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gravedigginbbydoll · 1 year

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pencil shavings and shared smiles {pt.6}

Fem! Teacher Reader x Teacher! Eddie

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AN: Hey y’all! So we get a little taste of the spice to come ;) Angst will also build later lol. Please like and reblog and lemme know what you think!

WARNINGS AND CONTENT: Minors DNI!!!, Noncanon, Hawkins AU, Normal Hawkins, Rumors about Eddie, Smut, Mentions of Masturbation and Sexual Acts, Trauma, Reader is horny lol, Very fluffy, Outcasts and Bullying, Mentions of Loneliness, Flirting, drinking, violence/fighting, drug usage, mentions of death, Fem!Reader, use of nickname Tish in place of Y/N, older! Eddie, short-haired Eddie, 1995/1996 Hawkins, F! Reader has a dark past, F! Reader is a former goth lol, angsty angst.

Summary: When you and Eddie just begin blooming into something, a ghost from the past begins to haunt you. Your coping mechanism is less than ideal, given it involves a certain tall and dorky metalhead.

Ever since that night out in the field, you find yourself leaning more and more into the idea that this electricity between you and Eddie could lead somewhere. You lean more into his lingering touches and find yourself hanging out more with his friends. Hell, just this past weekend, you had joined Eddie and his friends for a movie night out in Steve’s backyard. You and Eddie cuddled on a blanket, earning some teasing remarks from Steve and Robin, causing you both to throw popcorn at them.

Things were beginning to look up in Hawkins. You were getting the hang of teaching your classes and were happy to see a few students excited about literature. You had made the most of your apartment, covering the ugly green leather eyesore of a couch in pillows and blankets and ensuring the peeling pink floral wallpaper was hidden by a large bookshelf and some art you found at the thrift store. You even began cooking meals for yourself, finding the routine comforting.

There is that lingering feeling of uncertainty tickling the back of your brain despite all this. You tried to will it away. There was no warning sign yet. You gained friends from Eddie, as well as the kind and dorky metalhead himself. You found yourself like a young and giddy teen again, sneaking handholds at the teachers’ lounge and making Eddie lunches when you discovered he always brought instant ramen for lunch ( Eddie disclosed to you that the best thing he could make was sandwiches and maybe breakfast). You had no reason to be on guard.

Except…

The dreams. They began a few days ago. You would be back in the city, your apartment, your old grounds. You kept finding yourself in the same place you were about a month or so ago. In the dreams, you were stuffing a suitcase, your chest tight, and your vision blurred and distorted from tears. The dream always ended the same way. You would walk to the door, only to find it locked, and the walls would start closing in. You would panic, tugging at the door, pleading with anyone to set you free. Afterward, the same voice would ring out behind you, sour and condescending despite the words spoken.

“Don’t leave. I’ll change. Don’t hurt me again…”

You would wake in a cold shock whenever you felt the same large clammy hand on your shoulder. He wasn’t there, of course. He couldn’t be. You were miles away, no note left and no trace of you.

You tried to brush off the dreams, but they kept waking you up earlier and earlier. Eddie was first to notice, offering you coffee every morning and taking bus duty for you when he could. You felt a pang of tugging guilt in your gut at his gestures, knowing that maybe if you just spoke about the issue, you would feel some weight off your shoulders. But you couldn’t bring your mouth to ever open or the words to come out.

You still indulge in Eddie’s touch and affection, lingering hands, and flirtatious winks when no one looks. But today was the fourth day in a row you had the dream. You should call them nightmares, but the word dreams felt less…drastic. You were drained. You found yourself with less patience than usual, being much more stern with the students than expected. You skip your regular lunch with Eddie and Will. By your last period, you feel like a zombie. Going through the motions, trying to stomach the idea of sleeping again tonight.

You’re locking up your classroom and about to head home when you run into a broad chest, Eddie’s warm and spicy scent filling your nostrils. You look up at him, feeling the urge to lean into him, to be embraced. He looks at you, warm brown eyes full of concern and lips tugged down at the corner.

“Tish, what’s going on? You’ve been on edge this entire week. You’re tired and…” His eyes search your face for answers, hesitating on his last words, his brows furrowed. You want nothing more than to soothe the little wrinkle between his brows. “I feel worried.”

Your heart tugs at his words, but your brain swirls with sharp thoughts, your lack of sleep making it harder to block out.

Look at you, making your own stupid shit, everyone else’s problem.

Maybe you should tell him.

No, because you clearly are making a big deal out of nothing. He’s trying to be nice. He doesn’t wanna hear your ridiculous sob story. He has actual issues.

Just keep it to yourself. You don’t want another person to know what a whiny crybaby you are, do you?

You fake a smile in his direction, shaking your head. You will keep this to yourself. Eddie is untarnished so far, not murky and grayed by your influence and presence. If you let him in too far, it was only a matter of time before your inky black destruction leaked into him, tarring his insides and making him bitter.

“I’m okay. Noisy neighbors. You know how it is. I’m just scared to approach them,” You lie easily, feeling a twinge of guilt in your gut.

Eddie’s eyes are intense, warm brown darkening as he stares at you with some fierce emotion you can’t quite place. His voice is low and stern, making you curse inwardly at how your skin tingles and your face warms.

“Tish, I know for a fact that’s a damn lie.”

Your mouth feels dry as you struggle for words, awkwardly laughing and looking away.

“I-”

He grabs your chin, moving it so you have to look into his eyes. The stern and authoritative action causes your stomach to flutter. You steel your resolve to not break until his mouth opens again, his voice practically a whisper, but his stern and no-bullshit tone causes your breath to catch in your throat.

“You don’t have to tell me, but I’m here for you. Don’t try to handle everything alone.”

Your skin is aflame from his touch, and when he takes his hand away, you feel a longing for the touch back. He turns around, walking away, leaving you to stare at his broad back and long legs, his hands in his leather jacket pockets.

Your chest tightens, and you sigh out a bit of relief. You may not take his offer now, but it was nice to know it was there.

The following week, you’ve gotten a handle on blocking out the nightmares. The method, however, leads to you dodging Eddie a bit more than usual. It’s embarrassing to try to face those warm and caring eyes when the thing chasing away the nightmares is the thought of him looming over you.

You first learned the cure that weekend after his stern tone caressed your ears. His voice’s low timbre and authority still sent shivers down your spine that day. You had been laying in bed the weekend after, dreading the thought of sleeping, trying to calm your nerves. You then remembered Eddie’s words, the intensity of his gaze, and his grip on your chin. You felt laid bare before him despite being clothed. Your brain began to swirl with ideas about how the look would feel if you wore less.

You knew you had been attracted to Eddie before these thoughts but had tried to push the ideas down. But that night, your brain swirled with the image of Eddie looming over you, those dark eyes laying you bare as his calloused hands explored you. You imagined his stern voice telling you to be good for him and his lips nipping at your neck. These thoughts led to a hand traveling down your sleep shorts, your chest heaving, and the desire pooling between your thighs.

That night you were left panting and spent, shocked by the lust that overtook you. You hadn’t felt this way in months, maybe even years. Sure, you had masturbated, but it wasn’t often. Plus, it felt more like a chore to complete when you came around to it, hating how your hands cramped or how you felt guilty after. This time, all that was left was a worn-out body and a calm sleep.

However, now you couldn’t seem to face Eddie without immediately feeling heat creep up your neck to the tips of your ears, your stomach twisting with nerves and embarrassment. You had spent the week dodging him, making excuses when you could. When you did speak to him, you were shy and far quieter than usual. You felt a sting at his puppy dog eyes and confusion flashing across his face every time you dashed away. Every time he gave you those looks, you swore to yourself you wouldn’t touch yourself to him that night, only to have the wild fantasies enter your mind in bed and your ever-traitorous hands explore yourself.

Today, you find him blocking your exit while getting ready to lock up, his immense stature in your doorway. You blink at him in shock, trying to stomp down the swirling feeling of desire at his intense gaze towards you, feeling your thighs squeeze as if it’s instinct.

“Tish, did you forget it’s Friday?” He sternly questioned you, a brow raised.

You furrowed your brows, searching your mind for the significance of the weekday, only to feel your stomach sink and guilt wash over you. You had planned to hang with Eddie and his former bandmates weeks in advance, who had scheduled to get together and play at his house for old time’s sake. They planned it so far ahead because Gareth was always busy with his baby daughter (who he thought hung the moon). Jeff was engaged and planning a wedding with his fiance for the next couple of months. You felt embarrassment intertwine in your belly as you thought about how you let your dirty thoughts distance you from Eddie, your closest friend. You could never explain to him why.

“I’m so sorry, Eds, I can still-”

He walks forward, shaking his head. “Tish, I really hope I didn’t do something wrong. I’m sorry if I ever made you uncomfortable or pushed you-”

You laugh, shaking your head as you feel the tips of your ears warm. “No, no! I just… There’s been a lot on my mind lately,” You offer weakly, knowing by Eddie’s dark gaze that he doesn’t fully believe you, but he doesn’t push it.

“Well, if you’re still coming to hear us shitheads play…Want a ride?” He grins devilishly, twirling his keys.

You nod and walk alongside him in the hallway to the parking lot, gently holding his hand for the first time in almost over a week. When you reach his truck and climb in, your nerves go haywire. Your gut twists, anxious as you realize the get-together is at Eddie’s. In his home. Where he lives. Where he sleeps, eats, and showers. Your brain flashes ideas of Eddie in his house.

Eddie lounging on a couch reading.

Eddie throwing his formal work shirts haphazardly onto a chair to replace them with his comfortable band shirts, tattoos all on display.

Eddie playing guitar while sitting on his bed, biting his pretty lips in concentration.

Eddie hunched over in his bathroom, his muscles under his expansive back and biceps flexing and rippling as he hurriedly strokes his length, his brows creased and his other arm bracing the counter as he-

You stop yourself, realizing that you are practically panting and your entire chest and face is warm. Luckily Eddie can’t hear you over the thrash metal playing through his speakers. However, he does give you an odd and questioning glance occasionally.

You finally pull into his driveway. His house is a simple and small one story in the suburbs, the outside an unassuming shabby white wood with a gray roof. There are two small windows in the front and a little shed in the back.

You steel your nerves, clenching your fists so your nails dig into your palms.

Act normal.

Eddie parks the car, taking his key out of the ignition as he speaks to you. “The guys are getting here a little later, so I can give you a tour of the place, and we can chill out for a bit. That okay?” He questions cautiously, his big brown eyes full of hope.

You swallow, your heart in your throat.

Alone. With Eddie. In his house.

