#the real reason why i want a date is so i can raise my damn standards

[hyewka]

soobin + humiliation kink + hes such a perv

priorities, you perv | c.sb ࿐

⭑ synopsis. a blind date? oh thats immediately pushed aside just for the addictive high you get off messing with your roommate, who seems to be more pouty than usual tonight for whatever reason.

⭑ warnings. sub perv soobin, panty sniffing, underwear used as bondage kinda, handjob, fuck buddy roommate au, humiliation kink sortaa, dacryphilia, vibrator, bunny/pup petname, not proofread, use of goddess

Soobin’s been intent on following you around like a puppy this evening, all around the house, but the longer he keeps it up, the less it becomes cute and funny and the more it crosses into the ‘overbearing jealous boyfriend who isn’t actually your boyfriend’ territory. Because really, why the hell has he been acting like a pet with abandonment anxiety the day you have your blind date scheduled?

“You can’t come in my bedroom with me.” you finally say, flashing him a superficial wide smile, behind your door.

He abruptly stops, stumbling back like his mind really was on autopilot following you—then his face falls, brows knitting together. “What, why?”

“Because I don’t want your cooties all over my bed.” He isn’t amused, clearly, with a brow raised. You groan, it could be life or death and your roommate would still not choose to humor you. “I’m going to change idiot.”

“It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before?”

You click your tongue at him—he might have an amazing track record with academics, but sometimes it really is rocks for brains in there. “You’re not coming in Soobin, tough luck!”

In lightning speed he sticks his arm between the crack before you shut your door. “Wait, no, I wanna—I wanna help you pick something out!”

Now its your turn to raise a brow. Soobin? Help you get ready? He’d rather die of boredom.

You knew you weren’t crazy.

All day, hes been acting extremely out of character. Throwing you pouts during the one lecture you shared, feeling his eyes bore into you like he’s trying to burn a hole in your face, yet still spending money to buy you your favorite tiramisu even when he’s been sulking like you’ve wronged his entire bloodline.

The craziest thing is that you truly do not know a bigger cheapskate than Soobin. He’d chase a quarter in a crowd of people even if it took him all the way to Japan. So the tiramisu was a mind boggling investment. For you, let alone. It’s like he was bribing you.

He couldn’t have magically fell head over heels, it has to have something to do with the one thing different today. Your blind date.

You reach out to pat his head, mock pouting. He takes the bait anyway, lowering his head a little, looking so cute confused. It’s adorable actually, how quick he is to go with whatever you do.

“Aww Soobie, it’s okay, I promise you’ll always be my number one good boy. You really don’t have to be jealous and act out.” you tease, intentionally using baby talk to agitate him a lot more than it would’ve.

He scoffs loudly snapping his head to the side, bewildered this is the direction you decided to take things. “What? Jealous? Jealous? Jealous of what? I’m not jealous.” You stand there wearing a skeptic look on your face and a cross of your arms over your chest.

He wags his finger at your face like he can’t believe your audacity, dryly laughing (which really just sounds like a bunch of scoffs stringed together). “You’re funny, I—I gotta give it to you Y/N, you should really try your luck with Hueningkai’s comedy group again. Is it a crime to want to support your roommate after being all too aware of her notorious losing streak with the dating world? I don’t think so!”

Ouch, the all too real call out. “Damn, okay asshole you can help.” you faux hurt, not missing the chance to flip him off before walking inside and leaving your bedroom door wide open behind you. Maybe his input will have you get to your date earlier. “By the way, I do not have a losing streak.”

————-

There are outfits you just think you’d never wear to a first date—your black bodycon with cuts at the waist was an absolute no-go, especially with it’s length. Then there was the crimson red shoulder-off that had your tits looking too full—that was a big no. You don’t even know how your blind date looks, you wouldn’t want to have a man you find sexually unappealing to find you sexually appealing. That’s always a cause for a migraine.

But the problem you’re facing right now is far greater than any migraine you’ll experience. Soobin seems to think every outfit you wound up coming out with is, in his own words, “too much”.

This one’s the worst of all. “It’s literally just ripped jeans and a crop top!”

“That’s the problem! It doesn’t even look pretty!” he splutters, eyes wide and a large pout on his lips.

“You want me to wear something pretty?”

He looks to the side, mumbling, “Whatever.”

It’s raining, you hear it pouring and you’re like, fifteen minutes late already. All for Soobin’s useless input. It’s not worth it, and you’re proven even more correct when you come out the bathroom with the outfit you picked out. White, tight, but flowy at the ends of the dress. Girly and especially tight at the chest, just like you know he likes it.

Soobins eyes don’t fail to shamelessly rake over your body, stunned, looking like a deer in headlights. He clears his throat, snapping out of it. “No, absolutely not.”

You feign innocence, tilting your head. “Why not? It’s pretty.” You make it more of a point when you turn around, acting like you’re just checking your outfit through your wall mirror, knowing damn well the horndogs probably salivating at your ass barely being covered.

“It’s too much.” he parrots again lamely, chewing slightly on his lips. “Change, you can’t go out like this.”

Okay, that sort of pisses you off, turning around with your arms crossed again to the boy sitting at the edge of your bed. He doesn’t have the right to order you around. “Yes I can, I very much can.”

Suddenly, there’s a switch—he cowers like a kicked dog. “You can wear whatever you want I didn’t mean to-”

You break into a grin all of a sudden walking towards him, shutting him up.

He gulps, sitting there, avoiding eye contact when you’re close. You prop his chin up, and he just lets you, forcing him to look you in the eye. God, he already looks stupidly entranced. “You’d hate for me to wear this, huh?”

“Yeah..” he admits way too easily, a little whine in his voice, brows knitting up. Cute.

“But you love the dress, don’t you?” you purr, caressing his face with your thumb.

Your phone suddenly rings and you’re pulled out of the moment for a second, glaring at it then back to your roommate who looks like he’s under some love spell. Yeah no, this is much more fun.

You ignore the call, letting it ring as you drag your thumb down his bottom lip and god how obedient he is just sitting there and looking up like you’re his deity.

“What?” you giggle at the way his breath hitches the further you trail your finger down his body. The switch right before your eyes, oh that transformation’s worth more than anything else in the world. Bunny’s horny.

“You’d love to take this off me, right? You’d love me tease you bit by bit, have my tits bouncing in the restrictions of them, just struggling to keep your hands from ripping it apart...” you trail off, finally getting your hand on his half erect clothed dick.

You can see him holding back, holding back from humping your hand, the one you just purposefully let rest on his growing boner. “Your date.” he reminds.

You quirk a brow, taken aback. “Want me to go?”

Suddenly, he vigorously shakes his head, “No, no, don’t. I want you, please.” The strain of his voice when he pleads—god it’s the sexiest, most sinful thing ever.

Shameless. Just the way you like him.

“Hm? You do? Don’t you always?” you tease, walking away to get something out of your drawer.

“What are you looking for?” he mumbles skeptically.

You gleam, pulling out the vibrator and turning it on, showing it to your unsuspecting roommate. “Let’s play with this.”

He frowns. “You know I can make you feel ten times better than that toy, you don’t need it.”

“Who says its for me?”

You enjoy the blush that trickles his cheeks, and how easily the tips of his ear turn red as he blinks rapidly to collect himself. His adam apple bobs up and down again, stumbling over his words. “God, you’re such a himbo.”

“W-wait!” he shrieks, suddenly covering the tent in his pants.

You halt, the vibrator only a few inches from his crotch. “Can—can you…” he sighs frustratedly, looking away from you, the steam coming his red ears has you curious, what’s he so hesitant for? “Can you take off your underwear?” Oh.

Of course.

Your lips form into a smirk, knowing exactly what he wants to do with them. Slowly, with one hand you pull down your panties and let them drop to the floor. His eyes are, despite having a hard time telling you what he wants, eagerly fixed on the black lace, you could see the bead of sweat that breaks from his forehead. Pervert.

You bend down to grab it, purposefully making a show of it and he just huffs. “Get with it already.”

You laugh, “You’re being so bratty today. Think you’re owed a fuck?”

He whimpers dejectedly, shaking his head. Mockingly, you wave your panties in front of his face like an owner wagging a bone in front of their dog. He’s so indecent he has the audacity to take a whiff when the garment is close enough. God, he really is absolutely shameless.

And you really need to relieve yourself. You’re trying to not rub your thighs too much.

You crumble the underwear in your hand, and coo. “Open your mouth wide baby.”

Soobin’s mouth falls open almost immediately, tongue lolling out, looking up at you expectantly so much so it would be endearing if not for the situation you’re currently in. You shove it in his mouth, cringing at the saliva that wets your fingers.

“This is how it started huh?” you near the vibrator on his inner thighs enjoying the way he sighs through his nose, shuddering. “Fooling your roommate into thinking you were a studious, innocent good boy but in reality you just snuck in the laundry room every night to jerk off with her panties. Disgusting.”

He moans wantonly around the fabric, his hair brushing over his eyes as you near the vibrator to where he actually wants it. His dick. Poor him, its probably weeping in his pants.

“Violating me like that without my knowledge— you’ll always be a bad boy.”

Again, he shakes his head hard, to the point your panties fall out of his mouth already. “No, good boy. I’m your good boy.” he pants, face flushed. How’s he so easily worked up?

You giggle, pressing the vibrator against his cock, having Soobin’s jaw fall slack. “Couldn’t even keep the underwear in your mouth for more than two seconds. You’d make a really good camboy, always wanting people to hear you moan and whine like a slut.”

“No, no, just want you. Just want you to hear me.”

That affects you more than you’d like, and you try to fight the blush that warms your cheeks. God damn Soobin.

But he isn’t even aware, if his babbles were any indication. He dips his head back, big hands digging onto your sheets as you run the vibrator up and down. “Fuck.” he groans, still keeping his eyes open to watch your chest. You know he’s trying hard to keep up the good boy act for you, so you throw him a bone.

He gasps when your hand goes down his pants to wrap around his cock, and it’s the cutest thing ever how he immediately melts. You’re sitting next to him, twisting and jerking off his dick with his head leaning on your shoulder when you’re supposed to be under an umbrella with a future dating prospect instead.

Who cares, that man you’re sure wouldn’t give you what he’s giving you.

“Don’t wanna cum yet, wanna fuck you f-first.” he breathes into your neck. “Please goddess, please. Want your pussy.” he begs dumbly, starting to lay wet kisses to your neck— hes just not leaving room for you to really hold back.

“Holy shit, you’re good.” you realize in awe, probably wetting your bed with how aroused you are right now.

“Then take me baby, take me how you want. You’ve been good, so good.” you slur, and he practically jumps onto you like an oversized bunny, having your back on the mattress and him hovering, pulling you into an open mouth kiss almost immedietely.

“You’re so hot, fuck, you drive me crazy.” he says rushed, kissing you again, melting his mewls and pants into it.

You feel the roughness of his hands playing with your tits already, kneading so desperately you think he must’ve been itching to do just that this entire time. You like it with him, how it’s so dirty and quick, but still passionate enough to keep you wanting more.

“Fuck, wanna see them, please, please.” he whines as he salivates even more, playing with your nipples through the fabric, cheeks red and flushed, pathetically humping your cunt with his boner. “No, be a good bunny and fuck me good.”

He’s sniffling and tears stain his lashes, yet he still nods obediently, humping your cunt like he’s just restless enough to not pull out his dick and put it in—it’s the hottest thing ever.

But eventually the fabric feels rough against your skin, and you hiss, taking it upon yourself to pull out his cock from his pants.

God, his tip is red, leaky— it’s gross, a testament to how he gets with you and you love it. “Come on baby—bunny, fuck me.” you look up at him with wide, doe eyes and it immediately has him nodding frantically, missing your entrance once before he completely bottoms out, suffocatingly filling you up in one push—you’ll just never get used to his size.

“Always so mean, you’re always so mean to me.” he dumbly babbles, tongue out as he fucks into you maniacally, getting lost in your pussy.

“But you’re in my cunt right now aren’t you?” you mock, knowing that’s always his end goal with you, his end prize.

You’re breathless, curling your toes the harder he snaps his hips. You’re used to how it is with Soobin, he’s always animalistic and unrhythmic, rubbing your clit like he has no idea what he’s doing. But that’s the fun in it, how inexperienced and pathetic he is.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum, are you? Are you?” he’s out of it, kissing your neck, biting, panicky as he nears his orgasm, that before you could respond, you’re already feeling his seed fill your cunt.

He can tell, he can tell when you didn’t get there so he’s already pulling your dress up over your tits, attaching his mouth on one of your nipples, pulling the other through his hands, playing with them till they become puffy and have you withering under him. “Fuck, fuck Soobie…just like that,” you moan, feeling his long fingers squeeze into your pussy, speeding up, trying to rip an orgasm out of you.

The tense of his arms, veins showing, cease once you arch your back and cum at getting a good look of his face— lips raw and red as he bit onto them for majority of the time, eyes wet and big, just silently begging you to cum on his fingers, you let yourself go, the tightening band finally snapping.

—————-

note. lol im not super duper confident but let me know how you guys feel about this one, feedback keeps me going

#txt smut #soobin smut #soobin fanfic #sub!soobin #perv!soobin #sub!idol #sub idol #sub txt #txt hard hours #yeonjun smut

[imaginidol]

Hongjoong: The Dressing Room

!!mentions of NSFW!! 18+!! Please don’t read if you’re not comfortable with smut :) i have no idea why I even wrote this and I hope this is the last time I ever put something out like this into the world again. here’s a hongjoong ver. if you enjoyed the san ver. smut. I’ve also made a yunho ver. smut wooyoung ver. smut and a mingi ver. smut jongho ver. smut here :3

"Hongjoong?" You knock lightly against the door of the KQ artist's dressing room, holding a hot thermos of tea in one hand and turning the doorknob with the other.

"Come in," the boy calls, his eyes fixated on his phone screen as you approached him. He was calmly sitting at one end of the room, patiently awaiting your arrival.

"Here's the tea you asked for," you say, motioning the thermos toward him. "Careful, it's hot."

"That's fine," he shrugs, taking it from your hands. "Thank you."

You meant to leave the room after, but the slight tension made your feet feel like they were glued to the ground.

"Can I help you?" The boy annoyedly looks up from his phone, his eyes furrowing slightly at the sight of you.

"You're upset," you mutter, squinting your eyes at him. "Why?"

"I'm not upset," he says, putting his phone down and hunching over to place his elbows against the chair's arms.

"You can talk to me," you insist, leaning against the edge of a desk behind you. You and Hongjoong had been close friends at the company since you'd started working, and seeing him upset only raised your eyebrows in question.

"Fine," Hongjoong exhales heavily, reaching for his thermos. He takes a slow sip, then rubs his eyes in annoyance as he ponders over the words he wants to say. "I'm too stressed over this upcoming comeback, I found out my now-ex cheated on me, and I haven't been taking care of myself the way I should because of it all. I haven’t slept well in almost two weeks!"

"Damn," you scoff, Hongjoong flashing you a stern glare and wiping the snarky smile off your face.

"I'm sorry I'm being rude," he says, leaning back against his chair, placing a tired forearm over his forehead. "I'm just so fucking stressed."

"That's alright, as long as you don't hold it all in. It's good for you to let it out," you offer your warmest smile.

"Yeah?" He peeks from under his forearm, flashing you a smile. "I could use some of that, honestly."

"Venting?" you ask, nodding your head. "It's real good when you vent your frustrations."

"What? No, I was thinking of... nevermind," he smiles, tiredly closing his eyes and leaning back against the chair.

Your eyes light up and a small gasp escapes your mouth as a horrifying thought crosses your mind.

"What do you mean 'nevermind'? Now you've gotta tell me," you insist, nudging his shoe with your foot.

"You wouldn't be down like that if I did," he mumbled, hoping you wouldn't catch on.

"How would I know if you don't say it?"

He lifts his head and locks his eyes with yours, not saying a word.

"You're not down," he finally mumbles, lowering his arms and bringing them down against the chair's arms again. “So drop the subject.”

Your heart skips several beats as you notice his eyes grow slightly hooded, a deep hunger settling in far beyond his gaze.

You knew for a fact from Mingi that Hongjoong had liked you way before he had started dating his ex, and the only reason he hadn't pursued you was because you had some boyfriend already by the time you both had met. Now, though, your boyfriend was long gone out of your picture, and Hongjoong was, safe to say, back on the market as well.

Your thoughts on Hongjoong had changed slowly since your breakup. You loved the way he lead his group, the way he worked forcefully towards his projects, and the way you felt safe and cared for around him. Needless to say, you found him incredibly attractive and a total catch by all means possible. And now that he was allegedly single again, a few consensual advances wouldn’t hurt, would they?

