#and proceeds to follow him around like a lost puppy

[hees-mine]

DESTROYED - L. HEESEUNG

Pairing: heeseung ⚥ reader

Warnings: smut, rough, unprotected sex, finger sucking, cum eating, blowjob, cursing, crying, dirty talk, degrading, fully consensual, heeseung is mean calls reader whore, slut, bitch, so if you’re (for lack of a better word) sensitive, please proceed with caution.

Genre: 18+, smut, Minors do not interact!

WC: 3,327k

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"What the fuck are you staring at?" A male voice says in your direction, but you're far too entranced to notice anyone speaking to you.

Until the person and the voice get closer and closer to you. "I said, what are you fucking staring at?" He slams his palms down on your table, startling you and making you flinch as his large figure looms over your trembling one. 

You suck in a breath, barely able to breathe because he is so close to you. You have never been this close to him ever.

Well, only in your dreams.

In your dreams, where you and him were together.

"I-" you nearly short circuit trying to come up with an answer as his warm fans across your flushed face.

"Come on, I don't got all fucking day," he whispered to you and you only.

You were both in the back of the library, and it was just the two of you, but he still kept his voice low.

"Y-you, I w-was looking at you." You decided to tell the truth, gulping nervously as you shifted in your seat. You may or may not have stayed in the library a little longer just so you could stare at him from time to time.

"Why?" He grips the collar of your shirt, yanking you closer to him, his face just inches away from you, and your breath gets caught in your throat.

You can't help but stare at his lips, completely mesmerized by him despite the strong hold he has you in.

The closeness and the scent of his cologne made you feel weak in the knees, and you let out an involuntary whimper. "Hee-" you whine as his grip on your shirt tightens.

"What's wrong with you? Can you not speak?" He insults you, but it goes in one ear and out the other as you get lost in his angry gaze. "Maybe I can help." he lets go of your wrinkled collar and roughly cups your cheek, using his thumb to pull your bottom lip downward. Now, maybe you can utter more than two fucking words.

But you don't, and your brain is on autopilot as you let your intrusive thoughts win and mindlessly suck his thumb into your mouth.

His breath gets caught in his throat from your sudden, unexpected action. 

"Hmm," you hum, sucking on his thumb and looking up at him with the most innocent look you could muster.

A knowing smirk reaches the side of his mouth. "So that's why you were staring. You wanna fuck me, is that it?" He cocks his brow, looking at your pathetic face. You're drooling around his thumb, your thighs squeezing together as you moan shamelessly in the back of the library.

You nod rapidly, too far gone to answer him properly. You wanted him for way more than sex, but the arousal coursing through you was stopping you from speaking your mind clearly.

"Yeah?" He chuckles, pressing his thumb on the back of your tongue, causing you to gag and release his thumb. "If you were that desperate for my dick, you could have just asked instead of staring like a fucking weirdo."

You shied away from feeling embarrassed by his words.

He tilts your head up, forcing you to stare at him in the eyes. "Come on then, if you want to act like a fucking slut I'll fuck you like one, too" he forcefully grips your wrist, dragging you out of your seat and pulling you with him to the nearest empty classroom.

You follow closely behind him through the school halls, and he shuts the door once he finds a quiet and secluded classroom. "Get on your knees," he commands you right away, and you don't let a second pass before you're at his feet like a puppy waiting to obey his every order. "Fucking shameless," he whispers to himself and unbuckles his belt. 

Your heart races with anticipation cause you imagined what his cock looked like every night as you humped your pillows to the thought of him, and now you were finally about to see the real thing.

"Actually," he stops midway from unbuttoning his jeans. "You do it." Your tiny hands fly to unfasten his pants, and he can't help but smile in amusement at how desperate you look.

Your hands were shaking as you popped open his button and pulled down his zipper.

You looked up at him, waiting for him to give you his approval.

"Don't just sit there. Take them off," he says sternly, and you immediately pull the material down his legs.

You unsurely put your hands on the waist of his boxers, and he rolls his eyes. "Those too, come on, don't act all innocent like you don't know what to do when you were literally just sucking on my thumb in public like a needy fucking whore”

You take all his condescending comments without saying a word back cause all you want to do is please him.

Pulling down his boxers, you're met with his soft cock, and your eyes gleam in amazement. He was everything you had ever imagined and more. "Think you can make me hard?" He chuckles and folds his arms over his chest.

He didn't have any interest in you whatsoever, which hints why he's not even the slightest bit hard, but since you were bold enough to suck his thumb in a public library, he figured he might as well give you a chance. It's not every day he has a girl desperate enough to beg him to fuck.

His expectations of your blow job skills were on a scale of one to ten.

Minus zero.

But when you didn't give him a reply and started sucking his whole soft shaft in your mouth, he was proven oh so wrong. "Fuck!" His body lurched forward from the sudden sensation of your wet warm mouth enveloping his dick.

You hum, pleased with the reaction that you got from him, and he quickly regained his composure, putting his hardened exterior back on.

The more you sucked him off, the bigger you felt him grow in your mouth. He was now rock hard, twitching in your mouth as you struggled to fit it all in once he was fully erect.

"That's right, gag on it, you filthy fucking whore” he grabbed a fist full of your hair and pushed you all the way down on his dick till he was buried in your clenching throat. "So tight." You gripped his thighs, squeezing them to ask for a breather, but he didn't stop. "You're okay," he laughed and kept you in your place, bucking his hips and using your throat to get himself off.

You were choking and gagging on him. Saliva was dripping down his shaft and soaking his tight balls as you clenched around him continuously. "Oh yeah, taking it like a real fucking slut” he groans, his hips bucking faster while he fucks your face. The sound of you choking on cock was literally music to his ears.

You let him use your mouth for his own pleasure despite feeling lightheaded and out of breath. You loved hearing him moaning for you. You loved the fact that you were the one that was making him feel good.

"Fuck you're such a nasty little whore. Look at you enjoying getting your throat fucked” he feels the familiar twitch of his cock and finally pulls out, giving you a much-needed breather. "Jerk me off. I wanna cum on your face," he says breathlessly.

You grip his base pumping his cock that is slick with your saliva while you catch your breath. "Hee," you moan, your lips pursed and swollen as you kiss his tip, licking the salty precum clean off. 

"Cumming” he leans back to grip the desk that was behind him as warm squirts of his cum spilled all over your face.

You flinched as you felt the first rope hitting your face. "Stay still" he grabbed the back of your head, holding you still until he was finished covering your face in his pearly white cum. "There you go" he leaned forward from his slouched position and pressed his dick on your face rolling his hips and spreading his cum all over you.

Once he was satisfied, he tapped his dick on your lips as you looked at him like he was the only man in the world. "Did you like it hee?" You asked, hoping to be praised by him, hoping you could satisfy him.

Instead of responding, he yanks you off the ground by your wrist, switching places with you as he sets you on the desk, standing between your legs and forcing you to hold them open at his sides.

He rolls your skirt around your waist, revealing your soaked panties.

He nuzzled his dick right against your covered core bucking his hips into you as his tip pleasures your throbbing clit. "Hee," you whine, his name, your arms reaching for his shoulders, but he pushes you away to grab the opening on your white blouse and rips it open, not caring about the buttons hitting the floor and your shirt being ruined.

Once he opens your shirt, he forcefully pulls your bra down just below your breasts, the material squeezing your chest and perking your tits up, making them look so round and plump for his eyes to feast on. 

You felt shy with his lustful gaze on you, but it also turned you on the way he was looking at you with so much want and desire.

He gathered a glob of spit in his mouth and let it fall between your breasts. 

You gasp as the warm liquid trickles along your skin. 

A loud smack echoes in the quiet classroom as his palm meets your breast. "Heeseung," you arched your back, moaning at the stinging sensation as he did it again to your left breast. 

"Shush," he puts his index finger to his lips, indicating you to be quiet, and you nod cause the warning look in his eyes left you speechless. "Unless you want to get caught with my dick in you," he grunts and squeezes both your breasts between his hands, roughly massaging them. "So soft," he bends down, nibbling at the flesh, leaving his teeth marks all over your chest, littering your boobs with sticky strings of his saliva and hickeys that would only get darker as the day progressed.

"Hee, I'm so wet for you," you whisper and buck your hips to meet the slow rolls of his desperately searching for more friction.

"I know you're nothing but a slut getting wet from sucking dick" he sucks a tit into his mouth, roughly sucking on and releasing it with a pop.

He swallows thickly and leans back to look at the fucked out mess that lies before him. Your pussy was soaked, your face covered in his cum, and your chest marked with his lust.

Slipping your panties to the side, he inserts his cock beneath the fabric of your underwear. The movement of his hips still slows, almost like he's teasing you on purpose.

He ruts his raw dick on your core slipping and sliding through your drenched folds. "Fuck” his body trembles with pleasure as he guides his tip to your hole and goes in with one push forcing his cock all the way to the hilt inside your little soaking cunt.

"Oh, hee!" You squeal, gripping the sides of the desk to brace yourself.