The man you’ve been having wet daydreams about.

But you can’t bear to cause sorrow behind those big brown eyes or be torn from his magnetic pull, so you smile instead. Your stomach twists as your palms get clammy.

“Of course, Eds! Let’s head in.”

You were so fucked.

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thesamoanqueen · 2 years

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The naughty list

Raiting: 18+

Warnings: Smut; The Tribal Chief vs Santa.

A/N: I gave into Christmas atmosphere... more or less. Requested by @nayys-world

He loved his job, he really did, even though it hadn't been his first choice as a kid. He had dedicated himself to it with every fiber of his body and didnt regret any of the decisions he had made, cause they had really led him to be at the top of his mountain, to get results. But sometimes he really wanted to turn off the phone and get out of sight for a few hours, because unlike what people out there believed, that job didn't let you stop, and if you were on top of that mountain, like him, the phone calls, appointments and commitments came all the time even when you were at home trying to enjoy two days of peace. Like that afternoon.

He closed the front door with a heavy breath, Hayes' voice and his proposals for the next feud still in his ears, as he recrossed the living room and returned to the home theater, being hit by another kind of noise. On the screen was passing the umpteenth suggestion of a Christmas movie to watch, but Roman paid little attention to it, suddenly too busy watching Y/N swing her hips next to the counter of the small kitchen inside the room.

- I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes… Christmas is all around us and so the feelings grows – she was singing lost in her own world together with the screen and Roman sat down on one of the dark armchairs, barely holding back from laughing.

She was so damn off-key and every time Roman heard her sing he wanted to hide her in his arms and make her disappear. It was strange, unthinkable, because in his eyes there was nothing in which Y/N wasn't perfect, but singing wasn't her thing, even when it was for herself as in this case or it was a matter of a few banal verses, she wasn't quite capable and he found her adorable. If she didn't care or didn't realize it, it wasn't clear, but she definitely should have stopped for the greater good and yet all the times he'd been around, he hadn't been able to stop her. And he wouldn't have done it that time either, because despite everything, seeing her wriggling around in that sweater that definitely didn't fit for Florida, between bowls of Christmas snacks that would make them sweat in the gym for hours, was worth the pain in his ears.

- You gave your presents to me and I gave mine to you… I need Santa beside me in everything I do!

God, was it worth it. It was definitely better than any movie she or his cousins would have chosen in the end, hands down and after another ending gone bad, Roman fidgeted in the armchair, struggling without being able to hold back the laughter that was folding him in two.

- Ro – Y/N called him, setting down the bottle of beer she was holding in her hand, discovering him again there with her, while he was still gasping – Weren't the twins at the door? Why are you laughing? - she asked and Roman tried as best he could to compose himself, reaching out an arm to bring her closer.

- Lemme understand hm, you… felt it in your toes. - he investigated forcing a serious expression that didn't succeed at all and Y/N threw a salted caramel popcorn at him.

She and the twins were due to leave before him the next morning to record a couple of promos and view some new merch to go on sale, but since they were all in the area – not her, but Roman had made everything to make it happen – they had decided to spend the day together. The twins had actually bonded as soon as they figured out Y/N was there, he'd had other things planned, but even a night of bad Christmas movies would have been fine. He liked having her in his own home, just having her away from their rhythms, with him.

- You Florida men have no sense of Christmas. No cookie frosting for you later.

Amused and quick, Roman grabbed her hips covered by the sweater, stopping her between one armchair and another while she tried not to drop popcorn everywhere, remaining precariously balanced.

- Lemme go. Lemme go! You're definitely on Santa's naughty list!— she kicked as Roman lifted her by her hips, downing the popcorn she'd tossed at him as he pulled her into the seat with him.

- Who cares?! Why sit on Santa's lap, when you can sit on the Tribal Chief's lap? – he joke with one of his smiles and from his lap, Y/N's eyes widened between incredulous and amused.

- That's the most evil thing I've ever heard.

- And I've a beard too - he insisted confident, taking the bowl from her hand to place it on an seat next to them and Y/N nodded suddenly serious.

- I like your beard – she admitted shamelessly, stroking his jaw and Roman instantly bent over her, to inspire some of her scent.

- I know... - he muttered, his hands working their way up her back and between her legs, feeling the soft texture of her thighs.

He kissed her cheek, drawing a childish laugh and an endless string down her neck, blowing his breath on her and unhurriedly enjoying the moment. He pulled her against him, reaching down to the neckline of his sweater to suck on the flesh of her protruding collarbone and Y/N rested her chin against his temple, giggling in amusement once more.

Having her this way… away from everything, with no one suspecting anything or investigating why they were both gone. Without limits, without haste. Her.

- You give presents too? – Y/N inquired curiously, her nails already scratching his neck and nape, while she rocked a little on his thighs – ‘Cause, Im not sure about me... Im very selective with who I want to be good or bad with. Is it okay for the Tribal Chief?

And she really was, Roman knew that. Y/N was the perfect kind of trouble, the good girl that knew when to be mean and as much as he tried to be a gentleman, well, between them always ended up that way. And if she kept grinding like that, would end up even worse…

- We'll see babygirl. – he said in a rough voice, rubbing a fingertip on her thigh, while he pulled her against his chest – And its 'my Tribal Chief'.

He saw her looking down at him from the narrow space between them, her eyes gleaming with that sparkle he'd learned to love and he smashed his lips against hers, ripping away the smile she had. The taste of her was intoxicating, sweet but not cloying, her lips were soft and ready to welcome him in all his forms. She almost always left him in control, whether he demanded it or not, but she never missed an opportunity to set him straight and when her teeth caught his bottom lip it was reminded once again. He slipped his big arm around her hips, helping her to get comfortable on top of him and forcefully insinuated his tongue into her mouth, immediately feeling her soften with a moan of agreement. Her hips rocked without holding back, seeking more intimate contact and Roman tightened his grip, almost crushing her against him at her instinctive request. He held her by her thighs as her fingers slid over his face, through his beard and down to his tattooed pectoral, holding him against her lips even though he had no intention of catching his breath. Eyes closed, he enjoyed the comforting warmth of her body and dug his fingers into her curves, her laughter muffled in his ears along with the muffled, distant noise of the screen.

He would have gladly stood there and kissed her for the rest of the day and he really meant to, but she didn't seem to feel the same way and Roman growled softly, not taking his mouth off hers, to keep her still when her hips grinded one too many times on his boner now awake. Y/N sucked his bottom lip between her teeth, pulling away enough for them both to catch their breaths and Roman watched, her expression not sorry as her hands slipped under his sweatshirt to touch his abs. He plunged his face into her neck, abandoning her red lips for a few moments and devoted himself to the portion of her skin where she was most sensitive, on the curve between her neck and shoulder, making her tremble with a sigh all around him. Her body seemed to almost curl up, her nails hooking her to him and encouraging him to continue, her hips pressing restlessly.

- You can be louder than that here – he reminded her, torturing her neck up to her ear.

- S-so make me - she pushed him tenaciously, despite already having accelerated breathing and Roman didn't have her to repeat it twice.

His mouth was hungry against her again, one hand pressing into her curls to keep her with him and the other squeezing her round buttock. Y/N meowed for his attentions, but he had other things on his mind and lifted her skirt up to her hips to reach the lace underwear she had been wearing. He ran her fingers along the material, following the curve of her ass and indulged in a low growl as he slid further down, his fingertips immediately feeling moist from her hot humor.

Her useless lace lingerie getting soaked in that shameful way were a constant attack on the good intentions he didn't have.

He rubbed his fingertip, pressing just enough to distract her and he immediately felt her lean into him, her ass lifting to give him more access and he slid his free hand elsewhere, finding the hook of her bra without even having to look for it. He quickly released her, pulling down the side of her sweater as well and buried his face in the hollow of her breasts to kiss her soft, full skin. Y/N vibrated all around him, her legs pressing into his thighs and her ragged breath slamming against his temple as he caught one of her hard nipples to suck on.

- G-God more… more - she moaned, her tone more and more needy.

Roman ran his tongue around the sensitive flesh, her heart pounding under his fingers and got lost in her curves, touching and tasting everywhere, greedy. Her breaths became heavy and the rocking of her hips against his hand increasingly insistent, he felt her wriggling and writhing on top of him, slowly losing control of her body and he ran his fingers past the wet fabric of her panties to immerse himself inside her folds. The intrusion made her moan like a cry and Roman waited no more, starting to pump her soft and warm cunt with his fingers, without taking his mouth off her breasts. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing him against her body as if he were her lifeline and he let her, because with her, being close was never close enough.

- F-fuck Ro! – she gasped, deeply as he twisted his fingers to touch her sweet spot.

- It feels good? - he grinned pleased, widening and slowing down to make it a nice torture - my fingers making you feel good? - his thumb circling her nipple.

Y/N nodded with a sigh, her hips sweeping his now sodden hand from the juices and Roman soon felt her folds contract against him, holding back the two fingers he had slipped inside her as if they wanted to suck it up. They weren't enough to get the screams from her that he wanted, but her climax was slowly building and Roman clearly felt his erection throbbing for treatment, seeing her so focused. From that position he couldn't reach her button, but he didn't care that much, he didn't want to rush things. He insisted on fucking her with his big fingers, rubbing slowly on her spongy folds, exploring her inner center as far as he could and then coming back with a slimy noise which Y/N promptly followed with a stifled moan. Kissing the curve of her boobs, he positioned her better on himself and with his thumb put pressure elsewhere, on her second entry and Y/N suddenly broke free, almost running away with a more acute choked cry than necessary.

- What pretty noises… now just a little bit louder babygirl. - he chuckled amused, seeing her eyes close for a second, her lip between her teeth.

But Roman didn't want her to catch her breath, didn't want her to control herself and firm continued to tease her, her walls now pulsing fast and needy. He slid another finger inside and her back bent until her breasts literally slammed against his face, he bit her collarbone again and her hands slipped through the dark strands to hold on something.

Singing wasn't for her at all, but her moans were something he would never tire of and hearing her moaning made him want more and more and more.

- R-Ro ahn!

- Louder - he demanded, his erection throbbing against his leg.

- F-fuck Ro! - he heard her call him almost desperately and slowed his pace as her hips began to squirm.

- Mmh you're so tight babygirl - he growled eager, his fingers suffocated by her walls and his face sinking into her neck, between her breasts, kissing her everywhere mercilessly.

They had a whole house at their disposal, he could have taken her upstairs to his own bed and made things right, but with Y/N he wasn't able to slow down once he started. There was something magnetic about her that still drew him, something he couldn't get enough of and he found himself tightening his grip again, possessive, hungry for her hands on him, for her warmth.