You smile devilishly as you feel yourself walk up to the boy sitting in front of you, slowly leaning in and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"You're not down, Joong," you dare, feeling yourself pull away from him as you drop the smirk off your face.

Hongjoong stares at you in a moment of disbelief, unable to immediately read the invitation you had just sent.

"Are you gonna say it, or should I clock out for the night?" you sneer, smiling nefariously as you watch the boy's eyes search you and your body for more invitations.

You take a step back and begin unbuttoning one of your blouse buttons, testing to see where he’d follow you next.

In a mere flash, he’s already standing over you with his curious hands around your waist.

“What are you doing?” He whispers, searching your eyes for more signs.

“Fuck around and… find out,” you stick your tongue out playfully at him. He makes no hesitation to shove you backwards, your ass bumping against the edge of the desk where you were leaning on earlier.

He lifts you on top of it, enclosing his mouth around your bottom lip, his hard fingers clenching your jaw as the echoes of several pencil holders and staplers were flung from the desk in the process.

"You don't know what you're in for, if you seriously wanna do this," he breathes hotly into your mouth.

He takes a moment to hold back from doing anything more, searching your face for any signs of possible regret and resign.

"So, you're saying you wouldn't wanna relieve your stresses?" you tease, pulling into his face and smiling into his lips.

"Fuck off," he sneers, tugging at the hem of your blouse and pulling it over your head.

In a few swift motions, your blouse and bra are flung somewhere across the room, followed by the wet echoes of shared, sloppy kisses bouncing off the plaster walls of the dressing room.

From his peripheral vision, Hongjoong turns his attention towards an L-shaped couch sitting at one end of the dressing room. He grabs and carries you by the hips, advancing towards one end he of the couch as he slammed your body into the plump cushions.

He leans over and traces a delicate line of soft pecks from your jaw to your breasts, nibbling gently against your skin as soft moans escaped your lips.

"Hongjoong," you breathe, tugging at the collar of his shirt.

"I'm not fucking you if you can't keep quiet," he sneers, trailing another line of kisses from your chest down to your hips.

He began to unzip your slacks, quickly undressing you fully and bringing your legs to an outward stretch as far as they'd go.

He slowly dives his face in between your legs, and soon enough the gentle pushes of his tongue against your clit begin to set your nerves ablaze.

"Hongjoong, please," you moan as you feel his tongue tracing the outline of your lips, making swift, deep motions before proceeding to eat you out. You clench your jaw and outstretched your neck as far as you’d go, tugging fiercely against the cushions beneath you in a horny and wet despair.

"Fuck, you need to shut it," he growls, diving back into you as your groin dampened with every feel of his touch.

"Fuck you, Joong," you snap, grabbing ahold of his left hand off your waist and tugging at his fingers.“Use these!”

At the very least, the boy was obedient.

He quickly shoved his middle and index finger into his mouth before diving them deep between your legs, stroking back and forth in a steady rhythm inside of you. With each deepening stroke, you felt a wave of heat overtake your body as you so desperately wanted to plead for more. He reached to clasp your jaw with his free hand and clashed his hot mouth against yours, fingering you steadily with each moan you delivered for him.

The kisses could only muffle so much of your loud moaning, and eventually the precious sounds you’d made had gotten the best of him.

"Fuck," he moaned, roughly unzipping his jeans and stepping out of them and his boxers. He revealed a hardened member progressively leaking more and more as he began jacking himself off, eventually giving up after a couple desperate blows before deciding it was best to insert himself inside of you.

He placed his hands around your hips and proceeded to flip you on your stomach, plunging your head into a plump cushion with one hand while thrusting his hot member into your wet groin with the other.

"I told you to... fuck, keep quiet!" He couldn't resist the few moans escaping his own lips as he held onto your outstretched legs on both sides of him, the warm walls of your insides beginning to loosen with each push.

Your back arched farther out with each of his blows pounding deeper inside of you, your moans steadying as you bit desperately into the soft couch cushions beneath you. At this point, all sweat glands of your body had completely dampened every inch of you, and the boy behind you wasn’t far from the same fate, either.

"Hongjoong, Hongjoong," you cried out, the vivid hot tears now streaming down your face as you felt the throbbing sensation of the boy’s pounding member inside of you. At this point, Hongjoong had been concentrating so hard that he hadn’t noticed how far back he’d slid the couch against the wall behind it. With every hard thrust came a loud thump! as one end of the couch slammed repeatedly against the wall behind it.

"Hongjoong," you exhale as your body is set ablaze in hot sweat, irresistible groin pain, and your senses completely hightened. Your fists ball up tighter into the cushions surrounding you as you desperately sink your teeth deeper into the fabric.

I’m about to cum, fuck, I’m about to—

"Shut.. the.. fuck.. up.." Hongjoong breathes in between thrusts, scrunching his face towards the ceiling as he felt himself about to release.

In a quick, sudden instant, a loud, familiar echo erupts through the room as the doorknob turns and the door swings open, inside walking Wooyoung.

"Hongjoong, what's all the noise--SHIT!" the boy's face turns as pale as a ghost, and he immediately slams the door shut, the shadows of his feet under the doorway disappearing back down the hallway.

Your eyes unfocus hazily as you feel your body tightening up in shock, but the only reason Hongjoong didn't immediately stop at the interruption of his younger friend was because was already coming, and he was coming hard.

"Fuck it.. I'll.. I'll.. apologize.. to that.. fucker.. later," he groaned, feeling the final rushes of joy as he finally came inside you.

He defeatedly pulls out, warm fluids seeping all over your lower back. He sighs, looking up towards the ceiling for a short moment to take in the events of the last fifteen minutes. He pulls his black shirt over his neck to take it off, reaching towards a corner end table closest to him to grab an unopened water bottle.

You feel a soft wet cloth wiping you away as you realized Hongjoong had dampened his shirt with the water bottle. Once you were done, you giggled as he helped turn you over and began dressing you again, this time offering you one of his own t-shirts and sweatpants that he thankfully kept in a closet.

Thank fuck we're in my dressing room, he thought.

Once he made sure you were completely comfortable and clothed, he then proceeded to clean and dress himself up, too.

You smiled lazily as your eyes followed the tempered boy across the room, noting the drenched locks of dark wet hair curtaining over his forehead.

He walked back to the couch and plopped himself next to you, wearing a new shirt and sweatpants that he’d also pulled from his closet.

You comfortably reposition your bodies, placing your head warmly against his shoulder. As you crossed your legs, you wince at the raw feeling of Hongjoon’s imprint that still lingered inside you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, tucking a gentle finger under your chin to turn your face as he placed a gentle kiss against your lips.

"Joong?" you look up from where you leaned against his shoulder, lazily running your fingers through his dampened hair.

"Hmmm?" he groggily looks down, fighting to keep his eyes awake.

"Do you... do you think we'll get in mega-deep trouble for this? And because of Wooyoung?"

Hongjoong scoffs, realizing he would need to have a gentle conversation with his younger friend after.

"That boy won't say a thing, I can promise you that," he whispers, leaning over to plant a soft kiss against your forehead. "Although next time, I'll make sure the door is locked."

"You mean you'd wanna do this again!? Here!?" you look up at him in disbelief, a sly grin threatening to cross your face at the mere thought of Hongjoong’s new method to relieve frustration again.

"I mean, unless you don’t want to end what you've just started, we don't have to," he smiled assuringly.

You frowned. "I didn't say I wouldn't want you all over me like that anymore," you grunt.

"Good," the tired boy grins mischievously, "because believe me, my life never stops stressing me the fuck out."

#kpop #kpop imagines #ateez #ateez hongjoong #ateez kim hongjoong #ateez kpop #hongjoong #hongjoong imagines #hongjoong fanfic #hongjoong smut #ateez smut #ateez yunho #ateez wooyoung #ateez san #ateez mingi #ateez yeosang #ateez seonghwa #ateez jongho #ateez scenarios #atiny #atiny edits #ateez edits #hongjoong edits #hongjoong ateez #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez oneshot #ateez hongjoong oneshot #hongjoong oneshot #atz

[mikachacha]

Style (Bada Lee x Actress/Idol!Reader)

Synopsis: You and Bada are always the hottest talk of the town. With your seemingly on and off relationship stirring up the internet constantly. But then what happens when you visit Street Woman Fighter 2 to give them a challenge to choreograph your new single?

Warnings: language, a very jealous Bada and lots of steam from this one

(A/N: anon keeps making good suggestions for fics and i am obsessed!)

🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸

"No way this is real! She's really coming? I can pass away peacefully now.." excited murmurs filled the fight zone as one of your songs played on the speaker and Bada just smiled and sat back with her team. She's not really bothered by the thirst comments other participants made towards you as she couldn't exactly blame them. You're the infamous Y/N, an actress and an idol who's even recognized outside of Korea for your acting prowess and talent.

"Y/N-unnie is really here and she looks so pretty.." Tatter gasped out as you descended from the stairs. Everyone's attention is on you and just just waved, a smile on your pretty face. Bada felt like she just fell in love with you over again when she saw your face. She feels like she's the luckiest person alive to be calling you her girlfriend though many did try to break your relationship apart ever since you decided to make it public. So many rumors thrown at you and Bada, being linked to different people, especially men to which you just rolled your eyes out.

"She looks so pretty like a real life barbie.. It makes me gay.." Bada could hear Audrey of Jam Republic fangirl over you as you greeted everyone. The rest of Jam Republic just laughed at their younger's antics.

"Girl you've got a very slim chance. I mean, there's Bada and almost everyone in this room waiting for their chance to gain that pretty girl's love and attention." Ling says which made Audrey pout. Bada just shook her head and looked at you, smiling as your eyes met. You playfully winked at her and team Bebe erupted in laughs and giggles as their leader dramatically 'fainted' at your wink.

When everyone settled down, Daniel announced the reason why you're there. You're giving the teams a mission just like Hwasa did though this time you wanted to step out of your comfort zone a little bit. You wanted it to look sexy and cool, you wanted to try new routines as you're already bored by the cutesy image your management set for you. You wanted something different.

"Damn it's like she's rebranding her image. Oh boy, the rumors will be crazy with this one.." Lusher says and Bada agreed. The rumors surrounding your relationship would be crazier though she remains unfazed seeing as what you have with Bada is unbreakable.

After the cameras stopped rolling, everyone had the chance to talk and interact with you. There were some flirting going on though you only laughed. People took their shot to be in your good graces to gain edge for the competition but you were having none of that. You were known as fair despite everything. Some may think that Bada's team will win because you're dating her but it was far from the truth. If their choreography doesn't live up to your expectations, you won't really hesitate dropping it off and choosing someone else's.

"See you at home, baby girl. I'll be making some dinner so you better get your cute butt home early." you told Bada as the filming for the new mission stopped. Bada blushed when you called her baby girl which made you chuckle. You kissed her cheek before exiting the fight zone. You had a satisfied smile on your lips knowing what you just did would push your girlfriend to work harder and prove to everyone that she's not just Y/N's girlfriend, she's Bada Lee a choreographer people should watch out for.

"She may act all sweet but damn she'll probably chew my ass if we don't live up to her expectations.." Bada groaned while some people from other teams overheard her. They couldn't help but raise their brows at Bada's statement. No one expected to find that the usually sweet and gentle Y/N would have a brutal personality that even Bada, her girlfriend is worried about.

The following weeks, everyone has been working their asses off to give you the best routine they can possibly give. Some would send you flowers, some gifts and just being overall nice when you visit and see the progress of their mission. You were pretty hands on which added to the pressure of the competition. You love keeping people on the edge of their seats until it was time for the big show.

When it was time for the reveal of choreographies, you couldn't help but smile at team Bebe's choreography. They really gave it their all to hopefully meet your standards. The ones that stood out most for you are Jam Republic, Bebe and Wolf Lo but you're not picking yet. To add a twist to your mission, you included online votes to help you decide so the teams are once again busy trying to get people to vote for their team.

"Sometimes it makes me wonder if you're just being strict or you just love messing with people.." Bada told you one night as you were both chilling at your shared home. Before you can even respond, the sound of your doorbell interrupted you and Bada got up to answer the door. She came back in with a bouquet of flowers sent to you by Haechi and some snacks from other people. Bada looked at you then the items she's carrying while you just shook your head, not wanting to talk about it. Bada just shrugs as she took the snacks and began snacking on them like she usually does.

"It could be poisoned, you know." You jokingly said and Bada just rolled her eyes before feeding you some.

"Well if it is then you're coming down with me. I don't wanna go out and leave you because girl, so many people wants to be in my spot right now." Bada says a bit dramatically to which you laughed at. Though it's true that lots of people wants to be Bada so they could have a chance with you but you could care less. You only want this girl sitting beside you and snacking on the snacks suitors sent for you.

"Fair enough and that thing is nasty!" you complained while she laughed at you. You and Bada continued to goof around, just enjoying together and making up for the lost times due to your busy schedules.

A few days has passed and it was time for you to decide which team wins your challenge. You looked at the online votes before looking at the teams in the fight zone, scanning each one just to keep the suspense going.

"The team I'm gonna choose is team.. Team Bebe! Since they won the online votes and their choreography fits the criteria I have set for the mission. But don't worry everyone, you will get to showcase the choreography you worked so hard for in the music video." you smiled and everyone clapped, cheered and congratulate team Bebe. You looked at your girlfriend's team and gave them a thumbs up, proud that they proved to everyone how amazing they are as a team. You're also proud of Bada for not using her relationship with you whatsoever to win the challenge. Her team won because of her sheer hard work, one of the many things you love about her.

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #bada x reader #swf2 #swf2 x reader

[gardens-light]

Finding Peace

Taking shelter in an abandoned petrol station, tension builds between you and your family. As blame and arguments raise- not like you didn't feel guilty enough already. You didn't ask for this- any of this! You just wanted to help Optimus. And it's not like the Autobot leader didn't have problems of his own. Being hunted down by humans for reasons yet unknown was bad enough- but ignoring the yearning of his Spark has slowly become problematic. Occasionally shaking his helm attempting to get you out of his processors, trying to convince himself that a 'Sparkmate' was nothing but a romancide idea that the younger bots came up with. Or is it?...

Content: Minor coarse language. Event's take part in Transformers- Age of Extinction. (Leading to major spoilers in Part 4.) Optimus x Human F/Reader. Fluff. (Reader insert.)

Sparkmate Series- Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5

"Well... on the bright side." Tessa's voice lowly spoke, while sitting upon a dusty bar. Playing with some fairy lights. "You two have finally met.."

"Where's he from?"

"I told you. He's a driver from Texas."

"Texas?" Cade scoffed at Tessa's words. "Where? Dublin, Texas? Shamrock, Texas? So why does he sound like a leprechaun?"

Shane's brows knitted together, as he leaned against the bar. "You'd get your ass kicked in Ireland for saying that."

"Well we're not in Ireland, Lucky Charms. We're in Texas." Cade's attention turned back onto Tessa. "So he drives? What's that supposed to mean? Like he drives for a living?"

"Yeah... at least he makes a living."

Tessa's words caused Cade to fall silent. His eyes flickering up to you, frowning as you tried to avoid him.

"How old are you?" Cade challenged, approaching Shane.

"Twenty."

"And my daughter is seventeen. So as far as I'm concerned, this can go two ways." Cade leaned on the other side of the bar, glaring at Shane. "One, I punch you in the mouth right here, right now. And you call the police on me."

"Dad!-"

"Or two. I just call the cops on you because this is illegal. She's a minor!"

Steady... Steady... your thoughts wandered, while trying to focus on making a 'house of cards' out of beer coasters.

"We're protected by the 'Romeo and Juliet laws'-"

"We dated for a little while." Tessa explained, cutting Shane off. "I was a sophomore, and he was a senior. It's fine."

"We've got a pre-existing juvenile foundational relationship. Statute 2705-3." Shane took out his wallet, showing Cade the small card stating the law. "We're above board."

Cade sighed, "Romeo and Juliet, huh? Do you know how they ended up?"

Just... one more coaster...

"In love-"

"Dead." Cade turned to you. "And you, Y/N?"

Shit...

An unamused expression fell across your features as the coasters came tumbling down.

"Don't look at me like that, young lady. How long have you known about this?"

Cade rubbed his temples as you silently responded with a small shrug. "Well tell me. Days? Weeks?-"

"Months."

"Months...? And you didn't think that I would of wanted to know about this?-"

"Dad. Tessa is a full grown ass adult." You groaned. "She's capable of learning from a mistake or two."

"I trusted you. Both of you-"

"To what?" Tessa butted in. "Never have fun. Take a risk. Be a normal teenager like you?"

