#he is like a golden retriever & seems so happy to give me hugs now that he knows he can?he stopped by /just to hug me/ before he left work

[princeanxious]

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[mxqlss]

BEFORE - RM2

part of the sunshine au

Sypnosis .ೃ࿐ In which Sunny is grateful that all of Rutger's past lovers made him who he is now.

Pairing .ೃ࿐ Rutger Mcgroarty x Sunny

𝐀𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 .ೃ࿐

Song Choice .ೃ࿐

When you think of all the late nights Lame fights over the phone Wake up in the mornin' With someone but feelin' alone

Before Rutger had met Sunny, he was in relationships that didn't sit right with his teammates. Either his girlfriends were rude when Rutger was there around or they just controlled him and he let it happen since he loved them so much

Rutger would constantly fight over these things in his relationships, when he got home late, went out partying, everything. He would sometimes wake up in the morning with his lover but it made him feel so alone cause he didn't have someone who wanted him for him and could deal with his golden retriever personality instead of using him.

A heart is drawn around your name In someone's handwriting, not mine We're sneakin' out into town Holdin' hands, just killin' time

When Sunny was enrolled in UMICH she would go to the hockey games to support her best friend, Mark Estapa. She knew everyone else, they just didn't know her, except Rutger Mcgroarty. Sunny was hanging out with some friends of hers and they knew Rutger, introducing Sunny to him. From that day forth Rutger knew her.

In class one day, Sunny was sitting with one of her friends until someone in the row in front of her was drawing hearts, Sunny being curious tried to look over and saw that, that person had written their name with Rutger’s, hearts all over.

Sunny knew she liked Rutger but only confided it within Mark, she didn’t want Rutger to ever find out, and knowing Mark, he wouldn't tell a soul about his best friend's secrets even if his life depended on it.

One day, Sunny and Rutger were holding hands coincidentally. it wasn’t a thing where they were dating but it was something to them that brought them comfort. They were sneaking around and holding hands to kill time before and after exams or stressful games.

Your past and mine are parallel lines Stars all aligned, and they intertwined And taught you the way you call me baby Treat me like a lady, all that I can say is

everyone knew that Rutger and Sunny liked each other but never made their moves on each other because they didn’t want to ruin the friendship they both loved, adored and cared for.

“I’m telling you! Both of you are meant for each other!” Mark said he was talking to Rutger, thinking Sunny was sleeping in Mark’s bed. When Sunny had heard it, her face turned red.

weeks later Rutger was in the same position. He was in Sunny’s dorm to surprise her after coming home from a long roadie, till he heard Sunny and Mark talking as they got to her dorm.

“Suns, all I’m saying is that look at the way he looks at you, the way you look at him. You both like each other! All I’m saying is that he likes you!”, “Mark, how would you know? It could’ve been those looks where they look at you like they love you but it’s in a friendly way.”. when Sunny opened the door she was met with Rutger standing there in her dorm. “is it bad to say that marks right about me liking you?”

Rutger had let out a soft nervous smile as Sunny stood there in shock, after what seemed like an eternity she smiled and let out a soft breath giggle as she walked up to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and giving him a tight loving hug. Rutger then smiled at Mark as Mark smiled back and walked away to his dorm, Rutger then smiled at Sunny, hugging her back.

All of the girls you loved before (ooh) Made you the one I've fallen for Every dead-end street led you straight to me Now you're all I need I'm so thankful for All of the girls you loved before But I love you more

when Rutger and Sunny had called it official, all his teammates knew how he was actually happy and that he was with someone who brought out the best and him. Sunny was finally happy, and it made Mark happy that he saw how happy Rutger had made her.

Sunny is glad that Rutger’s exes made him who is now. Every dead end Rutger was at, girl after girl, Sunny was the only girl he needed. Rutger was the only boy she needed, she’s thankful that all of the girls he loved before made him the loving, affectionate boy that Sunny now can call hers. Yeah maybe the girls he loved before, loved him but one thing was for sure, she loved him more.

And all Rutger needed was his sunshine.

jess's notes ⋆·˚ ༘ * I've been planning this AU for like a week now.. and I'm so excited to finally do this au cause I have so many ideas for it. If you have any AU ideas you can go ahead and ask away in my inbox!

[ofallthingsnasty]

What about a himbo yandere he seems so nice and well stupid to be dangerous so you let your gaurd down surely he coudnt do any harm and meanwhile the dumb himbo is writing down plans to take you home and preparing his basement for you

omg I LOVE that this! Although the mental image of some random himbo cranking out some crayolas and trying his best to work out a proper plan to get me into his basement is hilarious to me 😂 This is so good omg thanks for gracing me with that thought! And requests are open!

word count: 1.1k tags: gn reader, yandere and everything it might entail, nsfw in those last few sentences, kidnapping, minors dni

The thing is: is he really scheming? He probably didn't even get the idea to turn you into his little basement spouse until he saw it in some movie. Up to that point, he just thought he was extremely overprotective of his crush - maybe with a little sprinkle of jealousy. Something really clicked when he watched some fictional character locking their love interest away to be able to protect them from all the harm in the world... What a brilliant idea! Watch him draw mindmaps and stick-figures on printing paper, fevershly trying to figure the logistics of his own little operation - and then giving up halfway through, haha. In general, it's confusing as all hell to him, all those big feelings. He can't stop thinking about you, how fragile and powerless you are in this big, dangerous world and just how much it'd break his heart if anything ever happened to you. You can probably see the cogs in his head turning while he’s trying to figure this out - he knows very well that he likes you, it’s just the unexpected intensity of it all that sometimes becomes too much for his brain. How does he cope with it? He’ll become overbearing - always happy to help, always texting you, just wants to be around you all the time. He’s so handsy, too. You are already accustomed to his big bear hugs for greetings, now get ready to get lifted up into the air and twirled around and squeezed as if you were to dematerialize the moment he doesn’t touch you. He keeps you close while you’re out and about, maneuvers you around with a hand around your waist and shoulders, just acts like your big, overprotective boyfriend in public. And you? You probably don’t even notice it because he’s always been one to go for physical touches - him being a bit more intense isn’t that noticeable, really. Absolutely develops some form of cute aggression. No matter your stature or your height, when he sees you his one goal is to protect and guard - his hugs are just a little too tight, his grip on your shoulder a smidge too hard, his face a bit to close and eyes too dark when you talk to him. You don’t think much of it when it happens, just chalk it up to his bulky frame and golden-retriever-like over-excitedness. Once he has you locked away, you’ll see all those little details in a different light. Especially how happy he gets when you voice your discomfort or squeak in surprise when his touch gets too bruising. Definitely the type to hit you up with random texts after midnight, just to know that you’re there, sends you the oldest memes during the day and badgers you if you don’t answer them within an hour. He’s quite pushy and there won’t be a day he doesn’t try to hear from you, doesn’t matter if it’s in person or via text. He isn’t quite the stalker type, though. Yes, he’ll make sure to hang around your favorite spots, the place you visit on the regular but he won’t try to watch you shower. Mainly because it doesn’t occur to him. If someone or something is giving you a hard time, be prepared for him to knock on your door half an hour later, with your favorite snack in hand - he’ll try to make you laugh, always. And if it’s someone specific, don’t be confused when you don’t see them in days - he had to be a little forceful with them to protect you, alright? But he’d never tell you that, you’re just too precious and would probably even worry about them! All in all, he’s quite unassuming as a yandere, mainly because you’re used to his (a bit too nice) antics. The actual logistics of getting you into his literal basement? Still blurry to him, he’s a man of the moment, after all. He’ll take the chances as they arise and it solely depends on you - are you a little bit of a party animal, get drunk often, call him at 4 am from some club to pick you up, because he’s just such a good friend and you know you can always count on him? Then a head-splitting migraine won’t be the only thing you’ll wake up to a few hours later. Or are you more of an introvert, happy to spend your weekends on your own but enjoy hanging out with him here and there? Then a movie night might just turn into something entirely different. He won’t plan these things out in minute detail - rather, he’ll have a rough idea of how to get you. He’ll get there when he’ll get there - and should you be able to spoil his plans, he’ll definitely play it of as nothing and wait for another try. But once he has you - oh boy, he’ll be happier than a kid on Christmas Day. All wide, sparkling eyes and flashing smiles while you try to comprehend the situation, probably in tears, struggling to free yourself from the restraints he put on you. He’s probably severly underprepared for the first couple of weeks. You won’t starve or be neglected but watch him not accounting for things like your period (if you can get one), benign little illnesses you might catch, or even that you’ll probably won’t be happy with this form of arrangement (because, hey, he thought you were friends? And you loved him, too? He was so sure you’d understand.) Still, he gives you plenty of time to adjust. There is no use in hurrying, after all. The cute aggression I mentioned beforehand would absolutely get worse once he has you in his grasp, too. He’s like a toddler with an unhappy cat - you can try to fight your way out of his strong arms all you want, he’ll just hold you tighter and tighter until your joints pop and the air gets squeezed out of your lungs. He just can’t believe he finally has you and the need to physically squeeze you until you get dizzy and his muscles hurt gets too much sometimes. And while he’s patient, he gets quite... overzealous at times. I can see him almost, almost nonconning you because he’s just so excited. Definitely the type to masturbate in front of you, even as you squirm around with tears in your eyes - he isn’t doing anything to you, isn’t laying a single finger on you, right? But you have to understand that he has needs, too. And that you’re too sweet not to indulge in from time to time... You’ll definitely wake up with your face full of dried cum more than once because you were just to cute to pass up while asleep. All in all, I’d say a true himbo yandere isn’t the worst to have - he is neither cruel nor sadistic, genuinely loves you and doesn’t really want to harm you - but his strength runs away from him sometimes, along with his common sense.

[emmyrosee]

Kirishima???? Did you mean The best boyfriend to ever exist????? His shirt? Boyfriend material. His hoodie? Bf material. Everything about him just screams best boyfriend energy I can explain it??? (also huge bi wife energy but that’s a topic for another day and might just be me thinking that but 👀)

like he’s so sweet and caring and he is the most golden retriever bf ever imo. comforts you like you’ve never been comforted before, he’s also like SO playful it’s insane. baby forgets he’s that strong sometimes and would definitely be apologizing profusely after accidentally launching you onto the bed a bit too harshly while you’re laughing your head off. also he definitely cries during any dog movie ever, even if it’s happy. Hypes you up always even if he doesn’t get what’s happening yet. best bf. what a guy. you’d be the parents of your friend group as a couple but also just so individually childish it gives them whiplash.

If you couldn’t tell, I love kirishima with my whole heart and will take any opportunity to talk abt him ty for giving me the opportunity hehehe <3

IM LITERALLY GOINF TO LIGHT MTSELF ON FIRE AND NO ONE PUT ME OUT-

Kirishima absolutely launching me out of bed is an image I needed like. Three years ago. I love it so much. Like just patting the bed next to you to invite him in to cuddle, and he just leaps next to you and, effectively, flings you into the air and nearly onto the floor.

“BABY!” He shrieks, trying to grab all your limbs and pull you back up, while you just scream and giggle in reply.

He just. HFBDOEND

And he’d text you all the time about silly nonsense because he thinks you’ll want to know about anything and everything he sees through the day, and when you ask him about it, he smiles and confidently admits that he wants it to feel like you’re there with him, and it makes your bottom lip quiver slightly because why is he so sweet, come on now-

He doesn’t really get why it made you slightly emotional, but hey- free, cuddly hugs make him weak and who would he be to complain?

He’s just so sweet. And he’s so considerate, he’s always the boyfriend who switches food with you because you don’t like yours, always has some money for vending machines that he knows you’ll want something from, and he does it all with a loving smile on his face.

One day, you noticed how he started carrying around a lot more coins, and when you asked, he confessed that it was for when you pass a crane machine or gashapon machine because he knows you’ll ask him to try it, and who would he be to say no? Cruel, that’s who.

And when it comes to the nitty gritty, the core of your relationship, yeah, it’s chaos. And your friends tease you both all the time for it, how “obsessed” you two are with each other, but that’s how it should be. Two people in love, who can barely keep their hands off of each other, can’t go more than an hour without texting, and the worst fights they get into are what kind of chips they should by at the store. Who’s communication is just that solid, their loyalty undeniable and fresh and secure.

