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bunny584 · 4 months

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OBSESSED: GOJO

A/N: Satoru is neither patient nor kind. Pity the poor soul that crosses him. So, don’t cross him 🤭 (ok ok I swear the Yuuta one is up next, Satoru was just being demanding, per usual).

C/W: This man is his own content warning LOL. Mature, 18+

“So. Damn. Pretty”

Satoru snaps a photo of you bent over, contemplating the pastries. Another one to add to the infinite album of his only muse.

You’re wearing his favorite pair of yoga pants. And his eyes ride your curves without any brakes in sight.

The pants are suctioned to your rounded hips from your hot Pilates class. Your precious little cunt is so puffy from all the heat and sweat, well outlined like a perfectly packaged gourmet dessert.

You never wear underwear with them. And always try to skirt by him when you come home after your workout. Self conscious about how he always tosses you on the kitchen counter and laps you up until you’re screaming his name like a prayer. Eventually squirting all over the Italian marble.

Satoruuu. You couldn’t have waited until after I showered?

You always blush and whine and avoid his gaze. Hands squeezing down on your thighs, trying to hide how they tremble for him.

His adorable, sweet girl.

He leans back against the window of the coffee shop. What’s a couple more minutes of eye-fucking?

Satoru places his rounded black glasses in his back pocket and pops a dark chocolate Hershey kiss in his mouth. What he really wants is your pussy melting on his tongue but chocolate will do for now.

“He’s so hot.” The shrill, irritating, buzz from the airheads next to him shear through his daydream about you.

“Hey, Blue eyes!”

“Sorry sweetheart. I’m spoken for.”

Satoru flashes one of his empty, razor sharp grins. Which means it’s the end of the conversation for him, but the start of a lifelong infatuation for the other party.

Eyes back on you.

He pierces through you. 3 of the 7 cardinal sins wage war against each other within him.

The barista is looking at you how he looks at you and well…

That simply won’t do.

He approaches you like a lion stalking its prey. Satoru towers over you in less than a second. And you don’t notice.

He finds it so troublesome.

You are oblivious and tiny and smiley and vulnerable and so damn trusting. If the Heavens spoke they’d sing your praises. His beautiful, sacred girl.

Men are vile.

With horrible, depraved, nefarious intentions. They see a girl like you and want to violate. And take. And ruin. And push you to your knees. Pin your head against a wall. Shove his cock through the back of your throat until you’re choking and gurgling his name. Pathetic, pretty pleas for mercy. Hot salty crystalline showers raining from your baby doll eyes — it always makes him rock hard. The way you cry when you’re overstimulated.

Fuck.

Wait. What was he thinking about again?

Right. Protecting you. From scumbags like this fucking barista who won’t stop undressing you with his beady eyes.

He can make those eyes go away. Real quick.

You’re up next to order. Satoru snakes his hand around the back of your neck. You startle back into him, just like a wild doe.

“Sato—“

He kisses the rest of his name off your lips. Tonguing every corner of your sweet mouth. Sucking on your warm muscle. He smirks against your feeble attempts to pull away. Gorgeous face flushed cotton candy pink. So shy. So embarrassed. He can feel himself stiffen in his pants.

“S—sat…”

“I’ve missed you, princess.” He pulls away and you’re gasping for air. Sexy little pants. He could fuck you in the middle of the shop right now.

And he will.

“Hi Satoru,” you purr his name and his dick twitches, “you’re being dramatic. It was one night.”

You toss a glance at the barista apologetically. And Satoru decides he definitely has to end him.

“Can I have a small vanilla latte please?”

God. Your voice alone grabs him by the fucking balls.

You longingly look back at the pastries, and furrow your brows. As if your figure isn’t goddamn perfect. You don’t need those silly pilates classes. Satoru could work you out on his cock every day. Would be more than sufficient enough.

“She’ll also take the biggest slice of berry cake you have.” He follows, shamelessly gripping your ass in his large palm.

You muffle a falsetto whine. But Satoru knows that sound. You act so sheepish and innocent. But there’s a pool of lust between your legs right now and he can’t wait another fucking second to sink into it.

“Good choice.” The idiot smiles and Satoru could rip his trachea out then and there.

“And I’ll have an Americano. 2 extra shots of espresso.” He barks his order before kissing you on the forehead.

“Baby, go get us that back booth in the corner. Yeah?”

You give him a tiny smile that dismantles him. So he grips the back of your head for another bruising kiss before sending you off. He lingers on you walking away from the counter. Brazenly taking another photo of you. Completely ignoring the growing line of patrons behind him.

Satoru turns back to the barista, and he watches the blood drain from his face.

His favorite.

A hunter and the hunted.

“Pretty, right?” Satoru muses casually, reaching for the wallet in his back pocket.

“Uh, y-yeah man. S-she..”

“Probably want to fuck her, don’t you?”

Satoru flashes a toothy grin, pulling out a couple hundred dollar bills. He doesn’t carry anything smaller than that.

“W-what? No. No man. I was just. I was being polite.”

Satoru motions for the barista to lean in to hear his next words. He has no choice but to oblige.

“Well, I am going to fuck her. Senseless. In that back booth over there. And if you so much as look in our direction. Or look at her ever again, I’ll rip your throat out and feed it to stray dogs.”

Satoru palms Barista’s cheek two times before stuffing the hundreds into his shirt pocket.

“Keep the change.” Another grin as bright as the sun before sauntering over to the booth with your treats.

“Mmmm, gimme gimme.” You paw at the caffeine and cake, less guilty that you didn’t order the sweet treat for yourself.

He purposefully places them out of your reach.

“Hey! Why—“ Satoru’s large hand encases your neck and pushes your head against the plush booth.

The way you gaze up at him. Wide-eyed. A pretty little deer in his headlights. Oh he loves that about you. How he can read your book front to back with his eyes closed.

His cock can’t stop beating. Against his zipper. Against his thigh. It needs the nourishment between your legs.

Satoru wires his tongue back in your mouth. He bites down on your perfect lips, knowing it’ll get red and flushed and swollen. Just how he likes it when you’re sucking the cum out of him. He can’t feed you his cock here, not yet. But you can sit on it.

You struggle to keep up with his pace. Little moans, little gasps, little “ohs”.

He reluctantly pulls away. Still close enough to your face that the tip of his nose grazes yours. Satoru stares at you. Unblinking. With a quiet smile on his face. He knows what his intensity does to you and he can’t get enough of it.

You squirm. Eyelashes fluttering. Looking in every which direction except into his eyes.

“Look at me baby.” He strums your chin.

“Y-yes daddy.” You whine. So obedient. So pliant.

He much prefers you like this. Not like last night. Out with your friends. Without him. Not letting him pick you up or bring you home. He fucking hates that.

But this. This is perfect.

Satoru stands to his full height. He shrugs out of his black leather jacket before sitting in the booth next to you. Not once breaking his gaze.

You need to be disciplined.

And there’s nothing Satoru loves more than to discipline you with his dick.

“On my lap, little one.”

You eagerly nod and nestle into his legs. His length digging into your clothed flower. He can already feel the heat emanating from your petals.

He drapes his jacket over your lap. Concealing how your bodies are about to mesh.

“I’m going to fuck you, right here, baby.”

“S-satoru, h-here?” He loves when you sound so desperate and nervous. Satoru answers your question with a nip and lick on your earlobe.

“Pull them down.” He husks in your ear.

But Satoru is an impatient man. Your tiny hands take a millesecond too long so he drags your pants to your thighs himself. At the same time unzipping his pants just enough to pull his blushing, leaking lead pipe length.

He’s too big for you. For your petite, doll-like frame. And whenever he rocks you down to his base there’s a Satoru-shaped bludge at the center of your feminine torso.

It makes him want to lock you in his room, forever.

“Oh, oh my god.”

You try to pant quietly when Satoru slides all 10 of his thick, almost inhuman inches into you. And your warm, drenched walls clamp down around him. Like it’s the first time he’s invaded you.

He groans into your shoulder blades. Tilting and rocking you in long, languid movements. Purposeful. He wants you needy. Subservient. Under his spell.

“I missed you last night, baby.” Satoru starts his mind fucking.

“M-missed you…”

“I can’t protect you when you’re not by my side, sweet girl.” He suspends his hips and starts small, saccharine bounces. Making your head bobble like it’s connected to your body by a string.

“Men want to hurt you baby. Take advantage of you.” He continues his rhythm.

You grip the sides of the table. Your cunt creaming all over his length. Clipped, falsetto gasps and whines tumbling from your open mouth.

Satoru’s lips graze the shell of your ear and you evanesce into him.

“You need me. Don’t you pretty? To keep you safe.” His lips trail down your jaw. Nibbling little marks. His territory.

“Y-yes, daddy. I need you.”

Satisfied, Satoru lowers himself back down on the booth. Still violating your womanhood with his length.

So fucking pretty. You struggling to catch your breath and squirming all over his cock. Staining his pants with your arousal.

Satoru pets your head. That’s better. All better.

Just like how he likes you.

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hotteoki · 10 months

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drunk bf ateez headcanons - 2k celebration!

pairing: ateez x reader (no prns used)

cw: mentions of alcohol (obvie)

genre: fluff, established relationship, headcanon

notes: after watching drunkteez on wanteez and having yunho on my mind i just had to write this ( ˘ ³˘)

notes: this is my second celebration post! happy 2k followers!

hongjoong

he seems fine

at first

he's downing shots, glasses, bottles

at flash speed

but he's fine

even he says he's fine

"i just don't feel anything"

"well i mean some people just don't get drunk"

"maybe i'm just reeeeeally talented"

you're like thinking 'oh! he's not too bad'

...

did the 'reeeeeally' not give you warning signs in your head

you spoke too soon

next thing you know he's trying to shove his head down the billiard/pool/snooker table holes

it's more of gently ramming his head against the table edge than shoving his head tho

you were dying laughing by the time you reached him

"joong what are you doing???"

"i'm looking for thissssss"

"what is 'this', joongie?"

it's silent for a while and you're rubbing his back

then he just pops up

"this!"🫰🏻

(ಠ ಠ)

he thinks he's sooooo funny

you had to stare at him for a good few minutes before processing what the hell you just witnessed

he's upgraded from terrible dad jokes to terrible rizz jokes

i don't think i can decipher which is worse

he's also balancing the shot glasses on the back of his hand

which had you PANICKING

a whole migraine just from that

forget a hangover

your fear of him breaking one of those is enough for you to want to die

surprisingly he didn't break any

"see baby? i'm just tooooooo talented"

he's giggling so much

it's so cute :(

but add the worst aegyo in the world to the list

it’s near bang chan level of horrifying

i mean sure

joong is NATURALLY a giant tiny cutie

but when he’s doing it on purpose???

um.

well!

okay!

(유∀유|||)

have fun!

seonghwa

no thoughts behind those eyes

just blink blink (0_0) (-_-) (0_0)

i'm pretty sure he's on mars

and out of nowhere he starts singing along to i want it that way playing in the background (b99 ref (ʃƪ˘ﻬ˘))

singing along very loudly if i may add

BUT

as soon as the song ends

he's back to his (0_0) (-_-) (0_0) agenda

at one point

you’ve just gotten used to his giggles and clapping out of the blue

yeah he just applauds randomly

to whom and why?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

he just wants to i guess

"hwa, i think we should go now it's like 4am-"

"HAKUNA MATATA YO"

oh he's singing again!

will not stop for the next twenty minutes

in his head it's a free karaoke bar

and he's just singing to his heart's content

he can also get pouty very quickly

and is very, very clingy

whichever one of your arm is nearer to him is not going to hear the bells of freedom for the rest of the long night

to be fair

if any of the other members are near him

he's also going to be clinging to them

just

a little less than you

he loves you the most after all! ><

all in all

he's pretty chill

every now and then

this is a bit short cause i don’t know what else i could say i’m sorry (╥_╥)

i'll make it up with a seonghwa drabble soon promise

yunho

where did this man's energy come from???????

one minute he's on the dance floor

he's 'boogying', as he said

the next he's running laps around the bar

you're just shocked he hasn't crashed into another poor innocent person yet

oh and now he's on the stage! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

are you ripping out your hair yet

( ˘ ɜ˘) ♬♪♫ (yunho!!!!!!)>ヽ(‵﹏´)ノ

he's singing what seems to be halazia

except it's literally just the word halazia being repeated

you're pretty sure he sang 'hala-hala-hala-hala-halazia' like about seven times

stream seven by jungkook

you had to physically drag him down from the stage

“nooooo baby you don’t understand i still need to sing hips don’t lie they need meeeeeee (ง'̀-'́)ง”

“yeah ok shakira let’s go”

his hand slips from yours and he’s sucked into the wardrobe of narnia

cause even tho he’s a literal giant

you can’t seem to find his usually sticking out head

the reason why?

he’s squatting while doing the dougie

why? i don’t know

i don’t think he knows either

but he’s dougieing!

he’s also spitting BARS

starts rapping to mingi’s part in guerilla while you’re trying to drag him out

at this point you’re beginning to suspect that he’s not actually drunk

maybe a little tipsy

but mostly just staying to cause chaos

and to give you a headache

but his little pout as you’re pulling him away

“yuyu come on we have to go >:(“

“but baby i don’t want tooooo”

does this face 🥺

yk that one time when ateez made faces imitating the emoji signs they were holding

and yuyu had the 🥺 one

THATS EXACTLY THE FACE HES MAKING

and how can you deny this golden retriever :,)

(if you can resist it you’re just a maniac frankenstein cheoreom georeo maniac maniac ha ha idk i don’t make the rules)

“okay fine… but no-”

“YAY i’ll be back”

he does in fact come back a few minutes later

HOLDING A PIGEON?????

