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curseddollfaye · 3 months

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toxic baby daddy toji! x reader headcanon ( continued , click here to read the first one)

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- toxic baby daddy toji! who will make sure to leave evidence that he’s been in your room before he leaves. Either that be a shirt or a pair of boxers in your hamper

- and when you confront him about it he acts like he has no clue what you’re talking about…typical

- “Why would I do that hmm? You think m’sum kinda psycho?” His stupid lazy grin doesn’t escape his lips as he scratches his bare chest.

- “I actually think you are, move Toji” you roll your eyes at his antics. His shirt hanging off of your fingers which you had found (very discreetly might you add ) in your panties drawer. Somehow though a smile tugs at your lips.

- toxic baby daddy toji! who looks at you in pure shock and bewilderment when he’s at your place one night. His hands had been roaming all over the underside of your silk little excuse for a nightgown you had on. Soft perky tits being palmed by his big rough hands.

- “Fuck you just say t’ me sweetheart?” The talk man looked at you. His lip twitched in annoyance. How dare you deny him cumming inside his pussy?

- You wave the condom in his face. He looked so damn good, his lips were puffed up. Chest littered with your own makes you put on him. “I’m serious Toji. I’m not getting pregnant”

- he grabbed the square foil and looked at you.

- then he had the audacity to toss it behind his shoulder. Grabbing your legs and tugging them upwards, tossing you back on the bed with a yelp.

- “Tch….this pussy belongs to me baby. If I don’t fill it up just how you need, who will?”

- You said fuck the condoms after that. making that birth control appointment the very next day.

- toxic baby daddy toji! who still sends flowers to your job randomly just so your co workers know who you belong to still

- “Um (Y/N)? There’s another bouquet for you down stairs” Your make co worker had uttered to you in annoyance. The man had been trying for weeks to ask you out.

- You took the bouquet from him offering him an awkward smile…before you shuffled away to the empty break room to call the culprit of your third set of orchids and peonies

- “Hi babe” He was quick to answer you.

- bastard

- “I think Kenji gets the message you’re trying to send” You will never tell him that it made you blush like a school girl whenever your work friends squealed whenever he sent you random gifts. it didn’t help that they thought your baby daddy was a walking sex god.

- You loved knowing that regardless you had his baby, and she was adorable

- You hear his voice drop and seriousness over takes his voice

-You could practically see the creases of his eyebrows as he frowned

- “Good, because it wasn’t a message doll. It was a warning”

- “Funny, I don’t see a ring on my finger or a man’s last name on my ID” with that you quickly hung up and turned off your phone just to fuck with him

- serves him right

- toxic baby daddy toji! who is such a good dad. he’s an amazing dad to Megumi. Spoils the little boy rotten because Toji thinks KNOWS his son deserves it. Of course his little girl too!

- Your two year old little girl Rin is a perfect mix of the both of you

- She takes after him in a lot of ways

- And Toji couldn’t be prouder. His chest puffs up with pride whenever he talks about his kids

- “Yeah, the teacher called us the other day to tell us how amazing of a student Megumi is” Toji brags to his business associates. Leaning up against the bar, his suit undone and a pink tinge to his cheeks from all the scotch he had been drinking. Celebrating another business venture of his. More money, more respect in his industry, more of a reason to make you even prouder of him.

- because it mattered to him most.

- “Says he’s gonna be going up to higher level classes than the rest of his classmates. Smart kid , just like his old man” He clinks his glass to his associate with a smirk.

- toxic baby daddy toji! that you still wake up the next morning after he fucked you into the bed all night to cook breakfast for.

- A slap lands on your ass as you reach over to grab your panties to slip them on. they had been carelessly thrown at the edge of the bed, you were truly shocked to find that they weren’t even ripped

- by the way he had gone feral over your new lingerie you would have assumed the poor fabric was torn

- “What do you want to eat?” You asked softly after slipping your robe in. Toji yawned and moved his hair out of his face. His eyes lazy and still sleepy

- “Mmmm, whatever you want to make me mama”

- “Ok, I’ll get the Keurig started. Went to the grocery store yesterday before you came over and got the coffee pods you like so much” You rub his chest softly, as he presses faint kisses on your jaw and shoulder

- “Always taking care of me n the kids sweetheart, thank you” He mumbles against your neck, his breath fanning against your pulse making you get goosebumps on your skin

- …everything felt right for just a moment.

- “Papa! I’s awake!” You hear your daughter yell from her room. Waiting for him to come get her

- and you hear an annoyed mumbled soon after from Megumi who was trying to bask in his weekend and no school

- You giggled softly “I’ll go get Gumi”

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matrixbearer2024 · 2 months

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Idea for your "get off my screen" series! So what if the reader is like visiting someone/housesitting for someone and they have a radio that reader is listening to because she loves it, and they (of course) bring their phone and laptop to stay talking to vox, and when they connect him to the TV in the living room and the first thing he sees is the radio and he's like "get that thing the fuck away from you" and the readers like "um, no? I love it. I was thinking about getting one for my room" and he's like "absolutely not"

Get That Shit Off My Screen!

A/N: Oh this is fucking golden, I absolutely need to write this to displace the absolute angsty unit of an interlude I wrote hahahaha- I'll be finishing the requested interludes before I continue with the story. I ended up posting the continuation so y'all could already get down to brainstorming and scheming on lore ideas XD

A/N: Vox is kind of a pissy little rat here and we just annoy him a bunch more too lololol Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy the story and as always- Happy Reading!

You have seriously got to stop accepting favors from friends.

Because that was how you found yourself walking down the sidewalk on the way to go housesitting.

Just a week ago you'd had to impromptu take care of a little puppy.

And consequently placate a certain jealous TV demon-

And now you were asked to carry another favor as well.

Well, more like that friend practically begged you to accept.

You slightly readjusted the backpack you wore, it wasn't as light as hoped when you left your home.

Which, makes sense all things considered.

After all, it had your devices in there along with the necessities.

If you had to end up bored today you were going to rope in a certain annoying overlord just to avoid it.

Fumbling with the keys a bit, you opened the door to the house and entered before locking it behind you.

A habit you'd grown up with after your parents constantly reminded you to do so.

The home was... pretty big, especially compared to the place you were currently living in.

Tossing your bag onto the living room couch, you explored the rest of the home for a bit before returning.

"Gonna be housesitting today, mind if I connect you to the TV?"

When he simply replied with a thumbs up emoji, you figured he wasn't doing anything and just connected your laptop to the living room television again.

He didn't appear right away though, so you decided to look around the home once more.

It was filled with a lot of old stuff, reminiscent of a time gone by.

Which, kind of makes sense since it was the house of your friend's grandma that you were watching over for the day.

Ooooh- what's this thing?

"Hey doll sorry I'm late, got a bit delayed from a meeting and- GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THAT!"

You jumped at suddenly hearing Vox's words from the TV, when did he even get here?!

You had half a mind to yell at him for scaring you but you were far too curious about this old boxy object you found.

"Whaaa??? Why? What even is this?"

You asked while messing with the knobs, you doubted it even worked when it randomly started to play a song.

Oh.

OH.

So that's why he was so pissed.

And so you decided to troll with your digital companion as he often did to you.

"Woaaah, I've never seen one of these old radios before-"

"I'm surprised that one still works, it's an obsolete piece of fucking junk!"

Vox didn't really have time to scan the new surroundings when he'd connected to your devices and consequently the TV.

It didn't help either that the first thing he noticed was that you hunched over messing with something.

Only for him to find out moments later that it was a fucking radio.

The same old shit he'd been busy trying to wipe off the face of hell ever since his rival's return.

And the fact you were starting to get interested in it made his blood boil.

You held back a snicker seeing Vox just angrily glare at the old relic as it continued to play tunes.

You were aware of his entire vendetta against Alastor-

Or well, with as much as he'd tell you when he ranted.

But the fact something so simple as just a reminder set him off?

"Well I think it's niche, maybe I should get one of these for my room-"

"NO- zzZzzZsT THE FU- zZzST -CK YO- ZzZZsT -U AREN'T!"

You couldn't hold the laughs back this time, doubling over when Vox started buffering and yelling about how stupid and old the radio was.

He didn't even seem to notice that you were just pulling his leg.

Something this old wouldn't fit into your home, besides-

You had a new Bluetooth speaker with loads better audio quality.

This old thing was just a nice reminder of times long ago.

Times you didn't even live in.

"Finnneeeee, fine fine you pissbaby. I won't get one. Still think it's pretty funky though."

You said as you plopped down on the couch, noticing Vox's face was still glitching and fizzing on the TV screen.

He wasn't even looking at you and instead was glaring off to the side.

Was he that upset about the radio?

Really??

"Dude, you know as much as I do how ancient that stuff is. If I did end up getting one it would be because someone dumped it on me. I like looking at the past but not collecting relics."

Vox still didn't react and you raised an eyebrow.

Silent treatment huh?

Okay, you could play his game.

"Anyway, I was looking up stuff from around the decade you told me you died."

He finally looked back to you with a raised eyebrow.

Bingo.

"And I ended up finding this serial murder case that's still unsolved to this day."

Vox only furrowed his eyebrows, he wasn't in hell for murder.

As far as he was concerned, it was probably because he was a lying and cheating businessman.

As you continued to talk more about the details of the case, it started to paint a more familiar picture.

And as entertaining as it was to watch you discuss with him something interesting you found-

Vox was not fond of you talking about Alastor so avidly.

Geez, if only you'd look that cute talking about him like that.