Jesus, what he wouldn't have done to see her like this always, thanks to him and no one else.

He watched her throw her head back, as she reached her climax with a strangled moan, filling the room with her voice once more and kissed her throat, accompanying her in her movements until the wave began to descend and only then, when Y/N leaned against him to catch her breath, pulled his hand away. He shed his pants hastily, pulling them down as far as he could with her still sitting on him and smeared his aching boner with her juices, reveling in the sudden pleasure as he lashed out at him with an animal growl. Precum was already oozing from the tip and inhaling deeply, Roman mixed it with the mess between his fingers, dragging his thumb rough across his head.

- You're so hot…so hard… - he heard Y/N murmur against his ear and his cock throbbed between his fingers as she reached down to kiss his neck and jawline.

She flattened against his firm chest, fingers wandering under his sweatshirt, never where he would have wanted them, touching abs, moving up the fabric again to his large shoulders and back on his neck. She swayed on her legs, mimicking the movement of his hand along the shaft, biting into his skin then placing her mouth on his, breaths mingling.

- I've been good, now can I've my present? - she whispered, her eyes moving from his lips to his eyes and Roman released his erection with a growl, quickly sweeping his clean hand around her face.

He squeezed softly, rubbing a finger across her cheek and down her throat and then up her hips, her thighs pressed around his legs and the edge of her sweater pinching his hard-on.

- You're in trouble now, y'know? - he warned her seriously, but Y/N let a smile slip away, nose suddenly wrinkling and Roman snapped even before realizing it.

He lifted her up, her laughter in his ears, as Y/N leaned on his shoulder to let him do it and took off her underwear, placing her back on himself to slip inside her without waiting any longer. He closed his eyes, his breath caught in his throat and his stomach contracted from the sudden sensation of warmth in his lower body. It was a mess down there, hot and welcoming and Roman licked slow his lips, Y/N gripping his neck as she gasped trying to get used to more than his fingers. He ran a hand over her hair, making her tilt her head to give her a kiss on the temple and he sank in for the first time, her cunt suffocating him in a soft, wet grip. He began to give long thrusts, one after the other, in a slow but unstoppable rhythm, his tip working the way into her core with increasing force. Y/N didn't take long to find the right position and Roman soon felt her hips move to the rhythm of his thrusts, meeting her lunges with needy moans that encouraged him to pick up the pace.

- Rom-ahn-!

He liked seeing her riding him, it was a sight that always caught his total attention. Her hair rebelling strand after strand, the expression on her face every time his fat cock touched her sweet spot. It was something he wouldn't let anyone else see now that he had it in his hands, but as much as he loved prolonging their encounters, he needed a release too. And so Roman shifted his grip on her ass, driving her buttocks over him and down his boner, pounding her hard, her juices making a sticky sound with each movement.

- Your cunt… is suckin m-me – he growled husky, short of breath – mmh, yeah… ah, take it

- P-please… please, p-please ha-harder

Lost in the rhythm of their bodies, he continued to push inside her, deeper and deeper, slamming against that point that he had learned to find by memory every time. She throbbed around him, needing just as much as his throbbing cock with her, veins bulging and nuts stiffening every second as blood pumped and his heart rate quickened. Y/N hid her face against his shoulder, her forehead pressed against the back of the seat, her legs giving way slowly and Roman contracted his arms, taking on her weight to keep pushing with an almost furious grimace. He felt her moaning, shivering on top of him, on the verge of another climax and he forced himself to hold on, his taut hard-on pounding between her soft wet folds. He managed to prolong it for a little more, but his movements were sloppy and with the umpteenth squeeze of her center, Roman gave in, releasing one gush after another inside her, deeply and with a rough cry. Roman bit his mouth, head leaning against the seat back and Y/N shifted, riding him for the last stretch, while he still throbbed inside her. She needed just the right turn of hips and she too let go, a satisfied and tired smile on her face as she dropped her head back beside his.

Still inside her, Roman stared absently at the huge screen, hand wandering through her messy hair and up her ass, caressing her with open palm. At some unknow moment a short film had started instead of the trailers and the choices bar was still scrolling underneath, motionless where Y/N had stopped looking after he had returned. Suddenly back to her senses, she noticed it too, and Roman saw her straighten up with a deep breath, her fingers already trying to pick up where he'd been. He tried to keep her sitting up, forcing his grip with a grin, but she pushed his hands away with another smile and when she finally managed to pull away from him, Roman's mouth grimaced, his cock still dirty for both of them, suddenly in the cold.

He didn't like it. No way. She had to sit down again, a few minutes and he would be ready for the second round.

But he didnt have time to complain, his cousins' muffled voices coming from inside the house, while Y/N was already in control of the situation, the half-empty bowl of popcorn in her hands. Some had ended up on the floor who knows when and while he was adjusting his trousers, Roman looked at them with the same expression he reserved shortly after to the twins when they finally made their entrance through the door, Jimmy waving his hand before sticking his head inside.

- Yo, Uce!

- Uce! - loud as always – Hey! Y/N! - they greeted when they saw them both, putting on one of their shows when she waited for them with open arms and already laughing.

He saw them hugging her and turning her around in the chaos only they were capable of, clapping hands and vague noises, while Y/N patted and pinched their cheeks like two overgrown children, leaving him to fetch a beer from the small kitchen.

- Look at you! You brave!

- Girl, that sweater here? Really?!

- Hu-hu and your coat makes you look like a penguin – she replied seriously to Jimmy, before giving him one of her smiles - I like it. – she made him laugh as they both made their way down the few steps to the hall to retrieve the screen controller.

- You choose the movie?

- Not yet.

- Big Uce - he heard Jey greet him - Y'good? - he asked, giving him one of his squeezes and Roman silently followed the direction of his gaze, bringing his attention back to Y/N.

It would have been better if they hadn't been in the way and both he and his brother knew it, so Roman gave him a light smack on the back of the head, tightening his grip before pushing him away.

- Move, choose that movie – he got rid of him, however seeing him giggle before running down.

- Hey hey! No greetings at the airport. I didn't come here to see dudes greeting each other at the airport! I already see too much of them during the week! - he listened to them making a racket and uncorked the beer he was holding, taking a sip.

He didn't have peace even in his house, but he would convince her to stay for the night. They would have skipped the airport greetings too.

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On Air Island - chapter 1 - part 3

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In today's installment, we are unfortunately hitting one issue this game has, which is that the quality of translation sporadically drops in some branches. Now is a good time to remember that this is a Korean indie game with a developer team that fits into one single screen in the credits. Fortunately though ya boy Dragon has been handling mtl for ages and knows exactly how to make it yield actual result instead of garbled nonsense, so I added the translation to the video and the 'script 👍 Lemme know if this format works!

(the transcript is available below the poll, under keep reading)

Ah right: A.H.M, Shishinao, and Shirashinao are all~ Naoto's nicknames. I'm pretty sure that's also a translation thing, but it's way funnier like this? Let's give him a few more. Naonao~

Anyway,

Transcript legend:

In-game text

Character speaking: dialogue line

regular chat message Donation: donation message

available donation messages

{ Alternative translation }

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Hanse: The result for the 1st day settlement is! Mr. Fact in the 1st place and Honari for 2nd place!

[player] donated 50 Small Heart: (Voice) Hanse, don't be discouraged!

[Hanse, don't be discouraged!]

Predator: Ugh. Kissme3: Ha, ha, ha.

Hanse: ……………!

hasebuck: Ha, ha, ha. 9nine: Look how surprised he is hanmanse: He looks so cute...

Hanse: Wow......! I was surprised that you were able to post a voice message......

bbongGGu: Seems like he didn't know it So_yool: Adorbs

Hanse: But somehow...... Is it my mood? I feel like all eyes are on me......

Mr.Fact: You almost freaked me out? Don't freak out, it's only just begun. { What, huh? You almost got discouraged~? It's only the beginning, so don't get discouraged, yeah? }

jimjman: What is it? Wannable: ;; VivaViva: Why is he like that

Hanse: Ugh, I'm sorry, Mr.Fact......

OnlyHim: Hanse's expression is hardening in real time boksunga: Be mindful Mr. Fact;

Mr.Fact: Oh, but~ I'll never get to the top. You can't take a shot at me. Okay? { Oh, but~ Quit dreaming of getting to the top. You're no match for me. Okay? }

OnlyHim: <Chat deleted by cleanbot>. ASHA: He's so fake NARICHAN: He just live by his name, Mr. Fact

Honari: But they say to dream big, right?

hansevly: ?! Perish: Oh…?

Honari: Even if you can't. { Even if you can’t achieve it. }

kimbab: Be careful Hanse! PunchHim: This is exciting, someone bring me some popcorn. FactOppa: (nom nom nom)

Mr.Fact: What? You're interrupting me?

island: Is that you? RealFact: If you're rich and popular, you're older than me.

Mr.Fact: You're thick as a board~ You're not afraid of the stares? { Honari, you're thick-skinned~ Are you not afraid of the viewers' gazes? }

Elvis: Suddenly? UglyFace: Are you going to drag Honari here?

Honari: What? I have no idea what you're talking about......

Snitch: ... Fearless: I feel sorry for Nari… hanse1se: Do dum;;

Hanse: Okay, wait......

DUMMY: Refrain yoursel Hanse. outnow: I will ** yoiu if you touch Hanse!

DUCKACOON: What's all the noise, quack? We'll keep going, quack!

Steward: Hey MyMaster: So boring CLAPCLAP: Thank God

Mr.Fact: I'm not even in first place. { Ugh, you’re not the first place, what do you know. }

doremipa: Woah that's crossing the line tho hansefan: Do you think 1st place can do everything?

Honari: … … … … …

Hanse: Ha... ... ... ... ...

kimbab: Eeek Imcrazy: Maybe this is how he treats lower ranks

DUCKACOON: A decent meal was prepared for the middle ranks quack.

lalala99: So-so Thief Jin: Just so-so BeSlave: Hahhhaha So-so

Naoto: Why on earth would you give it such an unappealing name?

rusure: I'm losing my appetite haahaha Rolling: Is it that harsh? Know_all donated 20 Ordinary Clover: Yep! Let me explain so, Shishinao is Naoto Know_all donated 15 Small Spade: Rumour said that he resigned from a broadcasting company and started his own broadcast

Naoto: I mean, it's not exactly broadcast quality...... We'll see. Tomorrow, we'll go to the top. { Anyway, considering the level of the broadcast… Just wait and see. Tomorrow, I will move up to the top. }

Perish: Fighting~ Flos: What? Crying? NARILOL: Anyone think the rank won't be changed? Angelic: 1111111 180x181: 222222222 Know_all donated 20 Touching Diamond: Moreover there is a rumour saying that he is son of a politician, it's interesting fight between the father and son!