He breathes out a laugh. "Surprised a whore like you is still this tight" he bites his lip. The way you're sucking him in and fitting so snugly around his cock was the best thing he's ever felt.

Your mouth parts open, but you can't even utter a single word because of the way he feels inside you.

He has you stuffed so full your legs feel numb, and all you can do is lay there and take it all as he splits you open on his hard thick cock.

He pins your arms down, gaining the leverage to fuck into your pussy faster. 

His thighs clap against your ass, the skin-slapping sounds filling the room along with the jingle of his belt every time his tip bumps your cervix, and if anyone walked by, they would definitely be able to tell what you two are doing behind the door.

"Look at you so fucking dumb for cock you can't even say a word" he snaps his hips until sweat starts to form all over his body, and his breath gets heavy. 

He releases your arms and opens the buttons on his school uniform until his chest is revealed to you. The cold air meeting his hot skin makes his nipples hard, and you can't stop your hands from roaming all over his chest. "You like that, huh?" He grabs your wrist, placing your hands on his pecs, pressing down firmly until your hand marks are left against his flushed skin. "Shit," he huffs out an exhausted breath, his hips never once slowing down.

"Yes, hee love it so much" he throws his head back, losing himself in your pussy, the squelching sounds making his cock throb with every wet deep thrust.

"I know you do by the way you're taking this dick like a bitch in heat" he grips your thigh with his right hand, his other going to the back of your head, holding it up so you can watch the way his cock gets lost in your pussy. "look at it going in that's what you wanted right? Wanted some dick in this pathetic little messy pussy. You like it? Does this satisfy you whore?" 

Your body slides up and down the desk as he pounds into you, and you nod senselessly, your mouth hung open with drool leaking down your chin. "Y-yes y-you're all I w-"Your words get lost in your throat when he grips your panties and rips them off. The cool air hitting your wet pussy makes you clench around him, and he can't help but moan at the tightness.

"Fuck” his gaze falls to your cunt. It looked so fucking perfect, so wet, so messy, and taking his dick so so deep. 

He puts his thumb into his mouth, sucking on it to wet it before pressing down on your swollen clit.

Your body jerks on the desk, unable to control how much you shake with pleasure, and you can't help the scream you let out as you fall back and lose yourself to the feeling of him fucking you so deep.

You're a flailing mess trying to find something to ground yourself with, but it's useless. Your fucked out body is completely defenseless against his brutal strokes.

He smirks at your wrecked state rubbing your clit faster to bring you to your end. "Heeseung!" You tremble as your orgasm washes over you, the pleasure making you cry out in ecstasy as you hang off his dick.

"Yeah, do what you were made to do cum on this fucking dick slut” he dug his fingertips into your thigh, rubbing your clit through your high as he pounded into you, his release not far off. 

"Where do you want my cum?" He speeds up his thrust, making it even harder for you to answer.

"I-inside" 

He's not surprised a fucking needy bitch like you would want a complete stranger cumming inside them.

"Just like a dirty slut” he quickly pulls out a glob of your guy's mixed arousal leaking out of your hole and dripping to the floor as he jerks himself off to finish. "Shit," his hand glides up and down on his slick shaft at a fast pace till his warm spurts of cum are spilling on your used-up little cunt.

"Hee," you whine in dismay.

He finishes on your pussy and rubs his dick on your core to ride out his high. "Whores like you don't deserve it. You take what I give you" he slides back in your sensitive hole, pushing his seed inside you fucking into you slowly as you whimper in oversensitivity.

"T-too much"

"Shut up." he quickly covers your mouth with his palm, quieting you. "I said take what I give you. Are you gonna listen?" He tilts his head to the side, waiting for your answer, and you nod, answering a muffled yes behind his palm. "That's what I thought. It's not like you could say no to me anyways cause you're such an easy whore. Now I'm gonna move my hand and be real, real quiet for me."

He holds onto your hips fucking into you without warning, he thrusts harder and faster than the previous round, and you see nothing but stars.

You're clenching uncontrollably on his dick. It hurts, but it hurts so good you wouldn't dare to ask him to stop. 

"Still too much?" He asks cockily, knowing you're loving every last ounce of this.

You nod your head and use your last bit of strength to spread your legs wider, letting him have his way with you and take you however he wants.

"I think you can take more," he ruts forward, penetrating you deeply, his tip kissing your cervix every time he thrusts.

Your body lays lifeless on that desk. You thought he was fucking you good before, but nothing beat the way he was doing you right now. You were there taking every inch of his dick at his mercy, and you loved it all.

The look on his face as he ravaged your body made you cum again, and out of nowhere, you're squirting all over his dick and making the biggest mess. 

You were too weak to even moan at this point, but your pussy was doing all the talking as it leaked copious amounts of cum mixed with your squirt.

"Ah fuck” Heeseung groaned. The wet warmth surrounding his dick felt so good that he was left with no choice but to fill you up with his cum. "Guess you deserve it a-after all," he splutters out, twitching and throbbing erratically while cumming inside you.

The sight below was absolutely amazing. Your bodies conjoined between a sex-filled mess, and the ropes of cum just wouldn't stop. His balls tighten with every squirt until they run dry, and your pussy is overflowing with his cum and your squirt.

He hunches over you, your mouth hung open as you pant. He uses the opportunity to spit inside and press his lips against yours, pushing his tongue inside your mouth as your tongues tangle and the residual saliva passes down your throats after the messy kiss.

He sighs as he hoists himself up. He quickly buttons his shirt and pulls up his pants to fasten them.

Running his fingers through his hair, he looks at your body one last time and smirks at the state he's left you in.

Finally coming to your senses somewhat, you lift your aching body off the desk after countless minutes of being fucked utterly senseless on it. "Hee?" You call him softly, and he cringes at the nickname you've given him.

He turns to you, an unreadable expression on his face. "Don't you ever call me that again, and if I catch you staring at me, things won't end like this." he left the classroom without giving you a chance to respond and slammed the door on his way out, leaving you to clean yourself up.

You stood up on wobbly legs with tears gathering in your eyes as you did your best to put yourself back together.

The reality of what just happened setting in now that you're back in your right mind.

You got dressed and sat in the empty classroom, staring blankly at the wall.

Not only did he destroy your outfit, but he also left you destroyed.

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[parkvcrs]

Dating Thomas Hewitt Would Include…

WARNING(S): brief mentions of cannibalism, violence, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, restraints, etc.

NOTES: i recently watched ‘the texas chainsaw massacre: the beginning’ for the first time and while i didn’t like the main cast, thomas made it worthwhile. loved every second he was on screen. :))

• You don’t know how exactly, but out of all your friends (Chrissie, Bailey, Dean, and Eric), you were the only one that Thomas showed mercy to and when it came to hurting your well-being— whenever it was brought up, it was always instigated by his Uncle Charlie or “Hoyt”— he seemed always hesitant to do so.

- And if Thomas had to relocate you for some odd reason, he’d be gentle with you. Additionally, he’d go out of his way to bring you food, water, fix your hair to make you look all pretty, and even get a wet rag to wash the dried blood (not yours, thankfully) from your skin. It confuses you how a man coming from a disgusting and cannibalistic family was touching you as if you’d break. He’s strange, but endearingly because if he wasn’t, you’d be a goner.

• In your time in the hands of the Hewitt family, you made friendly conversation with Thomas the most. It took a while to get used to him and while he prefers not to talk, you don’t mind one bit. Since he’s practically out of touch with the rest of the world, you take it as your responsibility to catch him up on music, specifically the songs and bands you like the most, and promise him that you’ll show him every song you’ve mentioned when you get out of your restraints.

- It took some time before you were able to get out of your restraints. After all, you are the family’s captor, they can’t just have you running out of the house now.

- It took an ungodly amount of time before the family put their trust in you and removed your restraints. And to their surprise, you didn’t even try to run away.

- In fact, you could always be found following Thomas around like a lost puppy. It was truly a sight to behold. Luda Mae and a few of her friends that she’d invite over for tea would always make jokes about you falling head over heels for the boy whilst his uncle was less than impressed and would always proceed to make fun of Thomas and his condition.

• Thomas isn’t stupid. He knows how much of a scumbag Charlie is, but it’s mainly because of how much you voice on how you don’t feel safe around him, so Thomas protective over you and whenever you feel uncomfortable, you know to come running to him where you can be safe.

• Also… Thomas doesn’t know how to slow dance and while you’re not the best teacher because of your lack of experience, it didn’t make things any less special when you tried to show him the basics.

- It was a very special moment in Thomas’ book, one that he’ll cherish forever, especially when you decided to rest your head on his chest where you could his heart race.

• It shouldn’t go without saying that Thomas is incredibly touch-starved. After a childhood and young-adulthood of being completely touch-starved, he’s had turned into an adult who was both desperate for and terrified of touch.

