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sitych · 1 year
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i have never seen anything for clove on here😭 so could i please request a clove x fem!reader :) #justiceforclove
Oh my god I am so so sorry this took me this long to get to. I was super busy with school and my job. This was a little rushed but here it is!!
Clove kentwell x fem Reader
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As I watched the sword pierce the training dummy in front of me, I was met with a familiar voice. Well more of a yell.
“SHE TOOK MY KNIFE”
The previous confidence I had soon left and as I watched Clove lash out on some poor younger girl who had apparently taken her knife. For the last two weeks Cloves attitude has been off. She’s been distant and more angry than usual. Like a bomb waiting to explode.
We were a week a way from the hunger games. Knowing she was more than likely to volunteer I couldn’t let her go into the games like this.
“Clove, can you help me get a new dummy from the supplies closet please?” I called over in hopes to get her alone for a bit.
A grunt soon followed as I made my way over to the storage closet. I knew she wouldn’t be happy that I was taking time out of her training, so I decided to speak before she got the chance to yell at me.
“What is wrong with you? Why are you being like this?” I mumbled, in fear of what she would say next
“What’s wrong with me is that your taking time out of my training Y/N. The games are in less than a we-“
I cut her Off before she could even finish. “Is that what it is? The games? Clove you don’t have to volunteer.”
“I do. My parents are making me. I need all the practice I can get if I want to survive.” She grumbled
I could tell the strong facade she was putting up was already failing her. The tears were beginning to well in her eyes and her fists were clenching like she was keeping herself from unraveling.
When I heard her sniffle I hugged her not saying a word.
“You don’t Have to.” I whispered quietly.
“If I don’t I’m going to let them all down. I was raised for this Y/N. This is what I’m supposed to do, but if I die out there and I lose you I’ll never be able to forgive myself.” She began to sob.
The last sentence made my heart jump. Lose me? Why would it matter if she lost me?
“What do you mean ‘lose me’ Clove?” I said pulling back from our embrace and looking her in the eyes
“I cant lose you. You mean too much to me, and I don’t want to die knowing I never got to..” she trailed off breaking eye contact
“Got to wha-“
In the blink of an eye her lips were on mine and her hands were in my hair. While I stood there shocked. Slowly, I began to melt into the kiss. Hands finding their home on her waist, and my lips fitting with hers perfectly.
As much as we both hated it, we had to part for air.
“I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I died not knowing if you loved me too.” She whispered
Clove was never this vulnerable. She’s never been anything more than a hard headed angry girl. I was shocked. I’d never known she liked me. Let alone love me.
“How long?” Was all I could manage to get out
“Since our first year of training.”
I was speechless. My words were failing me completely.
So it happened again, my lips were on hers. But instead of me being the one caught off guard. It was her.
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Im so sorry it was so rushed. I completely forgot I even had tumblr. I’ll be doing my best to get the rest of my requests out.
I Love You all so much, thank you for being patient with me.
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Okay, but Gale's bombs were used to target medics and killing medics is a war crime, he was actively wanting to kill medics along with soldiers. That is literally not a good thing and he's not a good person for planning to do that. He became like the Capitol, killing Capitol innocents out of hate.
I really doubt the Geneva conventions were in effect in Panem at that time. Now, this is a thing the fandom shies way from, and it needs to be understood. It was war. More specifically, it was a revolution, it was the overthrow of an extremely corrupt, extremely abusive government.  In order to win a war/revolution, one side needs to...win? You usually win by out-suppling/overpowering/outmanning/out-strategizing/ the enemy, and that's what Gale (and Beetee) were doing when they made the double bombs. They were trying to maximize their kill count, thus ridding the Capitol of valuable first responders and soldiers, and increasing their chances of winning. Sounds awful and cold-blooded? Yes, well that's...war. It was a matter of strategy.