Alice: It's too overwhelming for me......!

Carat: But I'm pretty sure Hanse won't be number one. Melody23: What a fact we got here

Alice: Above all............... You're holding my meal as hostage!

c'monya: There was a rumour that Alice is come from a conglomerat family. Know_all donated 5 Amazing Diamond: She is an influencer going by the name ALICE KingCry: It's not a rumour, it's a fact. Know_all donated 10 Amazing Diamond: I don't really remember but i think she start knitting for a hobby and got famous

Alice: That's just so evil---!

BeAKing: She is offended? Imfather: Oh my god. LoveCute: She'll get home by helicopter then Know_all donated 15 Small Clover: Honeslty, if she is the daughter of the S Company's president, they might have support her

Hanse: So.... Naoto is the 3rd place, Alice is in the 4th place. But the gap in vote results between them is quite significant.

Igiveu: I wonder if she's ever had a good meal. koncijeu: No wonder she's so annoyed.

Is A.H.M okay?

Wow, ALICE has such a nice voice.*sarcasm*

(Voice) Hanse, don't be discouraged!

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bingoboingobongo · 2 years

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task force 141 + holiday traditions

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Warnings: none

A/N: buhruh the hardest thing abt this series is finding gifs istg

john price:

okay so i feel like price's favorite holiday tradition is watching the nutcracker

fhhdhshs ok this is like a super duper random headcanon that's gonna go off on a tangent here and if ur a possessive price girly maybe u won't like it but oh well

but i can see price like at one point having a small little relationship with some other lady whatever she's kinda irrelevant ngl

what matters is her child

omg that sounds bad wait lemme finish

what im trying to say is that the ex's child danced in the nutcracker and his ex brought him to see it

but this was like quite a few years ago

either that or he just dated a dancer that was in the nutcracker

idk man all that matters is that the tradition of watching the nutcracker was started

he likes going to a different theatre/company every year so it sorta switches it up

so sometimes he'll go watch the royal ballet or sometimes he'll watch some amateur recital thing

he just enjoys watching people dance and listening to the music

he thinks it's so cool how effortless they make it look

especially since he knows it's anything but

he really likes the mouse king vs nutcracker part in the beginning

and he thinks the dance of the sugar plum fairy is overrated

lives for the snow queen tho

kyle "gaz" garrick:

man kyle just likes to hang out with his family

mainly because his family has like twenty different traditions they do together

making gingerbread houses, making christmas sweaters, making ornaments

i mean it's like an advent calendar of christmas festivities at the garrick household

honestly gaz is a family man but he's not ready to have his own family yet ykwim?

like he loves his family

but he want to wait until he's older to have his own family

absolutely loves hanging out with his younger brother and sister tho

and we've already established this before but they're like little kids

so he likes sorta bringing the magic of the holiday traditions to them

one of his favorite traditions is to take his younger siblings on a drive to watch christmas lights

and then he drives until they fall asleep

it's so sweet

guys im becoming a gaz girlie ngl and it's criminal how little fics there r of him

anyways

simon "ghost" riley:

ok so idek if this counts as a tradition im ngl my family is not very festive but whatever

but simon really enjoys (and is really good at) making popcorn and cranberry garland

i mean guys let's be real

simon is a seamstress at heart and on the surface

i mean it's not like he has the time to stop by the store and get someone else to sew his mask on for him

there's just something so therapeutic about sewing

and he really likes the sweet and tart smell of cranberries mixed with the buttery smell of popcorn

it sounds weird on paper but irl it's really good (i assume)

he also eats a lot more cranberries than he probably should but tbh who can blame him

on another note he also really likes making sugared cranberries and just keeping them in a bowl so he can snack on them

and i can't even blame him bc i tried them for the first time during thanksgiving and oml they slap

so yeah he honestly just lives for cranberry stuff

but ofc like everything else about his life this is a secret that can never come to life

but he will decorate his house with strings of popcorn and cranberry garland

also every year he always eats some by the end

kinda gross ik but like same

he doesn't eat the popcorn tho only the cranberries

and even then he pulls them all off and washes them

but he doesn't always eat much because they taste sorta weird by then

but yeah ghost is an ocean spray cranberry juice kinda guy

john "soap" mactavish:

soap absolutely loves gift exchanges

white elephant, secret santa, or just general gift giving

it doesn't matter soap loves them all

he loves to see who he gets and to buy presents for them

and ofc he loves getting presents in return

plus he really likes seeing just how much thought and effort everyone puts into their gifts

and he always keeps a camera on hand during gift opening so he can try and get that perfect moment of surprise

he's gotten a few good shots but a lot of them are really blurry

he's not the best photographer okay

but yeah he just loves seeing everyone so happy

his favorite one is probably white elephant though

because the randomness adds to the fun

and he likes to be able to look back at some weird object and be reminded of the good memories

rodolfo "rudy" parra:

okay so call it corny call it cheesy call it lame

actually don't call it lame i will fight you

but whatever

anyways rudy really likes taking christmas family photos

his family does one every year on christmas day and he lives for it

one of his uncles is a photographer so it works out anyways

and they always get the family matching pjs or outfits or costumes or something

and his family has a whole album of them

so he literally has like a christmas picture every year since he was a baby

his favorite one was a few years back where his grandpa was santa, his grandma was mrs. claus, his parents, siblings, and him were elves, and then his nieces and nephews were reindeer

he keeps that one on a frame in his desk

and it's cool to see how every year the crowd gets bigger and bigger as people get married and have kids

and guys it's been happening for a while but i am a rudy girl at my core

i can't help it im sorry

alejandro vargas:

honestly i feel like alejandro really likes advent calenders

he doesn't even really know why it just gives him something to look forward to everyday

before his break starts he always brings rudy over to open the day's gift with him too

he usually gets different calenders every year

some years he gets ones that have candy or chocolate

and other years he gets some with pocket knives or tools

is that a thing?

tactical advent calenders?

idk they should be

sometimes when he's feeling especially festive he'll get himself a few different ones that way he can have multiple things to look forward to

his favorite one is the neuhaus chocolate ones

he really has to fight the urge to sneak one in a day early

idk alejandro's just a fan of chocolate in general

but like fancy chocolate not just like hershey's

he needs truffles or cadbury or specialty chocolate

is cadbury even fancy?

idk i've never had one

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Chief wich one of ur ocs is the best to take out on a Halloween night? With full costume and shi

We don't have Halloween here but I got curious 🤔 -🎃

My monster/sheet ghost oc Casper only comes out around Halloween and raids countless neighborhoods to bring you your favorite treats.

Liu embraces their hidden horrors and walks around in their parasite form, ready to bite the next person that tries to touch their face and carrying you around like a purse dog

Screamscicle. Screamscicle. Halloween is quite literally year round for this goofball. They stitch together a new costume leading up to the big day nearly twice every month. It breaks their heart each year to decide between a scary, "are you sure those aren't real organs" costume and a soft, innocent "I demand all your candy" vibe. Either way, you'll be returning to town at the crack with trash bags full of sweets. If the town holiday is in swing, you'll get up to a bit of mischief before you head out. Please don't give Apple or Milk Tea heartaches...again.

Cinnabar and Izzy love autumn/winter as a whole. As the weather cools, Izzy is able to venture outside with you more - and Cinnabar loves to welcome you home with a fresh batch of rolls and your drink of choice. As for Halloween, Cinnabar makes or looks for matching costumes for your trio (any suggestions lemme know). She makes popcorn balls and rice treat bars for treaters that stop by before you head out for the night - hiding a few in the back for you.

Honestly all of the candy fiends are good for the holidays. Gumi and Lollie rob trick or treat with you, but they also make you goodie bags out of their own flesh and blood like Sucrose, Jollie and Mocha.

D.Kay, Devlin, and Silas are the night's greatest tricksters. D.Kay sets up a haunted house in whatever location they can find, and doesn't let anyone leave until their smiling - while also ripping their mask off and revealing the endoskeleton underneath... probably covered in the skin of the last person that fucked with you. Devlin and Silas stage robberies and shot each other dead to sell the show. Whoever brings you more junk - whether it be money, candy, or lawn statues, gets to pick the night's movie and eat sixty percent of their haul as you cuddle. Silas goes as Ghost face. Devlin is the headless horseman. D.Kay is....D.Kay

Alien takes you to go alien hunting.....it doesn't go well with their shiny ass costume and platform boots. Once again, the only thing that's extraterrestrial is the time that you spend together - and their bones as they crack their neck and scare passing trick or treats out of their bags. This is the one night you can get them to try some ghost summoning rituals and if there's a ghost in the mirror... There's no more mirror. They're cool with a ghost from an ouija board because they can touch your hand.

C.C takes you out to a rave...after starting the night at a haunted house with Amyas if he's involved and ditching him there. Ass out, tits out - C.C is showing you his best moves and doesn't quit until he's passed out on your couch. Unfortunately, you'll have to sleep there too as his claws are quite literally embed into your clothes/clothes.

Gus, Ventri and Rush... (With the reluctant help of Sir) put together a mini circus in your living room/backyard. Popcorn machine, balloon station, face paints. If you can think it, they'll probably do or have it. Ventri steers clear of the apple picking game because they are afraid of their paint rubbing off - Gus is found head first still in the bucket. Sir is a little Jealous of Rush's candy giving methods (they are a living candy machine that dispenses them through their mouth), but he'll just tongue kiss you to get over it.

It's already been shown in last year's Halloween event that Host upstages this all. His entire stage and crowd becomes a circus for you, and he dons a new persona to fit the part. You'll always be the star here, but he has so many wonderful things to give and reveal to you. Aren't you lucky?