What-

What?

That was probably the envy talking.

"Doll, I know you were probably trying to cheer me up but I'm kind of certain that's one of Alastor's cases."

"Huh? Why do you say that?"

"The old fuck's a cannibal. I knew for sure it was him when you mentioned the bodies were found cut up like a butchered pig."

At least Vox was talking to you again, even if he still looked more than peeved it was about his rival.

He actually looked more grumpy and pouty in your opinion-

But that was probably because you weren't seeing right.

"Well, why did you end up in hell then? I would've thought you'd be in for something just as horrible to be as powerful as you say you are."

Vox just sighed, he wasn't actually sure what got him dammed for eternity.

But he did a lot of bad things over the course of his life, so it was probably the accumulation of it all that had sent him into the inferno.

"What makes you ask dollface? Curious much?"

You just shrugged, shifting to lie down on the couch and just look up at the antique chandelier hanging above on the ceiling.

"Dunno, I just want to know more about you. I mean, I know enough- but I want to know more."

Vox could feel his screen heating up slightly in his chair.

Why did you have to be so damn cute-

The fact you wanted to know more about him, it made him feel... odd-

Well, a good odd.

He didn't really know what to do with himself.

"I'm not actually sure. I've been a businessman my whole life, probably the worst of the worst when it comes to principles but I haven't directly ever killed anyone if that's what you're guessing."

"Huh, makes me wonder if I'll end up in hell for the stunts I've pulled on other students too."

"The hacking? Or the blackmailing? Because I doubt either of those would actually send you down here."

"Oh come onnnn, I swear at this point I'll actually kill someone so I can guarantee I'd meet you."

You raised an eyebrow at the screen turning pink again.

Pfft, did he seriously get embarrassed by that?

A smile worked onto your face when Vox softly excused himself and disconnected from the TV.

Ha, cute.

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snghnlvr · 5 months

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. / sim jaeyun

sim jaeyun x fem reader!

read part two here <3

synopsis : who knew there was something behind your relationship with the infamous smart guy at school? you had questions as to why jake likes you and chose you to be his girlfriend out of all people. soon, you found out the truth: by a bet.

extra: olivia rodrigo is my mom , if i was y/n i would’ve slapped the shit out of jake but let’s not get too physical here eh?? :] , i haven’t seen much jake angst (because he’s the most loving human ever??? he would NEVER ever do something like this) so here i am… :D

likes, comments, and reposts are very much appreciated <3

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“thanks for making me get $100, babe”

you look up from your seat to see your boyfriend, jake holding a $100 bill between his index and middle fingers. he sent you a wink which already made you blush like crazy but then you slowly processed the words.

what?

“what?” your expression dropped. you looked at jake, waiting for a response for what he meant.

“i said,” he planted his two hands in front of his desk, staring down at you with his beautiful eyes of his. you stared back with nothing but confusion in your eyes.

“thanks for letting me have $100 sweet cheeks.” jake’s lips curved up. he slowly leaned towards your cheeks, pecking them before proudly looking down at his cash.

that little nickname he gave you made your hearts do back flips as usual.

you stood still before replying, “what do you mean? you used me?”

you’ve liked jake ever since he was in the school’s soccer team since sophomore year. he’s popular for his smartness, his godly visuals, his amazing personality of his that steals the hearts of girls, and his talents.

your introverted personality of yours didn’t dare to make a move on jake. you were undoubtedly shy and didn’t like social interaction very much. all of the girls were in line to ask him out and directly confess their love to him, but you didn’t. you weren’t in line, you were just observing him from the side, mentally noting what he likes, didn’t like, what topics he likes to talk about and many more.

the only proof that you like him was through a little post it note you had on your desk before leaving to go to cafeteria.

sim jaeyun <3

was all you’ve written in pink in your yellow post it note. you haven’t told anyone, even your closest friend for you would be afraid of the public teasing that would soon eventually let the whole school know you like jake.

five months, he suddenly asked you out because he thought you were the “most beautiful girl i had ever laid eyes on but was scared to make a move”, quoted by sim jake himself.

at first you didn’t question it as to why he randomly asked you out.

you remember that day, you were blushing like crazy, heart almost ripping out of your rib cage, and you had all sorts of scenarios and activities both you and jake can do because both of you are in a relationship.

well, were in a relationship.

“yeah.” your thoughts were interrupted when jake responded with a heartless tone. “i admit that you were cute when you bought me gifts, but either than that,

i’ve never liked you.” his tone was monotonous.

is that why i reminded him of my birthday? is that why i reminded him of our monthsavrie? when my classes end? is that why i was the first to everything? good morning texts?

thinking about your past memories where you felt the most happy with jake,

was all just an act. just for the damn $100 dollars.

jake being the first one to hold your hand whenever both of you met, even if it’s a minute in the hallways or meeting after school ended, him being the first to notice you shivering and toss you his hoodie even if he was cold, him volunteering to help you study your subjects even if it’s 2am, him wiping your lips with his soft fingers from eating ice cream, him listening to your rants and sobs whenever your parents fight late at night, and always looking at you with nothing but love and admiration you believed,

all an act?

you lowered your head, trying to contain your proper breathing and trying not let your tears fall down. you exhaled, closing your eyes.

“who asked you?”

jake’s face slightly clenched when seeing your eyes filled with rage yet tears threatening to spill out. “who asked you for the bet?” you asked once again but with a firm tone. you didn’t break eye contact. you were thinking of his friends he always hung out with, park sunghoon, yang jungwon, lee heeseung, and many more but you felt like these people - your best friends as well - would never hurt you like that.

instead of being sad and running away, you’re staring at your ex boyfriend with bitterness. the loving stare you’ve had towards jake was rather replaced as if he’s your enemy. yeah, you’ve been backstabbed.

“does it matter?” jake tilted his head, shrugging it off. “what matters is i got my money.” he flicked his bill right in front of your face, his tongue peaking when he mockingly smiled at you.

you glanced at the dollar and then back at jake.

“did i mean nothing to you?” you asked, your thoughts suddenly spilling from your lips. “was our relationship nothing to you?” a tear spilled out of your eyes. seconds later, multiple of them were easily sliding down your cheeks.

you stood up from your seat, looking directly into jake’s emotionless eyes. “did you have fun playing with my feelings? did you enjoy taking my likeness towards you as an advantage? were your friends having fun hyping us up whenever we were around them? did you at least have some fucking sympathy for me!?”

after screaming, you looked down. you were going crazy. literally.

“god, y/n calm down. you’re embarrassing me, lower your volume.” jake crinkled his nose, eyes wandering around to see if there was anyone near the both of you.

despite not looking at him, you can hear the annoyance in his tone and the rolling of his eyes whenever you guys argue. he would call you “overdramatic.”

“fine.” you gulped before looking at him. you imagined yourself as a crying mess. it’s like every argument you had, jake would not cry, but you were.

you had to contain yourself to not let your emotions overwhelm you, but it’s hard right now.

you just got used for money.

“i hope that $100 dollar bill reminds you how much of a shitty person you are.” you grabbed your book bag and ran for your life.

out of that suffocating room.

i can’t believe it, you thought.

he’s a bitch he’s a bitch why is he a bitch!? why did he choose me!? why did he hurt me? i did nothing but .. love him and be there for him.. what did i do to get treated like this??

your chest hurts like shit, you can’t breathe, you can’t think properly, all you wanna do is to hide forever and never face jake the following monday at school. you wanted to go anywhere. anywhere but be in a room with him, sim jaeyun.

god, love is fucking embarrassing as hell.

YEAHHH jake angst drabble🕺 idk how to feel this one as i can’t imagine jake doing such a thing :(( but we need a change don’t we ? i hope you enjoyed it!! thank you for reading!! ❣️

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 4 months

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Heyyy

Do you do request? I hope you do requests.

I had this idea, and I really like your writing.

So imagine. Enemies to Lovers. Reader is an og avenger. And reader and bucky hate each other. (for some reason, idk). But she can't help but worry about him sometimes due to his trauma and the winter soldier program and stuff. But she still hates him

So, once, when bucky has this nightmare, he is shouting and grunting in his sleep. He is still laying on his bed and his eyes are closed. His eyebrows are furrowed. So the reader, she hears him and slowly makes her way towards his bedroom and starts comforting him by rubbing his head, massaging his head, whispering calming and soothing words in his ear, so that he falls back asleep into a peaceful slumber. However bucky doesn't know who it was (Since he was still kinda half asleep or something.) The reader after her work is done calmly and quietly goes back to her own bedroom. Next day bucky approaches her and ask if it was her to helped him last night or something I don't know if it makes sense but I hope you understand what I am trying to say

Thank you love ya bye

(Please don't make it smut)

Care and Worry » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Summary: Even though Bucky and Y/N don’t get along, she can’t help but care and worry about him.

Warnings: tiny bit of Angst, Fluff, language, Enemies to Lovers, nightmares, kissing, pet names (doll)

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this. I hope this is what you imagined.

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found this one on Pinterest.

For as long as you and Bucky have known each other, you two don’t get along. You two hate each other. You know hate is a strong word, but that’s how you two feel about each other. Well, a little more Bucky than you. Deep down, you can’t help but care and worry about him after everything he has been through.