“YUNHO WHAT ARE YOU DOING??? PUT THE BIRD DOWN-”

“i made a friend! :D”

you’re certain he took a few years off your life in just one night

yeosang

since we've never actually seen him drunk

cause he's a fairy

i'll go by what joong san and hwa were saying in their vlive like ages ago

cause apparently yeosang gets all cute

so let's imagine a very clingy sangie

just tugging and snuggling into your arm

mumbling your name too

his cute nose scrunches up whenever you try to move

he whines about how you don’t love him anymore

literally just because you moved to scratch an itch on your neck

“sangie what do you mean i don’t love you anymore of course-”

“you don’t LOVE ME ANYMORE :-(”

near tears because he’s convinced of his point

sigh

“baby why do you think i don’t love you anymore?”

“hm??”

confused blink blink

he’s forgotten what he was even saying

your hand brushing through his hair is just too distracting!!!!

he’s a simple man ok?

( ๑>ᴗ<๑ )

that’s how i imagine he looks

with a flushed face

but still looking like an angel sent from heaven

but yk

don’t forget about his muscles

（ΦωΦ）

atp he’s fed up with you moving around while trying to take care of the other members

so he just tightens his iron grip on your arm

good luck moving a literal koala clinging onto your arm

like hwa’s situation

you’re not moving another inch until he’s satisfied with the amount of love he’s showered you

which

he never will be

◝(๑꒪່౪̮꒪່๑)◜

again very short cause i have nothing to come from ;-(

san

literally the LOUDEST mfer in the bar

you can expect everyone within a twenty meter radius to be staring at the two of you

you just standing there like (ಥ‿ಥ) and he's just like ᕙ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ᕗ

flexing

he's not doing it on purpose

but like

come on

how can you NOT stare at the gorgeous man that is your boyfriend

gawddamn

what snaps you out of your daze was san suddenly pointing at you

"san what are you doing?"

"youuuuuu... are soooooo... not me"

🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

oh he's so far gone

i don't think even he knows what he's doing

bro's just saying things

he's literally the walking epitome of speaking to speak

the worst, and i mean absolutely WORST case of asian flush ever

every exposed square inch of his skin is bright red

you're like

panicking trying to get him to sit down

cause he's stumbling around into every person in the bar

he's practically knocking them over like bowling pins

then immediately apologising in the cutest way possible

the second he's made it out of the human mosh pit tho

(╥﹏╥)

you're like (ಠ ''ಠ)

"sannie, honey, why are you crying?"

"i don't know"

sniffle

"i just love you soooooo much..."

"thank you i-"

"like SOOOOO much"

"okay thank you baby-"

"i love you like thissssssss much"

he's holding out his hands

and he's stretching them out as far as possible

and before you know it

oop! he's bear hugging you

his cheek is squished against the top of your head as he's mumbling incoherent words

the only thing you can make out tho is

"i love you so much"

you guys are such goals (;-;)

mingi

okay since we’ve never seen drunk minki

i’m going to go by the endoscopy ep

where he was breakdancing

at first he was convincing gaslighting you that he was fine

because fine means stumbling around and not even being able to walk in a straight line

but whatever suits him! :p

no seriously

he could not walk properly for the LIFE of him

he was crashing into strangers and waiters alike here and there

and by crashing

i mean practically throwing himself onto them

but the second he stands back up

he’s back to yelling into their faces that he’s sober

like mingi…

no one believes you

(￢_￢;)

you were following him right on his tail

frantically apologising to everyone he disturbed

and he’s bopping his head

he’s jamming!!!!!! 乁( • ω •乁)

he’s in his own little world

which is so adorable you almost want to cry :-(

but by the time you have to leave

and he’s STILL dancing around

you have to start pulling aggressively on his arm

he won’t go otherwise

he could stay there all night just to prove a point

the point?

that he’s sober

yes he’s still on that topic

because he’s 100% NOT drunk!!!!!!!!!!

“mingi we have to go-”

“BUT BRUNO MARS IS ON”

“MINGI ITS NOT EVEN BRUNO MARS ITS JUSTIN BEIBER”

“…o yea! ヽ(･∀･)ﾉ”

sigh moment from you

“i want bruno mars thoooooo do you fink i can request for bruno marsssss??????”

“no”

“why not!!!!!! ;-(”

“cause we have to go (˘∀˘)/(ㅠ~ㅠ)”

pushing him out of the bar now

he’s a fun person to be around when you’re drunk as well tho

wooyoung

witch cackle amplified by 2611%

it’s so funny tho

he laughs over literally NOTHING

a stranger walking in the bar?

HILARIOUS

someone passing by?

howling on the floor

the toilet door opening?

he’s wiping away tears

hongjoong tripping over a chair in his drunken state?

he’s getting a 10 pack at this rate

to be fair

you also cackled at poor hongjoong pretending like his dignity didn’t just get absolutely annihilated

at the same time

he’s also just fumbling around

he’s not very sober

not sober enough to recognise you

“oooooooh you’re soooooooo good looking we should go outttt”

“wooyoung this is the fifth time tonight we’ve been together for over a year”

“say whaaaaaaaaaat???!!!!?!!?!”

starts coddling you after that

he’s so sweet but in a loud way

well

louder than usual

cant stop kissing you (ﾉ´ з `)ノ

no literally

i’m not exaggerating

he will CHASE you around the pub to kiss you if needed

he has done that before (in my head)

“wooyoung people are staring-”

“COME BACK LEMME KISS YOUUUUUUU ε=┌(;･д･)┘”

now

you might be thinking

skits, why would i ever deny kisses from wooyoung????

yeah see

he thinks he’s kissing you

he’s not

he’s biting you

like full on CHOMP CHOMP CHOMPERS

it’s not even cute lil :3 nom noms

ITS LITERALLY FULL ON TEETH RAWRS

so unless you want a chunk of your skin gone

start running! :p

jongho

you really think he's going to be the drunk one?

him??????

bro has not seen a day of being drunk

he could be downing bottles of every kind of alcohol known to mankind

and still be fresh as a daisy

(≖ᴗ≖) ✿

he'd be the one challenging the entire bar into drinking too

he handles his alcohol very well

let's be honest, you're probably the one drunk

he's going to be taking care of you instead

BUT you never told him how he once drunkenly went up to the bar stage

and started shooing off the performers

before flaunting off his vocals

so that was fun

let's say he hypothetically was wasted tho

i'll use the endoscopy ep as an example like mingi

he's just going to be asleep

just

snore mimimimi snore mimimimi

he might wake up like every half hour

and get all confused

but it's so cute :(

like he's just lifting his head up from your lap

◝(´Ｏ｀)◜

probably definitely drooling tho

it's going to be pretty short for him cause he just doesn't get drunk

he's invincible

networks - @kflixnet k-labels kbookshelf neverendingdreams-net straykidsland @k-films

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pitifulbaby · 6 months

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Battle Of The Bands

summary: most people do rather traditional gender reveals, but how does a couple who aren't traditional do one?

pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!Pregnant!Reader

warnings: pregnancy, eddie has some big feelings, day million of alice not knowing how to do warnings, probably bad writing

a/n: i have been trying to write this for honestly wayyyy toooo long, longer than i should have but! i hope you enjoy this! thank you to the ever so cute @eddieschains for helping me with this! i hope you enjoy! 3.5k words

stranger things masterlist

Parties were never your favorite thing, the crowds were always rowdy and the smell of cheap beer and weed seemed to linger even after you left. But you never minded smaller parties- more so just a friends and family get together. Sure at times they could get loud, but it was never as intense as other parties.

In an odd way you compared it to a spider, the bigger a party gets the more uncomfortable you are, much like a spider. Small spiders are bearable, but as they get bigger? Nope.

So never did you think you would ever have a gender reveal party, you figured if you had kids you would always just find out the gender through an ultrasound, and that never seemed to be a problem for you. It had been Eddie’s idea to do a gender reveal party. He wanted your child to get to experience things he never got to- even if it had to start way before the baby was here yet.

You don’t blame him because you were the same way, you both grew up with hardships and not getting to have things other kids your age did. So you both vowed to give them as much as you can. You two were already obsessed with the baby, only being five months into your pregnancy.

The baby wasn’t fully planned, but that doesn’t mean you two weren’t welcoming the baby with open arms. Things happen for a reason, some good and some bad. But this seemed to be a good thing. Sure you both were rather young to be starting a family, but you two loved each other more than anything in this world, so you knew things would be okay.

Eddie searched for all the ways people reveal the gender, cutting into a cake with the inside being blue or pink, opening a box to reveal balloons, popping those powder poppers, but Eddie thought those were boring and overdone, and truthfully you agreed with him. Maybe it was because those were rather traditional reveals and you two were probably the least traditional in anything. And finally the idea came to him.

The two of you often shopped at thrift stores or garage sales for things, mostly going shopping there for clothes for either of you- wanting to save money to buy brand new things for the baby. Currently your normal clothes just didn’t fit right anymore, some of the oversized shirts you owned still fit, but anything else was just too tight on your stomach that was housing another human. The thrift store you two often went to the most was smackdab in town, a mixture of modern and vintage things mingled into one shop. It was pretty big for a locally owned thrift store, with a section for clothing, furniture, books and movies, and well, everything else you would find at a place like goodwill, but with much nicer things for lower prices.

You were both looking through the maternity clothes, your brows furrowed as you tried to find something you liked. Eddie stood next to you, his hand on your lower back and rubbing soft circles against the fabric of the shirt you wore- that was also one of his shirts. Your gaze wandered over each and every clothing item you looked at, asking Eddie his opinions on whatever you pointed out. He gave you his honest opinion, which was that you would look good in anything, everything and even better in nothing. To which you would either scoff, roll your eyes, feel flustered or all of the above.

After managing to find a good bit of things you liked, you two decided to head to the front to check out and pay. The owners of the store were an older couple, but today it was just the wife running the store. Her eyes lit up at the sight of the younger couple, she knew you both by name- always raved about how you were both her favorite customers.

“Hey you two!” Her voice was cheery, a bit worn from years of smoking and just being as she was older, a southern drawl laced through some of the words she spoke.

“Hi Mrs. Mabel,” Eddie replied with a smile, placing your clothes on the counter. The elder lady simply rolled her eyes at Eddie, smacking his arm softly, “I told you to stop adding ‘Mrs’ to the beginning of my name, makes me feel old and I already feel one foot in the grave.” Mabel scowled at the boy, which only caused you to laugh and lean against Eddie ever so.

Mabel started to ring up the clothes that were priced amazingly low, smiling at the two love birds in front of her. “How have you been feeling, Mom?” She questions, eyes landing on you and letting her gaze shift to your swollen stomach. You simply let out a soft groan at her question, leaning more against Eddie as the woman lets out a snort of a laugh. “I get it honey,” She replies with a soft smile.