Miller hosts a big stream. With your consent, they hold costumes up at different goals for you to put on. They're all met before the first hour is up, and you're left changing countless times during that period. Miller orders whatever your heart desires and ends the stream earlier than planned so you can get up to something without the attention

Pin is another who makes costumes for you, and they're probably the best of the bunch. If you hand out treats they made the perfect prop and scare for your yard. You can convince them to take off their body, but they'll make the most elaborate and attention catching husk if you don't. Rag doll, scare-crow, or what makes them happiest and whatever goes along with yours

Ruthieland is great for the holidays. Despite being over the age limit, you're given a bucket for treats and allowed to wear your costume. Farmer Crow is especially active and always looks for you in a crowd when it's time for one of their "staged" kidnappings. Ruthie hovers around you and just dumps all of his candy into your bag when it's refilled

All hell breaks loses with the fast food yans. Halloween is when the fog that separates your realty from the ball pit entity is weakest. The mascot traverses outside the establishment to find supplies for their big surprise. The janitor is barricading you in the break room with strange symbols drawn in blood on the door. The ice cream machine ghost is searching for you and comes across your other coworker still smoking in the bathroom. Kidney Guy has gained a few more mouths from a passing van of college kids... and is singing the monster mash to lull you into false security.

Elliot creates the perfect film for the two of you to watch, mixed in with a few classics. If you think you recognize any of the actors...no you don't. More popcorn?

To round things out with the person who I think is the worse on halloween.... it's V it's always fucking V. If he has his way - you'll be walking around in strings... only for him to get jealous at the thought of others seeing you when you've finally worn him down to go out and do something. At least he buys candy and rents whatever films you want to see?

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere blurb #yandere headcanons

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aalissy · 3 months

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Sleepover

Here's day 19 :). Sorry that I missed it <3. I hope y'all like this chapter and today's chapter in just a lil bit hehe. Lemme know what you think!

AO3

The night air was cool as Ladybug swung through the streets of Paris, her mind occupied with thoughts of her recent patrol with Chat Noir. It had been a quiet evening, free of akumas and the chaos that usually followed. As she approached the Agreste mansion, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation.

Ladybug hung silently outside Adrien’s bedroom window, tapping lightly on the glass window. The window slid open a moment later, revealing Adrien’s smiling face. His green eyes sparkled with excitement as he stepped aside to let her in.

“Hi, Ladybug. What brings you here tonight?” he asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.

Ladybug smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. Her cheeks flushed lightly as she shyly tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “Hi, Adrien. I thought it might be nice to spend some time together, just the two of us. Maybe we could watch a movie?”

Adrien’s face lit up with happiness. “That sounds perfect. Come on in.”

He led her over to his couch. The large television screen was ready to play a selection of movies, and a bowl of popcorn already sat on the coffee table.

Ladybug couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe and appreciation at just how thoughtful Adrien was. She settled down on his couch, taking in the warm, inviting atmosphere. He joined her, handing her a blanket.

“What movie do you want to watch?” Adrien asked, his eyes shining with excitement.

Ladybug thought for a moment before suggesting, “How about something light and funny? We could use a good laugh.”

Adrien nodded, selecting a random comedy for them to watch. As the movie started, they laughed and joked, sharing popcorn and exchanging glances that lingered a bit longer than usual. Ladybug couldn’t help but notice how relaxed Adrien seemed, his usual guard down in this intimate setting.

As the movie progressed, she found herself unnoticingly leaning closer to Adrien. Their shoulders brushed, and she felt a warmth spread through her. Adrien glanced at her, his expression soft.

“Ladybug, I’m really glad you came over tonight,” he said, his voice filled with sincerity.

She smiled, her heart swelling with affection. “Me too, Adrien. It’s nice to have a quiet night for once.”

Adrien nodded, his eyes holding hers. “Yeah, it is. It feels… peaceful, you know?”

Ladybug understood exactly what he meant. Being a superhero often meant that she had little time to just be herself. She imagined it must be the same for Adrien as a model. Tonight was a rare opportunity to simply enjoy each other’s company without the weight of their responsibilities.

As the movie ended, he turned to her, his expression contemplative. “Ladybug, can I tell you something?”

“Of course, Adrien. You know that you can always tell me anything,” she replied, her heart fluttering.

He nodded, a shy expression on his face as he scratched the back of his neck. “It’s just… being with you makes it easier. You make everything better, Ladybug.”

Ladybug felt her heart swell with emotion. She reached out, placing her hand over his. “You make everything better for me too, Adrien.”

As the night wore on, they found themselves wrapped in a comfortable silence, simply enjoying each other’s presence. Adrien shifted slightly, wrapping an arm around Ladybug’s shoulders and pulling her closer.

She felt her heart race, feeling positively giddy and she leaned into him, resting her head on his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat was soothing, and she felt a sense of peace she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Adrien looked down at her, his eyes filled with warmth. “This feels nice,” he murmured.

Ladybug nodded, her eyes fluttering closed. “It really does.”

They stayed like that for a while, the gentle rise and fall of Adrien’s chest lulling Ladybug into a state of relaxation. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their own little bubble of contentment.

As the night deepened, their conversation slowed, and a comfortable silence settled over them. Ladybug felt her eyelids grow heavy, and she nuzzled closer to Adrien, feeling safe and content in his arms.

His breathing grew steady and deep as he drifted off to sleep, his hold on her gentle but firm. She leaned up when he snored quietly, watching him for a brief moment, her heart filled with love and gratitude.

Carefully, she brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, then settled back down beside him, her head resting on his chest. As sleep claimed her, she knew that this night had brought them closer together. They had shared more than just a movie; they had shared their hearts. It was the best sleepover she could ever have even asked for.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #mlb #ml #fic #fanfic #ladrien #ladrienjune2024 #ladrienjune #ml fic #love square

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sopebubbles · 1 year

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Chapter Eleven

Summary: How many men will it take to save you? To be honest, you’ve gotten pretty used to saving yourself. Even though you’re far from a delicate thing, Los Angeles is a dangerous place you can’t seem to escape no matter how hard you try. The top 7 members of Bangtan should never have crossed your path, but they soon find they’d do just about anything to help you escape your past and make it safe for you to stay. But will you?

Genre: mafia au, poly ot7, angst, some smut, honestly a lot more fluff than i expected, POC reader/oc

A/n: I'm sorry this update is a little shorter than the others! I think thematically it made sense to separate them this way. Also I swear I did not mean to post this on beastie-writes 😪 so I'm sorry if that threw anybody off! I made the update and saw my draft was saved under the wrong name and didn't want to start over. The other chapters will continue on sopebubbles!

A/n 2: I am re-posting this chapter because t*mblr did a t*mblr thing and deleted @/beastie-writes, where this chapter was originally posted. It's not new. Now back to our regular programing.

Warnings: angst and lots of feeling (hopefully good ones too!!)

Word count: 3.8K

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It was easy to fall into a routine at the Bangtan house. You’d wake up in the morning, grab something to eat and chat with Jungkook by the poolside before he left with Namjoon to fulfill their duties. Then you’d “go for a walk” around the house. You told yourself that this was to wear off some of your excess energy and become familiar with the grounds in case you needed to escape, but the fact that your walk ended every day with you finding Yoongi was not lost on either of you.

Yoongi was endeared to see the way you would shuffle and stare at your feet, asking him what he was up to when what you really wanted was to sit on the couch and watch dramas together. You may not have wanted to take him away from his work or maybe you just weren’t in the habit of asking for what you wanted, but regardless of you never expressing your wish, Yoongi was always happy to be the first one to offer.

“Do you want to finish watching that drama from yesterday?” he’d ask, watching your face brighten as you’d nod eagerly. “Lemme finish up here and you can go grab Jimin.”

And you would. Because their roles rarely required them to leave the grounds, Jimin and Yoongi became your natural drama buddies. Every afternoon you’d pile on the couch together while Yoongi gathered snacks. They always seemed to be able to spare a couple of hours for you. Even Jimin, who at first seemed apprehensive around you, was showing signs of enjoying your company.

Jimin started sitting closer to you on the couch and offering you some of his snacks. He liked to look up fan theories on his phone while you guys watched and would often share them with you and ask your opinion about them after each episode.

But Jimin noticed the way you never closed the distance when you sat near him on the couch, how you kept your muscles tense even as Yoongi catered to you. There was a calculation in your movements so that even as you were at-ease in your body language, you were never quite relaxed. Jimin wondered if he was contributing to your tension. He thought he was demonstrating his acceptance of you, but maybe he needed to do more.

“Val, do you want to cuddle?” Jimin asked one afternoon while you were both waiting for Yoongi to bring snacks.

The question caught you completely by surprise, your face heating with embarrassment, “I…um…”

“You don’t have to,” Jimin added nonchalantly. “I just thought it would help.”

“What would help?” Yoongi asked, setting the popcorn down in front of you.

“Us cuddling with Val.”

“And that would help with what exactly?” You kept your face to the paused screen in front of you, not trusting yourself to look at either of the men giving you their full attention.

Jimin shrugged, “You just hold yourself like someone who’s been rejected, but we’re not rejecting you. So I thought maybe us holding you would make you realize we’re not rejecting you.”

Yoongi chuckled awkwardly. Jimin’s brand of matter-of-fact honesty always toed the line of refreshing and uncomfortable. Jimin was sharply attuned to people’s body language, but not in predicting how his words could make other people feel. “There’s no pressure. You don’t have to,” Yoongi offered kindly, giving you an out.

“It…it might be nice,” you whispered shyly. You thought back to the tender touches and closeness you shared with Taehyung and how nice it used to feel. But back then, it always led to something more. “Only cuddling, right?”

“If that’s what you want,” Jimin shrugged again, leaving the implication that you could want more hanging in the air.

“Only cuddling. And if you want to stop, just tell us you want to stop,” Yoongi assured.

“Okay,” you agreed, feeling awkward about what to do next.

Jimin scooted closer to you, tapping on his chest, “Go ahead, snuggle up. I’m softer than Yoongi-hyung.”

Yoongi scoffed and you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you as you curled up against Jimin’s chest. He was comfy and warm, smelling of clean laundry as he let his arm hang lazily around you.

“You can lay out your legs across mine,” Yoongi suggested, scooting closer to you and Jimin. You were still a little worried as you stretched yourself across Yoongi, but he gave you a reassuring pat. “It’s like I have a Val blanket,” he giggled.

You could have laughed at that too, lost in the giddiness of how cozy you felt. But instead, you hummed in acknowledgement, already being lulled by Jimin’s heartbeat and the warmth of his chest.

Jimin glanced down to see you completely slack against him, eyes heavy as your breath evened. He smirked, satisfied that he had finally gotten you to relax as he started to play with your hair, earning a happy sigh from you.

>>>>

“You look rested,” Jin mentioned, as he finished chopping up some green onion. His usual “Kiss the Cook” apron was tied around him while he reached for mushrooms to chop.