You were walking back to your bedroom from the kitchen when you heard noises coming from Bucky’s bedroom who happens to be next door to yours. You walked over to his room, pressing your ear against the door. You heard him talking and making groaning noises. You wrapped your hand around the door knob and slowly turned it, only to find out that it’s unlocked. You opened the door wide enough to slowly go inside of his room. You quietly closed the door behind you. You looked at Bucky to see him tossing and turning in his bed with his eyebrows furrowed, covered in a thin layer of sweat, and breathing heavily. It hurt you to see him like this. You carefully laid down on his bed next to him and began to cautiously run your fingers through his hair, lightly massaging his scalp.

“It’s ok.” You whispered in his ear. “Everything is fine. Try to relax.” You say sweetly.

You watched as his body slowly relaxed, his eyebrows weren’t furrowed anymore, and his breathing went back to normal.

“There you go. You’re ok.” You whispered, kissing the side of his head.

You stayed there for a couple more minutes, massaging his head and running your fingers through his hair just to be sure. You carefully and quietly stood up and left his bedroom to go to your room. You knew that you were going to sleep better, knowing that you helped Bucky through a nightmare. The following morning, Bucky woke up without feeling tired for once. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he was glad that he was able to get some sleep.

“Morning, Buck. How’d you sleep?” Steve asks as Bucky walks in the lounge.

“Surprisingly good.” Bucky answers. “Which is kinda weird.” He says.

“Why’s it weird?” Steve asks.

“Well, I was in the middle of one of my nightmares when it randomly ended. It’s like someone pulled me out of it.” He says.

You looked up at him, feeling your cheeks heat up. You stood up, walking towards the door.

“I’m going to get some coffee.” You say, trying not to make it obvious.

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows as he watched you leave the room.

“What’s her problem?” Bucky asks.

“I don’t know.” Steve shrugs his shoulders. “Maybe she just wants coffee.” He says.

“No that’s not it. I always see her with coffee every morning. She’s acting different and I’m going to find out what it is.” He says.

Bucky walked out of the room and went to the kitchen to see you making coffee.

“Morning, Bucky. Do you want some coffee?” You asked, not making eye contact with him.

“No. I want to know why you’re acting weird.” He says.

“I’m not acting weird, Barnes.” You say.

“Yes you are. You’ve been acting weird since I said I slept good last night.” That’s when it occurred to him. “Wait a minute…” He mumbles.

Bucky thought back to last night. The sweetness of your voice soothing him to sleep, pulling him from his nightmare.

“I’m going to ask you a question and I want you to be honest with me, ok?” Bucky says, approaching you.

You nodded, taking a couple steps back.

“Did you comfort me through my nightmare last night?” He asks.

“Define comfort.” You say.

“I hear a woman’s voice whispering sweet things in my ear while her fingers were playing with my hair.” He says.

“It could’ve been Natasha or Wanda.” You say.

“No. It didn’t sound like their voices.” He says.

“I don’t know who it could’ve been.” You say.

Bucky studied your body language. He took a step closer to you as you took another step backward.

“What’s up with you, Y/N? You’re never this talkative with me. The only time you have something to say to me is when you’re insulting me.” Bucky says.

“There’s nothing wrong with me, Bucky! I don’t know what you want me to say!” You say, raising your voice.

You tried to walk past him, but Bucky grabbed your arm and pulled you back to him.

“You didn’t answer me.” He says.

“You never asked me a question.” You say, yanking your arm out of his grasp.

“The question I’m trying to ask you is, were you the one who helped me through my nightmare last night?” He asks.

“So what if it was me?” You asked.

“Why would you help me? I thought you hated me.” He says.

You looked down at the floor and shrugged your shoulders.

“Y/N…” Bucky says.

You looked up at him, looking into his beautiful blue eyes that makes every woman fall in love with him.

“Be honest with me.” He says.

“Ok, fine. It was me.” You say.

“Why though?” He asks.

“I uhh… care and worry about you after all you’ve been through.” You say honestly.

Bucky blinked a couple times. He wasn’t sure what to think. Besides Steve, he hasn’t had anyone care or worry about him in years.

“You care and worry about me?” Bucky asks, making sure he heard you right.

“Yes.” You answered, feeling your cheeks heat up. “We can pretend that it never happened.” You say.

You tried to walk away again, but Bucky grabbed your hand and pulled you close to him. What he did next surprised you. His lips were on yours, kissing you passionately.

“Thank you.” He says.

“Oh umm— you’re welcome.” You say.

“I haven’t had anyone care or worry about me in years and if I’m being honest, I like it, especially if it’s coming from you.” He says.

“Did Bucky just admit his feelings to me?” You thought to yourself. You weren’t sure what to say or think.

“What are you trying to say, Bucky?” You asked.

“I’m trying to tell you that I’m in love with you.” Bucky says.

“Y-You’re in love with me?” You asked.

“Yes.” He answers. “It’s ok if you don’t feel the same—” You silenced him with a kiss.

Bucky was caught by surprise, but kissed you back.

“If you shut up for a fucking second, you’ll know that I’m in love with you too.” You say with a smile.

“Go out with me.” He says softly, cupping your cheek.

“Only if you buy me coffee.” You say with a giggle.

“I’ll buy you anything you want, doll.” Bucky says with a smile.

You grinned and kissed him again.

“Sounds like a date.” You say, looking into his eyes.

“I love you, doll.” He says softly.

“I love you too, Bucky.” You say in almost a whisper.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

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m4nj1r0s · 4 months

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Hanma relationship headcannons

- He definitely pulls, so he’s been with a ton of girls. None of them lasted more than 2 months, and he just used them. You were supposed to just be another girl he used then tossed away, but he ended up staying. You were fun, and he needed more people apart from Kisaki to annoy.

- This mf is definitely annoying. Can and WILL ask you if you’re on your period whenever your mad (he knows you aren’t, he’s probably being creepy and tracking your cycle too.).

- The boys in Valhalla probably ask him for advice with girls. His advice is bad.

- “Girls hate it when they call you and you don’t pick up straight away. So if you can’t answer your woman, just switch your phone off. She can’t question you if you do that.”

- “When you guys go out, don’t pay. Let the girl pay, or you’re executing toxic masculinity, and she won’t like that. You guys need to be more woke.”

- He KNOWS his advice is bad, which is why he doesn’t use any of those tips with you. If you guys go out, none of you are paying. He’ll dine and dash. Want something from a shop? Distract the guy at the counter and he’ll grab it and run.

- At this point in your relationship, he’ll probably catch feelings and he won’t just randomly dump you over text.

- When Halloween rolls around, you two prank call Kisaki and literally everyone in Valhalla.

- Despite how annoying he is, he never forgets a special occasion. He’ll act like he did only to surprise you later. Probably got you a pet chicken for your birthday but then you made him take it back because he stole it.

- Would rather DIE than admit he gets jealous whenever you interact with boys. Not just any boys, but specifically those nice guys who are sensitive and are genuinely sweet to girls.

- He can’t be like that, he’ll forever have a reputation of playing around with girls and being a womanizer. Even if he’s in a dedicated relationship with you, he still gets paranoid you might realize that you deserve better and leave him.

- Definitely high maintenance when he catches feelings. Texts you 20 times a day and expects you to reply and have a conversation with him.

- Has a bad habit of sneaking into your room whilst you’re asleep and standing over you until you wake up to scare you.

- Refuses to stop until you move in with him, and one day you do!

- Leaves empty noodle cups, dirty socks and drinking glasses all around your shared room. He won’t even help to clean, he’ll just give you a big ass grin and promise not to do it again.

- Likes to catch you off-guard, like twice a year he writes you a very meaningful poem and leaves it in the pocket of a piece of clothing you wear a lot. He expects you to give him tons of kisses whenever he does.

- Doesn’t stop talking about you to Kisaki. It’s always “Oh yeah, Y/N likes that.” “I wonder what she’s doing right now..” “Y/N says she doesn’t like you.”

- Yes, he does tell people you are pretending to like but don’t actually that you dislike them. So you probably shouldn’t tell him if you don’t like someone..

- Accuses Kisaki of being jealous whenever he tells Hanma to shut up. “Jeez, Kisaki! If you want a girlfriend, I’ll be your trusted wingman. First off, make sure to disappear randomly to make yourself mysterious, girls love that…”

#tokyo revengers #hanma shuji #relationship #headcannons #m4nj1r0s #kisaki tetta #hanma x reader #hanma x y/n #hanma shuji x reader #tr #valhalla #Hanma

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witchthewriter · 11 months

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𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: I made a quiz ‘Which Son Is Your Old Man’, so you can find out once and for all who you would be best suited to!

Warnings: swears, mentions of violence, smoking, drugs

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

𝐉𝐚𝐱 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

・Yes, he does spend a lot of time doing club business. But it also means he’s home randomly throughout the day.

・His speciality is making breakfast; eggs, bacon, toast, french toast, waffles etc

・Yes, he did develop the skill from all the one night stands he’s had...

・But hey, at least now you’re the one that reaps the reward!

・Doesn’t snore in his sleep, but does toss and turn a lot

・Sometimes he has really really bad nightmares. He doesn’t want to wake you up, so he goes and has a smoke outside

・Really loves chewing on ice cubes. When you get McDonalds, he’ll eat everyone’s ice from their drinks (obviously after their done with it)

・When you’re feeling down; physically or mentally, he’ll read to you. Jax bought you a new edition of your favourite book for your birthday and he’s so used to holding it in his hands by now.

・Really likes when you light candles when he gets home, he prefers them over the overhead lighting

・Doesn’t like loud sudden noises - definitely has undiagnosed PTSD. He’s gotten really good at hiding it, but some days - when he has really long showers, you know it’s a bad day

𝐎𝐩𝐢𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧

・When he isn’t doing things for the club, he loves to work in ‘the shed’.