The rest of the transaction goes fast, her quickly ringing the clothes up and bagging them. Before you two leave though she turns to Eddie. “This is a bit random, but someone dropped off this guitar and it's rather banged up so we aren’t going to sell it. Do you want it?” She questions as she brings up an older looking, wooden acoustic guitar. There was a large water stain on it and it looked like someone went to town on it with markers and crayons. There were scratches on it and one of the strings was snapped.

As Eddie looks at the guitar, you could almost see the lightbulb going off above his head, a wide smile pulling at the corners of his lips. “You sure?” He asks, in which she simply nods, “You would be doing me a favor.” She says handing over the guitar. He grabs the neck of the guitar, “Thank you.”

Once you two were seated in your car, Eddie seated in the drivers seat and you in the passenger, but before driving away he turns to you with a big smile. “I figured it out.” He says, a sense of pride evident in his voice. You arched a brow at him, leaning back against the seat and after moving the vents to blow air directly at you. Your head is turned to him, staring at him. The car is silent, which is much different from when you first get in his van and he puts the keys in, music usually will blast out- but he doesn’t play the music super loud in your car. It's always turned down to a respectable level.

You two blink at one another for a moment before you finally speak, “Are you gonna tell me what you figured out or do I have to guess?” You ask with a cock of your head, Eddie blinks and lets out a small laugh, “Sorry, got distracted looking at you.” Somehow his smile manages to widen as he speaks. You roll your eyes to try and hide how flustered his words made you, feeling heat rise in your chest. “Stop it,” You manage to get out, words breathy.

“No sweetheart, I’m not gonna make you guess. I figured out how we are gonna do the gender reveal.” Eddie’s words are sickeningly sweet, leaning over the console to press a kiss to your lips before he is seated normal and driving the two of you back home.

Though you never enjoyed parties, you couldn’t help but be excited for this one. Nancy had helped you and Eddie plan the whole thing, letting you two come up with the ideas and came up with a few herself, and then she would help get the things needed. Since you and Eddie were far from traditional, you two planned it all differently than a normal gender reveal. The dress code was simple, if they thought you were having a girl you wore red, and if they thought you were having a boy you wore black.

The party was being hosted at yours and Eddie’s home. Though the dress code was black and red, you two kept the other stuff the traditional blue and pink, only for the fact that it's rather hard to find baby items for parties in black and red.

Nancy had come over at around 10:30 in the morning to help finish setting everything up. She came wearing an outfit that didn’t correspond with either red or black because she was the one who knew if it was a boy or a girl. Nancy was given the gender in an envelope, the ultrasound technician writing the gender of the baby down and sealing it up for you to give to whomever. So she was tasked with knowing.

Though the set up was simple, it screamed you and Eddie. Pink and blue guitar picks decorating the table, balloons shaped like music notes, lots of sweet treats and salty foods, you had gotten a cute journal and put it on the table for everyone to either sign their names or just write something sweet for the baby to read when they got older, and then a sign on the wall that said;

“Battle of the bands! Cast your vote, BLACK Sabbath vs RED Hot Chilli Peppers!”

The black was colored blue and the red was pink, and to cast your vote all you had to do was write your name on a little music note sticker and stick it under the respected side of the ‘band’ you were voting for. There were some other little things here and there, but the thing everyone was here for was of course, the reveal.

Eddie had thought long and hard about how to go about it, but the day Mabel gave him the old guitar that was honestly needing to be trashed, he knew what he had to do. Eddie explained to Nancy to get that colored powder that they use in the gender reveal videos, stick a bunch of it in the soundhole in the body of the guitar and then seal it up so none of the color seeps out.

And then it would be simple, the guitar would be smashed and the color would fly out.

Eddie had given you the opportunity to smash the guitar, but you told him you thought it would be better if he did, and after a bit of back and forthing he finally agreed to be the one to smash it.

The party was in full swing, it was full of your closest friends, the people who you thought of as your family. You weren’t close with your biological family, never really were. You were always the outcast, the black sheep so to say, of the family. And truthfully you can’t remember the last time they tried to contact you, so you never contacted them. So they weren’t invited to the party.

The only person Eddie was truly in contact with in his family was his uncle Wayne, who was Eddie’s saving grace. So he was the only blood family there.

Then of course there was the rest of corroded coffin, plus the other close members of the hellfire club. And then the other members of the close, tight knit family you created.

Eddie was glued to your hip for most of the pregnancy, and today wasn’t any different- and to some others it would be annoying, but truthfully you didn’t mind it. Maybe you two were in the honeymoon phase, but it had been like this since you two started dating when you were both sixteen. But you were both now freshly twenty three, so perhaps this was just gonna be how you two would always be.

A gentle hand was rubbing up and down your back, your lover letting you lean into him as you stood talking with Wayne.

Wayne Munson was a wonderful man, a hardheaded gentleman with a heart of gold. He never doubted that either of you could take care of a child- though you knew he kinda hoped you two would’ve waited a little later in life. But, he was happy for you both and excited to be a grandfather, though he joked and said he was too young to be one.

“Now you tell me if this boy isn’t helping you, alright?” Wayne spoke, a southern twang laced in his words as his hand reaches out and grabs a hold of Eddie’s shoulder, giving him a small shake. His words caused you to laugh and Eddie to groan, “Wayne-”

“He is very helpful, wont let me do anything myself.” You said with a bright smile, enjoying seeing Eddie embarrassed. But before the conversation could continue, Nancy was wandering over to the three of you, a soft smile on her face as she reaches a hand and places it against your arm. “You guys ready?” Nancy had told you guys to stay inside while she set the rest of the stuff outside, planning to do the reveal in the driveway.

“You ready to smash a guitar?” You said as you turned to Eddie, you weren’t surprised to see him already looking at you, he pouts softly. “It's gonna feel like I'm committing a sin, but yes.”

In truth he was scared as hell, not for the fact of smashing a guitar, but knowing the gender. It’s not that he wants one more than the other, it was more so the fact that the moment he knows what it will be will be making it that much more real. He was excited to be a father, but he still had that lingering fear of fucking up the kids life. He didn’t want to turn out like his dad, and it feels like everyday that passes the memories he had with his mother become more hazy.

He had Wayne and he was the father figure he needed, but he still had that anxiety that no matter what, that it would happen. No matter how many times you reassure him he can’t help but wonder, what if it's just in his genetics? What if sometime down the line something in him switches and he becomes a carbon copy of his father?

But everytime you look at him with that smile, each time he feels a kick, looking at the sonogram, that fear seems to slowly start to fade.

Moments later the gaggle of your found family is crowded in the driveway, Eddie holding the guitar carefully as his gaze finds yours. Jonathan was in charge of recording it all, which he had no problem in doing so, Nancy was stood by a radio, shoving a cassette tape in and soon Sweet Child O’ Mine by Guns n’ Roses was playing through. The song causes Eddie to laugh, his grip on the guitar tightening as he holds it safe and nearly doubles over in laughter, which in turn causes you to laugh at his enjoyment.

Neither of you were expecting the song choice, but boy was it welcomed.

Once again Eddie was looking towards you, “Ready?” He yelled out to you over the song, placing the guitar over his shoulder and gripping the neck tight. Your left hand went and rested against your stomach, nodding with a bright smile. “C’mon! I wanna know what I’m growing!” You soon exclaimed back, you knew no matter what gender you were having you would be happy, and you knew you sounded like most every parent out there when you said all you wanted was for the baby to be healthy, but it was true. That was all that mattered to you, that the baby was happy and healthy.

With a playful eyeroll Eddie was then rearing back the guitar before smashing it against the concrete. And with the single smash the neck of the guitar snapped off, causing pink powder to puff out of the body of the guitar and settle against the ground.

Eddie is then letting go of the broken neck, jumping for joy as he hollers excitedly. You, of course, were an emotional mess. The moment the color appeared the tears pooled in your eyes and slipped down your cheeks. Everyone around you was screaming and cheering, but they got tuned out the moment the gender was revealed.

It didn’t take a second longer before Eddie was sprinting towards you and taking you into his arms. A second later he was pulling away, resting his hands against your cheeks. “We are gonna have a baby girl!” You sobbed out, hands grasping the sides of his shirt. His only reply was an excited laugh, pressing his lips to yours- but it was difficult to kiss as you two smiled so intensely.

The kiss was interrupted as a pop! Sound was heard, which turned out to be Gareth and Dustin popping streamers over you and Eddie. The male pulled you into a hug once again, pressing kisses to your forehead as your friends swarmed over.

“I told you guys it was gonna be a girl.” You heard Max say to Dustin and Lucas, her arms crossed over her chest as she smirked at them. “I should’ve bet money on it.” She added, which made Dustin roll his eyes and Lucas to shrug his shoulders.

The rest of the party seemed to settle after that, the younger hellfire members helping clean off the driveway- which was just hosing down the driveway. Everyone chatted for a bit before starting to leave, not before giving the two of you a hug and words of congratulation. Nancy, Jonathan and Wayne had stayed back to help clean, there wasn’t much to clean and you know it wouldn’t take long for you and Eddie to do it, but they took the chores upon themselves.

Each and every single time you tried to help you were just shooed away, which in a way you were okay with- you had been on your feet for quite some time today and you were really feeling it now.

Wayne ended up staying the longest, helping Eddie make the three of you a nice dinner before he decided it was time for him to head back home, leaving with a kiss to your forehead and a soft smile. Eddie had walked Wayne out to his truck, which you knew that they would be outside talking for a good while. So while they were outside you had gotten yourself ready for bed, laying under the downy soft comforter with a book.

Eddie had wandered back inside almost half an hour after he walked his uncle out, a tired glaze in his eyes and his features relaxed. He locked up the house before stepping into your shared bedroom, quickly changing into a pair of pajamas- which consisted of an old pair of sleep pants and a shirt he cut the arms off. Once he had gotten under the covers he was propping himself up on his side, gently taking your book from your hands and putting the bookmark in.

He placed the book on the side table before settling back where he just was, his free hand nudging up your cotton sleep shirt and resting upon your bump. You two just laid there and stared at one another for a moment or so, his thumb rubbing against your skin.

You could feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes, letting yourself curl into Eddie. “Oh honey,” He cooed softly, laying back flat on the bed and taking you with him. Your arms wrap around his torso as you rest your head against his chest- not fully laying on him, more so half on him. “What's wrong?” He asked quietly, “I don’t mean to cry,” You start with a sniffle, “I’m just, really happy.” Your words were sincere, giving Eddie a squeeze as you spoke. With a small laugh he is pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Me too, a baby girl. In just four more months we will have a daughter.” Eddie spoke with awe in his voice, his hand starting to rub your back while the other one takes a hold of your hand and rests it against his chest. Your tears had subsided, more so just watering up but they never fell. You find yourself relaxing as you listen to the thud, thud, thud, of your lovers heartbeat. Feeling any tense muscles in your body ease up as your eyes slip shut.

“We are gonna have to come up with a name, and we still need to paint the nursery- how is it that nine months feels so long but, fuck, its going by so fast.” Your words were slightly slurred as you felt the tug of sleep pulling at you, “I still think that Ozzy is a kickass name.” Eddie said after a few moments of silence, causing a laugh to bubble up, moving your hand from his hold and reaching over and gently pinching his nipple.

“Hey! Stop- what if I gotta breast feed?” Eddie nearly squeals, using his now free hand to cover his nipple. “You grabbing my nipples is how you got pregnant.” He grumbles, “If I remember correctly it was the other way around.” You retorted back, “Also, if you somehow magically start producing milk, I am taking you to a doctor.” Was the last thing you managed to say before sleep finally took hold of you.

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x pregnant reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #eddie x reader

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kittyball23 · 6 months

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Young Love (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: What if our Main 7 Trolls had met years earlier?

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BroZone’s performance, judging by the round of applause and standing ovation, was astounding that night. The music was sharp, the harmonies were tight. It was a performance so good that it could bring one to tears… which is exactly what it had done to Floyd.

Backstage, the brothers stood in a half-circle around the magenta Trolling, who hastily wiped away the water from his eyes only to have more replace it the next instance.

“Come on, bro! What you got to be crying for?” John Dory asked. “We rocked the house!” To emphasize, he gave Floyd a playful punch on the shoulder, and then promptly went to fist-bump Spruce and high-five Clay for their accomplishments.

“I know,” Floyd whimpered, though he was still unable to help himself when more tears continued to come.

