. During Act 1 he is active, he is talkative, he has a definitive (and yet inconsistent, based on which girl(s) you're speaking to) personality. He has thoughts about just about everything going on. And yet in Act 2 he is reduced to dust. He stops having any kind of commentary and he almost never remarks upon the horrible occurrences around him unless prompted or unless it is something that could plausibly happen in the realm of reality, like Yuri abandoning him for 10 minutes and Natsuki collapsing on him. But even then he's still significantly muted. Yuri and Natsuki have a horrible fight and the only kind of response he tries to throw out is co-opted by Monika. He witness Yuri declare her love for him and talk about how she would love to pull his skin open and crawl inside of him and the only thing he has to say is "yes" or "no" when she asks if he likes her back. And then he physically cannot move or speak or react because the world is so far gone that Yuri's death has damaged him, the script, so much that all he hears is gibberish coming from her lifeless mouth.
And like... that's neat to me. I like that by the end of Act 2 the script is so off the rails and so far gone from reality that MC can no longer really function as a person, because the script is barely functioning. He stops reacting to anything happening around him and most of the conversations he has are just the girls talking at him. Monika has to literally rewrite the script and force Yuri and Natsuki to say things to further her agenda or keep the scene rolling. MC had a clear and very human response to Sayori's death because it was a plausible but horrible (and not forced) event that could happen naturally. Yuri's death was so jarring and away from the scope of the natural order of his world that MC (and Yuri, by extension) can only sit frozen and broken until Natsuki and Monika show up to force new progress.
Like Monika's effect on the girls has been talked to death and it is an interesting topic but I also think what she unintentionally did to the POV character of the game is also something neat. It really adds to the feeling of the world in DDLC being hollow. The MC is a half-character who can only react in incredibly predictable ways, and when the world stops being predictable, he stops being anything more than a walking camera for Monika to speak into.
#ddlc#this isnt even really a character analysis this is just my vague jumbled thoughts on this guy#ive always found mc interesting even if he irritates me#when i was bored and a middle schooler i used to imagine this self insert of mine in his place#what choices would she make if she knew the ddlc world was a farce? what choices would she make if she didnt?#would she be beholden to the game structure and choices written in the game's script?#could she change anything? how would she feel if she knew the girls in a context where they were her normal friends?#these scenarios were of course some random shit i thought about to make PE less awful#but it made me think of how horrible and strange it would be in mc's position#and subsequently how mc himself kind of never gets the chance to BE in his own position in a way#he is fully beholden to the whims of monika and whatever the girls around him are doing at all times in act 2#even in act 1 his personality and motivations fluctuates constantly depending on which girl u are talking to#mc is the script and the script is mc. he never had a chance to change anything and neither did you#the only way you can do anything in that world is to be a character a .chr a person. and mc is not a person in any meaningful sense#on the topic of 'hey wouldnt it be fucked up to actually experience ddlc as a Thinking Person'#'to your eternity' (anonymous author) on ao3 specifically chapter 1 of it is a cool fic based on that thought#anyways. i know mc mostly just shuts up because it would be lame if every time yuri's eyes bug out he's like 'jeepers creepers!!!'#but i think his dwindling presence makes him an interesting non-character ❤️#doki doki literature club
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kingconia · 7 months
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TWISTED WONDERLAND'S HOUSEWARDENS WITH MC, WHO IS MUCH WORSE THAN THEM
(Aka. In their ’signature’ character trait.)
A/N: Idia was left out, because this author had no idea how to write his part.
Riddle Rosehearts. ❤️
— It is not a secret that Riddle might appear a little bit obsessed, when it comes to rules. He knows all of them, and he merely can't understand how others can be so careless!
— And since no one learned them, excluding him, they trusted with each word he said. Mostly, Riddle said truth, following the codex precisely;
— But, oh, he is still a human. Sometimes, he can make mistakes or confuse things...
— That is why, when a new student of his suddenly stood up to point out at his mistake, Riddle doesn't even know what to do: be happy that there is someone else like him, or get annoyed for a necessity to admit his wrong?
”Hmph, how dare you call yourself a housewarden of Heartslabyul, when you can't follow elemental rules?”
As other students gasp, shocked by this kind of braveness, Riddle feels his cheek heating. Either from anger or from a strict gaze of yours, that reminds him much of his mother.
”You said that the ’only ever drink tea with slice of lemon on even thursdays’ rule is under 53 number,” you repeat, with hands on the tips, and with no care to Trey, who tries to stop you.
”That, I did,” regaining his coldness, Riddle admits.
Truth to be told, he sensed that he made some kind of mistake with this one. But recently he had been more tired than usual, and it is not like someone else know those rules but him, right?
Right?
”Well," you huff. ”It is under number 35.”
Oh.
”I...” Riddle tries to ignore others eyes on him, fingers digging in the fabric of his pants.
He fights an urge to lie about checking other students, instead of admitting his fault. You don't give him time for any of that.
”Well, keep that in mind then,” you say. ”I expect my housewarden to respect our dorm rules, after all.”
With that, you merely leave.
Riddle has a very mixed feelings about this encounter...
Leona Kingscholar. 💛
— When headmaster Crowley stops him not for yelling at him for missed lessons, but to speak of another troublemaker from Savanaclaw, Leona is caught off guard;
— It appears, a new freshmen, gained a quite awful reputation. You seem to be sleeping all the time—you did, in the ceremony; and you do, if you appear on lectures, though, mostly, you don't at all—and the only good thing about you is your surprisingly high grades;
— Truth to be told, Leona is just amused by that. All those warnings some pretty familiar, so, he decides to see you himself;
— Of course, Leona couldn't expect you to be so familiarly annoying!
”Shit,” you yawn, a frown touching your face instantly. ”Dude, you must have a really good reason to wake me up.”
Leona blinks; his curiosity changing with irritation quickly as he hears you speaking so carelessly, while stretching under the tree, not even standing up to meet him properly.
”Oi, brat, pay some respect to your housewarden!” He hisses. ”Perhaps, you are forgetting who are you speaking with?”
”Leona-sama,” you sigh tiredly, not impressed by his answer, ”I can't pay respect to someone, who thinks that distracting me from my power nap, is fine.”
Leona is speechless. Mostly, because he doesn't know how to argue about this—he agrees that sleep is more important than anyone or anything in this school, after all. But the amount of disrespect...
”Do you have an idea of your reputation? Headmaster plans to expel you from the school if you continue like this.
Leona internally cringes from these words.
”Sure,” you hum lazily. ”Good luck with throwing off the best first-year student, just because they find those lectures boring.”
Leona can't even answer to you properly. You just fall asleep as soon as you stop speaking, with your tail wrapping around your legs peacefully. At least, he understands Ruggie now...
Azul Ashengrotto. 🩵
— Azul makes a quick background check on all of his students, of course. For safety reasons. More or less;
— So, he is surprised, when one of the freshman, who happens to be you, is too secretive. Azul can't find anything on you at all, even the smallest piece of information, and so, he gets curious;
— His first plan—to get twins stalker on you—fails, when you catch them in the action, somehow. Even worse, you somehow make a pact with them, which stops them from trying to dig in your past more...
— Your next step is to send Azul invitation for a little friendly lunch in the Monster Lounge. Sadly, when he agreed, he couldn't know that was expecting him here...
”I am failing to understand a purpose of our meeting,” Azul locks his hands together, staring at you without even blinking.
You make another sip of the apple juice you ordered, lips stretching in a soft smile.
”I am here to offer you a pact, Azul-sama.”
Azul almost bursts in the laughter. Who do you think you are, making this bold offer, going against him? What an amusement.
”Oh? Surprise me, then.”
”As far as I know, you spent last three weeks, trying to gain a little information about me. But, oh, all for nothing. Just as I tried to find an answer for a few questions considering you and the Monster Lounge, and failed... So, what I am proposing, is to exchange our secrets mutually,” you wink. ”What do you think?”
How stupid of you to think that he will agree on something like this!
”And why would I want to make a pact with you?”
Suddenly, you search for something in the inner pocket of your jacket. And as you find some envelope, you offer it to him.
”Because you don't want this to get leaked, perhaps?”
It takes a few minutes from him to process what is inside, but when he does, colours leave his face instantly.
”Y-you—”
How did you?..
”It is a deal, then.” You laugh.
Azul hates how there is nothing he can say to you...
Kalim Al-Asim. 🧡
— Kalim tries to befriend each student of his house naturally! But, sometimes, others don't want to return his sentiment as he is too loud and too naive for them, so they avoid him or offer a fake sympathy;
— So, when one of the students rushes to befriend him first, smiling widely as they met their old friend, Kalim is very, very happy!
— You match instantly, your undying energy and enthusiasm about everything bringing you close as soon as you start speaking;
— Even better, you take him seriously, too. It is something other do rarely, seeming him stupid and air-headed, but you know that is more than that. It goes in both way, after all.
”I... I must admit, I am very happy to be your friend,” you muse softly, back pressing to the carpet as both of you taking your short flight around the school. ”I think, I annoy a lot of people here... But I am not annoying you, am I?”
Kalim looks surprised with this question—after all, you knew him better than anyone!—as he rushes to shake his head in denial.
”No, no! You would never.”
You hum, turning on your stomach slowly. Head pressed on your crossed hands, you nod at him.
”That's good. Thank you.... And, Kalim?”
”Yes?” He asks, mirroring your pose, your shoulders pressing together.
”I think you are amazing housewarden, too. Don't allow anyone think otherwise.”
Before you manage to understand, Kalim is already tucking you on the back, to hug rightly. Just how you always know what to say to him, or how to make him happy?
Vil Schoenheit. 💜
— Everyone knows that despite his tight schedule, Vil always checks on all of his students, so they could fit standards of their dorm;
— He takes more time to deal with new students, though. Most of them are still not aware of Pomefiore rules and expectations, so, he needs to speak with all of them individually;
— So, Vil is slightly taken aback, when someone is already instructing new students before him. He watches as you explain others common rules, while giving them random advice on how to enhance their skin and hair routine, basing on different problems and offering interesting solutions, curiously:
— Of course, Vil can't wait to speak with you personally!
”Y/n Y/s, right?” You pause your speeches, nodding at Vil, who just entered the room. ”I had been watching you for a while, and, I must say, you have impressive qualities. And style, too.”
Vil partly expects you to become all shy over his compliment—that is what happens usually, at least—but, instead, you became even more serious than before.
”I appreciate that, but I believe my wish to help other classmates is partly selfish. And selfishness shouldn't be praised.”
It is not what he thought he will hear.
”And how so?” He asks with unhidden curiousity.
”I strive for perfection, and perfection can only be achieved by the hard work,” you punctuate firmly, raising your chin higher. ”But I also believe that your surroundings should fit you—and so, my dorm, classmates, and housewarden should meet my expectation for myself, too. Therefore, I need to guide them in perfection alone with myself.”