- You had to ease him into it since he was initially afraid that you’d be rough with him but after reassuring him that there is no reason to be afraid, it’s easy sailing for Thomas. He’s handsy, to say the least. He likes to press his leg against yours when you sit next to each other at dinner, pressing a kiss to your shoulder while he holds you at night, hugging you from behind while you’re working on something, or fixing your hair — even though he knows you don’t need help with something like that…

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author’s note: MY BABY MYYYYYY BABY

[aroaceleovaldez]

Nico and Percy's dynamic through the series is eternally funny to me, because it's just. like.

Percy's having a constant mental struggle between his fatal flaw of loyalty with a promise he made to Bianca to protect Nico, versus his Big 3 kid desire to maim other Big 3 kids / Poseidon descendant urge to totally maim Nico specifically. He hates Nico so so much. He thinks Nico's annoying and weird at best, and creepy/sketchy when he's older. The only positive thoughts Percy has towards Nico are "He's Bianca's brother and Bianca was my friend and I owe her/He's Hazel's brother and Hazel is my friend and would kill me if I was mean to him," "He's a powerful asset and useful ally (if questionable)," and "He's kinda pathetic and I feel maybe a little bad about it." Percy has multiple occasions throughout the series where he strongly considers - and on one occasionally actually goes through with - throttling Nico.

Meanwhile, Nico is following around Percy like a lost puppy. He explicitly can never bring himself to even dislike anything about Percy no matter how hard he tries. He has a whole bit in BoO where he's mentally going "UGH he's so stupid BUT IT'S ENDEARING HOW DARE HE." He's totally smitten. He's making deals with his dad for Percy. He's making convoluted plans to help Percy stand a chance against Kronos. During the entirety of BoTL it's like he's playing tsundere - "I'm helping NOT PERCY SPECIFICALLY with this quest! Me helping Percy would be SILLY because I DEFINITELY HATE HIM." Then he proceeds to show up to Percy's birthday party to basically ask him on a weird date and spend the entire next book scrambling around trying to help him or protect him or impress him. And Percy could not give less of a shit.

Just. That dynamic is so funny to me. Percy is the founder of the Nico Protection Club in that he's the one they're all protecting Nico from and meanwhile Nico is throwing himself at Percy to the point where the literal god of gay love calls him out on it.

[chiliyue-archived]

These arms are made for holding you

↬cuddles, hugs & sweet stuff

Includes; Dazai, Chūya, Ranpo, Atsushi, Kunikida, Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma

Not requested !

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Bear hugs with Dazai because he's an attention whore and likes to have you all to himself; and so he will bitch for said attention. His head is buried in your chest, scattering kisses along exposed skin with a satisfied smile on his lips as his arms hold you tight into his embrace. He will get incredibly pouty if you try to pry yourself off and will follow you around like a lost puppy until you get back into his arms. Otherwise, you will be hearing " Hurryyyy up 'Belllaaaa" trailing behind your every move.

Head in your stomach with Chūya because sometimes he treats you like a personal pillow. Your body radiates so much comfort, and after a stressful day, he wants nothing more than to be your loving embrace! His fingers are slipping underneath your shirt, finger meassging the skin carefully as his senses drown out to a pulse. He melts within your arms and is easily lulled to sleep when you card your finger through his hair, instantly relaxing his muscles as he mutters a sleepy "I love you."

Arms around your shoulders with his head top of yours with Ranpo because he's an attention whore #2 and will become an absolute menance; making slight teases and feathery touches while he's at it. Your protests fall on deaf ears as he proceeds to pull you closer to his chest, arms firmly caging you against him. All the while, his chin is resting on top of your head; sometimes even nuzzling his cheek in your hair with a contented smile plastered on his lips. He does this unpredictably, randomly plopping against you at random intervals to get his daily affection.

Spooning with Atsushi, but really, he just likes to be in close proximity to you to have him smiling in infatuation. He doesn't mind if he's little spoon or big spoon, Atsushi just wants you to feel safe within his arms, the way he feels with you. As little spoon, he has a small evident blush— but silently crawls into your arms nonetheless and falls asleep in a matter of seconds. When he's big spoon, he's burying his head into the crook of your neck, lips ghosting the patches of exposed skin whilst his fingers trace down your arms in a comforting motion.

Resting against his chest with Kunikida because while he follows a more simple form of loving, he is nonetheless successful in radiating you in warmth <3. One arm subconsciously finds itself sneaking around your waist; his thumb and index are running soothing circles along your waist that easily quell you of any anxieties and lulled you to a state of rest. His vacant one finds its way to your hair, pinching and rolling the strands between his fingers. His lips meanwhile are tenderly feathering along your forehead, pressing gently with a slip of sweet nothings before he too falls alseep within your embrace.

Falling asleep on his shoulder with Fyodor, whose amused you found it to be a comfortable spot for a napping place; but an arm is subtly circling your waist to pull you closer as he continues his work. No words spoken among this exchange with the exception of a light chuckle or two followed by a quick kiss your temples. His eyes are stealing chaste glances as his free hand clicks away at his keyboard but sometimes said hand goes to lightly brush a stray strands of hair from your face before tracing down the bridge of your nose and down your chin, lingering for a couple seconds before pulling away.

Miscellaneous with Nikolai because any position where he's gets to hold and tease you is good enough for him. And what's the fun in being in the same spot all the time? Switch it up a bit~! So, sometimes you'll feel as though you're being suffocated in his bone crushing hug, and other times, he's using your thighs as a resting spot because pillows are overrated anyway. Of course, he isn't opposed to the option with you on top with his arms lazily draped over your waist, sending you a teasing smile. Either way he has you pressed firmly against him and cuddles (& kisses) all your problems away

Hesitant cuddles with Sigma because he doesn't know what he's doing but is still trying his best ‼️ he feels as though he's doing something wrong; unsure where to put his arms or if you're even comfortable :(. His fingers are lightly planting itself on your waist, eyes gazing at your face for looks of discomfort or uneasiness. Even as you have fallen asleep within his embrace, he's questioning every little movement he does; maybe he's pressing too hard or pinchingyou unintentionally? But when he wakes up with his hair tousled, eyes blinking away his sleepiness and sees you still in his arms, it's like the nerves were never there to begin with.

[lesbianaang]

iwtv season 2 screening talk-back highlights:

- everyone playing “let’s embarass jacob anderson with compliments”

- rolin had jacob read a half in character as santino message from ben daniels to the audience

- assad saying his favorite part of the dubai scenes were the “looks” between him and eric

-armand blender shoutout!

- sam reid #1 lestat fan and going strong. when asked how he makes lestat someone we want to root for despite being kinda horrible he essentially said “i understand him. i root for him”

- sam and jacob playfully bristling at each other’s descriptions of their characters and where the “truth” lies for them lol

-for a question about a fun behind the scenes moment, sam and jacob proceed to look directly at each other, burst into laughter for the next 30 seconds, and then refuse to tell us an anecdote?????

-eric saying that Sam and jacob follow each other around on set like no other actors he’s worked with previously and play around “like puppies” lol

-assad describing armand when he meets louis as “lost” and putting on a performance of confidence and power that isn’t fully real

- jacob sent an email to assad calling him “the big VA” in season 1

-eric complimenting the writing of the show again and talking abt how thankful he is to do intense, subtle, emotionally difficult work on this show that he’s never had an opportunity to do before in his career (since he’s usually just the “angry” guy when cast)

-delainey saying that claudia would be the type of girl to go to sephora and shoplift even though she doesn’t need to in modern day

-rolin confirming material being used in the season from tvl, queen of the damned, tale of the body theif, tva, and prince lestat

-episode 3 will be the armand flashbacks to meeting lestat and theatre performer lestat

-episode five is the original interview flashback. according to rolin, episode 5 is where we understand why the second interview needed to happen for one character, and episode 8 we unveil why it needed to happen for another 👀

- in response to what tv show would your character binge: armand -> buffy the vampire slayer; daniel -> breaking bad; claudia -> the oa; and lestat and louis watch real housewives together (this is canon to me now btw)

[brainddeadd]

Daryl feels like finding something you lost, something you don't particularly need to survive, but it makes everything more endurable and enjoyable. He's been missing from you for so long that you can't even remember when you lost him, all you know is the relief that you feel at finding him, the comfort that settles into your being at his presence returning.

Daryl is comforting in a sharp way. He doesn't offer nice words or big hugs, only his presence and a gentle reminder that you're ok. He's fierce in his protection of the people he loves, used to being tough, and it's hard to let that fall away. He knows when his grunts and grumbles aren't enough, and you need something more, something tangible to cling to, so he lets himself cradle you, sink into your hold as much as you sink into his. You comfort him that day without even knowing it.

Daryl distances himself, happy to watch his loved ones from afar, keeping them safe and protected without ever letting them know. He doesn't realise that you're doing the same for him, knowing he's likely to be skittish.

Daryl rarely seeks comfort, so when he moves to sit next to you, arm pressed firmly to yours, it's a shock. He sits still, body rigid until he's sure you won't pull away, and you can slowly feel his body relax next to yours, more pressure being applied to your arm.

Daryl's love shows itself slowly and awkwardly. It's flowers being thrust in your direction with shakey hands and a space being left next to him at all times. It's big hands pressing harshly into your skin as he pushes you out of the way, doing the dirty work so you don't have to, even though he knows you're capable.

