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[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for dating Guy Gardner

Guy Gardner x reader

warnings: like minor innuendos and like. guy gardner being a silly guy.

a/n: LEECH LORD I LOVE U FOR USING MY REQUEST TEMPLATE MWAH MWAH. also guys wouldn’t it be funny if i fridged reader. dont look up fridging if you dont know what it means its an infamous kyle rayner reference and i dont want to be the reason you are traumatized.

prompt: @the-leech-lord: “Prompt: Headcanons for Guy dating a civilian”

guy was such a pain in the ass

but he was your pain in the ass

you had to put him in his place more often than not

“against my vows to do the dishes” -guy

“i’m gonna go to oa my damn self and tell the ‘masters of the universe’ youre using their vow in vain” -you

“guardians of the universe! masters of the universe is he-man!! and don’t do that, i will do the dishes” -guy

“and you can’t use the ring to do your chores” -you

“damn it!” -guy

dont get me wrong, guy was still a great boyfriend and he had his moments—but this man was such a punk

acclimating to being with someone in “the life” was hard but he was pretty good about helping you adjust

like he ALWAYS texted you back ASAP so you didn’t worry

even if he was off-planet (he gave you a extraterrestrial long-distance communicator and told you to keep it a secret)

“yes, honey, i am very much alive and well, but im fighting a fleet of alien spaceships right now so im gonna have to hang up now, okay?” -guy

when you were first introduced to the “justice gang,” michael and kendra were shocked guy could have an s/o

“you’re guy’s partner? how do you put up with his shit?” -kendra

“oh, it’s easy. i just threaten to tell the lantern corps whenever he’s being pouty and he immediately starts to behave again” -you

“would that even work?” -michael

“calling up the lantern corps? don’t know, never tried. he just looks so panicked whenever i say it, it’s never failed” -guy

“you’re incredible.” -kendra

guy def parades u around a lil bit. like he’s very proud to be able to call himself ur bf

sometimes you get a lil insecure bc he literally is a green lantern and knows so many powerful people and meets people on other planets?? and he still chooses you every day

when he comes home from off world missions he never shows up empty handed. either he found something to gift you from another planet or he’ll just show up with some coffee and donuts

“this is, uh, well i don’t really remember what it’s supposed to resemble, but it’s a very cute creature on their planet. this is the equivalent of a teddy bear for us” -guy

“oh! it’s so…unique. i love it” -you

“and i love you” -guy

he’s very passionate and his love language is 100% touch so he likes to have you close

when you’re out, his arm is around your hip at all times

when you’re home, he’s hugging you from behind and kissing your shoulders and back

he holds you and dances with in the living room while you’re having conversations in the living room, you’ll tell him about your boring day and he’ll brag about his battle feats

you cut his hair for sureeee

“just make sure the bowl is straight, i don’t want to look stupid” -guy

“oh, no, we wouldn’t want you looking stupid” -you

(a/n: idk if there’s any comic canon lore behind his bowl cut and i dont feel like researching but it’d be soooo funny if thats just how him mom cut it when he was a kid and he just never changed his hairstyle)

you middle parted his hair just to mess with him

“y/n, that is so not funny. don’t take pictures, i don’t want a digital footprint or whatever it’s called” -guy

*you actively posting it on your story and tagging him*

like i said, gotta put the man in his place. he’s far to cocky

he also posts date night pictures of you guys all the time he’s super proud of u

whenever there’s some insane thing going on in metropolis (where you live for the sake of the plot) he always makes sure you’re clear of danger before fighting the enemy head-on

“you took your sweet time” -michael

“oh, you know. had to check on the significant other” -guy, winking

“cool story, want to start helping now?” -michael

you were starstruck the first time you met superman

“y/n, you hang out with superheroes every day!” -guy

“yeah, but he’s superman!” -you

“so?! he’s just an alien. i go space all the time, i’m much cooler than him” -guy

“you’re right, you’re so much cooler than him” -you

guy enjoyed when you fed his ego

like lowkey it was the most flattering thing for him it always made him super happy

“so you think i’m super-cool huh?” -guy

“oh, yeah, you’re the coolest” -you

“well, since i’m so cool, we should go somewhere cool this weekend” -guy

“cool or warm?” -you

“you’re right, warm is better. how about the florida keys?” -guy

“how about greece?” -you

“oooh, fancy-schmancy” -guy

“oh, i’m not good enough for greece?” -you

“i didn’t say that!” -guy

he definitely would take you on trips since he had the ability to travel by ring lol

“when can i get one of those?” -you, tapping his ring

“are you asking me to propose?” -guy

“no, i want a cool superpowered ring, duh” -you

“well, in that case. probably never. only the the people with the most willpower in the universe get these. maybe if i forget to do the dishes again a red one will find you” -guy

you swatted him and he started laughing his ass off

you have to promise not to watch the shows youre watching together when he’s off world and its sooooo hard

sometimes it hits you how normal you are compared to him and life almost doesn’t feel real but he’s pretty good about making sure you know you mean the world to him

he likes to make little constructs to distract you when you’re busy doing stuff

like when you’re in the shower and suddenly there’s a transparent green bird perched on the curtain rod

“guy, what the hell are you doing?” -you

“just helping you live out your disney fantasies. he’s here to help you get ready” -guy, through the bathroom door

“cut it out, that’s so weird!” -you, watching the green bird hold your towel in its beak

“sing to it!” -guy, cackling

“no!!” -you

he loves outlandish pranks

non-harmful ones for you but if it were the justice gang it’d definitely be something a little more dangerous

speaking of the justice gang, you got to tour the WIP hall of justice and it was like the coolest thing ever

“we could do it here alllll the time” -guy

“ew, guy, why would you even say that?” -kendra

“save it for when we get home, smooth talker” -you

justice gang def texts you all the time and tells guy how much cooler you are than him and he actually usually agrees

because duh, if you weren’t cool he wouldn’t be dating you

guy 100% will say he’s gonna give you a back/foot massage or something and make the ring do it

you can tell the difference but the ring constructs lowkey do it better so you don’t say anything

i mean he is using his willpower to do it so its not like hes not trying

you wear his JG jacket sometimes and have requested your own honorary jacket but he likes when you wear his clothes so he won’t budge

tbh i may not have added it too much in this fic but he definitely lovesss to hear “i love you’s” and says it soooo much

and he loves compliments and always makes sure to compliment you back

and he loves deep kisses

and when you care enough to keep him in check

and any cheeky shit you end up doing like (forgive me lord) slapping his ass when he walks by (its funny ok)

he doesn’t do spooning tho bc he sleeps on his back and snores like a mf

you’re very grateful for the quieter nights

when you can’t sleep, guy will fly you two up in a bubble over metropolis at night and look at all the city lights

“it’s pretty up here” -you

“i can only focus on you” -guy

“yeah right” -you

“calling me a liar?” -guy

“maybe” -you

“ouch, not cool. guess we’re not getting froyo from your favorite spot in town” -guy

“oh, you’re evil” -you

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[sxpphotales]

guard reader x hyun ju au because WHY NOT. BECAUSE IM STILL DEVASTATED OVER HER DEATH AND I PROMISED EVERYONE THAT I WOULD WRITE A HUNDRED FICS YEAH.

guard!genderneutral!reader x hyunju where reader and hyunju knew each other before the games and got reunited in squid game spoilers for season 3, TW for blood, gore, death, angst 3.6k words of just pure pain — the longest half-shot i have written bc it’s not my usual oneshot styled writing, but still DAMN that was LONG

when you first joined the games and placed the triangle mask over your face, you thought that was it. you thought you could finally escape the desperation of poverty and just live by yourself. you thought you deserved it. then you realized what you’ve gotten yourself into.

the trigger trembled in your grip and you couldn’t see straight. the scent of blood uncomfortably filled up in the small space where you were told orders of which players you had to slaughter during the first game. you bit your tongue and shot through, exhaling with a shiver coming down your spine as you cleanly landed a shot into another player’s head. you prayed that god would somehow help you. that you will be forgiven for your sins at some point. even if the sins were too grave to be forgotten or forgiven.

you wanted to make money. you lived off of your close friend hyun ju’s savings, trying to help each other out, but you never landed a single job and you just ached to yourself, feeling disgusted about your parasitic behavior. ever since she came out as trans and you provided a shocked reaction (not out of disgust but simply as a shock since you know hyun ju so closely and her past), you two started to distance each other. out of guilt, you purposefully came to join the games as a guard. little did you know about the contents that followed.

as your scope traversed the map, trying to find the player you were chosen to kill, you witnessed someone. someone you were familiar with. hyun ju, you whispered under your breath, pulling away from your weapon and staring at the woman in your scope. your eyes widened with shock, surprise, fear. this game was a killing game—why was she here?

the voice repeated the number of the next player over and over. just then, the square masked player opened the door and spoke, “guard 20. what are you up to? follow the instructions.” you nervously nod and turn back to kill the next player. you shakily sighed, but you noticed hyun ju crossing the finish line and you immediately suppressed a smile of relief. now, you just had to somehow convince her to leave. but the rules were clear. if you removed your mask, you would die.

you sucked in a breath, trying to be silent underneath your triangle mask, as you walked in a singular line over to the dormitory. a gun placed in your hands, you stood directly to the right hand side of the square mask director as he spoke on about the debts everyone had accumulated. you noticed hyun ju in the crowds and held back the urge to wave at her. you just kept your gaze on her the entire time. hyun ju, the special forces soldier who had so much to offer, now in a place like this. your stomach churned.

after the voting started, you begged in your heart that hyun ju would vote no and that everyone could be freed. but humanity continued on and committed to greed. they needed more. and your eyes shifted from hope to horror as the lights flashed blue at every touch. your eyes faced hyun ju and you mouthed no as her hand hovered over the blue button, but she couldn’t see. you winced and shut your eyes as the vote for O counted up one. soon, the votes stated it. continue the games. that singular vote that changed the entire story.

the voting ended and you were told to guard the room. as hyun ju walked over to the restroom, you followed in silently, feeling hyun ju’s wary glance. you didn’t say anything as the two of you stood in the empty bathrooms. “why are you following me?” she sharply asked, her voice strained but calm as always. the opposite of how she used to talk to you back when you two were still friends.