Your stomach swirled with uneasiness as you thought back to how you fell asleep on Jimin’s chest during your afternoon cuddle session. You’d woken up to a gentle nudge from Yoongi, your fists clenched tightly in Jimin’s shirt and a small drool stain where you had rested your head on Jimin’s chest. Jimin was unbothered, and rather amused to see how relaxed you had been, but the thought of you letting go of your well-practiced control, even for a moment, unsettled you. You made a quick apology and excused yourself to help Seokjin, who had started the habit of coming over to make dinner in the evenings.

“What’re you making?” You asked, pointedly ignoring his comment and hopping up on the stool across from him.

“Doenjang-jjigae,” Jin answered with a happy hum, expertly cutting up the vegetables in front of him. Having watched him for several days now, this was not the first time you wondered what other skills Jin wielded with a knife.

“Jjigae? Is that stew?” You guessed.

Jin nodded, “It’s made with a soy-bean paste. It’s a pretty common dish.”

You gave a thoughtful hum, but said nothing more.

“Is something bothering you?” Jin asked, combining the vegetables together. “Normally by this point you’re asking how you can help and taking it upon yourself to add seasoning to everything. Yesterday I nearly had to wrestle you to the ground to prevent you from dumping a whole tub of gochujang into the japchae.”

“Gochujang is good though,” you grumbled, poking at a bit of mushroom that rolled across the counter.

“Yaeya, dong-uihae! But the secret to good japchae is the right balance of soy sauce and brown sugar and I have been perfecting that balance for decades.”

“You’re not that old.”

“I started young. Do you think I let my mother eat bad japchae after I was conceived? No! She had terrible morning sickness because of me and lots of bad japchae,” Seokjin was basically shouting as he dumped the vegetables into the bubbling broth.

You laughed heartily, hands covering your face at Jin’s overzealousness. With a spirit like his, you imagine his mother probably did get indigestion.

“Why’re you always coming over here to cook dinner if you have your own place?” You asked once your laughter subsided.

“I asked you a question first.”

“I’m ignoring it.”

Seokjin shrugged as if to say “suit yourself” before responding, “Namjoon asked me to. He wants to make sure you stay well-nourished and I’m the best cook in the bunch, so…” he gestured openly with his arms, “here I am.”

“No offense, but you don’t really seem like the type to follow orders,” you mused.

“None taken,” he replied, focusing now on on the slow-cooked beef from the oven. The smells in the kitchen were starting to blend together and permeate the air, making your stomach rumble inaudibly. “There’s no shame in following orders. Plus, I get to enjoy your company.”

You pouted, unsatisfied and hungry, “I don’t believe you.”

“That there’s no shame in following orders or that I enjoy your company?”

“Both.”

“Well, the most powerful thing you can do is believe you have power in the first place; regardless of if you’re on the giving or receiving end of orders,” Seokjin explained, putting the beef into the stew and lowering the temperature on the stove to a simmer. You grunted, still not impressed. Power was power in your mind. You either took what was yours or you didn’t. “And as far as your company,” Seokjin continued. “It’s a tragedy you’re the last to know, but you’re kinda cool to hang out with.”

“Yeah, right,” you scoffed. “All I do is sit around all day.”

Seokjin’s eyes widened dramatically and, putting a hand to his mouth, he gasped in mock-horror, “I hadn’t considered that. I guess I am having a terrible time.”

“Cállate, pendejo,” you laughed.

“Once I figure out what that means, I’ll have a very witty comeback,” Seokjin grinned, wagging a finger at you. “Go get the others, dinners ready.”

>>>>>>>

You wouldn’t want to admit it, but you enjoyed the cacophony of the Bangtan dinner table. So often you were left to eat dinner either by yourself or, on rare occasions, with Joaquin, that you weren’t sure how everyone could be so noisy and chew their food at the same time. Even just the hums and moans they made as they ate and complimented the food made the meals loud even without active conversation. It seemed like every meal was the best meal they ever ate. And to be fair, every meal was delicious. Perhaps Seokjin really was the best cook in the bunch, though you hadn’t tried everyone else’s cooking to compare it.

You liked to sit next to Yoongi during dinner. Partly because Yoongi was good at loading your plate while explaining what you were eating and how to eat it. But mostly because, even if you were still embarrassed from earlier, Yoongi always had a way of making you feel safe and unjudged.

“Keep your thumb steady and only move your pointer finger. And remember, we have forks,” Yoongi advised as he watched your kimchi sliding off your chopsticks again and again.

“She’s got it, she’s got it,” Hoseok chanted in Korean. You were sticking your tongue out a bit in concentration, studying carefully with furrowed brows as the red piece of cabbage made it to your lips. The entire table erupted in applause and you scooted your chair back to stand up and take a bow.

“To Val!” Namjoon cheered, raising a shot glass of soju, the other men echoing “To Val!” as they downed their shot.

When you plopped back into your chair, you reached for Yoongi’s hand on the table and while everyone was laughing and carrying on you whispered, “Thank you for always looking out for me, Oppa.”

Your heart swelled while you watched his ears turn red, “Always,” he whispered back, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

The dinner continued on in a light-hearted, joyous mood with little talk of Bangtan’s work life or your dire predicament. You tried to let yourself be lulled by the conversation, but the unease you were familiar with was back, bubbling up through your stomach and clawing its way to your throat. You kept quiet though, looking out over the table, listening to the blend of Korean and English around you, wondering when they might confront you about earning your keep or when they might get sick of taking care of you and ask you to leave. No one could really be that impressed with your ability to use chopsticks. It was silly and stupid and everyone else could do it anyway, so why did they need to pretend on your behalf? Were they setting you up for something? Trying to gain your trust? You became acutely aware of how you had slumped in your chair and were no longer contributing to the conversation. Were you killing the mood? Were the boys aware of how untrusting you were? Would they care? Your eyes settled on the empty spot where Taehyung still failed to show up for dinner. He wasn’t there because you didn’t want to see him. You knew that. You had asked for this space and he was giving it to you. It was kind, more kind than you were used to or expected. Everything here was. But why did it feel ominous now? Where was the catch?

“Excuse me,” you said, standing up with a polite smile before you finished your plate. “Everything was delicious, Seokjin, thank you.”

If anyone noticed the way your mood was faltering, no one said anything. Seokjin had been laughing at something Hoseok was telling him when he passively said, “My pleasure! It’s nice to have your moral support in the kitchen.”

“Do you need me to get you anything?” Yoongi asked, searching your face for an explanation as to why you were leaving early.

“I’m good, Oppa,” You lied. “Just a little tired.”

Yoongi nodded, “I’ll clean up your plate. Don’t worry about it.”

“Thank you.”

It felt like miles before you got to your bed, but when you finally reached it, you buried your face into a pillow and let yourself cry.

>>>

The light from outside your bedroom shone underneath the door creating dramatic shadows from the furniture in the room. Sitting up slowly, you blinked and rubbed your puffy eyes. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep but you were grateful that it was dreamless. Unfortunately, it meant that you would have an even harder time falling back to sleep. You sighed, the heaviness of your emotions had subsided but the echo of them was still there. You let yourself be ebbed by the flow of your aimless thoughts until your mind found itself back to when you had napped earlier that day. Between Yoongi and Jimin. Against Jimin’s chest. There was no pressure or expectation in listening to Jimin breathe and the way he and Yoongi avoided clinging to you made you feel secure in the fact that you could leave whenever you wanted. It was nice and you missed it. It was warm and you wanted more.

Before you could chastise yourself for being greedy, you left the room quickly to find Jimin. You told yourself, at the very least, you could apologize for drooling on his shirt earlier. Lucky for you, no one was around as you made your way to the basement, so you could avoid explaining your true motives.

When you approached the door, you heard gunfire and shouting. Jimin was clearly yelling at his TV. You knocked on Jimin’s door tentatively.

“Fuck this, man.” Jimin grumbled from the other side of the door. The noises from the action sequence stopped suddenly as he called, “Come in!”

“I think you’re loosing your touch–” another voice teased as you opened the door to see Jimin leaning back on his couch, game controller to his left as he idly played with Taehyung’s hair and watched you come in. It took you a second to register what you were seeing. Taehyung was stretched out on the couch, head in Jimin’s lap, game controller in hand. Neither of them were wearing shirts and their sweatpants hung low around their hips. It wasn’t anything you hadn’t seen before, but you still looked away. “Sorry, if I’m interrupting something…” you trailed off, rubbing your arm to get rid of the goosebumps.

“No, no,” Taehyung shot off of Jimin’s lap and to his feet. “I’m sorry. I can leave, it’s getting late anyway–”

“It’s okay,” you said, finding his eyes to show him you meant it. “You can stay. It’s, um…Nice to see you.” Even this small confession left your heart aching in your chest. After everything that happened, you hoped Taehyung didn’t hate you, but you also hoped you wouldn’t have to explain yourself tonight. “Please stay.”

Jimin watched the two of you, not sure of what to make of the exchange. He ultimately decided it wasn’t his responsibility to figure out why the two of you looked so uncomfortable, so instead he said, “Did you need something?”

“I just wanted to apologize for earlier,” you answered, sheepishly. Now that you were actually in Jimin’s space, your plan felt very silly.

“What happened earlier?” Jimin said, confused. He was genuinely unaware of something you had done wrong and you had never visited him before, so all of this seemed highly uncalled for.

“When I drooled on you…” You replied, feeling more and more embarrassed by the moment.

“Oooh,” Jimin realized. “Oh that? It’s fine. Sometimes people drool when they’re relaxed. I think it’s kind of nice.”

“Did you guys play together?” Taehyung asked, trying to hide his shock.

“Play together?” You echoed, having no idea what Taehyung meant.

“Nah, she fell asleep on my chest and drooled on my shirt,” Jimin said easily. “I have an extra controller. Do you want to play with us?”

You looked at the screen with the words Call of Duty across the top, “I’ve never played video games before.”

“This wouldn’t be a good one to start with then,” Jimin thought out loud. “You guys should sit down. I’m gonna get the Switch so we can play Mario Kart. I’ll be right back.”

Jimin stretched as he stood up, cracking his neck as he did so, and briskly walked out of the room, leaving you and a shirtless Taehyung standing in the middle of the room, dim lighting letting the weight of each other’s presence be known.

“Are you sure it’s okay if I stay?” Taehyung asked hesitantly.

“Yes, but could you put on a shirt please?”

“Right,” Taehyung said, suddenly embarrassed. You turned your eyes to him, watching as his white tshirt fell loosely over his tanned shoulders, hiding away the muscles in his back that you once knew so well. That ache you had returned again and you were suddenly desperate for being held. Your emotions bubbled up to your throat as you struggled to swallow them back, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt to be soothed.