Daryl jumps the first time you hold his hand. His eyes go wide before settling into a confused look, body rearing like a wild horse ready to run. You pull away, disappearing into the distance, fearing you've made him uncomfortable, desperately trying to gracefully accept the rejection. He's even more confused by that, following you around like a lost puppy until he catches you, fingers hooking into yours, a soft sigh leaving his lips at the contact.

Daryl's love grows louder and bolder from then. Pulling you into him and holding you close in the privacy of your space. Hands on your waist when he's come home from a run. On your face when you were in danger.

Daryl's love becomes physical later in the relationship. He starts letting himself be physical with you when you start to subconsciously snuggle up to him at night and hold him close in your sleep.

Daryl's only ever experienced sex under pressure, and he's unsure how to proceed without scaring you and making you run. He doesn't want to hurt you or force you or pressure you. He never wants you to feel the way he did. His touch is soft and gentle, as if you're made of glass, and he's scared of hurting you or doing something you don't like. He's gentle, arms wrapped around you, body moving over you. He keeps his face in your neck at first, too nervous to look you in the eyes.

Daryl becomes more comfortable with you over time, holding you close as he bucks his hips into yours, body covering you as he presses his forehead onto yours, gentle kisses being pressed along your face.

[rainba]

Luka gets in heat you say 👀 what is he like when he is in it and how long does it takes? :3 (And also when is it in the year?)

Yesyes,, his heats start in late December/January, and usually they last about 3 weeks! ^^;; ((Sometimes he has to use up all his vacation days during those weeks… Or paid time off, if it’s considered a ‘condition’ of sorts. Either that or he just works from home and files lots of paperwork for job projects and stuff!)) 

And, man,, during his heats he gets clingy. Like, to an insane degree. He completely forgets the concept of "personal space".

When he goes to bed? He’ll cuddle up close and wrap his tail around you, preventing you from escaping him. If you need to get up in the middle of the night for any reason, he’ll be following you around like a lost puppy while always keeping his hands on you.

When he works from home and does paperwork? You’ll be forced onto his lap, warming his cock and giving him all the attention he needs. He’ll occasionally just mindlessly grind against you and might grope your thighs while he works, sometimes leaving love bites on your neck and shoulders… (*/▽＼*)

Showers? You’ll be taking them with him! Watching TV or scrolling through your phone? He’ll be cuddling you the entire time. Etc. etc. Oh, and on top of that– you won’t be allowed to leave the house. Ever. Groceries will be delivered to his front door, essentials will be ordered online, etc! Hope you enjoy being inside 24/7!! (⌒_⌒;)

Also, if you even think about moving more than six feet away from him, he’ll instinctually start growling at you. And if you ignore him? Expect him to sink his sharp fangs into you!! (He is a little obsessed with seeing his bite marks on your body....)

Plus,, really-fun-fact!!: it doesn’t matter if his beloved is a guy, or if his beloved just can’t get pregnant in general, Luka will insist on breeding you. Whenever he gets particularly horny during his heats, his brain will turn into absolute mush and all he wants to do is just. Cum inside you, over and over again… Multiple times a day. All while telling you that he’s gonna make you bear his children. It’s just in his instincts to breed his partner, poor Luka really can’t think straight when he’s in heat!!

However, if his darling can get pregnant, you’ll definitely have to sneak birth control around him… Even though it’d be really difficult, considering how he’s around you 24/7. If he catches you taking it, he'll punish you for it. Gets really hurt by it and becomes all sensitive. Like... 'what do you mean you don't want to have my kids? Am I not good enough for you? Is that it?' (´-ω-`) .... Then he proceeds to fuck you four times in a row. ☆⌒(> _ <)

When Luka's heat is over, he’ll often act reclusive and ashamed of himself for a while. He can’t believe he has such little control over himself during those 3 weeks… All those embarrassing things he said and did… Shudder…

Soooooo he might avoid you for a few days. But he gets over it eventually (´ ω `♡)

[callme-holly]

Johnny Cade x Reader where they get into a little argument but they solve it all out at the end:)

'𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞' [𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 '𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭']

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - This isn't perfect and I'm so sorry. I'm trying to be better with my uploading but I've got some much to do lmaooo. Anyways, as always, hope ya'll enjoy!!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 1.1k words

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - mild swearing !!

When you enter the Curtis home, the first thing you notice is Johnny curled up on the couch, knees tucked to his chest, his eyes dull and sad. His skin is noticeably paler than usual, his face is a patchwork of bruises and cuts, and he looks as if he hasn't slept for a while.  

He hardly reacts as you make your way around to the front of the couch, but it's clear from the way his eyes follow your movements that his attention has sharpened and that he’s acutely aware of your presence. You reach out a tentative hand with full intentions of running your fingers through his hair, only to see him tense and flinch at the movement. You withdraw almost instantly, freezing for a moment before lowering yourself onto the armrest beside him. 

“Johnny, is everything okay?” Your voice is quiet, almost as if you were addressing a wounded animal, which isn't very far off the truth when it comes to Johnny Cade. He's like a little puppy that has been kicked too many times; jumpy and skittish and so desperately broken down inside that sometimes you wonder how he can keep himself together at all. 

“Johnny?” You ask again, trying to get his attention this time.

What?” He mutters, his head still buried beneath his arms. He sounds exhausted; every syllable is a struggle. “What’d ya want?”

You hesitate for a moment, not entirely sure how to proceed. It’s clear he’s not too keen on the idea of talking to you, but if you don’t ask him soon, you might lose whatever chance you have of getting answers out of him altogether. “Is everything okay?” You try once more, and Johnny huffs out a breath, sounding even more defeated than before. 

“Fine,” He grits out between clenched teeth. “Everything's fine. Just go.” He lifts his head enough to glare at you, his expression unreadable underneath the dark bags covering his eyes. You fight the urge to brush the stray strands back from his face, because there's something about the look in his eyes that makes your stomach twist uncomfortably. But instead, you move from your spot on the arm rest to kneel by his head, your hand hovering on his shoulder. 

“I’m not going anywhere.” You reply calmly, not wanting to push him too hard. “Not until you talk to me. I need you to tell me what happened.”

Johnny lets out a strangled sound, a sort of choked groan, and rolls over onto his side, away from you. “It doesn't matter.” He mumbles the words so quietly that they're almost lost in the air around you. “Just leave.” There's an edge to his voice; the tautness in his muscles is giving away his growing frustration. He tries to hide it, but it bleeds out anyway, and he finally snaps when you make no move to go. 

He raises his head abruptly, pushing his weight into a sitting position before swinging his legs over the other side of the couch so that he’s facing you directly. “God, just stop! Stop treatin’ me like a baby all the damn time! I don’t need your help!” The outburst surprises you, and you blink at him in astonishment, watching with wide eyes as his face twists up in a grimace as though he could barely hold himself together anymore. It hurts to watch; you can feel your own emotions begin to twist in sympathy for him, and despite knowing better, you find yourself reaching towards him instinctively.

Before you can touch him, however, he jerks away as if burned. “Stop!” He cries hoarsely, his voice breaking with emotion. “Just get out of here and leave me alone!”

You sit frozen on the edge of the couch and let out a slow, shuddering sigh. “What is your issue?” You bite the words out between clenched teeth. “Why won't you let me help?”   

You know that you should probably leave now before things escalate further, but you're also not quite ready to give up and just leave things be. Instead, you force yourself to stay where you are, your eyes fixed on Johnny as the tears well up in his eyes.

His lips part to respond, but he doesn't say anything; he just swallows hard and averts his gaze. “Go,” he repeats hoarsely after a moment's hesitation, his voice thick and strained. A tear slides slowly down his cheek as he speaks. He swipes it away angrily. “Just… Go home. I don't need ya.”

Your anger fades. The sudden burst of hostility washes away the last of your patience, leaving you feeling drained and hollow. 

“That’s bullshit, Johnny Cade.” Your voice is soft, but it carries conviction. “You don’t mean that.” 

The words hang heavy between you for a moment before Johnny's shoulders slump, defeated. He turns away from you, pressing his hands against his temples and squeezing his eyes shut tight. You watch silently as he takes several shaky breaths, fighting back tears.

Johnny doesn’t cry often; you know that much, so to see him now reduced to such a pitiable mess breaks your heart.

Slowly and carefully, you reach for him one final time, placing a hand lightly on his back. He tenses again, and you retract your touch immediately, unsure of what to do. “Hey,” you say softly. “Johnny, talk to me.” You pause, swallowing heavily. “Please.” 

He shakes his head, the motion jerky and violent. You can hear his shallow breathing, which is ragged and painful, as he tries to stifle his sobbing. His body shudders slightly, and you have to suppress the impulse to pull him into your arms, to cradle his head gently between your palms, and to rub his back soothingly. 

“I'm sorry…” He chokes out eventually, turning back to you with red-rimmed, bloodshot eyes. “I didn't want to shout at you... But I just…” He lets out a breath, struggling visibly to regain some kind of composure. “Can we talk about this later?”