And if your friends don’t seem to get that?

Their loss.

[daytaker]

Hungry For You

Beelzebub is learning that there are more dimensions to gluttony than a hunger for food.

(It's not as exciting as the title and description would lead you to believe. Only wholesome Beel here, I'm afraid.)

Ship: Beelzebub x Reader Word Count: 666 (smirk) Cross-Posted with AO3

I’m not very complicated. I’m just hungry most of the time.

My brothers are more complex. Lucifer and Satan for sure, but also Levi and Asmo and Belphie… Even Mammon’s got more to him than meets the eye. Not me though. I’m just hungry.

I’m always hungry, you know? Always. It used to scare me when I first became a demon, because it felt like I’d gorge myself until I died. Or like I’d starve no matter how much I ate. Or like I’d go crazy from how hungry I felt and accidentally hurt someone.

I got used to it after a while. I never actually ate anybody.

I try to be honest most of the time. It’s easier than hiding things. So it isn’t a big secret that I like you a lot.

You’re always nice to me, even though I’m kind of boring and not all that smart. You listened to me when I talked about Belphie and Lilith. You share your food with me. You smile at me and you give nice hugs. I’m not very complicated. So that’s enough for me to like you a lot.

I’m not the only one who likes you. Belphie does too. He didn’t used to smile as much as he does now that you’re here. And Mammon follows you around like a golden retriever. Even Lucifer seems a little less tense when you’re around.

I like that about you too. I’m not a really complicated person, but I love my brothers. I like how happy you make them.

I’m glad I’m strong and tall, because you’re so small and squishy. You seem like you’d break really easily. I’d like to protect you, I think. But I haven’t really gotten to do that. Instead, you protected me and Luke during the situation with the Grimoire. I still can’t believe you did that…

I was a little mad at you for that, actually. I never wanted somebody to get hurt because of me. I don’t think Lucifer would have killed me if you’d just grabbed Luke and gotten somewhere safe. And I wouldn’t have felt like you let me down or you didn’t care about me or anything if you did that. It wouldn’t be a betrayal for a human to run away in a situation like that. It’s natural to want to keep yourself safe. So why didn’t you? I wouldn’t have been upset with you, you know. If Diavolo hadn’t shown up when he did, then… I mean, if anything went wrong, really. I keep wondering… what if you died? 

I think I’d end up feeling hungry forever. 

Not hungry for food. Hungry for… I don’t know. It’s softer than when I’m hungry for food, and it’s not as desperate, so I feel like I have more control over myself. But it’s still a new sort of hunger, and it’s still pretty strong, and it makes me a little uneasy.

Does it sound too weird if I say I feel hungry for you?

I don’t mean anything strange by it. It’s not like I actually want to eat you. It’s more like… I feel like something inside me wants to hold onto something inside you, forever. I think if you were gone, I’d miss you too much, and there’d be something empty in me that ached. That’s what I mean by feeling hungry for you. And it makes me nervous. It’s the same sort of anxiety I used to feel when I was new to the Devildom, and I worried that I’d starve. I wonder, if you were gone, and I couldn’t stop feeling hungry for you, what would happen? Would I die? Or would I go crazy? It’s scary.

I try not to think about that too much. It’s okay as long as you’re around. That fills me up okay. Not as much as when you hold my hand, though. Or when you hug me.

Did you know you smell like dessert? It’s really nice.

[sillyunknownkitkat]

𝓣𝓸𝓴𝓪𝔂𝓪𝓶𝓲 𝓕𝓾𝓶𝓲𝓴𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝔁 𝓫𝓾𝓫𝓫𝓵𝔂!𝓰𝓸𝓽𝓱! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

Tw : fem!reader, piercings, makeup, very vague description of gore, just fluff tbh

This was requested, but tumblr decided to screw my drafts up :( But hey, the staff is working on it!

When if first sees you, he's quite curious.

For the sake of this, we're going to say that UA allows piercings and makeup.

I definitely think Mina would talk to you! Like this girl probably loves fashion and alternative style

She'd probably ask you how you do your makeup, what products you use, is it easy to take it off,...

And he wasn't doing it on purpose but he listened to your conversation with her

And when he hears you talk, he feels his heart skip a beat. How could you have such a dark aesthetic but still be so bubbly?

Naturally, he's drawn out by your style but your personality?????? bonus points bby

You have to take the first step because this boy is quite reserved.

After a while, you both become close friends. Not only do you guys share the same aesthetic (well he doesn't really dress up goth but yk) but you guys have the perfect releshionship

Like moon and sun, black cat and golden retriever, ....

He can't help but slowly fall in love with you, I mean you treat him like a normal human being, heck you're so nice to him

Look at him and try to tell me he wasn't bullied of something because of his head. Kids are fucking mean man.

So when you're actually willing to spend time with him and listen to everything he has to say? He melts.

From personal experience, when you don't talk about the stuff you like because people don't care, when you find someone you can't stop talking about it.

He was really embarrassed the first time it happened and kept apologizing. Of course, you told him that he didn't need to apologize and that you were actually really enjoying hearing him talk. Give him some feedback on what he said and he's (a bit shyly) continuing the conversation.

I think that he would tell you that he loves you by accident.

Like picture this :

You're both sitting on his bed, sharing goth music that you like, and he just looks at you lovingly before muttering under his breath. "You're amazing ____, I love you so much..."

So you stop in the middle of your sentence and look at him with a big smile and say "I love you too Tokoyami."

He doesn't move for a while, not believing what just happened. When he gains back his composure, he just smiles a bit, tears of happiness forming in his eyes, and takes your hands in his before asking you out on a date.

Now, let's get to the actual relationship headcanons :)

HE. IS. A. GENTLEMAN.

Always offers you help when you seem like you might need it, praises your work, listens to everything you have to say, ....

He also writes poems for you. At first, he would just leave them on your bed for you to find them, but after a while, he reads them to you.

So, while I know he's not an actual bird, I think he has some instincts.

Like he brings you shiny things as gifts. Please don't point it out because he will get embarrassed about it.

He also coos when you guys hug, cuddle, ...

Loves when you pet Dark Shadow, I feel like some people are scared of them/it, but seeing you so happy and relaxed makes him really happy :)

He's a sucker for physical affection. I don't think he ever got a lot, so he does take steps by steps but truly adores every moment of it.

Once he's got comfortable, he is a bit clingy. Not in a bad way at all!

I think he'd prefer if you're releshionship stays secret. It's not that he's embarrassed or anything but 1A is really noisy

Love to go on dates with you. While he prefers to be In calmer places, with less people, he's open to whatever you want to do

May or May not try ritual with you :3 but that's only for my crazy girlies lol

He's a simple man, as long as he's with you he's happy

That's it :) sorry if I didn't really go onto the bubbly aspects, since I'm not like that at all I had a bit of a hard time writing it 😅

I love Tokoyami, he's so under rated :(

have a great day/night and be safe everyone <3

[wonusite]

hi can i request like asking mingyu to fuck you because you're too stressed about exams and need a break. have exams rn and im dying 😭

hi darling! genuinely wishing you good luck and sending you positive energy. hope you this helps you relieve some of the stress you’re probably feeling. lmk what you think 🤍

You feel like your eyes are about to fall out of your skull. It’s been hours since you started studying, but it feels like it was all in vain because you can’t seem to retain a thing you’ve read. The sickening feeling in your stomach has gotten worse with every passing moment. It was always the same when you had your exams—feeling sick to your stomach because it always felt like the things you did weren’t enough. The fear of failing and disappointing your family and yourself always dictated your erratic studying patterns, and it was starting to exhaust you.

“Babe?”

You perk up when you hear your lovely boyfriend come through the front door. Even just hearing his cute voice makes a bit of the pressure in your stature dissipate. Immediately, you get up and abandon the mess you’ve created on the kitchen table to go find him.

Mingyu smiles when you throw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him like a koala. He’s quick to return your affection, knowing you’re in need of comfort after staring at your notes and books for hours. You snuggle into his warmth, not sure if you want to cry out of joy or stress.

“Gyu.” You say quietly, clinging to him tighter.

He hums, ready to prepare a meal for you, or give you a massage or even leave you alone if that’s what you wanted. You always stressed so bad when it came to exams, and he was adamant in being the supportive boyfriend who didn’t get in your way. He was ready to be at your beck and call or support you from a distance if that’s what you felt would help you the most.

“I’m stressing so much right now.” You hate that you sound like a whiny child, but your boyfriend only hugs you tighter as if he can read your thoughts.

“I know, baby. Just let me know how I can help you. Anything you want, I’ll give it to you.”

You let out a quiet sigh, a deep satisfaction seeping into your bones at his words. Mingyu was the literal embodiment of a golden retriever, and he always made you feel like your happiness was all he lived for. The very notion makes your heart pound and your pussy throb.

“Want your cock.”

Gyu’s eyes go wide as he freezes. You pull back, almost cooing at how cute he looks. It’s so awing how he can still get so flustered when you mention you want to have sex considering that he’s gone hours just pounding into you like an insatiable beast.

You pout at him, visibly deflating in his arms. “You don’t want to?”

Mingyu swallows thickly. “That’s not it. You know I’ll never tell you no, especially when it comes to that, but—”

“I’m so tense.” You say truthfully. “Just make me come once so I can feel better. Please?”

The thing about Mingyu is that he’s very devoted, possibly to a fault. His love language is acts of service, and damn it if he isn’t servicing you so incredibly. Your legs are thrown over his shoulders, hot cock splitting your tight cunt open. The filthy moans leaving your lips sound so pretty, and the way you’re coating his dick with your arousal only spurs him on.

He brings a hand down to your puffy clit, rubbing slow circles into it as he slams into your sweet spot. “Shit, babe. Your cunt keeps getting tighter. You close?”

You nod, incoherent moans and whimpers spilling from your lips. His cock is filling you so good that the bundle of nerves you felt before had turned into a coil of pleasure. The way he’s fucking his cock into you so deliciously has a carnal heat licking up your pussy and spreading throughout your body. Wet slapping noises mix in with your wanton moans, and it only turns you on even more.

“Fuck, Gyu. Just fill me up until I can’t think anymore.”

Your wish is his command. Mingyu grips the back of your thighs and presses them to your chest, thrusts becoming impossibly rougher. You come with a loud moan, orgasm coating his entire pelvic area. Your boyfriend lets out a moan of his own, eager to stuff you full of his cum like you want.

Your hot cunt is sporadically tightening on his cock as he fucks you through your orgasm, and on the last squeeze he goes still, shooting thick ropes of cum into your awaiting pussy. You’re both moaning as he keeps fucking his cum back into you, eager to paint your insides with it.

Mingyu doesn’t pull out even as he gently releases your legs. He presses you closer to his sweaty body, lips capturing yours in a needy kiss. The way his lips move against yours, tongue licking every inch of your mouth is dizzying. It’s comparable to the way he fucks you. When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, grip on your body tightening impossibly.

“Feel better, baby?”

You peck his lips, bringing your hand up to caress the nape of his neck. “Mhm. You always make me feel good, handsome.”

His cock twitches inside you, and you can’t help but buck your hips up into him. “Fuck me again?”

As always, your wish is his command.

[heysxyboy]

Infamous ★ Jasper Hale - sxhale on wattpad :P

✶PROLOGUE✶

:3

807 words

Awkward, small. Take your pick. Both of those describe how I felt. Abandoning the home I grew up in. The city I lived my entire life in, up to this point. It's not something I ever imagined myself doing.

I had to. For reasons too painful to talk about. Reasons my mother has barely spoken about since it happened. 

It's a weird feeling. I thought people were being dramatic. Moving. Not just moving, but moving into probably the smallest town I've seen in my life. Then again, we didn't visit many towns. 

Moving to Forks was the best option. Getting away from everything that haunts us, getting away from the things that hurt us. Escaping. 