Ah.
Vil can't help but smirk. What an absolute pleasure to speak with someone, who knows what they are doing, who has right morals!
”Well, well,” he folds arm on his chest. ”I can't wait to see more of your hard work, then.”
”I would never disappoint.”
But as the conversation is finished, Vil already knows who is going to be the next housewarden, when he leaves.
Malleus Draconia. 💚
— When Lilia tells him that they now have another half-dragon creature in the Diasomnia, Malleus is partly curious. It is a rare thing to have someone of his own kind, after all;
— But, of course, Malleus can't just walk to you and start a conversation. Instead, he tries to see you more often; in school or corridors;
— It doesn't give him much. You seem very cold, and other classmates ignore your presence constantly, though, you don't seem to be interested in them, either;
— He finally has a chance to speak with you personally, when he finds you walking around gargoyles in the evening, though.
”Malleus-sama,” you bow your head, noticing his presence even earlier than he announces it. ”Good evening. How this one can help you?”
”Y/n,” he slightly nods, examining you closer. ”If I am not mistaken, there is party for the first-years in the school. Why are you here?”
Malleus can't help but notice hints of confusion, raising in your eyes, before you cover it with the usual stoic expression of yours. With a quiet sigh, you start petting the statute affectionately, much like an animal.
”Is that so? I am afraid, I wasn't invited, then.”
He rewards you with sympathetic look.
”I see,” he adds, awkwardly: ”I am sorry to hear that.”
”Oh, no time for regrets,” your fangs bare in a smile. ”Actually... Malleus-sama, I planned to ask you something for a while, but never had a chance to speak with you before. Can I?”
”Of course.”
”Headmaster told me, that you are leading the club of the researches that are dedicated to gargoyles... And so, I wanted to know what I need to join it. You see...”
As you start rumbling about the importance of gargoyles, Malleus can't help but wonder why he saw you as someone cold before. Was it something others thought of him, judging by short glimpses of his attitude in school?
But it doesn't matter anymore. He thinks, your company is very enjoyable, after all.
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skzstannie · 5 months
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“They hate me”
SKZ Drabble
Ot8 x insecure! 9th member! Reader
TW: none?? If you see something, lmk
Hi everyone! This is my first work on here, and I’m excited for more to come! I’d like to start off by saying this in no way represents SKZ/Yunho in real life; they are simply face claims for the characters.
Please comment or interact in some way so I know how you guys liked it!
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“Yunho,” you sobbed, curling into his side from your spot on the couch, “they hate me.”
“Sweetheart, they don’t hate you. I can assure whatever you could’ve done could not make them hate you.” He tries to sooth your shaking form by running his hand through your hair, but you abruptly sit up.
“How do you know that? I was messing up all the choreo last night, and Chan had to re-record my lines for the new song 7 times.” You hold up seven fingers to add a bit of emphasis. “And 7 times is a lot. And then to top it off, I threw up in the practice room because of how anxious I was feeling about it all,” you finish.
“Why does any of that warrant them hating you? So what, you made a few mistakes. I’m sure they’ve all messed up the choreography before, too.” He brings you back into his side by wrapping his long arm around your shoulder. “As for you getting sick, how are you supposed to control that?”
“You should’ve seen them, though. They all had steam coming out of their ears. I don’t even think the 7th recording was any good, but Chan just couldn’t stand to deal with me anymore so he sent me out of the booth. Lee Know looked like he was gonna rip his hair out if he had to correct me one more time, and I could feel the looks from everyone during the whole dance practice.”
“Did you ask them about these things before you left? Or did you just leave yourself to deal with these awful assumptions about the people who love you endlessly?”
“I left right after I got sick, never even told them where I was going,” you huff.
Once you’ve said it out loud, you realize how royally stupid you’ve been, and you immediately jump out of Yunho’s arms to find your phone. “Shit, have you gotten any calls or messages from the guys? I’ve probably worried them sick.” You wrestle around with the contents of your bumbag til you found your, evidently dead, phone. You fumble with your charger before hurrying to the kitchen to plug it in.
“No, I haven’t. Nobody really knows about… us, or this thing going on between us, so I wouldn’t have expected them to.” He gets up from the couch and walks to stand behind you, peering over your shoulder at your phone.
“Come on, come on, turn on you stupid thing.” You repeatedly press the power button, only getting the low battery symbol in return. Your heart’s beating out of your chest with anxiety as your phone finally starts to boot up. “I’m literally an awful person. They’ve probably just about raided the whole city trying to find me.”
“Maybe not, they might still be calm and figured you just needed a night to collect yourself.”
With that, your phone comes alive, and immediately you’re overwhelmed by the buzzing of missed calls and unanswered text messages.
17 missed calls from Channie 🤞🏻❤️
11 missed calls from Leebit 🐰
20 messages from BinBin 😘
15 missed FaceTime calls from Hyune 🫶🏻🫶🏻
11 messages from Jisung 🐿️
37 messages from Sunshine ☀️
24 messages from Menace 🙃🙂
13 messages from Innie 🦊
“Oh my gosh,” you gasp. The longer you stare, the more messages flood your lock screen.
“It’s alright, don’t panic. Just give Chan a call, I’m sure they’ll understand.” He rests his chin on your shoulder and hugs you from behind, trying to provide you comfort. “Or they’ll come around eventually, anyway,” he mumbles under his breath.
You’re quick to find Chan’s contact, and you immediately press the ‘call’ button. You put it on speaker phone, not wanting to be alone in this conversation. “You don’t have to say anything; I just feel more comfortable this way,” you explain, not wanting to unnecessarily drag Yunho into this conversation.
“Y/n! We’ve been calling you all night and looking for you everywhere! Where the heck are you? We’re coming to get you right now,” you hear Chan fidgeting with keys before he yells to Hyunjin, telling him to come to the car.
You sigh before relenting and apologizing for being so irresponsible. “I’m so sorry I worried you guys like that, just another thing I’ve messed up.”
“I don’t know what you’re on about, but we’ll talk about it more when you’re home safe. Now, where are you?” You hear the desperation in his tone. He just wants to know you’re safe.
You realize the slight predicament you’ve come to, and glance up at Yunho, but he just shrugs his shoulders at you.
“I’m, uh, at Yunho’s?” It comes out as more of a question, and you hear a squeal from the other side of the phone.
“What the heck are you doing with Yunho?” Hyunjin screeches, seemingly grabbing the phone from Chan’s grasp.
“That’s enough, Hyunjin. We’ll be right there.” He promptly hangs up, leaving you to anxiously await their arrival.
“Why Hyunjin now? Why not literally anyone else?” Yunho slightly panics, pacing around the kitchen in circles.
“What’s wrong between you and Hyunjin?” You raise an eyebrow, suddenly interested in this new information.
“We don’t really have any bad blood, per sé, or at least I don’t think we do. He’s always giving me dirty looks and I don’t really know why.”
While you wait for Chan and Hyunjin to arrive, you explain to him not to worry about Hyunjin.
You and Hyunjin have always been the closest out of all the members since the very beginning, and he quickly became extremely protective of you. You told him about some of your past traumas, and he made it his personal mission in life to never let anything bad happen to you again. This apparently entails him giving every male you’ve ever interacted with dirty looks.
Speaking about this makes you feel even guiltier knowing Hyunjin has probably been out of his mind since last night, hence why Chan wanted him to go with.
You hear a pounding on the door that breaks up your story time, and you rush over to open it, leaving Yunho hiding in the kitchen.
Chan bursts through the door, with a fiery looking Hyunjin right behind him.
Chan gathers you in his arms, holding you so tight you think all your ribs might crack. You wrap your arms around him, too, holding him with all your might.
When Hyunjin storms in, all he sees is red. “Where is he, huh?” He goes straight for the kitchen, and you tense in Chan’s arms.
“Hyunjin, he did nothing wrong. I came to him last night. Please just, take a deep breath.” You know it’s wrong to try to console him, after all, you’re the reason he’s like this in the first place.
“Why weren’t you answering our calls or messages? Did he take your phone? Did he have you trapped somewhere?” He rants, his hands clenching in tight fists.
You unintentionally gasp, thinking about how horrible this must sound to Yunho knowing he could hear every word. “Hyunjin!” You yelp, “nothing bad happened to me here! My phone was dead, and I was a crying mess all night and didn’t even look to charge it.” You exasperate, pulling away from Chan to go comfort him.
He meets you halfway, meeting you just in front of the coffee table in the living room. He puts his hands on your shoulders, closely inspecting every inch of your skin. You grab his hands and wrap them around yourself in a hug, squeezing him tightly.
“I’m fine, I promise. I’m sorry for disappearing like that. It was really dumb of me. I just needed somewhere to clear my head, and Yunho was the first person I thought of.” You rest your head on his shoulder, loving the feeling of the way he was soothingly rubbing your back.
“Why’d you come all the way here? The guys and I were right with you in the practice room; you know we’ll listen to you any day.” He pulls away slightly, enough to bring one of his hands to your cheek, wiping a stray tear away.
“Because I was scared you guys were upset with me.” You mumble, shying away from his gaze.
“What on earth made you think that? We were so worried about you all day yesterday, wondering why you weren’t acting yourself. And then when you ran off, we had no idea where to look. Had no idea what was wrong.” Chan joined the hug, pressing his face warmly into the back of your hoodie.
“I thought because I was messing up so much yesterday, you all hated me. I saw the looks everyone was giving me. You’re trying to tell me they weren’t looks of annoyance?” You question. Pulling away from them both so you could better have the conversation.
“They weren’t looks of annoyance, well, maybe Seungmin’s was, but you know how he is. They were looks of concern, we couldn’t figure out what was going through that pretty head of yours. We were not upset with you. We’re all aware everyone has bad days, you were bound to have one eventually.” Chan explains, feeling sorry that you’ve had these awful thoughts since last night.
“I’m really sorry I worried you guys. Next time I’ll talk to you before I rush to conclusions.” You give them a shy smile before, once again, you’re pulled into a hug and squished between the 2 of them.
“It’s ok, we forgive you. Now, let’s get you home before the rest of the guys drive over here themselves.” Chan grabs your hand and starts to lead you to the door, but Hyunjin stops you guys.
“I still wanna know why, of all places, you came and spent the night at Yunho’s,” he raises an eyebrow at you, crossing his arms. You hear a cough from the kitchen, and you call Yunho out to the living room to officially introduce him as your boyfriend.
“I’ll tell you two, but you have to promise not to tell anyone else.” You wait for them to give you a nod, squinting your eyes at Hyunjin until he gives in with a huff. “Yunho and I are dating.”
Yunho finally reveals himself from the kitchen and you wrap your arms around his arm. He gives them a tight-lipped smile, not entirely sure how they’re going to take it.