“leave the games, player 120,” your artificial voice called out, “you shouldn’t continue playing.” with those words, hyun ju’s cautious gaze turned to disdain. “who are you,” she asked as she turned around fully, putting herself up in a stance. the gun remained in your grip, but you didn’t dare to lift it let alone aim it at hyun ju.

you continued on: “vote X the next game. you have to leave. there is no point in staying in these games.” you peered into hyun ju’s eyes, so predatory and dangerous, the complete shift of what you are so used to seeing. “you saw everyone die. you will meet the same fate.”

hyun ju just coldly gritted her teeth, clenched her fist, and got ready to fight. you weakly whispered a please but it was no more than a whisper. “what do you see me as?” hyun ju said. you closed your eyes, exhaling sharply through your nose. you promptly turned around and nodded. “good luck,” you tell her and exit. she stares at your frame with confusion. such a stubborn person, it reminded her of you—the person who she loved the most outside of these games.

you wanted to tell her that you were you, but with the mask separating your identity, you didn’t dare to say anything.

ever since then, you decided to somehow protect hyun ju. even if it was the last thing you were ever going to do.

—

you vividly saw her grow closer to other people and your stomach churned. you didn’t know why. you knew that forming alliances in this game was both poison and remedy. you wanted what’s best for her. she must have felt so lonely and out of place here, especially after all of the discrimination and hate she faced outside. so why did your heart ache every time you stood out to guard and you saw hyun ju laughing with the group?

the six legged race ended and you smiled brightly as you saw hyun ju cross the finish line. your steps hurried and you almost ran over to her, but then you realized. you couldn’t. you slowly took steps backwards and stood behind the square masked manager, who spared you a glance of suspicion. you kept your head down. you felt shame. you shouldn’t feel so jealous whenever she talked to others and you shouldn’t feel glad whenever she survived. you practically abandoned her. you left her. you don’t deserve to feel these emotions that you once harbored for her, even if they still remain.

the next voting began and you crossed your fingers behind your back. your strained gaze weakened and your heart stopped as hyun ju voted to stay once more. it wasn’t a shock, but it was despairing. you wanted her to leave so desperately. but she couldn’t.

you gazed straight at hyun ju and stood in front of the door of the girl’s restroom as she and player 095 headed over. was young mi her name? you didn’t let your eyes leave hyun ju and for a second, you thought she saw you and your face. you thought her gaze softened and she called out your name. but instead hyun ju protectively had a hand in front of young mi, a girl of small stature and a nervous glint in her eyes. she was pretty. you pursed your lips and stepped aside.

it didn’t take long for the next game to begin. mingle. you were in charge of the slaughter. whoever didn’t have the correct amount of people in a room or weren’t in a room at all were your victims. you aimed your shot and fired at the unfortunate participants who were eliminated. your expression was motionless. you peered into one of the rooms and you saw hyun ju again, panting and her pupils trembling. you wanted to open the door, hug her, tell her it’ll be alright, and go back home together. but you couldn’t. you simply fired the next shot at the man who crawled and wailed in front of you. for once, you were glad that she couldn’t see your face.

she would’ve felt disgusted just like how you do about yourself.

rounds passed and numbers were shouted. each time, as a man or a woman crawled away from you, screaming and teary, you ended them swiftly with a bullet to their throat. and somehow, each time, you were standing in front of the room that hyun ju was in. as if the gods were telling you that you had to admit it one day or else consequences would follow. unfortunately, you weren’t the type to listen to such voices.

then everything got worse when you headed into the space after all doors were locked and your eyes landed on young mi, sobbing quietly in front of the door. you could hear hyun ju’s desperate screams as you aimed at young mi. your finger trembled. couldn’t you somehow maybe save her? just aim at her leg and tell her to stay quiet. just somehow—

you froze as the other guards fired at young mi. she didn’t even yell out in pain. she just silently slid down to the ground and fell. you lowered your gun. your pupils trembled as you imagined hyun ju’s expression. you knew how close she was to young mi. and you couldn’t do anything.

when the other guard slapped your back and gave you a look through the mask that said what’re you doing, you finally snapped back into reality and headed back to await for the next round.

before you even knew it, mingle was over. the lakes that swirled in your eyes glistened excitedly as you saw hyun ju now vote to leave, but then your pupils thinned in fear. even if there were people who wanted to leave, majority vote said that they had to stay. hyun ju, you thought to yourself. that was the only thought you had.

after people were announced dead from the brawl in the men’s bathroom, you watched the special round emerge. the lights went out and people with forks and fists were going rogue. you weren’t a part of that group that handled the brawl afterwards, so you weren’t even supposed to be thinking about it. but for some damned reason, you were so worried about hyun ju. you knew she was an ex special forces soldier and she was one of the best fighters you could’ve ever seen in your entire life, but she was kind. she was oddly so kind that you knew it could cost her life.

then, the rebellion bloomed. people from the X side started to pour out from the door and firing at the guards. you were one of the soldiers that barely survived. you gritted your teeth, reloading your gun, and firing at some of the other players. then, you saw her.

hyun ju.

on the other side, promptly ridding almost all of the soldiers that came into her view. you were almost so dazzled by her fierce gaze that you almost got hit. you leaned against the pillar with a racing heart and reddened cheeks. straighten up, [y/n], you told yourself. you did everything to make sure everyone but hyun ju was your target. you needed to talk to her somehow. at least by the end of everything. then you saw her suddenly rush back to the room. you followed pursuit swiftly after instructing the rest of the guards to continue fighting. as you ran up to her with a panting breath, you stared at hyun ju from behind.

you didn’t know why. but you felt as though you had to.

“cho hyun ju,” you called out, your distorted voice tearing through the air. hyun ju stopped in her tracks at the mention of her name, immediately turning and aiming her gun at you. you knew she didn’t have any ammo. you were frankly glad because she would’ve shot you otherwise.

“don’t take another step,” she said coldly, planting her feet to the ground.

“i am not here to hurt you,” you stated. you glanced around and walked up to her slowly, stopping before she could run up and attack you. “why did you join the games?” you asked.

“it’s none of your business,” she said. you pursed your lips—the answer that was expected but still ached. “you’re the same guard from before, yeah? why are you asking these questions? who are you?”

you wanted to simply rip off your mask and laugh, saying it was you the entire time. you wanted to run up to her and hug her tightly, begging her to leave. you wanted to have her look at you with love again. your fingers twitched and the voice in the back of your head screamed take off the mask. but you didn’t.

“hyun ju,” you said, your tone faintly leaking out of the voice changer, “please. just leave.” you heard footsteps rapidly approaching and turned around, trying to stall the rest of the guards before they got to hyun ju. she just stared at your leaving presence with horror and confusion then returned to the dormitory to gain more ammo. you stood still as guards ran past you, heading to the dormitory. once again, you couldn’t ever help her.

the rebellion ended and apparently, the officer saw it. the head square guard with his neat, black outfit saw your act of unneeded kindness. he called you to his room and you followed protocol, entering his office with sweat streaming down your forehead.

“what was that behavior, guard 20?” he coldly asked, his face unchanged from his disappointment. “i’m sorry. i won’t repeat that again,” you spoke. you didn’t know what else to say.

“if i have to catch you interacting with the players in a more than necessary manner again, i will deal with it accordingly,” he stood up from his seat and clenched a grip firmly on your shoulder as he whispered, “do not mess the games up.”

you didn’t care about the games. you only cared about hyun ju.

—

even as young adults, you and hyun ju were practically the closest of best friends ever since high school. you met her in 11th grade, graduated together, and became roommates as soon as you entered college together. she wasn’t loud or extroverted, but she was soft and gentle. she always hug you with warmth. she always stared at you like you meant more than you would ever know. she always had that glint in her eyes that made you wonder if she wanted to be more than the current relationship you carried with her.

hyun ju was never just a friend to you. she was the one that made you overthink everything. every bit of her smile, words, twitch of fingers, touch, and presence made you wonder if she loved you back. this was before her transition.

but even after she confessed about her gender, your feelings were firm. you still loved her. but the shock of the fact that the person you saw as your best friend and one of the most important men in your life held such a secret from you and felt insecure about it. you didn’t stare at her in shock that night because you were disgusted. you stared at her in shock because you realized that she was genuinely too scared to tell you. her best friend. the person that loved her from the start.

that was almost half a year ago. now, you were just a forgotten friend. but to you, she was everything.

—

the rebellion ended and the human chandelier was displayed. you gritted your teeth in fury and disgust. is this what they called humanity?

you saw how lost hyun ju was behind her eyes—her irises were dulled and lost its light. she couldn’t even think properly. you blamed yourself for that. you wanted to just tell her that everything was going to be okay because the two of you were going to escape together. but you couldn’t. not with the officer watching over you with the threat that hung above your head like a carrot on a stick. you were just a mule that was utilized by the front man and the officer to haul the burdens of human sin. just so they wouldn’t have to do the bloody work themselves.

you couldn’t help hyun ju anymore. finally, the hide and seek game came into view. you already knew about the game beforehand and frankly, you hoped hyun ju would become a seeker. you knew she would almost immediately win with a safe pass. but as the blue ball rolled into her hands, you just prayed she could fight through it. you knew hyun ju. she wasn’t weak. but you were still terrified.

hyun ju ended up teaming with the pregnant girl and the old woman. you bit your inner cheek. you didn’t wanna call them burdens, but you knew that they were a part of the reason why hyun ju wouldn’t be able to simply zoom past these puzzles. nevertheless, you were hopeful. that was hyun ju—she was always too nice and generous. she never put herself first for some damn reason. she just had to be kind.

that’s how she was too back when you two were roommates. always offering the first bite to you when she bought the food. always sleeping on the couch if you fainted first on the bed, sprawled out and exhausted. always letting you pick the movies to watch during the weekends. she never dictated over you. you loved and hated that about her.

you didn’t say anything as the game time counted down. you grew anxious as the sound “player 120 pass” didn’t resonate into the space for a while. you tapped your feet and clenched your fist until the other guard next to you had to hiss at you, warning you to shut up unless you wanted to be punched to silence. that didn’t help your anxiety though.

then after a while, you heard it.