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"Mom!" I ran down the stairs. "You did not tell me my room was FANFUCKINGTASTIC?" My mother had a grin on her face. "Well, I thought you would like the balcony. I know my daughter." She set down a box. Jay came running down the stairs with our Golden Retriever, Dakota. "No fair." She pouted. "Why does she get the bigger room?" I turned to look at her, giving her a nasty look. "Um. I'm a year older than you, AND. GET THIS. You like smaller rooms." I said, rolling my eyes. She took a minute to think about it, and pointed her finger at me. "I forgot about that." I snorted. "Is that how you're gonna attract the guys," she said in a sarcastic tone, "snorting?" My face went serious, and I starting running towards her. She quickly started running up the stairs, and into my room. I tackled her onto my bed "Bitch!" We both paused, before we started laughing. "Jesus fucking christ" I said between laughs. I sighed, and pulled my phone out of my pocket, laying back, legs still hanging off the bed. "Damn, it's already 5." She pulled my phone out of my hands. "What the hell?" "I know, that's what I'm saying!"

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"Do you need any help?" I asked my mother from the living room. "Yes actually, that would be great!" I smiled, pausing the show I was watching (for like the fifth time) and skipped into the kitchen. "What do I need to do?" I looked around the kitchen. "Could you cut the peppers?" "Oo! Damn, I love peppers." I smiled, and she handed me a knife. "The peppers are still in the bag." She smiled. "What's got you so happy?" I asked. "It's just. Things seem back to normal. You guys are acting like normal sisters again, I heard you laughing upstairs." I frowned, and looked at my mother, tears in her eyes, not daring to spill. I took a step towards her, and wrapped my arms around her. "It's gonna be okay. Everything happens for a reason. What matters now is that we are okay." I pulled away and gave her a smile. "Jay! Get your ass down here and help us cook!" I waited. "Jay!" "Fuck off!" I gasped. "Where are your manners!" "They're up your ass!" "My fucking fist is gonna be up your ass if you don't get down here!" I waited a minute, and I heard her door close, smiling to myself at my victory. I heard her footsteps coming down the stairs. I heard my mother laughing beside me. "What's so funny?" We asked in unison. "Oh, nothing. Jay will you please watch the things on the stove for a minute?" Jay smiled, kissing my mothers cheek. "Of course." My mother thanked her, and walked up the stairs.

"Jay?" She hummed in response. "Does it feel like.. It's getting back to normal to you?" I asked her, still chopping peppers. "Honestly, yeah. It still sucks but, what can we do. Life goes on." I smiled. "I just feel like. Like we're abandoning him. We left the city, we don't think about him as much." I sighed. She turned around to face me. "Rav, this is what he would want. Do you remember when he broke his leg and mom made you go to school, but you didn't want to leave him, and he smiled at you and told you not to worry. Not to think about him. To have fun?" I chuckled, and hummed. "He was always putting us before him." Jay smiled, wiping tears from her cheeks. "It's so unfair." I hugged her, letting out quiet sobs. After a few seconds, I heard sobs from somewhere else. I tilted my head to the side, and saw my mother watching us. I motioned for her to join us, and she wrapped her arms around us. Suddenly, I had a thought. "The food!" I quickly pulled away, and there was a moment of silence, before we all started laughing. "No but seriously, that's gonna burn." I smiled, as a "oh shit" look appeared on Jay's face, and she turned the stove off. 

[simpscripts]

Himbo Hijinks Part 2 (Jean Ralphio Saperstein x Reader)

Final part of the Jean Ralphio one shot, I hope you enjoy!

“Oh god, here we go.” You looked over to Tom who started rubbing his forehead as he watched a group of people enter the room together.

A small blonde woman led the pack with a happy expression that seemed to brighten when her gaze landed on your form in the room. You stepped back, running directly into your tall boyfriend behind you as she quickly runs up to you and holds out her hand.

“Hello! Welcome to the parks department, I’m Leslie Knope.” As you listen to her speak you calm a bit realizing she is just a highly intense person by nature if you go by her cheerfully high tone that floats as she talks.

“Yea yea yea, Leslie this is my friend Y/N, Jean Ralphio’s girlfriend.” Tom turns to you and quickly starts pointing around the room. “That’s Ron, April, Andy, my girl Donna, Ben, and Barry.”

“It’s Jerry.” The older gentleman Tom introduced to you as Barry spoke up meekly from the back of the group.

“Gosh this isn’t about you Terry!” Tom shouts out quickly with a roll of his eyes and it seems most of the group seemed to agree with his reaction.

“You’re absolutely right, I am so sorry. Please continue on.” Jerry didn’t seem to mind all too much as he smiled on.

“Ok wait. Uh. What.” Leslie starts stammering in front of you, looking between yourself and directly behind you.

Looking past her figure in front of you, you actually see similar faces on the majority of the group who all look flabbergasted at this news. None have the chance to speak up on this new revelation though as you feel Jean step out behind you and starts slow clapping.

“Well... Well... Well.” Jean takes long pauses in between his words, clearly ramping up to another one of his theatrical bits. “If it isn’t the mysterious Leslie Knope.”

“Hello Jean Ralphio.” The blonde woman greets him, a bit reluctantly.

“Leslie, Leslie, Leslie. We had quite a bit of a will they wont they thing going on didn’t we?”

“No we didn’t.” Leslie tried speaking up but Jean Ralphio just gave her a pitied look and shushed her softly.

“You took too long and now a beautiful woman has scooped up my heart. Shhh I know, I know you wanted this but it was just too hot for you too handle. Now I got someone who can handle this stallion.”

“Great.”

“Leslie,” He dramatically sighs “You will not be receiving a rose.”

“Good, I’m glad.” Leslie nods, agreeing.

“Gosh you’re so broken up over me it’s so sad.” You roll your eyes as he goes to give her a ‘comforting’ hug and try to tug him back to save the poor woman from your feral boyfriend.

“No boo, it’s cruel to rub our super sexy romance in her face.” He resists on your tugs.

He continues his dramatics and you know the only way to break him out of the bit now would be to shift his attention. Luckily for you he was like a golden retriever ready to accept any request you make. “Alright baby, well it looks like we have to be here for a while so why don’t you go grab me some candy from the vending machine.”

His tongue pokes out of his mouth as he narrows his eyes at you a bit like he is confirming that’s what you want but as he hesitates you decide to roll your eyes and give him another incentive. “And we can give Leslie a break from us shoving our super sexy romance in her face.”

“I feel like I’m in the twilight zone.” You hear Ben whisper to the group next to you.

Your plea to your boy seemed to do the trick as he pressed a kiss to your cheek as he passed by you. “Absolutely beautiful, won’t take longer than a minute.”

You beam brightly as he set you up perfectly and you rarely let such an easy set up pass you by. “That’s what she said.”

His laugh makes your chest flutter and you watch him start backing out of the room slowly, his fist pushing into his mouth as he exhales before pointing finger guns at you. “That’s why I love you baby.”

His bright smiled face freezes, his eyebrows sky high as his face is frozen in the smile he flashed while he said the declarative words but you can see the look of pure horror in his eyes. Your own heart clenches as you gape at him when he drops the first L-bomb of the relationship. Your shock fades to excitement, you actually thought it may have happened earlire considering he so frequently proclaimed love for nearly anything he had even slightly positive feelings towards. You had both been nearly living with each other as well, basically one long extended sleepover, so it seemed like the right time for it to just slip out.

You didn’t have to think of wether or not you wanted to respond but your chance was slipping away as he unfreezes and tries to frantically bounce from the room.

“I love you too!” You shout out, wincing a bit as those hazardous felt footed shoes slip beneath him and he falls in reaction to your declaration.

He quickly recovers and darts out on shaky legs, your eyes catch his skin flaring bright pink. You took a breath of happy disbelief as he skipped out of the room but it was short lived as you realized you were left alone with Tom and all his coworkers staring at you like you were an anomaly.

“I have so many questions.” Donna speaks out first after the long pause of every processing what they just witnessed.

“I’m not sticking around for this, I’ll just go grab his paperwork I printed out. Good luck!” Tom waves to you quickly abandoning you by brushing past the crowd that seemed to grow closer around you.

“Are you dating him to eat what’s left of his brain?” April asks first with wide fascinated eyes, obviously the bravest one in the room to kick off the interrogation they all seem to desperately want.

“Ooh like a vampire.” Andy pipes up, squishing his arms tighter around April in excitement.

“Oh yea, I bet with how much he parties he has to be like an alcoholic juice pouch for vampires.” April quips back along with Andy’s new theory.

“I don’t care about this, but I will say if it’s an attempt for money you must not be very smart to not realize he is extremely fiscally irresponsible.” Ron feigns disinterest but it seems as though he didn’t find anything else worth more attention at the moment.

You didn’t really know how to respond as more people starting throwing out their own theories but none were really questions. They didn’t seem to notice as they were caught up in their own conversations and you listened with interest.

It was kinda funny seeing what they thought of Jean Ralphio, the consensus revolving around him being some sort of bizarre enigma. But you knew him, you knew him so much better than most and knew there was more beneath the thick veneer persona he wears. Not much more, he was still silly and hedonistic to the core, but he was also something of a romantic. It was hard to be pessimistic when he could turn some of the most batshit insane experiences into something wacky, silly, or just fun.

“Have you met his sister yet?” Jerry spoke out in a kind voice, the first person to direct a real question at you.

“Oh yea, I love Mona Lisa! She’s a sweetheart.” You smile fondly thinking about his eccentric sister that was around in fluctuating cycles depending on her mysterious social calendar.

“Are... Are we talking about the same Mona Lisa?” Ben asked, face twisted in confusion.

“I think so?”

“How do you handle.. her?” Ben obviously held more reservations than the rest to speak his minds questions.

“Oh it’s really simple. I found some sketchy guy on eBay who was selling a giant crate of Jessica Simpson’s edible cosmetics line from the 90’s. Anytime she starts acting up I just hand her a perfume or something and it keeps her pretty busy.” It was humorous how dog like the Saperstein clan seemed to be, once you figure that out it’s pretty easy to curb their more serious habits with little trinkets and toys to distract them.

“Is that even safe to consume any more?” Leslie questions, looking genuinely concerned about the expiration date.

“Was it ever safe?” Donna rhetorically asks in response.

“Honestly with how much sketchy stuff Mona Lisa ingests daily it’s probably the equivalent of a salad for her.” You answer truthfully. You may love the Saperstein family for all their quirks but you weren’t blind to just how insane they could be.

They seemed to like the answer, maybe proving that you weren’t some victim to his flamboyant schemes that they looked like they expected. You started missing the warm sunny presence of your boyfriend and got worried as you realized how long you have been grilled by the group without him returning.

You almost regret that brief wish you made to have him back in here as the moment you wondered where he was the door was kicked in roughly and screams ring as a loud confetti canon booms out. Three shots in total boom through the office, covering you all in confetti as the collective adrenaline skyrockets. Only two people in the room look completely unaffected, first being Ron who merely picks out the paper bits from his coffee cup with a grumpy sneer and second being April who looks as happy as a masochist hooked up to a car battery.

“What the fuck.” Donna screams out first in confusion as you all watch the rain of confetti dissipate to reveal Jean Ralphio sliding into the room, almost tripping over the paper bits, but manages to stick his landing before dropping to his knee in front of you.

Your adrenaline fueled mind takes in every confusing detail from him changing his outfit seemingly out of nowhere to a shiny glittering red suit, his hair now gelled back when it certainly wasn’t while you were doing the check overs, and finally his hand holding a bright pink and blue swirled ring pop out to you.

“Sup shawty, long time no see. So I’ve been thinking like I do and I just gotta say what are we doing? I love you, you love me, lets get hitched bitch.” He’s definitely a bit manic now as he stares at you with those teasing playful eyes he brings out when he wants something.

“What- Where did you get the ring pop?” Your a bit embarrassed that is your first response to your boyfriend, whom you just said I love you to for the first time, when he is proposing to you.

“Stole it off some dudes desk. Now what do you say? Lets do this thing.” You are just going to skip right past the fact he stole candy off some employees desk and as your adrenaline riddled mind twirls with this new crazy antics he’s pulled you into, you notice just over his shoulder that April has manage to make popcorn appear from seemingly nowhere.

You see his face drops as you remain silent while staring at him but he picks himself up as usual and tries spewing more pretty, albeit silly, words to you. “Come on pretty lady, we love each other and I can’t wait to totally grind up on my beautiful wife in the club.”

“Where did you get the confetti canons? Or the suit?” Again you could only think of the cold logical facts rather than your swimming emotions.