But right before Spruce could make a comment about how red his eyes were looking, or before Clay could start sniggering that he was being a crybaby, a new voice broke into their circle with pretty much the same question that both the purple and yellow Trolling had in mind.

“Oh my, why the tears? I thought the performance was lovely!”

The boys whirled around, nearly stunned out of their vests at the sight of the Pop Village’s royalties, standing right there in all their glory - King Peppy and Princess Viva themselves!

They collectively gasped, speechless at their presence, though surprisingly, Floyd was the first to actually muster the voice to speak up.

“They’re not sad tears,” Floyd sputtered. “They’re happy tears!”

“Ohhhh,” the king said, chuckling. “I understand what you mean.”

Viva giggled. “The minute Daddy saw my little sister he couldn’t stop crying!” she explained.

Then, as if it was on cue, the boys heard a light giggling coming from atop the king’s head. A fond smile grew on King Peppy’s face, and he reached into his bright pink hair to pull out an equally bright-pink-haired baby Trolling.

They gasped once more. “Princess Poppy!”

The baby giggled at the mention of her name and babbled sweetly. Then, her babbling turned into somewhat of a tune – a familiar one at that, because it almost sounded like the song that they’d been singing onstage.

King Peppy laughed and fondly nuzzled his daughter before setting her down so she could toddle out a few moves. “Ah yes, she just loved your performance, too. Can’t get enough of it!”

John Dory smirked and crossed his arms. “Yeah, well, I guess she knows talent when she sees it!”

Spruce, who was being humbler on the matter, gasped and elbowed his brother. “JD!”

John Dory gave him a confused look. “What?”

King Peppy laughed at the interaction. “Not to worry youngling, he’s actually right.”

Viva nodded her head in agreement, her golden pigtails bobbing. “You all really are talented. I really loved your Rusty Robot, Clay!” she said, referring to the dance move that the yellow-haired Trolling was best known for.

Surprised but pleased to hear the future Queen of Pop compliment him so, Clay blushed. “Oh! Um, th-thanks.” He looked away bashfully.

“And the baby – Branch, was it? – he is absolutely wonderful!” King Peppy added.

Spruce had to grin at that. “I know, right? I taught him some of those moves, by the way!”

JD scoffed and rolled his eyes. Who was being cocky now? His thoughts were interrupted when his littlest bro toddled at his feet, already back in the dancing groove that he had onstage. The baby was really getting into it, swaying and rolling his hips and bobbing his head without a care in the world! Well, that was until his gaze landed upon the youngest pink Pop princess.

Branch paused mid moonwalk and his blue eyes grew wide. Princess Poppy noticed him, too, and couldn’t resist giggling joyfully at him. Branch, adoring the sound of her infectious laughter, grinned broadly, showing off his one tooth, and toddled over to her. Full of confidence, he pulled off the move that Spruce had taught him – the one that he said would make girls swoon, and had indeed done just that when he went upon the stage that night – winking and putting on a suave smile while extending his hand out to her. But Poppy didn’t faint or grab hold of his hand to brush their fingers together. The pink Pop princess instead took little Branch completely off guard when she leaped up at him, wrapped her pink arms around his neck and attacking him with a fierce hug. Branch let out a squeak of surprise, but then hugged her right back just as tight.

By this point, the conversation between the king, Viva, and the brothers had paused as they were all looking down at the two babies.

“Awwww, that’s so cuuute!” Floyd gushed, the scene only prompting more tears to flow out of his eyes.

“Well, looks like Branch has got himself a little girlfriend before you,” Clay teased, nudging Spruce.

The purple-haired Troll rolled his eyes and blew a raspberry. “Oh, please, bro. I had a girl when I was just an egg!”

“What?” Clay laughed. “No you didn’t!”

“Yeah I did!” Spruce insisted.

“Uh, no, you didn’t,” John Dory said. Spruce shot him a look and JD scoffed. “Dude, I was there to see that you didn’t!”

A back and forth suddenly began, in which Spruce argued that he would one day have a harem of girls, and JD teased him greatly for even thinking such a thing. Clay too was roped into the conversation, to which he supported JD’s point of view, and Floyd simply hung back, stating that he took up neither argument and would very much appreciate skirting the topic of girls altogether.

But amidst all the squabble, Baby Branch could hardly care less to pay any mind to it. He was hugging a real cute gal, and she was hugging him right back! Her hug was so warm and snug, he felt like he could cuddle against her soft, pink figure all day. There was something so comforting, so distinguishably wonderful about being in Princess Poppy’s embrace that it canceled out any negative thoughts that he could ever have.

Branch didn’t know how long the hug lasted, but he did know one thing - this was definitely the start of a beautiful friendship!

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #broppy #branch trolls #poppy trolls #viva trolls #john dory #spruce trolls #clay trolls #floyd trolls #brozone #dreamworks #fanfiction #kittyball writes #100+

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cherry-pop-elf · 2 months

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Late Night Cutie Pie

Newt Scamander X Knight Bus Worker! Reader

((Can be read as platonic))

While working on the bus, a famous little face pops itself into the open doors. A sweetheart that’s been stressed out of his mind, and you do what you do best. Help those in need. Along with show you might have a talent for Nifflers, on top of a talent for flustering Magizoologists

Warnings: very adorable fluff, tooth rotting fluff, fluster newt, newt being painfully adorable, and of course TEDDY SHENANIGANS

“Ooooo we got a celebrity joining us tonight-!” You heard you coworker, a talking head, shout to you. You wondered who that could be, as you finished tidying up the beds. Ready for whatever lost soul is needing a good rest. Pillows fluffed, blankets laid out, and wheels oiled to keep people from flying.

“Oh no no. Im not celebrity-“ A almost timid voice would speak, as you hurried down from the upper floor. Once your shoes hit the ground, your eyes went wide with who they landed on. A man in a blue jacket, fluffy hair, and a suit case in hand. Newt Scamander. In the flesh.

“No way-“ You whispered, before those big blue eyes were on you. He gave a shy little wave, before rummaging in his pocket. Pulling out his ticket, and snapping you back to reality. As instinct, you were quick to sort it out. Not even needing to look at your hands, as you kept them on him. Snip, snap, POP, done!

“Normally we never pry, but uh. What’s a guy like you doing on a bus like ours-?” You asked. You were a Knight Bus Worker. You had to be social, after all. So being direct with people, no matter the face, is an important skill to have. One that was leaving him embarrassed.

“Well, seems you know who I am. Guess you can kinda put two and two together. Not many people trust that I’ll keep my friends under control.” He admits, with a smile that said it hurt him. They were animals. Not their fault after all. You won’t lie, though. It’s touching how he would simply turn those people away. Compared to following their rules, and leaving his friends behind.

“I mean, we’ve had the shadiest people come on here. Better to have Hippogriff shit on the bed than human shit. Least with a bird like that, you know they couldn’t help it.” You would put, rather bluntly, which had him smile. Knowing he wouldn’t be a burden to anyone on the bus, given you were being very direct with him. Compared to sugar coating, or babying him because of his Hufflepuff nature. People tended to do that, and even he was getting annoyed. A welcome change it was.

“I’ll take you to the upper floor, so you can have more room. Not a lot of people go up there, because of motion sickness. So you’ll have plenty of room to stretch your legs-!” You comforted, as you were making his night. A place to actually rest, and work with his care. You were just his angel. He wanted to hug you so badly, and you can tell with his arms tensing. Once a Hufflepuff, always a Hufflepuff.

“Bring it in-“ You reassured, and he nearly lifted you off the ground. Made you wheeze, but you couldn’t deny it. Hufflepuffs gave the best hugs. Not many people liked to treat you more than part of the bus, so it was a very nice change. Felt good to get a hug.

“Truly, I am so grateful. Be nice to sleep in a bed for a while. Not to say I do not enjoy nature, but we all live in certain environments for a reason after all." The older man said, when he finally set you free. Must be so hard, world traveling. Maybe he was home sick, so he was back in England for a while. Maybe animals were in need. Who knows! You just know he needed rest.

"Come on up then." You would escort him to the second floor of the double decker bus, and would lead him to a freshly made bed. You also made sure the frame was secure, wheels smooth, anything that could cause issues in his stay. Just wanting him to get some rest. As you did, you were not aware of Newt having a panic attack behind you. The moment you turned; he quickly hid his suitcase. Smiling big, with eyes darting everywhere.

"Doing alright? Seem a bit shaken, what's up?" You asked, as he keeps his nervous smile. A tug at his collar, before his eyes were now staring at something behind you. That made you raise a brow, before you slowly turned around. Just as you did, something jumped on you. You gave a shout, before you were tumbling into the once Hufflepuff. Both of you crashing to the ground.

"TEDDY-! NO! WEVE BEEN OVER THIS-!" You heard him shout, as you were helped up. Now you had a niffler choking you out, given he was dangling off your lanyard. Now knowing it was a niffler, you weren't upset. Your lanyard had many shiny pins and buttons. It can't be helped.

"Aw, you want a pin?" You cooed, as you soon scooped the little gremlin into your arms. Him still holding the lanyard, as Newt calmed down. Surprised to see Teddy calm as well. Just looking up at you with those big eyes. Sparkling with desire. You knew what to do, given many a child has ridden the bus. For one reason or another.

"Here is a nice shiny pin, all for you." You smiled, as you rummaged in your pocket. Soon you had a pin in hand, designed to look like the knight bus. With glittery windows, that made it sparkle like stars. That had the niffler let go of the lanyard, and make grabby hands for the pin. Into his tiny hands it went, and he hugged it tightly. A little chirp of happiness, before it went into his pouch. Safe and sound. Now he was satisfied, for the time being.

"Amazing..." Newt whispered, before he would take Teddy back. The little guy was quick to pull the new possession out, and showed it to his dad. Newt gave a 'ooo' and his eyes sparkled all the same. Just like a father, to a toddler. Melted your heart, to see a bond. How he kissed Teddy's head, and he gave chirps of joy.

"You have a talent for animals, I can see it clear as day. Teddy is always a handful, but like that you had it under control. No panic, and quick to find a solution. Amazing." He praised you, resulting a heavy blush on your face. What a praise and honor it was. Newt Scamander, praising your skills.

"Toddlers and nifflers are basically the same thing." You brushed off, before the bus was quick to make its sharp stop. You didnt move a inch, of course, but the father and son went flying. You winced, when Newt slammed into the window. He did, however, made sure to keep teddy wrapped around his arms. Pressed into his chest, so that the little thing suffered as little damage as possible. Such a pure soul.

"There is a reason we have complinetry sleeping potions and pain killers. Check the bedside table, back to work I go!" You waved goodbye, with Teddy waving bye as well. Since his dad was busy with new back pain.

Just like how it always was. Taking tickets, escorting newbies, comforting lost children, punching a drunk here and there. A typical night for the bus. As it was getting closer to the end of your shift, you would go and check on the famous celebrity. Up the stairs, and to the second floor.

There he was. His brief case locked to the bed frame, with an enchanted chain, and his coat hung up. His face pressed into the pillow, showing his knocked out face. Drooling, in a much needed rest. All the while little Teddy was snuggled close to his father. His face tucked under the man’s chin, and tiny hands hugging his dress shirt close. Safe, under the man’s arm.

You would sneak over, and make sure the blanket was pulled high enough for him and Teddy. Poor souls needed it. You wouldn’t be surprised if he would spend a few nights here. As if you would complain. The company would be needed, and who knows. Maybe a Pest Control guy would be needed. Sure get wild animagi coming in sometimes.

With Newt tucked in, and adjusting the pillow for Teddy, you would return down the stairs. All to be teased by that talking head for growing overly friendly with the celebrity. All it took was a flick, and he was spinning. That had you laugh, as you stretched.

Never a dull night, on that bus.

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jun-hug · 1 year

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dream team art school! au

Doodles that inspired me to write a little drabble fic :)

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This was Georges biggest project,

okay maybe biggest project this semester... or last 2 months, either way the assignment occupied boys attention for couple last weeks, especially this week. That's why his two best friends were so eager to meet up, it felt like they haven't seen him in so long yet they go to same university. When brunette texted on their group chat asking for a hand with a photoshoot he haven't even blinked an eye before they eagerly agreed.

What's even more exciting, boys haven't seen George's project yet! The oldest kept it a secret to "prevent the leaks" because apart from it being his assignment it was also an entry to one of his most ambitious fashion competitions. The fashion awards of all US fine arts universities. He had high hopes for it.