“player 120” you gasped “eliminated.”

by then, you dropped the gun you were holding onto the ground and your skin paled. the other guards side eyed you or asked what the hell was wrong with you, but you didn’t respond. you couldn’t hear anything other than the word “eliminated” echoing into your ears. you kept whispering, “hyun ju … hyun ju … hyun ju …” under your breath as if it was a curse sent by the deities. was it hyun ju or her death that was your curse? perhaps it was both. the gods sent down a saint to remind you of your cruel humane instincts and the gods took her back again to remind you of the fact that you didn’t deserve her.

6 months and all you could tell her was to leave. even if it was for a good cause, your last statement to her was leave. or was it “what are you talking about, hyun ju?” the ridiculous words you accidentally spewed out of shock and surprise when hyun ju came out to you. the last words that were said directly to her.

what could you say? you knew she could’ve survived. and you couldn’t blame anyone. you only blamed yourself. if only you convinced her to vote to leave. if only you actually told her that you were you and helped her escape. if only the voice in the back of your head was a bit louder.

as the games ended and the other guards rushed in to kill the rest of the seekers who couldn’t escape, you rushed in to find hyun ju. to find her corpse. and when you arrived, you had no weapon. your hood was down from the rushed pace you were running in. you stared at hyun ju, laying face down near the door of a small room, and a wound leaking now dried blood from her back.

you fucking nice asshole, you thought to yourself, kneeling next to her head and slowly reaching out with trembling fingers. you softly rubbed her cheek, hoping to feel warmth. your fingers touched just under her chin, hoping to sense a pulse. you muttered please so many times that you forgot your role and you prayed so desperately that you questioned if it was even God you were praying to. you just did it over and over and over.

the warmth was absent and the pulse was muted. you removed your mask, uncaring of the consequences. you could see hyun ju’s deceased, open eyed corpse as if it was a museum display. you fell forward, hugging her body, weeping loudly as your cries echoed into the lifeless maze, and your tears stained her face. your throat was raw and human. you screamed with your real voice, not the artificial one that hid behind a mask. you just violently cried, begging to have the one woman who didn’t deserve it to be alive once more. to listen to you apologize. to listen to you plead for forgiveness.

the other guard witnessed your tragedy. you heard no click. you heard no bang. you just heard your own cries as everything faded to black. was it better that you were staring at hyun ju til your last gaze? or did it worsen your guilt as your echoing cries were the last thing that your auditory senses caught before it faded to dust? say something hyun ju, your breath slowed, tell me that you hate me. she couldn’t; dead or alive, you knew she couldn’t.

that was who hyun ju was.

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[gamblersdoll]

heybae i got a request that’s been on my mind 😩 so like, imagine mha pro-hero boys s/o wearing pheromone perfume for their date and them not being able to get it together 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

+ their s/o being clueless to why theyre acting like that🗣️

teasing, heavy smut intended themes, grinding, groping, light shocking, mind control , daddy kink. denki, kirishima, izuku, bakugou, shinso

izuku had the best smell ever, sure you rolled it on your neck and wore the dress that he loves— and it only smells like shortcake to the naked eye and nose, but for him? you smelled different, his arks wrapping around your torso and nose buried into your neck.

“smells good.. which one is this?” he mumbled in your skin, softly nibbling at the flesh until you responded. “you best answer quickly—“

“its a new one, zuk.” you giggle, trying to pull away and look alright for the eyes of the public. what you worry is if izuku was all over you, would his rankings drop?

“well i gathered that, baby.” he sarcastically says, a hand on your thighs and he grips— hard. “we wont be out here for much longer, ‘kay?”

“we just got here… why do you wanna leave so early?”

bakugou knows of the pheromone perfume that went viral, yet he doesnt know what it smells like exactly. all he smells on you is something savory in his nose, even if it was sweet. “nope.”

“no what?” you innocently ask, leaning against his shoulder and holding his hand. you know he smells it, his knee bouncing when he gets nervous or aroused.

“you know fuckin’ what, brat.” he growled to you, trying his best to keep his composure and not eat you up here— because thats all hes thinking about. “you wore the good smelling perfume you got, and you know damn well you smell too good.”

“what perfume? most of the perfumes i have are mists or oils.” you giggle, putting a hand on his knee.

“you better move your hand or im going to fuck you up.” he deadpans, his hand gripping your hip and sliding up to the side of your breast. “if yer’ gonna play dumb, fine— but let’s remember i dont care about fuckin’ in public.” he reminds.

denki just shifts all the time, pulling his sweats or jeans down and hes got a fist on this lap, every now and again hes softly punching his lap when youre not looking (he does this because ‘it helps the boner go away.’)

“you okay, honey?” you asked, holding his hand and kissing his cheek, he never not responds, but he feels like hell when you get so much closer.

he tilts his head back away from your face, watching his adams apple bob when he swallows. you get into his lap, he groaning and putting his hands on your hips. “denkiiiiiii, whats the matter, baby?”

“we gon’ fuckin fight.” he looks to you through his lower eyelids. “you got that phe-pheromone shit, didnt you?” your core tightens, his voice becoming deeper when he keeps his head back.

“what for? im not even wearing perfume.” you giggle, cradling him and having each leg on his side.

“oh, so im delusional?” he shoots his eyes to your face, hands groping your breasts pulling the shirt and licking his lips. “if you think im delusional, say that.”

“kaminari— we in public!” you whisper shout, trying to move his hands but he swats you away.

“oh, nowww we’re in public?” he dramatically says, tilting his head back up and sucking on your collarbone. “always touchin me and shit.. now im going to touch you, mama.”

you hiccup, a whimper from your throat and he presses his hips up against your heated folds. “kami—“

“fuck, smell so good, sweet thing..” he growls, taking his finger and a small zap hits your thigh. “hehe, feels good, doesnt it?” he asks, licking his hickey that he left on you. “finally got cher’ zing, ma.”

kirishima is a mutt, anything that smells good on you, he bites and drools on your skin to see what smells good. usually he would try and do that— but this time he had to keep his hands to himself. “pleasepleasepleaseplease..”

“hm?” you turn, peering your eyes away from the movie.

“please let me bite you, please beautiful. promise i wont bite so hard again, i swear.” he whines, getting closer to you in the movie theater seats. “you smell so good, pretty please?

“i smell good ?” you question, him shaking his head yes fast and he reaches in for a bite, but you pull away. “what do i smell like, kir?”

he pauses, not really knowing how to describe the scent, but he swallows thickly. “.. i dont know how to describe it.” he whines, pressing his hands on his lap and he groans. “please, just one bite.”

“if you cant tell me what i smell like, do you think you deserve it?” you tease, getting a little mean with him and he pouts.

“you smell like pears.”

“still not getting one.”

shinso has stolen your perfume before and tested it on himself, but he didnt realize you had also worn it around him. it makes sense, one day on a coffee date you both get stares from people around you.

“do you have something on you?” he asks, drinking his own hot coffee versus your frozen. “i can know when you’re lying.”

“mmm..” you hum, slurping through the straw and looking away.

“princess,” he says, activating his quirk and having a hand on your thigh. “are you wearing that perfume that got you ravaged last time?”

“yes.” you say, feeling his quirk disappear and bite your lip. damnit all, and his stupid manipulative quirk. “you dont have to always use your quirk on me, meanie.”

“you like when i do though, princess. especially when i have you tell me how you want to get fucked.”

“shinso— in public!” you remind, him shrugging and smirking to you. “keep your voice down at least!”

he gets into your ear, a hand on your tummy. “do i have to remind you who your talking to?” he warns, watching your head shake no. “oh, because what i think is you’ve forgotten who i am.” you try to open your mouth, but he clicks his tongue. “whats my name again?”

“sir.”

“no, no, no..” he coos, a hand in your hair and his fingers scratch your scalp— a warning he might pull your hair. “whats my name , or do i have to have another session with remembrance?”

“daddy.” you mumble, a heat to your face and you turn your head away. “youre a fuckin perv.”

[imraespace]

I LOVE READING UR BLUE LOCK TEXTS, ITS ACTUALLY SO NICE AND FUNNY BUT THIS IS A REQUEST. I’VE SEEN U MAKE S/O WITH DIFFERENT SPORTS AND HOBBIES SO I WANNA ASK IF U CAN MAKE ONE WITH BADMINTON😭 NO ONE TALKS ABOUT BADMINTON AND HOW HARD IT IS.

CAN U DO ONE WHERE THEY GO TO SEE Y/N’S BADMINTON TOURNAMENT AND GET SHOCKED AT HOW FAST AND HARD IT LOOKS.

IF U MAKE THAT FOR ME THEN I WILL LITERALLY GIVE YOU MY SOUL. PLEASEEEE IM BEGGING😭😔☹️

SMACK THE BIRDIE! - you're a badminton player

THIS includes : texts genre: crack NOTE: YES OMG BADMINTON IS SO DARN HARD i had to play it in my previous grade for pe AND I COULDNT EVEN HIT THE DAMN BIRDIE I THREW IT IN THE AIR WAITING FOR IT TO FALL ONLY FOR MY TEACHER TO SAY IT FELL BEHIND ME.. i said nvm and went by the benches..😕

PAIRINGS: ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, AIKU, CHIGIRI

IMRAESPACE masterlist

[paigebueckersmommy]

maybe not enemies pt.1 - p.b

paige bueckers x fem!roomate! reader

warnings: enemies to lovers, drinking, mean paige kinda?, 1st person

a/n: i am well aware the team rooms togther but act like they don’t for this fic 🥰 also i hate this with every bone in my body.

you and paige had met briefly a few times. all you knew was you two weren’t into the same things.

it was the start of my senior year of college, and i had always taken my academics seriously, but i needed to take them more serious this year, and geting roomed with the schools biggest party animal, caused problems.

i began unpacking the suit case on my bed, waiting for my roomate to arrive. they sent an email with dorm assignments, which your roomate obviously hadn’t seen.

when i heard the door open, i snapped head. “fuck.” you heard a attractive voice say, which you didn’t wanna admit was attractive. “i’m not happy about this either.” you say making eye contact with the blonde.