"I am your father, okay!" Cade firmly spoke, turning his attention onto Tessa. "And I've been busting my ass to take care of you and your sister!-"

"Oh so is that why I'm busting a gut trying to juggle two jobs?" You scoffed. "And here I thought, I'm the one who took care of this family."

"Is that what you were doing when you continued working on that damn truck?" Tessa spoke to you. A frown forming upon her lips, "all you had to do was report it.-"

"You know I couldn't do that-"

"And now we're forced into hiding. And my life is over! So 'thank you', Sis. You've taken 'real good' care us-"

"None of this would of happened! If you just kept your fucking mouth shut!-"

"Don't talk to your sister like that!" Cade stepped in.

"Sure Dad. Take her side... you always do."

"Y/N-"

"Look! I get it!" you raised onto your feet. "I know I'm 'the disappointment', 'the let down'-"

"Sweetie, I've never said that-"

Your eyes wandered over your dad's disappointed expression. "You didn't had to..."

---

Sitting upon the petrol stations' roof, the gentle breeze of the cool night air felt refreshing against your skin. Soft chirping of crickets eased your headache, your eyes gazing out into the dark empty road. The sound of small grunts and sighs caught your attention, briefly gazing over your shoulder. Rolling your eyes, once seeing Tessa struggling to climb the ladder with a mug in hand.

"What do you want?" you sighed, turning your attention back onto the road ahead.

"I thought- ouch!- that you could do with a hot drink."

The sound of the metal roofing warping and creaking, under Tessa's feet suddenly felt loud. As she approached you, taking a sit upon the roof's edge, leaving a small gap between you.

"I made your favourite." She kindly spoke, handing you the hot beverage. "I couldn't make it exactly to your liking, but it's the thought that counts. Right?"

Her weak smile faded as you remained silent. Speechlessly accepting the mug from her and holding it in your hands.

"You're not a disappointment." Tessa spoke after a brief hesitation. "For if it wasn't for you, we would of lost our home ages ago."

Tessa bit her lip before continuing, "I... did tell a friend about the truck. B-But I honestly didn't think he would believe me! If I knew- I wouldn't of..."

Your side glance caused her voice to trail off into silence.

"Well... what I'm trying to say... is that I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for any of this to happen."

Sipping the hot beverage, feeling the gentle warmth fill you inside. Tessa followed your gaze, a small smile returning to her lips.

"You're worried about him. Aren't you?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"Yes." Tessa teased. "Like a lovesick girl."

You returned her smile, playfully pushing her away. "Oh shut up. You're talking nonsense, I'm just concerned about him. That's all."

"Uh-huh?" Tessa raised an eyebrow. Seeing a glimpse of you trying to hide a shy smile behind the mug.

"So... What's Dad doing?" you asked, trying to change the subject.

"Playing with some drone that he stole from the one of the guys. Dad's convinced that they would of truly killed us."

Tessa's heart sank as she watched you pull your legs close to your chest, hugging your knees a little while resting your mug against them.

"B-But that's just Dad's crazy thought." Tessa's guilt weighed on her heart a little more. Starting to wish she never said anything.

"Everything would of been fine, if only I watched what I was saying." You buried your head, resting your forehead against your knees and hiding your face. "I-If I didn't panic..."

"Shhh. Shhh." Tessa cooed, closing the gap between you. Placing her arm around your shoulders and resting her head against yours. "It's not your fault. You have a big heart, Y/N. Never be ashamed of that."

She gently pulled away, cupping your tearstained face and making you face her. "You are a rare treasure, and that Transformer better know that."

Finally smiling through your tears, Tessa rested her forehead against yours. The sound of a horn blaring in the distance broke the silence, while bright headlights burned the darkness away. You quickly raised onto your feet, causing Tessa to catch the falling mug while the hot beverage spilled onto the ground below.

You placed both hands against your chest, while gazing at the oncoming truck. Feeling it flutter with joy, as the sound of a faminular engine came to your ears.

Tessa rose onto her feet, giving you one last soft glance before leaving. A knowing smile forming upon her lips. You've got it bad...

Optimus carefully reduced his speed, as he walked out of his altmode. Trying to slow the pulsing rhythm of his spark as he approached you. Being mindful of each step he took, so it didn't appear like he was in a rush to be beside you again.

"Optimus..." your voice was low. Trying to hide the excitement within your tone.

"My deepest sympathies for your home." His soothing tone washed away the doubt and worries, that had been building up inside you. "And for leaving you so promptly. But I had to confirm we weren't followed."

You speechlessly nodded, trying to hold a relaxed expression as your eyes took in the sight of him.

Oh my...

Rust and dirt no longer coated his exterior, instead deep blue metal plates framed his chrome fisque, like pieces of armour. Your heart skipping a beat as your eyes wandered over him, taking in every detail of his broad shoulders and strong biceps.

Red flames danced across the gauntlets, but it was his torso you couldn't look away from. Your cheeks matched the warmth of Optimus' spark, as you gazed at his chest plate. Hands clutching onto your shirt, stopping the urge to reach out and run your fingertips over his toned form. Knowing that your touch wouldn't just stopped at that chromed waist of his.

"Loving the upgrade." Forcing the words out of your mouth, after swallowing your nerves.

Optimus got down on one knee, as you edged a little closer to the side of the roof. His blue optics studied you for a moment.

"You've been crying..."

Something inside him ached a little, as you temporarily turned away from him.

"It's nothing." You assured, brushing the dried tears off your cheeks. "I've just been... a little worried that's all."

"And I admittedly have been concerned about you."

That little sentence erupted butterflies in your stomach. Simply gazing up at him with wondering eyes.

How the stars sparkled in your eyes almost caused Optimus to choke on his own breath. Warmth begun to build beneath his metal plates, as his yearning spark called out for you.

His head tilted slightly as his scanners picked up something. Your body froze as he slightly hesitated before reaching out to you. Optimus' servo curled into a relaxed fist, your eyes peering down at it as he gently placed the knuckle of his index digit under your chin. While his thumb rested against your cheek.

His spark skipped a beat as a loving sigh slipped out of your mouth. Enjoying the cool touch of his metal against your soft skin.

Optimus carefully turned your head from side to side, studying your features. His scanners picking up the bruise that begun to form upon the bridge of your nose.

"That bastard hurt you." The small underlying anger within his tone caught you off guard. "I promise... I'll make him pay for what he's done to you."

"Optimus." You cooed, placing your hand on the back of his servo. Bringing it to the side of your face, resting your head against his digits.

His fans tried to push the warm air out of Optimus' vents, as the heat beneath his plates begun to build. His spark aching with a yearn he could no longer deny.

Closer... The word played on his processors. Causing him to fully kneel against the concrete ground, leaning in a little more.

Your loving eyes met the soft glow of his optics, as his servo slowly trailed down towards your waist. His thumb tracing the curves of your thighs, hips and waist.

The butterflies in your stomach tangled your nerves, your heart fluttering against your chest as a small gasp slipped from your lips. Eyes lingering over his features before closing, as you rested a hand against his chest plate.

As your heart matched the beat of Optimus' spark, syncing in harmony. A beautiful glow enveloped the pair of you, creating a warmth that made you almost forget about the world, as your lips ghosted over one another.

"Mr. Leader of the Free Galaxy is back!" an unknown mechanical voice caused you to quickly jump away from Optimus. "I knew you'd make it! I never doubted."

Crosshairs... Optimus' processors sighed. Trying to hide his disappointed expression as the leader faced his joyful Autobots. The sound of their roaring engines calming, before stepping out of their altmodes.

"We've got your warning." Drift greeted, "we've been waiting."

"Hell yeah! Boom time!" Hound cheered. "We've got the gang back together."

Drift tilted his head to the side, as his blue optics switched between you and Optimus. Smiling to himself as his processors picked up, the afterglow that slowly faded from the pair of you.

Optimus cleared his throat before speaking, "Autobots. The humans have asked us to play by their rules. Well... those rules have just changed."

"Humans, bunch of backstabbing weasels." Hound groaned, causing the ground to shake as he disarmed. Throwing heavy weaponries onto the floor.

"Hound, find your inner compass. Loyalty is nothing but a flower in the winds of fear and temptation."

Hound raised a brow at Drift's wise tone, "what the hell are you saying?"

The blue Autobot smiled, "it's a haiku-"

"Cut the crap! Before I drop a grenade down your throat."

You backed away from the edge of the roof, as Drift unsheathed his swords. "Try it" he challenged, "you'll be dead."

"Oh please do it." Hound taunted. "I wanna see you do it."

"You know what?" Bumblebee's radio buzzed, "it save us so much time."

Optimus gave you an unimpressed expression, as you gazed up at him, raising an eyebrow. A small chuckle left you as he speechlessly gestured to his Autobots. As to say, 'look what I have to put up with.'

"Well raise your hand, if you're thoroughly disenchanted with our little 'Earth vacation.'" Crosshairs spoke, while circling the petrol station. His green optics studying you, "so who's the spy?"

"Whoa! Whoa! Put those things away!" you yelped as Hound and Crosshairs immediately withdraw their guns, and pointing them at you.

"Stop, Hound! Both of you!" Optimus commanded, stepping in front of the building.

Both Autobots gave their leader a puzzled expression, as he continued. "Y/N, risked her life for mine. We owe her..."

Drift gave Bumblebee a playful nudge, discreetly pointing at you and Optimus. While Hound and Crosshairs briefly looked at one another, and turning their attention back onto their leader. Watching him stepping aside, and silently encouraging you to return to the roof's edge.

"Has there been... any sign of the others?" Optimus asked.

"No..." Hound sighed, withdrawing his weapon and settling himself upon the ground. "We're all that's left."

"They're picking us off, one by one!" Crosshairs explained.

"We're the pathetic, dirty foursome." Hound joked, "and you make five."

"Is this our best-case scenario?" Shane's teasing voice questioned you. Your eyes gazed at him, watching the Irishman climb onto the roof. "Autobot witness protection?"

"Hey Lucky Charms." you spoke, placing a hand upon your hips. "You're welcome to leave at anytime."

"Well, for the record, Super Sister. I'm not hiding with you." Shane gestured towards Optimus, "I'm hiding out with that big guy."

Tessa and Cade followed Shane's lead, as the three of them approached your side. All looking at the Autobots and they chatted among themselves.

"Sensei, with your fate unknown Bumblebee has held command." Drift's optics gazed at the yellow scout.

Bee fist bumped the air, while Drift rolled his optics. "Despite his complete and total lack of anything resembling warrior discipline."

An annoyed whirl weeze out of Bumblebee, as his optics narrowed on his comrade.

"He's like a child-"

"This 'child' is about to kick your ass!" Bee's radio buzzed. Landing the first hit against Drift's helm.

"Cage fight." Hound whispered to you, slightly leaning against the petrol stations' roof.

"What's the matter with them?" Tessa lowly asked, reaching out for your hand.

"They're on edge." You briefly explained, allowing her hand to slip into yours. "Who could blame them? They're being hunted."

"Am I the only one who sees through this puppy-dog act of yours?" Drift taunted Bee, while holding him in a headlock. "It's beneath you."

"Yes, I've been waiting for them all to dispatch each other." Crosshairs cheered. His servos gently clapping, "so I could take charge with no trouble at all. Just me. Reporting to me."

"Well, it sure looks like you've been missed." You said to Optimus.

"Autobots, humans are hunting us down. We need to know why."

"Listen..." Cade spoke, stepping towards Optimus. "I don't know why, but I might have an idea about who..."

---

"This drone I stole recorded footage of an Autobot raid." Cade explained.

You placed an affectionate hand upon Optimus' knee, as he sat cross-legged upon the floor. His servo clenching into a fist, as the dragonfly-like drone projected the video footage.

"It's in pieces, but watch what happens here." Cade pointed out, "they ripping them apart."

"That's Leadfoot." Hound spoke, as he placed a part of his helm over his spark. Feeling the saddened energy sink within his chest plates. "Savages."

"And later, this truck comes to haul him off to K.S.I. Kinetic Solutions." Cade continued. "They're creating defenses, aerospace, government contracts. They designed this drone."

"So these government guys are hunting you down, and then passing you of to this K.S.I?" Shane questioned.

"Do you know anything else?" Optimus asked.

"Only that their company headquarters is in Chicago." Cade spoke.

Perhaps... There's a chance of the Autobots being taken there. You thought.

"No way to get inside without a battle." Hound thought out loud.

"What if you had some human help?" everyone looked at you.

"Sweetie, no." Cade protested. "Besides, what are you two partners now?"

"Dad, we're targets now too." You spoke, feeling his worried stare on you. "We need to know why, or we'll never get our lives back."

"Y/N. You have done more than any of us could've asked for." Optimus kindly spoke. "I do not-"

"I'm coming." You gently argued. Seeing Tessa's encouraging smile from the corner of your eye.

"It's going to be dangerous." Drift warned, as he lend towards you.

The blue Autobot stiffed as you placed a comforting hand upon his knee. Giving him a warm smile, "you're important Optimus. Therefore, you're important to me.

A suttle warmth radiated from underneath Drift's metal plates.

"Autobots." Optimus spoke, as he raised onto his feet. "I have sworn to never kill humans."

"Big mistake." Hound mumbled

"But when I find out who's behind this. He's going to die..."

Tag List

@ursamajor17

@crowleysthings

#x reader #fanfic writing #bayverse x reader #transformers x reader #optimus prime x you #optimus prime x reader #f!reader #bayverse transformers #transformers fanfiction #optimus x reader #optimus prime #fanfiction #gardens light

[courtingchaos]

Not a Loser

Gator Tillman x Fem Reader

A/N: Just chumming the waters. It’s been rotting in my notes for a bit.

18+ NSFW No Minors

You’ve been on his ass all day. It started bright and early with your unannounced arrival to the house, dressed for a day out that he’d half promised you. Roy had the pleasure of letting you in and that was the first tick, the compliment.

“Well would you look at that, a dress today.” He’d laughed and you’d laughed and Gator had come down the stairs so fast he almost tripped.

“What are you doing here?”

“You promised me a date, Tillman.”

He doesn’t miss the up and down his father gives you when you walk into the foyer, especially doesn’t miss the raised eyebrows Roy shoots at him.

‘Get in there’ He can practically hear him saying it.

“Yeah. Later.” He wanted to avoid this. Any interactions with his family since you weren’t the keeping your mouth shut type.

“Well get dressed son, she’s waiting.” Roy admonishes him and shakes his head at you and Karen comes out to invite you into the kitchen for coffee and Gator needs to get you both out of the house.

You pitch a fit with him when he’s finally dressed and he wants to drive even though you made to 40 minute trip over on your own just fine. He corrals you into his truck and then you can’t agree on music and he’s sucking on his vape to try and keep his mind clear. It’s moments like this, when you find something to pick at and prod, that he wonders why he bothers with you at all.

But then when he gets to the mall an hour away and you hop out of his truck he’s reminded of one reason. He watches you adjust the skirt of your dress and he catches the black flash of your underwear.

“What are you grinning at?” You snap at him while reaching back in for your purse and he drops his smile quick, a heavy eye roll taking its place. You drag him around to stores he hates, stores that smell too much and have too many people. Stores with shit he doesn’t care about. When he tries to veer off into a GameStop you scoff and ask if he even has enough friends to play online with.

“Why do you have to be such a bitch?” He asks you real close while you both wait in line for a cinnamon roll. You chew on the straw of your iced latte and eye him from the side.

“I’m just pickin’ at you Gator, don’t be so sensitive.”

“I’m not fuckin’ sensitive.” He’s defensive, bordering on getting loud, when you put a hand on his arm.

“Hey,” Your fingers dig into the plush of his pullover, “Calm down, baby.” Placating tone layered under the nickname and suddenly he doesn’t feel so angry. The girl at the counter calls your name and you grab the overly big box, already opening it to pull at the center piece. “Want a bite?” You hold up the gooey bit for him and he takes it right out of your fingers with his teeth.

Back in town and when he asks where you want to eat and you’re back at square one, shrugging shoulders and “I don’t know, you pick.”

Everything he suggests is stupid apparently and his boiling point is dangerously close to being hit. He takes you to the diner and you pick at your sandwich and steal his toast but when he tries to steal a fry off your plate you click your tongue at him.

“What, you can steal my food? I can’t have one god damn fry?”

“I didn’t even want to come here.”

“What the fuck is the matter with you?” He can get loud in here and no one will bat an eye but still he keeps his voice hushed. Dips his head to catch your eye while you’re pouting into your plate. “All you’ve done today is be a pain in my ass.”

“Well you ignored my texts last night.”

“I was busy. You know my dad’s got me doing shit, important shit.” He makes that point with a harsh finger jabbed into the table top.

“It’s always fucking Roy isn’t it?” You push your plate across the table and the cutlery clatters. “Why don’t you just fuck him then, huh?”