You consider for a second, then nod. “Okay, if that’s what you really want to do.” 

Johnny nods shortly, seeming to settle a little. He swipes at his cheeks roughly, scrubbing his hands harshly across his face to wipe away any evidence of tears or lingering distress. 

When he finally speaks, his voice is steadier, although his tone remains subdued, bordering on weary. “Can you just hold me for a bit?” He asks, avoiding your gaze as his cheeks flush red again, embarrassment making him unable to meet your gaze. “I know I yelled, but...” He trails off, and you nod, rising to your feet wordlessly to settle down beside him, allowing him to lay his head in your lap and resume his curled-up position. 

“Thanks.” He mumbles, words muffled into your leg. You run your fingers through his hair, smiling faintly when he nuzzles into your touch, clearly appreciative of the gesture. 

“Anytime.” You whisper back, and, in that moment, amidst the turmoil, you knew one thing for certain: you weren't leaving him alone, not now, not ever.

𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬!!

[aventurinemybeloved]

Summary: how someone like aventurine spends his days off

Gn!reader, established relationship, it's very short but I have to start somewhere

Aventurine is a busy man, such is the life of being a senior manager in the IPC, he's needed in a lot of places every time he thinks he can get a breather his phone proceeds to ring nonstop until he picks it up and what do you know, he just got another assignment to another planet aeon knows where.

But, there are times when that's not the case, like everyone else the blonde sigonian has days where he's not working, where he's legally allowed to chuck his phone at the mention of work, not that he'd actually do such a thing, he'd never hear the end of it from Ratio from doing something so stupid, even if he has the money for it.

His subordinates wonder often what could he possibly be doing on those days where he's practically unreachable, making elaborate theories such as him visiting casinos and placing bets that will ultimately make him richer than he is now, or participating in biddings of priceless relics, unfortunately for them he's far more simpler than that.

He spends his day in the comfort of his partner's home and to that extent, their company, practically leeching himself to them for the majority of his time of being a free man away from his duties, it's practically impossible to go about your day without aventurine following you around like a lost puppy.

And that's because he wants to spend every precious moment together with his beloved, making up for all the lost time due to how gruelling his occupation is, he could be doing the most mundane things and it wouldn't matter because he's with you.

Even when it's time to sleep, his arms are wrapped around you while you rest, he can't help but think about his next day off, where he's planning to spend the day with you again.

[mypimpademia]

— Passenger Princess

Izuku x Black! Fem! Reader

Synopsis: Headcanons of what it’s like to be Izuku’s passenger princess

TW: Slightly (but briefly) suggestive towards the end

Bakugo version here!

⇶ One of Izuku’s primary love languages is quality time, so you being his passenger princess is inevitable

⇶ He loves to be with you all the time, and he feels like running around town with you rather than by himself is the perfect way to spend his day

⇶ Riding around with Izuku is something you do at least once a week, normally over the weekend when he has to run errands

⇶ Shoots you a text first thing in the morning, telling you good morning and asking if you wanna come spend the day with him

⇶ He’s an early riser, usually waking up around 5 AM and starting his day with a good workout, so you don’t respond till hours later and he’s okay with that

⇶ He keeps his notification sound on just to make sure he doesn’t miss it when you text back, happily agreeing to come with him

⇶ Izuku immediately puts down whatever weight he’s lifting, or stops his push ups or sit ups, and replies in an instant, telling you he’ll be over in an hour

⇶ Finishes up his workout then takes a quick shower and gets dressed in some sweatpants and a random hoodie before heading out

⇶ You always tell him that he doesn’t have to, but Izuku was raised a gentleman and everytime he comes to pick you up, he’d much rather come to your apartment door to get you instead of just making you walk out to his car

⇶ Always thinks you look the prettiest in a casual outfit, and little to no make up. His heart melts everytime you greet him with a glossy lipped grin, smelling like your favorite perfume

⇶ Never fails to get a kiss from you, despite your protests and whines about how you just put on lip gloss

⇶ On top of quality time, Izuku is alllll about acts of service

⇶ Before you even go anywhere, he asks if you need anything from anywhere

⇶ Won’t take no for an answer, even if you truly don’t need anything

⇶ Takes you to breakfast before anything if you haven’t eaten yet, and pays for the both of you

⇶ Izuku then proceeds to take you anywhere either of you need/want to go

⇶ He may be the one driving, but he still follows whatever you want like a lost puppy

⇶ If you even slightly mention something about going to Target, the beauty supply, Sephora, Ulta, or even IKEA, you can bet that’s where you’ll end up next

⇶ He’s got zero self restraint, and although he’s grown out of letting people walk all over him, he’s still a people pleaser to an extent, and will try and make his loved ones happy by any means

⇶ Especially you.

⇶ Throws anything that you even glance at into the cart

⇶ Don’t even say “Aw, that’s cute,” to anything, because he’ll offer to buy it for you on the spot no matter the price

⇶ Because he grew up with a single mother who did what she could to make sure he lived well, Izuku can be hesitant to spend money

⇶ But that only applies to him spending money on himself and others spending on him

⇶ No matter how much he loves something, if that price tag isn’t pretty, he’s not getting it.

⇶ But when it comes to you? You could drag him into every luxury store on Earth, and he’d swipe his card on every item you ring up without even looking at the price.

⇶ You never make him spend crazy amounts on you of course, but he denies you everytime you try and deny him buying you things

“What? You don’t love me anymore?”

He was exaggerating, of course. He knows you love him, but he gets pouty when you don’t let him show affection the way he wants to.

“Don’t start with that, Zuku,” you rolled your eyes. “And put that back, you are not getting me that. I wouldn’t even buy that for myself for that kind of money.”

Izuku kissed his teeth in response. He could be so sassy sometimes, only he would get this riled up about not being allowed to buy someone a necklace.

“Okay? That’s you,” he argued. “I’d buy it for you, you know I will.”

Emphasis on the ‘I will’, and not ‘I would’. Izuku has always been the stubborn type, and not even you could change that about him.

“Izuku, absolutely not,” you shook your head at him.

He sighed, walking up behind you and placing the gold rope chain against your collarbone.

“C‘mon angel,” he whispered. “You were just talking about how beautiful this was and how you love it so much. Lemme buy it for you.”

He was sweet talking you now, and it was working. You hated it.

“Izu, baby,” you started, but he cut you off before you could protest again.

“You’d look so good with it,” he put the necklace on you, clasping it and turning you towards a mirror. “See? And I could get you a pendant for it, maybe put your initial on it.”

Izuku pressed a soft kiss behind your ear.

“Or even mine.”

Your face was burning up, and you huffed in defeat.

“…How much is it, again?” You asked.

Izuku smiled at you threw the mirror.

“Don’t worry about that, princess.”

⇶ If the man ever went bankrupt, it’d be because of you, but he wouldn’t even complain

⇶ As much as he loves to spoil you on your shopping trips, grocery shopping is his favorite

⇶ It feels so intimate and domestic, he seriously considers proposing to you then and there

⇶ Picking out veggies that look fresh, seeing which fruits are ripened to your liking, and buying extras of things just because they’re on a good sale

⇶ Groceries are always your last activity of the day, just because you always run around doing so much, Izuku doesn’t want to have fresh food sitting in his car for hours on end

⇶ But he always loves walking around with you from aisle to aisle looking for what you need and checking off the grocery list

⇶ Once again urges you to get anything you need or want, and still won’t take no for an answer

⇶ Sometimes, you just pick up a pack of gum or some candy at the register so he stops asking

⇶ Izuku never wants to leave you when the day is coming to an end, so you always go back to his place to put away groceries and cook some dinner together while he convinces you to stay the night

⇶ He’s lucky he’s a pretty boy that’s got a way with words, otherwise, all his sweet talking would never work

⇶ You already have everything you would need at his house. Shower supplies, your usually lotion and other moisturizers, clothes, and more bonnets than anyone needs

⇶ And of course there’s two of every bonnet, just so he can match you

⇶ After dinner, you take a shower together

⇶ Aside from Izuku not knowing how to keep his hands to himself when he offers to wash you, showering with him is relaxing and endearing

⇶ He holds you whole hot water runs over you both, fixes your shower cap so your hair doesn’t get wet, and lets you wash his face for him

⇶ On top of your matching bonnets, you have matching pjs as well, and a lot of your sets are hero themed, naturally

⇶ Izuku lights up a vanilla scented candle, then gets an assortment of snacks from the kitchen while you pick out a movie or a show to binge watch

⇶ And after a long, hard, and oh so draining day of sitting pretty in Izuku’s passenger seat while he buys you anything and everything, you fall asleep on the couch with him, curled under a blanket, and wrapped in his arms <3

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[chanswifey]

Seventeen as your boyfriend | Woozi

The cool boyfriend

Like he tries so hard to keep his 'tough-guy-scary-producer-genius' image on the outside

But when he's with you he is the softest boy

I've said this before and I will say it again, this man is very much clingy

Don't get fooled by the disgusted face when presented with pda, that's all an act, baby

And most importantly it's about intimacy

For him, it's just something very special and personal that he likes to keep private

He loves to be hugged and kissed and spoiled. Sometimes he doesn't know how to initiate it but when you see him following you around like a lost puppy or when he comes and gently places his hand on your lower back, that can only mean one thing

He would DIE if the members caught these moments tho, that would begin the endless teasing

But at home or when it's just the two of you in his studio...