"Alright I'm almost ready, remember to put the ISO to 200, I borrowed those lights for a reason!” Georges words were a little muffled but still understandable as he worked on setting his design as perfectly as it could get.

"Got it Gogs, come on we don't have a whole day!” they did, their classes finished at 11am today and it was Friday so they were free for the next days. Sapnap was just eager to see the boys creation, after all he put all his heart into it, like he does to all his projects. "Actually we do" Dream interjected, youngest only glared at him knowing damn well he's as impatient considering constant taps on his thigh.

"Yeah Sap idiot, we have all day.. but you're right, it's better if the light from outside is still at it's best." he finally emerged from behind the wardrobe curtain. Okay. The boys were stunned it's not that George usually doesn't look like goddess himself - that's far from truth actually. It's just that this time they're seeing his art mixed with all his grace and beauty. Sapnap manages to whisper little "Oh god" only for Dream to hear, as the tallest boy starts "You-”

The baby blue glowy shirt, ornamented with flowered embroidery makes his face look soft, bringing out his strawberry cheeks and eyes hinted with a bit of peachy shadow. It all contrasts, yet fits without fault with a long, red, mermaid cut skirt. It's flowy, the material decorated with blue beads in the shape of hearts- And oh-

Dream gasps, Sapnap inhales loudly. Fishnets, George is wearing fishnets and the cut in the thigh is so high it shows his left leg fully. good christ, they are so down bad. Sapnap eyes Dream and They can really just see how both of them are fully raspberry blown faces.

They are both hot. red.

And The brunet who's the one and only cause is clearly oblivious to their reaction as he innocently asks "so how does it look?", makes a gesture with hands showing of the sleeves and frills on the skirt.

"I- you, it's well, George, it's so beautiful you look amazing." Dream exhaled eyes still on him, almost not blinking.

"George it truly is gleaming - I mean the colour palette for this one??? Ms Chevreu will loose her shit when she sees this! You actually are so skilled holy smokes” Sapnap added still admiring his friend's piece.

"awe thank you! I hope she looses her shit to be honest that would be funny, she's into reds recently so I think she will" boy snickered, his cheeks visibly tinted, not only from blush he applied couple minutes ago.

"alright!" he clapped his hands "time for shoot!"

Youngest set the light, while dark blond took photos to fill the entire SIM card folder. Taking that George was /very/ photogenic it was easy to catch the best shots, it's almost like he looks perfect in all of them. George is perfect tho, Dream thinks.

"Okay I think we're done, I took pictures from every side I think" Dream announced as George stretched "gods yes please my back is starting to hurt so bad" as to emphasize that he popped his bones ”ew George don't do that” Sapnap made a face.

"what do you mean you are the worst back popper I've met. Hearing only a scoff in response from other boy George's half lidded eyes closed for a little while.

"He's meditating guys!” Dream squeeked in one of his mocking voices, George giggled "he's died!"

"Okay, that's it I'm checking the photos!" Sapnap yanked the camera from the tallest's hands and plopped on one of the puff poufs. "Hey be careful you goose! this camera only cost me 5 and a half months of cafeshop money!” Dream hurried with scolding

George got up slowly and joined the youngest, soon enough all three of them were slumped on floor, brit in the middle looking and commenting on photos. "Hey guys.." brunet started, causing Dream and Sapnap turning to him.

"yeah?" dark brunette asked.

"thank you... for supporting me, like not only this time but at all" he turned his eyes from both pairs of theirs. Then he cupped each cheek and gave it a short kiss.

Boys blushed, all three of them.

"Yeah no problem Gogs, we'll always be your biggest fans" Sapnap breathed out.

"Always" Dream repeated.

And if for the rest of the day boys only watched movies all cuddled up on couch, snacking on anything they found in brunets kitchen, that was on them.

thank you for reading ♡

hugs,

Jun

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taste-thewaste · 3 months

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Firstprince Ficlet: Cornettos

Title: Cornettos Fandom: Red, White & Royal Blue Rating: E Pairing: Firstprince Alex x Henry Word count: 977 Tags: fluff, more fluff, all the fluff you could ever handle, hurt/comfort but it ends happy, Henry being pissed about ice cream but it's more than that Summary: Henry's angry that he can't get his favorite ice creams in the US, but it's about more than that. Alex makes him feel better. A/N: Wrote this in like 20 minutes because it popped in my head and I just wanted to write something cute and fluffy for once in my porny life!! This is so sweet and sappy pls don't @ me

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Alex looks up from his laptop where he’s buried in a case study when he hears the sound of the freezer door slamming. Henry has been napping for the last hour, but Alex guesses that he’s up now. He hears the distinct grumblings of a dissatisfied Brit and knows that something in the kitchen has got Henry upset.

“Hen? Everything okay?” Alex hollers, and he hears nothing but more disgruntled mumbles. “I can’t understand you when you mumble. I can barely understand you when you don’t,” he says with a wry smile. There’s nothing but silence, so he abandons his laptop and goes into the kitchen.

Henry is leaning against the kitchen island, dressed in a loose pair of gray sweats and a navy blue hoodie, one of Alex’s, his hair rumpled from sleep. His arms are crossed tightly over his chest and he looks for all the world like he’s a toddler that someone woke up before he was ready. Alex treads carefully.

“Baby? You alright?” he asks softly.

“I want a fucking Cornetto.” The words are not even in the realm of anything that Alex had thought possible to come out of Henry’s mouth, based on the look of serious dissatisfaction on his face.

[rest of fic below the cut]

“You…want a Cornetto,” Alex says flatly.

“Yes, I want a fucking Cornetto,” Henry says bitterly, scuffing his slippered toe against the floor.

“There are Drumsticks in the freezer, I got some yesterday,” Alex says brightly, mentally checking off the “solve Henry’s bad mood” item that had just popped up on his constantly-running mental list. He turns, rummages around in the freezer and pulls an ice cream cone encased in crinkly plastic out of a box and holds it out.

“It’s not the same, Alex,” Henry says, positively glaring at the treat in Alex’s hand. “It’s not the same at all.”

“Well. I mean. Cornetto’s are ice cream cones, this is an ice cream cone…” Alex trails off, and twirls it around lightly.

“Those are freezer-burned dehydrated vanilla clods on top of a soggy cardboard cone and covered in something that is barely legally allowed to be called ‘chocolate’,” Henry says in the most eerily Phillip way possible, and Alex’s eyebrows fly up into his hairline in surprise. “I want a butterscotch Cornetto, with butterscotch ice cream that is actually ice cream, with chocolate that is actually chocolate, and a crispy, crunchy cone. That’s what I want.”

And then, hand to God, Henry stamps his foot, and that’s when Alex loses it.

Henry’s face turns pink with irritation and he turns on his heel and strides away while Alex is wheezing with laughter, and Alex jogs after him lightly while he attempts to control himself. He sits down next to Henry, who has thrown himself angrily on the sofa.

“Hen, Hen. Henry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh. It’s just…it’s a little silly, don’t you think? Come on, it’s ice cream.” Alex tugs gently on Henry’s sleeve so he turns to look at him.

“It’s not just ice cream,” Henry says, and his face crumples in a way that shoots straight through to Alex’s heart. “It’s not.” Tears fill Henry’s blue eyes and spill down his cheeks.

“Oh, sweetheart…come here,” Alex says, and reaches his strong arms around Henry’s slight body, tugs him onto his lap easily. Henry buries his face into Alex’s neck and Alex wraps his arms around him tightly, feels Henry’s body shake with quiet sobs while he rubs small circles on his back. “Shh, shh, it’s okay. Oh, my poor baby. I’ve got you. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.”

After a few minutes, Henry looks up shakily and Alex offers him a small smile. He kisses Henry’s cheek, so softly it’s as if he barely does it, tastes the salt of his tears. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

“It’s stupid,” Henry mutters and looks down. Alex tilts Henry’s chin up gently with his finger until their eyes meet again. He can see the pain in Henry’s eyes, and he tries to convey without saying a word that nothing he does or thinks or says is ever stupid. It must work, because Henry sighs and says, “I just miss home. I miss my sister and my mum and Pez. I miss my favorite food and restaurants and museums. I love being here with you and I love living with you, but…I just miss it sometimes.” Henry’s voice is small and filled with embarrassment, vulnerability. It breaks Alex’s heart all over again.

“That’s totally understandable, love. Nothing to be ashamed of. Of course you miss it, of course you miss them,” Alex says softly, using the hand still on Henry’s back to scratch light, lazy patterns the way he likes. “Why don’t we see if Bea’s available for a Facetime later? I know it’s not the same, but I’d love to see her face, too.”

Henry visibly brightens a bit at the thought, and Alex can’t help but kiss him on the forehead. “Can we…we could go back for a visit soon?” Henry says hopefully, and Alex nods enthusiastically.

“The semester’s over next month, or you can go by yourself sooner if you want. Whatever you want to do, baby. I know it’s hard, but we’ve got options. You’re not cut off completely,” Alex says.

“I don’t know why I didn’t think of it earlier, I just…I was sad, and it all caught up to me. I’m sorry,” Henry says, and Alex nuzzles into Henry’s neck gently, kisses just underneath his ear, along his jaw until Henry is smiling.

“It’s hard to see things clearly when you’re not upset, no need for apologies,” Alex says simply. “But I will say just one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m never fucking buying Drumsticks ever again, you ice cream snob,” Alex says, and Henry’s laughs fill his ear, his heart.

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indouloureux · 2 years

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Joseph and the reader dancing in the rain and being head over heals for each other 🦋🦋🦋

AAAA i love dancing in the rain heksjsksjs

"come back inside!"

"no, come dance with me!"

"it's raining. you're gonna get sick."

"says who?"

"my very ethnic grandmother,"

joseph lets his hands fall to his sides, stands in the middle of your balcony with a look that says really?, full of sarcasm and disbelief. his curls dampen on his hair, sinking on his head as dark tendrils coat his forehead and the top of his ears.

there's a waterproof speaker sitting on the outdoor table. the doo-wop pop of ‘van halen's’ dance the night away begins. "baby, come on!" he pouts, like a sad puppy; all whiney and begging, his light blue shirt turning grey as the rain begins to pour harder. "dance with me, please? just this once? i wanna dance with my love."

his beseeching request is tempting, especially when his eyes are wide in excitement and the raindrops coat his eyelashes. and you fight between safety and jollity, but eventually decide on the latter as you realize you've got nowhere to go tomorrow but to be in his arms for the rest of the day.

so you give in for the sake of your boyfriend, moreso than the thought of enjoyment. you discard your socks and throw it aside, carefully stepping onto the white cement until your feet feels the amiss pattering of the cloud's tears.

joseph immediately paddles toward you, a hand to offer in his sudden thought that you might slip. you take it, the warmth of his hand long gone. you frown when you realize he's shaking a bit, but continue to walk to the rain nonetheless, simply for the satisfaction of seeing the cherubic smile on your lover's face.

the rain cascades you faster than it did to him seeing as you went late. your shirt getting heavier and darker, your hair getting a bit longer from being soused. and your eyes struggle to keep open when the drops land on your eyelashes and prick at your eyes.

he puts his hands on your face, thumbs wiping across your eyelids. "see? this is fun, right?"

"we're only standing."

"well, we don't have to."

and when david lee roth sings baby, won't you come and look my way, joseph takes your hand, lifting it to enlaced with his. "we can always dance," he says, stepping out to stretch your arms. "we can sing. we can have fun. we can do anything."

"and then we'll get sick," everything is cold — the raindrops sending shivers up your spine, raising the hair on your arms as joseph comes back to place his hand on your waist and lets the other rest on his shoulder. he pouts at your statement.

"it's a consequence i'll have to take if it means i get to do something cliche with you," his words bring warmth to your shivering heart. joseph gently sways you to the music that's overwhelmed by the rain that pours harder. "i'll take care of you even though i'm sick. we can take care of each other."

with feet stepping side to side, his hands feel up your damp shirt. "i love the sound of that," you twirl your finger onto the sunken curls on the nape of his neck. "i get to lather your face with vicks. then force you to eat ginger. yeah, i'll take care of you."

he furrows his eyebrows, the rain like watercolor paints a smile on his face, his lips on the verge of pale from the gelid breeze. "at least i got to dance with you, eh? like those movies. i'll eat a bucket full of ginger and shower in vicks if it means i'll dance with you forever."

joseph spins you around, your feet almost slipping on the puddled concrete. but he catches you, pushes you right against his chest where your hearts beat side by side. "what a fucking sap."