Taehyung’s heart broke as he turned back to look at you. You were only a few feet in front of him and closer than you had been in weeks, but standing there, looking so small as you held yourself away from him, he thought you were farther than ever. He wanted to kiss you again and keep you safe in his arms. He wanted to explain that when he called you his before it was only because his heart knew it found its missing piece when he met you and that he was wrong to think of himself as entitled to you and he was sorry he ever did. He was a monster in your life while you were the light in his and he was so, so sorry.

When Jimin walked into the room, he noticed that you were both on the brink of tears. He knew that you both had history with one another, but he wasn’t quite sure what could cause such a reaction when neither of you had even been talking to each other.

“Do you guys need to hug?” Jimin suggested.

“Um..” You knew your answer before Jimin had even asked the question, every nerve in your body was begging for it.

Jimin narrowed his eyes like he had formed some conclusion while observing you, “I think you guys need to hug.”

“Please,” you had barely gotten the word out when Taehyung closed the distance and wrapped his arms around you. Breathing in the familiar scent broke the last defense you had in protecting yourself from your emotions. You nuzzled into his chest and let the tears fall from your face, feeling a wetness against your shoulder as Taehyung buried his face in your neck.

Taehyung tried not to squeeze you too tight despite the overwhelming sense of relief he felt with having you in his arms. He told himself that even if this was all you were willing to give him for the rest of your life, he would accept it. He would never again ask for more than what you were willing to give. His shoulders shook as he wept against you and eventually he felt you rubbing his back, still not moving away or asking him to let go.

Jimin was content to let the moment continue for as long as you both needed, seeing that there was a lot that you guys needed to process even if neither of you had words for it yet.

Eventually, your tears had stopped and you whispered gentle shushing against Taehyung, feeling warmth spread throughout your body at feeling the weight of him in your arms. Slowly, he pulled himself away from you, looking down at you with a sense of wonder that you hoped you returned in kind. Whatever the embrace had done for you, it appeared Taehyung had needed it just as desperately.

“Do you guys still want to play Mario Kart?” Jimin asked, already moving to set up the switch as if you had said yes.

You giggled wetly, still high from your relief, “Sure.”

Taehyung also laughed, a little awkwardly as he ran his fingers through his hair, “Yeah, that sounds fun.”

Jimin turned back to the two of you, noticing something he had missed before, “Do I need to put on a shirt too?”

“If you don’t mind,” You said.

“I’ll wear a fuzzy shirt so you can lay against me again,” Jimin announced. “I think you like cuddling.”

You had experienced too many emotions today to be embarrassed anymore or try to deny it, so instead you nodded, “I think you’re right.” You turned to Taehyung. “You’ll stay and cuddle too, right?”

Taehyung could have cried again if he hadn’t already drained himself of all of it. He sniffled, happily, “If you want me to.”

“I want you to,” You assured, taking his hand and leading him over to the couch. Jimin plopped on the other side of you, wearing a fuzzy black sweater. You were all snuggled up together, you leaning into Jimin and Taehyung leaning into you. Your leg was trapped between Taehyung’s body and the couch but you wouldn’t complain. You didn’t want anything to change.

Chipper music began as the start menu loaded, looking at the tiny controller in your hand, you couldn’t help your fit of laughter.

“I have no idea what I’m doing,” you said, not sure if you meant the game or in general.

“Don’t worry,” Jimin said, quickly making selections on the screen before you were able to choose your own character. “We’ll help you.”

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konata-izumi-kinny-writes · 2 years

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Captain John x F! Clown Lolita Reader

(with a pet crocodile)

Romantic HCs and mini-fic

[Tw: clown stuff, Captain has some... interesting.. nicknames, Mini-fic includes tons of death. Ya use acidic cotton candy to melt peeps n stuff.

THERE IS MENTION OF CIRCUS ANIMALS, THEY ARE NOT REAL IN THIS FIC. I DO NOT SUPPORT OR CONDONE THE ACT OF ABUSING WILD ANIMALS FOR ENTERTAINMENT.

Your pet croc is NOT considered a circus animal, you share a good relationship and you take care of it unlike how circus animals are treated.]

Outfit for minific (feel free to imagine a different color scheme):

🎪 He thought you were really fuckin weird at first, especially with a croc wearing a clown collar following you around.

🎡 You definitely grew on him though, lemme tell ya. He loves the croc now too.

🐘 Bro finds you hilarious! You're able to make him laugh without even trying

🎭 but the crush REALLY hit him when you surprised him with some snacks and a balloon animal.

🍿 He talked about you a lot to Steve. He was happy to hear at first but after a while he was just flat-out irritated that John wasn't confessing to you.

🎠 You eventually confessed by attaching a love note and cotton candy to your croc, and having it give them to John.

🍭 Later on he had someone bring you to his office. He sat you down as your croc jumped on his lap.

🔮 "So... you have feelings for me, huh?"

"..yes sir, i do."

"Heh, never though you felt the same, sugartits."

John smiles at you before plucking a small piece of cotton candy off of the giant cone of it you gifted him and eating it.

"Haha... quite a cruel joke, sir...... er- was it a joke??"

"Nope, it was not. You're mine now, babe."

He gets up and put his hands on your waist before he kissed you on the forehead. You give him a hug after kissing his cheek.

AND THATS HOW YALL GOT TOGETHER

🎢 and yes he calls you "Sugartits" on a regular basis. No matter how you identify... hes calling you that. (Unless you ask him not to)

🎪 Hes a good dad to your croc. Gives it lots of back scritches.... and enemy corpses.

🎡 He loves how fluffy and full your skirts are. He'll have you spin for him among other things. You're pretty, you're cute, you're his silly princess, and he loves you.

🐘 Despite how silly you are, Captain thinks you're the hottest person on earth.... which you are.

🎭 He honks your nose

🍿 Pet names are; Babe, Lovey, Sweet Cheeks, Sugartits, Tiger, Dove, Cookie, Jellybean, and Circus Peanut

🍭 For that very reason, the past months you've been working on some acts... deadly acts. Along with fatal treats to give out.

🎠 Because he loves you so much, John is very protective of you. Obviously. Yall are in a war, why wouldn't he be protective? But lately hes been feeling stressed af so hes even MORE protective.

🔮 Balloons that drop people from extreme heights, an electric whip, acid spraying flower, amall robotic animals that maul anyone in sight (didnt have enough materials for life sized ones), hoops with extendable blades, and a pair of uzis in case things go wrong.

🎢 As for the snacks, you made acidic cotton candy, exploding popcorn, Snowcones that freeze people from the inside, poisonous Funnel cake, expanding circus peanuts that choke people or break their stomach, lots of things.

🎪 So you packed up said items in a huge backpack, put on a cloak and followed John and his team to wherever they were going.

"Dying of Laughter"

You followed John and his team to the other team's base, they then split off into different sections, hiding behind rubble and in ditches. Everything was in place.

Were they ambushing them, mayhaps they were trying to get the upperhand over something? In the midst of your thoughts you see the other team starting to leave, so you jump out into the clearing before John can give the team permission to fire.

"Wait- who the fuck is that?!"

"Uh hi??"

"Whats with the fucking bag?"

"Hey dude is that your mom under that cloak?"

"Very funny, shut it."

Murmurs spread across the atmosphere like a virus on both sides. John was confused and perplexed, is this another enemy, who the fuck is this person, is it a person??

"HEY!" He shouted towards you, you turn his way to acknowlege him.

"Who are you!?"

".....I suggest saving the questions for after the show, sweetie."

He recognized your voice immediately, and radioed his team to hold their fire... but he still didn't know what you're doing out here.

Now the figurative stage is yours. You throw off the cloak as robotic doves fly out, revealing your attire.

"Helloooo~�� Its been a long time since i've had an audience, it feels just like it used to.... other than the fact that i'm in a fucking post-apocalyptic war."

That last line earned a few chuckles from the audience, you take that as a sign to keep going.

"But of course, I can't sustain you on jokes only, so i got tricks too, and snacks. After all, we gotta add some spice so things aren't boring, hehe, thats what she said."

Almost half the audience guffawed at the jest, including John. While they were distracted, one of your robo-doves delivered a note to Steve and John.

'Don't eat the snacks. And do not engage in the acts in any way. They are deadly.'

They quickly relayed the message to tthe rest of the team. Captain knows what you're doing now, and he loves it.

"Now what do do first.... anyone have requests?"

"Balloon animals!!"

Perfect. After making and handing out said balloon animals to the enemy team upon request, you moved on the the second act.

"So.. animals! We don't really see them anymore, do we? Quite sad, I loved them... i still do. And i managed to acquired some!"

Your robotic circus animals came out of your bag and did their routines. Some interacting with the enemy team, gaining their affections.

The rest of the acts went smoothly and without issue as well. Everyone was happy and enjoying your little displays, time for the sillystring to catch fire.

You let out a laugh of your own before you pull out a red button. You go over to John and give him a kiss, then sit on his lap. His face is bright red. You give a smile before you cheerfully say to the other team...

"This was fun, it really was. But enough with the games... this is war, goodbyyyye~🎶"

And with the press of that button, everything goes haywire. People are melting, exploding, suffocating, freezing, being mauled, just dying in general.

Hours later you're skipping back to base alongside John and his team, happy as a clam. There weren't as many casualties as usual, and you finally got to be on the front lines with the love of your life.

It was after you got your pajamas on that you were summoned to John's office.

"Hello, honey!~🎶 what do ya need me for?"

"Can we... talk for a second?"

"....did i do something wrong, did you not like the show, dearie?"

"I did, and that was very clever! I'm proud... but worried at the same time. Babe, you really put yourself in danger out there! In fact you still are!"

"What do you mean, love?"

"Sweet cheeks, now that they know what you look like and who you are to me, they will actively hunt you down if you so much as take a step out of base."

"Ah.... shoulda thought of that... sorry John, I really wanted to help. You've been stressed lately and i figured some support would take some weight off your shoulders."

"Heh.. I appreciate it sugartits, you really did help us out there... hey maybe you can support me in a different way."

You laugh at his teasing before you give him a hug and pepper his face with kisses.

"Okay, Circus Peanut. Its time for bed, by the way, what happened to all of those weird little animals ya made?"

He questioned as he lay down beside you on your shared cot.

"Oh, i have them stored in some crates behind the showers. If its okay, I'd like to control them from base to help you more, I added speakers so i can talk to you too."

"That sounds amazing, dove... goodnight, I love you."

You give him a kiss before you close your eyes.

"Love you too, sweetie.."