“how’d you know?” paige says setting stuff down on her bed, “they sent an email.” i say looking back at my stuff.

“well, the best way to handle being roomed with the most boring person on earth, is if we agree to not talk unless it’s needed.” paige said, with an look of annoyance on her face. “agreeed, just please don’t be loud.” you say rolling your eyes, “k.”

time skip to a couple months later

you could tell paige was a little confused by your style when she mostly only ever saw you wearing hoodies, sweatpants and leggings, but tonight was diffrent.

you were standing infront of the mirror on a saturday night, putting lipgloss on. wearing a mini skirt and a mesh long sleeve, a black lacey bra underneath.

“where you going? shouldn’t you be studying or sum shit.” paige said looking you up and down from her bed. “why would it matter to you? but for your infortntion i’m going to a bar with my friends.” i say, looking back at her.

“oh my god!!! she has friends everyone!!” paige says acting suprised, not very good acting. “just because i care about my academics more than you doesn’t make me a nerd.”

“oh please, admit you’re just stating and don’t have any friends.” paige says cocking her head, when jsut then you heard a knock on your door. you opened it, your friends head peaking thru the door. “you almost rea- hey. wanna come?” your friend says, making eye contact with paige mid sentence.

“oh? inviting me? fuck it, yea lemme get dressed.”

you step out of your dorm room, shocked by the interaction. “damn. she barley talks to me i don’t know why she’d wanna come out with-“ you stopped mid sentence when paige walked out of your dorm. she was wearing white pants and a pink crop top, you had only ever seen her wear basketball gear so you were a little shocked at this.

“mm.. she knows how to dress everyone.” you say matching paige’s pace in the hallway as two of your friends were a little in front of you.

“oh i know your not talking. this is the 3rd time ive ever seen you not wear a hoodie. probobly why you don’t have a boyfriend yet.”

“b-boyfriend? i’m sorry, what makes you think i like men?” you say crooking your head words paige, curious. “o-oh i’m sorry, i just-“

“your good. i get a lot that i look straight.. but im lesbian.” you say with a soft smile making eye contact with paige, as you realize she’s also smiling.

“hm. good to know.” paige says, looking your outfit up and down, and that’s whe your mind began spinning.

did i like paige? was she trying to tell me something? were we, not enemies?

you put those thoughts to the side as you reached the doors of the bar. it was a saturday night, so it was crowded but not as crowded as it is on fridays. you, paige and your two friends found spots at the bar, paige sitting next to you as she ordered a round of shots for you two without even asking what you wanted.

“oh? thank you? your not being mean to me for once?” you say out of confusion before downing the shot. “mmm. you don’t look half as bad tonight.”

“could say the same about you.”

pt 2 soon!!!

[hyuniemyunie]

Can I get a reaction of Reigen arataka to finding out his s/o Can pole dance, his reaction etc. i have a feeling he’d want to try it after hearing someone he know does it lmao

Slippin’ and Slidin’ (and Dying of Embarrassment)

reigen arataka x gn reader

sfw

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(ФωФ): fluff, established relationship, HES TRYING HIS BEST.

(im emptying my inbox🙏)

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･

ᯓ★ The moment you casually drop the fact that you can pole dance, Reigen does a double take so hard you think he might get whiplash. "You can what now?"

ᯓ★ He blinks a few times, opens his mouth, then closes it. You can see his brain short-circuiting. He wasn’t expecting this information, and now his entire perception of you is shifting.

ᯓ★ "Oh, yeah, no, totally. Of course, you can. Makes sense. Pole dancing takes a lot of, uh—strength! And coordination! And, uh… did I mention strength?" He’s absolutely stalling because his brain is still catching up.

ᯓ★ Once he gets past the initial shock, he starts getting really into asking you about it. "Wait, hold on, how long have you been doing this? How did you even start? Can you do those crazy spins???"

ᯓ★ After hearing about how difficult it is and how much skill it takes, he immediately decides he also wants to try it. "I mean, how hard can it be, right?" (Famous last words.)

---

You had never seen someone go through all five stages of grief as quickly as Reigen did after grabbing onto the pole for the first time.

"Okay, okay, just—just give me a second," he muttered, gripping the pole with a confidence he absolutely did not have. He bounced on the balls of his feet, psyching himself up like he was about to do something heroic.

You stood a safe distance away, arms crossed, watching the disaster unfold. "You sure about this?"

"Of course!" he scoffed. "Listen, I might not be professionally trained, but I’ve got a solid core! I used to do martial arts, you know!"

That was the moment you knew he was doomed.

With a determined huff, Reigen jumped—and instantly regretted everything.

The squeak of his hands slipping against the pole was loud. His legs flailed wildly as he tried to swing himself around, but instead of looking like the graceful performer he imagined, he resembled a fish out of water desperately trying to escape a hook.

"Oh—oh god—why is this so—hngh—hard?!" he wheezed, his arms already trembling from the sheer effort of holding himself up.

You had to bite your lip to keep from laughing. "You good?"

"DO I LOOK GOOD?!"

No. No, he did not.

Despite his valiant effort, gravity won the battle in mere seconds. With a final unceremonious slip, Reigen slid down the pole in slow-motion defeat, his feet finally hitting the ground with an awkward thud. He clung to the pole for a moment, panting, forehead resting against the metal like it had personally betrayed him.

You stepped closer, grinning. "So, still think it’s easy?"

Reigen groaned dramatically, peeling himself off the pole. "Okay, fine, maybe it's a little harder than it looks."

"A little?"

"A lot," he admitted, rubbing his sore arms. Then, with a theatrical sigh, he flopped onto the floor. "Y'know what? I think I’m gonna leave the pole-dancing expertise to you. I’ll just… admire from afar. Safely. With both feet on the ground."

You laughed, kneeling beside him. "Proud of you for trying, though."

"Please tell me you didn’t record that."

You just smiled.

"...You did, didn't you?"

"Yup."

"God damn it."

---

You weren’t expecting to walk into this.

When you came home, you thought—at worst—maybe Reigen had left the kitchen a mess, or at best, he was passed out on the couch after a long day of scamming—I mean, freelancing. What you didn’t expect was to hear grunts and muffled curses coming from the other room, followed by an alarming series of thuds and a very loud, "Oh, you son of a—!"

Immediately, you rushed toward the noise, half-expecting to find him fighting off a ghost (or more realistically, wrestling with a piece of furniture). But when you threw open the door—

Oh.

Oh my god.

Reigen. On a pole.

Well, more accurately—Reigen attempting to be on a pole.

Your brain took a second to fully register the sight in front of you. He was gripping the pole for dear life, his legs wrapped around it in the worst possible way, as if he had attempted some kind of spin but then completely lost control halfway through. His body was twisted at an awkward angle, like a cat that had fallen mid-jump and was trying to play it off. His dress shirt was half-untucked, sleeves rolled up, hair everywhere, and the sheer concentration on his face was both impressive and deeply, deeply concerning.

Neither of you spoke.

You simply stood there, staring.

He simply clung, breathing hard, looking like a man who had been caught in the middle of a crime.

"...What," you finally said, voice flat, "the hell am I looking at?"

Reigen froze. His pupils shrank. Beads of sweat rolled down his temple. You could see the calculations running through his head at lightning speed, his mouth opening and closing as he desperately tried to think of an excuse.

"...Would you believe me if I said I was possessed?"

You squinted. "No."

"Right, okay. Uh. Well." He coughed, awkwardly shifting his grip, which only made things worse. His foot slipped, and he let out a very undignified yelp before frantically clutching the pole like his life depended on it.

You watched this unfold with an unreadable expression. "You do realize you’re just making it worse, right?"

"I’m aware, thank you," he grumbled, attempting to right himself. It didn’t work. If anything, it only succeeded in making him slide further down in slow-motion defeat, ending in him sprawled on the floor in a heap of exhaustion.

There was another long pause.

Then you clapped.

Reigen groaned, covering his face. "Please stop."

"No, no, don’t mind me," you said, smirking. "Go on, Superstar, show me your moves."

Reigen groaned again, louder this time, dragging a hand down his face. "God, I was really hoping you wouldn't walk in on this."

"Yeah, well, life’s full of disappointments." You crossed your arms. "So. Wanna explain why exactly you were trying to seduce an invisible audience in our living room?"

"I WASN’T TRYING TO SEDUCE ANYONE—" He stopped mid-rant, sighing dramatically before sitting up and dusting himself off. "Look, I just… I heard you talking about it the other day, and, you know…" He gestured vaguely. "I figured, how hard could it be?"

"Ah," you said knowingly. "So you were trying to impress me."

Reigen sputtered. "Wha—No—I was just—for science—!"

"For science," you echoed, unimpressed.

"Yes!" He pointed at you. "Because I’m a supportive partner who believes in understanding his significant other’s interests! And, uh—" He rubbed the back of his neck. "Turns out it’s a lot harder than it looks."

You snorted. "Yeah, no shit."

Reigen scowled. "Alright, alright, laugh it up, why don’t you—"

"Oh, don’t worry, I am."

"—But for real, how the hell do you make it look so easy?" He groaned, stretching out his sore limbs. "I feel like I just got jumped by a metal pipe."

You shrugged. "Skill. Strength. Years of experience. Also, y'know—not flailing like a dying fish."

He grumbled something under his breath but didn’t argue. Instead, he sighed, leaning back on his hands. "So, uh… how bad did I look?"

You considered this. "On a scale from one to train wreck?"

Reigen gave you a deadpan look. "Don’t answer that."

"Okay, okay, in all seriousness," you said, grinning. "It wasn’t that bad for a first try. You at least managed to get on the pole. Kinda."

"Thanks. I think."

You offered him a hand. He took it, letting you pull him up.

"Tell you what," you said. "If you really wanna learn, I can actually teach you."

Reigen hesitated, rubbing his sore shoulder. "That’s, uh… tempting, but I don’t know if my dignity can take another hit."

"Oh, come on," you teased. "What happened to being a supportive partner who understands his significant other’s interests?"

His eye twitched. "I walked right into that one."

"Yep."

He groaned, but after a moment, he sighed. "Fine, fine. But if I end up in the hospital, you're explaining it to the doctor."

"Deal."