“From the emergency party pack I keep in the trunk of my car.” He answers like it was common knowledge, picking up your hand to spread kisses along the skin. “You did say you love me too right? I wasn’t just having one of those super amazing day dreams again right?”

His kisses start trailing up your arms and for a brief blissful moment you’re not in the middle of an official government building but instead at home after you get back from the club. You can almost feel the sweat that covers your body by the end of the night as he pushes you against the wall to kiss you. Nothing riled him up more than a night of dancing and drinking at the clubs. But you weren’t in the privacy of your home, and you were brought back to reality by the sharp crunch of April’s popcorn.

“Woah, woah slow down! Ok, I do love you, but you are being a bit crazy.” You finally choke out words as soon as he starts gazing at you like he wants to eat you. The eyes of the spectators on you makes it feel like all the air was sucked from your lungs, or more accurately, punched from your lungs.

“Call me Beyoncé because I am crazy in love.” He says with love shot eyes and you can’t help but adore him now that he is obviously excited that the flood wall is down and he can proclaim his love freely.

“Alright how about instead we just move in together finally, I practically live with you as it is.” You try reasoning with him, knowing that most of his ‘creative’ ideas are just whims that he follows through without much thought.

“This booty in my bed every night, how can I say no to that?” His hands try dipping down your waist and you know full well he will grab onto your ass in front of everybody if you don’t stop him.

You quickly pull his hand and redirect it up so you can kiss the back of his hand. “This booty is already in your bed every night, that’s what I am trying to say.”

He looks like he is in a happy daze as he sways back and forth while staring at you. You watch his eyes turn to the left multiple times in between his stares and he stammers out. “So is that, a no?”

“It’s not a no, it’s a try again later. Preferably not in a government building.”

His smile turns devious as he bites on his lower lip and nods at you. “Oh I see you, don’t worry baby girl I’ll give you the proposal to end all proposals!”

He shakes out some excited energy with frantic screaming huffs while jumping around. Once he comes back down he claps his hands loudly and points over to Tom who shuffled back to his office during the commotion.“Big-T! Pull out the binders, we got some planning to do!”

Tom quickly appears in his doorway with big binders, some with fabric swatches nearly falling out. “What cut do you want?” He asks you referring to your ring preference.

You open your mouth to protest but he waves his hand. “Never mind, I’m not asking you, you’ll be wrong. Come on in J-Dog, there is so much to do.”

“I thought you were helping him do taxes?” You argue, a bit flushed at watching them plan your own freaking proposal in front of you. “I’ll keep your slippers.”

“Forget it, this is what matters, and keep the slippers.” He gives you a devious grin and narrows his eyes at you. “Think of it as an early wedding present.”

His dumb satisfied grin curls more as you choke on your words at the mention of a wedding gift and he turns back to ignore you to devote his full attention on your boyfriend. “Now J-money I’ve got one word for you. Scratch that I have three words for you. You, skydiving, Empire State Building.” You shake your head as Tom says more than the three words limit he set, once again proving he is cut from the same cloth as your own ridiculous himbo.

“Ok ok I like where this is going but what about,” Jean Ralphio gives a dramatic pause to spread out his hands for effect. “Hot air ballon but the basket is a giant swing.”

Your embarrassed flush fades with your draining blood as you pale, realizing he might not even live to propose at this rate.

“Alright I’m starting a dead pool, I bet he tries to ride a dolphin to propose but grabs a shark and gets eaten.” April pipes up behind you and you turn to watch more people place their bets.

“Nah he will hold a bunch of illegal fireworks and blow his limbs off.” Donna speaks up next, already throwing cash towards April who was writing down the bets.

“I kinda think he would try lighting a fire to spell out the proposal and catch himself on fire.” Ben adds in, a hint of a smirk of enjoyment crossing his face at the banter.

“Oooo ok ok, um, I think he will bake himself into a cake!” Leslie pipes up, clearly a competitive person from her loud enthusiasm.

A new woman walked into the room, catching the last half of the conversation and looks around confused while clutching her coffee cup. “What’s happening.”

“Get with the program Perkins, this is Jean Ralphio’s paramour that he intends to propose to. We are betting on how he will die trying to accomplish that very simple task.” Ron groans with aggravation.

“Oh ok, I‘ll bet he involves exotic birds and gets a new rare virus.” You are a bit surprised how quickly this new person got on board with the program.

“I think whatever he does will be really sweet, you two kids look so cute together.” Jerry speaks up, looking directly at you, and it feels almost like a sweet paternal moment that is shattered quickly by the loud groans echoing around the room.

“Shut up Jerry, no one cares about how cute it will be. Tell us how you think he will be brutally killed.” April glares at Jerry after throwing a crumpled piece of paper at him which he fails to escape.

He doesn’t add anything more to the betting pool and you take a spare glance back at your happy boy bouncing around Tom’s office as they shout loudly at each other.

You sigh out and reach out to April to hand her a twenty dollar bill. “Put me down for death by magic trick gone wrong.”

[elise00]

✰♡✿ study time✿♡✰

TW: smoking

About: Y/n comes to study as Ponyboy’s house for the evening..

I make my way to Curtis's house whistling in a happy mood though I was a little tired from classes and from the running we did in P.E. I make sure I have the right books and papers for the project. I surprise myself realizing that I already arrived at the Curtis house and before I could knock on the door, it swings open.

"Y/n!" he says like a golden retriever greeting its owner if that makes any sense.

"Hi, Curtis!-"

He cuts me off with a hug, with his arms around my waist. I find myself standing there awkwardly before I hug him back. That was completely random but Im not complaining, I completely love it.

This felt nice, he's those guy who hugs all the time. Interesting I smirk a little.

He pulls away and gently takes my hand dragging me in.

"Want a Pepsi?" He says enthusiastically.

I nod and go to sit on the couch. While he heads to the kitchen.

...

What's taking this boy so long, is it hard to get a Pepsi? I decide to organize my papers and book on the small table in front, but even after that he’s still taking a long time. I feel my eyes flicker a lot and I doze off to sleep forgetting about everything.

....

I find my eyes blinking open, not seeing the tv or anything but I see Ponyboy. He's very close from what I'm seeing, but damn he looks beautiful.

"Ponyboy?.."

I mumble having my eyes open now.

It looks like he's back to reality and he backs off startled by my voice. He's blushing a lot, with his ears pink too. He seems very flustered and then I become too after realizing what he was doing.

"Were you trying to kiss me?" a smirk growing on my face.

"No.."

He says looking away giving a great view of his ears being the shade of pink.

"Liar!" I laugh my ass off.

"Oh lay off!" He says now slumping on the couch with his arms crossed now. With him looking the other way I take the chance to peck his mouth. I was more shy then I usually was, and acting like I haven’t kiss this boy ever. I back up and see him blush more now looking at me.

"Do that again."

He says while both of us maintain eye contact.

I feel myself holding away from the anticipation glancing at his lips.

"Do what?" I decide to ease with a smile knowingly I’m about to break.

"This."

He goes in gently placing his lips on mine, this kiss was different more sweet not like all those other times. It didn't get heated it was more passionate, with our tounges dancing and such. Breathing heavily and groans shared in between the kiss. Right after he pulls away, wiping off the salvia on the corner of his mouth.

"You taste sweet."

He says, now realizing our position changed with him on top of me the whole time during the kiss.

I turn red and looked away before I could become redder by just looking at him. He pecks my cheek with kisses several times before I noticed on the table in the middle of the room. A plate with a sandwich and a Pepsi.

I look back up to him on top of me.

"Is that why it was taking you a little too long to just get a Pepsi?"

"Yep." he chuckles while getting off of me so I could eat.

"Thank you." I smile at him.

"Your welcome love."

I get a little startled by what he called so I turn to the food and start taking a bite.

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After working on some homework from school together it ends up being night faster than I thought. I guess the day does go faster when your having fun.

"I'm heading out Curtis," I say while getting my book back. His face turns a little sad but he soon becomes understanding.

"You sure you don't want me to walk you home?"

He says opening the door for me.

"It's okay, I'm alright." I smile as I walk out.

Though right as I do it's freezing. I quickly walk back in.

"Huh?"

I look up at him. "It's freezing.." I tell him while shivering a bit outside. The weather out here is so bipolar. He wanders off somewhere at a quick pace.

"Ponyboy?" I say wondering where he went. He comes back with a jacket and then puts it over my shoulders.

"It's mine, so you could just return it tomorrow if you want." he's grinning when putting it on me. I breathe in the scent of cigarettes.

I chuckle a bit while properly putting the jacket on. We stand there quietly not wanting to say goodbye. His face later though comes to the realization of something. He comes closer to me, but I don't back away I stay where I am.

"Can I be your boyfriend?" he says quietly having his face inches away from mine smirking cause we’re already together.

He leans in more and kisses me again, gently and passionately. I try to push him away so I can answer him properly but the boy won’t keep his hands off still having his hands on my waist.

“You already know the answer Ponyboy!”! I say now laughing that he’s gotten closer.

I kiss him again pressing my lips on his, wrapping my arms around his neck..

Best night ever.

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[the-archangel]

Friday's Job

Been thinking about V and Johnny going out on jobs together and what their days would be like, so this came from that

Kerry's not happy V has gone back to the merc life with Johnny, but that doesn't mean there's no room for a bit of fluffy smut between them later on!

The neon colours the rain with hues of blue and pink as it teems down onto the City below. The few people around in these early hours keep their eyes to the floor, either to ward off the worst of the weather on their way to work, or to keep away prying eyes on their way home, but one pair of eyes are looking upwards, one rain-soaked face is searching the building towering above for a signal in the eighth-floor window. Two flashes of yellow light, that’s it, he makes his way towards the imposing glass doors of the office block and slips inside.

The reception area is empty at this time of night, protected by the double doors – now unlocked, and several security cameras – now disabled. The lifts were disabled along with the cameras so he finds the stairs and takes them two at a time reaching the eight floor only a little out of breath a short time later. He has to push the door hard to access the Corpo offices he knows to be on the other side, the body leaning against it seems to be tangled in something stopping him from pulling it away, “Hang on,” a voice tells him from the other side, and the unfortunate woman is lifted and moved, the electrical cord around her neck clattering onto the floor.

He stands in the doorway surveying the scene, apart from the woman, a further maybe six bodies are scattered around – quite literally – taking a deep breath he steps over the human detritus, avoiding making a mess of his boots as much as possible, and reaches his partner on the other side of the room. It always fascinates him to watch how he effortlessly hacks into computer systems, the calm look on his face belies the difficulty of what he’s attempting, only the golden glow around his emerald irises gives away his intent. Behind them, a laptop springs into life, they both grin as the information is transferred to the shard in its port, which is retrieved and safely stowed away.

“I thought the office was gonna be empty.”

“Killing Corpos is a problem all of a sudden?”

“Nah, but Kerry’s gonna be pissed, you’ve got a breakfast date in an hour and you’re not exactly dressed for it.”

V looks down grimacing at his blood-soaked shirt and pants, “So do what you’re here to do then and we can delta, he hates it when I’m late.”

Johnny takes the device out of the bag and places it gingerly under the desk in the middle of the room, V is already making for the stairs as he sets the timer and then follows. They make it to the other side of the street just in time to see the windows above light up, all evidence that they were ever there erased by the fire currently ripping through the floor.

“I’ll see you later, gotta delta, I’ll tell Kerry you said ‘hi’.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Johnny mutters watching V’s bike disappear towards Little China.

-

Slightly less than an hour later, a cleaned up but still hyper V strolls into the high-class restaurant like he’s been used to it his whole life. The waiter shows him to the window table where he is met with his partner’s tired but happy smile and a warm hug. “Shit, I hate having to do mornings,” Kerry grumbles as he re-takes his seat.

“It was your idea to meet here for breakfast Ker,”

“I know,” he says more softly, “I just wanted to see you, you’ve been so busy with work and shit I feel like it’s been forever.”

“It’s been four days,” smiles V, “and next week we’re together for a whole ten days, you’ll be sick of the sight of me!”

The waiter brings over coffee and a selection of pastries, setting them down quietly and efficiently before leaving them to their conversation.

“I get scared for you Vince, you could be at the club safe and sound, but you have to keep going on jobs with that fucking gonk, risking your life and for what?”