His fist hits the table and everything clashes together. He sees how you jump and a small part of him feels satisfaction but the rest of him wants to bury his face in his hands. A big sigh, deep and full of spite, escapes between his fingers gated over his lips. “You coulda just picked a place.” He mutters and shakes his head.

“And you could just pretend to give a shit.” A fork gets thrown at his head and before he can reach out for your wrist to pin you down you’re out of the booth and out the front door.

“Hey!” He yells at the window while you stalk down the stairs outside. “Where are you going?!” He throws a $20 on the table and runs out after you while you seemingly start walking towards the farm 30 miles away.

“I’m going home!”

“You don’t live that way!”

“I need my car, Gator!” You scream at him and stomp your foot. You’ve smart mouthed him and called him names but you’ve never screamed at him like that.

“Get in the fuckin’ truck.” He wrenches the passenger door open. “Now.”

“Or fuckin’ what?” You stare at him unmoving. He knows the wind has to be cold on your legs but you barely react when a big gust comes through except to hold your dress down.

Yeah or what? He tries to think of something smart to say but there’s nothing there past his anger at you acting out all morning.

“Fine. Walk. I don’t give a shit.” He starts the truck and waits for a second to see if you’ll get in. He wants to gun it out of the parking lot and spray gravel and teach you a lesson. He wants to laugh about it and go home and tell his dad about finally putting you in your place.

But then you take a tentative step towards the door and he doesn’t turn his head but he does watch you from the corner of his eye. Wordlessly you hop in and slam the door behind you and it just lights the fire for another match. The whole drive home it’s barbs traded over the center console and every time you hit his dash to make a point he’s slapping your hand off of it, yelling about how expensive it was.

“Your dad bought you the damn thing, you care about it more than me!”

“You’re god damn right I do! It doesn’t yell at me!”

“I’m not yelling, I’m making my point!”

The truck jerks to a stop in front of his house and you jump out before the engine is off so you can beeline for your car. Gator takes a long pull off of his dying vape, thick cloud obscuring his vision until he finally gets out grumbling. From the front porch he hears a low whistle that has his head snapping up to find his father standing there with a shit eating grin.

“Trouble in paradise?” Roy tilts his head at you digging through your purse angrily.

“It’s fine.” Gator grits out while trying to edge his way past, only to be stopped by Roy with a big hand to his chest.

“Now you know how I feel about this one.”

“Well she won’t be around for long, so you don’t have to worry.” He feels like a child again, petulant and glaring at his father that still stands taller than him.

“You could fix that easily if you’d get your head out of your ass.” Gator doesn’t hear the footsteps behind him, grass muffling the hurried steps while you come up to ask for your keys he still has in his pocket.

“Remember that Claire girl?”

“‘Course I do, you don’t need to-“

“She left you because you couldn’t be straight with her.”

“No, we broke up-“

“She left you because you couldn’t keep her.” His palm swallows Gator’s shoulder when it claps down hard. He wants to take a hit off his vape for something to with his hands but he knows he’d just get scoffed at for something else. “Just, stop being a loser.” It’s a pitying smile he gives Gator before his gaze drifts behind him and he sighs. “You got in you somewhere.” Roy keeps his eyes on you as he walks down off the porch and Gator follows his look over his shoulder, tensing when he sees you standing there awkwardly.

“You uh, you have my keys.”

“What.” He feels lightheaded. He’s avoided any real interaction between you and his dad mostly on account that you were supposed to be just for fun, but this doesn’t feel fun anymore. Not the ringing in his ear making him wince or the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“My car keys.”

“Oh.” He’s on autopilot while tapping all his pockets. They jingle in his pullover and he tries to shove his cast in there and it catches and there’s the breaking point.

“Gator.” You try to get up the stairs to help him before he has a meltdown but it’s too late. His face is red and he’s tearing at his fleece and swearing up a storm. He thinks he might have stomped his foot and the embarrassment is swallowing him whole. “Gator come on.”

You’re only trying to steer him inside the house but he pushes you back when you grab him.

“I don’t need your fucking help!” He cries at you.

“Then give me the keys, asshole!” You yell back.

He knows his dad hears all this with the way your voices carry across the open expanse between the barn and the house. He can already hear him later while he sits in front of the fireplace. Sitting with his new wife and his new kids, the better ones, the ones that haven’t fucked up yet. He’ll drink his whiskey and shake his head at his fuck up and he’ll remind Gator for the next few weeks about this fight.

“Jesus Christ Gator, get it together.” You’re not gentle when you shove him into the door and open it. He stumbles in over the threshold and your hands hold him up and steer him to the stairs. He’s not sure if anyone is home and he doesn’t want them to see you taking him to his room but you move fast with him in front of you. Up to the landing and he trips again. You push him into his room and he makes for his bed like a kid being sent in for time out.

“Do you have a bottle of water or something?” You glance around, noticing the half empty fifth on his nightstand and his stomach plummets further.

“No.”

“God can you…” You take a steadying breath and shift toward him. “Let me get my keys.” You only pause when he doesn’t immediately move to let you rifle through his pocket. This close he can smell your perfume and he’d like to lean his head in but that’d be a stupid fucking move too. A sigh grazes his neck when you get your keyring out and stand up.

“Listen.” You cross your arms and give his room a good once over before another sigh works out of you, big and heaving. “Contrary to all of this, I don’t think your dad should be calling you that. It fucks with a person.”

“What, a loser?”

“Yeah.” You give him a sympathetic look and he hates it. He doesn’t know what to say though, just wants to be alone at this point. “Just, you aren’t a loser.” A shrug before you seem to second guess your departure and sit lightly on the edge of his bed. “An asshole for sure. And a dipshit.”

He laughs hollowly but your hand on his knee gives a reassuring squeeze. “I know I started this morning off on the wrong foot. I did that on purpose but I didn’t think uh, Roy was gonna…” You trail off. Behind you on the headboard the stupid handcuffs he keeps there jingle when he stands abruptly. Two steps to his door and he shuts it quietly and turns the lock and you sigh, again.

“Gator I don’t really feel like fucking around today.”

“Humor me.” He doesn’t meet your eyes when he turns back and kneels in front of you. He picks up one foot to wedge off your heeled boot and then the other, your socks rolled off your toes gently and placed inside your shoes.

“Gator.”

He ignores you and sits up, grabbing your hands and pulling at the thin rings to set them on his nightstand. Your bracelet and watch follow, both snaked around the tiny pile of rings.

“What are you doing.”

He just shakes his head, brows furrowed while he tries to unbutton your cardigan. You let him work but you watch his movements, gentle for the first time ever you think. He pushes the sweater down your arms and pulls it around you, folding it before laying it on the corner of his bed.

“You’re freaking me out.” You laugh quietly. He looks like he’s thinking while those long fingers start in on the buttons down the front of your dress. “Hey.” You grab his chin to pull his face up. “What are you doing?” You ask again, this time looking him dead on.

“You really don’t think I’m a loser?”

“Oh.” You ignore the glaring warning sign tacked to the wall beside your head for a moment. All the little centerfolds and the random bullets around his room. You instead focus on the purple light in the corner with his tarantula he’s had since high school. The bits of hand drawn personality, however strange they are, hanging around the corners of his room. The handful of empty fifths you noticed in the bottom of his closet. “No.” There’s a ‘but’ at the end of that ‘no’ however now isn’t the time.

There’s no reason for him to unbutton your dress when he can just push it up but he takes the tedious route, always the hard way for some reason. He hooks long fingers into the waistband of your underwear and pulls until you lift your hips. Again he does his methodical folding and you file that away for later to ask him about when he isn’t lost in some kind of stupor.

It only feels nerve wracking to have him between your knees because he’s quiet. Big palms grip under your thighs and pull you toward the edge of the bed before he hitches your legs over his shoulders.

“Say it again?” Hopeful breaths huff across heated skin, nerve endings on fire suddenly with his lips so close.

You smirk at him looking eager and pitiful between your thighs, his finger already digging into soft skin, hair mussed and falling out of its slicked back order. “You’re not a loser.”

#Gator Tillman Fic #Gator Tillman Smut #Gator Tillman x Reader #My Work #My Fic

[absolutebl]

Hi ABL! After watching episode 1 of Between Us, I was impressed with the level of "thirst" between Boun and Prem's characters in the last couple of scenes. Are there shows or scenes of shows, regardless of actual heat level, that you think did "thirst" well, regardless of how that's resolved at the time? Subjective, I know, but would love to get your take on this!

20 BLs with the BEST Thirst!

Thirst wants to slide a hand under his waistband right tf now and grind. Horny wants to rip his clothes off, and probably pop buttons and laugh about it. Yearning wants to run both hands up his back while they kiss deeply. Hunger wants to lift him by the ass and slam him against the wall.

Raise your glasses please, to THIRST.

I Cannot Reach You - Japan 2023

It's fresh in my mind, so first on this list.

Secret Crush on You - Thailand 2022

This scene in particular sprang next to mind, just because for me it kinda defined thirst in Thai BL. (Also see my #1 pick for sides at the end.)

Jun & Jun - Korea 2023

We Best Love: Fighting Mr 2nd - Taiwan 2021

2 Moons: Ambassador (AKA 2 Moons 3) - Thailand 2022

Eternal Yesterday - Japan 2022

Why R U? - Korea 2023

HIStory 3 - the BL that shall not be named - Taiwan 2019

Bed Friend - Thailand 2023

They sleeping together but King still thirsty af

Big Dragon - Thailand 2022

My Beautiful Man - Japan 2021

Between Us - Thailand 2022-23

Minato's Laundromat - Japan 2022

Ghost Host Ghost House - Thailand 2022

the infamous leg scene alone qualifies them, but they very mutually thirsty in general

My Personal Weatherman - Japan 2023

It's the point.

I Feel You Linger in the Air - Thailand 2023

The oil scene is a stroke of genius.

Well, several strokes.

Old Fashion Cupcake - Japan 2022

I Told Sunset About You - Thailand 2020

Love in Translation - Thailand 2023

Just because of that damn convenience store make-out scene.

Nitiman - Thailand 2021

I find thirst is often (although not always) the provenance of the seme character.

Mutual thirst is really rare.

Side dish gravy

Shorts, side couples, and so forth.

Oh My Sunshine Night - Thailand 2022

Noh appears 2x on this list. He's GREAT at thirst. Possibly the only Thai actor to give Japan real competition. GIVE HIM ANOTHER LEAD!

HIStory 4: Close To You - Taiwan 2021

Gen Y 2 - Thailand 2022

@heretherebedork and I call them PokeTongue for a reason.

Y-Destiny - Thailand 2021

kiss x kiss x kiss: Perfect Scandal - Japan 2022

No shocker that Japan is the only one to field a micro on this list. Usually thirst takes more build up.

Defining THIRST

I make a distinction between thirst and other types of physical desire. This is just me and language.

Thirst usually leaps off the screen and has an edge of danger to it. Like they gonna get caught, or go out of control just from wanting to touch. They gonna die without physical contact. It's pure survival need. Japan kinda specializes in this.

There's no humor to thirst, but horny can get kinda cheeky. It's more fun and mutual (ee.g. KinnPorsche). More want than need. So it's more Thailand and Taiwan.

There's also yearning (e.g. The 8th Sense), which has a more emotional soul tether to it. Korea in particular, but also like GMMTV and lower heat prestige stuff, high school things for example (My School President).

And finally hunger, which I tend to think of as desire but with a nourishment component. It's I want what's MINE. Like Taejung in Cherry Blossoms After Winter.

These aren't mutually exclusive, mind you.

I dithered but they didn't quite make the list

Irresistible Love - China 2016

Second Chance - Thailand 2021

Takara & Amagi - Japan 2022

Love Area - Thailand 2022

Takumi-kun - Japan 2007

Moonlight Chicken - Thailand 2023

My Engineer (RamKing) - Thailand 2020

It's why we're all still mad we never got full RamKing

(source)

This posted dated end of 2023. Not responsible for thirsty BL that happens after. Check the comments for additions and other's thoughts on the matter.

#bl with thirst #thirsty bl #gay thirst #I Cannot Reach You #japanese bl #Secret Crush on You #SCOY #Thail Bl #Jun & Jun #Korean BL #Although not much of it #We Best Love: Fighting Mr 2nd #2 Moons: ambassador #2 moons 3 #Eternal Yesterday #why r u korea #Bed Frined #Big Dragon #Between Us #my beautiful man #utsukushii kare #minato's laundromat #ghost host ghost house #My Personal Weatherman #i feel you linger in the air #Old Fashion Cupcake #i told sunset about you #Love in Translation

[naturaliar]

-ꨄ Character(s): Nahoya

-ఌ Type of reader: M!Reader (black ofc)

-ꨄ Category: SFW + a/b/o

-ఌ Warning(s): None

-ꨄ For: @reallyromealone

-ఌ Edited: ❌

“But papa I don’t want ramennnn!” (Child name) whined as he began fussing a bit, a normal thing a 4-year-old does.

“Listen, if you embarrass me in this damn shop so help me God (child name).”

You whispered to him making the boy huff as he folded his arms. “Afternoon! What can I get you two?” Nahoya asked with his normal smile. You told him what you wanted along with your son.

“And will that be all?” He asked and you nodded your head as you sat down, placing (child name) on your lap and just giving him your phone to distract him for a bit. “You have a cute kid,” Nahoya said with a softer smile.

“Thank you. He looks more like his clown of a father than me. The only thing he got is my hair and skin color.” You sighed as you bounced the leg (child name) was on. “Well, even with just those two things he’s as cute as his dad.” Nahoya chuckled getting (child name’s) attention.

“Why are you talking to my papa?” He glared, only for said glare to look adorable. “Well, I find your papa interesting and attractive so, of course, I’d talk to him,” Nahoya told him making (child name) cling to you.

Your eyes widened slightly as you scratched your cheek with your index finger. “Thanks.” You grumbled. “Anytime sweetness. Can I maybe have your number if that’s alright with you?” He seemed a little bit more nervous now asking such a question.

His cheeks were tinted a light red and his smile was quivering a bit. A smirk formed on your lips as you nodded. “Yeah sure. What’s your name?” You asked, tilting your head a bit as you write your number down.

“Nahoya Kawata. Please to meetcha! And yours?” “Y/n.” You told him. “A beautiful name for a beautiful guy,” Nahoya said as he rested his cheek on the palm of his hand before getting struck in the back of the head with a wooden spoon by no one other than his brother.

“Stop flirting and get back to work.” Souya sighed making you giggle. And from that day forward you’ve been seeing Nahoya more recently, letting him get to know your kid better and all that stuff. “Look what I gotcha little dude,” Nahoy said as he held a dumb dumb lollipop in his hand, blueberry flavored. (Child name) took it before getting a look from you.

“What do you say when people give you things?” “Thank you, Mr. Kawata!” (Child name) exclaimed as he quickly plopped the lollipop in his mouth happily walking to his play area. “Hey, could I ask you something real quick?” Nahoya asked as you two sat down on your living room couch.

“Yeah sure, what’s up?” “If it’s not too personal could I know who was (child name’s) father? He looks so familiar for some reason.” Nahoya asked making you stiffen up a bit.

“Ah..well you probably wouldn’t know him but his name was (random name)—” “Wait so YOU were his secret lover?!” Nahoya shouted, shock present on his face. “You know him?” You questioned him, raising your brow a little.

“Yeah, he was an old friend of mine. He told us he was dating someone but never told us who.” “Sounds like him.” You grumbled and began fiddling with your fingers a bit. “After he found out I was pregnant with his kid he decided to leave as soon as he could. (Child name) wasn’t even able to know who his father was, to begin with.” You physically looked sad and hurt making Nahoya frown.

“Well, if it’s fine I could take the role he never took. After all, I see (child name) as a kid of my own.” He said as his cheeks once again were tinted with a light red catching you by surprise. “Of…Of course. But are you sure?” You asked him as he took your hand in his.

“I’m 100% sure sweetheart.” Nahoya smiled making your smile soften as you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Ewwww!” (Child name) exclaimed catching the both of you by surprise.

“Oh, hush boy!” You laughed making him run off back to his play area.

-🤎tags: @jkloserdazai @lostsomewhereinthegarden (anyone who wants to be tagged in my fics here you can ask)

#nahoya kawata #Nahoya x male reader #nahoya x you #nahoya x y/n #nahoya x reader #male reader #black male reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x male reader #a/b/o au

[panjakes]

Can i request a haechan enimes to lovers but witha darkskin fem

Haechan walked into the library looking around for Yn. He finally spotted her at a round table with a few books and papers around her. He rolls his eyes going over to the table. He throws his things and himself down causing Yn to side eye him.