"oi," joseph wrinkles his nose at you. "don't blame me." you pull on his collar. "let's just dance the rain away, hm?"

he kisses you with brumal vehemence, your hands digging on the soppy cotton that dons his figure. your head buzzes in elation, lips synchronized against his with heavy pants that exchange hot breaths to warm your chattering mouths, occasional clicks when he dives in for another kiss. and you forget the fact that you both definitely will be sick tomorrow; because yeah, you'd get sick any day it it means you get to dance with joseph.

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littlespacereader · 9 months

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Hi! I would like to request a little!Dean Winchester fic? If you're not comfortable with that, or don't know the character that well, that's okay!

Of course I’m comfortable writing a Little Dean Winchester fic!! After I wrote A Trip to the Grocery Store I’ve been so in the mood to write another fic about Dean Winchester regressing! I hope you don’t mind a bit of Castiel being a Caregiver in this fic. I think him and Dean are such a cute Little and Caregiver pairing! Anyway please enjoy! Thanks for the request! 💞

A Little with a Bunker all to Himself

Little! Dean Winchester & Caregiver! Castiel (SFW!)

Tags - pacifiers, sippy cups, playing with toys, diapers, accident, mentions of past trauma, cuddling

Nicknames - little bee, little troublemaker, sweetheart, baby boy, little one and little boy

“Are you sure you okay by yourself?” Sam asked Dean. He brought his bags to the stairs that lead to the entrance of the Bunker.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Dean asked, redirecting the conversation. “Are you sure you’ll be okay by yourself on this hunt? I mean I’m perfectly fine to tag along with you.”

“No, no, it’s not even really a big deal. I read that this town has a possible ghost issue. Thought I’d check it out to see if it’s even true. It’s nothing I can’t handle.“ Sam explains.

“Yeah well after everything it really doesn’t seem like a lot when it’s just a ghost,” he laughs. “But regardless be safe and call me if you need me.” Dean pulled Sam into a hug before he left.

“I’ll be fine Dean. I’ll text you when I get there.” Sam grabbed his bags and walked up the stairs to the door. With a final wave he left the bunker.

Dean paused for a few minutes, making sure he heard Sam’s car pull out of the garbage and leave before he could really relax. A whole week to himself! No Sam, no anyone! Cas following a lead, Crowley was in hell and now Sam was out of the bunker for a week.

That means Little Dean could do whatever he wanted!!

Dean ran down the halls of the bunker and to his room. Once inside he grabbed his secret box from inside his closet and started to pull out all his little gear: his blue batman pacifier, his dino sippy cup, his favorite stuffed animal and…

He paused looking at the diaper. He knew he needed it when he slept while regressed, having woken up many times in the past with a wet bed. But today he was feeling reckless and a little older in his headspace. Plus he wasn’t planning on sleeping! He’s gonna stay up as late as he want!! He put the package of diapers back in the box and back in his closet.

Next was getting his toys! The box next to his little gear was a collection of toys both from his childhood and some he picked up along the way. He grabbed his hot wheel race cars and his legos before closing the box and putting it away.

And without further adu, it was time for Dean’s regression day all to himself!

The first order of business was getting changed. Dean grabbed a pair of soft pajama pants and one of his favorite flannels, red of course.

Then, arms full of little gear, he made his way to the kitchen. He grabbed his sippy cup and filled it to the top with some juice they had stocked in the fridge.

With the necessities out of the way, it was time for the fun part!

Dean popped his pacifier in and made his way to the main part of the bunker. He grabbed his hot wheels and lined up the two cars together on the table. Then, at the same time, he pushed the forward to see who would win.

The cars went flying across the table, falling off the end. Dean giggled and ran over to grab the cars and try it again. One of those cars was the same make and model of the impala. So naturally it had to win against this corvette.

Dean continued this race over and over again, making sure every one of his hot wheel cars lost to his impala. After the 15th car lost the race he picked up the cars and set them on the table.

“Baby is alway the winner!” He held the impala high up in the air.

He pocketed his impala and eyed the mess of cars sprawl across the table. Dean looked the mess and whined. He was too tired to put them away. And why would he? Sam’s gone for a week, he can clean that later.

Next was Legos! Dean dumped them out across another table and began to build. First he made a garage for his hot wheels impala. Then he made a house attached to the garage, that way the Lego figure could have a place to stay! He popped his pacifier in and concentrated on his build.

That went on for an hour or two before Dean got tired of that as well. He looked at the mess on the table and decided like the cars, the mess could wait.

He grabbed his now empty sippy cup and went to the kitchen once more. He made himself a small sandwich and was off to the tv room in the bunker.

With his dinner on the coffee table, he sat down and grabbed the remote, turning on Scooby-Doo to enjoy for the rest of the evening. He popped his pacifier out and began to eat.

After the fourth episode his sandwich was devoured and his sippy cup once again emptied. His phone buzzed in his pocket. Dean picked it up and checked it. Sam texted that he made it to the town safely and was settling in for the night.

Dean send a quick text back wishing him a good night before he put his phone on the coffee table and resumed Scooby-Doo.

Within another three episode Dean’s eyes were becoming droopy and tired. He could’ve went to sleep right there but his throat was too uncomfortably dry. So reluctantly he pulled himself off the comfy couch and practically sleep walked to the kitchen.

He lazily opened the fridge and grabbed some water. After filling up his sippy cup, he took a seat at the table and started to drink. But he was still so sleep and the kitchen was the perfect temperature for napping. Not too cold not too hot.

He decided to rest his head against the table and just relax for a minute. But that minute last wayyyy longer than he originally planned. Eventually he fell asleep resting on the table, one arm to rest his head on and the other still holding onto his sippy cup.

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Castiel had been trying to get in touch with Dean for two hours now. No doubt he was still up despite it being late hours. Dean was a night owl for the most part, except when he regressed.

But usually when Dean starts to feel Little he lets Castiel know, that way he had his Angel Caregiver to watch over him. But Castiel got no such text or call.

Castiel was the only one in Dean’s life that knew about his regression. He had always known Dean was a Little but never told him, always looking for the right opportunity to ask him about it.

That opportunity came when he went to the grocery store with Dean and caught him staring at the sippy cups for sale. After that Dean became his Little and he became his Caregiver. The two shared so many wonderful moments together.

The two learned a lot about each other from their new relationship. Dean is such an energetic and lovable Little. He’s especially cuddly and clingy to Castiel when regressed. And Castiel is a bit of a pushover, but also a mother hen. He’s patient and gentle Caregiver to Dean.

So when Castiel received no text or call from Dean he started to worry. His lead brought him to a dead end anyway so he was already on route to the bunker.

“Dean?” Castiel called when he entered the Bunker.

He noticed Sam’s car was missing. So maybe he went on a solo hunt, after all Dean would never chose Sam’s car over his own for a hunt. That left Dean all by himself in the bunker.

Before Castiel could worry more he made his way to the bottom of the stairs and into the main part of the Bunker. There, sprawled across two tables were Dean’s favorite toys: hot wheels and Legos.

Castiel breathed a sigh of relief. Dean was okay, he was just regressed. But just as relief came over him, his worrying returned. Why hadn’t he called him? He continued into the hallways to find his little troublemaker.

The tv room sat empty with just a plate of crumps and Scooby-Doo playing in the background. He walked over and grabbed the pacifier and plate. He pocket the pacifier and grabbed the plate to bring to the kitchen.

Finally Castiel had found his little boy in the kitchen. Dean was lightly sucking on his thumb in his sleep, still resting his head on the table with one arm holding his sippy cup protectively.

He placed the plate in the sink and made his way over to his mischievous little boy. He stopped and froze for a minute. A sigh left his mouth.

When Dean was regressed he was a notorious bed wetter. In his actual earlier days, hoping hotel to hotel took a toll emotionally on Dean. His fears of the demons and monsters his father hunted would haunt him at night. In the morning when the bed was wet, John would yell and punish him.

So eventually Dean started to become better at hiding it or simply blamed it on his younger ‘not potty trained’ brother until eventually Dean grew out of it.

Regression helped Dean work on his troubled past. But it also brought back his bed wetting issue. Castiel never minded the accidents. He introduced Dean to the idea of wearing diapers and while he was a bit reserved at first, he started to associate diapers with comfort and security.

But as Castiel stared at his little boy, it seems tonight the idea of wearing a diaper might’ve slipped his mind. His rebellious boy. He knew he had to wake Dean up and get him changed, so Castiel softly rubbed his shoulder, slowly bringing Dean out of his little nap.

Dean started to whine and stretch his tired arms. He looked to the source of what woke him up and was met with two beautiful blue eyes.

Dean paused and looked at the angel, shocked to see him. But then he felt it, his cold and wet pants. His eyes glanced down to see the accident. After a moment he looked back at Castiel, eyes now full of tears.

“I-I didn’t mean to- I was…I didn’t…” Dean couldn’t even speak through the shock and sadness he was feeling.

Castiel just shushed him, bringing him close so he could rest his head on his chest while Dean was still seated. “It’s okay Dean, you’re okay my little bee. It’s just a small accident, that’s all. There is nothing to be worried about. I’m here, I’m going to help you.”

Dean looked at Cas both shocked and scared. “You’re not mad?” Dean forgot to text him about regressing and now he had an accident. Surely Cas should be extremely mad at him.

But instead he looked at him compassionately, looking to care for him rather than just scream and yell at him. “No sweetheart I’m not mad at you.” He smoothed Dean’s hair.

“I do want to have a talk about all this, not an angry talk but just a talk. But first and foremost I want to get you changed.” Castiel explained as he helped Dean up and out of the kitchen.

Dean’s head was spinning with horrible outcomes. Castiel had never given Dean a reason not to trust him, but Dean never let his guard down. This talk could be the end of everything. The idea started to bring tears to Dean’s eyes.

“I don’t want to talk.” Dean voice cracked mid sentence as a sob broke through. He didn’t want to lose Cas! He just got his wonderful Caregiver and now he was leaving.

Castiel had stopped in his tracks. “No no no baby boy. This is not going to be a bad talk. We just need to have a conversation about today. You’re not in trouble.” He held Dean’s hands tightly in his own.

Not in trouble? But Dean was wrong? But Cas wasn’t yelling or punishing him. All he wanted to do was talk about it. It started to ease some of Dean’s anxieties.

“You’re not leaving?” Dean asked quietly.

“Not unless you want me to. And even then I’ll always be watching over you Dean.”

Dean shook his head, “Please never leave.” He held onto Cas’s hands tighter.

“Then I never will.” Cas shared a small smile with Dean.

The two walked into Dean’s room. Castiel helped him out of his wet pants and underwear and into a fresh pair of pajamas bottoms as well as one of his diapers.

Once changed Dean sat patiently on the bed for Cas to finish up in the bathroom. His foot bounced anxiously as he waited. Cas made it clear he wasn’t mad and he wasn’t angry. So what were they going to talk about? He leaned over the bed and grabbed his stuffie to hold.

Castiel walked out of the bathroom and over to his anxious boy. Dean didn’t take disapproval or disappointment well. But he had to talk to him about today so that there was nothing left unsaid between the two of them.

He sat down next to his little one and put a gentle hand on his leg, stopping it from bouncing so rapidly.

“Dean, I want to talk to you about today,” Cas started out with.

“I know for many years you’ve regressed and took care of yourself. So the idea of having someone looking after you is still new to you,” Dean opened his mouth to stop Cas but he simply held a finger up and continued this thought. “I’m okay with you having some time to yourself, to regress alone. We all need time alone. All I ask from you is if you do to let me know when you do. That way incase anything happens or you need me, I’ll be ready.” Castiel went on to explain.

Dean listened carefully to his words and nodded along. Cas is truly an angel. Without Dean saying a word he perfectly knew how he felt. “That sounds good.”

With the two of them on the same page, Castiel started to help Dean get tucked into bed. Dean took Cas’s hand again, “But I want you to stay. Sammy gone for a week.”

Castiel smiled, “Of course I’ll stay. I gotta keep an eye on you.” He winked playfully. Dean giggled.

“Especially because someone forgot to clean up after themselves when they were playing with their cars, their Lego and forgot to put their plate away after eating.” Castiel reminded.