V carefully takes a sip of the hot coffee looking over the rim of the cup at his mainline’s worried face. It’s true, the club is his, he can do what the fuck he wants, never needs to go on another job in his life if he doesn’t want to. But he made Johnny his responsibility the moment he chose to bring him back – a move that Kerry neither understood nor approved of, though did finance for V’s sake – and Johnny wants to train to be a merc, so who better than V to do that?

“It’s not forever, only until he’s ready to go it alone. How about I make a deal with you? If he can do the job on Friday without much help, then I’ll go back to runnin’ the club.”

Friday’s job had been on Kerry’s radar for a couple of weeks, he’d heard V talking about it over the holo a couple of times and it was one of the reasons that he was so unsettled.

Breaking into an Arasaka run facility after everything V had been through with them seemed like the dumbest idea ever to Kerry, they surely would have his metrics on file and he’d be caught before he even got into the building, preem netrunner that V was, Kerry could not see how he was going to get away with this. He didn’t even know why he was doing it, it wasn’t a contract he knew that, what was so damn important in there that V had to have it before next week? Whatever it was, he wasn’t telling, he’d just shrug and change the subject whenever Kerry tried to bring it up.

Reluctantly, Kerry nods in agreement at the suggestion, it was the best he was going to get and at least if V was taking a step back it might be Johnny, not V who is in the firing line.

“’Sides, most of what we do isn’t that dangerous, this morning we were just doing a hacking job.”

Kerry studies V for a moment before asking with a raised eyebrow, “Is that why you’ve got dried blood under your fingernails and a bullet hole in the arm of your jacket?”

V looks quickly from his hands to his jacket, swearing under his breath. Luckily the bullet had gone through the material without touching him, but he can’t believe he hadn’t noticed it. He shrugs, “There were…complications, but it was fine, look, I’m fine.” He offers Kerry a cheesy smile, receiving a frown in return,

“Mhm, well let’s just get Friday over with, you coming home tonight?”

Covering his mainline’s hands with his own V answers softly, “It’ll be pretty late, but sure, I’ll be home.”

-

Way past 2AM, Kerry is sleeping fitfully, waking every half hour or so unable to settle until V’s promised return. He’s going to have a wait, V and Johnny have got themselves into a bit of a predicament.

“Shit Johnny, I told you to leave it alone!”

Johnny feels very slightly bad for getting them into this, but how could he be blamed if someone left a pile of interesting-looking gear just lying around? Of course he was going to go and have a look through it. In the time it took him to cross the room, the shutters had crashed down and now they were stuck in a warehouse in fucking Kabuki with a bunch of Maelstromers hunting them down.

V was seriously unimpressed, he’d managed to get down their numbers with some quick hacks, contagion had spread quickly and taken five out, he short-circuited another three and got one with a synapse burn, the floor was mostly clear as far as he could tell, but the computer controlling the doors was in the basement and there were at least another six or seven of them down there – and now they knew he and Johnny were here.

Even before turning to mercenary work, Johnny had been an OK shot, the only good thing his father ever did for him was to teach him how to hunt and the army had taught him how to use pistols and automatic weapons, so he leads the two of them towards the steps leading to the lower floor, gun in hand and on high alert. Of course V isn’t a bad shot either, but he’s increasingly reliant on his netrunning skills these days and follows scanning the area for danger.

In front of the door to the lower level, V puts his finger to his lips and listens. His enhancements mean that even from some distance away he can hear a whispered conversation pretty clearly,

“We’re like rats in a pipe down here Roach, what’re we gonna do?”

“Quit your whining, you wired the door up right? Soon as they walk in they’ll be flambé.”

That’s all V needs, ushering Johnny back up the stairs he aims an incendiary grenade at the door and runs as far and as fast as he can in the other direction covering his ears. The explosion rocks the entire building, fortunately leaving the stairs intact but the same can’t be said of the door or of one of the lurking gang members. Johnny manages to pick a couple more of them off as they ran towards them through the burning doorway, V shoots through the flames and gets a lucky hit on a third leaving two cowering at the back of the room.

The intense heat coming from the still burning doorway is a barrier to them entering the lower level, but V is quite capable of finishing then off without going anywhere near and does so with a minimum of fuss before remotely hacking the computer to open the shutters.

The sun is beginning to rise over the City as they step out, V hates turning up at Kerry’s grimy and stinking of smoke, but he’s too tired to go home to shower first, so he drops Johnny at his apartment before making his way to North Oak. V has been awake for around 27 hours at this point and is feeling every second of it as he swings the Apollo into the drive, he’s almost too tired to register surprise that Kerry is up at this time, or to argue as he herds him into the shower.

Kerry watches V sleep for a long time before finally nodding off himself, he’s still not – nor will he ever be – over the fear that everything he’s been through will catch up with him one day and Alt’s dark prediction will finally come true, so he watches the rise and fall of V’s chest and is lulled to sleep by the motion under his hand and the soft regular breathing beside him.

-

A clatter wakes V up with a start, it’s nearly dark again outside, not for the first time he’s slept the day away. Kerry appears with some coffee, “Sorry babe, the dumb silverware drawer wouldn’t close so I had to give it a nudge.”

V grins into his coffee, “With your boot?”

“Yeah, didn’t work though.”

“Gimme a few minutes to wake up and I’ll have a look at it.”

Kerry sits on the bed next to V smoothing the covers and frowning, “You working tonight?”

“Nah, Thursdays are quiet, Clair can run the bar and Johnny’s got a real straightforward klepping gig that even he can’t fuck up.” V watches his lover’s face brighten, “Why? You wanna do something?”

Biting his lip Kerry looks through his lashes at the other man, “Well there’s this industry thing tonight… I know you hate them but we don’t have to stay long and there’s free sushi.”

“Course we can go,” Kerry knows V can never resist his puppy-dog eyes, “I’ll even let you pick out my outfit.”

-

The sushi was good, the wine was OK, the company was dire, so V and Kerry sit in a corner away from the crowds sharing a plate and chatting. An observer would note the way their fingers are entwined over the table, how their knees are touching, the closeness of their faces despite the relative quiet of the club and the soft voices they use exclusively with each other. Promoters send over photographers, but the couple barely notice only having eyes for each other, the intrusion used to bother V but Kerry always remained unflustered knowing that yet another picture of him with the same blurry-faced man was hardly going to set the world on fire.

V had been ignoring calls all evening, having disconnected his phone from his holo and turned off his alerts. With Kerry on his way to the bathroom he chances a quick look at his phone and sighs as he sees the increasingly irate stream of messages from Johnny’s number, and one from Clair’s warning him that Johnny was on the warpath. It seems the job had gone well, goods were klepped and returned, Johnny got his payday, but this is the problem, the eddies that Wakako sent were not the same as those promised and Johnny had made the gonk move of going to confront her about it. V could’ve told him that the promised rate was for himself only, an experienced merc with an excellent rep, not for Johnny, an unknown quantity, but of course V hadn’t been answering his phone – shit.

Kerry returns to see V shrugging on his jacket and promising to explain when he gets home, he puts the car fob into Kerry’s hand and runs into the warm night air of Corpo Plaza hopping into the cab he’d called and messaging Johnny to tell him he was on the way. He’s beginning to regret the monkey suit that he’d wound up wearing, but at least he still had Archangel and his monowires. The cab is taking forever, the last message V had from Johnny was over an hour ago and made little sense, something about the Tyger Claws and a large knife. Finally pulling up in Japantown, V sprints out of the cab and into the back room where the fixer conducts her business.

“Ah, V. How pleasant of you to visit, I thought our paths might cross tonight.”

“Hey Wakako, I’m looking for…”

“Yes, yes, your annoying friend. I’m afraid some of my boys have had to have a word with him about his manners.”

Shit, “It was my fault, he called but I didn’t answer. I should’ve dealt with it personally.”

“Yes, even just as a professional courtesy you should have come yourself, but we cannot change what has been done. I will have my boys bring him to you, wait here.”

A quick call later and soon V hears an ominous dragging noise coming from outside the door, two of the biggest Tyger Claws V has ever seen manoeuvre their way through with a lank haired, bloody faced Johnny barely suspended between them, they unceremoniously let him fall to the floor before leaving the way they came. The dark-haired merc looks up through his blood-crusted eyelashes and spits a gobbet of blood into his hand.

“V dear, give the boy a towel to wipe his face would you?”

Looking around the room he sees a stack of towels by the sink and picks out the top one before wetting it and passing it to Johnny who grabs it angrily wipes his face and hands and passes it back.

“I trust that our business here is both concluded and forgotten?”

Not giving the other man even a chance to speak, V drags him up from the floor and towards the door. “Of course Wakako, have a pleasant evening,” he says through gritted teeth.

-

A safe distance outside Johnny is exactly as pissed as you would expect, V listens patiently while he lists all of his shortcomings both as a person and a fixer and tells him what a terrible friend he is, all the while supporting himself with an arm around V’s neck and limping along beside him. “What were you doin’ anyway that was so important? Why the suit?”

“It was supposed to be my night off if you remember, we were at a shit party if you must know.”

“Well I’m glad it was shit, I hope you get food poisoning from whatever nasty Corpo scop you’ve been eating.”

V sniggers at Johnny’s half-meant sentiment, Johnny smiles at V’s snigger, “So, how’s your face, any permanent damage d’ya think?”

“Only to my ego,” Johnny admits, “I’ll go see Vik in the morning, just need to sleep right now.”

“Nah let’s get you there now, not good to sleep on a concussion or something.”

Johnny had parked the Porsche a couple of streets away, so they take it across town to a sleepy Vik who confirms V’s suspicions.

“Yep, looks like a concussion and a fractured eye socket, can fix one easily enough, the other just needs you to rest for a few days.”

V takes the doc by the elbow and leads him out of Johnny’s earshot, “Vik, I really need him compos mentis tomorrow, is there anything you can give him to… you know… hurry it along?”

Frowning, Vik takes off his glasses to massage the bridge of his nose, “There’s a couple of things I could do I guess, one’s illegal and the other is merely unethical.”

“Thanks Vik, I owe you big time.”

The eye-socket is fixed and Johnny is given a shot of something that makes him feel both indestructible and brittle at the same time, with some pills to chase it up with in the morning. “He shouldn’t be left alone tonight V, once he’s asleep he’ll be out for a good 7 hours and you’ll need to check on him regularly.”

“Sure Vik, no problem and thanks.”

V drives back to Johnny’s apartment punching him in the arm whenever he sees him nodding and manages to get him into the lift and onto a couch before he’s out for the count. He messages Kerry broadly explaining what happened and promising to see him later, then sets an alert to go off every 90 minutes and settles to sleep on the other sofa. V sleeps brokenly, checking on Johnny throughout the night and is finally woken by the sound of the shower late the next morning.

“Hey V, dunno what was in that shit Vik gave me but woo! I feel awesome this morning. Better hop in there yourself and get changed, got a big day today.”

V wishes he’d had a dose of whatever it is Johnny’s had cuz he’s tired as hell and feels like shit. He gets a shower and borrows some of Johnny’s clothes – which on closer inspection are actually V’s clothes some of which he’d previously borrowed from Kerry. Coffee and toast go some way to improving V’s mood, but he suspects it’ll be later today safe at home with Kerry and looking forward to the next few days before he truly feels OK.

-

Unlike a large proportion of the jobs he and Johnny take on, today’s job had been intricately planned down to the tiniest detail. Security guard’s routines had been noted to the second, every camera and sensor had been mapped, nothing had been left to chance. The facility holding what they were after was off a dirt track way into the Eastern Badlands and V had been tuning the Rattler for weeks getting her ready for the trip, all they needed to do was grab their gear and go.

The early afternoon sun was almost unbearable, even with the AC on full blast the car was like an oven, but to make good time stopping was not an option so they guzzle some of the gallons of water they have brought along and try their best not to pass out from the heat. A few hours after setting off it is two hot, sweaty, irritable mercs that emerge gratefully from the stifling heat of the car and make their way towards the shadow of the warehouse facility that is their target.

As arranged with an easily bribed employee, the door to the staff kitchens had been left unlocked so they slip inside, V working through his list of cameras and sensors to disable and Johnny scouting ahead. Everything was exactly as they had expected, good old Arasaka efficiency, and everyone was where they were supposed to be. Having no desire to kill anyone unnecessarily, guards and staff are brought down either through V’s hacks or Johnny’s deftly applied stranglehold, they reach the vault with zero casualties and zero problems.