“Let’s get this shit over with. What are your ideas?” He asks

“Well I don’t know yet but I was thinking a huge canvas with paint and-“ Yn starts but Haechan cuts her off

“No. I’m not painting anything” he says

“Okay I’ll paint and you draw” Yn says calmly

“Draw what?” He asks with a scoff

“I was thinking a snake with a bunch of flowers around it” Yn says making haechan sarcastically laugh

“No.” He flatly says

“Well what ideas do you have?” Yn asks making haechan sigh

“Listen Yn. I don’t like you. I damn near hate you. I don’t want to work with you and I don’t want to be your partner. Matter of fact I’m going to Ms.park tomorrow morning and telling her to change my partner.” Haechan says leaning in to Yn

Yn smirks leaning in getting closer to haechan. The smirk on her face made him nervous

“Oh haechan. Your so cocky. Do you think I want to work with you either? I don’t. I’m working with you for a grade. Get your head out of your ass. Your not that special.” She says her smirk turning into sickly sweet smile

“Now…we’re going to do the snake and flowers”Yn says standing up from her seat collecting her things

“I have to get to practice. We can talk more about this later” she says walking to the door

“H-how!? We don’t have each other’s numbers” he says

“I know. You can text me on instagram, I know you stalk my page” Yn says with a smirk. She winks at him before taking her leave

Haechan sits down in his seat. Very hot and very bothered.

“I don’t see why we’re here” haechan says sitting down at the bleachers

“I just wanna stare at the cheerleaders” Jeno says smirking

“Your such a creep…scoot over” Renjun says

Haechan groans looking over spotting Yn on the field. His sour looked drop once he seen her in her navy blue, white, and gold uniform. Her curls were half up and down with a pretty sparkly white bow.

Her smooth dark skin glistening from the sweat caused by the 80 degree heat. She actually looked really beautiful out there on the field. On HER field.

“Oh shit bro. Yn is hot” Jeno says

“She’s like our best cheerleader” Renjun says

“Yeah and her academics go CRAZY” Jeno says blowing out air

“She’s not that great. She’s only here because her dad owns the school” Haechan mumbles making his two friends side eye him

“Why are you so mad?” Renjun asks

“Yeah like what’s your real problem with Yn anyway?” Jeno asks

“I just think she’s fake” haechan shrugs

"what about her is fake?" Jeno asks

"everything. Everything about her" Haechan scoffs

"You dont have a valid reason to hate her" Renjun says

"exactly, what has she done to you?" Jeno asks

Just then the crowd starts screaming as the cheerleads run onto the field.

“Must be half time. Pay attention to your girl” Jeno says smirking making Haechan scoff

Haechan watched Yn closely. She was really good. Like REALLY good. He watched as her teammates threw her in the air and catch her. She did a lot of flips catching haechan by surprise.

“So channie…are you gonna ask her on a date?” Jeno asks

“Why would I?” He asks

“Because your totally into her” Renjun says

“I’m not. I hate her” haechan says

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself?” He asks with a raised brow

Just then the crowd cheered again meaning half time was over.

“Go catch her. Now” Jeno says making haechan sigh

"I do need to talk to her. It wont be about a date tho"

He quickly jogs after Yn, finally catching up to her. He grabs her hand catching her by surprise

“Haechan? What do you want?” Yn asks

“I Uh…what’re you doing after this?” He asks making her look him up and down

“Why?” She asks

“Because I want to take you out.” he says flatly

Yn looked him up and down before giggling at him

“Just yesterday you told me you hate me now you want to take me out? Get over yourself haechan.” Yn says rolling her eyes going back over to her team

Haechan sighs grabbing at her arm.

“No yn YOU get over YOURSELF. Do you really think I’ll go out with you. Your so full of yourself Yn. I was taking you out to discuss the project. Remember when I said I damn near hate you? Well it’s official I hate your stuck up ass.” He says shocking his friends and Yn.

"Haechan please. Your so got damn stupid nobody will ever go out with you. I hate you too you stupid prick" Yn says before throwing her water all over Haechan

Angerily haechan wipes the water from his face.

"Cant stand that fucking girl" Haechan mumbles

"Dude your an asshole!" Renjun says chucking at the soaking wet guy

"We said ask her on a date not piss her off"Jeno says smacking the back of his neck

"Bro fuck her. I'm not going to keep telling you guys I hate her!" Haechan says stepping away from his friends

The two friends shale their heads before going to apologize for their friend's behaviour.

"Then he says he hates me! Mind you I've never done anything to him!" Yn says pacing her brothers bedroom

"He's a total dick. I'll beat his ass" Jaemin says

"You dont have too. I can just get that asshole kicked out of his clubs" Yn mumbles

"work smarter not harder" Jaemin says making the girl chuckle

"I should also put just my name on the project" Yn says looking over at the half drawn project

"Thats my girl! Get em kicked out of the school why dont you!" Jaemin says clapping

"Anyway, whats for dinner?" Yn asks

"Uh I'm taking Mimi out for dinner and probably staying at her place but dad dropped of some money maybe pizza" He says shrugging

"Yeah that doesnt sound bad, Tell Mimi I said Hi" Yn says

"Will do, Love you!! Dont stay up to late" Jaemin shouts

"Love you too, I will!!!" Yn shouts back making the boy chuckle before taking his leave.

Over the hours, yn ordered her pizza and sides while cleaning up the house she and her brother shared.

Finally done cleaning, yn sat down with her slice of pizza and wings ready to watch her show. Over the next few minutes she could hear thunder rumbling outside.

she picks up her phone checking the battery just in case the power goes out.

turning off some of the lights, yn goes back to her corner in the sectional couch. a few minutes go by before a knock was at the door. Yn looks back confused

"Dont tell me Jaemin forgot his key" She mumbles going to the door

she pulls open the door groaning at the sight of Haechan

"What do you want dick" She says making him roll his eyes

"My power went out and my friends arent home. I have no where else to go,plus i figured we could work on the project" He says making yn chuckle

"Boy bye, after everything you said too me you expect me to open up my home to you? You better go home and light some candles" Yn says going to close the door

But Haechan's hand stops it

"What the fuck do you want Haechan?" Yn asks

"Just let me in. I'll leave in the morning" Haechan says

Yn takes a look outside seeing that it was pouring down hard and Haechan was soaking wet. She groans as she opens the door wider

"Stay right there dont track water inside my house" She says going up the stairs to jaemins room

Haechan nods taking his shoes off looking around the house he only been in once. He noticed the almost fully painted canvas. Yn finished it?

"Here theres a bathroom in there" Yn points

"Your still doing the project?" He asks pointing to it

"Dont worry about it. Go change" Yn says harsly

Haechan rolls his eyes going into the bathroom to change into the black T-shirt and gray sweats yn gave him. Once he was dried and dress he walked back to the living room to see yn working on the canvas.

"Dont sit next to me" She says making Haechan scoff

"As if I want to" He says

"But you want to be in my house, watch it" Yn says dipping the paint brush

"It looks nice"Haechan says after a few moments of silence

"I know" She mumbles making him scoff

"It's almost finished. I'll write your name on it and then we wont ever have to deal with each other ever again" She says standing up

"Great" Haechan says making the girl roll her eyes

It was silent as Haechan watched her go to the kitchen

"Hungry?" She asks

"Uh yeah" He says as she comes from the kitchen with a plate.She takes her seat on the couch biting into her food. Haechan stares at her in confusion causing her to laugh

"Oh you thought I made you a plate? No go make your own" She says turning her attention back to the tv.

"It's gonna be hell here until the morning" Haechan says

"You can always leave" Yn says back

Seeing as Haechan rather be warm than cold, he decided to make his plate in silence. After making his plate he sat back in his seat turninng his attention to whatever was playing on the tv.

Just then a loud rumble of thunder shook the house before the power went off.

"FUCK!!" Yn screams putting her plate on the table.

"See what happens when you talk shit" Haechan says smirking

"Haechan shut the fuck please and make yourself useful and follow me" Yn says

"why would I follow you anywhere? And in the dark at that?" Haechan asks

"Too get the fire wood now lets go before you piss me tf off" Yn says walking to the basement with her flashlight on.

"Wheres the wood?" Haechan asks once they get down the stairs

"In the corner" Yn says messing with the fuse box

"Do you even know what your doing?" Haechan asks grabbing a few pieces

"Do you know how to shut the fuck up?" Yn asks making the male chuckle

After a few attempts and the power not coming on, yn and haechan went back up the stairs to start a fire.

"Does your dumbass need help?" Haechan says just wanting to mess with yn at this point

"Not from your ass, especially when your an all C student" Yn says throwing a match onto the wood

"I am not!!" Haechan says

"You are, Shut up" She says throwing a blanket at him

He catches it still talking under his breathe.

It was silent as the two sat in front of the fire on their phones. Haechan looked over watching as Yn shivered a bit.The fire was helping but not by much

"Hey dumbass" Haechan says causing yn to look up.

Haechan had his arms open as if he was inviting her in for a hug. Yn scrunched her face up rolling her eyes

"Boy bye" She said before hugging her blanket tighter and looking back down at her phone.

"Stop acting stuck up, we're both cold and this fire you made sucks" He says making her smack her lips.

She scoots closer to the blond as he wraps his arms around her

"I hate this so much" She says tossing her now dead phone to the side

"I hate your ass too" Haechan says making her groan

"I never said that! got damn Haechan what the fuck is even your problem with me?" She says pushing the male away from her

“Me? You have a problem with me!” He says annoyed

“Only because you have a problem with me!! I didn’t even know who your ass was until last year!” Yn says rolling her eyes

“We’ll my problem with you is, your spoiled stuck up nepo baby. You think because your dad owns this school your hot shit! Your not!” Haechan says making Yn roll her eyes yet again

She chuckles before looking at haechan

“Spoiled? Stuck up? Nepo baby? Please Haechan’s you know nothing about me” she says waving him off

“I know enough and I know I’m fucking right” he says

“You couldn’t be any more wrong. The man is my step father alright? He didn’t get me in the school I got in on my own. The school reached out to me! Im not spoiled nor am I stuck up. I just don’t fuck with you” she says rolling her eyes with a scoff

Haechan frowns. From the looks on her face she didn’t seem close with the man like everyone said. Had he been wrong about her this whole time?

“So your not close to him?” Haechan asks making the girl scoff

“Never was. You hate me based of a fucking rumor. Don’t even know anything about me” Yn says getting up from her seat on the floor

The next morning the power was back on. Meaning Haechan could get the fuck out.

Haechan woke up to Yn sitting in the corner working on the painting. He gets up going to sit next to her

“Looks nice” he says

“Thanks” Yn says

It was quiet before haechan spoke again

“You know Yn I’m sorry” he says

“I don’t need your apology haechan. You hate me so keep it that way” she says dipping her brush

“That was before I knew you” haechan says

“Exactly. You didn’t even know me before you started hating me so don’t stop now” Yn says

“Come on Yn don’t be like that. I honestly thought about it a lot last night and I don’t want to keep hating you over something so stupid and petty” he says making Yn sigh

“Change of heart? Why?” Yn asks putting the brush down

“Because you’ve never done anything to me. I’m just a childish immature guy. I definitely shouldn’t have judged you before knowing you and I’m sorry” haechan says shocking Yn

“Your saying sorry?” Yn asks surprised

“Yeah. You don’t have accept my apologies right now but I really just want to get past all this.” Haechan says scratching his neck

“I don’t accept your apology” Yn says causing haechan to sigh and put his head down in disappointment

“But, I’m willing to look past this” she says handing him a paint brush

“Thank you” haechan says with a small smile

She gives him one back and they both start working on the project

#nct x black reader #black reader #ambw fic #ambw #black girls are beautiful #black reader insert #kpop poc #kpop #x black reader #x black!reader #kpop imagines #enhypen x black reader

[dvrk-moon]

LOVE ME (NOT) - YANG JUNGWON

TEASER 3

synopsis : fake dating your enemy, yang jungwon, for the sake of getting your mutual friends to stop playing matchmaker is the worst idea you've ever heard in your life. however, it's a bit more enticing when $100 is thrown in the mix.

word count : .5k

warnings : cursing, one suicide joke

featuring : newjeans minji, zerobaseone gyuvin

genre : enemies-to-lovers, fake dating, slow burn, jungwon x fem!reader, private school au, high school au

playlist : tba

expected release date : early april as of right now

v. $100 IS $100

The following day, you, Minji, and Gyuvin were all situated at Minji’s house, in her living room. Minji was sitting in an armchair, Gyuvin was on the sofa, and you were sprawled out on the floor, in yet another dramatic mood.

You recapped your two best friends on the incidental Saturday lunch, not missing any details. From the presence of Jungwon, especially to the comment Wonyoung made about you two getting together. The whole entire story was crazy to you and reliving it through your storytelling made you almost shiver in fear.

“And she went, ‘we will help you from the sidelines’,” you lamented, “like who says that?! I get that she has no idea about the rivalry, but he and I aren’t even cute together. He’s short.”

Gyuvin let out a hearty laugh at your comment, “Y/N, you are also short.”

“Besides the point!”

“Your life does not even sound real,” Minji said, “and it’s so hard to not laugh, I’m sorry.”

You groaned from your spot on the floor, sending Minji a side eye, “Is my life some joke to you two?!”

“A little bit.” Gyuvin laughed out.

You rolled your eyes and flipped over onto your stomach, “This is so not funny.”

“Have you thought about just telling Wonyoung to back off?” Minji asked.

“Yeah, I have, thanks.” You replied sarcastically. You craned your neck to look at your best friend, “I haven’t done it because I know for a fact she would ask why. And I don’t wanna get into all of that, especially because her boyfriend is best friends with the devil in question.”

Minji snorted, “You two should just fake date. That’d get Wonyoung to back off.”

You immediately sat up, “Are you crazy?! Absolutely not!”

Gyuvin agreed from his spot, “Minji has a point. Maybe you two could even become friends along the way.”

Shaking your head profusely, you shot a look at Gyuvin, then at Minji, “You guys are crazy.”

“What if,” Minji proposed, “you did it for money? You just told us about how your workplace is shutting down. Plus, you need the money. You’re broke as fuck.”

“Ouch.”

“She’s right, I hate to admit it.” Gyuvin said, shrugging.

“Oh, absolutely not. I may be broke but not broke enough to date Yang Jungwon, even if it’s fake.”

“How about this?” Gyuvin challenged, “If you can successfully fake date this guy until your pretentious-ass Ivy Hills masquerade dance in a couple weeks, I’ll give you $50. But only if you also go to the dance with him.”

“It’s like you want me to kill myself.”

“I’ll also give you $50.” Minji said, raising her eyebrows.

The Ivy Hills masquerade dance was essentially a more talked-up prom, but from what you’d heard, it was held in an old ballroom and the funding was insane. To have that experience be ruined by having Jungwon as a date did not sound enticing in the slightest, but $100 dollars did.

Plus, Gyuvin was right. It would only be a couple weeks.

“You guys drive a hard fucking bargain, I hate you two.”

“Damn,” Gyuvin laughed, “your ass really is broke. $100 to date your alleged enemy, and you’re sold.”

“I haven’t agreed!” You reasoned, trying to defend yourself.

“We both know you will, Y/N.” Minji cocked an eyebrow.

“I really, really hate you two.”

a/n : one more lmn teaser and then i’ll post the whole thing soon… i like this one a lot. maybe not as much as emu but it’s pretty close and i can’t wait to share it with you guys

#enhypen #enhypen reactions #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen drabbles #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x female reader #enhypen x y/n #enhypen x you #enhypen fanfics #enhypen fanfic #enhypen fic #enhypen ff #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fluff #enhypen angst #jungwon #yang jungwon #jungwon x y/n #enhypen jungwon #jungwon imagines #jungwon x reader #jungwon fanfic #heeseung #enhypen jay #enhypen jake #sunghoon #sunoo #ni ki #dvrk moon

[warmaidensrevenge]

Eddie is that a baby?

Papa Eddie Munson x plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

Ok I just love the idea of Eddie getting crazy flustered trying to raise a baby girl. How protective he is with her.

Warnings: Language, mentions of child loss.

Summary: Eddie needs help with the baby.

Chapter 1: Rosie

🍼🥹💗

It was Eddie's first day working at the steel works and he was so damn nervous. Not because it was his first real job after the shit that happened 2 years ago. All his wounds were only skin deep. Except the one on his neck causing him to bleed out of his mouth. Henderson still gave him shit about being an over actor when he woke up in the hospital.