・He has a lot of projects going on - making garden beds for Gemma’s events,

・Opie usually ends up trekking dust, shredded timber and so on throughout the house. You make him have a shower as soon as he’s finished working outside.

・But you can’t lie, he does create some beautiful things.

・He made a dining room table - and the detailing was so amazing you nearly teared up

・Opie is great at painting as well, honestly, he’s just good at general renovations. Somehow he knows how to do stuff around the house - unclogging drains, fixing pipes, changing lightbulbs, stopping leaks etc

・Opie’s like your own handy man!

・Secretly a cat person. Don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t mind dogs. They’re great, but cats are so unpredictable - without the risk. He finds them so interesting.

・Loves Disney movies, especially the cartoon version of Robin Hood. You’ll find him humming the song about Robin and Little John

・Likes that he towers of you and will put things out of your reach just to rile you up

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐬 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝

・Actively cleans up after himself and you.

・Really likes a clean home, and he’s lived on his own for a long time, so he knows how to run a house

・He also grew up around a lot of women, so he knows how to cook some great meals

・Chibs was also whipped into shape by these women, so that’s why it’s ingrained in him...

・Knows a lot of Scottish drinking songs, and he always sings them when he’s had a few too much to drink

・And his voice is actually quite lovely

・He also sings in the shower

・A loud gruff Scottish man singing in your shower always brightens your day

・Automatically turns the kettle on when he gets home (and will make tea for two, knowing exactly how you like it)

・Not a lot of random visitors, he likes to keep business and his home life separate. Even though the club is his life, he likes having his own space

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐰𝐦𝐚𝐧

・Many, many takeout and movie nights

・Especially when he’s been gone on club business

・Does the washing and folding for both your clothes. It was his main job when he lived at home too.

・Also mows the lawn without a shirt on, so that’s...a fun sight to see (he likes showing off in front of you)

・Loves the movie Avatar; would definitely go into a deep dive of how it all works and how they created it.

・Would die if you showed interest in it as well. You bought him a book about the characters and he spent a whole afternoon reading it

・Surprises everyone with how much he loves books

・A man of few words, he actually has really profound things to say. Some of it can be really poetic...

・Likes having his shoulders rubbed, and in return, he massages your feet

・Is really good at looking after you when you’re sick. He has a lot of homemade recipes; soups, oldwives tricks etc. (Except the term ‘oldwives tricks’ shouldn’t be overlooked. A lot of their

𝐓𝐢𝐠 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫

・Rescue dogs galore

・Tig hates seeing any animal hurt, but he has a special place in his heart for dogs

・Big fucking snorer, and is out as soon as his head hits the pillow

・Hates cooking but doesn’t mind doing the dishes - yeah he’s fucked up that way

・So you handle the food; he’ll get the groceries, but for the love of god he cannot make a proper grown up dish

・In return, he doesn’t mind doing the vaccuuming and mopping (he would so dress up in a maid’s outfit and do it)

・Whenever he wakes up in the middle of the night, he goes into the loungeroom to watch cartoons - like popeye

・Cried while watching Titanic btw

・Oh and has a stash of different types of drugs. Nothing too hardcore though.

・He also makes you have an unregistered firearm so you can protect yourself

・Also loves comic books. He’s a DC kinda guy...yes, his favourite character is Joker

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queenimmadolla · 11 months

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Eddie, ass, fluff

𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯!𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞

It started off innocently, a complete accident.

You’d been walking with Eddie, down the Wheeler’s driveway after a small get together with your friends while he tossed one of his dice and caught it.

He’d been distracted by your conversation about how you didn’t care for The Terminator, which he took personally, fist closing before he could actually catch the die and it bounced off of his fist to tumble along the driveway.

“I’ll get it!” You were closer to it, anyways, dashing forward to bend down and swoop it up.

You’d turned to him, tossing it back before you could take in the stupefied look on his face, “Eddie, catch it!”

He fumbled to do so, snapping out of whatever was on his mind while his face turned red.

“Uh, my bad. Thanks.”

Weirdo.

At first, you thought maybe he was just getting clumsy because after that, he kept dropping everything.

More dice, pencils in the hallway, his rings, just about anything he could get his hands on ended up on the floor, you’d never picked up so many objects before.

You’d begun to refer to him as butterfingers.

Then you noticed it was only something that happened when you were alone. Eddie could impressively twirl a pen between his fingers with no problems during the Hellfire sessions he’d invite you to sit in on and you didn’t notice him drop any of his lunch from where you sat with your other friends, across from the Hellfire table. He remained dexterous around others, so why was he constantly dropping stuff around you?

The idea of Eddie being nervous in your presence came about, but you couldn’t figure out why he would be. Other than dropping things, he acted pretty normal.

He invited you over for a movie after school, and since it was a Friday, you’d agreed on the basis that you got to choose the movie. There was no way you were gonna watch The Terminator, which you knew he’d pick just to spite you.

That’s how Girls Just Want to Have Fun ended up in the VCR and in the middle of his empty threats to commit bodily harm to himself, you attempted to turn on the television.

It didn’t turn on.

“Eddie,” you frowned, pressing the power button a couple of times. It was making the clicking sound but the picture wasn't coming on, “I think your TV is broken.”

“Huh,” Eddie’s eyebrows scrunched together as he joined you in front of it, nudging your hand aside to press the same button and you rolled your eyes.

“Did you think I did it wrong, Eds?”

Eddie didn’t respond, just held his other hand over your face like a face-hugger before he darted back to the couch and jumped onto it.

“Maybe it’s unplugged.”

You glared, gesturing to the tv stand, “Then plug it in.”

He smirked, lounging back with his arms folded behind his head and mocked in a high pitched voice that sounded nothing like you, “You’re closer.”

“You little shit,” You mumbled as he laughed, the sound deep and rumbling through the trailer. With a sigh, you got down on your knees and crawled to the side of the stand, peering behind it.

Sure enough, the thick cable cord had been pulled from the wall.

“Gotcha,” you muttered, reaching your arm between the space to fumble around for the cable. Once it was in your grasp, you spent the next couple of seconds randomly pressing it into the wall until it finally caught along the plug and you pressed it the rest of the way in.

Shimmying backwards enough to sit back on your legs, upper body turning towards Eddie, you began to ask, “Can you turn on the─”

You stopped short, having noticed Eddie’s eyes pry away too late to not be caught and you finally got the missing piece of the puzzle, realizing exactly what his sudden clumsiness was about.

Eddie wasn’t dropping things around you because he was clumsy. He wasn’t even nervous around you!

“Were you staring at my ass?”

“No.” He answered too quick, face getting red like it had done that first time in the Wheeler’s driveway. Then his gaze flickered briefly away before it was back on you, a telltale sign of guilt.

He was lying.

Eddie had been staring at your ass, had been dropping stuff so you’d bend over and pick it up for him. All to get a good look at your ass.

“You were!” You gasped in delight, pointing your finger towards him, “You were staring at my ass! Oh my god, this whole time I thought your equilibrium was off or something, but you’re just a perv trying to get an eyeful!”

“I wasn’t looking…” He mumbled, now actively avoiding your gaze as he turned even brighter but you could see the corners of his lips twitching, the smile he was trying to hide.

“You know, I don’t think about my ass often, but it must be somewhat impressive if it caught your attention,” You baited him and like a chum he fell for it, head turning to you.

“It’s really—” His palm slapped across his mouth as he caught himself but it was too late. Eddie Munson was about to make a statement about your ass because he had been staring at it.

“Hah! You fool!” You pushed yourself up and made your way over while he groaned, grabbing one of the pillows on the couch to smother himself. Maybe death would save him from embarrassment.

“You’re definitely a pervert, but I’m kind of flattered.”

You heard him mutter something that sounded like shut up against the fabric of the cushion, and just for shits and giggles, you pushed the remote off the coffee table. It tumbled against the carpet.

It took a moment, but Eddie lowered the cushion to glance at you, eyes widening in amusement when he made eye contact, having expected you to be bent over picking it up. Looks like Pavlov's experiment worked both ways: you had unknowingly been trained to bend over and pick up anything Eddie dropped, and he had unknowingly trained himself to look in your direction anytime something dropped.

He’d expected to see your ass again.

“I knew it!”

Eddie couldn’t deny it any longer, laughing as you teased him mercilessly. He most definitely wouldn’t be hearing the end of this.

And if it got him out of watching Girls Just Want to Have Fun, then he could live with it.

He hoped.

#vivi's baby blurbs #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurbs #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #perv!eddie munson

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leohamatoblog · 23 days

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Prompt: You want a hug

warnings: none. sfw. gender neutral reader

Leo:

You knew Leo wasn't a very affectionate guy, the most you got were hair ruffles and shoulder pats. He is known to kiss the side of your head or forehead as a greeting.

You weren't in the mood for that today.

You woke up in a sad mood. Nothing happened, nothing made you sad, you were just sad. It was a Saturday so you could just lounge around and not have to worry about anything. You figured you just needed a day to yourself.

"There you are!"

"Uh yeah. I live here."

Leo was stood in your bedroom doorway, hands on his hips. He looked relieved and also annoyed.

"I tried calling you and texting you. No answer, I got worried." He replied, walking in to your bedroom. "What's wrong?"

"Jus'in a mood today." You mumbled, ruffling your hair.

Leo hummed and circled around your bed so he was on the side you were laying on. "Can I help in any way?"

"Cuddle me?" You suggested, holding your arms out.