I doubt Gale woke up one fine day and went, tee-hee, I will now plot to specifically kill innocent medics! I will lure them in to help people and then rain bombs on them because I personally have them and want relatively innocent people to die!! I am getting so much revenge against the Capitol!! He was most likely thinking of the overarching picture, which was one step closer to overthrowing the Capitol. Same thing with the Nut. What, pray tell, the fuck was he supposed to do? Not invent weapons? Not aid the fight against the Capitol? Stand aside for fear he would do something morally dubious in the fight against a government that murdered children publicly every year? He did not become "like the Capitol" for inventing one trap that used human sympathies to operate. He was a desperate fighter in a equally desperate war. At that point, it was do or die. And one can never come out of war clean-handed. Of the two warring sides, the rebels were the better ones. Gale, by being one of the ones the Capitol was directly abusing, had more monopoly on "goodness." It may be hard to hear, but though the Capitol civilians were "innocent" they were culpable. And the ones fighting against the rebels were actively fighting to keep the corrupt system in place. Were the killing of medics bad? Yes! Were the causalities of war bad? Also yes! War is awful. But if the Capitol didn’t want a war and the casualties that came with it, they should have not...murdered kids every year and horrifically abused their citizens. 
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this is the funniest god damn thing ive ever seen
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sitych · 2 years
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REBLOG IF ITS OKAY TO TALK TO YOU.
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Hii, hope you're having a good day,
I just wanted to stop by and let you know that I think your fandoms are so cool, I like the variety.
Anywayyy. I may have noticed that you have dreamsmp c/cc and the hunger games and wanted to know if you'd be up to try maybe a hunger Games au with some of the smp characters, maybe manhuntish and angsty/fluffy, and I don't know who the main person, maybe dream cause of his track record with the manhunts.
You don't have to obviously. I'm excited to read your works and see more of what you can do :))
DSMP Hunger Games AU part one
Dream x GN Reader
Warnings: swearing and mentions of death.
“Y/N!”
That was it. That was the moment my life officially came to an end. I’m being sent off to death.
I must have been standing there for too long because before I knew it the peace keepers were ushering me up the stairs of the justice building forcing me to face the crowd who, reasonably looked pretty distressed. Nobody ever wants to see people get reaped, let alone a 16 year old kid who’s never had a chance to live a proper life. Internally I was freaking out, how do people process being thrown into your inevitable death? What will my family think? Will they be able to survive on their own?
I locked eyes with my mother, she was in no way old and feeble, considering the fact we’re from district 7 and chop lumber for a living but her face seemed pale and her body seemed frail. At this moment I knew I was done for. I knew she was thinking the same thing I was and I knew she would want me to stay strong, not only for myself, but for her as well. All that was left for me to do was pray that my brothers name wouldn’t be called next. I don’t know what she’d do if she lost both of us in one day.
“Nick Armstrong!”
I sigh of relief escaped my lips when I realized it wasn’t b/n. And then that’s when I realized. It wasn’t b/n but Nicks. My eyes scanned the crowd only to find his eyes were already locked with mine, dousing me with pity and sorrow, which only made the lump in my throat grow larger. There’s no way I’d be able to go into the arena with him. He’s my friend, my best friend even. Hell our moms we’re friends. I won’t be able to hurt him, let alone kill him. The thought alone makes tears swell in my eyes.
Yet again the peace keepers were ushering me somewhere unknown. Presumably the rooms where I’d have to say my last goodbyes. Only three minutes to say goodbye to your family. Three whole minutes.
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The goodbyes were rough, it’s hard to say goodbye to everyone in your life in a matter a three minutes. But it’s over now. The sooner I forget them the easier it’ll be for me to stay focused. I know I won’t win the games, but I won’t die without trying.
I think Nicks handling it better than I am. He always had a way of excepting things that I could never understand. I haven’t talked to him yet, I feel as if it’d be to awkward. How can you talk to someone knowing that in a few short days you’ll have to kill them?
The train ride was mainly quiet aside from the few conversations we had with our mentor, who’s name I learned to be Johanna Mason, about tips to stay alive in the arena. She seemed rather cold but I know she only pitied us. She herself had gone through the games and I can only image what that does to a person, but now she has to send off children to their inevitable death? I even questioned if dying in the arena would be better than winning. I cant image the trauma people endure during the games. Nick never spoke a word to me, I think he has the same mindset that I do if I’m being completely honest. There’s no reason to get reattached to a person when your going to have to kill them.
The ride to the capital was shorter than I would have liked. “One step closer to death.” I thought.