Their eyes get really big, surely not expecting that kind of news. “Why’d you never tell us?” Chan pouts, looking between the two of you. Hyunjin stays silent.
“Because I wasn’t sure how you guys would take it. It’s only been a couple of weeks.” Chan nods his head in understanding before stating that it’s time for you guys to head home.
You give Yunho a hug, and he kisses you on the cheek before you follow Chan out the front door.
You don’t miss, however, the way Hyunjin stays behind for a moment.
“Don’t hurt my best friend.” He says with a stoic expression on his face. He gives Yunho another once over before leaving the house, closing the door behind him.
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bricknees · 21 days
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it seemed a lot of people liked the brother-in-law merle headcanons and a couple of people like the idea of uncle merle, so... let's talk about how you and daryl make merle an uncle :)
@garma-mom i saw you really liked the uncle merle trope, so hope you're okay with the tag! ❤️
─•~❉᯽❉~•──•~❉᯽❉~•──•~❉᯽❉~•─
• you get pregnant not long after the group settles in alexandria
• merle keeps his distance from you while you're pregnant
• your hormones are all over the place, you go from laughing to crying at the drop of a dime, and any time he opens his mouth around you, he's always saying the wrong thing
• daryl has to play mediator so that you don't kill him, even though sometimes daryl considers doing it himself
• like when merle mentioned how big you were getting during your second trimester... *sigh*
• you cried
• daryl snapped
• it was... not a good day
• so he stays away for the most part, asking daryl when he wants to know how you're doing. he occasionally brings you some snacks that he must have stolen from the pantry, but you're always too hungry to care about how he got them
• first time merle actually calls you his sister out loud is after you've given birth and he holds his niece for the first time
• "atta girl, baby sister. you did real good."
• he is BEAMIIIINNGGG
• his eyes are just a little wet because the air is dry, that's all...
• he had wanted a nephew so bad, but the second he sees her, his heart grows three times it's size
• he was convinced that dixons could only make boys, but here he is holding a little dixon girl, daryl's babygirl, and she's the most precious thing he's ever seen
• constant jokes about needing a paternity test
• "i'm just saying, that nose is lookin' more like mine than yours, maybe your girl slipped into the wrong bed one night-" "shut the hell up, merle"
• merle always gives you a little wink to show he's just being an ass and not actually accusing you of such a thing
• which daryl knows. it doesn't annoy him any less, though
• never allowed to babysit EVERRRR. if your daughter isn't with aunt carol or aunt maggie, then she's at the grimes house. merle always has choice words about it
• okay, well... he babysits a couple times. and your daughter was returned back each time covered in dirt. one time merle carries her up to the door with wet pant legs pulled up to her knees and bits of leaves still strewn in her hair
• "oh... you had a fun time with uncle merle, huh?" "damn right she did, mamas. taught 'er how to catch frogs. babydoll, tell yer mama what a frog says!" "bib-bit!" "she's learnin'."
• saying the name merle is too complicated for your daughter's limited articulation, so she just calls him 'unca' while she's learning to talk.
• when your daughter DOES start to articulate...
• "son of a bitch!" "bitch!" "ha! that was good! wait- nah, nah, don't say that- aw, shit..." "shit!" "no!"
• he refuses to own up to it
• "merle! why's my daughter cursin' like a fuckin' sailor?" "well, darleena, sounds to me like she's gettin' it from you!"
• he's the favorite uncle (after aaron - your daughter adores aaron)
• rick's lowkey offended by it and tries to subtly bribe your daughter into saying she likes him more
• "uncle dick!"
• ...
• "... are you kiddin' me?" "don't know where she learned that from. must be a good judge'a character."
little bonus that doesn't have to do with uncle merle: it's really up to you, but i like to think that you and daryl would have agreed to name your daughter beth 🥺 you would have suggested the name, knowing that part of daryl never really healed after her death, and he would freeze. forgets how to breathe for a second as the memories wash over him. and then he would blink really fast as he feels his eyes start to water and he'd give you that soft little nod he does when he's trying not to cry. PLEASE- 😭
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valeskafics · 7 months
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"A Friend In Need" - Modern!Osferth x Reader x Modern!Sihtric Kjartansson
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Summary: When your best friends Osferth and Sihtric learn that your ex never made you come, they decide that it's time to give their friend a helping hand.
Word Count: 2,250
Rating: 18+, Minors DNI
TW: she/her pronouns, afab reader, profanity, innuendo, overstim, oral f receiving, p in v sex, ass eating, fingering, anal fingering, anal sex, double penetration my beloved
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the The Last Kingdom characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
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When you tell your best friends, Osferth and Sihtric, about your recent breakup with your boyfriend, Æthelwold, the two of them are, in a word, ecstatic.
“Oh, thank you, Jesus,” Osferth says, making a sign of the cross while Sihtric bursts into laughter, “I always believed in you, Lord, but now this is proof!”
You give him an annoyed glare, elbowing him in the gut, “How about some fuckin’ sympathy, huh?”
“Why would we sympathize? This is the best thing that could’ve happened to you,” Sihtric retorts, “I mean, you are a stone cold ten and he was a, what, a three?”
“If that,” Osferth scoffs, “Ugly little guy.”
“He’s your cousin, that’s not nice,” you protest half-heartedly as you walk into their tattoo parlor, “You share your genes with him, you know.”
“And yet I manage to not look like an ugly turd,” Osferth says, poking your side, earning a yelp, “Fancy that.”
“Okay, fine, whatever, I’m gonna go home and listen to Adele and wallow in self pity, drowning myself in a tub of Haagen Dazs,” you grumble, getting ready to head back to the apartment the three of you share, “One of you needs to take care of dinner. I’m distraught.”
“Aw, she’s distraught her ugly boyfriend dumped her,” Sihtric coos, poking your cheek, “She’s distraught that little piece of weasel shit isn’t in her life anymore.”
You try to keep a straight face but begin laughing at Sihtric’s words, “Fine, okay, I’m not sad about it, but you guys still need to take care of dinner! I’m serious!”
“I will cook you the best dinner you’ve had in your entire life,” Osferth declares.
You turn to Sihtric immediately, “I am begging you not to let him anywhere near a stove.”
Osferth’s jaw drops and he turns to Skade, who’s just come back from tattooing a client, “Skade! Is my cooking that bad?”
She stares at him and replies in a monotone voice, “Osferth, I would rather go to church and give some cunt priest my confession than eat anything you make ever again.”
You feel some sympathy at the wounded puppy dog look Osferth has on his face and walk up to him, gently taking his hand and squeezing it, “Hey, you always find the best restaurants and you’re the one who keeps the apartment looking clean. You don’t need to be perfect at everything, you know. Anyway,” you turn back to Sihtric, “Are you still doing my belly button piercing tomorrow?”
“Why don’t you want me to do it?” Osferth whines.
“Because you did her last tat! It’s my turn,” Sihtric snarks before turning back to you, “Yeah, we’ve got you on the books, babe. Now, go on back to the apartment, we’ll pick up some take away from that one Thai place down the street and have a movie night. Your choice.”
“Okay, perfect,” you give him a quick kiss on the cheek goodbye, then one to Osferth, bounding out the door with a spring in your step, saying goodbye to Finan and Uhtred, who appear to be entering just as you leave.
“What’s got her in such a peppy mood?” Uhtred asks, amused.
“Thai food, horror movies, and newfound singledom,” Sihtric replies, ringing up the client Skade just tattooed.
“Oh,” Finan smirks, “So which of you is going to finally make a move then?”
“What?” Osferth shakes his head vehemently, “Oh, no, it’s not like that!”
“We’re friends,” Sihtric agrees, “It’s completely platonic.”
Uhtred scoffs, “Yeah, sure, alright. You know, I may have been born at night, but I wasn’t born last night.”
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The three of you sit on your second (or more likely third) hand couch, boxes of pad thai, fried rice, egg rolls, and red curry spread out in front of you, Jennifer’s Body playing on your tv. You watch as Needy and her boyfriend have sex for the first time and bark out a laugh as she lets out a moan, tossing an empty box at the television.
“Ha! Liar! She’s faking! He’s a useless little man, Needy! You can do better!”
Sihtric gives you an incredulous look, “What are you going on about now?”
“She’s not faking,” Osferth adds.
“I know all about faking,” you continue, taking another bite of your noodles, “All about it! You know your fuckhead cousin never made me come? Not once in this fucking two year long relationship. Not a single orgasm that wasn’t at my own hands.”
Sihtric chokes on the soda he’s drinking while Osferth’s face turns a bright shade of pink, the former responding, “You can’t be serious.”
“I am so fucking serious,” you grumble, “And you know what? Thyra, Skade, all the girls said get rid of him! He’s not worth it! And his ass never went down on me once-”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Osferth holds up a hand, “You mean… He never,” he whispers the next words as though the three of you are gossiping in the back of one of the lecture halls, “He never ate you out?”
“No, Osferth, he most certainly did not!” you snap, “I have been a victim of subpar missionary sex with a man who has a micropenis cocklet for the last two years-”
“What’s a cocklet?” Sihtric cuts you off, looking at you entirely confused.
“It’s like a cock, but little. Like a chode.”
Osferth chokes on his drink now, looking at you with wide eyes, “Æthelwold has a micropenis?”
“Uh huh.”
“I still can’t get over the fact that he never made you finish,” Osferth mutters after a minute, “I mean, if I was your boyfriend, I’d be obsessed with making you feel good. I’d eat you out for hours.”
You swallow thickly, somewhat ashamed of the way his words go straight to your core, crossing your legs in the hope of getting some friction, “Ha ha, Osferth, you’re funny.”
“No, he’s right,” Sihtric murmurs, leaning in to whisper in your ear, “If I was your boyfriend, I’d eat that pretty little pussy until you were crying, begging me to stop, and then I’d give you my dick instead.”
Osferth, emboldened by the little whimper you let out at Sihtric’s words, leans in on your other side, his hand moving to rest on your thigh, “I’d make you come undone on my tongue over and over. Suck on those tits after. Fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”
“Hell, we could both do it,” Sihtric smirks, “Osferth in your pussy, me in your ass. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby?”
“I,” you stutter, “Guys?”
“You have to know we’ve both wanted you forever,” Osferth says, his hand moving to tease you over your leggings, smirking at the shiver you let out, “Since high school, in fact. So mean of you not to ever give us a chance, princess.”
“Really mean,” Sihtric agrees, the two of them sharing a wicked little grin, “I think we should get to punish you now.”
You yelp as Osferth stands up and tosses you over his shoulder, “Osferth, what the-” you’re cut off with a firm slap to your ass, “Hey!”
Sihtric follows the two of you to Osferth’s bedroom, where the blond lays you down on his bed, moving to one of your sides while Sihtric goes to the other.