Eddie was no longer the main suspect once Jason disappeared/died. So he was free to go. After that everyone treated him differently. He thought they would avoid him like the plague. But for some reason he was as popular as Harrington. After the events in the upside down Eddie became really good friends with Steve, Robin, Nancy and Johnathan. They're the reason he now went to parties. He would go to parties before the asshat Vecna tried to ruin his life. But he only went to supply the people with the best drugs money could buy. But now it was like everyone loved him. Especially girls. Sure he hooked up all the time but now he was drowning in a sea of pussy. And he couldn't have been more smug about it. Every night it seemed he was getting laid. But he grew tired of all the different girls. So he started dating Tina. (Vickie's friend) he was able to get a diploma and he started working at the local auto shop. But after just a few months he had to quit and find a better paying job.

See he knew Tina was pregnant with his baby. But what he didn't know was that she was gonna ditch him and their new baby girl just a month after she was born, Tina bolted. He was in a panic for a solid 3 months. He barely slept and he barely ate. He was so worried about her. He was also frantic about providing for her. He wasn't making enough at the shop and no way was he gonna keep selling drugs. He had to make sure his daughter was utterly and completely safe.

The only people he trusted with her were his uncle and Erica Sinclair. But his uncle was working with him that day and Erica was at school. So he had to leave his now 4 month old with a complete stranger. And he was so afraid something would happen. He called on every break and during "restroom" breaks. The babysitter assured him she was fine. But he couldn't help but worry.

During lunch instead of sitting with his uncle right away he called the sitter for the 11th time. And this time she didn't answer. He freaked. He kept calling until someone answered. He guessed it was a helper who answered. He explained that he was checking on his daughter and asked why it took so long for them to answer the phone. The person on the line said that his babysitter was feeding his daughter.

Still a bit worried he went to sit next to his uncle. He was so anxious this morning that he forgot to pack a lunch. So he was sharing a bag of cheez its with his uncle. He wasn't paying attention to what was going on around him until he heard a commotion at the door of the break room. A girl came in with the biggest lunch pail Eddie has ever seen. People were surrounding her as she passed out Styrofoam take out boxes. She looked familiar but he couldn't put his finger on it.

He watched as you approached the table where they were sitting.

" Hey Mr. Munson. I hope you guys are hungry." You said while putting two boxes down.

"Starving kiddo. How much we owe ya?" Wayne said pulling out his old tattered brown leather wallet.

" Please. I don't want your money. Besides this is a thank you for fixing the kitchen sink. I really appreciate it."

" It was nothing. Anytime you need anything. Just let me know."

" Will do. I uhh I gave you guys an extra cookie. Don't tell anyone." You winked at Eddie "Enjoy guys. I'll see out on the floor."

Eddie stared at you the whole time you were there. He wanted to introduce himself but he was too worried about the baby.

" Better eat fast son. We only have 15 minutes left."

Eddie pulled the Styrofoam box open and there was a large piece of homemade lasagna. Complete with garlic bread a small salad and 2 chocolate chip cookies.

" Make sure you thank her when you see her later."

Eddie with a mouth full turned to his uncle.

" Who is that and why is she giving us free food?"

" That's Y/N. I went to fix her clogged sink."

" I hope that's not code for anything."

"What? God no. I'm old enough to be her father. Don't you remember her?"

Eddie shook his head shoveling food into his mouth.

" You guys went to school together."

" We did?"

" Yes. She was there before you disappeared."

"Wait y/n l/n. The one that dropped out because she was pregnant."

" Yup. Poor girl."

" Why is she working here? I thought she was supposed to get married."

" Well I don't want to gossip but supposedly it never got that far. He left her when she was in the delivery room."

" Ugh I hate it when they leave."

"Yup. So be nice. She knows what you're going through. She's the one who let me know about the babysitter" Wanye leaned in and whispered. " Also, She just lost her son to sids a few months ago."

" What's sids?"

" Sudden infant death. He was only 4 months old."

" Rosie's 4 months old!"

" Shhhh."

Great. Like he wasn't worried enough.

" Rosie will be ok son. It's more common in boys than girls. We just got to make sure she sleeps on her back."

Now Eddie was freaking out. How could he stay at work when Rosie could be dying right now. Somehow his uncle convinced him to say for the rest of the shift. But as soon as he was done he raced over. As soon as he saw Rosie he cried and held her so close to his chest that she was pushing him away.

...

A week later he had the day off. He spent it playing with Rosie. Trying to get her to say dada. But she just made noises. He was worried about her. She hadn't pooped in 2 days.

" Common princess. Poop for Daddy." He was seriously considering giving her prune juice.

She was crying. He figured that she was uncomfortable. He was about to give up and take her to the hospital. He was bouncing her up and down while she screamed her head off.

" Rosie honey please."

Her crying made him want to too.

" That's it. Let's go princess." He was about to put her in the car seat when someone knocked on the trailer door.

He went to open it and saw you there. You had a huge gift bag in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other

" Hi Eddie. I- umm do you need help?"

" No!" It came out way harsher than he meant too.

"Sorry. I didn't mean...I'm just gonna leave these here" You set both bags on the porch and headed down the steps.

Eddie felt bad. But he thought that maybe you could help him. He really didn't have the money to pay for the emergency room. But if Rosie needed it he would take her. He thought maybe the same thing happened to your son.

" Hey uhh y/n don't go. I uhh I do need help."

You stopped and turned around. Eddie was still trying to calm Rosie down. Giving you pleading eyes. You picked up the bags and went inside, setting them on the coffee table.

Eddie watched as you pulled out a bottle of hand sanitizer and put some on. He was just about to ask you to do that but it was like you read his mind.

" May I?" You asked

He was apprehensive for a second but handed her to you.

"Oh sweet girl. What's wrong?" You cooed.

" She hasn't pooped in 2 days." Eddie looked at you worried. But you didn't look at him when he said it.

" Oh no. We can't have that. Right princess?" You were bouncing her just like Eddie did.

He felt that maybe you couldn't help after all but then you moved to the couch and sat down.

" Eddie I know this is gonna look weird but don't freak out. My mom used to do this to me. And don't worry. I won't hurt her. I promise."

Eddie eyed you but nodded. Anything to stop Rosie's pain. You laid her down on her stomach and started massaging her lower back gently. He could hear Rosie start to settle down but not by much. Not until you pulled at the skin under he onesie softly where you had been massaging her. He immediately got angry. He was about to yell at you when he heard Rosie let out a little fart. Rosie stopped crying and he could hear her trying to push. He looked at your hands and you were massaging her again.

" That's it princess. Let it out."

Rosie was very flatulent. As soon as she was done, you picked her up and handed her back to him rubbing her back one last time.

"I'm sorry if I upset you Eddie. I know it looks bad. But I swear it's not."

"Thank you for not hurting my daughter. And thanks for getting her to go." His eyes never left Rosie.

" I would never hurt her Eddie."

Eddie smiled and took Rosie to his room to change her. When he came back out he noticed your shirt was wet. Your breasts were leaking.

" Hey uhh. Your shirt."

You looked down and immediately covered yourself.

" Oh I'm sorry. It must have been the crying. Umm I'm gonna go." You were out the door before he could say anything. He would have offered you one of Tina's maternity shirts.

Eddie put Rosie down for a nap. He went and sat on the couch to see what you brought. He opened the big bag first. It was filled with baby clothes and a few toys. There was this one thing that didn't match all the blues and greens in the bag. It was a pretty pink dress. It was a little bigger than Rosie's size but he knew it was for her. It still had the tags on it with the price scribbled out. Eddie smiled. He would never say no to free stuff. But he was definitely going to wash what you brought over. He opened up the small paper bag and found 2 big ass burritos and a pack of circus cookies. He loves those cookies. How did you know? Why were you being so nice? He scarfed down both burritos before they got cold and started the wash.

He looked through the phone book trying to find you. Once he did he called you.

" Hello?"

"Uh hey y/n. It's me Eddie."

You went silent. He thought you were holding your breath.

" Hey look. I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to embarrass you." Eddie heard you clear your throat.

" No I'm sorry. You shouldn't have seen that. I should still be wearing my pads."

" Don't be sorry. It's perfectly natural. I have seen it before you know. Tina used to leak through her pads all the time."

There was an awkward silence for a second.

" I uhh. I'm still sorry though. I umm I never got your daughters name. I feel so bad for not asking."

Eddie chuckled. " Don't feel bad. I'm sure she won't be offended that you guys didn't get an introduction. Her name is Rosemary. Rosie for short."

" Oh that's pretty."

" Yeah. Named her after my mom and well after the movie."

" Movie?"

" Yeah Rosemary's baby."

" Oh." You laughed. " That's umm weird. Probably only mention the mom part of the story when you tell people about her name."

" Ehh. Yeah probably. I don't want people to think I'm back to being an occultist."

"God I remember that. That was so crappy."

" Yeah. But whatever. I'm not in high school anymore."

" Yeah. And you're a dad now. It's so crazy. Hey did you get to go through the stuff brought over?"

" Yes thank you so much. But you didn't have to do that."

"Please. Your uncle told me about you not having a baby shower or anything. Neither did I. So I thought you could use it. Sorry there's not much pink in there"

" Yeah she will definitely make use of everything. And don't worry about the colors. I'm sure she won't be upset that she's not wearing girl colors. Besides she really needed more socks. I swear that damn dryer is holding half of her socks hostage."

" You see I always thought that too. But I feel like it's the washer who is the real cooperate. I mean who would really question the washer? Me that's who."

" Huh. It would be the perfect cover since it doesn't have a lint trap."

" No but it does have this drawer thing in the back. So it might be possible."

" There's a drawer in the back?"

"Uhh yeah....it's next to the little black plug. You know the one that should get emptied once a month."

" Oh...yeah... That drawer."

" Eddie? You don't know what I'm talking about do you?"

" Uhh. No..."

Eddie heard you laugh again. " just ask your uncle about it. He was the one who showed me. Oh just so you know those clothes were washed already. But if you feel like you need to wash them again. I understand."

" Shit am I that predictable?"

" You're a new father. Don't worry about it. "

"Thank you...for everything."

" You're very welcome. If you ever need anything. I'm just a phone call away.

" Yeah. Thank you."

" Bye Eddie."

" Bye y/n."

When he hung up he had a thought. Maybe it would be nice to have someone around that knew what they were doing. But he pushed it away. He didn't know you. So he was gonna keep you at a distance. Just until he knew you were ok for his daughter to be around.

...

He saw you at work and you guys ate lunch together. But that was pretty much the extent to that relationship. He thought you were really nice and one hell of a cook. Every Friday you would sell food to people at work. Eddie guessed it was a coping mechanism for your loss. At least that's what his uncle said. They both tried to pay you for it. But you always refused. But Eddie found a way to repay you. He would show up to work with a coffee for you. He would always buy you a pop and a candy bar from the vending machines. It wasn't much but it was at least he could do without you getting suspicious.

You asked about Rosie every now and again. Eddie knew you were giving him space. You knew that if he needed you, he would call. And about 2 weeks after the no crap incident of 88. Eddie was waiting for you to answer the phone.

"He- llo"

" Y/n it me. So listen. I have fed her, I've burped her, bathed her, changed her and I still can't get her to stop crying. I'm sorry to call but my uncle pick up a double.

" No it's ok. Does she have a fever?"

" No I've checked her 5 times already."

" She didn't get bit by anything did she?"

" No not that I could see."

" Eddie how old is she again?"

" She's almost 5 months old."

"hmmm. Is she grabbing her ear or trying to put things in her mouth?"

"Yeah her mouth."

" umm. Can you do me a favor? Can you put her down for just a second so you can wash your hands?"

Eddie didn't question you. He put Rosie down and washed his hands quickly then picked her back up.

"okay. I need you to hold her face still and look into her mouth."

" I don't see anything. Her gums just look irritated. Crap did I give her something she's allergic to?!"

"Eddie, calm down. If you did she probably wouldn't be able to cry like that. uhh can you just touch her bottom gums in the front and up top. Tell me if you feel anything."

"y-yes it feels like something is.....shit she's teething."

" Uh huh. Do you have a ring for her?"

" Ugh no. I didn't think it would happen this soon."

" Eddie it's fine. I gave you one. Do you remember seeing a wooden ring with a small towel with lions on it?"

" Ye-yeah."

" Good. That's a teething ring."

" Isn't she gonna get splinters in her mouth?"

" No she won't I promise. It's actually better for her."

" Alright. But if something happens to her. I know where you live." He joked

"If anything happens other than her being happy, I will come to you."

Eddie stayed on the phone with you until Rosie calmed down. Eddie heard you yawn. He looked at the clock and it was 3 in the morning.

" Oh man I'm sorry y/n. I didn't know it was so late."

" No it's okay" you yawned again. " I told you if you needed anything. I meant that."

"Thank you so much."

"Night Eddie. Get some sleep ok."

" You too. Night."

When he hung up the phone he took Rosie into his room.

" Aww princess. Daddy's so sorry. Thank God for y/n huh? She's so nice."

Eddie sat on the bed with her watching how she was gnawing on the ring.

" Mmm better princess?"

Eddie was so thankful for you. He was really happy that you two met.

...

After some time you guys spent more time together. Going out to the park for walks or just hanging out. Rosie seemed to really like you and that made Eddie happy. He liked the way his daughter laughed when you made silly faces for her. He liked how you never really asked to hold her because you were afraid that it would bother him. Even though it didn't, he really appreciated the sentiment. Slowly but surely he was beginning to trust you with her. He was getting comfortable leaving you two alone while he showered or ran errands. He even allowed you to start picking her up from the babysitters.

One night you invited them to come over for dinner and a movie. Eddie sat at the table with Rosie on his lap eating. You had made meatloaf with all the fixings. It was Eddie's favorite. He sat there talking to you and feeding mashed potatoes to Rosie. He had a thought of what this would be like if Tina would have stayed. Just a little happy family.

After dinner you put on the Labyrinth. Eddie loved that movie not only because it was pretty cool but because Rosie would always try to dance to the Magic Dance song. As the trailers played Rosie grabbed Eddie's hair pulling it.

" Oh princess. That hurts daddy."

He tried to get her to let go but she had a kung foo grip on him. He heard you laugh. He turned to look at you. You had gotten up and taken out your scrunchie. You went behind him.

" Tickle her." You said with a small giggle.

He did so and Rosie dropped his hair. You quickly and gently pulled his hair into a bun, tying it up for him.

" Thank you."

" No worries." You said sitting back down.

" I uhh will give it back later." He pointed at his bun

"No it's ok you keep it. You're gonna need it." You smiled at him and turned to the TV.

The movie was about half way through when Rosie fell asleep. You offered up your bed so he could lay her down. Eddie pulled out 2 baby monitors and went to lay her down. He surrounded her with pillows so that she would roll off. He set up the monitor and went back out to the living room.

After about 30 minutes you guys heard Rosie crying. Eddie was about to get up to get her when you asked if you could.

" Alright but if you try and run away with her. I will hunt you down."

"Pfff me? Run? Eww." You joked and went to try and put Rosie back to sleep .

He reached for the baby monitor and turned up the volume. He watched as you went into the room.

" Oh princess. It's ok. Did you have a bad dream?" You said picking her up and swaddling her. " It's ok sweet girl. How about I sing to you. Would you like that?"

Rosie was starting to simmer down a bit.

" I used to sing this to my baby."

Eddie sat there feeling so bad for you. This was the first you had mentioned your son. He stood up when he heard the sadness in your voice. Maybe it wasn't the best idea that you were with her. He didn't want to hurt you more. But then you started to sing, causing him to sit back down again. He knew the song well. His mom sang the same one to him.

"Moon river, wider than a mile. I'm crossing you in style some day

Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker. Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way

Two drifters, off to see the world. There's such a lot of world to see

We're after the same rainbow's end. Waitin' 'round the bend

My huckleberry friend. Moon river and me"

Eddie sang with you. His mom loved Audrey Hepburn. He could quote Breakfast at Tiffany's word for word. Though he would never tell anyone that. He heard you sniffle while you laid the sleeping Rosie down and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

You had left the room but you didn't come back right away. Eddie got up to see where you were. He heard you softly crying in the bathroom.

" Hey sweetheart are you ok?" He asked knocking gently.

" I'm ok Eddie. I'll be ok."

He stood there for a minute before you came out. Your eyes were blood shot and your nose was a little red. You tried to smile but it was a halfhearted attempt. Eddie didn't know what to say so he just hugged you. You tensed up for a moment but then wrapped your arms around his waist. You guys stood like that for a while before you pulled away.

You cleared your throat. " Let's go finish the movie."

...