Reigen stretched again, wincing. "First things first, though… I need some damn water."

"And I need to delete the security footage before you realize I saved it."

"Wait, what—"

You patted his shoulder. "Nothing. Love you!"

Reigen stared at you, squinting in suspicion. "...I don't trust you."

"Good instincts."

[thinkingotherwise]

hi hii, im honestly a little curious of this particular prompt but how would the bofurin boys(any of your choosing) + togame and/or chijo, tried a period cramp simulator? Prompted by their s/o or just to see their pain tolerance

A very intriguing prompt - I'm in.

It's about period, so I'd say reader has period or had

Period Pain Simulator with Toma Hiiragi, Jo Togame, Taiga Tsugeura, Choji Tomiyama, Akihiko Nirei

Toma Hiiragi

He would be a little unsure and hesitant to try it, aware of how painful it could get. He had his stomach aches already and they brought him some agony, he knew it wouldn't be comparable to the period cramps but damn he didn't really expect that.

The first few settings were quite easy, a little biting pain that he could easily take but when you put the simulation's power higher and higher he bent in half and hissed while holding his stomach.

"Oh shoot, and people live with that." He tried not to curse as he bit his lip trying to hold on to the pain and straighten himself.

He sent you a look of disbelief and respect, he couldn't believe you went through that every month. He got to know how hard it could be to function for you and from now on he was always carrying not only his medicine but also some pain relief for the cramps as well.

Surprisingly he took the most pain, going to the highest level on the simulator. Maybe he was toughened because of his frequent stomach pains.

Jo Togame

He always thought you were joking when you squirmed during your period. Even then, he did try to comply with your wishes and get you whatever it was you needed. He just wasn't convinced it could be so hurtful that you weren't able to move from your bed.

Yet, as soon as he felt the machine start he believed you. The pain went through his body making his leg cramp and he tightened his hold around his thigh as you turned up the level.

"Fuck, it hurts like hell." He groaned out through his gritted teeth.

You sent him a smirk saying 'told you so' and he just glared at you as you sat there with a wide grin watching him suffering.

He made it to the max level just to make sure you wouldn't tease him later on and to be able to truly understand your struggles. After all this pain he would let you lay in bed all the time you needed.

Taiga Tsugeura

He thought that because of his daily training, he might not feel much pain. He had some cramps as effect of exercising but when it came to using the sim he was shocked that it hurt him so much.

His abdominal muscles never pained that much and although he tried not to let it show, he couldn't hide the dismay painting on his face. When he deemed that he wasn't really able to go all the way to the max level you turn the simulator off and he sighed in relief.

"Your pain tolerance must be way higher than mine." Because of the test, he found a new wave of appreciation and amazement in your pain acceptance levels. The prince(ss) treatment he already gave you doubled if it was possible whenever you had a period.

Choji Tomiyama

Similar to Taiga but not really.

Honestly, he would think that it wouldn't be that hard because he fought and was somehow resistant to the pain. He would think it would be easy but surprisingly he twisted and squirmed as soon as you put it on.

When the power reached halfway he couldn't believe you took it all on a monthly basis. He was talking and talking about how much it hurt and how was it possible that something like period really existed and hurt like hell. He thought that yapping away would help him take all this but it didn't he was squirming on the couch kicking his legs around.

You stopped because you saw that he couldn't take it, and honestly, all his talking was getting to you.

"We're gonna do it again." He said confirming that he would like to try again after some time. Because he couldn't let you be the only one to feel this level of pain.

Akihiko Nirei

He was scared to try it but you said that he could stop whenever he felt like it and that you really didn't want to hurt him and it was alright.

When he finally agreed and you started he yelped as soon as the first electric wave was sent. Just a few levels later he knew it was already his limit. He really wasn't used to this and he couldn't imagine you experiencing such pain and function.

He kicked out his leg and crumbled to the ground in pain. You decided to stop it because you couldn't watch him hurt anymore. He had tears in his eyes because of the pain and started apologizing to you for what you felt.

"Are you feeling well? I've got your preferred meds here." He had a whole ass kit for period with everything that you might need including some medicine that should help with the pain.

[reddesires]

Imagine our boys when their S/O sneezes but not that quiet sneeze, its like the dad sneeze like my soul leaves my body, i think im dying kind of dad sneeze 😭 and then their S/O just looks at them being confused of their weird stares 💀

A/N: I love them. They're goofy in their own individualistic ways. Honestly, I feel they have such vast differences in their personalities that it's really funny to me when you think about their reactions in different kind of situations. This was definitely a favorite of mine.

Caesar:

Mf gives you the side eye. Nothing is said as you look at him with a straight face while he still stares at you from the corner of his eye. Why tf is he even looking at you like that?

"Don't even look at me, you know for damn sure that your folks sneezed too." he slowly looks at you head on. "You sneeze too alike to them. " Your jaw drops at the implication. Be so forreal right now! Is he suggesting that you sneeze like a grown man?!

The horror and offense clear on your face as Caesar goes back to his task, yeah no there's no way you're allowing that kind of disrespect as you jump him from behind. "Take that back fucker!"

Noa:

Noa tries his hardest to hold back the holler of laughter trying to escape him, snot shooting out his nostrils from the effort. You scream in shock and disgust.

"Noa! Ew!" You yell scurrying from beside him, hooting laughter racking through his body "you sneeze like the Elders" You gasp in embarrassed  offense, that was an insult to another plain, between you and the trio, being compared to the Elders there was nothing worse.

You jump up to storm off in the opposite direction of him, determined to get away from him, but he's already chasing after you "No Echo! Don't go!" He's struggling from the amused huffs plaguing him and trying to catch his breath as he throws himself onto your back, your body crumbling from his weight. "Get off, you stinky monkey!"

Blue Eyes:

Poor baby jumps in shock at the booming noise that escaped you, his head slowly turning in your direction as you innocently look at him, your wide doe looking eyes gazing back him. Nothing is said as you two stare back at each other. He bewilderedly looks around before signing at you.

"Was.. that you?" You scrunch your eyebrows in feign confusion at his question."What was me?" He frowns his chin jutting into his neck, the furrow in his brow showing his clear perplexity, you stifle a laugh as you watch him question himself.

Koba:

As soon as the sneeze is out of you, Koba smacks the shit out of you, your head ducking at the force of his palm, you immediately hold the back of your head.

"What the fuck was that for Koba?!" You yell, rubbing the spot his hard ass hand landed upon. "Shut up" he says nonchalantly a shit eating smirk sitting on his face, bruh as if you could control a natural bodily function.

What did you do to deserve this disrespect? You grumble as you massage your sore spot, the glare he directs your way, only making you throw the middle finger at him. "Mean ass fucker."

[sungiepark]

how would the seventeen members react to their significant other having nipple piercings? i have mine done and i adore them they make me feel so cute🥰

tysm for requesting ! 'twas planning on writing this thought soon ! looks like you read my mind \^o^/

svt members opinions on nipple piercings

NSFW CONTENT ! MDNI !

seungcheol:

with or without piercings, he is ALWAYS lapping at those bad boys. piercings just add to the fun. he thought you reactions were cute pre-piercings ? afterwards, this man is OBSESSED with your sounds. i mean OBSESSED.

jeonghan:

we all know this dude is a menace. his foreplay is immense, add in the piercings ? just added another 10+ minutes of nipple play. if your tits are not SOAKED in his spit, he would not be able to sleep that night.

joshua:

as i have said and will always say; joshie boy goes BONKERS for some boobs (esp for all my small boob gals out there). when you revealed your newly decorated tits, he almost busted in his tighty whiteys. he def stares at your chest even when it's clothed. boy just can't get the sight out of his mind.

jun:

paegei #1 jun boob enthusiast. his tit pic collection SKYROCKETED after your new piercing. man is feral. his thinking about them while sleeping, while singing, while dancing. his brain has become consumed by the sight. somehow loves cumming on your tits even more, who would've thought ?

soonyoung:

this dude is down bad, are we shocked at how crazy he went over them ??????????? seriously guys, act surprised. again, constantly playing with your boobs. not even in a sexual context. he'll be showing you a video of his latest performance, and his hand just creeps up your shirt. can't blame him though, boobs are boobs.

wonwoo:

be prepared, him playing with your jewellery is definitely becoming his new go-to punishment. he will not move on from your tits till you are shaking and crying (even then he might not move on just yet...) also plays with your nips like he's using his controller IM SORRY.

jihoon:

his jaw drops FOR SURE. tries his damn hardest to not gawk but you can tell how much it affects him from the flush peaking up his neck. in his subby moments, loves suckling on them. twirling the bar in with his tongue, writing his name with the movements LAWD.

minghao:

two words. tit. fucking. HE LOVES TIT FUCKING !!!!! like yeah, he liked it before you got the piercings, but the sight of looking down ???? seeing the jewellery jingling ???? with the movement of his thrusts ????? man loses ALLLLLL of his cool.

mingyu:

like soonyoung, bros hands are LATCHED on. complains if you wear a bra or even a shirt. don't hide his babies from him ??? don't you love him ????? immedietly notices if you change the stud. like im talking the SLIGHTEST change. bro is locked in on the honkers.

seokmin:

bro is ecstatic. jumping for joy kinda ecstatic. definitely pouts when he has to wait for them to heal, but then is always ON TOP of that care. the day he got the all clear to play with your boobs, he was on the verge of tears.

seungkwan:

listen, as much as kwan loves the sight, he is more interested in what you decide to adorn you nipples with. after he gets a taste of what sort of jewellery you take a liking to, he is constantly surprising you with even more. also definitely dropped to his knees when you showed him, the drama queen he is.

vernon:

dude did not think boobs could get any better. titty fucking to the MAX. just twists and flicks at the bar every now and then, just to see what would happen (what did he expect ?). honestly, would not be that shocked if he suddenly wanted to get his done too. vernon likes the looks of it what can he say.

chan:

the second your shirt is off, his eyes are BUGGING out of their sockets. borderline cartoon character ass reaction. you guys will simply be cuddling on the couch and he suddenly remembers you got your nipples pierced and just immediately shoves his head under your shirt and gets to town. bros got a mission.