Osferth moves to toy with the waistband of your leggings before sliding his hand in, fingers stroking languidly at your pussy, never pushing inside, just teasing you. Your fingers twist in the fabric of his shirt as you try to grind against his hand, earning a quiet chuckle from him. Sihtric pushes the fabric of your tank top up, revealing your tits to him, taking one in his mouth, the metal of his tongue piercing moving across your nipple, those different colored eyes fixed on yours. You whimper as he begins suckling at one of your breasts, the warmth from his mouth and the cool metal of the ring being an intoxicating contrast. Meanwhile, Osferth begins pumping two of his fingers in and out of you, slowly at first, but then faster and faster, his lips moving to capture yours in a searing kiss, swallowing every little moan and whimper you let out. You feel his thumb circling your clit, one hand moving to run through Sihtric’s hair and the other clinging to Osferth’s shirt. You feel the pressure building up inside of you, slowly but surely, getting closer and closer to the edge, until Osferth gives your pussy a light slap and the levy breaks.
“Oh my God,” you cry out as you reach your peak against his fingers, “Fuck fuck fuck-”
Hardly allowing you any time for reprieve, Sihtric rids you of your shirt and leggings entirely, leaving you bare in front of them. He moves away from you to strip down himself, as does Osferth, revealing their lithe, muscular bodies to you, decorated in tattoos and piercings, almost like they’re works of art unto themselves. Sihtric positions himself between your legs while Osferth begins mouthing at your breast that Sihtric neglected. You let out a moan as you feel Sihtric’s breath against your cunt, and then, you feel his tongue licking a stripe along your folds before delving inside of you, lapping at you like a man starved. You nearly scream his name when moves to roll his tongue against your clit, dragging his piercing over it, the sensation being almost too much to bear, while Osferth continues mouthing at your tits, those pretty lips of his curved so perfectly around them.
Sihtric brings you over the edge with a cry of his name, your second climax hitting you harder than your first. You lay there, dazed, as he and Osferth switch positions again, and Osferth’s lips immediately find your clit, focusing on it, suckling at it as he lets out lewd moans, the vibration of which intensifies everything for you. He moves his fingers in and out of you again, three this time, filling you up so perfectly that you can hardly bear it. Sihtric kisses you lazily, and you taste the evidence of your arousal on his tongue, tangy yet sweet and not at all unpleasant. Osferth continues, his blue eyes locked on yours as he gazes up at you, rolling your sensitive bud between his lips, his fingers curving in a come hither motion, brushing against your sweet spot over and over until you have your most intense orgasm yet. For a moment, you think you’ve passed out, but Osferth’s quick nip to your thigh brings you back to earth.
Sihtric moves to the foot of the bed, flipping you onto your stomach, then pulling you close to him by the hips, while Osferth moves in front of you. You gaze up at him and take his cock into your mouth, gasping as you feel Sihtric’s tongue moving along the rim of your puckered hole. You let out a gasp as his tongue pushes past the ring of muscles, bobbing your head up and down on Osferth’s cock, massaging his balls as you do, loving how they feel in your hand. Sihtric continues moving his tongue, hands gripping your thighs, but Osferth stops you after a moment, leaning down to whisper in your ear that the only place he wants to finish is inside of you.
He moves his fingers to just below your navel, tracing your skin, before teasing your clit, his fingers and Sihtric’s tongue bringing you to your peak yet again.
You look between the two of them and immediately you know what’s next. Sihtric grabs a bottle of lube from the side table drawer, applying a generous amount to his cock, then, taking his finger to massage some against you, the sensation of his fingers being a tease of what’s to come. Osferth pulls you to lay down on top of him while Sihtric presses himself up against your back, his hands cupping your breasts as he eases his cock into you, inch by inch. You let out a moan of his name, your head falling back against him before you sink down onto Osferth’s cock, feeling him stretch you out so perfectly that you think this must be what heaven feels like. Osferth begins bucking his hips up against you, in tandem with Sihtric’s slow thrusts, and sits up to kiss you. You feel the metal of Sihtric’s piercing that you’ve heard about but not seen or felt till now, driving you absolutely insane, while Osferth kisses you, loving the way you cling to him.
“I’m close,” you whimper, “Fuck, it’s too much, feels so good…”
“Come for us, baby,” Osferth whispers against your lips, gazing into your eyes.
“Come for us,” Sihtric echos, pressing his lips to your neck.
And you do, having your most intense orgasm yet, swearing that you black out for a moment or two, Sihtric and Osferth’s own ends following soon after yours. They admire how you look, laying their all fucked out, their cum leaking out of you, before they set about taking care of you, the sight of which makes you smile. Osferth wipes you off with a towel, handing you a water bottle, while Sihtric runs a bath.
“What does this make us?” you ask after a moment.
“Best friends who are in love?” Sihtric suggests.
“That sounds like a pretty solid explanation,” Osferth agrees, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
“Yeah,” you smile at both of them, “Best friends who are in love sounds perfect.”
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Could you do an imagine where F!reader is sitting watching tv with the 141 boys + konig and an advertisement for birth control comes on and they just looks at the reader horrified when it lists the side effects because those side effects sound like the scariest shit ever when they read them off. I can just imagine the horror on Konig’s fave and the concern from Ghost and it made me giggle.
Hope you like it @clonewarsnerd ❤️❤️
141, König and Graves reacting to a reader on BC
Price
He usually doesn’t pay attention to the tv when it’s on (unless football is on) and mainly uses it for white noise
He prefers to read a book or just to nap on the couch while it’s on than watching any of the boring shows on tv
You were sitting beside him dozing off on his shoulder as well
However his ears caught on to the commercial about brith control and the laundry list of side effects that were being rapidly said
He just looked really confused and then look at you with slight concern
He knew that birth control had side effects, he’s not stupid, but he didn’t realize it was that many
He’ll definitely ask you if suffer from any of the symptoms when you wake up
Ghost
TV is strictly a white noise for him he rarely ever finds anything interesting on especially if it’s cable
Both of you were just doing you own thing sim the living room not really talking and not paying attention to the tv
He was picking up around the living room and dusting when he started to dust the tv
That’s when he saw the birth control commercial and stopped to watch it as it started listing off the side effects
“Bloody hell…” he mumbled to himself feeling a little concern for you
All you did was let out a soft chuckle at his astonishment
Soap
He watches too much tv and usually gets annoyed by commercials so he tunes them out
He’s the type of guy who skips all advertisements if he can because he doesn’t want to wait to get back to whatever he was watching
He was scrolling through his phone as the commercials went on, you laying your head on his lap doing the same
That was until the birth control commercial started and it somehow piqued his interest
He listened to the side effects horrified and looked down at you a
“Jesus, really?”
“There’s a lot more they’re missing, I have the paper in the box if you want to see it.”
He spent a good while reading that paper
Gaz
He likes to listen to the TV while he does other things using it as kind of a podcast
He hangs onto all the words and usually makes comments about them to himself and to you if you’re room the room with him
He was cooking dinner, the tv up loud enough for him to hear from the kitchen as you sat on the counter to watch him
The commercial started and he didn’t think too much of it until the side effects started
“Fucking hell that’s all true?” He wondered
“For the most part.” You chuckled at his expression.
“Whew…maybe you should get off it.”
You just shrugged and laughed
König
His favorite pastime with you is to watch shows and movies
He rarely ever watches cable but when you’re both caught up on the shows it’s the only thing to put on
He pays attention most of the time especially when you’re talking about whatever’s showing on the tv
The commercial starts and he’s watching it intently, his eyes going wide as he hears the side effects
“No way…” he mumbles and you chuckle. “Is it that bad for you?”
You just shrug and tell him that it’s different for everybody
He shakes his head in shock and starts asking you how it feels for you
Graves
Like Soap he's kind of addicted to the TV but he actually doesn't really mind the commercials
It gives him enough time to go to the bathroom and get a snack for you both
You both are sitting on the couch when the birth control commercial comes on and he's just staring at the TV with knitted eyebrows
"Jesus that sounds awful." He commented and you nodded without looking up at your phone. "You alright, babe?"
"Yeah I'm fine. Hasn't killed me yet." You joke and he shakes his head with a smirk
He definitely makes sure that you're okay and sure a shit does what you tell him to now that he knows what the birth control does to your body
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gtgbabie0 · 8 months
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A thought just came to me, and it’s fluff (kinda angsty if you squint but overall just protective leon) when f!reader (his S/O) comes home from work and subtly complains about some guy (co-worker) being “strange” and flirting with her and stuff and eventually she just comes home one day and rants about how it’s making her really uncomfy (and then ofc my bbg Leon comforts her and now has a murder plan)
I love this idea because I saw in one of your drabbles the mention of Leon not even thinking about sharing reader, and now I’m wondering what he would think of when even reader doesn’t like the persons advances and is uncomfy
If this is too triggering or uncomfortable for you, pls ignore!! I love ur writing ❤️❤️
-Leon Kennedy x reader
Ahhh thank you for requesting, I love protective Leon sm!! I hope you enjoy my lovelies!
CW- harassment
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Office jobs are already god awful, the last thing you need is some creepy, sleaze-ball who can’t take a hint for the life of him and by just your luck that’s exactly who you have to work with. The new intern, Harry, had been nothing but inappropriate with his constant jokes about the women he’s slept with, or his flirtatious manner that was horribly accompanied by his wandering hands.
It was starting to make you feel way too uncomfortable so much in fact you left ten minutes early just to avoid him in the parking lot. You had, along with several other women, already spoken with your bosses who in turn told you they’d ‘Keep an eye on him’ which was not helpful, at all, in fact, his actions only worsened through the week.
So when you finally get home you let out a heavy sigh, feeling the stress melt away as Leon calls your name lovingly from the kitchen. “Hey angel, you’re back early” he says walking over to you with a soft smile.
Leon always looks so warm and inviting but right now when he’s wearing his old collage jumper with a pair of joggers, well it sparks something in you and you just can’t help it as you practically fling yourself at him. Your arms wrap around his shoulders as you tug him into a hug.
He smiles when you breathe in deeply because, god, did he smell like heaven, “Yeah, I missed you- so much” you mumble against his shoulder, a sigh falling from your lips as his hands soothe against the small of your back, pulling your blouse out from where’s its tucked into your pencil skirt, so he can slip his hands underneath the fabric, his warm hands splaying across your back.
Leon catches on fairly quickly that there’s something wrong, he can tell by your tone, and when he pulls away slightly to look at you he doesn’t miss the strained smile you flash him. “Missed you too baby” he presses a kiss to your hairline, “Tell me what happened?” there’s a certain softness to his tone that melts you, completely opening the floodgates.
“Well y’know that new intern?” You ask as you both walk into the kitchen, the setting sun dusting the room with an orangey light as it reflects against the dark wooden cupboards, it was a homely feeling.