@salenorona23 @b-irock @browneyes528 @mrsjaderogers

#fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson x female original character #eddie munson x you #stranger things #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie x reader #eddie my beloved #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x y/n #eddie x you #plus size reader #eddie x plus size reader

[ivanzplaid]

So a fun little thing about me is I want to learn how to do sfx makeup and like props for horror movies and stuff like that and this got me an idea. What about The Sinclair brothers (poly preferd), Billy Lenz, The Grabber and Candy man with an s/o who makes stuff like that. Like masks, fake wounds, etc. I saw you wanted more requests and I jumped

tysm!! love seeing ur requests smh, but this is so creative i love it, and ofc i can do poly sinclair brothers :) sfx makeup is much beyond my abilities and its so cool that you wanna learn how to do it, they would absolutely love this

requests are open, masterlist is up!

Slashers x Gn Reader!

Warnings: Fluff, Blood Description

------------------------------------------------------------

Sinclair Brothers

you were down in vincents room, all the boys were upstairs for the moment, dealing with some unexpected visitors brought in generously by lester

you were of course unsupervised, and whats better than making your own entertainment? remembering vincents mask, you toyed with the idea of how moldable wax was, and that led you to making your own creations with wax while you awaited on someone to come in

upon seeing you, lester is in awe, a dramatic gasp from him with his goody smile, eyebrows raised and hes just so shocked how clever you are

"Little possum here is just too damn smart!"

praises you a lot because he thinks its all so cool to find out your hidden hobbies

when vincent sees you, hes looking over you quietly, admiring how you two may share some common interests, hes always wanted to do more with you so this is the perfect opening

teach him how to smooth his mask and add details? maybe just for the date time but adding little swirls or patterns, molding shapes that appear like horns to the top of his mask, or a proper fitting nose area? he thinks this time is intimate and loves it, of course this may come later in the relationship but nonetheless he desires it

'My mask can be easily molded back, why not have fun?'

signs to you more when you do things like this, feels its easier to talk and loosen up

he will have you down here more often, you can watch him work and talk about sfx application, or if youre comfortable enough, help him apply wax to the figures? if youre talented with sfx, why not that?

when bo lays his eyes on what youve done, hes slightly freaked out, a quick "jesus!" leaves his mouth before he can process what you did, its just shock

"Darlin' what the fuck is that!"

after sitting down with you and having you explain to him just what it is and what its purpose is, he grunts and fives you s little nod while grasping your forearm, observing the foe wound

he brushes a finger over it and observes how real it looks

"Think you could, y'know, gimme a lesson?"

he tries to be subtle that he likes it, remaining his charm on the outside, but he really does want to know more about how & what its made of

lester will practically beg you to teach him, maybe vincent will help you and him with forming it!

bo takes no part besides getting to sfx wounds, he thinks the intricacies will help him in the future, and will do 50/50; you putting the sfx on him while he smiles down at you doing it, and the other part is him concentrating so thoroughly on it that he either perfects it or gets frustrated because you make it look easy, vincents caught on already and lester is happy even if his wound looks more like a kindergartner put glue on his hand

they all take interest in it for their own little reasons, but they all think its cool, and useful, and may ask you for help more often, maybe on them, maybe on the wax figures, either way theyre happy to know more about you!

//

The Grabber

you had scarce things in the basement, however, over time you became trusted, and were eventually allowed to have more and more things, including hobbies

youve had this as your hobby before you were stranded, and thought a light hearted prank wouldnt hurt Al, he needs to loosen up anyways

the moment you requested all needed materials, he gave you a look, and thoughts ran through his head as to what you could possibly want

even when he said yes, got the materials and drove back to give them to you hes skeptical, maybe this is the test he needs to see your loyalty, why not leave you for a few hours to see how far you can go

eventually when he did go back down, he sees you laying on the mattress, and what appears like blood staining your ankle, a large cut surfacing

shit

he strides over to you, shaking you and inspecting you, speaking your name in concerned shushed tones

caressing your cheek, until he sees a small smile appear on your face, leaving him a heavy breathing mess, letting out a sigh before pulling your ankle to him, putting his thumb over it

once you explain it to him, hes invested, asking auestions left and right, seeing the material and how blended it is, he wants to know how you can manipulate sfx like that to make it so genuine

his intents are hard to tell, you cant tell if hes going to use it against you, or against somebody else, but you dont wanna know

he uses this as an excuse to spend more time together, this is an intricate hobby that requires precision & guidance, and he wants your help more than you know

"Jesus, what do I do after this?"

he likes to have you physically guide him, your hands taking his as you help him, of course hes not paying attention, hes entranced in your feel

hes so happy to learn more about you, so when hes not using your hobbies to get more time out of you, hes generally happy to try something, no guarantee hes good, but its worth a shot

if you mimick his masks hes overjoyed, he loves the way you look when you observe him so hard to perfect it

in the end, he is fascinated with everything about you, and this just adds fuel to the fire, he wants to know more of you & get more experience with you, afterall, most everything he does is for you

"Oh! Don't you look sweet in my image, hm?"

//

Candyman

he is the best one by far

so you were messing around in your bathroom, holding up a prop to see if the coloring was even all throughout

candyman had been gone for sometime, leaving you with a kiss on the hand before parting, saying he'd be back soon enough, so you were at your house, waiting for him to come to you

with that, your eyes saw something tall appear in the mirror behind you, and an outstretch arm massaged your shoulder kindly

"My darling, what do we have here?"

he puts his head on your shoulder and lets you ramble on about it, observing your prop, and eventually taking it from you to see the detail, he thinks the dedication is charming and hes proud of you, saying how time consuming it mustve been and how it takes a certain eye to be this thorough

after figuring this out about you, hes intrigued, maybe having you show him more of what you can do & letting you experiment with things on him, experimenting is the best way to gain experience and hes all for it

if youd like, he'll help you improve it, maybe suggestions or kind questions, but thats only if you want it, hes respectful either way

if you suggest a night where he tries it, hes not goin to say no, theres no point in not doing something just for fun, so he'll smile and nod, kissing your forehead

overall this man is supportive and caring, checking in frequently to see updates or improvement, and will steal supplies if you run out, hes never against supporting your hobbies, he loves to see your smile and quality time

"A date with blood, how thrilling,"

//

Billy Lenz

unlike most others, hes going to sneak up on you when you werent planning to tell him about it, hes creeping around the attic and sees you hunched over something, silently working and concentrating

he creeps up behind you and just stares intently at what your doing, unbeknownst to you

that is until he sits himself down next to you and moves his head sporadically around your hand, seeing a wound and freaking out

he grips your hand and breaths heavily, asking who did this and if his pretty piggy is alright

does not let you speak, and will take his shirt to wipe the blood away

not until he realizes that when the whole wound is gone, and hes silent and still in shock that he shouldve let you talk

"Is Pretty Piggy ok? Why was Billy's Pretty Piggy hurt!"

he means well, but will then bombsrd you with questions about how that happen and what did he do, he needs a short clarification to ease him

once you settle him & tell him what happened, his interests are piqued, how can you make it look so good? what does it feel like? what else can you do? can you do that on him? can he try?

hes all for it, having something to stimulate his hands and mold, while making art is right up his ally, hes shaking with excitement when you say he can try

messy, very messy

whatever he makes hes thrilled, spending time with you and making things? hes in heaven

will continually bring it up so you two can work, and if you ever so run iut of supplies he will see if he can steal from the house and its holders, anything to keep the fun going

he will steal your supplies and make his own things, being more than thrilled to display it for you and awaits for your obviously happy feedback because, just look at how great he did

overall he is just as excited and into it now as you are, he wants you to do it more often because its now practically his hobby, making masks to scare you or experimenting with fake wounds has him jumping for joy

------------------------------------------------------------

this is the one where i got to finishing candyman last night snd was tanked so i finished it today😭 but thank you sm man i loved this request and i hope you like the outcome🙏

requests are open, masterlist is up!

#billy lenz x you #billy lenz x reader #billy lenz #black christmas 1974 #black christmas #candyman 1992 #candyman #slashers #slasher #slasher x you #slasher x reader #x slasher #sinclair brothers #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x you #vincent sinclair x you #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #house of wax x reader #house of wax #the grabber #black phone #the grabber x reader #the grabber x you #queer

[crazyk-imagine]

Being Steve's Childhood Friend Headcanon

A/N: This was just something fun to write and I could not get it out of my head

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

- You've known Steve for too damn long, or at least that's what you tell Danny when you first meet him

- Danny is interested in you, everyone can tell

- You don’t want to admit it but you also find yourself drawn to him

- Also, admitting it would make it real (and you don’t want to lose the bet)

- You’ve got big bucks coming your way if Danny asks you out first (which you’re of course thinking of putting towards your future date or a new tie. He seems like he’d like another)

- You try to be a people person but that doesn’t mean they always like you

- Speaking of, when you met his kids, they loved you and thought you were super cool like their aunt Kono (only cooler, to which she agrees on)

- Grace loves you (she tells you all the time, trying to help her dad out)

- So does Charlie (when he's born)

- They really like you because you protect their dad and make sure he comes home in one piece and same with uncle Steve

- Danny didn’t know but during one of your cases, the bad guy was aiming for him and would have gotten to him had you not been there to pull out some moves

- Grace only knew when you tried to hide your injury later while everyone was celebrating at Steve’s

“Are you okay? Do I need to have uncle Steve call an-”

You shake your head, “Nope. I got it.”

She shakes her head, “I don’t think you do. You’re bleeding.”

You glance at your stomach, “maybe I need medical attention.”

She nods and runs into the kitchen, looking for her dad.

“Wait- Grace, no.”

Her, Danny, and Steve run into the living room of Steve’s home and the detective catches you before you could fall face first onto the floor

That was the day when Danny started to look at you in a different light and started to pursue you

To which, your longest and childhood friend did not like… at all

“You’re not dating him.”

You roll your eyes. “I can date whoever I want.”

“Anyone but Danny.”

“Wouldn’t you rather I date someone who isn’t like every other guy I dated?”  

Steve furrows his brows. “What- what about that one guy you dated back in high school?”

You shrug, “dead.”

He stares at you as if you’ve lost your mind, “I’m sorry? He’s dead?”

You wave him off, “Danny’s the better choice.”

“No.”

You spin around, keeping one hand on the door. “I’m going out with him and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

Steve doesn’t want to acknowledge the fact that you’re dating his best friend but when he sees how you two are

He stops making nit picking comments to joking about your guys future

You two laugh along with him before you shut him down with a sarcastic remark

And of course, Danny adds onto it

Another reason why Steve didn’t want you two to get together… the sarcasm is too much

Working together has its pros and cons

You and Danny didn’t realize how much it would affect you two until a bad case came up after you started dating

It was worse than the time when you quite literally took one for him

You were being held hostage with Kono and Jerry (who kept annoying the head honcho with his questions)

It was a few hours until they found you three

It wasn’t until Danny punched the day lights out of one the bad guys till he saw your face again

He’s never told you but he nearly collapsed at the sight of you looking all banged up, clearly taking the worst of it

About two months had passed by before he decides to pull back from you, feeling it was his fault you got hurt in the first place

Steve became more protective and kept a closer eye on you (Chin doing the same with Kono)

No one needed to worry about Jerry because he kept showing up

You knew what the detective was doing, you’ve done the same thing

Another reason why it took you so long to come back home

You can’t take it anymore and confront him

You close the door to his office and sit down at the chair across from him.

He raises a brow, “hello to you too.”

“Cut the bull, you think it’s your fault, don’t you?”

“Can we rewind to when you gave me a little background information?”

You push yourself in the seat, resting your elbows on your knees as your butt rests at the edge of the seat, “no because you know exactly what I mean.”

“Do I?”

“I miss you.”

“I’m here.”

“You’re not,” your fingers run through your, usually, neat hair; messing it up. “We haven’t been the same since the case and don’t pretend like-”

He nods, “you’re right. That’s on me. I mean,” he sighs, suddenly feeling uncomfortable talking about his feelings. “It was because I was scared before but then I realized what I was doing and it felt like it was too late to change something and now, we’re here.”

“Can we at least make an effort for some kind of familiarity? I mean, its been months since we actually talked for more than three minutes.”

“How about we ditch our favorite person and go out?”

“Please tell me were not going on a break to Komokona’s shrimp truck.”

He smiles and fixes your hair before pecking your lips. “No, I’m taking you somewhere nice. Somewhere a beautiful and amazing person like yourself deserves.”

You gasp and accept his help. “You mean your bed?!”

A faux chuckle escapes him, “very funny.”

“I try.”

Steve was speechless when you two quiet literally said you’re ditching and wouldn’t be back for a bit

You two enjoyed yourselves

You managed to hold off responding to your friends many, many messages which annoyed the both of you

After that it was good, you two had never been closer or had better relationships than now

Danny still doesn’t know how he got you to agree to go out with him but he’s happy and you make him feel like the luckiest guy ever

You feel the same and consider yourself lucky to be apart of Williams family and your work family

You’re happy you decided to come back and stay where you grew up

Steve still can’t handle when you two gang up on him for anything and everything

The sarcasm is off the charts

#hawaii five 0 #hawaii five 0 fanfic #hawaii five 0 fanfiction #hawaii five 0 headcanon #danny williams #danny williams x reader #danny williams fanfiction #danny williams fanfic #danny williams x you #crazyk-imagine

[mrvlbimbo]

Incentive

Pt 1

A real fic?!? A real long form fic from tumblr user mrvlbimbo!!!!???? Did we ever think we’d see the day?

More parts coming btw y’all will get ur happily ever after

Eddie munson was on a mission. It was an impossible mission but one might praise him for his determination.

About halfway though his senior year this girl had caught his eye. He didn’t usually have crushes like this but he fell hard.

Despite her seemingly being a senior they didn’t have any classes together which confused him. He had asked around and gotten vague answers. But then again he had only asked the freshmen in his dnd group who knew even less than him.

He was stumped, thinking maybe she was just a figment of his imagination. Or an angel fell to earth that only he could see.

He was wrong on both counts. He soon learned she was actually the assistant coach of the women‘s tennis team at Hawkins.

Eddie didn’t know a damn thing about tennis. But god forbid he miss a game and miss a chance to see her.

She had of course noticed and promptly questioned him. “Hey! Eddie,” she had shouted after him as he left to get in his car after the match.

“Uh… yeah.” He had been dreaming about talking to her for months and now that he had the chance his mouth was dry and his head was spinning.

“Eddie Munson, right?” Her eyebrows were raised slightly and her hands were on her hips, he felt like he was in trouble for some reason.

“Uh, yes. Yes ma’am.” He cringed at that, she probably already thought of him as just a Highschool kid and now he had dug his own grave by calling her ma’am.

When he looked at her it seemed like she couldn’t be older than her early 20s, her face still round and childlike and devoid of worry lines and wrinkles.

“Listen up, Munson. You seem like a good kid but if you’ve got your eyes on one of my girls let me just tell you now it’s not going to happen.”

“Oh I didn’t-“ he tried to correct but she cut him off.

“None of them can date until we win this championship so don’t bother.” She shook her head, stern but understanding look in her eyes as she addressed him.

“What about you…” he asked hesitantly, figuring he had already embarrassed himself plenty why not add a little fuel to the fire.

“What about me?” She replied, cocking her head in confusion.

“Do you uh… date.” His cheeks were a deep red. He hoped that the dim light of the parking lot hid his obvious blush.

“Occasionally.” And with that she was off, walking to her own car and leaving him there awkwardly fiddling with the rings on his fingers.

Another man, maybe one with more dignity, would have given up after her lukewarm rejection but Eddie Munson was not that man.

Maybe he was a bit of a masochist to keep trying and keep getting turned down but in his defense he really liked her.

And it’s not like she ever told him to leave her alone. Atleast not in so many words. But he never did technically ask her out, not in so many words.

His strategy usually was to “accidentally” bump into her after tennis practice and ask if she wanted to go to the hideout with him and get a couple beers.

Her response usually was “are you sure you’re old enough to drink?”

His response was always “yes ma’am, I’m 19. Almost 20 actually. Drinking age is 18.”

“Well I don’t want to keep you from your homework. Seeing as you’re a bit old for Highschool.” She would always reply with something along the lines of that, just coy enough to keep him interested.

But she did humor him a bit, letting him tag along as she set up for practice and stay afterwords to help her clean up. There was always a tense flirty dynamic between the two of them and as much as she hated to admit it she did enjoy the days when he came to see her.

Today was one of those days.

He swore he would try to stay away for longer (since last time he had tripped over a tennis ball and fell on his ass, utterly embarrassing himself infront of her) but when he walked past the courts and saw her bent over a basket of equipment he couldn’t help himself.

He made his way over to her quietly, only alerting her to his presence with his hand on her hip. With his other hand, he easily reached to the bottom of the basket and grabbed what she was reaching for. “For you, my love,” he cooed, stepping back to hand her the racket.