Dean started to blush deeply, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dean shrugged and tried to say.

Castiel rolled his eyes and smirked, “Likely story.”

He hoped in bed next to Dean and the two cuddled up together. Dean wrapped his arms around Cas’s midsection and rested his head on his chest. Castiel wrapped an arm around Dean’s shoulders and carded his hand through his hair. He handed Dean his pacifier from his pocket which Dean gratefully took.

“You never have to worry about anything you do Dean. No matter how bad you think it is, I will never hurt or yell at you for anything. Just like tonight we will just talk about it and work it out. You never have to be afraid of any sort of harsh punishment.”

Castiel’s words soothed Dean’s worries. He snuggled closer next to Cas. “Thank you.” He said around his pacifier.

Castiel smiled, “Of course my little bee, of course.”

With a kiss to Dean’s forehead, the two settled in to sleep. Well…Dean slept peacefully cuddled next to Cas. And Cas being the guardian angel he’s always been watched over his mischievous boy while he slept.

He shook his head and smiled to himself. Dean Winchester, both in and out of headspace was a handful.

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homicidal-slvt · 8 months

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"Rainy Days"

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

OCs x F!Reader

You are a young woman who also happens to be a witch- ending up with you in a college of mythical beings... {This story is gonna be silly chaos and will be aimed at my fellow bisexuals.}

Warnings: None.

Days drag on and yet go by quickly at the same time, it makes for a whirlwind of complicated emotions. You haven't encountered Sev again and if you're being honest- you're afraid to.

What is he? What are their intentions?

Perhaps you're being a bit paranoid or overly cautious but hey- better a live chicken than a dead duck, right?

Lost in your thoughts you bump into someone...

"Oh shit! Sorry."

Wait- their build seems familiar- Shit.

"Hey, it's no biggie! Clearly we're destined to meet in the worst ways possible."

Still just as chipper as he turns to face you, those baby blues twinkling in the flickering lights of the hall. Naturally you took a step back and cleared your throat.

"Uh, yeah..."

"Dude, I'm real sorry bout' scaring you when we first met. I didn't mean to- honest! I just get so used to doin' my ghostly stuff that I forget it is a bit weird for others."

He seems to be completely sincere in his apology, he truly didn't mean any harm. Something about him reminds you of an over excited puppy, too much pent up energy resulting in disaster.

"It's fine."

"Nah, nah. I should learn to be more careful- it was totally my bad. By the way- names, Cassian."

Despite his clearly outgoing nature he also seems a bit awkward, he starts to hold out his hand for a handshake then pauses and second guesses himself- simply tucking his hand back into his pants pocket... Maybe he's worried that he'll unintentionally make you uncomfortable? Who knows.

You simply offer him a slight smile in an attempt to be a bit more friendly, the guy doesn't seem all that bad at least.

"Anyyywaaays-"

He drags out the word quite a bit while shuffling his feet, baby blues now directed over towards the window. Thick stormy gray clouds are gathering in the sky above, the weather certainly isn't looking too great.

"Looks like it might rain. Do you have an umbrella?"

Fuck... That's what you forgot to grab. Of course.

Surely enough within a couple minutes there's a down pour of rain, there's no way you're going to be able to walk outside and to the other building in that.

"Nope..."

"Would ya like to share my umbrella then, so you can get back to your room dry? Least I can do since our rocky first meeting."

You hesitate slightly but you really don't want to be a drenched rat today- so you give a small nod.

"Yeah... Thanks."

"Not a problem, dude! Let's go!"

He pops open his big ass umbrella the second you two get out the door, he ensures that you are well shielded from the rain as you both walk. He tries his best not to get too much in your personal space- which sorta sacrifices part of his right side getting him wet. You sigh and move closer in to get him to hold it over both of you.

"Don't get wet because of me."

He gets visibly awkward again and unsure of himself, offering a goofy little smile in your direction and a nod.

"Yeah, just didn't wanna... Yeah, okay."

Once you two finally reach the building you glance down at your wet shoes- but hey. At least the rest of you is dry. Your phone buzzes in your pocket with a text from your aunt, you bid a polite goodbye to, Cassian.

After heading upstairs and reaching your room, you pull out your phone to check the text, door clicking shut behind you.

'Do you want to have coffee with me this weekend?'

{Please be nice to Cassian. He's doing his best I swear. LMAO}

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pdouwes · 5 months

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Hi, I'm a big fan of your blog and your gifs in general! I was wondering if you had any tutorial on how you color? Particularly your Wicked and Hadestown gifs look incredibly gorgeous and the colors really pop, and I'm so curious as to how you achieve those effects. Amazing work overall :D

hiii, oh my god thank you so much!! 🥺❤️

i'm happy to show you how i color my gifs but pls note that i basically have no idea what i'm doing, everything i know i taught myself via trial and error and this is just something i found works for me.

that being said, here's a quick (and very messy) bootleg coloring tutorial under the cut!

okay so, when it comes to making gifs and coloring in general, good source material is key. bright and clear videos make the coloring process SO much easier.

i picked an old 2010 wicked oberhausen boot for this tutorial. it doesn't have the highest resolution but the colors translate nicely and the lighting is pretty good as well.

now, this is our base gif cropped and sharpened. i usually want my gifs to look as natural and as close to their base version as possible with just colors and contrast enhanced slightly. baby steps are important here!

first thing i do is add a brightness/contrast layer. these are my settings for this gif:

i rarely ever go above 20 with either brightness or contrast. adding too much early on will make your gif look grainy in the end. our gif now looks like this:

not much has changed but a little goes a long way, trust me. next up is a curves layer. i click the little arrow to open the drop down menu and select increase contrast (rgb). afterwards i reduce the opacity. for this gif i set it to 52%.

this will darken the gif again but it also gets rid of these white spots on elphaba's dress which is great.

next, we start playing around with colors. i usually use 3 color fill and one or two selective color layers. this really is just playing around until you find the settings that you think look good. for this gif i wanted to enhance the green and neutralise some of the yellow, so i went with two color fill layers first.

green to slightly enhance the green of elphie's skin and blue to neutralise the yellow in glinda's hair.

next we're going with a selective color layer. think of the colors you want to pop. for this gif the obvious choices are elphie's skin and glinda's dress.

i added a second layer to further adjust the greens

and ended up with this gif

i then added another color fill layer, set it to multiply and reduced the opacity to 12

followed by a color balance layer

the purpose of these layers is to slightly "cool down" the gif, meaning they decrease orange/yellow undertones while enhancing the blue and purple ones.

next up is a levels layer to add a tiny bit more brightness

followed by a vibrance layer to make existing colors pop

and another curves layer for more brightness/contrast with the opacity set to 50%

our gif now looks like this:

almost done! we're finishing up with a black and white gradient map layer for some more depth

and a cooling filter to further reduce the yellow/orange tones of glinda's face and hair

and that's it!

so, here you go. this is my coloring process most of the time. sometimes i add more layers (on top or in between), other times i use less, it all depends on the specific scene and the mood i'm in lol.

now, could you leave out some of these steps? yeah, definitely. some layers probably don't even make that much of a difference but i like adding them anyway.

you can download the psd here. feel free to play around with my settings and add or delete layers as you see fit. hope this was at least somewhat helpful!

#ask #coloring tutorial #photoshop tutorial #*psd #*tutorial #*ps help #i don't know how to explain things i'm sorry

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practically-an-x-man · 29 days

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Your OCs get a job at a floral shop! What's their favorite flower to work with, and how artistic do their arrangements get?

Oh cool! Thank you!

Fair warning, I know very little about flowers or plant husbandry in any way, so I'm pretty much going off of appearance and vibes here lol

Rae: I could see her being really partial to dusty miller in her arrangements, since she thinks that silver color is just so cool. She's not much of an artist, so her arrangements are probably fairly simple/not particularly sophisticated, and she chooses flowers solely based on what she thinks look cool together.

Robin: Would create very elegant, coordinated arrangements, and would be partial to the delicate filler flowers like baby's breath or Queen Anne's lace.

Madison: I don't know why, but I could see her really liking the flowers that come in cones, like foxgloves or snapdragons. Her arrangements would be a lot of filler greens with a few notable pops of color, a little more understated.

Ophelia: I'm gonna be honest, I have no idea what these are called, but one time my family got me this bouquet for opening night at one of my theatre shows and it had a bunch of little spiky leaves and burrs as filler plants, and tiger lilies as the main flower - anyway, she'd also think those spiky filler plants are fun. In general her arrangements would be well-structured but fairly standard, since she'd be more inclined just to pull from whatever guidelines her superior gives her, and in her personal life she's more the type to give someone a cactus or succulent for a gift instead of a bouquet.

Gia: I mean, this is literally her whole job, so she definitely knows how to put together a wide variety of beautiful arrangements. Definitely artistic, definitely well-made. I also genuinely can't pick a favorite, since she'd pick one based on more factors than just visuals and I don't have enough flower knowledge to know what would work for her. Any suggestions?

Jasper: Would create very loud, fun arrangements - they might clash a bit, but in a cool way. I could see them being fond of peonies or roses because they come in so many different colors.

Kestrel: Would choose their arrangements based on native plants and what would effectively grow together, drawing off of nature instead of just choosing the flowers based on visuals alone. They feel like it's more coordinated that way, and it's honestly a minor pet peeve of theirs to see flowers that natively grow on opposite ends of the globe in the same arrangement. Their favorite flower is a dandelion, though not necessarily to put in an arrangement.

Katherine: Oh, she'd create some lovely arrangements! She's an artist, so she understands how color and shape fit together very well, though she's more focused on the appearance than the longevity of the flowers together. I don't think she has a favorite - maybe pansies? They look cool.

Quinn: Oh, she's going wild and you know it! She'd probably be the carnivorous plant type, which doesn't exactly go in an arrangement - she'd probably just end up giving someone a pot of Venus flytraps or pitcher plants instead.

Eris: Honestly, they would not have the patience for any job that delicate. He probably creates very eclectic arrangements based on nothing but his own bored amusement, and they're probably all either toxic or covered in thorns.

Nikoletta: Her arrangements are generally very dark, because it disguises any slips she might have with her shadow-touch on the petals - black irises, black Barlow Columbines, etc.. She also probably could make a lot of money selling "authentic" black roses for the more macabre crowd - they're real roses, not painted or anything, and nobody has to know they grow as just regular reds.

Jimmy: Eryngium is a cool ethereal sort of blue, so we're gonna go with that for him. I think he'd try to stick to fairly simple, clean arrangements, with just a few types of plants and not much filler.

#my friends!!!#answered asks #my ocs #jasper wilson #ophelia octavius #oc quinn/aces #madison douglas #oc kestrel #rae mckinney #robin cassidy #gia pantazis #oc eris #nikoletta bordeaux #oc katherine johnson #jimmy luciano

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saywhatjessie · 6 months

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Day three of the Advent calendar! Using this list. Day 3: Beach Trip Fandom: Red White & Royal Blue (novel) - Pairing: FirstPrince .8k[Ao3]

“Oh hey!” Alex said, delightedly staring out their front door. “Someone dropped off a Christmas tree!”

“Oh, yes,” Henry said nervously. “I arranged it with Shaan. I knew you’re probably want to pick out your own for our first Christmas but I have no idea how one does that in America. Forgive me?”

Alex hummed, leaning into his space. “This time. But we’re going to a tree farm next year.”

Henry hummed back and kissed him.

“Mm!” Alex said against his lips pulling back. “But we don’t have any shit! Like ornaments or garland or lights!

“We do have lights,” Henry told him, gesturing to the bag next to the tree. “And I’m sure Shaan included standard baubles.”

“Fuck your standard baubles! That’s not what Christmas is about.” Alex immediately tore away from Henry and started scouring around the Brownstone.

“No?” Henry asked, watching him.

“No!” Alex said, voice muffled as he buried it in a cupboard. “It’s about embarrassing homemade decorations or half broken mementos you can point and laugh at while being quietly nostalgic about.”

“Okay,” Henry said, continuing to watch bewilderedly. “But we don’t have any of those. Seeing as this is our first Christmas.”

“I know!” Alex shouted. “Which is why I’m searching for random stuff that could be ornaments.”

“Ah,” Henry said, caught up. “Shouldn’t we at least bring the tree inside first?”