The softness of the light against Leon’s face made him look so handsome, despite the frown that confronts his face as he runs a hand down his stubbled cheek.
He nods with a stiff “Yeah” as he bites the inside of his cheek. Of course, Leon knew him, the creep wouldn’t leave you alone, the thought of him making you even the slightest bit uncomfortable made Leon seethe with anger.
“Well telling my boss hasn’t done shit- I swear he’s only gotten worse” you sigh picking at your cuticles, an action Leon is quick to stop as he holds your hands in his.
“Gotten worse how sweetheart?” He asks, tilting his head as he tries to meet your gaze. There’s a dreadful pit that grows in his stomach as he waits for your response with a certain fear.
“He just makes everyone feel so uncomfortable, I mean it’s bad Leon- even some of the other guys have called him out, he just doesn’t listen,” you tell him, noticing how the grasp he has on your hands tightens slightly.
You take a deep breath although it comes out a lot more shaky than you would like, “I have to share the desk next to his, and he keeps flirting with me and trying to touch my shoulders- I swear I’m gonna staple his hands together” you giggle trying to make light of the situation because if you don’t laugh about it you might end up crying.
The sentence tips Leon off the edge and what he really wants to do is much more than staple his hands together, but he pushes that to the side when he catches onto the tears that glaze over your eyes.
“You’re not going in tomorrow- I’ll call your boss” he says leaving no room for argument, a sudden protectiveness caging around his heart. His arms encircle your shoulders as he holds you against him with a gentle sway.
However, you know you can’t avoid it altogether, “Leon I can’t not go to work,” you tell him, pulling back slightly to look at him, anger still flickering through his eyes.
“Then I’ll drop off and pick you up” he huffs pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I’ll put on my mean boyfriend face” he whispers, frowning very over dramatically as he brushes his nose against yours.
He stops after he gets a giggle from you, satisfied at the joy that overtakes your face although it doesn’t last for long as he pulls back, watching the happiness dissipate from your face. It hurts him to see you like this, his chest tightens and it only fuels his anger towards this sleaze.
“Hey, I’m serious” his tone is so soft despite the growing anger, “I’ll call your boss, tell him you’re not going in until that creep gets fired” he presses a kiss to your forehead, tucking your hair behind your ear.
You look up at him with a soft smile, “I love you” you whisper, leaning into his hand as he cups your jaw, his thumb smoothing over your cheek.
“I love you too sweetheart” he says, bringing you into a warm almost protective hug, kissing the top of your head as his hands soothe against your back in a comforting manner, “Let’s go get some food, yeah?” He says as you nod against his chest, feeling a whole lot safer.
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diorsluv · 4 months
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feather , part 2
“ oh, it’s like that ”
series m. list previous chapter next chapter
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yourusername i told them i wanted to see carlos sainz (and charles leclerc but mainly carlos) and then they proceeded to get all dressed up for mclaren and aston martin
BUT I GOT TO SEE LANDO NORRIS UP CLOSE SO I DEDICATED THIS WHOLE POST TO HIM
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jackhughes bold of you to tag lando as if he’d ever see your post 😂
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rutgermcgroarty YOU TOLD ME YOU WOULD TAKE ME IF YOU EVER WENT TO AN F1 RACE
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next chapter notes ) this one’s a bit short BUT I STILL LIKE IT!!! you all got to see the f1 fangirl that was buried deep down in 2021 and my love for lando norris and the ferrari boys measure to no other 🤍 also i might just start putting wtv fandoms im in as collabs bc this is basically a crack series
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pastelbakugou · 4 months
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Hello!! If you still take requests, can I ask for a fluff Bakugo x fem!reader where the reader is obsessed with sea animals and always rant about them?
Absolutely! Thanks for sending your ask in❤️This should be easy for me because I am also a sea animal lover😁 🐳🐡🦐🪼I hope this was okay!
"Did you know that sea otters mate for life?" You asked, tilting your head up toward Bakugou as you both stood in front of the otter exhibit. The blonde glanced toward you and shook his head in response. He had recently asked you out and after a few successful coffee dates, he asked you if there was anything you'd like to do specifically. You immediately answered, asking if he would take you to the aquarium. Now here you were, standing in front of the otters, fawning over how cute and lovey they were, cooing when some of them would hold hands.
"They can also eat 25 percent of their body weight in one day. Like, girl same." You joked, pinching at your fat roll on the side of your waist. "Shut up." Katsuki huffed a small laugh and elbowed you. He thought you were gorgeous, a chub and all. You watched as a mama otter who floated on her back, pulled her baby up onto her belly, snuggling her pup into her, holding it tightly against her. "Aww, they're so sweet." You cooed, pressing a hand against the glass as if you could feel the mother's love through the pane.
Katsuki hummed in agreement, sneaking his hand by your side and brushing the back of your hand with his index finger's knuckle. You turned your attention toward him, smiling softly as you took in how he stared shyly at the ground while slightly holding his hand out toward you. You took his hand in yours and gently brushed the pad of your thumb against the back of his hand in a show of affection. "Where t' next?" He asked as you both stepped away from the otters.
"Ohh, the jellyfish room!" You squealed with excitement. The blonde grunted in surprise as you nearly ripped him off of his feet as you jerked yourself; and him by extension, toward a hall with that had a faint glow of blacklights. "Sorry! I got excited." You apologized, pausing and allowing him to steady himself. " 't's fine. I should be used to th't by now." He chuckled, tenderly squeezing your hand. You blushed, partly flustered by his patience and partly embarrassed by your childishness.
"No, I should know better." You pouted to yourself, easily frustrated by your own antics. Katsuki tsked at you, pulling you closer to his side, beginning to lead you toward your next destination. "I like when ya get excited. It's cute." He murmured down you. "Really?" You asked, seeking reassurance. "Yeah. I don't say shit I don't mean." He mumbled, bringing your hand that he held up to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to it.
Blush erupted onto your features as you pressed your face into Katsuki's shoulder, trying to hide your embarrassment. "See? Cute." He chuckled, patting your back to sooth your bashfulness. As soon as you entered the jellyfish exhibit, all of your feelings of embarrassment were gone. Bakugou let go of your hand as you rushed toward a cylindrical tank that housed nothing, but baby Moon jellyfish inside. "Moon jellies are my favorite." You breathed, watching in awe as the little jello like creatures flowed in the direction of the artificial current within their tank.
"Their sting isn't strong enough to penetrate human skin, so they're safe to touch." You explained, glancing up and Katsuki, doing a double take when you realized he was gazing at you and not the jellyfish. He hummed in acknowledgement, letting go of your hand, instead opting to wrap his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. The top of your hip pressed against his upper thigh. "I see." He replied, finally moving his eyes from you to the tank. "They don't have brains or spines or even a central nervous system. Some studies suggest that they aren't even aware that they are alive." You went on, slightly leaning toward the other side of the tank to see them at a different angle.
Another couple walked up to the tank, the girl having overheard your conversation introjected, "There's a touch pool a little further down the hall if you want to pet some adult Moon jellies. We just came from there, it was super cool." She smiled at you, her boyfriend beaming a soft grin at her as she spoke. "Really?!" You gasped, immediately snapping your head at Katsuki. The blonde barked a loud laugh, louder than he had intended as he gained the attention of several other people in the room. "Let's go then." He smirked, taking your hand in his again as you padded toward the hall's direction like an excited toddler. Katsuki turned his head back toward the couple, giving them a small nod of gratitude as you led him to the touch pool exhibit.
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honeybeefae · 6 months
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Okay so I wasn’t going to address this but it’s really gotten to me and weighing heavy on my heart.
TW: Talks of Rape
Earlier today I got a bunch of notifications all at once about this account that claimed I was simping for a rapist, a rape apologist, and other nasty things from an account I do not know. They were commenting under all of my eris fics and seeing it was very disturbing, hurtful, and just 100% not true.
Some people take fiction to far to start with but in defense of Eris, which I feel like is ridiculous that I have to do, he never raped anyone. Mor was SA but it was done in the Hewn City. Again, I feel silly I’m actually having to clarify this because
1.) Never happened but
2.) IT IS A WORK OF A FICTION. HE IS A FICTIONAL CHARACTER.
I am a victim of SA. I know what it’s like and to claim that about me when you know nothing is vile. It’s low and has made me feel like shit all day and I hate, I hate that it got to me like this but it has. I’m calling you out publicly, whoever you are, because I want you to know that words truly do affect people no matter how much protection you feel you have behind a screen.
I have no idea why you targeted me, why you said the things you did, but I truly hope you learn from this and grow as a person. I hope whatever hurt you’re feeling that you had to come at me in this way and say such awful things gets healed and you become a better person.
To the rest of you, thank you for reading my fics and being there for me. This community is amazing and I am thankful for each and every one of you.
❤️ 🍯🐝🧚🏻‍♀️
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dwntwn-strnlo · 10 months
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Hi i can’t take any medication for migraines because they don’t do anything for me so would I be able to get an imagine about Matt comforting and caring for the reader and doing anything he can think of to help her pain? Much love
thank you sm for the request!!! love you ❤️
STAY GOLD, PONYBOY matt sturniolo
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. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, dwntwn-strnlo.
↳ 𝐀/𝐍. im actually in love w this ALSO ive never had a migraine (sorry 😪🤑) but my mom gets them a lot so i just based this off what she does ig
↳ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. matthew sturniolo x reader
↳ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. request!
↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃? yes!
↳ 𝐂𝐖! migraines,,, + spoilers?? from The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton
,,, this takes a passage from The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton. i did not write or publish The Outsiders, and I'm not affiliated with at all.
the second you opened your eyes you felt sick. you roll over to find matt propped up against the headboard, lazy eyes as he watches his phone.
the curtains were shut, but you could still tell it was dark out.
your eyes wince shut at the brightness of matts phone in the unlit room.
"hey, its only like two am, i thought you were going to sleep?" matt queries, his attention drifting from his phone to you. you open your eyes and reach out for his phone, turning it off before you look at him.
your head was pounding hard enough you ought your brain was to jump out of your skull. the pain already threatened to form tears in your eyes.
"love?" matt furrowed his eyes at you.
it seemed as if the light blue of his eyes was bright enough to enhance your migraine, though they aren't.
you burry your head into the pillow next to matt. scared to speak out of fear of throwing up, but you push through it. "i have a migraine." your words are muffled against the pillow case, but he easily catches what you said.