He often waits for you to get there when he's working late nights so you two can nap together

And no, he is NOT the big spoon here

He is the one laying on top of you, the one that needs to be hugged to fall asleep

He loves when you play with his hair and when you give him forehead kisses

He is also SUCH a tease

He likes to make you mad just for shits and giggles

Like, he will avoid a hug or wipe a kiss just to mess with you

Regrets it and apologizes really fast when you threaten to leave or give him the silent treatment

His idea of dates is just getting take out and eating on the couch in your pajamas

If you really want him to go out you have to actually tell him

It's not that he doesn't care or doesn't want to make an effort, he's just a bit clueless on this kind of social cues so he needs you to lead the way

He will happily agree to do whatever you want, it is a very rare occasion for him to ask to do something else or nothing at all

And it's usually because he either got caught up on something at work or is just really, really tired

He will make sure to make it up to you later, like getting you breakfast in bed or buying you something you said you wanted

SPOILS YOU SO MUCH!!!

We know he doesn't really care about money but he loves that he can spend it on you

All dates, gifts, traveling tickets, bills, that's all on him

It's like being married-but-not-married

He literally handed you his card one day and refuses to get it back

He can get a bit reclusive sometimes, he's very hard on himself when it comes to his work

So you have to take care of him just as much as he takes care of you

If you don't step up and do something he will refuse to eat or rest for hours

It's a common occurrence for you to order his meals and get them delivered to his studio, or just show up to clean around a bit and drag him out of the computer

"You need to rest your eyes, do you wanna go blind?" You complain to him daily.

"What am I? Your child?" He says teasingly.

"Shut up and come cuddle me, grumpy"

*he then proceeds to fall asleep within 5 seconds*

He's a HUGE show-off

He WILL try to turn you into a gym rat just like him

He will say it's because it's good for your health but deep down he just loves to show off to you

And if you can't make it to the gym he will make sure to send you a gazillion pictures of him flexing because he knows it will turn you into a blushing mess

I do believe he writes songs for you, but he would rarely release those, they are too personal and dear to him

He does it for you, and you only. He knows he's not the best with spoken words so he adds a melody

He will also gift them to you randomly, whenever he needs to say something. It's like saying 'I love you' is not enough and can't contain what he really feels

But in all honesty, as much as you adore and cherish all the songs he has given you, you can feel his love even when he's silent

It's in the way he looks at you, with stars in his eyes. The way his voice softens when he talks to you.

The way he touches you, so gently and carefully as if you're gonna break. The way he hugs you after a stressful day and you can feel the tension leave his body as he exhales.

It's in the way he listens to you, so attentive and interested like every word that comes out of your mouth is poetry and it's in how much he trusts you to share his deepest thoughts and struggles and his weirdest interests

And finally, it's in the way he makes you feel safe, secure, and taken care of.

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author's note: can u tell I'm biased?? Cause I am, I love this man with all my heart it's ridiculous!!! I could talk about him all day and never get bored 🥺🥺🥺 please like and reblog if you like it 💗

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[munsonson]

Love Triangle ( Fem!Henderson!Reader Edition )

Henderson!Reader who is basically sunshine on a pair of legs, raised by a doting Claudia who constantly builds up her confidence and builds her into this teddy bear personified

Steve used to be kind of a dick to Reader in his King Steve phase. But for some reason Reader never held it against him; she was always kind to him, tried to see the good in him even if he didn’t deserve it. Most of the time it just made him feel like a dick.

Eddie befriended her during his second senior year when she was just a junior. He thought she was sweet, if not a little annoying with her do-good attitude. As a nonconformist, it’s severely hard to be friends with someone who still thinks it’s rude not to address the teacher with sir or ma’am.

When they both start liking Reader it was kind of like a telepathic note that they just KNEW the other liked them, too. And instantly it became some kind of dick swinging contest that only Reader was unaware of.

They both start ATTEMPTING to hang out with Reader more, but this usually just ends up with the three of them following her around like lost puppy dogs, carrying her bag for her or buying her sodas. Reader is just so happy b/c she gets to spend this time with her closest friends 🥰

Steve takes more after the chivalry role. He constantly opens doors for Reader and proceeds to slam it in Eddie’s face when he walks in after her. He also buys milkshakes with two straws for them to share but Eddie looks him dead in the eye and slurps that motherfucker, brain freeze be damned.

Eddie, on the other hand, is more like the playful role? He constantly tries to make Reader laugh by doing silly things and cracking jokes. Sometimes Steve trips him up and Eddie will fall on purpose just to see Reader giggle and help him up.

They go to the movies and do the yawn arm stretch thing at the same time and accidentally interlock their arms behind Reader’s head. She laughs and just grabs both of their hands, interlocking them with hers.

Steve always gets so excited when she visits him at work until she starts arriving with Eddie who’s just standing there all smugly beside her because he can dote and hug on her but Steve can’t because \\work//

Eddie’s so happy b/c Reader agreed to go to his Corroded Coffin gig and waves at her so happy from the stage until he sees her there with Steve who is giving Eddie this shit eating grin and waving at him, too. Eddie nearly contemplates breaking his precious baby guitar over Steve’s head.

Eddie and Steve pester Dustin constantly asking him who Reader’s favorite is and he’s just so mentally exhausted like ‘WHO. CARES.’

Steve hosts like a movie night and ‘conveniently’ Nancy and Robin both cancelled. Reader and Eddie shows up and Steve is APPALLED b/c Reader’s dressed in a Hellfire shirt, EDDIE’S Hellfire shirt to be exact. Eddie’s smug asf ofc. Plus he drove her here which makes it worse

Buuuuut Steve manages to convince her to cuddle up next to him b/c he’s a personal heater and has the fluffiest blanket. So she’s laying across his chest and Steve just smirks over at Eddie who’s pouting.

Steve likes to baby Reader a lot. Part of being the ‘babysitter’ makes him very…for lack of a better word, devoted? He just likes to take care of Reader, make her feel like she doesn’t have to lift a finger. He likes to buy her things and cook for her.

Eddie, on the other hand, likes to have fun with Reader. Go out and do stuff just the two of them whether it’s something stupid like just sitting together above the quarry or reading to each other in his bed. Eddie just likes those quiet moments with them b/c they’re so sweet and personal. He gets to talk about stuff he doesn’t normally

Eventually, after a long time of fighting over her the two of them finally ask her who she’d rather go out with. They won’t be hurt they just want her to be happy

Reader is confused b/c she thought all three of them were dating this whole time together?

[trensu]

Time travel AU, that takes place during in-universe present day and the time travel is actually future middle aged Steve getting accidentally sent back.

Like our 19yo steve is puttering about in his empty house minding his own business. And then he hears someone behind him Mutter vehemently, "fuck!" It gives him a heart attack, especially when he whirls around and sees, "dad?? What are you doing here? I thought you were in New York?"

The man who looks like his father gapes at him, and says "oh my god, I'm a toddler, jesus christ."

He then passes out and steve immediately lunges towards his phone to call Dustin.

Your typical time travel shenanigans ensue. It's all fine and dandy at first. Everyone oohs and ahhs over Future Steve. Present Day Steve is a bit in awe of his future self because the dude seems to have his life together. He's not saying anything no matter how many questions Steve throws at him because it might ruin the timeline or whatever the hell, but Steve can see it in the way he carries himself with a sort of relaxed confidence that Steve couldn't have faked even during his King days.

That awe lasts until Eddie shows up. Eddie burst into the room with his usual exuberance and beamed at Steve the way he always does when he visits that makes warmth bloom in Steve's chest like a carnivorous jungle flower. But then Eddie catches sight of Future Steve and he freezes. Future Steve grins at him and wiggles his fingers as a hello, which Eddie dimly mimics.

Steve and Dustin quickly inform Eddie what's up. Eddie laughs in disbelief, "two Steves. One from the future. Why the fuck not."

Future Steve laughs. "God, Eddie, you're so young! You're all kids."

Eddie flushes, "hey, I'm a grown man!"

"Boy, you can't even go for a drink without breaking the law right now."

Eddie splutters in embarrassment, and yet he proceeds to follow Future Steve around like a lost puppy. Steve doesn't like it. He especially doesn't like how squirmy and red Eddie gets whenever Future Steve pays him the slightest bit of attention. It's stupid. Eddie is acting stupid for no damn reason and it's like Steve doesn't even exist anymore.

(Steve pettily starts calling his future self Old Man Steve in his mind because fuck that guy, he thinks he's sooo cool but he isn't, he's just some boring old man that hasn't done anything to deserve Eddie's unwavering attention, what the fuck).