Stepping off the train and seeing all the people cheering for us was like a bunch in the gut. Do people really enjoy watching children murder each other? We were ushered into the capital as “fans” tried to ask questions and take pictures. The place we were staying at was a beautiful place. Lots of fancy decorative pieces we wouldn’t dream of having back home and all the food I could ever imagine. “At least my last few days will be spent in Luxury.” I silently laughed to myself as I was led to my room by an avox. I couldn’t help but notice the small glances Nick was shooting my way. I could tell he wanted to say something but he was never good with words. ————————————————————————
Training had to be the worst of all. Johanna had told me to practice my survival skills rather than my fighting to prevent other tributes from knowing my assets. I had spent the last two days working on fire building and how to find water and food that was safe to eat, so now I was working my way over to the knot tying station when one person in particular caught my eye. I believe his name was Clay, if I remember correctly he’s from district 3. He couldn’t have been much older than me I think. He wasn’t all that bad looking if I’m being honest, Blond hair, green eyes and a rather muscular build. Once I had finally made my way over to the knot thing station I met the instructor who seemed nice. She taught me different knots and what to use them for, I even learned how to make a few Snares.
“So.. knots eh”
My eyes shot over to the person who was now besides me. Nick. I let out a sigh of relief and laughed.
“Yeah. I figured it’d be helpful at some point. Maybe use it to sleep in a tree like when we were kids” I said with a smile
His eyes flashed with something of sadness and regret before it was quickly replaced with a mischievous, “yeah and maybe this time you won’t fall out of one.” He laughed.
“Oh that was one time sap!” I laughed nudging him with my shoulder.
His face contorted into a look I’d never seen before, and then I realized.
“You haven’t called me that in ages N/n.” He murmured
“I guess it has been a long time hasn’t it”
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The interviews were growing nearer and nearer by the second and slowly, I began to notice the boy from district three throwing glances my way every once in a while. Was he trying to find my weaknesses? Or was he just being an asshole trying to intimidate me?
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The day of the interviews had arrived sooner than I would have liked and my prep team was going wild. Pluck, wax, pluck, wax, bath. Repeat. By the end of the session my body was raw and red. I swear I don’t know how the capital people maintain such a barbaric way of living. I guess our way of living was also considered barbaric to them as well so who am I to judge. This year I had hoped my stylist would be somewhat original and not dress me as a tree, but beggars can’t be choosers. My stylist picked out a rather ugly brown form fitting outfit with patterns that resemble tree bark. Of course, it’s nothing out of the usual, district 7 had worn basically the same outfit for the last 74 hunger games. Nick was also wearing something similar just modified to fit his figure.
Nick had gone up to the stage before me and Cesar seemed fairly excited at the sight of him.
“So.. Nick, can I call you nick?” The blue haired man had questioned too enthusiastically for anyones liking.
“Of course Cesar. I’m just excited to be here” Nick shot back with the same level of enthusiasm.
“So let’s get straight to the questions shall we. What was your initial reaction to your name being called during the reaping?”
With a nervous laugh Nick had replied with a small, “well my initial reaction was wondering how I’d be able to fight to the death with one of my best friends being in the arena with me if I’m being completely honest with you Cesar.”
A loud gasp was was heard from the audience was all that could be heard and all that could be seen on the blue haired interviewers face was shock.
“Well.. that’s certainly a shock. Don’t you agree?” He asked as he looked to the still roaring crowd.
“Yea I think it was as much as a shock for you than it was for me.” Nick laughed nervously.
“Well I’m sure it was.” Cesar laughed.
As nicks interview continued the butterfly’s in my stomach only grew. Mine was growing closer and closer and before I even had time to register my name was being called for me to walk on stage.
“And next up on stage we have the district 7 female tribute, y/n l/n!”
“Thank you Cesar, I’m happy to be here.” I smiled with fake sincerity. I cant stand being here, people cheering for us to die? That’s absolutely sick.
“I’m glad. So now that you’ve been able to see the capital, what’s your favorite thing about it so far?” Cesar asked with a cunning crowd winning smile.
“Well since you asked, it’s defiantly the food. I thought the food in my district was good but holy cow, this stuff is amazing. I mean have you tried the peach cobbler?” I exclaimed in amazement.
“The food here IS amazing isn’t it?” He laughed, and the crowed went wild. Cheers erupted and screams of excitement were heard.
“It definitely is.” I answered back fiddling with the ends of my sleeves.
“Looking back on your reaping your family seemed pretty devastated when your name was called, especially your brother. What did he say to you during the goodbyes?” He asked with mock sorry. He was only milking it for the crowd and it was obvious, this was just some sick game to them.