Easily opening the lock they swing open the door and look at the bank of refrigerated storage devices taking up the main part of the large room. Each has its own unique code which V now scans to find the one that they came for – and then one other one that Johnny insisted was important too. Stashing what they have found in the holdall they brought specially, they slip away into the still stifling desert air, quietly celebrating a job well done.

V had got them here so Johnny drives back, despite the adrenaline rush tiredness has caught up with the fixer and he sleeps peacefully for most of the journey home allowing Johnny to indulge in his guilty pleasure of listening to the Country music station on the radio. By evening they are nearing the City once more, North Oak is in sight and Johnny nudges V awake as they approach the Villa. “Wake up princess, your castle’s up ahead.”

Groggily, V swipes Johnny’s arm, yawns and watches as the lights of home get closer, Johnny pulls up the drive, but doesn’t get out of the car, his and Kerry’s relationship is still pretty rocky, “Thanks Johnny, I’ll come by in the morning to get the gear.” Kerry sees the headlights sweep up the path and is waiting on the step as V gets there, Johnny rolls his eyes as he turns the car around and sees them hug before disappearing inside.

-

“Still not gonna tell me what that was all about?” Kerry asks as he lies in bed waiting for V to finish getting ready to join him.

“Nu uh, gonna have to wait until tomorrow.”

Kerry is a man of many – well some – virtues, but none of them are patience, and he’s finding the fact that Johnny knows when he doesn’t particularly hard to deal with. “Ah c’mon V baby, give Kerry a hint.”

Usually, V succumbs to Kerry’s sweet-talking pretty quickly, but this time he won’t be swayed, “You’ll find out soon enough Ker,” he tells him slipping between the cool covers, “I guess I’ll just have to find a way to distract you from thinking about it.”

“I guess you will,” Kerry agrees, grinning that he has his man back where he belongs.

-

Shortly after dawn, V reluctantly leaves Kerry sleeping peacefully, he has a few things to do before they can begin their break together, so it’s several hours later that Kerry awakens to the sound of his footsteps on the stairs. He watches the other man drop a holdall gently onto the bedroom floor and rub his hands over his face and neck before crossing the room to sit on the bed.

“Mornin’ beautiful,” he says brightly, running his thumb over the implants on Kerry’s cheekbones, “sleep well?”

“Eventually,” Kerry answers leaning into V’s soft touch, “where’ve you been?”

“Just had a couple of errands to run, all yours now though.”

Kerry hums contentedly, rubbing against V’s hand like a contented cat, “Hmm, come back to bed baby, nowhere to be for a few hours yet.”

“You know I want to, but I brought coffee, and there’s pancakes in the kitchen.”

Frowning a little the Rockerboy looks up through his eyelashes, “They’ll keep,” he instructs the fixer, “besides you literally just said that you’re all mine and I want you in this bed, now.”

V smirks a little, how can he refuse such a request? He shrugs his jacket onto the floor and kicks off his boots pulling his shirt off on his way around to the other side of the bed and his pants off as he arrives. Kerry pulls back the covers and he slides inside allowing the other man’s arms to wrap around his waist and pull him, his back to Kerry’s chest, into a heated embrace. Calloused hands run over V’s chest, pausing to pinch at his nipples then continuing downwards, pressing against his taught stomach, pulling his hips back towards Kerry’s. Soft lips sink into V’s shoulder, gentle nips and a searching tongue tracing the veins and raising groans and sighs from the increasingly compliant merc.

The thick length of Kerry’s cock rubs up against the small of V’s back leaving drops of precum where it touches, a lube slicked hand reaches down between them and coats V’s opening and Kerry’s shaft, it’s unusual for the Rockerboy to want to top, but today is an unusual day so V leans into his touch, groans turning to gasps as first one, then two fingers slide inside him curling and massaging his prostrate, before pulling gently out to be replaced by the tip of Kerry’s impressively thick cock. “This OK baby?” he croons into V’s ear.

“Mhm, god…yes.” comes the reply.

Kerry shuffles V onto his front being careful to never lose contact and begins a slow, shallow rhythm that he knows drives his mainline wild. With his head buried in the pillow, V bites his lower lip enjoying the sensation of being filled by his lover and of the increasingly deep and frantic thrusts, until finally Kerry throws back his head and with an exclamation somewhere between a curse and a grunt pumps his load into V’s welcoming ass.

Both sink breathlessly onto the bed, Kerry’s soaked forehead resting on V’s shoulder, “Turn over Vince honey.” V sleepily complies brushing a kiss onto the top of the other man’s head as he turns allowing Kerry to flutter kisses down his stomach and wrap his lips around V’s semi-hard cock.

It’s possible, V reflects, that Kerry gives the best blow jobs on the planet, the perfect warmth, the intuitive rhythm, the way he sucks in his cheeks to create just the right amount of friction and of course one of the (un)fortunate side effects of the cyberware in his throat is that he no longer has a gag reflex, but the main thing that makes him good at it is – as  with his music – he fucking loves it, absolutely adores it in fact, the filthy noises he’s making right now as he works V’s dick betray the fact that he’s having at least as much fun as V is, if not a fair amount more. Relaxing into the feeling of building euphoria, V clings onto either side of the pillow – he’s scared he’d hurt Kerry if he laid a hand on him right now such is the intensity of what he’s feeling – and groans out a warning, but he knows Kerry will take it all, and he does, licking his lips lazily afterwards like a cat.

“Preem way to start the day, thanks Ker.” says V softly.

“Aw c’mon V, no need to thank me, just pay me back in kind later.” he purrs with a wink, before heading into the shower and leaving V to a cheeky ten-minute nap.

-

After a shower and a breakfast of reheated coffee and cold pancakes, the two men sit quietly on the veranda looking out over the city, chairs close enough for their fingers to be entwined between them.

“So, you gonna tell me what all the secrecy’s been about then?” Kerry asks, lowering his shades to look the other man in the eye.

V grins, “Nah, not yet, not long, but not yet.”

Pouting prettily, Kerry lights a cigarette, “Should probably start getting ready soon, need to delta in a couple of hours.”

-

It’s going to be a hell of a party; Kerry’s been planning it for weeks and has booked out the whole of Dark Matter for the occasion.

They have a lot to celebrate, V turned 30 a few weeks ago and there was a time not so long ago that they were sure that that would never happen, Kerry had managed to get out of his contract with MSM and had set up his own record company – it was going to cost him big time but was worth every enny, and it had been two years to the day since their first kiss right here on the balcony, not that Kerry had remembered – he was terrible with dates, but V had never forgotten.

“Two years huh?” Kerry asks blowing a plume of vanilla scented smoke down to the City below, “Two years since you promised to chase the shadows away.”

“How’d I do?”

Kerry looks into his mainline’s eyes, “Those fuckers wouldn’t dare come near me now, you’d kick their asses.”

“We’d kick their asses,” corrects V, “together.”

A tender look passes between them, fingertips slide across the chrome handrail to tangle together, the maître d' diplomatically coughs into his hand turning their attention to the guests currently exiting the elevator.

“Ker, before the party gets going, I want to give you something.”

“Do I finally get to find out what all the secrecy has been about?”

“Mhm,” V retrieves something from his inside jacket pocket while Kerry tries to hide his excitement, V rarely brings him actual gifts, but when he does, they are always extraordinarily special. A largish velvet pouch appears which V opens delicately, fishing inside and pulling out a gold chain with some sort of pendant hanging on it. Kerry stares at it for a moment then takes it cautiously into his hand,

“Is this…?”

“Mhm,”

He allows V to fasten it around his neck, then holds the pendant in the palm of his hand, running a finger over it and shaking his head, “How did you get it? I thought they kept it when…Oh, that’s what the job was all about, gettin’ this, I mean I love it, but…why?”

Kerry looks up quizzically at his mainline, still holding the pendant in his palm, V leans in and covers his hand with his own, “This is why we met, it’s why I’m here and not sat in a bloody heap in a doorway somewhere, it’s why Arasaka are manufacturing third-rate novelties instead of tanks these days, it’s part of me, part of us, it changed the world and now it’s yours.”

“The gold-plating is a nice touch.”

“Yeah well, nothin but the best for you Ker.”

-

Johnny wasn’t much one for refined parties, he much preferred an evening in a dive bar with a bottle of tequila and a couple of chooms, he’d hung around for an hour then driven back to his apartment smiling to himself when he remembered what was waiting for him there. He’d picked it up this morning but not had chance to get it out of the wrapping yet.

He sat on his couch carefully peeling off the brown paper cover then sat back and admired the job that the store had done of mounting it inside the Perspex case, his new arm was fine, virtually indistinguishable from an organic one, but this one, this one had played with Samurai, had held Alt Cunningham, had punched countless gonks and had been worth all the trouble to get it back.

[heretyc]

eddie & val headcanons, but this time they're modern

my apologies for being inactive. my mental health became shit AGAIN

in another post i mentioned seeing a pic of val in a sweater. it's right here [i tried finding the artist but the blog that shared it to pinterest is down??? @//baldrsmoke bb come back i beg. if you find credit lemme know pls thank you]

a lot of the shit in here is unrealistic but that's the beauty of fanfiction, especially in this economy. and they will not be murderers because we deserve breaks, okay??!?!?! getting blood out of carpets is a NIGHTMARE

so because val and eddie barely have stable backstories or personalities, they are my bitches to experiment with. these aren't canon they're just....my view, you feel? that's the point of hc's but ya know, please feel free to give me your thoughts

again, they/them pronouns are used for val, see them however you wish. i see them as a milf- [i am then lovingly stabbed by val for calling them a milf and not a cilf, 'Cultist I'd Like to Fuck']

this is obvious but warning for nsfw!!!!!! duh

and a bunch of imagery is used, if that's not ur thing i am Sorry

enjoy !!!!!

☸ Eddie Gluskin —

♡ Assuming he got help for his issues and he's sane? Omg, he's a dreamboat. You are the envy of the block.

♡ He gets angry sometimes. The past never leaves you fully. But he has remedies.

♡ He has many resources to help him with his anger. He learned to put most of his emotions into his work. Some dresses may have random holes in them, but holes are a fashion statement, dammit.

♡ Loves using lavender to help him sleep. So calming.

♡ Believe it or not? Excellent at cooking. Breakfast in bed is common.

♡ Because he's old-fashioned, he is very much a gentleman. Holds doors open for you, lays down his coat so you don't get your shoes wet from a puddle. He's a typical Canadian man /satire

♡ Is loved by a lot of people for his fashion taste alone. Keep the 40s/50s alive, baby!!!

♡ Either becomes a wedding dress designer or a surgeon, your call. Y'all know that show Say Yes to the Dress? He'd own that show LMFAOOOO

♡ Helps you grab things off of shelves. This man is TALL

♡ Unironically drinks black coffee??? Okay Satan

♡ Has to wear glasses. Is the type of dumbass to have them pushed onto his head and claim he can't find them 💀

"Darling, have you seen my glasses? It seems I've lost them..." "...Look in the mirror, Eds." "Oh? ...Oh. Thank you, darling! ♡"

♡ Would be the type to get a golden retriever. Both are walking hugs 🤭 Imagine coming home to Eddie and a big ass fluffy dog. Yes PLEASE

♡ Has a soft spot for desserts with blackberries.

♡ Enjoys Disney movies because who doesn't??? Jokes aside... because he wasn't able to have a childhood, he will indulge in children's movies now with his golden retriever and you. Fuck yeah

♡ Needs to be taught how to use a cell phone. Yes he types like every other old person

♡ Wakes up at 5 am. Every day. Have fun with this information :)

"Wake up, darling! The sun says hello!" "And I say GOODBYE."

"...Darling 😒"

♡ Not extremely religious but prays sometimes.

♡ The man to go to when you need help regarding clothing. Have a hole? Stitches it back up. Button fell off? He's gotchu. This man is a god when it comes to repairing clothes.

He's also great when it comes to colour matching.

♡ Finds horror movies to be funny and inaccurate. Like he's seen blood and gore [thanks, childhood :/], it looks nothing like in the movies. Corn syrup? Get with the program, Carrie

♡ Halloween is always fun because he makes your costumes, and they're always so detailed and comfortable.