"shit, sweetheart. im sorry." he sighs, bringing a hand over to gently rub your back. "ill be right back with some tea and medicine."
bringing your hands up to your temples, you lightly circle them with your fingers. trying to press the stupid pain away. you nod, and the bed evens out as matt gets up and walks to the door. "i love you, honey, ill be quick I swear."
you just groan into the pillow in response.
the light chuckle that matt let's out rings through your ears. unintentionally causing a little more pain.
but it's like suddenly you can hear everything.
like the faintest whispers that come from the kitchen as matt seemingly ran into one of his brothers.
the conversation is hushed, but it's still there.
after a few more minutes of rubbing the hell out of your temples, you turn your head to watch matt walk in with the red mug you got him for valentines day. presumably filled with the tea he said he was going to make you.
he sets it down on the nightstand by your head, leaning down to press a quick kiss on your cheek before walking into the bathroom. making sure to close the door before turning the light on.
you sit up, slightly wincing at the feeling that you pretend is your brain smacking repeatedly against your skull.
the painted ceramic is slightly hot when you pick it up, but you still put it up to your lips. basking in the taste of your favorite tea.
the bathroom light shuts off with a gentle click! before matt walks out holding various inflammation pill bottles and whatever he could scoop off the cabinet shelf.
he sets them down on the nightstand, before sitting on the bed next to you.
you smile as his eyes light up, an idea popping in his head. "do you want me to read to you?"
a small giggle escaped your lips. in the nicest way possible, matts dyslexia is almost as awful as his handwriting. but yet there's something so soothing about listening to him read or try to read what's sprawled out on the pages of a book you haven't picked up in a while. so you nod, smiling at the brunet.
he smiles back before sliding open the drawer beside you. pulling out the outsiders. you read the book for school when you were 13ish, and when you saw it at the neighborhood book box you just had to grab it. you made it about three quarters through before you forgot about it and let it collect dust in your boyfriends room.
you take your select pills before turning to matt. who flips through the book, waiting for you. from your knowledge, matt never read the outsiders so him jumping into the middle of the book should be a sight.
matt scooted up to prop himself up against the headboard, motioning for you to lay down.
you set your tea down, and lay down. wrapping yourself around matts torso and laying your head on his chest. trying your best to match his breathing.
"shit, your far along," he mumbles, mostly to himself. but you can't help but smile. he scans the page before going to where your sticky note lays against the thin paper.
he takes in a soft breath before starting to read aloud the words. ""we won, dally panted. we beat the so-"" he pauses, staring at the word. "socks? what the fuck."
you laughed, "socs. it's pronounced soshes."
"oh." he huffs, "'we stomped them-chased them outta our territory.' johnny didn't even try to grin at him. 'useless . . . fightings no good. . . ." he was awful white.' dally licked his lips nervously. 'they-theyre still writing editorials about you in the paper. for being a hero and all."" matt furrowed his eyebrows at the page. "what did johnny do?"
"he and ponyboy saved-"
"ponyboy?! for real?" he cuts you off. "ain't no way that's this kids name."
you laugh, burying your face in his neck. looking back up to matt, you find a look of pure confusion sitting against his blue eyes. "im serious. there's also a kid named sodapop and another named two-bit."
he gasped, "your lying."
you shake your head with a smile. "just keep reading, kid."
an exasperated sigh escapes his lungs, followed by an over dramatized eye roll. "he was talking too fast and too calmly. 'yeah, they're calling you a hero now and heroine- huh?"
lifting yourself up slightly, you find where he's confused and laugh to yourself. "heroizin' all the greasers."
"that's not a real word."
"well it was in the 60s, baby." you smile.
he searches your eyes in disbelief. "this is why I don't read." he groans, turning back to the book. "johnny's eyes glowed. dally was proud of him. that was all johnny had ever wanted. 'ponyb-'"
he cuts himself off when he reads the name. "jesus christ you were serious."
you laugh lightly. the pounding in your head still not calming down, but matts inability to focus is enough to distract you just a little.
"'i barely heard him. i came closer and leaned over to hear what he was going to say."
he stops reading when you unconsciously brace yourself, knowing what the next line is going to be.
"what? is something wrong?"
you sigh, "no, this part just makes me sad."
"oh," he frowns. now scared to keep reading himself. he takes in a deep breath, no idea what he should be preparing himself for. "'stay gold, ponyboy. stay gold . . .' the pillow seemed to sink a little, and johnny died."
you frown. this part made you cry when you read in class.
"shiiiiiiiiit." matt gasps. "bro really just died."
his reaction makes you laugh. you egg him on to continue reading, until you somehow ignore your migraine and fall asleep in matts arms. his softly uttered words of confusion and slight annoyance putting you right to sleep.
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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 2 months
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Kiss The Girl 🫶🌹
I don't need to tell you twice
All the ways hе can't suffice
If I could give you some advicе
I would leave with me tonight
Dove Cameron - Boyfriend
🫶💕
Hawkins is hosting a Valentine's dance, your boyfriend has treated you like shit yet again, Eddie decides he's had enough of your loser bf and plans to steal you away from him. 🌹
I had an ask from @itdobe-foggy that said to listen to Boyfriend by Dove Cameron and you telling Eddie about your loser ex. I did listen to it and thought of Eddie stealing you from your shitty loser boyfriend because he knows he could be a better boyfriend ❤️
Angst, fluff, minors shoo! 18+, Eddie is a little bit of a shit in this but we love him for it 🤭🌹
Valentines Day Fic 🌹🧸🫶💕
If you have any mini Valentines fic requests then send me an ask 🥰
🫶
Eddie hated Valentines, hated the hearts and the cheesy love songs, those god awful romantic movies and pretty much everything about it.
He was much more drawn to Halloween, unfortunately that was months away and he had to endure this hell instead. Normally he would be far far away from any Hawkins High dance but this was the Valentines Dance.
Most importantly you would be here. His secret crush. Eddie was God damn sure that he was falling hard for you. It was so easy, so easy to fall for your sweetness, you were beautiful inside and out, a true rare sweetheart in this shit hole of a town.
Eddie would ask you out in a heartbeat if it wasn't for your dickhead boyfriend. He really was a butthead, didn't know how to treat a princess like you.
But Eddie did.
He looks around at the decorations for the dance in distaste, pink was everywhere. Pink balloons, pink streamers, love spell punch, Valentines themed food and shitty cheesy music that made his ears bleed.
Still be would deal with all of this just to see you.
Gareth nudges him and he smiles-probably looking like a goofy idiot but he doesn't care as you walk in to the gym in a flowing red dress, lips painted cherry red and you're wearing heels that defy gravity.
Then Eddie notices how sad you look, the not so hidden red rimmed eyes and he fumes silently.
Hastily he grabs the wildflowers he picked for you from the field near the trailer, hopes they make you smile as he holds them out to you.
The beaming smile you give him makes his heart skip a beat "Eddie thank-you, you're so sweet" you kiss his cheek and Eddie feels his cheeks warm at the feel of your lips on his skin.
"Uh no problem sweetheart. Where's Peter?" he asks causally and you frown. The smile disappears from your lips and he kicks himself for asking, it's obvious you didn't want to talk about Peter.
"Around here somewhere. He decided talking to his oh so pretty chem partner was more important that accompanying his own girlfriend to the dance" you wave it off like it doesn't bother you but Eddie knows it does, hates the way your pretty eyes look so downcast.
"Why are you with him? Jesus h christ, I mean he's awful sweetheart'' you nod and look down, a sad expression on your face.
"I've told him it's over so many times but he's such an arrogant ass that he pays not attention, even when I avoid him it's like he makes it his mission to be the biggest jackass possible" Eddie listens to this, tries to hide his growing rage. Kinda wants to hit Peter right in his stupid face.
Not that he's much or a fighter. He prefers his battles strictly in the realms of D&d. Still you don't get labelled as the town freak, have assholes riling you up on the daily and trying to pick at you and not know how to fight dirty.
"He's a fucking dickhead princess, you could do so much better. Deserve the best. You could have anyone you wanted" he holds out his hand you squeeze it softly, give him a sweet smile.
"Anyone?" you repeat with an impish smile and there's a deep tension in the air, it wraps around the two of you. Eddie has felt this before but never knew if he should do anything about it.
Now? Well now he was going to steal you from your douchebag boyfriend and he couldn't give two fucks if Peter hated it. He had watched that asshole make you grow sadder week by week, heard the arguments in the hallways.
You deserved to be treated like a princess and Eddie was more than up for the task. If you wanted to be with him, then he was for damn sure going to be the best boyfriend possible.
"Anyone sweetheart, Peter doesn't deserve you, I could be your boyfriend and I'd be better than him in every fucking way" he says fiercely.
Eddie can see the longing in your eyes, the way his own heart skips several beats as to what happens next. He really wants to kiss you, instinctively he moves forward just as you do and he pulls you into his arms for a kiss that makes both of your heads spin, goofy smiles on your faces.
"Eddie Munson. If I didn't know any better I'd say you had a plan all along to steal me away from my shitty boyfriend" you tease him and he smirks.
"Is my plan working princess?'' you answer him with another kiss then take his hand to lead him somewhere more private.
🌹
"What the fuck!!''
Eddie peers up pissed off, his hand caressing your thighs, lips pressed to your neck and gives your boyfriend a dirty look as he grips your thighs gently and you hum in frustration, tug on his hair a little so he can continue.
Peter splutters as he takes in the scene, looks between you and Eddie who stares defiantly back at him.
"What the fuck... I heard moaning, I thought... he trails off as Eddie stands up and fixes your dress. Picks up his leather jacket and tucks you into it, admires how incredible you look in his clothes.
"Beautiful, he sighs then turns to Peter, do you fucking mind? We're busy. Oh and dickhead that noise that's so unusual to you is your girl enjoying herself... Must be such a rarity with you, I know"
You hide your smile and snuggle into Eddie who tugs you closer to him. He feels on top of the world.
"She's my girlfriend Munson" Peter rages, Eddie shakes his head and points to the door.
"Not anymore. Fuck off" he snaps and Peter must sense the irratation in Eddie's tone as he flees.
"Asshole you mutter, he'll be back in Rita's arms by Monday. Shit, maybe we should have went to yours Eddie"
He looks around the janitors closet and kisses your hair. "You were so insistent to come in here sweetheart. How can I say no to my princess?''
Fuck, he doesn't think he will ever be able to say no to you, your pout and pleading expression will be the death of him.
"Let's go to yours" you nod and take his hand leading him outside, your giggles filling the air.
This Valentines Day wasn't so bad Eddie muses, after all he pissed off a jackass, had a decent time and best of all he got the girl.
❤️
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emjiroki · 9 months
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Jealous ex boyfriend Isagi is just
🤤 👌🏼
So.....jealous!ex boyfriend Isagi headcanons please? A little very suggestive as well?
Thank you and hope you have a great day, darling :)
IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS! Jealous! Ex boyfriend Isagi just hits different and I love him I need him ♡
Thank you for you're request lovely! Hope you're having a great day as well ❤️
Warnings: possessive/jealous behavior, explicit scenes & language, threatening (not to us)
Pro player Yoichi BTW all characters are 21+
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Jealous! Ex Boyfriend Isagi who's gonna do anything to get you back. Refuses to change his wallpapers on his phone or your contact name because "We'll be back together by next week, she's just pissed".