The lump in my throat returned just as it did the day of the reaping.
“He told me to win.” Was all I could mange without a sob escaping my throat.
“And win you will”
Thankfully, the buzzer rang meaning my interview was over. I quickly stood up and hurried off the stage running to the elevator with tears streaming down my face, most likely smearing my makeup when someone pulled me I to them.
“It’s ok. Your alright.”
Nick.
That only made it worse. If I thought I was crying before im definitely crying now. Loud garbled sobs escaped my lips, not caring if anyone heard or saw. I must have looked like a wreck. Nick paid no mind and continued to stroke my hair and rubbed circles on my back.
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I woke up to my prep team running around my room with a topic that had something to do with my hair flying around. Today was the day of the Games and Al hell was breaking lose. Nick hadn’t spoken to me since my breakdowns after the interviews so I’m not even sure how he’s feeling.
My stylist had dressed me in brown pants a black shirt and a windbreaker overtop, which I could only assume was a match to what the other tributes were wearing.
“One minute until launch” was heard over the intercom.
“I cant place bets. But just know, that no matter what I’d bet on you. You can win y/n.” She smiled sincerely.
My stylist was probably one of the most sane people I’ve met in the capital so far. She’s helped me since I got here.
“30 seconds till launch.”
“Well I geuss that’s my cue.” I laughed nervously walking towards the tube
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Just adding my two cents worth to the recent Gale discourse. Chime in if anyone would like to.
At the end of Mockingjay- 
(the book, not MJ P2 because I despise with every fiber of my being the scene where Jennifer Lawrence says “Goodbye, Gale” like some terrible Sylvester Stallone/action star knock-off. It’s so outside of the character of Katniss we know.) 
When Katniss cuts off contact with Gale, I think we sometimes mistake that moment/her feelings about his involvement, making it polarizing or a more significant moral thing than it is. Like Katniss can’t forget Gale was involved with making the bombs automatically = Gale is the world’s biggest asshole, and everything is his fault. (This is sarcastic here guys, please don’t misinterpret what I’m saying.)
I think even Katniss realizes it’s not fair to blame Gale for Prim’s death. It’s just that she can’t separate her death from his involvement in the weapons design of D13. 
At this point in the story, where she actively blames Gale for Prim’s death, Katniss herself is essentially a walking corpse. She’s in profound mourning for her sister. She’s been traumatized again and again and again, mentally and physically and any possible way you could think. Katniss watched so many people she loved die other than Prim. Finnick, Boggs, and others. She got burned within an inch of her life. She’s suicidal- heck, she killed people herself. Katniss has no room to be pointing fingers at anyone at this moment in time. 
Gale is the whipping boy, a placeholder for all of Katniss’s accumulated anger and grief. It’s not fair, but it’s a realistic reaction to what’s happened. Don’t we tend to hold those we’re closest to a higher standard? Don’t we lash out at them when they fail us? We think they should have known better.
Katniss does think Gale should have realized what aiding in weapons production in Thirteen could mean, but why? It took Katniss a long time to discover the extent to which the adults running the show used her as a pawn. 
Why shouldn’t it take Gale time to see they were using him, too? He’s an eighteen-year-old boy who has spent his entire life beat down, barely scraping by, always a handful of days away from starvation. 
Think about that, how you would feel, stuck in that situation- a life sentence. Gale was whipped to within an inch of his life for trying to feed his family. Don’t you think those were justifications for being angry, for wanting to aid the side that was supposedly fighting against the people who’d oppressed them their entire lives? 
No one knew what Coin was capable of doing in her pursuit of power. Katniss knew she was power-hungry, yes, but she was treated like a problem from day one of her arrival in Thirteen. Katniss had to watch her back constantly. Coin made no secret of how little she liked Katniss.
On the other hand, Gale got the hero’s treatment (for doing a very heroic thing, saving the people from the Seam). He was shown respect and given a position that meant something in the pursuit of ending Snow’s totalitarian regime. 
Not to mention that Katniss and Gale are already growing apart before Prim died.
Guys, I can’t stress this enough, Gale was eighteen. He doesn’t deserve the blame or hate heaped on him at all. He made bad choices in the series, yes, but they all did. They all committed atrocities. Their hands were all dirty. 