Leo slowly blinked at you. He looked surprised and caught off guard, which for him was hard to accomplish. He was really wanting to say no but you just looked so...soft. He subconsciously found himself taking his gear off and climbing on to your bed, pulling you in to his arms. He was scared to hurt you, so his arms were somewhat limp around you.

After a few minutes of silence, Leo found himself feeling a little stiff from the unknown feeling he was getting. "I never, you know, cuddled before so if I-" he was cut off by a soft snore. He looked down at you as you laid on his bicep, softly sleeping. He rubbed your back gently.

He smiled gently. "-Nevermind, get some sleep."

Raph:

Out of the entire year and a half you'd been friends with the turtle in red, you had a realization. It started with watching a tik tok video of someone randomly hugging their best friend that it hit you.

You've never actually hugged Raph.

Yeah, he's carried you and kissed you on the cheek or held your hand. But an actual hug? That's never happened and now you were wondering what a hug from Raph would feel like.

"Spill. Why are ya quiet?"

"Oh I'm just thinking."

Raph tossed his soccer ball somewhere in the lair and raised an eye ridge at you. You looked suspicious, he didn't like it.

"Thinkin bout what?" He asked. "Ya know Mikey says odd shit so I can handle whatever ya say."

You chuckled and gave a small shrug. "I just realized you and I have never...hugged."

"Interesting." Was all Raph could muster out. He looked awkward. "So uh, did ya need one or..?"

You smiled. "I don't need one but I would like one, if that's okay."

Raph awkwardly looked around. Affection like this wasn't something he was opposed to, but he wasn't used to. Sure he'd hugged his brothers plenty of times, but it's different with a human. You initiated, putting your arms as best you could around his middle. He slowly put his arms around you, applying very little pressure like you were made of glass.

Raph found himself actually liking the contact. You were warm, your arms were soft. He just didn't know what to do now. "So um, do I squeeze you? Or..touch your hair? Am I-" you pinched him and looked up at him, cutting him off. You looked so content. Your small smile was a dead giveaway that you were happy.

He sighed and gave a smirk. "Fine, I'll stop talkin."

Donnie:

He was an awkward fella, no doubt, but you seemed to mesh well together. He was also kind and gentle, so the fact that he became your best friend was no shock.

But you were feeling a bit touch starved.

You didn't always need contact but today it was cold out and you were in a particularly cuddly mood. Donnie's lab had a bit of a draft and you found yourself shivering more than you'd like.

"You can close the vent, if you want."

"Gee thanks, Donnie."

He gave a breathy chuckle before looking over at you. Your nose was red and your cheeks were flushed. You must be pretty cold.

"Can I get you a blanket?" He offered. "I'm sure I can find a clean one around here somewhere."

You nodded. "That would be nice, but a cuddle would be better."

"A-A what?" Donnie replied, blinking rapidly. "You want a cuddle...? Now...?"

You stood up and hugged yourself. "If that's okay with you."

Donnie had always found humans to be fascinating, but now he just finds you cute. Affection isn't really his thing but he felt comfortable enough with you to allow you to sit on his lap to keep warm. He had to admit, he was feeling a bit chilly himself. He allowed you to get comfortable on his lap before he slowly put his arms around you.

He was stiff but your warmth felt so nice on his plastron. Your hair also smelled nice, which was an added bonus. "A-Are you comfortable? I'm sorry if my plastron is too hard, I can try and find a pillow to-" your finger pressed against his lips. He peered down, you were all curled up with your eyes closed. Peaceful.

He cleared his throat. "I'll just..get back to work then."

Mikey:

He was the most affectionate being you'd ever met. Hugs, high fives, head and cheek kisses, if he could have the chance to give them, he took it.

But he always initiated it.

Today you just wanted to be lazy and do absolutely nothing. You had cleaned your apartment and now just wanted to lounge around and watch some movies. You invited Mikey over to join you.

"DJ Mikey in the house!"

"Hey Mike!"

He climbed in through the window, taking his gear off before walking over to you where you laid on the couch, kissing your head.

"What movies we got planned?" He asked, circling around and sitting on the other end of the couch. "I'm thinkin action."

"Great choice! I'm down." You replied, sitting up.

"Sweet!" He said, grabbing the remote. "Ooo! How bout Braveheart?"

You said nothing but climbed over and curled against him. "Looks good."

Mikey looked down at you. You were curled right into his side, your legs over his lap. Your cheek was pressed against his bicep, your arms around his arm. You looked so cute to him. He loved how small you looked compared to him. He loved that you felt comfortable enough to cuddle with him.

He cooed and lifted his arm up, wrapping it around you and pulling you on to his lap. "Angel if ya wanted to cuddle, all ya had to do was climb on my lap! No need to be-" you shushed him as the movie began to play, your head in the crook of his neck. You didn't even look up.

He laughed and kissed your head. "I guess I'm just that good."

#rise of the tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt ask blog #tmnt bayverse #tmnt donatello #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt raphael #ask blog #tmnt 2003 #tmnt headcanons #tmnt imagine

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rqnvindr · 1 year

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just a little braindump. please be 16+ before reading!

you toss the white towel you had retrieved from the bathroom over your shoulder. there’s rustling behind the door to your shared bedroom with cloud, which settles upon you knocking.

he opens the door, shirtless. your sweet smile perfectly hides the fact that you’re fully admiring his muscles and the scars he has accumulated over the years on the battlefield. he remains as oblivious as ever, but who’s to say that he wouldn’t short-circuit knowing that you absolutely adored every part of him?

cloud grunts, scratching the back of his head. “let’s just get this over with.” he says in his usual exasperated manner. he thinks he’s slick, the blush on his cheeks says otherwise.

you kiss his cheek. “it’ll be fun, i promise!”

once you both settle in the bathroom, he leans back into the washing bowl you set up in the sink. he doesn’t know why you randomly suggested that you wash his hair and give it “the full treatment it needs”. sure, it was rugged and had sometimes gone days without care during missions. but it’s not like it was overdue for a redo or anything.

still, you insisted he needed to establish more of a self-care routing, and offered to guide him through it.

cloud seems to relax when the already warmed-up water cascades through his blonde locks. he closes his eyes tighter when you run your fingers through his hair, unlocking all of the creases and knots tucked beneath multiple layers. his hair was always fluffy, but you never expected it to be this thick.

you massage his scalp gently as you spread around the shampoo. he doesn’t make a sound, and you start to wonder whether he still regrets agreeing to this, or if he’s starting to open up to this new fresh feeling. it’s the latter for him, unbeknownst to you. cloud doesn’t remember the last time someone paid this much attention to him, so tenderly, and lovingly. sure, over the years he reunited with tifa, and found lifelong companions with barrett and the others. these were all people who truly cared about him, but being handled with care by you made him melt.

after applying a touch of conditioner and rinsing it out, you help him lean back up in the chair. you decide to mess with him a bit, and purposely rub the towel on his hair a little bit too hard and fast, chuckling as he turns to move away from your antics.

“it’s just a towel, you silly goose!” your laughter grows louder when he pouts slightly, and you proceed to properly towel-dry his hair. he’s already standing up, but you want to examine your work up-close.

“wait. your hair really does look like a chocobo. you’re a real grumpy birdie but i can definitely see it.”

cloud freezes in his tracks. “w-whatever. feels refreshing though...”

“see? we should do this again time!” you wrap your arms around him, and pull him in to press your lips against his.

he’s not the best kisser. it shows through the way he still harshly puckers against your lips as if you’re going to disappear unless he gets as close as he can. but he still makes you sigh and hum into his mouth, especially when he starts to get more desperate. that’s when he takes your breath away (almost literally).

he’s not the best with words either. but you can tell from the way he presses his forehead against yours that he means to say “i love you.” and “thank you for being here for me.”

#bye what is this *runs away*#i've had huge brainrot for ff7 esp him #and needed a little exercise to work up to writing again #this is pure fluff and brainrot dont even mind me #ff7 #ff7r #cloud strife x reader #cloud strife fluff #cloud x reader

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cafecourage · 2 months

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If it’s not too much trouble, may I order some monkey bread with they boys (crushing or dating, dealer’s choice) reacting to Reader randomly running up and hugging them?

- Glitter anon ✨

It’s never too much trouble!

Part 1 has Time, Twilight and Warriors.

Time:

- Time enjoys them. He gets hug by some of the boys already randomly. So he has accepted it at this point. But your hugs are special to him. He wants more of them!

- There will be an unofficial reverse card too where he would hug you randomly if he needs to recharge so to speak.

- If their are in a town Time is on high alert as he expects you to run and jump him. Don’t… do that please…

There are four people in this group that seem to get targeted for random hugs. Time being one of them, to his force acceptance. He didn’t have a choice in the matter. You however, never missed a chance to hug him. It’s slightly random when you do it as mornings are always a toss up. If the chain had a long day of traveling you tend to be more cranky in the morning. As when you wake up and inevitably find him not with you.

“I’ve been abandon.” You mumbled as you draped yourself on Time back, your arms loosely wrapping around his neck. Time did not even blink as he had more weight suddenly on him. Time instead turns to kiss your cheek.

“Good morning my love.” He says instead as he slowly moves you to his side so he could hold you better. Only slightly pulling you away to grab your food for you. He keeps his hand on your shoulder rubbing his thumb against you to keep you awake but to also give some comfort to you. He really does feel bad pushing you with all this travel. He kisses your forehead one more time as an apology.