While Steve starts channeling his bitchy kingly self around Future Steve, the rest of the gang is working diligently to find a way to get Future Steve back home. Eventually some vague yet menacing government types show up. There has been, apparently, an entire branch of the research department created to figure out teleportation and other such sci-fi things that Steve is pretty sure they're making up on the spot.

Apparently, they noticed some weird readings on whatever fancy machines they got and came to investigate. Steve may not be a genius math whiz, but he's good at reading people. He can tell these guys know a hell of a lot more than they're saying. And he could've sworn that his future self actually recognized a couple of the scientists.

Steve lingers by the scientists, both miniature and full size, even though he's useless there because if he has to watch his future self laugh indulgently at Eddie's constant bids for attention he might have to dig out the nail bat. Instead he watches from the corner of his eye as Eddie excitedly asks about any dnd updates he could look forward to in the future; he watches Eddie shyly tug his hair over his mouth when Future Steve asks about his music. Steve's stomach sours at the way Eddie unconsciously sways into Future Steve's space during their conversation. He tries not to gag at how his future self's eyes glimmer with mirth at Eddie's antics.

Steve hates everything.

Eventually between the kid nerd brigade and the grown up nerd brigade, some sort of contraption is cobbled together that should send Future Steve back. Not that Future Steve or Eddie seem to notice, too wrapped up in each other. Has Steve mentioned he hates everything?

The lead scientist, the one Steve thinks his future self recognized, finishes calibrating the contraption with a pleased grin. She then turns to where Eddie and Future Steve are talking.

"Mr. Munson," she calls. Both Eddie and Future Steve turn around.

"Yeah?" they respond simultaneously. Future Steve freezes. The scientist chuckles.

"Apologies, I meant Steve Munson. Are you ready to go home?"

Steve is pretty sure his heart stopped in his chest. Eddie is gaping at Future Steve.

"Wait," Dustin says. "What?? Did you--Steve MUNSON?"

Future Steve smiles sheepishly. "Uh...I'd say I can explain, but I'm not sure if I should? You know. With the timeline and everything."

Dustin is running his mouth but Steve is absorbing none of it. He looks over to Eddie who looks as stunned as he feels. Steve goes and grabs his future self.

"Fuck the timeline," Steve chokes out past the lump in his throat. He grips Future Steve's arm desperately. "Are we--?" His voice cracks. "We're not alone? In the future? We're m-married?"

Future Steve softens. He places a firm hand on Steve's shoulder. "I know you won't believe this right now. I remember how I felt at this age. But yeah. We find someone who love us as much as we loved Nancy. We get married. He's our whole world, Steve."

Steve swallows. "...Eddie?" Future Steve nods and Steve takes a shaky breath. "He loves us back?"

"I know, right? I still don't know how we got so lucky."

Later, after Future Steve has gone back where he belongs (with his husband, Steve thinks in a daze), Eddie shows up on his doorstep. Steve lets him in and they stand there together in silence for a while. Eddie breaks first, tugging his hair over his mouth again.

"I never thought I'd get married," he says hesitantly. "I told myself it was because I didn't want to; forced conformity is bullshit, yeah? But that was a lie.

I mean forced conformity IS bullshit but I secretly thought being married would be...nice." Eddie's breath hitches. "To have someone in your corner. Someone who saw you and said yeah, that's the person I want to keep forever."

Steve reaches over and grabs Eddie's hand from where it's started to tug painfully at his curls. "I want to be in your corner." He doesn't say he wants to keep him forever, but he's pretty sure his expression betrays him if Eddie's quivering smile is anything to go by.

"Yeah, I'm getting that," he leans forward, resting his forehead on Steve's collar. Eddie sucks in a shaky breath. "Queers don't get married though. Queers get hunted down and murdered, Steve."

"Yeah, I know," he presses his cheek against Eddie's mop of curls. "Future me said we have to be careful. Patient. It'll be years and years, but someday we'll be able to, like, hold hands right out in the open and shit. We'd be able to marry. If you think you can be with me for that long, I'll make it happen, Eddie."

"You havent even asked me out for real yet," Eddie whines against Steve's shoulder. "Where's that charm? I may be a poor boy but I deserve to be wooed."

Steve barks out a surprised laugh.

"The drive in is doing a double feature this Friday, what do you think?"

Eddie pulls back with an exaggerated sigh.

"If that's the best you can do--"

"Hey!"

"--then I guess it's a start. But I'm expecting something fancy for a second date. I'm a girl with refined taste, you know."

"Confident about getting a second date already?"

"Mmhmm. I have it on good authority that this is gonna go for the long run, Stevie boy."

[lilyarchived]

You asked for ideas. I got you.

Reader is Laswell's Stepkid. They got in trouble at college or whatever you pick, and laswell has to take them to work. Reader gets told you see nothing and hear nothing, so they keep their headphones on. Obviously the task force is there. Gaz spots the reader and the reader in that moment looks up, meeting eachothers gaze. I leave the rest of this up to you and how you wish to proceed. I just want more Gaz.

love struck in seconds [kyle "gaz" garrick]

warnings: swearing, writer has never gotten near the game except when her brother comes home from college, 0.6k words,  uhh idk tba

summary: college hasn’t been treating you well, resulting in Laswell having to bring you along during her work. Military work. just so happen to meet a cute military boy.

a/n: YALL. DO NOT HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH GAZ HAS BEEN ROTTING MY BRAIN LATELY I CANNOOOOOOOTTTTTTTT,, sorry this took so long to get out, exam week has been killing meeeheeehee (basing off the fact that gaz is around 27 and reader is 24 coz i SAID SO)

[...]

It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t your fault that you got suspended for a week. It was never your fault when you sucker punched that rabid girl. What? She was a bully, for Christ's sake. No one put her in her place, you basically just did the dean’s job for them. So here you were, holding on to your stepmom (who just so happened to be the station chief) for dear life as she walked through some sort of base; soldiers’ heavy boots crunching the gravel as they train.

“You don’t see nor hear anything.” was the last thing Laswell had told you as you had gotten out of the car. Now you were standing in some random hallway, waiting for her as she “just had to get something real quick”.  As you mindlessly scroll through pinterest, you hear faint laughter nearing in. so faint that it just so manages to go through your headphones blasting radiohead. ‘I don’t see nor hear anything.’ you repeat in your mind, hoping to mind your business just once. You pause your music as do the men coming your way when they see you. 

Your headphones had noise cancellation off so you’d hear their whispers: “who’s that?” “might be a newbie, yew reckon?” “Look's about gaz’s age.” your finger lifts off the screen. ‘Idontseenorhearanythingidontseenorhearanything.’ fuck it. You look up and bring your headphones down to see a dopey smile coming from a man wearing an uk cap and what looks to be a really heavy vest. 

Your cheeks suddenly start tingling as you absentmindedly smile back. You tilt your head a bit as his friends start freaking out and patting him on the back, smile still evident, you start to remember how highschool boys act the exact same.

He starts walking over as you straighten your posture and pocket your phone. “Hey.” His accent was clear and thick, making you smile a bit more. “Hello.” your smile remained as he started scratching the back of his neck, “you new around ‘ere?” “ahh, well- kind of? it’s just that laswell’s my-” “her stepmom.” The voice ringing in his ear, gaz’s eyes widen and his posture straightens, making you giggle.

“See you’ve gotten acquainted with my kid here, sergeant?” her glare is evident as you roll your eyes and cross your arms. Gaz chuckles in response, before she continues “you can stay in my office for the rest of the day, if you’d like.” she speaks, but her words are blurred as you stare back at a smiling gaz. She sighs defeatedly as she looks back at the man before tasking him to “keep her safe, show her around, no funny business, back before dinner.”

He smirks as he holds out his hand, awaiting for yours. “Yes ma’am.” he says walking away as you finally intertwine your fingers with his. “Don’t call me ma’am!” you hear laswell yell as you giggle and follow gaz like a lost puppy. "got any icecream? it's burning hot in here." you whine as you start to slow down your walking, finally taking in the sight of this place. he chuckles at your innocence as he replies, "i might have a secret stash, darl'. only if you promise not to tell." "who would i even snitch to?" "your mo-" "i'm snitching." "nO"

arrrgh i hate this might renew soon but i just wanted this out of my drafts LOL

[the-s1lly-corner]

I am losing it over Sir Pentious and I cannot HOLD THE URGE TO REQUEST FOR HIM anymore. May I please have the silly little snake man meeting an angel reader (she/her) in Heaven with whom he shares one (1) braincell? They are just two idiots in love who are far too shy to confess their feelings for each other. Basically the "Everyone knows they are in love but them" trope. I would appreciate tooth-rotting fluff toward the end. Thank you 🙏🏻🩷

Redeemed!Pentious x Angel!Reader

But they're both idiots in love

Combining this with another similar request hope you and the other requestor dont mind !

Written on mobile

You were the one assigned to helping him readjust to heaven! Congratulations, you also have a roommate until he can get his own place! He kind of follows you around like a lost puppy because you're kind of the only guide.. and friend.. he has..!