♡ Has a whole ass room dedicated to his work; threads, sewing machine, extra needles...

♡ Listens to records and is beloved by the Millenials for it.

♡ He believes that the great outdoors helps with just about everything and takes walks every day. He'll want you to come with him. If you're an introvert, well that's too bad ;)

Just kidding. You don't have to talk to people, he's happy with a simple walk through the park

♡ Doesn't understand video games but will happily watch you play them.

♡ Drives an old ass car, don't @ me

♡ ADORES Valentines day!!! An excuse to shower you in affection with flowers and clothes made special just for you 💓🤭💓

♡ Has night terrors :(

♡ Does not feel safe if you go anywhere without him. This mfer is your bodyguard and he only feels better if you take self defense items

♡ Goes all out for your birthdays. Attempts to make homemade cake, takes you out...the WORKS

NO NOT "MURDER" I MEAN HE ACTUALLY TAKES YOU OUT TO PLACES. FELT LIKE I HAD TO CLARIFY AGAIN 😭

♡ Reads a lot, obviously is into romance novels but he enjoys mystery novels as well

♡ Wears a lot of navy blues, monochrome shades and the occasional red.

♡ Dislikes rap music and will loudly make his opinion known. He especially hates Eminem.

♡ Gets upset when you shame yourself :(( stop it right NOW

♡ Makes it a point that whenever you're upset, he's the first person you should go to. He is not letting you leave his sight without a smile on your face. A REAL one

♡ He despises alcohol and only really drinks it during events. Even then, he doesn't drink a lot, maybe a couple of sips and that's it.

♡ Dislikes Trager. A lot. If he's your doctor Eddie makes you switch 💀

♡ He's a social butterfly, why wouldn't he be with a personality as charming as his?

♡ Never lets you use knives in the kitchen because he hates the thought of you cutting yourself.

♡ Dislikes green. For whatever reason, it just makes him cringe.

♡ Happily gives you food from his plate, and makes no comments or complaints.

♡ Teaches you how to sew, and has many thimbles on stand-by if you have a habit of stabbing your fingers.

♡ Fucking HATES fast food, and heavily prefers homemade stuff. Fuck Burger King, all his homies hate Burger King

However, he'd enjoy fine dining.

♡ He'd learn to knit, too.

♡ Loves winter because he has an excuse to make you sweaters. He makes you sweaters no matter the season, but you're gonna wear them during the winter, so

♡ Prefers suburban or country life. The city is too noisy for him.

♡ Never ever doubt his love for you, he adores you and 100% would steal the moon for you if you asked [NASA might be mad tho]. Cheating is also out of the question, he finds it disgusting.

♡ Has an unironic love for bunnies and wants to protect them. As a result, despises animal testing. Psychologically it's because they're innocent and cute.

♡ He'd smell really nice. Musky and elegant.

♡ Very prudent when it comes to money, and chastises you if you spend on pointless things.

"Do you really need a new pillow?" "It's shaped like a cat, so YES."

♡ Doesn't understand modern lingo...help him.

♡ An excellent caretaker if you're ill!! Leave everything to him, he will do the housework and errands until you're healthy again.

♡ If you're injured and can't move, the same applies, but he'll carry you to places. [I had to get stitches on my foot last October and I'm still salty >:(]

♡ Has a hard time expressing sadness as it's considered a weakness.

♡ Will happily make your doctor's appointments for you if you have anxiety, but encourages you to do them yourself. He'll hold your hand :3c

♡ Really strong hands, so he likes giving you massages and rubs.

♡ Not too patient, but he works on it.

♡ An old man regarding the internet and only really uses it for tutorials. He asks for your help, obviously.

♡ Finds online shipping suspicious.

♡ He shaves and styles his own hair. He's excellent with a blade.

♡ Has never heard of an 'emo phase' and is kind of weirded out by it. If you went through one, expect questions.

♡ Dislikes jewelry, and only wears rings.

♡ Very disgusted by the music of this time. Who calls women 'bitches'? Absurd. [You do, you weirdo]

♡ Loves thunderstorms. He thinks thunder is calming. Gets annoyed when he sees lightning, though. It hurts his eyes.

♡ He likes the heat. He's like a cat.

♡ He can sometimes sneak up on you and scare you, but it's not purposeful. He can get really...quiet. [Due to his childhood...it's a skill]

♡ He's not completely opposed to the idea of traveling, but he loves being at home with you.

♡ Carries a messenger bag with him sometimes. It has glasses, a first aid kid and other essentials. Happily carries your stuff with him.

♡ If you see a spider and freak out he'll calm you down, but if it's bigger than he's used to or he's alone, he will SHRILL

♡ Gets upset if you need to leave the house for a long amount of time. He enjoys your company.

♡ If you watch Strangers Things I think he'd laugh at the fashion and feel nostalgic.

♡ Enjoys feeding the birds. Has a hummingbird feeder and your standard bird feeder outside the living room window.

♡ If you too had a childhood much like his, he will become a mixture of saddened and angered. The fact that his loved one can relate to him and had a childhood much like his own? Makes him sick.

† Val —

♡ The soft, loving partner you never knew you needed.

♡ Val is a lovebug!! Cuddles on the couch. Words of affirmation. They love showing you their adoration.

♡ They're somewhat involved with Knoth as they run the suburbs you all live in and Knoth's church is within said suburbs, but both Val and a group of people meet in secret to talk shit about him.

Oh yeah; they have orgies. You're invited too, obviously. No pressure, though.

♡ As a result of being Val's partner, you are accepted by their group and are seen as their good friend. They're all fun to speak to.

♡ They love wine. They have a whole ass cupboard full of it.

♡ They mostly wear wool sweaters because they have an excuse to give you warm hugs ♡ [also because they're cozy!!!]

♡ Extremely pale and hates going outside unless they have to because they're prone to getting sunburnt.

♡ Knows how to work the internet, surprisingly.

♡ Their hair is naturally a light blonde, so they're envied by those who have to bleach their hair.

♡ Also has naturally bright blue eyes, so everywhere you go they get complimented at least once.

♡ A dark chocolate fanatic. Yum.

♡ A cat person!! When you go to their house for the first time you are greeted by a gorgeous white cat named Ruby. She warmed up to you instantly. Val lowkey got jealous though hehe

♡ Loves you for all of your flaws.

♡ An excellent listener. They're not a therapist or anything but their advice is suspiciously perfect and works for you every time.

♡ Best friends with the doctor down the road. They're both chaotic.

♡ They love to watch horror movies with you and occasionally thirst over the characters. Scream is their favourite out of all of the iconic horror flicks. Maybe you and them should go as Billy and Stu for Halloween? Them as Billy, obviously.

♡ They are your own personal cheerleader. You accomplish something! Yayyy! You come back home with new clothes? You better run a fashion show for them. [And they probably have a cheerleader costume stashed somewhere...]

♡ Very elegant and wears expensive perfume. Always a joy to be close to because your nose is often swimming in perfume that's probably more expensive than your kidneys.

♡ Loves to spend money on you because they think you deserve it. If your childhood was difficult [like Eddie's] this increases ten fold.

♡ Regarding rough childhoods, Val always feels an anger build within them when they hear about abuse victims who experienced said abuse in their childhood. Who could harm children? They're bright, they're innocent. They will always feel like you deserved better and will assist you in undoing trauma.

Doesn't matter if it's impossible, they will try. You need meds to take? They will make you take them. They will escort you to therapy appointments. They will let you vent. They want you to feel better because you deserve the world and they can't help but want to violently hurt the person who harmed you.

♡ Prefers wearing dark colours, like black and navy blue, but will wear light ones, too. Mainly cream or coral.

♡ They enjoy wearing accessories. Their rosaries are their favourites. They get you your own rosaries after a year of dating. [With your initials carved into them, duhhh]

♡ Got their genitals pierced after they turned 18 and never took them out. They got them for the aesthetic, they kept them for sexual benefits.

♡ Prefers to stay alone and rest when they get sick, liking to take things into their own hands and not burdening you, but becomes a Momma when you're ill. Soup, cold cloth, bedrest, the works.

♡ Obviously a sexual icon. They're sex positive and do not judge what someone enjoys sexually. Unless of course it's morally gross.

♡ Expect sex. Like...at the most, 5 times a week. The whipped cream in the fridge isn't for ice cream, I'll tell you that.

♡ Regarding sexual piercings, they'd love and support you if you got some done, too. They'll hold your hand when you get them cause they hurt like a bitch. [My friend got nipple piercings...the screams of pain she let out y'all 😭 don't let that stop you if you want some though!!]

♡ Has no understanding of memes but loves when you explain them. They're amused and still don't get it but they see how happy they make you and how they make you laugh, so they'll listen for as long as they need to.

♡ They're liked by a lot of people because of how accepting and nice they are, but they prefer being alone with you and Ruby.

♡ They hate idiocy, which is why they want to leave Knoth. Ugh.

♡ Has somewhat of a Southern accent.

♡ Loves gardening because they grow their own flowers and give them to you on Valentines day. Romantic.

♡ Baking desserts is a common thing the both of you do. Expect them to feed you the batter.

♡ They're generally a pacifist but regarding you or something else, they will Exchange Fists

♡ An excellent babysitter. This was to be expected.

♡ Doesn't like video games too much but will watch you play them as they sip on wine.

♡ They're a night owl.

♡ Likes it whenever you get scared, whether during a thunderstorm or a scary movie, because they can comfort you.

♡ They're tall as fuck and you need them to grab things for you from the higher shelves at the grocery store. Sometimes, at home, they'll put things you need on higher shelves so you ask them for help.

♡ Befriends ravens so they can train the things to steal from Knoth. Yes, it's possible. You can thank them for the occasional rings and coins.

♡ Like Eddie, they carry a messenger bag with them if you're both going out.

♡ They like the suburbs but enjoy the country life even more. They'd take you and the cat out into the country if they weren't a deacon.

♡ Gets annoyed when others mock their drawl, but when you do it, they find it cute. You're not mocking them to be a dick.

♡ Is the designated driver on road trips and lets you play your music.

♡ They can handle the heat. If you can't, they find it amusing but makes sure you take care of yourself.

♡ Uses mainly pet names. Your real name is maybe used once a day 😭

♡ They find gender stereotypes stupid and wear whatever tf they feel like. They encourage you to wear whatever you want.

♡ Lets you paint their nails or do their makeup or whatever if you're practicing. They'll just stare at their phone and patiently wait.

If you did a poor job, they won't tell you.

"How did I do?" "...Perfect, my love. Absolutely perfect. [cringes when you're not looking]"

♡ They buy the full size chocolate bars on Halloween. They're not Satan.

♡ They think you need to be protected. All the time.

"I'll get that." "Val, it's just someone at the door." "Okay, and? What if it's a murderer? We've seen Halloween, dear. Let me get it."

♡ The big spoon. But enjoys being the little spoon sometimes.

♡ They're a switch. They're dom until you make a move. They encourage you, too.

♡ Their lips are plump so their kisses are really nice. MWAH

♡ Unironically enjoys pumpkin spiced things. They make their stuff at home, though. ♡ They enjoy lollipops. They're also easy to seduce someone with. Val as the Lollipop Chainsaw protagonist, anyone?

[miraakulous-cloud-district]

HELLO, I'M SLIDING INTO YOUR INBOX FOR THE ASK GAME. I give you a massive ⭐ as a treat for you to ramble for whatever part (or parts) of wygtya you crave the most! I'm so here to devour them!!! 👀

link to the ask game

ALRIGHT SO,,, Firstly, thank you so much for the star, my dear!!