Twilight

- 2 of 4 links that just get randomly hugged. Mostly because he is also Wolfie. However Wind and Wild just also likes to run straight at him and tackle him. No matter what.

- You however you like to jump while running at him. He catches you but you are stressing him out! It’s not like before with Time where it’s like cute and adorable, well.. Twilight thinks you are cute and adorable. But he might get gray hairs.

- Other than that he does appreciate the random hugs as he is very much a physical touch person. So no matter what he wants to hug and adore you with kisses.

“You’re lying.” Wild said as he stares at you as your claim made you look a bit crazy. “There is no way that happens!”

“It’s true though!” You were really getting hyped up about this “if I run at twilight he is going to catch me no matter what.”

The champion huffs and crosses his arms before noticing twilight coming into camp with Time as they were gathering firewood. “Ok prove it-.” You were already running before Wild can finished speaking.

“(Y/N) NO IM HOLDING FIRE WOO-“ Twilight tried to stop you but you were already in the air, he drops the wood to catch you not wanting you to get hurt. You looked so smug when you land in his arms. Your arms wrapped around his neck, kissing his cheek. “Please don’t do that again.”

“No <3”

Warriors

- 3 of the 4 most hug links like this man is the other older brother. He isn’t the one that is going to hug person without consent but they are offer and the others know this. Which is why some of them come to him. They get a hug and advice!

- You don’t typically hug him out of no where all the time. It’s normally if you miss him a lot. Which isn’t all that common if you guys are on the road. He is typically always holding you, whether it’s holding your hand or putting his arm around your shoulder.

- It’s when he is home and working. Thats the issue. Even in the middle of this adventure once he is sat at his desk he is there for a while. Which is then when you have to hug him to get your fill from him. Maybe even get him away from his desk.

You knew exactly where Warriors was when you didn’t see him during dinner. The disappointment was clear as you asked one of the staff of the castle to bring two plates to the castle office before you go on a mission. It was a murder walk to his office no one wanted to stop you nor did they question it.

The door swings open maybe a bit too hard, making Warriors jolt in shocked wide eyed and confused. “How long have you been working?” You asked as you stomped over.

“Uhhh…” Warriors doesn’t know if you wanted the answer or not.

Honestly you didn’t know if you wanted that answer ether. “Well food is on its way.” You huffed plopping yourself in his lap wrapping your arms around him “you’re not working any more and thats final.”

#twilight (not lu) speaks #linked universe x reader #luxreader #linkeduniverse x reader #london fog tea #funfetti cake #caramel macchiato #coffee #gingerbread loaf

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scoobysnakz · 4 months

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Hard Luck

It’s hard finding love when your sole reason to live is your daughter, but when her best friends dad is annoyingly attractive and might have something to do with your rent randomly getting paid, who can blame you for being a little curious?

||* slight angst, I just wrote this on the toilet bc I realised I hadn't updated in ages (sorry), Miguel having intense mood swings, teeny tiny fluff if you squint insanely hard

Chap v

“About before,” you awkwardly shuffle towards him, “I want to say thanks.”

Miguel turns to look you, face tight with concern which doesn't go unnoticed by you. He can feel your eyes scanning him, staring at his expression, trying to read him as his mood suddenly shifts.

“I should pay you back,” you mutter before shoving your hands in your pockets and patting them down as if you don't know they're empty.

He has to stop himself from scoffing, paying him back should be the least of your worries. But Miguel’s nice and those gentle eyes you’re looking at him with soften him- slightly.

“No need,” he sighs, a forced kindness in his voice, “I was just helping out a friend.”

You hate the warm feeling those words spark in your skin because you know it's not him saying you don't need to pay him back causing it. There's still a sense of guilt nagging at your brain though. He's still a stranger, no matter how he puts it, and you owe him money.

Owing people is something that you've grown far too accustomed to and you're determined to not add Miguel to that list.

“Still, at least let me pay for Raya’s ice cream?” you change your tone, secretly praying he thinks it's a question.

Miguel grimaces, charming crinkles forming around his narrowed eyes and arched nose crunching in what you hope isn't disgust. “You have a nice apartment.” he frowns as he changes the subject.

It's your turn to grimace. You purse your lips so tight they hurt and the skin around your mouth smudges with your lip balm. It is a nice apartment, for the price, that you can't keep up with.

He doesn't know why it irks him to see you like this. Not lying, not being irresponsible, no, he hates seeing you so nervous around him. The way you instinctively coil up while having to fight your own body to maintain eye contact.

“I’m lucky its so cheap,” you laugh cautiously, your hands once again finding your pocket and finding a home in the deep cave of denim.

“Cheap?” he raises an eyebrow, his tone suddenly hardening.

You force a smile on your face, lips twitching at the corners and fear shining in your irises. “Yeah.”

He takes up so much room in your kitchen. Not just his body but his whole being. His shoulders might block the light from the lamp reaching you but the overpowering scent of cologne infiltrating the cracks in the air is more than enough to make your stomach clench.

Shakily, you take a step back, knees weakening the more intense his gaze becomes.

“What are you going to do?”

And for a moment you swear you might die.

Miguel knows. He knows that you're flat-broke and days away from getting evicted because you didn't think to cover up that godforsaken letter when you carlessy tossed it in the bin.

The concern that drips from his voice fills you with a kind of self-loathing you thought only your father could bring up. You can't look at him, his gaze is too harsh, too threatening, too unkind for someone you barely know.

“Stay with my mum,” you mutter, hands gripping the edge of the counter as you how your head down.

You can practically hear him rolling his eyes as he nears you with dramatically long strides. “What?” he snaps.

“Me and Raya are going to stay with my mum until I can sort something out!” you hiss.

“How is she going to get to school?” he presses further.

“She only lives about twenty minutes away and my mum can drive us.”

“Can she, now?”

The pure disgust that runs from his expression and out through his voice knocks you sick. Your skin burns with a revolting mixture of shame and anger. Who is he to talk down to you like this? But he's right, you've messed up badly.

Miguel’s worried. He doesn't know you but God, he'd rather die then have someone as precious as you on the streets.

“This isn't any of your concern-”

“You’re just going to let her live like this?” he cuts you off harshly, “moving to your mums whenever you don't pay the rent like a responsible adult? Never knowing what's going on because you can't sort out money?”

Tears sting the corners of your eyes but you fight them back, like always. You refuse to let him see you cry. His words sting but you know, deep down, that you are responsible, that you do what's best for Raya, that your love is enough.

You swear he's bigger now, more threatening, more dangerous. There are fangs protruding past his snarling lips that make your chest tighten in fear.

Anger pulses throughout Miguel’s entire being. His blood is hot and thick with pure rage that only strengthens the more he glares down at you and your pathetic, trembling, pretty lips.

You want to run away, push past Miguel and bolt through your front door but you settle for puffing up your chest and snarling him right back.

“This has nothing to do with you. I appreciate you getting Raya ice cream and picking her up but you are still a stranger who has no valuable insight on this issue.” you try so hard to keep a stable voice, take deep breaths when you feel your throat tighten, look at his forehead not his eyes, but it doesn't and you end up stumbling over your words like an idiot.

The words feel wrong in your mouth, being unkind isn't new to you but targetted to someone you know so little about, you almost feel guilt.

Cool metal hits the poorly clothed part of your back and it's only then that you realise you've been backing away. Your body just naturally falls into submission, even when you have every right to stand up for yourself. That small, faint slither of confidence you had instantly faded away.

Miguel notices this as well, the hidden sadistic part of him going insane over the small gasp that escapes your quaking form, but he still frowns. He wants to reach out and comfort you, let you know how easily he can make this okay but the terror in your eyes distinguishes all hope of that.

He towers over you, his chiselled features now highlighted by the glow of tiles on the floor and his beady, blood-red eyes boring down into you. He stalks towards you, long legs easily pulling him sickeningly close.

You feel miserably weak. Your entire body is numb with guilt as sweat builds in the creases of your palms. But what makes you feel even more pathetic is your desire to be mad yet you can't bring yourself to even weasel out a small argument.

“I’m trying, I really am,” you choke, knuckles burning white with the force of your grip on the counter.

And Miguel’s gaze softens, instantly. All his anger dissolves and all he can see is someone who needs protecting. The way your eyes glisten with tears does something to him. You crumbled so effortlessly that it was easy for him to keep himself in check and now he's got you cowering in the corner in your own kitchen.

He takes a step back and sighs while dragging a lazy hand down his face. “Mierda, I'm… fuck, I'm sorry.”

You try to look at him, to wrap your head around this absurd mood swing but you can't. Just seeing the shame in his eyes burns a hole in your stomach.

“Get out.”

“I got mad and I didn't thi-”

“Out.”

You watch his throat bob as he swallows, hard.

“I’ll go get Gabi,” he sighs.

You shake your head, lips pursed and nose scrunched. You don't want him near Raya, don't think he's safe enough for Gabi to home to, not after a mood swing like that.

You croak a pathetic, “I will,” and walk off. His eyes burn holes into the back of your head but you fight the urge to acknowledge him.

The sound of laughter that leaks from Raya’s bedroom door soothes the burning of your nerves. You might have trembling hands and a racing heart but she's fine- and so is Gabi.

Part of you wants to keep Gabi here, make sure she's safe and let her stay the night but knowing you'd have to face Miguel again at some point is too much.

You knock lightly on the door before pushing it open. “Hey, Gabi,” you smile down at the ground but she's not there. All you can see is a mountain of teddies and blankets in the middle of Raya’s bedroom. Their laughter is present but is mixed with the sound of each other's shushing.