not proof-read ! lmk if there's any mistakes (づ￣ 3￣)づ

[goryhorroor]

What are some underrated horror films? I have watched all the popular ones and need more! Thanks!

mentally prepare yourself because im ready to give a gumbo list (this has been sitting in my inbox because i had to ask all my friends and this is the list we came up with):

curse of the demon (1957) the serpent and the rainbow (1988) paranoiac (1963) the old dark house (1932) countess dracula (1971) golem (1920) haxan (1968) island of lost souls (1932) mad love (1935) mill of the stone women (1960) the walking dead (1936) the ghoul (1933) tourist trap (1979) the seventh victim (1943) ganja & hess (1973) dead of night (1945) a bay of blood (1971) let's scare jessica to death (1971) alice sweet alice (1976) the deadly spawn (1983) the brain that wouldn't die (1962) all about evil (2010) black roses (1988) the baby (1973) parents (1989) a blade in the dark (1983) blood lake (1987) solo survivor (1984) lemora: a child's tale of supernatural (1973) eyes of fire (1983) epitaph (2007) nightmare city (1980) slugs (1988) death smiles on a murderer (1973) intruder (1989) short night of glass dolls (1971) the children (2008) alone in the dark (1982) end of the line (2007) the queen of spades (1949) the housemaid (1960) tormented (1960) captain clegg (1962) the long hair of death (1964) dark age (1987) the crawling eye (1958) the kindred (1987) the gorgon (1964) wicked city (1987) baba yaga (1973) 976-evil (1988) bliss (2019) decoder (1984) amer (2009) the visitor (1979) day of the animals (1977) leptirica (1973) planet of the vampires (1965) lips of blood (1975) berberian sound studio (2012) a wounded fawn (2022) matango (1963) the mansion of madness (1973) the killing kind (1973) symptoms (1974) morgiana (1972) whispering corridors (1998) dead end (2003) infested (2023) (this just came out but im adding it) triangle (2009) the premonition (1976) you'll like my mother (1972) the mafu cage (1978) white of the eye (1987) mister designer (1987) alison's birthday (1981) the suckling (1990) graveyard shift (1987) messiah of evil (1987) out of the dark (1988) seven footprints to satan (1929) burn witch burn (1962) the damned (1962) pin (1988) horrors of malformed men (1969) mr vampire (1985) the vampire doll (1970) contracted (2013) impetigore (2019) eyeball (1975) malatestas carnival of blood (1973) the witch who came from the sea (1976) i drink your blood (1970) nothing underneath (1985) sauna (2008) seance (2000) come true (2020) the last winter (2006) night tide (1961) the brain (1988) dementia (1955) don't go to sleep (1982) otogirisou (2001) reincarnation (2005) mutant (1984) spookies (1986) shock waves (1977) bloody hell (2020) the den (2013) wer (2013) olivia (1983) enigma (1987) graverobbers (1988) manhattan baby (1982) evil in the woods (1986) death bed: the bed that eats (1977) cathy's curse (1977) creatures from the abyss (1994) the dorm that dripped blood (1982) the witching (1993) madman (1981) vampire's embrace (1991) blood beat (1983) the alien factor (1978) savage weekend (1979) blood sisters (1987) deadly love (1987) playroom (1990) die screaming marianne (1971) pledge night (1990) night train to terror (1985) the devonsville terror (1983) ghostkeeper (1981) special effects (1984) blood feast (163) the child (1977) godmonster of indian flats (1973) blood rage (1980) the unborn (1991) screamtime (1983) the outing (1987) the being (1983) silent madness (1984) lurkers (1988) forver evil (1987) squirm (1976) death screams (1982) jack-o (1995) haunts (1976) a night to dismember (1983) creaturealm: demons wake (1998) the curse (1987) daddy's deadly darling (1973) nightwing (1979) the laughing dead (1989) the severed arm (1973) the orphan (1979) not like us (1995) prime evil (1988) the monstrosity (1987) dark ride (2006) antibirth (2016) iced (1988) the soultangler (1987) twisted nightmare (1987) puffball (2007) biohazard (1985) cameron's closet (1988) beast from haunted cave (1959) the she-creature (1956)

[noemilivv]

HIYA HIYA!!! this is the super energetic bro that u matched with velvette, qnd I was curioussss to requesttttt smthhh (also maybe if u want to easier identify me I could be ✨️anon??)

Ok! SO! ~Imagine~ maybeee that angel has a person he is romantically interested in (reader)

And so reader is ~severely introverted~ and thus, not much is know about them. But! Charlie is leading a art group one day, for like, rehab bc art therapy is super big, and reader is really good at it, and basically drops lore that they where in college to be an art therapist‼️

And so‼️

Maybe angel, seeing this opportunity to get closer, and was like- "ayo want me to model 4 u??👀👀" and reader is like " pls wear clothes this isn't gunna be nude modeling bc I will get super embarrassed" and so basically soft fluff of reader painting angel and getting to know each other and confession

Mayybbee a oneshot?? If ur willing! Nor pressure

Also make sure to take time to urself and rest and eat water and drink food!!!

Lots of love from a silly Lil fan!! :))

hello dear!! ofc you can be ✨ anon, you’re already on my list haha, as i’ve stated in the past, im not amazing at oneshots, but here’s my take on this !

Warnings: Mentions of Nudity, Lazily written (sorryyyy), Pretty short

“Smooth Talker”

Angel Dust x Artist!Reader

After one of Charlie’s…interesting exercises, Vaggie suggests that the group should do therapy art, since y’know, it calms the soul. And Charlie couldn’t be more eager to do so!

The lobby was set up with canvases, paints, brushes, everything you could need!

Unlike most of Charlie’s previous activities, almost everyone was willing to participate, although Husk and Alastor kinda stood off to the side and watched.

Charlie was painting a cartoon version of Razzle and Dazzle, Vaggie was painting a sunset based off of the lesbian flag, Pentious was painting him in his war machine taking over Hell, and Niffty? Eh.. You don’t wanna know..

You on the other hand? Stood in front of your canvas, clueless, “Y’know, I could model for you..” Angel says into your ear.

Your head turned to face him “Sure.” You say nonchalantly before turning back to your canvas.

“Wait really?-”

“Just please keep your clothes on.”

Eventually you had moved your stuff over to the other side of the lobby so Angel could pose on the couch.

He had a soft smirk, as he layed on the couch, his arm propping up his face. Although, he began to get fidgety, messing with his fluff.

“Stop moving.” You said with a soft smile.

Angel kept messing his fluff. “Ange!”

“Gee, sorry!” He said, chuckling, moving his arm back to its original position.

“So uh, how’d you get into all this?” Angel asked as the sketching of your pencil went to a stop and you began actually painting it. “College, back when I was alive I wanted to be an art therapist.” You explained.

“Fitting.” He murmured. For the most part, it was silent, a comforting silence though, the presence of each other was oddly soothing.

“Okay.” You muttered, squiggling your signature down at the bottom of the canvas quickly, “I’m done.” You announce to him, turning the canvas around to show him.

Angel perks up immediately, amazed by your skill, he slowly gets up off the couch to get a closer look. “Damn…” He said, his voice above a whisper, “Can I… Can I keep it?” He asked, hopeful that you might say yes, “Duh.” You giggled.

“For once the smooth talker is shocked, that’s new.” You say with a smirk. “And for once the introvert is talking back, that’s new.” Angel replies, but the usual attitude in his voice isn’t there, his voice is barely above a whisper as his eyes are still entranced with the painting.

You take the painting off the stand and hand it to Angel. You look over to a nearby window notice the sun is setting, despite the red sky still being as clear as day, “It’s getting late, I’m gonna head up to my room.” You say. “Yeah… Me too.”

As you and Angel are both walking to your rooms, you don’t say much, until a voice pipes up, “Y’know, I really owe ya for the painting.” Angel says, still looking at it, “Owe me what?” You ask, as you both arrive at your door.

“A date, maybe.” Angel says, pecking your forehead, “Stop by my room at eight tomorrow, if your interested~”

[sunbleachedfl13s]

Your Alcoholism has Summoned a Vampire

(remmick x fem reader) (part 5/5) (final part!)

BIG TW + cw: very mentally unstable reader, non-glamorizing depictions of add1ction and depression, allusion to drug addiction, remmick is a massive loser, reader is a massive bitch, no mentions of race, angst

a/n: i never really had a super structured plan for this fic but it was sure fun to write. it was a great funnel for my horny ass hyperfixation so that was pretty great. im so so thankful yall have liked this story so much, ill be taking remmick fic requests!!! anyway, hope you like the final chapter lmkk >:)

word count: 2.2k

It is then that you hear a knock at your front door.

Your stomach plummets into the pits of hell.

You must be hearing things.

There was just no way.

You wait, seconds ticking by at a glacial pace, as you lie there, holding your breath tight in your lungs. Not even the crickets dare to break the silence.

Again, knocking cracks through the house. It’s more persistent this time, a desperate sort of staccato.

Your father had a key. He’d taken it with him when he left weeks earlier. So, your midnight visitor could only be one man.

You roll onto your stomach, bruised legs objecting loudly as you crawl on all fours across the kitchen tiles. Groaning, you clumsily stumble to your feet, your vision going spotty and blurred for a moment, before returning to you.

Knocking. More knocking. Echoing through your house from your front door. You stand before it, an uneasy hand hovering over the brass handle.

“Don’t you dare open it.” Your mind screams, “It’s just what he wants.”

You open the door anyway.

And it’s just a man that stands before you.

He isn’t very tall, and he isn’t very charming. Truth be told, he looks a bit worse for wear.

He had a rather nasty black eye, a mess of bruising and broken blood vessels, and a busted up lip. His clothes were filthy, covered in dirt and bloodstains, boots caked in crusted mud. If he smelled bad before, it was nothing compared to how horribly he stunk now. His familiar stench of dust and sulfur had been coupled with pungent notes of damp sweat, sickening as vinegar. His dark hair was a grimy, unwashed mess that stuck to his forehead and poked out at odd angles, as if he’d run his hands through it, and it simply stuck that way. His big sad blue eyes were ringed with exhaustion, yet despite his disheveled appearance, that stupid fucking grin plastered across his face was the same as ever.