Jealous! Ex Boyfriend Isagi you calls you a million times a day to try and talk to you. "Come on Baby, come back home" "miss you, dinner later? Awe come on bunny you know I want to see you, let's talk this out" "Babe, it's been almost two weeks, I'm getting clowned by all the guys you need to come home" 🤡
Jealous! Ex Boyfriend Isagi who cant stand the fact this shit has gone on two weeks, and nearly implodes when he finds out you went on a movie date with some guy. Some asshole who doesn't love you. Not like he does. Movie dates were your thing you did together.
Jealous! Ex Boyfriend Isagi who might have sent a death threat with a burner phone... but you can't prove that. It's pure coincidence that "movie guy" dumps you almost immediately.
NSFW down below
Jealous! Ex Boyfriend Isagi who still sends you daily mirror/dick pics. You save them even if you are completely ignoring him, you'll never admit that to him. It's not fair that he looks so damn good.
Jealous! Ex Boyfriend Isagi sends almost nightly cum shot videos too. Moaning and whimpering about how much he loves you as he stroked himself, the precum that leaked out from edging himself slicked his cock till you could hear it through the video. "Look how much I miss you baby girl" he groaned, slapping his dick down on his sticky abdomen, "Wanna feel how much that pretty pussy misses me too".
Jealous! Ex Boyfriend Isagi who corners you at Reo's house party to resolve the issue before pulling your skirt up to eat your pussy, couldn't care less that the bozo you were dancing with earlier finds you two with beers in hand until he decides to try and speak up. Yoichi stands and takes the beer that was meant for you out of his hand, taking three big drinks from the bottle before tipping it and spilling it down the front of the guys shirt. Yoichi's eyes are dark as he takes your hand "better get cleaned up buddy, gonna take my girl home".
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prescottsgirl · 8 months
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hi, i’ve been binge reading your fics/headcanons and i love your writing sm! if you have time, i would love to read about Sidney’s first date with a younger reader. maybe reader has had a crush on older!Sid for awhile and finally shoots her shot :)) thank you ❤️
awe thank you! of course i’ll write that! :)
THIS LOVE
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sidney prescott x fem!reader
warnings: none
note: i hope this is good 😭 my writing has been shit lately
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"If we make it out of here alive then you owe me a date." All the murders had clearly given you a boost of confidence. You weren't sure you would even life to see the next day at this point so what did you have to lose anyways?
That had been an entire month ago. Since you were nearly killed. Since Sidney had agreed to that deal.
"Now I have a better reason to make it out alive," Is what Sidney said to you.
And she spent all 30 days sitting in the hospital with you until you healed. You almost didn't make it out alive. But you did. You had a reason too.
Which brought you to rushing around you apartment, trying to tidy up every corner of it. When you heard a knock on your door you felt like you were going to be sick. This was happening. You were having a date with Sidney fucking Prescott.
You brushed down the invisible wrinkles on your clothes. After throwing your entire closet around to find something, Sam finally helped you decide on this a nice sweater and mom jeans. She was the whole reason you're with Sidney, really. You've been friends with her for forever which Richie and Amber had easily found out, to then which they bunched you into this whole mess. Being stabbed fucking hurt, but if it wasn't for that, then you probably wouldn't be having a date with Sidney Prescott.
You opened up your apartment door to a softly smiling Sidney. You've been around her for an entire month now, but you never fail to feel light headed whenever she was around.
Her dark brown hair rested just on her collar bone with her typical gentle waves, and her blouse was a little lower cut than usual. You were at lost for words because, suddenly, hi, hello, how are you, disappeared from your vocabulary entirely.
"Hi honey," she says first because she can see the sheer look of anxiety on your face. Your cheeks burn an awfully deep shade of red at her pet name. She knew you had that biggest crush on her so she loved to flustered you. She couldn't deny that she got a little nervous around you too though.
"Hi, sorry. You look— you look really good." You wanted to run into your bedroom and scream like a child. You were so awful at this.
She smiled and her cheeks were a soft shade of pink. Maybe you weren't doing too bad so far? "Thank you sweetie. You look really good yourself." If she didn't stop with the pet names, you were sure that you were going to pass out.
She let the tension swim between the two of you for a couple of moments before speaking up again. "You ready?"
"Mhm. Yeah, let's go." You locked up your door with your shaky hands. You were sure that Sidney noticed. But you never really done this whole date thing and it was with the Sidney Prescott.
You walked the entire way down in fairly comfortable silence. You didn't know what to say, or if you should even say something. You were just going to let her lead you tonight.
You followed her out to her car outside and tried not to think of your arms brushing against each others.
"Aren't I supposed to be the one driving. Since i'm taking you on a date," you don't think you would even be able to drive, being so distracted in caught up in your thoughts, but you didn't want to seem rude.
"I'm terrified of getting in a car with you behind the wheel," she looked over at you and smiled, clearly just teasing you.
"What—" you were going to argue back, but you followed her intense gaze to your banged up car in the parking garage. "Okay listen. It was one time."
She tilted her head, raising her eyebrows at you.
"Okay, one very bad time," you both laughed. Maybe you weren't so awful at this. You made her laugh only five minutes in.
Sidney walks a little in front of you when you approach the car so she can open the door for you. To which you smile at. She walks around the car to the drivers side and gets in.
It's quiet again, and the sun had already set, and all you want to do is just kiss her the way the moonlight does. You don't even realize that you're staring, but Sidney does, and she has to pretend like the fact that being adored by someone young and beautiful like you doesn't makes her heart feel too big for her body.
She starts up the car and the radio turns on to a random song that neither of you care for. "You can connect your phone to the radio if you'd like," she says softly, almost as if she wants you to. She wants to know more about you, wants to know what music you listen to, and what singers you enjoy.
"Sure." You easily connect as she starts driving to the address you texted her earlier that day. A soft melody of Taylor Swift starts playing, certainly setting the mood for this night.
There's some light, simple chatter throughout the entire car ride and you try to remember how to properly speak and use your brain every time she asks you a question.
When you arrived to the destination, you brush your hand against hers, she immediately realizes what's happen and intertwines your fingers together. It was easier than you thought it would be.
The restaurant, as large as it is, is fairly busy. You were thankful that you had made a reservation beforehand. You want the entire night to be perfect and smooth, and waiting nearly an hour to have dinner wouldn't have been ideal.
You walked in with her holding your hands by your waist. Right as you enter the doorway, you approach the front desk. "Hi, I have a reservation under Y/L/N."
The hostess leads you to one of the small tables in the corner. There's string lights and plants around the entire interior and the lighting is dimmed. There's no crying kids or people staring you down as you walk to you table. You knew you picked the right place.
It only takes a few minutes before the waiter is at your table to put in your orders. You both order a glass of wine and your meals and wait until he's disappear to continue talking.
"So, I have to ask, why me?" Sidney asks, her head slightly tilting to the side and leaned on the palm of her hand.
"Hm?"
"Well I mean you're so young. You have Sam and all of them but you were so adamant about going on a date with me."
You chuckled lightly at her. "I've never been attracted to any of them. But the first time I saw you, my heart stopped. You're so strong, and beautiful, and you were like the only person to stay in the hospital with me when I was hurt." You might as well spill all of your feelings on this table. You didn't know how else to get it through to her that she just felt like the right one. "I'm really glad that you actually waited a whole month for me."
"I would've waited forever if I had to. I'm really glad that we're doing this," Sidney says.
"Me too. I've never done this before so i'm really lucky that it's with you." Even though you didn't personally know Sidney as well as you would like to yet, after everything that's happened back at Stu's Machers old house, you felt really safe and comfortable with her.
"You mean you never been on a date before?" She doesn't ask it in a critical way, she's simply surprised and curious.
"Nope. You're my first."
"Wow, I would think a pretty girl like you had been on one." You were sure your cheeks looked like they were burning off. You don't know how you're going to survive this night if she keeps talking like that to you.
You smiled and looked down at the table in hopes that it would hide your blush. Luckily, the waiter came back to hand you your orders.
The dinner had passed too quickly. You knew this meant the night was coming to an end. You could already feel the wine going to your head though. It gave you an extra boost of confidence to keep this date on its toes.
"I don't want this to end," you say to her, reaching out to her hand on the table. You tried not to pay attention to how low her blouse was and how the light shaded her chest just right. You looked back up at her eyes and by the lustful look on her face, you realized that she had noticed your wandering eyes.
She smirks before replying. "Me either. I had a really nice time."
"How about you come back to my place?" You bit down on your bottom lip after saying it. This boost of confidence could either lead you to endless embarrassment or a really good night.
"Yeah, I would like that."
The waiter come back to your table with the check. Sidney reaches for it, but you're faster than her. "Nu-uh. You drove, I pay."
She rolls her eyes, but it's completely playful. She wants to argue back, but you give her these sweet big pleading eyes and she decides to bite her tongue.
Once he returns with your card, you and Sid get up to leave. This time it's Sidney that's grabbing your hand. As if you're hers now. She wants everyone to know that nobody can have you the way she can.
Sidney drove you both home, this time it was less awkward than getting to the restaurant. You and Sidney both made it up to your apartment, and it was the first time she had been in it.
Her eyes wandered all around. She noticed how your decorating really defined who you were. "You have a really nice place," she said, as she followed you into your living room area where you had a huge view of the city below you.
"Thank you. It's a little messy right now."
"It's perfect."
You smiled at her, and tried to not get flustered at the silence that followed. "How about we sit on the balcony? I'll get some more wine from the fridge?"
"Yeah, that's nice."
You both went your separate ways; you to the kitchen and Sidney out on the balcony where there were two chairs beside each other.
You poured two glasses and carried them both outside, handing her one and sitting beside her in a chair. You studied the way her slender fingers wrapped around the glass and how the moonlight made her typical dark eyes sparkle. You wished she would just kiss you so you wouldn't have to stare from afar.
"I really thought I was going to die," you said, disturbing the peaceful silence. Her head snaps over at you and she looks confused. "When...Richies knife was pointing right at my chest. I was going to give up because everything hurt so bad. But then I could hear your voice in the other room. Somehow you still sounded so soft and pretty during those circumstances. So I grabbed the knife and fought with all I had."
Sidney's eyes glisten from tears building up. You can see her swallow down a lump in her throat. You've never seen her cry before. She always acts so tough. "I'm so so—"
"No, don't apologize. You saved my life." You put your wine glass onto the table, leaning closer towards Sidney. She did the same thing. "Everything's felt so weird since then, but you fill this void inside of me. Sidney, I love you."