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sitych · 2 years
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Really tempted to write a hunger games oneshot. Idk for who though.
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Does anyone else have problems with starting super long shows but never finishing them? I started shameless like 6 months ago and I’m only on season 10 and now I’m starting like 6 new shows including greys anatomy and I have no intent kn finishing any of them.
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Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better
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Hello hello!! Could you write some headcanons for Kyle w a s\o who helps him babysit Ike when his parents are away \ busy?
Hi! Thank you so much for your request. I can definitely do this. Hope your day is going well! <3
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(I’m sorry I think this GIF is hilarious)
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Kyle Brovlofski x gender neutral reader
Warnings: none
Genre: fluff
Dating Kyle would include….
Offering to walk Ike home from the bus stop when he follows Kyle. (Even though Kyle never lets you do it)
Being SUPER close with his parents, considering the fact your at their house 24/7
Ike absolutely adores you and would honestly prefer you over Kyle any day.
You randomly showing up at the Brovlofski’s with tons of snacks and movies.
Ike loves horror comedy and basically forces you to watch them with him.
Kyle has loads of pictures of you and Ike at the park just playing
I feel like Ike would really enjoy talking to his stuffed animals.
Ike will randomly show up at your school and wait until the day ends so you two can walk home together.
Shelia loves how well you treat her boys and treats you as if you were her own.
Kyle has a Polaroid camera and 99% of the pictures he takes of just of you and Ike.
Somehow Kyle and Ike convinced you to play football with them and you ended up throwing the football at Kyles face and you and Ike both cried laughing for hours.
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I’m so sorry this is so short, I’m genuinely going through a bit of writers block right now. I’ll definitely add more later if I think of anything. <3
Reblogs are greatly appreciated!
Don’t be afraid to submit requests!
Edit: I’m just now realizing that I didn’t follow the request at all. If you’d like me to do another one I can definitely do that. Super sorry.
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hello! I was wondering if you could do a Kenny McCormick x reader where it's just some headcanons of him and his significant other taking care of and playing with Karen. please feel free to ignore or delete :]
Hi love! Thank you for your request and I hope your day is going well<3
Kenny McCormick x NB reader
Warnings: cursing
Genre: fluff
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Dating Kenny McCormick would include…
He would 100% play dress up with you and Karen and let you guys put makeup on him
Theres no way Karen let’s you guys hang out without watching at least one Barbie movie.
Cuddling with Karen on the couch while Kenny takes pictures of you two because he thinks it’s absolutely adorable
Random trips to the gas station to get slushies
Karen ADORES you. She talks about you to Kenny nonstop
You keep extra clothes and toothbrushes at your house for Ken and Karen
Christmas is almost always spent at your house because you want to give Karen the best possible life you can.
Kennys Lock Screen is a picture of you and Karen cuddled on the couch with a pile of pillows and blankets all over you.
Kenny even has an entire album of just you two 
He finds it amazing how much you care for his little sister and wishes he had someone like you when he was younger.
Sometimes you’ll go and pick Karen up from school early without Kenny knowing just to go have a girls day
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I’m so sorry this is so short, this is all I could think of at the moment but I’ll be sure to add more if I ever think of some. Don’t be shy to leave more requests!
Reblogs are greatly appreciated!
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Literally am so tempted to switch my fucking German 3 class to art 3D not even gonna lie. I only did German because of college qualifications and I’m beyond fed up with it.
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hi! do you mind if I request Kenny McCormick comforting a gender neutral reader after they had a really bad day at school
Of course love, thank you for requesting and I hope your day is well. <3
I wasn’t sure if you wanted a platonic or relationship oneshot so I never really specified, sorry.
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|| Kenny McCormick x gender neutral reader ||
Warnings: swearing
Genre: fluff
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The day had gone to shit from the moment you woke up. To start off, your alarm hadn’t gone off so you missed the bus, it was raining, your hair wouldn’t sit right, and worst of all you had an Algebra test first thing in the morning.
Walking into class already 20 minutes late you noticed everyone already taking the math test. Feeling eyes on you your attention shifted to the back of the class where your best friend Kenny sat already looking in your direction. He shot you a questioning and you immediately sent him a look that telling him you’d tell him later. You sat down in your seat paying no attention to your teachers smart remark grabbing a pencil and beginning your test. You soon realized that you had NOT studied for this and could barley comprehend the first question.