He stands on your porch, rocking back and forth awkwardly on the soles of his shoes, just as he had the last time you’d seen him.

“Well hey there,” He says cheerfully.

You could have strangled him.

Maybe it was the weeks your vocal chords had gone without use, or perhaps it was due to the utter shock of the situation that shook you to your core, but whatever the reason, you struggled to string together a coherent sentence. After a few moments of frustrated sputtering, you manage to spit out, “Where’ve you been?” It comes out a little too pleading, a little too desperate, and you immediately wished you kept the door closed.

“Huh?” His eyes widen in genuine confusion, puzzled by the intensity weighing down your words. “I-I jus’ had to skip town fer a bit, got on the wrong side o’ the wrong sorta folks if ya’ catch my drift.” He chuckles, wiping his mouth with the back of his grimy hands. “Those damn Protestants down in Jackson nearly knocked my fuckin’ teeth out. Had to lay low fer bout’ a week or so, jus’ to get 'em off my back.”

“A week?” You scoff, your anger drying up all the words off your tongue. “Is that some kinda joke?”

“Wha-? No, no, whad’ya mean?” His tone was earnest, genuine, like he had no clue what exactly he’d done to piss you off so greatly. Which really, only served to infuriate you further.

“You’ve been gone for a lot longer than just one fuckin’ week,” You rasp, a cruel, miserable laugh bubbling from your throat.

“I have?” His brows scrunch in confusion, before he rubs a hand over his chin with a groan. “Godammit, my hold on time jus’ keeps fuckin’ slippin’, doesn’t it? Comes with the territory, I s’pose. Why?” He looks up at you with a shit-eating grin that stretches far too widely across his face. “Did’ya miss me or somethin’?”

Your skin crawls as your stomach flips over, betraying your minds pleading demand for apathy. No, you steady yourself, you couldn’t. You weren’t playing this fucking game with him. He’d made a complete fool out of you, and what’s worse, he obviously couldn’t care less. But that wasn’t his fault, you think. No, how could you possibly blame him? He wasn’t even human. Of course your silly feelings would be the last of his priorities. He was a creature born purely to consume. Nothing but a ravenous appetite wearing the skin of a man. And you were the one to blame for deluding yourself into thinking he was more than that.

Your eyes flit over to the record lying on the floor just outside the eyeline of the doorway. The same one he’d wanted so badly all those weeks ago. 

That’s all he wanted from this sad house.

With a quick bend down, you snap back up holding it, and toss it across the threshold toward him. He barely catches it in time, and looks visibly startled by the sudden change of subject. “That’s what’cha came for, isn’t it?” You drawl coldly.

He turns the record over in his hands, and peers down at its label. Sure enough, it’s written in Irish. A more genuine grin creeps across his face as he examines it, any prior thoughts he had overtaken by pure excitement. “Yeah, I-”

“Well then take it.” You snap, words clipped with an icy restraint. “And you best be gettin’ off my porch.”

He looks back at you, a bit confused at first. But then he fully takes in your appearance for the first time that night. And once he stopped to notice, he saw that you looked about as ragged as he did.

Your hair was a tangled mess, you reeked of bile and liquor, and your manic eyes seemed almost sunken into your face. In fact, your whole skeleton had become a lot more visible since the last time he’d seen you. You were sick, that much was obvious, but he realized it wasn’t in the traditional sense. You were the one killing yourself. And now, both of you knew it.

He pauses for a moment, mulling over the right words to say. He knew he had to tread wisely with you. Finally, after a disgustingly tense silence, he speaks.

“Look, I’m sorry. I-” He stops himself, fighting the violent urge to make half-assed excuses to defend himself. That tactic might work with most, but he knew it wouldn’t fly with you. You could tell when he was bullshitting. “I’m sorry.”

His apology throws you off for a second, but you regain your footing easily enough. “Well ‘ya shouldn’t be. I don’t need ’yer apology.”

You can’t quite place his stony expression as he stares back at you. It isn’t quite as frustrating as pity, but it still pools sticky puddles of guilt within your stomach.

No. You stop yourself before your empathy gets the better of you. He’s just a man. You couldn’t trust a word he said. After all, even the men that didn’t grow fangs were driven solely by their insatiable appetites. In fact, what was he if not the final evolution of his species? Selfish, greedy, starving. Stinking, filthy creatures, salivating at whatever meal they fancied. You’d done this dance with him before, so perhaps he thinks you’ve gotten dizzy, let down your guard. Well he would be mistaken.

“Have ‘ya been all on yer own out here? This whole time?”

You jut your chin out at him and stick your thumb behind you. “My dad’s sleepin’ over in the next room.”

“Now, see, I know yer lyin’.”

This throws you off, and you raise an eyebrow. “And how d’you know that?”

He looks at you, face void of the usual unserious veneer, and says plainly, “Your father, I mean. I saw him. Bouta’ week ago. Way down south near the gulf. He was- ah,” he pauses, shaking his head, “Comin’ outta a-...a-” He struggles to find a less crass way to word the scenario, to no avail.

“A what?” You snap, exasperated.

“A whorehouse.”

His words don’t surprise you, so you find it a bit odd that they strike you so deeply. They were good as truth, confirming every bitter realization you’d had about your father. Or rather, the man your father had let himself become.

You look at him, blinking back the hot mist welling in your eyes. You grin, and chuckle bitterly. “Did’ya go in and say hi?”

“Naw, that ain’t my kinda crowd.” He flashes his teeth at you, back to his usual cheeky smirk. 

“Yeah, I reckon they’d be scrubbin’ dirt stains outta the bedsheets for weeks if they let you in.”

“Woah now,” He raises his hands in mock defense. “Dont’cha think this is ‘bit of a “pot callin’ the kettle black” sorta’ situation?”

“Yer really gonna stand there and call me dirty on my own goddamn porch?”

“Well, I won’t hafta keep standin’ here all night if ya’d just let me in.”

“Let you- in?” His request throws you for a loop. “Why?”

“I- well…look, it just kills me to see ‘ya like this. This shit ‘ain’t livin’,” He gestures to the clear evidence of your drunken bender beyond the threshold of the door. “Not really. But I can show you what living really fuckin’ is.” He grins, raising his eyebrows. “And, well, also,” He wipes the spit congealing in the corner of his mouth sloppily. “I’m real fuckin’ hungry.” His voice comes out in a rasp, deep and guttural, like a starving animal. 

“Yeah, figures. When are you not?” 

His eyes widen in defense. “N-No, it’s not that, jus’ I-”

“Go find another piece of meat. I’m sure there are fuckin’ plenty.” You grip the door handle to swing it closed.

He nearly throws himself against the door in desperation. “NO! Wait! I- jus’ hear me out fer one-” His fingers, now long jagged claws, find purchase and wrap around your door, holding it open by mere inches. His eyes are pleading, begging, as he gazes up at you.

“Jus’ give me a minute, alright? That’s all I’m askin’.”

You pause, holding the door part way open, and groan. “Fine. One minute. Shoot.”

“Have ‘ya noticed you haven’t felt good since?”

“Wha-” You sputter, “What'd ya mean?” You knew very well what he meant, and it confirmed your horrifying suspicions. It wasn’t just his face that made you miss him this much. No, if anything, what you’d been experiencing for the past few weeks felt like withdrawal. A desperate, ugly craving you couldn’t shake, couldn’t drown in booze. There was only one way to satiate your hunger. 

“Y’know, since that little trip ‘ya had last time I came ‘round these parts. For someone like you, y’know, living, it’ll be the best moment o’ yer fuckin’ life. And try as you might, you’ll never feel that good again. Long as yer hearts still beatin’, that is. But,” His gleaming eyes bore into your soul. “That’s a problem I sure know how to solve.”

You pause, standing there with the door halfway closed on him. You can't bring yourself to look him in the eye. Something about his face made you much more forgiving. Which would just made it easier for a parasite as slippery as he to slip through the cracks.

You want to close the door. You need to close the door. But you can’t. Opposite forces from both directions tug on your sleeve, canceling each other out, leaving you frozen in indecision.

“Darlin’ I promise,” He looks at you, razor fangs dripping spit, glinting in the dim glow of the porchlight. “It’ll only hurt if ‘ya want it to.”

Come next summer, you'll meet your demise. Your skin will splinter and boil under the light of the morning sun, the first sunrise you've seen in years. You'll go out hissing and sobbing as fire chars your unbeating heart. As you watch the night disappear for the final time, you'll squint through the agonizing pain. You will close your eyes, curl into yourself, and breathe a sigh of relief. You will burn out in a fiery blaze, reduced to a pile of ashes. It will be cruel, and it will be slow.

And you will face it alone.

But until then, you’ll live, for the first time in your sorry, miserable life. You’ll spend your nights running wild, dancing and shrieking, leaving gory mounds of destruction in your wake. Faces and friends will come and go, but the man you'll come to know as Remmick will always be a constant, your anchor in a wild frenzy. The two of you will sleep your days away, huddled in abandoned buildings for shelter from the sun. You’ll learn his name, memorize the curve of its syllables as it flicks off your tongue. Sometimes uttered in a whisper, but mostly in screams. You will devour each other till there's nothing left but bones. But so is the way of the sinner.

You swing the door back open, and stare him right in the face.

“Come on in.”

Teeth sink into your neck before you can utter a scream.

the end

[st4rwon]

enhypen followed you !

3) not you hypnotizing yourself - wc: 0.6k

synopsis - jake, being the clumsy guy he is, accidentally follows you from the official enhypen account on twitter. this leads to your life taking a full 180 and having to deal with being in the public eye.

you carefully walked up to the receptionist’s desk, your steps were shaky since you were beyond anxious.