He tries way too hard to make things for you easier when it should be the other way around. He makes sure your home is spotless and more than his share of the chores are done. You dont even have to lift a finger as long as hes around

Over time you both to develop feelings. But you're both so.. oblivious..

Imagine hes looking at you with these wide starry eyes as you talk about a location. It doesnt matter how beautiful his surroundings are, hes absolutely enraptured by your own beauty.

He picks flowers for you, but he ends up just saying they're to brighten up the house instead of being solely for you. He tries to make you your favorite snacks, he does seem to be good at baking and decoration..! He makes you small trinkets to make life a little easier.

Meanwhile he doesnt notice the rosy look you get on your face or how you seem to linger around him when you two need to part. How you try to spend even another minute with him.

Actually it would take an outside party for at least one of you to catch onto the others feelings.. I like the idea that Emily sometimes checks on the two of you to see how everything is going... she is.. not subtle in asking you if you have a crush on the newcomer..

How you proceed is fully up to you, but it might be best to make the first move as pentious may not do it on his own; unless there's something pushing him to act

[gunnrblze]

City Dweller, pt. 2

☽ Hesh x Reader, 1600k words, SFW

The drabble inspiration for this fic, part 1

Hello all, here’s part two of roommate life with our green eyed cutie :)

Waking up to a tender ache in your triceps and shoulders from moving boxes all day yesterday, was not your favorite thing about your first morning in this new apartment.

The eye bags under your eyes from not sleeping much through the night, wasn’t either.

And the dozens of boxes and bags piled around your bedroom was definitely on the bottom of the list.

What did peak your interest, was the slight whine you heard outside your door at such an early hour. Padding across the cool tile until you turned the door knob, you looked out into the hallway at eye level. But the culprit was at your feet.

Riley wagged his tail furiously when he spotted your form, head tilted and tongue hanging half out, staring up at you with his dark eyes.

An eyebrow raised, and you kneeled down to stare back at him, petting the smooth fur on the top of his head. He responded like he’d just won the puppy lottery, immediately coming closer, tail wagging and trying to nuzzle up to you. You couldn’t help but smile, petting down his back. The dull ache in your upper body stung, but he was too cute to pass up. You figured he should get to know you too, at least, as his new roommate.

His owner made himself even more known, though. A deep, nearly booming “Riley” called out from down the hall and around the corner, followed by footsteps. Maybe his commanding voice sent a shiver down your spine, maybe it didn’t.

Glancing up and then down the length of the hallway, you spotted Hesh standing at the end. Arms crossed as he spotted you kneeled down in your doorway, his dogs head practically atop your shoulder as you scratched behind his ears.

A smile crested his lips before he neutralized it, walking down the hall to gather Riley by the collar after another call of the dogs name didn’t seem to make him detach from you.

“Sorry he bothered you so early, he’s not used to having anyone else here” He’d apologize, pulling the canine off you gently before you stand back up.

Explaining that you didn’t mind only seemed to make it harder for him to hide that faint smile on his face, trying to maintain the apologetic attitude. Riley let out his own little whine as if demanding to be payed attention to again, and you were grateful for it. Reaching down a bit to pet him again so you could take your eyes off Hesh in his army getup.

That was a view you thought you could get used to. Camo covering his long legs, wrapped so deliciously around the man’s thighs that you made a point not to stare. T-shirt tight around the bulging muscles in his upper arms, it felt like an act of Christ to avert your eyes. Roommate, he’s your roommate, you fool. That internal reprimand didn’t help much, though.

“Once he gets used to you, he’ll be less of a nuisance, promise…” he still attempted to explain, but you couldn’t mind any of it. Not his cute dog, not his cute face. You were still so sleepy, lost in the little moment as you scratched Riley’s head.

You waved him off before you stood back up at full length, not missing the way his own eyes raked over your pjs and then proceeded to grin almost imperceptibly, nearly hidden by his thick beard. You gave him a tired smile, voicing again that Riley was no trouble, before meeting his eyes once more.

Time stood still for a moment, neither of you sure how to proceed. He gave a nod, and looked at the floor for a moment, still holding Riley’s collar loosely in his hand. He broke the silence first, wishing you a good morning, before shuffling back down the hall.

You definitely did not look at his ass before you shut your bedroom door again, flopping back into bed as the sun came up.

. . ・ 。 . ・ ゜ ✭ ・ ☽ ・ ✫ ・ ゜ ・ 。 . .

Your day was spent flitting around your room, unpacking the gargantuan amount of boxes that were piled up. The vision of all your clothing dumped onto your bed was a monsoon of stress, begging to be sorted, folded, hung up.

You took a break around noon, deciding to get a better look at the finer details of the apartment. Maybe you should’ve done that before signing the lease, but hey, you had to take this opportunity before it was ripped out from under you. Had to take him, maybe. No, you thought. Bad girl.

Your fingers trailed along the countertop island as you rounded into the kitchen area, taking better note of all the things he had stored in the drawers and cabinets.

Maybe it was silly to try and derive personality from someone based on the silverware they chose to buy, but you tried it anyways.

You had to take a second look at everything. The table and chairs he had, you, had…the items he chose to leave out on the counter instead of storing away, what kind of food he tends to buy…

The lack of junk food almost made you roll your eyes. You loved a good veggie platter as much as the next person, but you’d have to buy some Doritos if you were living with this guy for the foreseeable future.

You strolled around the living room, noting the lack of decor and, well…general sense of lived in-ness. You could definitely fix that. A rug, some art, maybe some plants.

Would he mind if you spruced the place up? Surely not, considering you live here now too. But would it be odd if he came home one day and you’d transformed an entire space of the apartment? Would he even like your taste in-

You had to knock the thoughts out before they could blossom too much. Not wanting to spiral yourself into an anxious mess over whether or not your totally cool and laid back roommate would mind if you put a throw pillow on the couch.

So you perused the rest of the apartment with the curiosity of a 7 year old. Why you cared so much about the stuff the man kept under the bathroom sink and the way he appeared to do his laundry, was a mystery. You chalked in up to getting to know the green eyed man. Getting to know the space you now live in.

And when you walked down the hallway and stopped at his bedroom door, you were already trying to mentally justify snooping through his bedroom.

No way could you do that, pry through his space like that. You hardly know the guy, and you definitely can’t just invade his privacy like that. But maybe just a tiny peek wouldn’t hurt, you attempted to justify.

Which is how you found your hand turning the knob and pushing his bedroom door open. Just enough, a crack in the door, so you could get a better look at what he flashed you a peek of last week.

Flicking the light switch on, your eyes roved over the sparsely decorated area. A bed on the wall to your right. A dresser on the far opposite side of the room, next to a desktop setup and monitor. You were still wondering what games he played on that thing, itching to cross the room and rifle through the dvd cases stacked up on the desk. You swore you could see Animal Crossing on one of them but that felt like your imagination, probably.

Your eyes flicked over to the closet door, dying to know what he wears aside from his uniforms. Just t shirts and jeans maybe? Oh god, does he wear those tight pants that-

You felt guiltier the longer you stood there, head popped into the cracked open doorway, so you abandoned your thought to take stock of how goddamned neat the bed was again. You thought maybe it was a fluke when you’d seen it last week. That he knew you’d be touring the place, so he did it up all proper. But you’d be damned if he didn’t have a made bed that would have a hotel housekeeper jealous.

He seemed to favor greens and greys, and it made sense when you looked at the rest of the apartment. It was, all in all, a bit bland. But somehow charming, you figured. The tall soldier wasn’t home too often, as he’d explained, so why would he have the place spruced up like The Ritz?

You didn’t debate it too much more, at least not with your prying eyes roaming over the shoes next to his nightstand and Riley’s bed in the corner. Was that a fucking baby blanket for the dog-

You shut his door back, abandoning your searches and returning to your own bedroom to keep unpacking.

. . ・ 。 . ・ ゜ ✭ ・ ☽ ・ ✫ ・ ゜ ・ 。 . .

A half unpacked room was decent work for one day, you’d decided before slumping down onto the living room couch. Limbs like jelly atop the cushions, slumped so far back into the plush grey fabric you hoped you’d be swallowed up whole.

You watched a show on the tv for background noise while you instead just scrolled on your phone, pouting when you remembered your Netflix subscription was about to end. No way am i paying 13 dollars a month just to watch Dexter, you reasoned.

You’d eventually decided you needed dinner, so you ordered takeout because it felt wrong to use up Hesh’s food, although he told you to go ahead and use anything you needed.

Later that night, you tossed and turned per usual, freaking out only momentarily when you heard the front door opening and two sets of feet, or paws rather, coming through the apartment.

You weren’t sure how long it’d take to get used to living with a brand new roommate, especially one that seemed to charm your socks off so easily that it was almost eerie. But when you heard Hesh’s chuckle sound down the hallway for whatever reason, all light and warm, you decided it probably wouldn’t take too long.

You should really be more careful next time you snoop, and actually turn the man’s bedroom light back off…