The plushness of the blue carpet on the floor dampens the sound of your footsteps as you creep closer to the pile. You can hear them shuffling around but their laughter has subsided.

Suddenly, you lunge forward and throw yourself onto the pillows with a subtle thud. They both scream as they flail their arms and legs in the air while desperately gasping for air between their violent giggles.

“Your dad said it's time to go home,” you just about manage, as their laughter has affected you too.

Reluctantly, she pulls herself up from the plushy mess, Raya doing the same. They cling to each other, still laughing and whispering, as they disappear through the door.

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #spider man 2099 #spiderman 2099 #miguel x reader #miguel x you #fluff #miguel fluff #miguel ohara #miguel au #miguel 2099 #miguel x y/n #miguel angst #angst #light angst

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americahasasuperstar · 1 year

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OPEN ARMS ( chad meeks-martin )

summary : you’re the only person there for him no matter what, and for that, chad loves you more than words can explain

warnings : swearing, fluff, kissing, mentions of death, somewhat angst?

It was 3 in the morning when he called.

Dealing with Chad and his idiotic behavior wasn’t anything new to you. You came into his life when he was 6 after he and Mindy had teamed up to save you from falling off the monkey bars ( you were only up there because of Mindy tho so honestly, they really didn’t have a choice but to save you ). Ever since then, the twins had been in your life and always a constant bother even though you truly never minded.

Chad was the main one though. He always came to you for the smallest of things, and you never turned him down which is why he never felt as if he needed fro stop. After what had happened in Woodsboro, things had become worse for him. Sure, he always had some issues with nightmares due to petty things like football injuries and getting pantsed in front of the entire student body, but now he could barely sleep anymore and it pained you to see someone you adored with your entire heart struggle in a way that your advise or love couldn’t really help.

When he had called, you weren’t doing anything other than watching Grey’s Anatomy so you were quick to put a pause on your show to see what he needed. When you answered the phone, you immediately could sense that something was wrong with your friend by the quiet yet still audible ( you have good hearing… plus it was dead quiet on both sides ). A part of you hoped that this time, it was one of the times where Chad was just bored and couldn’t sleep and wanted to take you out on a late night drive to talk about random bullshit. Unfortunately, it was a night where he had dream about her.

“You know, she would want you to seek therapy and find a way to cope with her death.” You said, referring to Liv McKenzie. You had never grew close to her during her short time in the group, but you knew her well enough to know that she truly loved Chad and wanted the best for him.

“Therapy doesn’t do a damn thing but point out how I’m fucked up.” Chad scoffed. You could practically hear his eye roll over the phone.

“Maybe find a new one?” You suggested.

“I did. I’m on the phone with her right now.” He said.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking your head as you reached over and turned your lamp on. “Dr. Y/L/N at your service. Lay it on me.” You told him.

“Uh… well… open your door?” Chad asked you.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you sat up on your couch, looking behind you at the door. “Chad… don’t tell me—“

“Yeah, I’m outside. Open up.” He told you.

You shook your head as you hung up the phone, tossing it on the couch before she got up. You didn’t know why you were surprised. This wasn’t the first time that Chad showed up randomly at night just so he could see you. You always secretly hoped that when you were awake at odd times, you’d get the chance to see Chad. He would just show up and talk to you for hours, never leaving you to yourself which you always appreciated. It made you feel… complete. To have someone that wanted to be around you so much that they went out of to make sure they saw you every time that they could. Maybe it was wrong to feel such a way about someone you considered to be just close friends, but you couldn’t help but feel as if you loved Chad a bit too much. He did so many things that made you feel how you felt. Showing up and spending time with you was one of them.

“You’re lucky I opted to live alone!” You called out, walking over to her door and unlocking it so she could open it.

“Your roommate would fucking hate me if you had one.” Chad chuckled, sniffling as he wiped his wet face.

“Aww. Tears?” You asked, pouting as he walked past you into what he considered to be his home too. And with how much he was in your apartment, it practically his home.

“Nah, the damn rain.” Chad said, shaking his head as he scoffed. “Duh they’re tears, Y/N.”

You bit back a smart remark, instead choosing peace. You closed the door behind him after he came in, and opened your arms for him. “Come here, you big teddy bear.”

He gladly took solace in your arms, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. You could feel how tense he was. It upset you that he barely ever got to be the carefree boy he used to be before the attacks last year. It was fine though. He had you to be there for him whenever he needed some comfort. Like now. You knew he wasn’t going to let go of you, so you just accepted that and started to move backwards towards the couch. You found yourself tripping and falling back onto the couch, giggling softly when he landed on top of you with a barely audible grunt since his face was still buried in your shoulder.

He took some time to find a comfortable position between your leg, while you were already very comfortable. He was very soft. Very warm. Fucking heavy as well, but that wasn’t that bad. “How bad was it this time?” You wondered.

“You know… I see her face every time I close my eyes. And it just hurts so much because… why?” He admitted, letting out a deep sigh as he laid his head on your chest. “Why did she have to die? Why not someone else? I know that’s fucked to say, but I’d rather it be somebody that I didn’t know.”

“I get it. It would hurt way less if it was Neil Booker from trig.” You stated, giggling at your own joke. It was a bit rude, but nobody liked Neil. Not even his own parents.

“Definitely wouldn’t care if that asshole bit it.” Chad chuckled. The humor in the air vanished quickly though. He got sad easily, it was his thing. You didn’t mind. “I just… I feel terrible. I wasn’t there to protect her—“

“You were quite literally fighting for your own life.”

“She was calling my name when she found me. Begging me to wake up. I heard her. I tried to tell her that I was still here. I just wasn’t strong enough. I wish I could’ve said I love you. Or goodbye. Or something.” He admitted.

“She knew you loved her. Trust me, Chad, she knew. You made it clear so many times.” You reassured him. You started to draw circles on his back, hoping that it would comfort him in the same way it did when he did it to you.

“I hope you’re right. I just feel so bad… I truly did love her, you know?” He told you. “She was a great girlfriend. It just sucks that…”

“That what? She isn’t here with us?” You asked him.

Chad took a second to respond, clearing his throat as he lifted himself off of your chest. You furrowed your eyebrows, confused on why he suddenly got up but you didn’t bother to question what he did anymore. “No. That I love someone else now.” He said.

“What?” You scoffed, sitting up as well now. “Why is this the first time I’m hearing about some new girl you have feelings for? Is it that girl Tara rooms with? I hate her honestly, but like, she’s pretty or whatever.” You said.

It was painfully obvious that you had an issue with him having feelings for some other girl. You were jealous, whatever, it wasn’t like it was uncalled for. He treated you like a girlfriend. Took you out to your favorite places in New York randomly. Gifted you things that no friend gifted someone they didn’t like in a romantic way like a ring or a box or chocolates. Showed up at odd hours of the night just to spend time with you. So excuse you if you started to develop feelings for your best friend. You just hoped that he would’ve felt the same way about you though. Maybe it was stupid to think that.

Chad just chuckled and shook his head at you though. You didn’t know why he was doing that, but then that’s when he started to lean closer to you. You felt all the oxygen in the room suddenly vanish and you felt your chest getting tight as he got closer and closer to you. You waited for this moment for years. Why wouldn’t you? Anyone would wish to kiss Chad Meeks-Martin. And here he was, about to grant your wish.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked you, his eyes glued to your glossy lips as he stopped just an inch away from them.

You didn’t bother to give him a verbal response, instead you closed the gap between your lips. Instantly, butterflies erupted in your stomachs as your lips touched. Finally. You felt as if you were in heaven as Chad pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss by adding tongue. You moaned into his mouth, your hands finding themselves tangled and tugging at his mess of hair. You were struggling to breathe but you didn’t care. You didn’t want to stop kissing him. He tasted like iced coffee and cherry lip balm, a gift from yours truly. And, man, was he a good kisser. Your first kiss with him was everything that you imagined, and more. You hoped he felt the same way though.

When you two finally had to separate for air, you knew for a fact that he was in bliss too. He looked strung out on you, his eyelids hanging low and his cheeks flushed. He couldn’t believe that he finally got to kiss The Y/N Y/L/N. Every boy in Woodsboro would kill to be in his place. He couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward again, giving her a quick kiss just to savor her taste. He didn’t want to move too fast though. So he controlled himself and just pushed you back down on the couch so he could resume laying down on you until he fell asleep peacefully.

“Thank you so much for being someone I can talk to. It makes me feel safe.” Chad whispered, growing restless as he laid comfortably on your chest.

“Always Chad. I’m always going to be here.” You reassured him. You were still smiling ear to ear. He could hear it in your voice, and it made him smile just as wide.

He hummed peacefully as he closed his eyes. “I love you so much, Y/N. So damn much, you don’t even understand.” He said.

You felt your heart swell up with pride and happiness as you played in his curly hair. He loved you. Chad loved Y/N. “I love you more, Chad.” You smiled.

Just wait until Mindy hears about this.

#chad meeks x reader #chad meeks smut #chad meeks martin #scream #scream iv #mindy meeks martin #mindy meeks x reader #tara carpenter #sam carpenter #dewey riley #gale weathers #sidney prescott #billy loomis #stu macher #amber freeman #scream imagine

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ambcass · 7 months

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Betrayed.