“you must be yn, you can sit in the lobby, there will be someone to escort you shortly” said the receptionist kindly.

you took a seat in one of the chairs and looked around, damn this building was huge. as you were gazing you felt someone staring at you. as you turned around you noticed two men quickly hiding behind a pillar. you couldn’t help but be a bit weirded out, but decided it was best to just let it go.

you scrolled on your phone, trying to calm your nerves, but it didn’t work well. you were still nervous as hell. the amount of attention you had been getting online hadn’t really hit you yet, but you’ve been steering clear from looking at tweets, apart from your friends.

you were satisfied with the outcome of the meeting and truly were feeling a lot better. though you were still a bit confused as to how this all happened in the first place, as it was never explained. the team you were talking to allowed for you to just private the account and remove all your followers instead of getting rid of it completely, which had you overjoyed that your memories wouldn’t be gone.

you were about to leave the building, but suddenly you felt someone tapping your shoulder. you looked over and noticed a tall man, dressed quite fashionably. it took a second for you to register who it was, but once you looked at his face your jaw dropped. he noticed how your eyes widened and before you could speak he made a shushing gesture. he motioned you to follow him into one of the rooms, and you hesitantly did.

the second the door closed you couldn’t help but blurt out, “niki?!”

“sorry for scaring you earlier. you’re probably a bit shocked, but i just need a moment of your time.” he spoke, oddly gently.

you just nodded your head, not being able to utter another word. the next thing you know another man pokes out from behind, and you are about to lose it. it was sim fucking jake. your mouth quickly formed an o, and it took a second for you to snap out of it.

“hi…you must be yn, i hope im pronouncing I that right.” jake said, nervously.

“yeah, that’s right” you replied, blushing slightly.

“i heard you were coming here and just wanted to apologize for causing all of this. i bet this has made your daily life more complicated than it usually is, so sorry for causing the inconvenience.”

even after listening to jake’s apology, you just stood there taking it all in. your bias, the person who you admired ever so greatly, was apologizing to you?! this had to be a dream.

jake notices the way you were just staring, eyes wide and mouth still parted a bit. he smiled to himself for a second before asking, “yn…? you good?”

“oh sorry! im just still a bit surprised. its not everyday you see members of your favorite group. i admire you so much and now you’re right in front of me! sorry for rambling…”

jake smiled at the girl, she sure was cute as hell. he couldn’t help but stare into her beautiful eyes, but then riki kicked him. jake quickly shot him a stare, but realized he shouldn’t make the poor girl more uncomfortable than she already was.

“haha you’re fine! i hope you can forgive me though”

“of course! it hasn’t made my life too much more challenging than it already is” you said lying through your teeth. though things hadn’t been horrible, this new attention had definitely raised your anxiety levels to the max.

there was a bit of silence as you both just stared at each other. jake was surprised to see how pretty you were in real life, and you were amazed that jake and niki were standing right in front of you.

“ahem, hate to break this up, but we have a scheduled to get to, and im sure yn has plans as well.” riki said, bringing you both back to the moment.

“yeah, ill be on my way. i forgive you, by the way. not saying there was much to forgive in the first place, but-“

“yn, you’re fine. seriously. and thanks for accepting my apology. ill hopefully see you around, maybe at a concert or event of some sort?”

“hopefully! bye jake. bye niki.”

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[bomber-grl]

hii!! can u do a hiro x reader where hiro has a s/o thats really into lolita fashion but constantly gets bullied for it at sfit? then hiro just comforts them or smth 😭

ty! i hope its not too specific :))))

ive never requested ppl so i hope im doing this right ‼️

Hiro x Lolita Fashion! Reader

Pairing(s): Hiro Hamada x Gn!Reader

First thought? You look cool and you’re pretty

Which makes him nervous 😵‍💫

Obviously he doesn’t like you right off the bat but yknow how you just feel nervous when around good looking people?

Yea it’s that

Well that’s how Hiro reacts around you

I mean not only does he feel SEVERELY underdressed around you but he also feels like you’re the one that stands out when you’re hangin out

Like 🧍

Which only adds to the surprise and shock Hiro feels when he finds out you’re regularly bullied at SFIT

I mean, first of all..

The place is full of nerds, not like they can have anything to say that hasn’t been reflected on them🤨

Secondly, WTH???

SFIT is full of all different kinds of ppl

People who are VERY fashionable under their lab coats

So he’s just shocked

Especially since you’re probs a prodigy like him cuz you’re around his age

Like who at their grown ass age is bullying you bruh??

Blud is so busy with his projects and classes

Who tf has like no life to have time be doing this shit??

And regularly too? Like damn just say u a basement dweller

Anyway when he finds out he obviously reports it but not without finding some footage

He feels bad about hacking it using some gadget but it’s you..

And he had to ask you too

If you’re kinder than others and say it’s fine, no it’s not

He’d even go as far as hide behind his bh6 identity if you’re not willing because you need justice

If you’re all for it but was just afraid he’s here for you and is having none of it

Anyway back onto your fashion because wowza

He’s hardly ever seen anyone with your fashion sense and blud feels like a hobo standing next to you in his jorts

Which I already said but .. yknow

Had to emphasize it

Anyway

He thinks you’re rlly pretty, seriously

As previously said your way of dressing is a bit unusual but he rlly likes it

If you ask for opinions on your outfits and accessories he’d be the frustrating type that won’t give a good answer and would only say “looks nice” to everything you try on for him to judge 💀

If you ever try to have him dress in one of your dresses or headpieces he’d be a bit shy

He probably won’t try on the outfit but he will let you but bows and stuff in his hair if it’ll make you happy

Most likely to happen when it’s only you two around

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A/n: hope you liked it! :D

[imalittlementallol]

Wanna Talk About It?

FNAF Security Breach x F! Reader

Warnings: sneaking in, stealing, minor violence (not towards characters), cursing, reader has a slight southern accent

Note: first fic on Tumblr! probably not my best work. Purely SFW!! F! Reader will be a Monty fan though... 16+ Gregory and Reader, I find it easier to write for mid-teens

Pairings: Platonic! Gregory x F! Reader, Platonic! Monty x F! Reader

"Come on!"

Gregory tugs on your hand, dragging you through the empty halls of the plaza. You groan, rolling your eyes at his enthusiasm.

"Can't you wait two seconds? It's fuckin' midnight..." You tiredly rub your eyes.

It's not that you didn't want to be here. This was the only time you had ever been allowed to leave your house after 10, of course you were gonna abuse it. Especially since Gregory had been so eager to bring you along. You gently keep your grip on his hand, looking around the huge building. You freeze as you notice a small box beside the prize counter.

"What are you- oh hell no." Gregory tries to drag you forward, but you wouldn't budge.

"Gregory, I got dragged here in the middle of the night I am gettin' that payment."

You tug your hand away and bolt for the box, admiring the variety of items. Of course, they just happened to be Monty items. You excitedly shove everything into your bag and zip it up. You calmly walk back to him. "Now I'm ready."

Gregory rolls his eyes, but grabs your hand and continues to walk through the empty plaza with you. He walks through Rockstar Row, careful to avoid detection. That is, until he notices that you've left his grasp and are now staring at the glass pane that hides Monty's room from the rest of the Pizzaplex. Through a small crack in the curtains, you can see the metal gator trashing his room, and your heart throbs. You watch him punch a wall, a hole being the only sign of his rage. You can see the mix of rage and sadness in his eyes, his glasses being discarded. You feel Gregory grab your hand again, but you pull away.

"He looks so... sad..." Your southern accent more profound, your tone one of sadness.

Gregory rolls his eyes, but his face softens. "Princess, he's-" but he's cut off by you giving him those puppy dog eyes he can't resist. "Fine. But if you get killed, I'm not coming to your funeral."

You grab his hand, pulling him towards the door of Monty's room. You gently raise your hand to knock on the door. "Hello?"

You can hear the room fall silent before the door creaks open. "You kids shouldn't be here."

You perk up. "M-Monty! O-o-or Montgomery, whichever you prefer! I-I heard you in here, and I got worried..."

You offer him your free hand and he hesitantly takes it. "I'm Y/N."

He opens the door a bit more. "You can just call me Monty..." He steps out of the room and pulls his hand away. "What're you kids doin' here anyways? I thought the plex was closed..."

You glare at Gregory. "That's not important. Are you okay?"

He chuckles quietly at your glare towards the boy, and he tries to put on a straight face. "'M fine, just a bit frustrated is all..."

"Wanna talk about it?"

Those words hit him like a bus. Talk about it? He'd never had the chance to do that before. Everyone just normally avoided him when he was mad. They learned not to get in the way of his anger. If he hadn't been so shocked about the fact of two 16-year-olds being in the plaza after closing, he might've taken it out on you two.

"Great Y/N, you broke the damn animatronic!"

"It's not my fault! I'm just tryin' to help 'im!"

"Well you see how-"

"I'd like that..." You both turn back to the robotic alligator in shock. He freezes up, worried he's done something wrong. That is, until you smile.

"Great! So, where do you want to go? We can go to your room, Monty Golf, the stage-"

"My room's just fine..." You nod and drag a reluctant looking Gregory into the room.

The room was trashed, mirror broken, and things thrown around the room. You manage to rope Gregory into flipping the couch back into place. You both sit down, your hand patting the space for Monty. He sits beside you.

"Now, just go on and speak. Whatever you wanna talk 'bout."

He hesitates for a moment before beginning to speak. He goes on for hours, leaving only a few hours before opening. He goes into detail about how he wishes he was the star, and not Freddy. He talks about how he's jealous of Freddy, but can't find a way to express it without violence. You swear you can even hear his voice crack slightly. Eventually he stops once he notices the tears in your eyes... and Gregory falling asleep.

"Sorry, too much?"

You quickly shake your head. "No way! I'm just glad you found a way to trust me enough to talk to me about this..." You hand him a small bracelet (well, small to him anyways). "Here, to remember me by when I'm not here! And if you wanna talk, just write it down and give it to one of the technicians. My dad is one!"

He smiles softly. "Thanks kid. But why are you doin' all this?"

"I dunno. Just feel like it I guess." You stand up and pull the half-asleep Gregory onto your back. "Bye!"

He watches as you turn to walk out, but quickly stops you. "Wait!"

You freeze. He hesitates before grabbing one of his semi-broken guitars (more than likely the least broken one but it's broken enough to not be playable). He quickly signs it before handing it to you, watching you face light up. "Here. Figured you didn't have that is your little collection."

You smile brightly. "Thanks! I'll probably see you soon. Bye!"

He smiles as he watches you walk away and out of the Pizzaplex. "Bye kid..."

That's all! Let me know if you want a part 2!