Lmfao the end. this is very cringe

Requests are closed, also why tf do my fics always end with you falling asleep-

Thanks for reading :)

#tankmen captain #tankmen x reader #tankman x reader #tankmen #konata izumi kin writes #clown lolita #Circus animals are ethically wrong #me rn: 🤡🤡🤡

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sainamoonshine · 9 months

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One thing that’s absolutely hilarious about Captain Popcorn (the white rabbit taking up most of the box in this picture) is that he’s so chill.

Never met a more chill rabbit. (Unless you try to pick him up, but most rabbits don’t really like it either, he’s not special in that regard).

It’s known that when a rabbit wants to give attitude to another rabbit, they’ll just passive-aggressively lay down in the most confortable way possible and look the other rabbit in the eye like “look at how calm and cozy I am. That’s how much unbothered I am by you”. But Popcorn brings that to a whole other level. He regularly does it to dogs. Big dogs. Small dogs. Energetic yappy dogs. Doesn’t matter. My boy is gonna lay down and stretch and chill and look ‘em square in the eye and ask: “whatcha gonna do about it huh?”

And lemme tell you. That absolute big dick energy chad-level of sheer confidence will absolutely stop most dogs in their tracks. Many of them end up just staring at Popcorn, mesmerized. Some have hidden behind their owner’s legs. One tried fruitlessly to bring Popcorn her toys until he graciously allowed her to also lay down in his vicinity. My mother-in-law’s late dog was afraid of him until she saw us pet him, at which point she would quiver with jealousy and brave coming near so she could also have pets.

This absolute king of idgaf has a regular vet appointment for his teeth because he’s missing one on the lower jaw, so the opposite teeth in the upper jaw doesn’t get naturally filed down as he eats, so the vet has to file that teeth manually every month. You’d think that would be difficult to do, right? Except my main man here is just so unbothered by life in general that the vet rarely has to call in his assistant to hold him. He just holds Popcorn’s mouth open with one hand and works with the other hand and my darling doormat plushtoy of a prey animal is just like “sure, whatever. This might as well happen”.

My brother babysat him once and texted me to say “are you sure this is a rabbit and not a bathroom rug” and I was like yeah, that’s deserved. It is an absolutely accurate description of this indoor pampered creature that has never known fear or hunger, and whose reaction to any slightest inconvenience is to stare at me until I fix it. Or just sigh and fall asleep and expect it to be solved when he wakes up.

Absolute mad lad. But I do think he’s on to something. When in doubt, take a nap about it.

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justagalwhowrites · 7 months

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I missed Joel and Beautiful! Thank you for continuing to share their lives with us!

Now hear me out! Why do I see them adopting a dog from a shelter down the line. Just a scruffy little guy to complete their family. In my head they’re always going on walks and hikes when they have some free time and a dog would just be chefs kiss! Watching their silly movies and the dog just chilling next to them on the couch!

OMG Bestie!! YES, I love this!

Since Beautiful and Joel live in Austin, they're going to adopt from Austin Pets Alive. A friend of mine used to work there and they do some great work! If you're looking to make a donation to an animal charity (or live in the Austin area and are looking to adopt like Beautiful and Joel) here's a link. Read more about Joel and Beautiful's dog below the cut 😊

Beautiful talks him into going to the shelter just to look because there's an adoption event and omg puppies! But then there's a scruffy looking dog who is clearly not the healthiest and no one else is paying attention to him and Joel sees him first and pulls Beautiful away from fawning over a floppy golden retriever puppy to look at this... who knows what kind of mutt.

She IMMEDIATELY melts for this dog who rolls on his back and wriggles on the ground. "Joel, look at this sweet little baby! Aww poor little guy, I think he's sick... we should find out what's wrong..."

And there's part of Joel that says "no, we shouldn't, we're just here to see cute animals not adopt one, we both work, we want to travel, a dog is a lot of work" but this scruffy dog looks up at him with these HUGE eyes and he's just like "Yeah, alright, lemme find someone..." and leaves her alone with the dog - which he knows has made it so they're taking him home, Beautiful is attached now.

Joel comes back with the shelter volunteer who has the dog's paperwork. His name is Curtis - already meant to be, Beautiful thinks - and he's only been there three days, they're still working on getting him healthy. He's got a laundry list of problems at the moment - fleas, mange, ear infections, heart worm - but they're working on getting him well. Though they think it would be even better if he could go home with loving parents 👀

Beautiful just looks up at Joel from her place on the ground beside Curtis, damn near pouting while she scratches this dog, and Joel just sighs and goes "Alright, well, is there some food and stuff we can buy to bring home or do we need to stop at the store, too?"

Once Curtis gets well, though, he ends up being just a beautiful dog, with a glossy coat and full of happy wags all the time. Beautiful talks her boss into letting her bring him to work a few days a week and he becomes a happy office dog, wiggling around and greeting her team every day. They take him camping and hiking and start planning trips based around where has good dog beaches to take Curtis to or what wineries allow dogs on their patios so they can do their lil wine tastings while he chews on a bone. He loves to curl up on the couch between them when watching movies, his head on Beautiful's lap and his tail draped across Joel's legs. He steals popcorn kernels that fall out of the bowl and he gets jealous if his parents try to snuggle and he's not in the middle of them. He loves to swim in the pool in the summer and Sarah is his favorite person. She brings him the pup cups from the coffee shop on the corner by her apartment whenever she comes over and he will drop everything he's doing as soon as he hears Sarah. "He's got good taste," Joel says, resigned to the fact that neither you nor him are your dog's favorite.

Yes, they definitely get a dog and he's their whole baby 😭

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #send asks #kit answers #new in town

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mildly-hebraic-looking-elf · 2 years

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@schittscreekdrabbleblog word challenge: Number

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“Your mom’s choreography for the Money number is so much more complicated than the actual movie. So Stevie and I are going to suggest to her that if Liza Minnelli and Joel Grey just shuffle across the stage, maybe we can pare down ours a little.”

“Mm. You do that. Suggest she ‘pare down’ her directorial vision. Lemme know how that goes.”

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you.”

“Just do me a favor? Give me advanced notice so I can bring popcorn.”

“So supportive.”

“You guys think getting me to compromise is some Herculean feat. So. I’m very excited for this.”

#schitt’s creek #drabble #schitt’s creek fanfic #david rose #patrick brewer #david x patrick #moira rose #cabaret musical

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oh!! before i go lemme tell you about the DR i'm headed to:

it's a crossover between toh x tmi x pjo x hp, and i'm still valentine morgenstern's biological kid. my bio mother is dead (murdered by valentine) and she was a boiling isles witch and best friends with darius. valentine raised me until i was fourteen, at which point i ran away and darius stumbled across me (haven't decided the exact details but eh). he takes me in and i'm his only child :) (for now...)

my main friend group is boscha, amelia, skara, cat, and amity. boscha is my best friend, and she's a lot nice than she was in the show. she and willow aren't specifically at odds, boscha is just kind of Like That and people tend to peg her as a bully, which i guess isn't entirely incorrect. she's less overtly mean and tends to be a little more fake nice, and she loves to gossip with me. once you get to know her she's actually pretty cool, and our friend group sees that, which is why we choose to hang out with her.

in my DR, despite cutting her off, amity does still do her best to socially protect willow from afar. won't let anyone talk shit about her and still thinks about her quite frequently. thinking about willow and missing willow probably consume most of her waking hours. talks to me about willow (not the rest of the group) because i can keep a secret, and i won't try to mess around. boscha -despite not really liking willow- would absolutely intervene to try and make amity happier (amity is very clearly not happy with her life most of the time, and despite being kind of prickly, boscha really does love us and want us all to be happy).

boscha also does have a specific reason for not liking luz, willow, and augustus though- they're my friends, and one, she's a little jealous, and two, she absolutely does not trust them to look after me like she does. she thinks they're flippant and careless, and they think she's cold and uncaring. both parties are wrong, and i know that, and you know that, but at this point idk what i'm supposed to do. it's not like boscha is much of a listener.

amelia is the other girl in our friend group with green hair- her hair is naturally green! she's captain of the hexside quidditch team, and she loves sports in all capacities. she loves doing makeup but hates wearing it (she says it makes her break out and itches her face- i'm concerned she's just allergic to those specific products), and she's very loud and excitable. she's super friendly to everyone, and she's pretty competitive. sometimes we call her "amy" or "ames", but people who aren't in the immediate friend group still call her "amelia". on movie nights (saturdays) she brings homemade popcorn and it's the best food you've ever tasted. tastes like movie theatre popcorn but better. ames is in the plants track with willow. they're actually pretty good school friends, but they don't really hang out outside of class.

skara is student council president (i scripted one in lmao). amity is vice president and campaigns for skara. her parents want her to be president instead of skara but she just kind of gets annoyed with them and doesn't listen because "that would take time away from her school work". anyways, skara is also super friendly, loves people, makes time for everything, gets good grades, maintains a good relationship with her family and friends, and basically runs the school. she's good at everything, she's absolutely beautiful, and she's the popular kid you wish you could hate for being so perfect but you can't because she's too nice.

cat is like the polar opposite of amelia and boscha. she's super quiet, likes being on her own, and prefers calmer activities like painting or reading. she's the person i go to if i've had a bad day and i just want some peace and quiet time. we don't really talk -we don't really need to- we just sit and enjoy each other's company. she does have a more aggressive side when she plays grudgby though, and she's an absolute menace on the field. she loves going out for tea or coffee (she prefers coffee) and will always join me for brunch. she likes history and medicine classes, and she's in the healing track.

finally we have amity. ohboy this girl is *uptight*. i love her, but she's so stressed out. girl please take a breather. despite not being on the grudgby team anymore, she comes to all of our practices (morning and afternoon, girl is committed) to cheer us on. she's usually in the library either volunteering or doing homework. she rarely has time to hang out, but she'll make time for us by bringing her homework with us or forcibly making time by speedrunning it all in like an hour. she has an insane amount of drive and honestly she terrifies me. she can be a bit socially awkward sometimes, but overall she's pretty cool. she also really looks up to me, even though i'm only like, maybe a year and a half older. she should not look up to me lol.

anyways, i'm also friends with willow, luz, and augustus!! i originally wasn't looking to make more friends, but luz was really insistent and eventually i gave up. at first willow and augustus are kind of afraid of me because i'm like a "popular" kid or whatever, but pretty quickly they find out i'm just like. a person. they're all pretty cool, and they care a lot about each other. they all immediately stop getting bullied by our peers when i'm seen with them (people at hexside are all kinda either scared of me or in love with me lol).

i would keep going but i wanna shift and also this post is already too long okay byeeee ily happy shifting

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