I wanted to ramble about this for a while now, and since you also really like him, now it's the perfect opportunity to say that I absolutely love how Rumarin is becoming more and more the friend of the group. I don't know if this makes sense so far, but bear with me :)))

They're all friends. Like, really good friends. Found family and all that, but he's *that* friend who is always there for everyone and this makes my heart happy. He is a very comforting person and he can fittingly comfort everyone. It's just that no matter what, if anyone in the fellowship needed someone (either for comfort, advice, a good talk, a hug or drunk/crazy shenanigans) he *will* be there. And doing this, being the friend, is actually all he ever wanted. Growing up surrounded by posh, racist Altmer who thought they were too good for feelings and meaningful relationships, he really wanted a friend, he *needed* a friend. So now that he's out of that environment and he has friends, he can finally experience love. Platonic love is so pure and important and HE GETS IT!! He loves it! He loves having long, deep conversations with Inigo, he loves teasing Lucien, he loves doing the craziest stuff with Ravonna, he loves listening to Teldryn talk about his crazy adventures from his mercenary days, he loves comforting and slowly including Miraak in the fellowship, and ultimately: he loves how him and Marcurio seem to just work together so well. they just complete each other. Marcurio's the moon to his sun, the black cat to his golden retriever, the coffee to his milk and so on! And what is their romantic love without their platonic love? These types of love just braid within each other so well in their case!

What I'm saying is: yes, he is sarcastic, funny, flirty and seductive, but behind the funny/flirty façade, he is a great friend. The best!

Also, his love language is physical touch, mostly, so he is very touchy-feely :))) Hugs, pats on shoulders, playful shoves, holding hands, carrying people (either bridal style or piggyback) -> that's his thing! This paired with Miraak's touch starved-ness will absolutaly melt my heart, as I kind of make Rumarin the one who fully accepts Miraak into the fellowship first! (CAN'T WAIT TO POST CHAPTER 10, THEY WILL HAVE A WHOLESOME MOMENT)

[mysteriawrites]

Helloooo, I’d like to request a demon slayer and BNHA matchup please (if it to much you can just do one). If you don’t want to you can just ignore this.

I really suck at writing about myself so sorry if this sucks. I am very introverted and have both anxiety and depression. I try not to bother people with my problems by bottling them up along with my emotions (king behaviour). I try to stay happy and positive for my friends and will support them with anything. My love language is words of affirmation and acts of service. I am the eldest sister so I know how to take the lead even if I don’t want to. I love writing creatively and psychology, I actually want to be a therapist when I’m older. My family says I’m “a sloth with a side of T-Rex”. I like to play video games in my down time and use daydreaming as a sort of coping mechanism. I’d like to think I’m pretty but I’ve only ever been complemented on my eyes, dimples, and thick long eyelashes. I take pride in helping people. I HATE loud sounds, yelling, and overly agressive people, im okay with teasing (that’s what I do with friends) but there is a line you should not cross. Apparently im smart? According to my friends at least.

Thank you so much and hope your having a great day!! 💙💙💙

Hello, thank you for your request. I'm willing to do two matchups for you but I'd prefer if you sent another ask for the second one so that this post won't be super long. This one will be your BHNA matchup so without further ado DRUMROLL PLEASE!!!

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

MIRIO TOGATA!!!

(Sorry for the highlighter yellow color it just suits him imo)

Now I know you two may seem like polar opposite but hear me out I think you two would make a great couple.

I actually think you and Mirio are really similar: you both like helping people, your supportive natures lift people up, and you do whatever it takes to help those around you. Although he is a lot louder and outgoing than you are, you bond over your shared aspiration to save people, you in your therapist office and him on the city streets.

Due to his whole life of hero training (and being friends with Tamaki) Mirio was able to pick up early on the mask you wear around others to keep them from worrying about you. As much as he wants to just wrap you in his arms and tell you everything is ok and he'll help you carry your burdens, he wants to give you the time to tell you your feelings when you're ready to talk about it and not force you.

However, he does have subtle ways of letting you know he's there for you. Regularly complimenting you to help you have a more positive view of yourself, keep his voice quieter because he noticed how loud sounds bother you without you even telling him, making sure you get out of the house regularly and have some fun, so you don't get consumed by your at home responsibilities, talking for you in public to ease any social anxiety, and much more.

After getting close to you though he does come out and directly tells you that no matter how bad your depression may get or how heavily your life may weigh upon you he will always be there for you whether it's helping you out of a situation or just simply giving you a hug when you need one.

Speaking of hugs Mirio REEEEEAAAAAALLLLLLYYYYY loves to hug you. He knows you don't like attention on you so he won't hug you as much or as long in public, but in private oh boy this man will not let you go. He essentially becomes a big cuddly ol golden retriever who just wants to smother you in love.

Mirio may love people, but he definitely savors at home dates with you either play video games (more like losing to you constantly), watching a movie, or making dinner. Life as a hero is so hectic, he's glad he can just spend some intimate one on one quiet time at home with you where no one can bother him.

As much as a big ball of sunshine he is, Mirio has his dark moments. When he lost his powers, he question his self-worth and purpose, he thought he wouldn't be able to help people as well anymore and it put him in a dark place. You were what was able to get him back on his feet after the incident. With your kind words and emotionally support Mirio was able to get out of his slump and get back out there. Because you reminded him that even without his powers, he is still a hero.

You and Mirio have a bit of a cat and dog relationship, but you balance each other out while loving and supporting each other. You'll pursue your dreams together side by side and make the world a better place. Also, because Mirio has such a way with kids I see him as a family man so be ready to have lots of kids.

Sorry, this took so long I was contemplating how I was gonna do your requests before I ultimately decided to do them separately, I also wasn't sure if you cared about what gender your match was, so I hope you like it. (p.s also I think we may be twins I read your ask and had an identity crisis and was like "wait this is literally me-" lol I'm even an older sister too...I think we both need therapy)

Runners Up: Midorya Izuku, Iida Tenya, Todoroki Shoto, Jiro Kyoka, Yaoyarozu Momo

[chaeinedup]

Will you hold me ?

It's been a while since you saw the light of day and not by choice. Exam season was kicking your ass, therefore you had no choice but to spend your nights studying as hard you could. So sleep was during the day. Your sleep schedule was a mess, your meals consisted of energy drinks and string cheese.

But at least you weren't alone, through all the chaos you had Daehyeon with you, unfortunately his sleep schedule was as bad as yours. And being as supportive as he is, he always made time for you and your mental breakdowns. You'd call in a frenzy, frustrated with yourself and your life choices that led you to this point, while he just tried to calm you and see the positive side of things.

"Daehyeon I think I'm gonna drop out. I can't handle this anymore. I think college isn't for me."

"Y/n, what would you tell me if I said I was gonna give up on producing and the music industry in general ?"

"I'd call you crazy and yell at you for wasting years of hard work and talent... yeah I get it you're trying to make me follow the advice I give to others but this is different. I feel myself going nuts."

"Babe no one said it was gonna be easy, nothing ever is. How many times did you think about quitting because of an exam and then you actually did really good ? It's not fair for you to be this hard on yourself. Not to mention its 4am, you should definitely be sleeping."

"I still have so much to go through, and it seems there's not enough time for everything and I can't even make a decent meal and-"

"When was the last time you ate ? And what exactly did you eat?"

You looked very guilty and hesitated in answering. By your reaction he knew it had been too long since and he didn't even want to know what concaution of a so called "dinner" you had made.

"I'm coming over and im bringing food, ill be there in 20."

He hung up, not giving you a chance to refute his proposal, like he knew you would.

After what felt like an eternity, your doorbell rang. Excited, you ran to the door. Outside the door Daehyeon could hear your running, resembling a enthusiastic golden retriever. He smiled to himself wondering if you could get any cuter.

You opened the door faster than the speed of light with the biggest smile on your face.

"Who knew you'd look this pretty at this hour??"

His rethorical question made you blush, making you want to hide somewhere and so you did, in his chest, with the warmest hug he had felt in a while.

"..stop saying that.... you know how i get..."

"Yeah and I love seeing you like that."

You withdraw yourself from him giving him space to enter your apartment. You looked at the white bag he brought with him and tried to guess what it was. Quickly it clicked, normally he brings food from a fast food chain or leftovers from the dorms, but seeing everything wrapped so nicely you knew it had so much love and care into it. Something only a mother would be able to do.

"Is that what i think it is...?!!!"

"She made me keep it a secret, it's your favorite!"

"Oh my god, when were you with her ?? I miss her I hope she's doing well!"

"She's doing great but she wasn't too happy with you and your concept of a proper meal."

"You rated me out to your mom?? That's so low Daehyeon!!"

"She cares for you as much as I do, and she made this hoping it would open your appetite a bit more. Resulting in you actually craving meals instead of snacks."

"You really are your mother's son. Thank you, to both of you, and I’ll make sure to thank her with a very well written text!"

You kissed him on the cheek, leaving him standing in the living room while you headed to the kitchen with the food. He had a shine in his eyes, that you couldn't see, but he hoped you could feel it. Right now and every day, all the time, he loves you more than he will ever understand. It's not like he wants an explanation on why his heart flutters when you look at him, or call his name. He's just glad he gets to have you all for himself in this lifetime, and if he's lucky enough in the other ones too.

Time stopped for him but not for you, you plated everything as fast as you could, you wanted to be as close to him as possible, savouring the few hours you had before he had to go to work and you had to head to classes. A couple that never sleeps will surely stay together for a long time.

Finally you were done and brought everything to the coffee table in front of the couch, you two have the habit to sit on the floor while eating and afterwards cuddling on the couch. And today was no exception.

The food was amazing, just like you knew it would be. A mother's love will always make you feel better, doesn't matter in what form it comes. Sometimes it's with words or acts of service such as this delicious feast, or through people. Daehyeon was one of many ways his mother expressed love to others, the way she raised him reflected how pure her heart his. So her son's is just as noble as hers.

"Daehyeon ?"

"Yes my love?"

"Will you hold me ?"

"Always at any time, anywhere."

He wrapped his arms around you, not even bothering to leave the carpet. Doesn't matter where he is, you will always e his number one priority.

[fangirlstorycreator]

How do you think KK3 and CK Terry would be with a partner who is a total cuddle bug with golden retriever vibes? I know that's basically the opposite of Terry but I'd like to think he'd find my happy-go-lucky personality endearing?

Kk3: you had been with Terry for a few weeks now, and you had tried to keep your cool around him. He was a sexy, wealthy, important businessman man. He seemed so mature in so many ways. And yet, sometimes he had an excitable side to him. And you hadn't let on to him yet how much of a cuddle bug you were. One night when he invites you over for the night, he opens the door and lets you inside. "Hey baby! Your finaly hear" hey babe" you say giving him a kiss. "What's with the excitement Terry?" "Well, I have a little something different in mind for tonight" you giggle. "Oh dear, is this going to involve needing to plan a safe word like last time?" He laughs back at you "baby no no, I have something else for you, come on, follow me" he takes you by the hand and leads you to the bedroom. When he opens the door, you see that Terry has made a beautiful bed fort! All adorned with fairy lights, pillows, blankets and a little basket on the bed filled with chocolates and a bottle of wine "oh my God baby! This is amazing! But...why did you make this? I didnt think it was your thing?" He hugs you from behind "it secretly is, and I just know, that deep down you wanted this kind of thing to" he kisses you on the neck "now! Last one in the fort doesn't get any chocolate!" Terry and you both jump on to the bed and spend the night cuddling and enjoying the fort.

CK: you had a long day at work, and in your break you told Terry about how stressed out you were. "Oh sweetheart, when do you finish?" "Not for another hour, but driving home will only take me 20 minutes" "dont worry sweetheart, when you get back to my place I'll make everything better" you guys end your call and carry on with work. When your on your way to Terry's, you wonder what he is planning do to make my day better? To be honest, a hug in his arms would just be what you need, however, you've only been with him a few weeks, and wasnt sure if he was into cuddling like that. When you get to his place, he opens the door and greets you with a sweet kiss "Good evening sweetheart, you all finished for the day now?" "Yeh, thank goodness" he chuckles "well I think I have just the thing to to cheer you up" he leads you into the living room, to see that he has made you your favourite dinner, bought your favourite wine and chocolates. Plus, he has laid out blankets on the sofa, and the fire is lit. "Terry? Did you really do all this for me? This is amazing!" "I'm glad you like it sweetheart, I know you've had a bad day, and I wanted to give you all your favourite things, plus a nice evening of cuddles on the sofa in front of the fire" you take his face in your hands and kiss him. "Terry everything hear is perfect, thank you. But to be honest, I wasnt sure you were the cuddly kind of person? Dont get me wrong I'm glad you are-" he stops you by kissing you again. "I dont get much time to spend with you I know that, but there has been many times I just wanted to hold you in my arms and keep you close. And tonight, nothing is going to stop me from doing just that"