45 agonizing minutes later you finished your test. Did you understand any of the questions? No. But that’s besides the point. The bell rang shortly grabbing your books and beginning to walk out of the classroom when you felt a hand on your back.
“Hey” Kenny smiled, walking with you to your locker.
“Hey Ken” you smiled back looking up at his shit eating grin
“‘I won’t be late this time’ she said.” He laughed mocking what you had said the night before.
You had just scoffed opening your locker and grabbing your biology book.
“I’m not in the mood ken” you mumbled more aggressive than you had intended it to be.
Throwing his arms up in mock defense he let out a kurt “Woah what’s got your panties in a twist?”
“Nothing i’m sorry, i’m just having a bad morning.” you sighed shutting your locker.
Kenny had started to say something before the bell rang cutting him off. Not wanting to be late to another class you said a quick goodbye and scurried off to class.
The day seemed to go on for ages. You were zoned out for most of your classes just wanting to go home, even debating on just leaving at one point.
Finally, the last bell had rung signaling the end of the school day. You quickly left class, grabbed your things from your locker and began to leave the school. Yet again, you felt a hand on your back. Spinning around quickly you were met with a smiling Kenny.
“Jesus Christ Kenny you have to stop doing that. You scared the shit out of me.” You laughed making it to the parking lot of the school.
“Sorry sorry, I just wanted to know if you wanted to watch some movies at your place.” He questioned with a laugh.
“Yea sure, we can swing by the gas station to grab some snacks if you want” you questioned putting the keys in ignition and starting your car.
The ride to the gas station was short. You both ran and grabbed some snacks and drove home. You both had decided on a comedy considering the day you had and you both just needed a good laugh.
Getting comfortable in your bed, with Kenny’s arm slung over your shoulder and the laptop situated on both your laps.
You only got about 20 minutes into the movie before the blonde beside you had let out a soft “I’m sorry your day was shit Y/N/N”
“It’s ok ken. It’s just how it is” you sighed still upset about everything that had happened in the last 8 hours.
It was clear you didn’t want to talk about it so Kenny took a more comforting route and pulled you closer to him letting you lay your head on your chest and slinging and arm over his stomach. He ran soothing circles on your back while mumbling encouraging words not even paying attention to the movie anymore. Last he checked the main character just fell down the stairs so it wasn’t really that interesting. He could tell you were beginning to fall asleep so he shut the laptop and mumbled a goodnight sinking further down into your mattress.
A small “Thank you ken” was all he heard before he fell asleep embraced by your sent.
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Thank you so much for reading! Reblogs are greatly appreciated:)
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When you've already read all the good fanfics
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🎉CONGRATS EM!!!🎉
could you do cc!dream w/ prompt 10?
YES SOFT YES
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⤜ “bed. now.”
masterlist
event masterlist
prompt 10 with cc!dream
prompt: "You're making a face. I know that face. It won't work, I will resist it." I will keep making this face at you until you falter and give in."
ship- cc!dream × gn!reader
word count- 0.2k
category- contest request, fluff
pronouns- none used
warnings- none :)
a/n- give me dream clout *gremlin hands* /j
dream had been streaming for hours. you sat in the background, falling asleep on and off. after five hours, you were pretty much done with waiting on him. it was late, and you wanted to sleep.
“hey babe i’m going to sleep” you called, snuggling in the covers.
he turns to you, eyes wide
“i wasn’t muted.” he says.
you and dream hadn’t revealed your relationship yet. you really didn’t mind people knowing, but dream was worried about toxic fans.
you got up, making your way to his desk.
“hi chat” you said warmly, “it’s getting pretty late, so dream’s going to end stream. goodnight loves!”
you click the end stream button and look at dream. he’s mock pouting.
“don’t give me that face” you tease, booping his nose. he frowned again.
“i have more work to do” he whined, making puppy eyes
“You’re making a face. I know that face. It won’t work, I will resist it.”
“I will keep making this face at you until you falter and give in.”
you kiss him softly.
“bed. now.” you say, taking his hand and dragging him to the pile of covers.
he lays his head on your chest, playing with your hair.
“fine, i guess” he mumbles into your neck.
he falls asleep almost instantly, cold nose pressed into your hood.
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