She shivered at the residual feeling of his firm hand on her side. If there was one good thing to be said about him it would be his confidence. It was slowly chipping away at her resistance, not that there was much to begin with.

She really did like him, half ready to jump his bones that first night when she confronted him in the parking lot.

The thing that stopped her was how childish he seemed, for gods sake the boy was 19 and still in Highschool. She wasn’t much older (she was 21) but somehow his awkward stammering made her hesitant to try anything.

His admittedly cute and shy demeanor changed quickly the more time she spent with him, growing more confident when he started to get the idea she might like him back.

Sneaking little touches, calling her pet names. And asking her out more and more explicitly so she was forced to either turn him down or finally give in.

“Munson, to what do I owe the pleasure?” She rolled her eyes, snatching the racket out of his hands and walking to the other side of the court.

He followed behind her, hand on the small of her back. “Nothing important, I’m happy to pleasure you anytime ma’am,” he teased, fingers curling against the line of her waist.

“Calling me ma’am is not helping your case,” she stated plainly, turning to face him so she was eye level with his chest.

“And what exactly is my case?” He prompted, finger under her chin tipping her head up as he tilted his down to look at her.

“You’re going to ask me on a date.” her own confidence started to disappear when he looked at her like that, cocky yet desperate.

“Oh well if you insist, I suppose I have to.” His thumb rested on her cheek, stroking the warm skin softly and making her breath hitch.

“Munson-“ she started.

“Here goes nothing. Will you, do me the honor of going to the hideout with me as a date and watch my band perform?” He emphasized the as a date part in case there was any doubt in her mind.

“No.” She stepped back, trying to regain her composure which would be far easier if he wasn’t touching her so softly and sweetly.

“Whaaaaat? I thought that was a good one,” he whined, pouting down at her as she kept a somewhat passive expression.

“Eddie…I-“

“Ooooh first name basis already, babe you’re making me blush,” he interrupted, distracting from the cold rejection with humor.

She stepped forward, hands coming up to rest on his chest. “I don’t think it’s a good idea,” she gasped out when his hands fell to her waist gently.

“Cmon I know you like me. We can’t be more than 3 or 4 years apart. Gimme a chance please I’ve been dreaming about you since the first time I saw you.” He was pleading now, his voice pitching slightly. She couldn’t help but think it was cute.

“I don’t date students.” She shook her head, looking down at her feet so he couldn’t see she was lacking conviction.

“What if I say pretty please? And what if I tell you I’d treat you better than any guy before me?” Her heart (among other things) jumped at that. It was one hell of a promise but he seemed very determined.

She rolled her eyes, unable to contain the small smile on her face. “Ok. Here’s the deal. You graduate and I’ll go on a date with you.”

He nodded frantically, grabbing her outstretched hand and shaking it enthusiastically. She couldn’t help but giggle, her eyes widened when he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her lips.

“For luck,” he explained, blushing red all the way to the tips of his ears.

“For luck,” she repeated, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him back down to kiss her again. This time it was a full on kiss, the kind that left him dizzy and made him forget all his thoughts.

Their lips slowly parted and she started to walk away. He still stood stiff as a board in the place she left him. “Get off my court, Munson,” she barked, patting him less than softly on the ass and jogging over to some discarded tennis balls.

“See you in three months,” he yelped as she casually threw one of the balls his way, trying to give him a signal to leave before the team showed up.

“Oh I’m counting on it,” she purred, giving him a seductive wink.

#eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fluff #stranger things smut #eddie munson smut

[folklorebae]

𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐀𝐬 𝐋𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭'𝐬 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

Cast(s): GN!Reader ft. Sakusa, Oikawa, Hinata, and Kita

A/n: Decided to make part 2. Cuz, why not?

• "𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮." - 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚

Your eyes were busy watching your boyfriend, Sakusa, who's standing there listening to what his coach was saying since he just asked the referee for time out. Until a teen girl beside you lets out a small sigh, makes you glance at her.

"Isn't he the hottest man alive?" She asks you as she places her palms under her chin.

You raise your brow and take a quick glance at the team before looking back at her. "Who? Miya? He has a twin tho, you can date his twin if you can't get him." You joke.

She shakes her head. "No, I mean yes he's hot. But, have you seen Sakusa? I want him to be my boyfriend."

Oh

Finally you understand Doja when she sings "and it's hard to keep my cool, when other bitches tryna get with my dude." Well, it's not the girl's fault after all, since you and Sakusa just started dating three months ago and haven't announced it to the public.

Not receiving any answer from you, the girl finally looks at you for the first time, since she never takes her eyes off from the black-haired man. "Bro, don't tell me you don't know which Sakusa is."

You blink. "Huh? No, of course I know him."

"Everyone loves him, you know? Like damn, he looks so charismatic for no reason." She huffs, hearing your giggle. "I mean my best friend likes him too, I'm glad they're sick now so I have a chance to take a pic with him and maybe ask him to go on a date with me."

"You like him so much, huh? He has millions of followers on instagram, good luck with that."

"You seem to have no interest in him." She comments then adds. "Which one is your favorite then?"

"I– um… Bokuto? Yeah, Bokuto. He's my friend since high school actually." You say and make her jaw drop.

"For real? So when you say you know Sakusa that means you really know him?"

You slightly nod and awkwardly smile at her. "Yeah, you could say that."

"You should introduce me to him then." She half jokes before the game starts again.

Twenty minutes later, the game is over. As you already expected, MSBY comes as the winner which makes you proud of him and his teammates. 

"I'm gonna take a pic with him." The girl says to herself before running away from the bleacher area along with other fans.

Waiting for your boyfriend in front of the exit door, you watch him struggling to get away from the fans and interviewers. 

Once Sakusa's eyes meet yours, he quickly walks towards you, still ignoring the crowds who call his name. As you are about to open your mouth to congratulate him, he pulls down his mask to his chin and gives you a soft kiss on the lips.

"C'mon let's get out of here." He says, tightly grabbing your hand.

Looking back at the crowds behind you, you see the girl's jaw drop for the second time.

• "𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧." -𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

"Marry a man in a suit and you'll be happy." They say.

"Don't date a foreigner." They say.

"Home is where the heart is." They say.

And you did trust what they or people who you called family said. They always dictate you and you never complain because you think they know what's best for you and your future. Until one day, a business trip to Buenos Aires made you change your mind. 

You realized your family was wrong, their "advice" wasn't made for you. It's cliché, but you could say, you met the man of your dreams a.k.a the man of your family's nightmare.

It's been three years since you left home and this morning, your family begged you to come back.

You rest your head on his shoulder and he automatically brings his hand to play with your hair as you two are lying on the couch. "Is it okay if I don't want to come back?"

He looks down to you, giving you a soft smile. "Of course, it's okay. You're an adult, Baby. Do whatever you want and I will always be by your side."

You chuckle at his words and make Oikawa raise his brow. "What's funny?"

Shaking your head, you wrap your arms around him. "You are the man that my parents always warn me about."

"Excuse me?" He pretends to be offended but still laugh at the end.

"It's a compliment, chill." You assure before giving him a quick peck on the lips.

• "𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝" - 𝐇𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚

Hinata Shoyo is everything, sweet like candy, but he's such a man. He pulls your chair and helps you in, he compliments your outfit, and he even listens to your favorite song. Sometimes you wonder if he realizes how nice he is to you. Your ex, on the other hand, only could say that your joke isn't funny or your favorite song isn't catchy. That's why your bad past with your ex makes you scared to open yourself more to him at first.

"Oh please… tell me the joke." He begs.

You chuckle, shaking your head. "Nevermind, it's not funny."

"Please… I just know it'll be funny."

"Okay, okay." You nod. "Where does the sheep go to get a haircut?"

"Hmm..." Hinata closes his eyes for a few seconds, trying to think. "On a farm?"

You shake your head, gaining a sigh from the orange-haired man. "So, what's the answer?"

You laugh to yourself before you answer the question. "I swear Sho, this joke isn't fun–"

"Stop saying that!" He cuts your words.

"The baa baa shop."

There's a second of silence before Hinata finally throws his head back, laughing like a kid. His reaction at your stupid joke make you shock -in a good way- but then you feel your cheeks getting warm in embarassment because everyone starts to look at you two.

"Sho..." You lightly kick his leg under the table, reminding him that both of you are in a public place.

He quickly stops laughing and wipes the tears from his eyes. A smile never fades from his face. "I'm sorry, it was the silliest joke I've ever heard."

In the end, your ex is nothing compared to Hinata Shoyo. He appreciates and loves you in a way that your ex never could.

• "𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬." - 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐚

If you got a penny for everytime your friends say something nice about your boyfriend, no doubt, you'd be richer than Elon Musk.

It's not like Kita cares about your friends' comments though, since he always gets compliments from everyone. Nothing special about it, unless he gets that compliment from you.

"Shin? Where do you wanna take me?" You ask him. It's been five minutes since your eyes are closed with his palms as he guides you somewhere.

"C'mon, five more steps and we'll be there." He replies and starts to count every step. Then his palms slowly no longer cover your eyes and place them on your shoulder.

After blinking a few times, you look at the view in front of you and the place you're both in. It's the centennial park where you both meet for the first time.

"I hope you like it." Referring to the blanket that perfectly lays on the grass with your favorite foods and a bouquet of flowers on top of it.

"Shin…" You whimper, turning your body fully to give him the warmest hug you could ever give. "Thank you, I'm so speechless right now."

Returning the hug, he whispers in your ear. "I love you. I love you. I love you."

And just like that, salt tears well from deep inside and course down your cheeks. If both of you didn't hold each other, you're pretty sure that your knees would fall to the ground right now.

"I know you've been stressed out lately, Darling. I could see your exhaustion. It's okay, I'm here for you. I promise today is all about you, I'm so proud of you and gonna take care of you."

"I love you, Shin. You are the best thing, that's ever been mine."

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu headcanons #hq x reader #hq x you #hq x y/n #hq x gn!reader #hq headcanons #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #sakusa x reader #oikawa x reader #hinata x reader #kita x reader

[sheepcalledbas]

Ok so I wrote something that's too short to go on Ao3 so I'm putting it here. It's not Byler but it's Max Mayfield getting the real big brother she deserves in Steve Harrington with a sliver of Lumax. Hope y'all enjoy!!

"My what?"

It's a testament to how far downhill his life has gone in the last few weeks that Steve Harrington doesn't even question the presence of Max Mayfield sitting on the front of his car as he exits Melvalds. She lazes easily over the hood, her trademark skateboard trapped under her scuffed shoes and she scowls at him as if *he's* the weird one. He doesn't even blink.

After nearly dying underground nearly two months back, Steve has spent more time with the band of brats known previously as his (ex) girlfriend's little brother's friends than his own parents. But that's really not saying something. Dustin Henderson, who'd stuck to Steve from day one like an overaffectionate leech, fondly claimed it was a mutual adoption while Steve privately thought of it as voluntary kidnapping.

So Steve isn't startled by Mayfield's overall appearance as he is by the fact that she's alone. And apparently in need of borrowing his kitchen.

"Why?"

Mayfield glares at him with a level of disdain that only thirteen year olds can manage. It nearly chills Steve to his bones but stops somewhere around his muscles instead.

"You don't need to know," she snipes.

God, Steve would like to think that he wasn't nearly this bad as a thirteen year old but he had been a foot shorter than he was currently and had an ego twice the size of his hair. Yeah, he was probably worse. He doesn't say any of this to Mayfield but rather raises an eyebrow and snorts, "It's my house, of course I need to know."

She's silent for a moment before she ducks her head and mumbles something so quietly Steve could mistake it for the wind.

"Excuse me?"

"I said it's for a date with Lucas," she repeats, cheeks burning redder than her hair. "I need a kitchen because he likes to bake and I can't use my own for obvious reasons and I don't want to use his because I want to do something for him for once and Dustin said your parents are never home so you were the solution."

She speaks like somebody's going to cut her head off if she doesn't finish within thirty seconds and Steve is left reeling, his brain slowly absorbing the words she's said.

He's silent for too long though because Mayfield immediately begins backpedalling as her walls rocket up.

"Never mind, it's a stupid idea. I'll just take him skateboarding like I usually do. It's fine." She hops off his car and swivels her board upright.

"Hey, hey, hey."

Steve scrambles to stop her, gently pulling on her sweater before she's halfway down the street.

"Of course you can use my kitchen," he says before he can really think about it. "What are you guys baking?"

"Brownies," she mutters, a smile creeping back onto her face like a frightened animal. "They're his favourite."

Her hesitancy makes Steve's heart ache. Not for the first time and not even for the hundredth this year, Steve hates Billy Hargrove.

"Well then, it's a good thing you're using my kitchen. Best damn one in the country!"

She raises her eyebrow and Steve knows snarky, fiery Max Mayfield is back. He grins back at her.

"Do you have all the ingredients?"

She suddenly looks shifty and the little voice at the back of Steve's head that makes most of his bad decisions raises it's head.

"About that... can I borrow your wallet too?"

Steve stares at Mayfield, a tiny firecracker in both appearance and personality, with her taped up board and freckled face and he sighs. Maybe the bad decisions were the best ones long term.

"You're twisting my arm here, Mayfield, you know that?" he says as he pulls out a crisp ten from his pocket and makes his way to the driving seat. "Well? Aren't you coming? The grocery store is on the other side of town and we're losing daylight!"

Mayfield blinks and then she's smiling too and shoving her skateboard into his trunk and Steve feels a bit better about the whole kidnapping thing.

#stranger things #lumax #stranger things post season 2 #stranger things season 2 #steve harrington #steve harrington older brother #max mayfield #max mayfield deserves better #lucas sinclair #byler #its not a byler story but you guys are sweet so here you go #lumax fic #steve harrington and max mayfield fic #NOT ROMANTIC #anti billy hargrove #if you support him fuck off pls

[confluence-and-drift]

Ugh, so I've had a rather rough week mental health-wise, especially last night, just today I've spent the evening groggy with occasional bouts of vertigo, weirdly sweaty despite it being 17°C in the room and trouble stringing two thoughts together (a few minutes ago I forgot Kayoko BA's name, despite how I love Kayoko BA)...and that was what made me think "Hey wait, this isn't normal, wtf is wrong with me".

I better not be coming down with a fever.. I realise it's about 10ish so I should take my meds and....I hadn't taken yesterday's....O.O

Fuck. THAT is why I'm like this.

I've taken them now but I'm glad I'm not coming down with an illness. My immune system is kind of shit so it wasn't impossible, but a major symptom of me not taking my meds is "confusion", "sweating" and "vertigo". Yeah. Of course, I didn't realise due to that first one, but damn. Just waiting for it to kick in and my head to clear.

*sigh*, so why was I so out of it that I forgot to take my meds? Well, you see, today is Eid, and I'm meant to be around at my parents' as the brother I don't get along with wasn't there and they invited me. Just yesterday I had an argument with not just my Dad, which isn't too uncommon as he thinks being passive aggressive is a method of conflict avoidance and I think being passive aggressive is conflict escalation (maybe it's just the autism, but to me, not only am I being insulted to my face, but they're not even respecting me enough, nor being honourable (for lack of a better word) enough to say it to my face outright) and that often leads to conflict since my father can be exceptionally petty sometimes and has been raised in a culture where getting to his age automatically entitles you to unconditional respect whilst he's got to deal with a son who expresses respect only where it's due, though despite what he might think, I do respect him. I just also think he's a petty fool sometimes. If that sounds harsh, trust me, he thinks worse about me. To start with, he doesn't think mental illness or autism are real, and that I'm just conning the government into giving me money when I should be toiling all day whilst neglecting a family I have out of duty and expectation, like him at my age. On top of that, he thinks he's being a saint for talking civilly to me as he does, despite the occasional passive aggressive jibe, and doesn't appreciate it when I'm not full of gratitude for this.

But yeah...I doubt me not being there is too much of an issue, it's not like I would even have been invited if the More Respectable In Their Eyes child was going to show up (you know, the one that's an ableist social darwinist cunt that I don't get along with). Despite that, I do feel guilty that I've ruined a holiday that, whilst it doesn't really mean much to me, I mostly ignore it every year, I guess by nature I'm not someone who enjoys making other people upset. *sigh*

Ah well. Tomorrow I'm heading into Glasgow to meet up with a good friend of mine who's rarely in this part of the country, which was the main reason why I really really didn't want to be coming down with a fever. That at least gives me something to be looking forward to. For now I guess, going to check out today's anime and see if there's any new ones from this season that look good. New konosuba, for the lowbrow humour, new Date a Live, which is a series I first started watching after a massively tumultous period of my life so it's got a place in my heart , and I dunno, maybe one of the new ones will be good.

Anyways, if you're reading this, I hope you're doing well.

#personal #text post