She's taken aback by your sudden confession at first, but she quickly recovers from it and realizes that she's been yearning to hear those words from you.
"You love me?" She asks. She knew you liked her, but to have you admit that you love her was an entirely different game.
"Mhm. Can I kiss you?"
She nods because her words get caught up in her throat. Your face comes closer to hers until you feel the softest lips against yours. You could swear that the entire city went silent for a moment. All the Friday night hustle and bustle below your apartment had paused and all that mattered was the taste of wine from her lips and the feeling of her slender fingers holding onto your face.
She pulls back for a moment, both of your breaths heavier than they were just seconds ago. She’s still so close that her nose brushes again yours, and you can smell her sweet perfume. “I love you too, by the way”
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leonasbunny · 2 years
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Leona x Bunny!Reader — (Gender Neutral)
S/O gets sexually flirted with, physically and verbally. Mentions of; jealousy, slight angst, violence, (slight blood), but very affectionate leona. <3
something bad happened to me today,, I just wanna relieve this stress off with some protective shit from our beloved husband. ❤️
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I beg your fucking pardon? Did he just hear what he thinks he heard? Someone made an awful attempt to make a move on you, regardless of whether you’re taken or not!?
At first, Leona will feel his heart drop, and let me tell you— this man was almost going to tear up as he thought you were cheating on him. But that was not the case, he knows you wouldn’t, since you’re so dedicated to him and all but it’s not his fault for having doubts !
:( please understand him ❤️❤️
But after he saw your heavy breaths and uneasiness start growing rapidly by the second; you tried to push him off you, but he remained. And that ticked it all off—
“Oi, the fuck’re you doin’ touchin’ [Name] like that? Ehh.. You want something of mine, huh? — Guess I’m gonna have to take something of yours too, one of your teeth will do.. Come here. ”
Leona isn’t happy. You tired to push the NRC/RSA student off but he was insistent on staying around you, hand firmly gripped on your hip and squeezing your flesh possessively. Leona loathed such behaviour. Only he could do that in private spots..
Only a fool would dare touch something that belongs to the second Prince of the Afterglow Savannah. Doesn’t that idiot know that the rule of the wild, is that one should never try to take a Lions meal?
Leona was ever so close to turning him into sand, right then and there..
Leona isn’t strict with his rules of dating, nor does he care whatever you do, just don’t break his heart by leaving the relationship behind you, or lying to him, or cheating. But he knows you well enough that you wouldn’t do it.
But like I previously said, he’s genuine and caring. He HATES when other filthy carnivores touch his little bunny. You’re his meal, nobody else’s. And it will stay like that forever (if you want that is, he wouldn’t force something on you unless you’re into it, Darling <3)
It only took seconds for him to go berserk and start roaring at him to unleash you. He grabs his hand forcefully and smacks it away while gripping the student’s collar and opening his mouth to reveal such sharp teeth, that could easily rip away meat in seconds.
And it worked; god forbid- he would’ve absolutely destroyed that kids face and broke every bone in his body for disrespecting you like that. Even so, with Women, it may be different because everyone in the Afterglow Savannah treat women with high respect; why should you be treated any different? Leona loves you.. he cares about you like nobody else does.
Whether you’re a man, woman, or person, he won’t care. You shouldn’t have your boundaries pushed and brushed aside for someone else’s sick pleasure.
And Leona understands that above anything.
He has his own boundaries too, but it just depends on what type of relationship you have with him. For friends such as Ruggie and Jack, and all; he’s comfortable to sleep around them and let his guard down. He accepts hugs, friendly gestures but anything romantic is off limits.
But when you’re dating him, he allows you to do whatever the hell you want! He wants to be close with you.. he loves it, genuinely. You’re safe with Leona.. and Leona’s safe with you. You’re very happy with each other and both protective alike.
Afterwards, Leonas grumpy for the whole day after having his day spoiled like that. You have to assure him quite a few times; but he knows you’re hurt too..
So he brushes off your reassurances and holds your shoulders gently before looking at you, softly into his emerald eyes.
“Hey.. You okay? I know you’re askin’ me and all but this goes both ways y’know. You were probably hella uncomfortable with that douchebag touchin’ what rightfully belongs to me, huh? “
“ Sigh.. Sorry ya had to experience that. Make sure ya come to me whenever you’re upset, got it herbivore?”
He hugs you firmly and pats your head, understanding if you need some space.
If you choose to be clingy around him, he adores it.. Bunnies are very needy and affectionate creatures and need lots of attention, and he’s willing to give you all the affection in the world; ( He’s not exactly the best, but give him a break lovely :) )
He will growl at anyone who even decides to talk to you; since you’re still shaken up with the encounter, he holds your waist gently, still sniffing the essence of that dickheads scent on you. He will never do something like that in public, but he will drag you to the most private area and cuddle you.
Or even take you to the Botanical Garden where he will lay you on his chest and cuddle you gently, so his scent rubs on you, replacing that Student who SO rudely decided to touch you.
He’s satisfied when a there is no sight, smell, or touch of anyone else’s scent on you, and he will keep it that way.. for he just wants the best for you. <3
He will stroke your ears softly and gently hover his hand above your little shaking tail,, he loves it so much, though he wouldn’t admit it!! You’re so cute, so precious for him Darling.. You’re a wonderful, doting and caring person, and this is why he chose you above anyone else.
Lots of hugs and kisses are needed, since It only takes a few things for Leona to go angry or ticked off. He needs you desperately.. <3 and you’re one of a kind, my lovely. He doesn’t want to let go of someone as special as you, though one day he fears someone might steal you away from him.
Hence, his protectiveness. ❤️
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atmilliways · 8 months
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Wrong On The Money (26)
part 26 of ?? | 930 words | Teen+
Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr
Summary:
Eddie pretends to be asleep while Lucas is there, and of course a paladin’s first questions on waking would be to make sure everyone else is okay. Their entire conversation makes him feel like a cockroach.
I have, let's see... about 17k total of this written, and about 14k of it posted so far. I'm also on a work trip for the next couple days, so I'm going to focus on writing for a bit rather than posting. Honestly, I didn't expect this concept to take off the way it did? But I'm bad at keeping things short these days, so I'm not sure what I expected.
Anyway, please enjoy more of these two dummies working out their shit and I'll see y'all again on Thursday. ❤️
26.
Eddie pretends to be asleep while Lucas is there, and of course a paladin’s first questions on waking would be to make sure everyone else is okay. 
Their entire conversation makes him feel like a cockroach. But as much as he wishes he could slip off the bed and skitter away to lurk in a basement or something, he’d promised he would talk to Steve. Wayne isn’t often serious enough about something to ask for his word, but when he does, Eddie knows he means it.
So he waits until Lucas leaves, and a while longer to give Steve a moment. When he chances a look over, Steve catches the movement and jerks a hand away from where he'd been wiping his face.
“Hey there,” Eddie mumbles, already feeling like this is off to a bad start.
Steve blinks back at him with puffy, bloodshot eyes. “Hey.”
Even in a fucking hospital gown and with unwashed hair falling lank and greasy across his forehead, he still manages to look handsome. It should be illegal. It makes Eddie want to cradle his face in both hands and ask him where it hurts, but cockroaches don't have hands.
“So I, uh.” He can feel his face heating up. “I hear I owe you my life.”
The wince that flashes across Steve’s face is immediate . “You don’t. . . . You don’t owe me, man. It’s—I mean, does Dustin owe you?”
No. He probably owes Dustin, actually, for almost dying in his arms and traumatizing the shit out of him. But that’s not the point, and not something he wants to say to Steve right now, in this context.
“I started this wrong,” Eddie decides out loud. “Be kind, rewind?”
Steve raises both eyebrows at him. “In my experience, most people don’t,” he says, so deadpan that Eddie can’t contain a snort. 
And then he realizes, and it’s enough to shock a low laugh out of him. 
“Oh, man, you are good.” Eddie twirls some of his hair around a finger, pulling it across his mouth, and shakes his head in a kind of awe. “Do you even realize you’re doing it?”
“. . . What?”
With effort, Eddie reaches the controls for the bed, slowly elevating his upper half, because it’s the closest he can get to turning to face the guy. “Deflecting. Not answering questions. Changing the subject. Call it what you will; as a practiced dissembler myself, I know it when I see it.” (. . . Eventually.)
Steve doesn’t answer right away. He looks down and plucks at his hospital gown as though only just noticing he’s wearing it, making a face. Careful and slow, he reaches for his own sides, feeling over where Eddie knows the bandages must be.
Watching, Eddie frowns. He wonders if the fever from the infection is spiking again, because Steve seems so distant all of a sudden. Should he call for a nurse or something?
Finally—“You guys needed that money more than I did, so don’t worry about it.”
The words come out sounding rushed and defensive, almost angry. Eddie doesn’t quite buy it, though. It’s like something is simmering underneath Steve’s skin, his whole body trembling as he continues.
“I gave it to you because I decided to,” Steve says. “It’s yours, end of story.”
“That’s. . . .” Eddie frowns, stomach plummeting. With Steve not looking at him, he can’t tell how he means it—and pity is better than feeling like a shitty person, but it isn’t great. “So. . . ." Mentally, he takes one step and there conclusions are. "So that was, what, charity? You heard about the Munsons’ terrible situation and decided to be the hero?”
This was why he had never intended to tell anyone, it had slipped out during Hellfire at the tail end of a long and horrible day. While at first Dustin caring so much had seemed touching, now occurs to him that maybe the kid just felt bad for him.
There’s a difference.
Poor Eddie Munson, in the sense of both luck and socio-economic status; it’s a shame about what’s left of his family. Better save those financially irresponsible incompetents from their problems, because no way Eddie the Freak can pay the bills when he can't even pass high school.
And shit, the idea stings more than it has any reason to, but what else is he supposed to think? What the hell other motivation could Steve Harrington have? If there’s anything Eddie has learned lately, it’s that Steve is a better person than he is. It’s not an accusation to call someone on their superiority when they clearly are better—
“No,” Steve insists, so forceful that it interrupts the runaway train of thought. His eyes finally snap up to Eddie’s. “What the hell, man, you think I care about that bullshit? Your uncle would’ve died without that money. I obviously didn’t die without it. I didn’t want to just let someone die, I’m not that guy anymore!”
. . . Anymore?
Steve’s eyes, Eddie realizes, are wide and fervent. Paladin, he remembers, and there’s that awful cockroach feeling again. Steve is breathing too fast. He looks like a little kid adrift alone at the county fair, trying to find his parents but scared he’s going to get in trouble for getting lost.
Eddie, his flash flood of self-conscious anger draining away as swiftly as it had come, has no idea what to do after stumbling onto a trauma land mine.Three years. Three years of this Upside Down shit and life-or-death responsibility on Steve's shoulders, and Eddie has already made a mess of things again in under three minutes.
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