Alex paused in his manic scavenger hunt before nodding, accepting Henry’s terms.

The tree was already in a stand but still encased in a net, so it just needed to be shimmied inside before they cut off the string and let it settle. Henry grabbed the bag and started poking around to see what Shaan had provided.

“There are two varieties of lights: white and rainbow.”

“Based,” Alex said, ruffling some branches to make it look fuller.

Henry hummed. “There’s also the baubles as I said in standard white silver and gold. No glitter, though, because Shaan is amazing.”

“We can always depend on that sweet sweet ass.”

Henry rolled his eyes. “He’s also given us a tree topper that looks like the star from Super Mario.”

“No shit?” Alex said, whirling around to peer with Henry. “That’s cool as hell!”

“I do think that Shaan included this to make fun of you in his most professional way.” Henry noted.

“I’m fine with that, I like him when he’s mean.” Alex winked and Henry rolled his eyes again.

“Do you want to put up the lights first before you continue your scavenger hunt for pseudo ornaments?”

Alex groaned. “Fine.”

They put the lights on, Henry using his height to reach the taller parts of the tree while Alex kept everything even and at the correct depth, whatever that meant. They placed the baubles semi-randomly, spreading them evenly over the tree while leaving spaces for whatever Alex and Henry managed to find that could pass as an ornament.

They agreed to save the star for last. It seemed right.

“How about the spider-man keychain Nora made?” Henry asked, holding up a felted charm lovingly stabbed by Nora. “That’s ornament-y.”

“Love it, put it up!” Alex said, his voice coming from the office.

Henry did, giving it a point of honor at the front.

Alex came in with his hands practically overflowing.

“And what do we have here?” Henry asked, amused.

“Well!” Alex started, dumbing everything on the couch. “We’ve got Pop Ruth Bader Ginsberg, who doesn’t have a hook but she can just chill on a branch.”

“Of course,” Henry smiled.

“Then I’ve got this mini version of pride and prejudice that can kind of hang. And a fidget spinner with the union jack for you, duh.”

“Obviously.”

“The costume glasses from when I was Chuckie Finnster for Halloween, some silly bandz I was holding onto for sentimental reasons, and of course,” He grinned. “My VIP badge from the Rio Olympics.”

Henry groaned. “Alex, no.”

“Alex, yes!” Alex grinned. “Come on, baby. From our first meeting!”

“Where I was a prick to you.”

“And I’ve been a prick since.” He shrugged. “We still love each other and all that dumb shit.”

Henry sighed. “Yes, I suppose we do.”

Alex grinned.

They put all the junk on the tree plus some more assorted junk they managed to pull together and, all in all, it did make it look more personal.

“Now for the finishing touch–” Alex picked up the Mario star, grinning. “Lift me up.”

Henry snorted. “Unnecessary.”

“But hot. Come on, pick me up.”

Henry sighed but stooped to grip Alex around the thighs and lift.

“Whoa!”

“You asked for this!”

Alex laughed, wiggling his arse on Henry’s shoulder to get comfortable as he leaned in and placed the star.

Henry let him down slowly, Alex’s body sliding against his. Alex spun in his grip so he landed face to face, his smiling mouth tilted up.

“Merry Christmas, Henry.”

Henry smiled back, leaning down to kiss him. “Merry Christmas, Alex.”

#red white and royal blue #red white & royal blue #rwrb #rw&rb #FirstPrince #oops I wrote a thing #writing Advent

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lazypanartist · 2 years

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Hi hiii! Im back! I got a wee bit ambitious and thought I could knock out 3 stories before it got to today, but I didn't prove so lucky. But, I did finish one, and on my birthday no less! So there's that! 😊 I at least managed that!

Anyways, as usual, I hope you enjoy. I took inspiration from the prompt you gave lol. As usual, lmk if your in the mood for something! Blindbox, continuations, I can even try some more Halloween stuff, even though itd be laaaaaate.

-📝Nonnie

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"I told you my top shelf movies were going to be a bit much for you."

Leonardo shuddered and looked away, his discomfort levels through the roof as he strained to pull a relaxed smirk. "It's nothing! Nothing, please, this is like…It's like watching VeggieTales! Pssh!"

You sighed and shook your head, turning the film off. "I warned you that Pontypool gets pretty rough. I thought that you learned to listen when I warned you about all the others. You flipped while watching Get Out. And Ginger Snaps made you squeamish."

"The transformations looked really painful…" your boyfriend grimaced sympathetically, before huffing and cleaning up the popcorn he knocked over, tossing the occasional piece in his mouth when he claimed the Five Second Rule.

"Yeah, that's why I like it, the whole process being something- nevermind, sorry. Leo, hun, it's fine if you can't handle the Top Shelf. They aren't for everyone."

Your boy in blue crossed his arms, peering at you like he was trying to crack a code. "How come you aren't scared by any of those movies? Not even the cheap jumpscares get you!"

You shrugged, cleaning up the pop cans and spilled soda on your table before getting to your movie shelf and taking the disc out of the dvd player. "I dunno. I mean, some of it scares me. Like the atmosphere puts me on edge and the concepts make my mind run wild, but…Eh, I guess I'm just not bothered by horror. It's why I have so many scary movies. Probably just used to it all. I can predict story beats too well now."

Cocking a brow, your lover lifted his head from where he was looking through the lower, tamer movie shelf. "Used to it, huh…? Oh, wait, can we actually watch Kubo and the Two Strings?"

"Yeah, no problem."

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Neon💙Leon changed your name to Dreamboat 💞

Neon💙Leon: Hey! I have d8 nite nxt wk!

Neon💙Leon: Meet up @ manhole n I'll walk u there. Want 2 surprise u✨

Dreamboat💞: Halloween night? okay u got it. What time?

Neon💙Leon: 7pm. make sure u bring ID.

Dreamboat💞: Hey champ, baby, love of mine, if it needs ID how are u getting in.

Neon💙Leon: Donnie made us fakes like 2 months ago. I'm sure it'll work.

Chuffed, you pocketed your phone while you finished doing the dishes. Once the last plate was scrubbed, dried and put away, you bid your roommate goodbye and off you went, grabbing your keys as you left. You made sure to grab your longboard and head off, kicking off on the ground and sailing your way through the streets. Your sneaker dashed against icky puddles as you moved, the dark wheels allowing you to cut your travel time down as you coasted along. It wasn't long before you swerved down an alley, a relaxed grin on your face as you waved to your boyfriend.

"Heyoo. How's my hunk doin?"

Leonardo snorted, looking amused but embarrassed at your words. "Pretty good, my- wait, why aren't you in costume?!"

You shrugged. "I'm dressed as a guy from Staten Island. Besides, you never told me to."

"Eugh. That IS scary. It's okay, it should be fine. Come on! ¡Vámonos!"

Chuckling to yourself, you picked your board up and carried it while holding a hand out, excitedly squeezing the scaled hand that gripped your own. You let Leonardo lead you on a walk, swinging your joined hands once in a while as the two of you teased or joked with one another. You were happy anytime you got a rise out of the Hamato, the blush you were rewarded with when you managed to fluster him being sweeter than any king sized candy handed out.

The two of you walked for a while, Leonardo dressed in his Jupiter Jim Alien look for the day and getting plenty of positive feedback for it. Before long, the blue-clad mutant pointed to a building with a small simple banner hung up outside. Your eyes widened as you locked onto the wording, reading out loud in excitement before turning back to Leo in wonder.

"The Hex House? Manhattan's most terrifying haunted house?! Oh my god, you didn't."

"Oh," crooned the slider, pulling two tickets from his fanny pack and fanning them out, "But I did, my charming partner. Two tickets to the biggest fright night of our lives. I had yours ordered special."

You blinked at that, curious to what he meant, but as you approached the booth and passed over your ticket and ID, the worker glanced at the different stub and sneered, grabbing a lanyard with a glow stick attached and handing it over.

"Put that on before you head in."

You nodded, confused but willing as you looped it over your head and let it dangle against your chest. Your mutant boyfriend smirked as well and threw an arm around you. "Prepare for the scariest thing you ever experienced, baby~"

Grinning, you waited a little while longer with your partner until a large man with a buffalo skull for a mask lumbered up while you two were laughing and chatting. He grabbed you by the shoulder and yanked you, dragging you over to a large double door before opening it and shoving you in. Baby Blue slipped in behind you, and the door was slammed shut, casting you both in darkness.

This was going to be great for you.

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Things were not going great for Leonardo.

The terrapin had plans. Extensive ones. He had planned on the change of pace and scenery to wind you up. He planned on the frightful decor and costumes to make you scream. He planned on actors grabbing and shaking the bravery out of you like it was a loose marble.

He planned on getting you the special Hard Mode ticket, so you would be scared out of your wits, and cling to him for once.

Instead, he found himself jumping and yelping once again as a puff from an air cannon startled him into your arms, your slight flinch at the noise being the only reaction of shock. You chuckled slightly, and squeezed him. This was…well, not at all what he wanted. He was the brave leader of the Mad Dogs! The Face Man! He was better than this.

Grumbling some, the slider felt his bad mood coming off him in waves, which you seemed immune to.

["-...just not bothered by horror. It's why I have so many scary movies. Probably just used to it all. I can predict story beats too well now."]

Huh…

Did…story beats happen even here? UGH! Why didn't he think of that?! A rather upset chirp escaped your boyfriend as he crossed his arm, the exit coming upon you both far too soon. The two of you stepped out, and Leo took the polaroids they handed out at the end.

You looked thrilled.

Heaving a big sigh, Leonardo continued on at a brisk pace, you having to hurry to catch up to him.

"Babes! Wait!"

You almost tripped catching up to him, but you managed to pick up the pace and walked side by side. Leo looked away, unhappy.

"Babes? Come on, Hero, talk to me. What did I do?"

"More like what DIDN'T you do!! This whole-!" Leo corrected his tone, taking a breath and making sure not to yell. "Sorry, sorry, just…this whole date was planned so you could be scared! I wanted you to have a little bit of thrill!! Movies don't bug you and scary stories and youtube creepypastas and r/letsnotmeet shit doesn't work, I wanted you to just…!

"Look, I wasn't trying to like, be mean scare you. Okay, maybe a bit, but really! I just wanted you to experience shock! And, and and and surprise and be spooked for the season! You're just too…cool, and brave, and for once, I wanted to comfort you like you do with me all the time…" The mutant sighed, rubbing at his face. A civilian walked past you both, complimenting Leonardo on his Jupiter Jim alien costume and held a hand up. He didn't even look up as he gave the dweeby person a high five as you both kept walking.

You frowned, scratching the back of your head in confusion. "What do you mean? I was scared out of my wits in there."

Your boyfriend slowly turned and gave you a disbelieving look. "You laughed at a jumpscare and asked the actor where they got their chainsaw."

"Yeah, well, I didn't think you wanted to deal with me screaming and crying. I sorta…compartmentalized everything. Treated it like a movie and stuff." Picking the skin on your cheek, you looked away from Leo, who was straightening up the more you talked. "I just…I don't know. The lighting was disorienting and I was scared I would embarrass you or hurt myself. I was scared the whole time about something or other. Didn't exactly want you to think I was a pu-"

"Wait, so. You were SCARED. How come you didn't freak out at all??"

You thought quietly before smiling. "I had you there. I knew, y'know, no matter what, you would have my back if something went down. As long as you leap into my arms, I know it's something you know I can comfort you about. So it's not big and scary or going to hurt me." You gently patted his jaw with a cheeky grin. "After all, who can be scared while having a hero like you keeping them safe?"

Leonardo froze, watching as you kept walking. His eyes looked back down at the polaroid and, while yes, he was screaming at some scare not captured on the camera, he could see you behind him. Your eyes were wide with surprise and shock, but your smile was warm as you only paid attention to him.

The ninja quickly caught back up with you, holding a hand out which you took in your own. The two of you walked back to your place, already talking about ordering something in as you bickered about either getting pizza again or ordering from the Jamaican patty place. You both kept an eye or an ear out for whatever lay in the shadows, knowing you both would be there to comfort the other no matter what scares may lie ahead in the dark, overcast night.

Happy birth!!

And this is so cute!! Reader not wanting to freak Leo out by panicking, Leo wanting them to be scared so he can comfort them.. idiots to lovers except they're already lovers 💕

#📝 anon #kana's chats #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rise leo x reader

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