“I can’t stand him!” Y/N exclaimed, throwing a fit while walking with her best friend, Jaime Reyes. Her anger made her walk faster, making Jaime chase after her. It all started when Jaime noticed Y/N distancing herself from him and he asked why, she said it was nothing and just to mind his own business. During their gym class, Jaime noticed how violet Y/N was when playing a dodgeball match but he couldn’t help to notice how her arm was bruised. He also wondered how she was able to throw and dodge a ball like that. That bruise made him realize that it was the same spot where he hit a specific villain last night. The thought of his best friend being a villain hurts him. He tried removing the thought but it just came back every time he tried to shake it off. After school and on his way home, he spotted Y/N and decided to walk up to her.

“I know you probably don’t wanna talk about your problems right now but ya’know I’m here for you…” Jaime suggested with a soft smile. Y/N turned to him with a dull expression and kept moving forward. Jaime once again followed up in front of her, “Can I at least walk with you? I do feel bad and I can’t stand to see you like this” Jaime pleaded, making Y/N give in. She nodded and the two started walking to the local 7-11 store. On their way, Y/N randomly blurted out “I can’t stand him!” and started marching towards the store angrily. Jaime followed up, hoping to hear more about this mystery guy. “Who? Who’s bothering you?” Jaime asked. Y/N scoffed as she opened the store door.

“You don’t know him…” She said, trying to keep her cool. She couldn’t expose herself to a guy who would most likely betray him to the heroes. “At least you can describe him. I’ll get a better idea of who the hell the guy is. If he is that much of a bother to you then I’ll make sure he gets it coming.” Y/N started chuckling, “And what the hell are you gonna do to this guy? But fine. He’s annoying, always on my ass, and doesn’t stop until he gets his way. Which annoys me because he went way too far yesterday.” Jaime stop to think too far? What does she mean too far? She was the one causing harm and trying to poison the water supply. Is it her? Please... Please… tell me that (villain name) isn’t you, Y/N. Jaime then felt Y/N nudge him. She mouthed you okay? and Jaime nodded. They went inside the store and went to the chip aisle. When reaching for a bag of Takis, the sides of their hands touched each other. The two retracted immediately and looked away embarrassed.

“So…What did he do that was too far?” Jaime asked, trying to change the subject. Y/N grabbed that bag of Takis and walked off to a different aisle. “He- uh… I-I can’t say. Sorry.” Y/N tried to explain but she knew that Jaime wouldn’t believe her. Jaime gave a sympathetic nod. When the two finished paying for their food, they said goodbye and left.

Y/N’s POV

It was very late at night. Almost 4 AM. I had to wait for the perfect time to cause any harm to anyone. Two nights ago, stupid Blue Beetle roundhouse kicked the shit out of me. I thought to myself when I find this bug, I swear I’m going to fucking smash and kill it. As I aggressively put on my suit, a shadowy reflection flew past my window and they left a sticky note on the outside of my window saying “Meet me on top of the xxx building. Rooftop –BB.” I rushed to my window, opened it, and snatched the sticky note. The writing was in all blue ink. I knew who this was. My heart started beating fast, I felt nauseous and anxious. How was he able to find where I live? Was one of the many questions racing in my mind. I crushed the paper and tossed it over my bed as I finished changing into my suit. I flew out the window and headed towards the address. As I was flying there, I tried to retract where I went wrong and how I blew my cover so easily. Nothing came to mind and while trying to come up with another explanation, I had already arrived. There was a figure lurking in the shadows, eyeing me down as I landed on the rooftop of the building.

“Come out, Beetle. I see you in the shadows. Hey, if you were a Shadow then you wouldn’t even make it out of Santa Prisca alive. Your dumb blue armor gives you away” I teased, crossing my arms as Blue Beetle slowly came into the light. I glared into his eyes and stepped closer. Pulling out (some type of weapon) out and pointing towards him. “How did you find me? How did you find where I live?” Blue Beetle didn’t answer but he simply just stepped forward. “Y/n…” Beetle murmured. Y/n? What the fuck? How did he know? I stood there in silence. He walked closer, closer, and closer, but I didn’t move a muscle. Now he was in front of me. I looked down at the rooftop floor while feeling Blue Beetle’s hand reach for my arm. I looked up at him and snarled.“Don’t touch me.” He immediately let go and sighed.

“Why Y/n? Why would you go through this path? You know better than this.” He said, trying to get an answer from me. I knew better than to answer. After all, anything I say can and will go against me. As I was still glaring into his eyes, his face armor started to retract back to his suit. I broke eye contact and turned my head away, refusing to lock eyes with him. No, no, no…not him. Not him! My head started to get foggy and blank. I felt nauseous and took a few steps back. I couldn’t believe that the boy that I cared for, my best friend, Jaime Reyes, is a fucking traitor and gave me that awful beating two nights ago. “Look Y/n, can we please talk about this? Please just hear me out.” I ignored his suggestion. Still not looking at him. I was angry, betrayed, and sad. Tears wanted to come out of my eyes but I held back. With a sour look on my face, I gazed into Jaime’s eyes and mouthed “I’m sorry” He looked at me with confusion. “I’m sorry? Sorry for what?” he asked, looking at me like a pathetic pleasing bitch. I shook my head repetitively and walked towards the edge of the rooftop. I leaped off of it, disappearing and never to be seen again.

Jaime’s POV:

I rushed after Y/N when I saw her leap off the edge of the rooftop but when I tried looking for her, she was nowhere to be seen. I attached my face armor back and flew back home. As I was flying back, I kept thinking to myself What does she mean when she said she’s sorry? What was she sorry for? Days went on and I haven’t seen Y/N attack since. Which is probably a good thing but she wasn’t at school either. It’s like she disappeared from the face of Earth. A few months went by and I still haven’t seen Y/N at all! I asked around at school such as Paco, Brenda, and the staff but they haven’t seen her. I talked to the principal but I didn’t get much from him. The only thing I got from him was that Y/N is no longer in their school system.

When I was dismissed from school, Brenda and Paco both offered to walk me home but I declined. Once I got home, I didn’t even think of patrolling for the night. I just wanted to rest. I can’t help the feeling but I miss Y/N.

I woke up to a crowd outside of my house screaming and yelling but I couldn’t hear anything. My mom rushed into my room screaming into my ear but I couldn’t understand what she was saying for I was still half asleep. She dragged my arm into the living room and turned my attention to the TV. The news reporter was saying something but for some reason, I couldn’t understand what it was that he was saying until I started reading the words that were displayed on the screen. My face froze, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

Local High School Teenager Jaime Reyes Is the Superhero Blue Beetle.

a/n: AHHH THIS TOOK SO LONGGGGGGGG. IM SORRY MY GRAMAR IS SO DOOKIEEE :((

Word count: 1,483

Character Count: 7,572

literally ty @miguelnation bc idk if this is even angst or not

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nejiverse · 1 year

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Hi! I was thinking, I know it’s not suggested take dinner very late but I’m always cooking at midnight so may I request a scenario with tecchou making dinner at midnight (very soft please ^^)

12 AM

Tecchou Suehiro

Midnight sounds like an ideal time to have dinner to me 😆😆

cw: none

600ish words

You tossed and turned in your sleep, your arms reaching to your side but you couldn't feel him. The oh so charming Tecchou.

You scoffed. Last time this happened, Tecchou was outside in the cold without any jacket and was watching a colony of ants randomly.

He claimed that they were more active in the night and the colonies would be bigger.....he ended up catching a cold and you were burdened with a whiny Tecchou who never stopped complaining for a whole week!

Getting out of bed, you groggily walked out of your room, a faint smell of curry lingering in the air.

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously when you saw Tecchou stirring the pot gently. You couldn't see what he was making since his bare back was facing you but your reckoned curry rice. It's the only thing he knew how to make after all.

You noticed his head nodding up and down occasionally which made it known to you he was trying to fight away his sleepiness.

"What're you doing?", you spoke in a quiet voice seeing as it was literally the middle of the night.

Tecchou's shoulders jerked up not expecting to hear your voice at all.

" 'M hungry", he muttered, his lids barely able to stay open.

You wrapped your arms around his torso. "Why don't you sleep first. You can eat in the morning".

Tecchou pointed to the clock ticking away on the wall. "It's morning already".

Yeah, real funny. "I mean when the sun is actually up".

Tecchou frowned. "I need food now". As he said that, he used a spoon to scoop a bit of curry up and blowed on it before offering you a taste, in which you happily obliged.

Your face immediately tightened. You didn't know what it tasted like but it definitely wasn't just curry.

"Did you add something to it?", you asked hesitantly. You weren't sure if you actually wanted to know. The smell was so normal that you forgot about Tecchou and his weird food combinations.

He nodded innocently. "A bit of chocolate and kiwi".

Your mouth fell agape.

"Why would you do that?!", you exclaimed.

He shrugged his shoulders before putting a finger up in the air in a matter-of-factly manner.

"It's supposed to make you stronger".

...

You gave him an unimpressed look. "And how'd you find that out? By one google search?", he nodded affirmatively.

Tecchou nonchalantly placed some rice and curry on his plate, offering you a plate too but you kindly declined when you saw the kiwis inside still had the skin on them.

He let out a small huff, grabbing a spoon, along with a fork. You were confused as to what he needed the fork for but decided to pry no further.

Tecchou sat down at the table and you figured the least you could do was sit with him, even if you knew he'd just be sending you glares for turning down his food.

"...what're you doing this time".

The man currently had the fork up to his right eye, closing his left eye in front of you so he could see you through the fork.

"You're in jail for not eating my curry".

"You mean your chocolate kiwi curry?".

"Yeah!!".

masterlist :)

a/n: I saw the fork thing on a pinterest post and thought it was too cute for me not to add

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