#oh also forgot to ment

[milkbreadtoast]

Here's a v quick vague rushed half assed TWSB propaganda post

TWSB is a romance novel isekai subversion story. You know, the escapist genre that there r 2353533535 kr webtoons/novels for... i got reincarnated in my fav romance novel as the villainess yadayada THAT genre. but a twist on it!!!

TWSB is for fujoshi/fudanshi/fujin who would rather ship the 2 male love interests in a romance than have a love triangle with the female lead... TWSB is also for poly/throuple/trio enjoyers (whether platonic or not ur choice). And old women yuri enjoyers. And people who enjoy novel isekai subversions like orv and surviving romance (and SVSS? i havent read but ive heard comparisons)... /ppl who think novel isekai premises Could be interesting but find so many of them boring cliche or wasted potential... and people who like fun worldbuilding... or ppl who r interested in the premise "typical shoujo romance novel plot gets derailed and ends up accidentally becoming a non-romance action fantasy which is also highkey extremely gay"..... *dangling a chocolate croissant in front of u* ooooh u want to read twsb so bad wooooo is it worki

(EDIT: oh to be clear im recommending the novel btw!! webtoon is cute but the novel is where u get the full experience 🛐 idc which one u start w but pls read the novel... hehe)

[emdotcom]

Remember! If you share, more answers will be there!

[spamsandsuch]

i like to think sam likes to eat regular food but thinks lightners dont eat regular food, hence why she tries to sell ‘edible’ shoe samples to kris and the gang (like how in game the blue addison tries to sell shoe samples on a toothpick). Except they arent actually edible they are just tiny shoes.

[sturnsbaby]

I LOVE YOU ... MATT STURNIOLO

requested by @mattsneezing

tw: arguing, cussing, y/n, hitting

summary: Matt accidentally hits you while your arguing about something accidentally.

(This is ALL fiction, matt would never hit a girl<3)

"This is what you do every fucking night, y/n!" Matt yells as he gets closer to you.

"what? i didn't even do anything!" you defend yourself and look at him in the eyes.

he scoffs and shakes his head, "you didn't even do anything?" he mocks your tone.

"what the fuck is your issue tonight matt?" You say, your eyes start to sting as they fill with tears.

"What do you mean? You came over, forgot literally everything your supposed to bring to someone's house then you broke your charger? And then you lost mine! Are you fucking kidding?" he says, practically yelling in your face.

"And i told you i would buy you a new one! Why are you being so rude?" you say, your voice also getting slightly louder.

Before you could say anything else, his hand hits your cheek.

you gasp slightly and look at him. The side of your face stinging slightly, you don't bother trying to say anything else to him. Actually, you were scared. And he knew he fucked up.

You go to the bathroom with tears falling down your face.

"y/n baby i'm sorry." you hear matt say from outside the door and you don't answer him.

"y/n," he sighs, "i'll be back."

30 MINUTES LATER

After a bit of time from you sitting in the bathroom, to scared to come out, you get a snap from matt.

And a couple seconds after that, you hear another knock at the door, and you sigh slightly, feeling bad.

You open the door, slightly scared, and you see matt with red puffy eyes and a bag in his hand and flowers in the other.

"i'm sorry baby." he says, his voice lower and quieter then usual.

you don't say anything else, just bring him into a hug and he tightly wraps his arms around you.

"im so sorry baby." he says and then after a couple seconds he breaks the hug.

"i never ment to hurt you like that, i never ment to hurt you at all. We were arguing over something stupid and i was just upset." he says, moving the hair out of your face.

"it's okay baby, i forgive you." you say, looking at him in the eyes.

"do you want to watch stranger things with me?" he asks me and i nod slightly.

"oh, y/n?" he then says.

"yes?" i ask.

"i bought you a charger." he finishes.

authors note:

is this cute i tried

[totaly-obsessed]

can you write for mary where readers ment to be away working but shows up at an important game and surprises her

Two-Week Notice

Mary Earps x reader request

-> Domestic fluff, reader can't attend Mary's game but surprises her.

-> Also for this request

➳ Masterlist

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Meeting Mary had been one of the best moments in your life. Not because it was such a nice or cute moment, but because it let Mary into your life – bettering it by a hundred times.

The goalkeeper had just moved into a new Apartment building after joining Manchester United after a season at Wolfsburg, and she had not met anyone in her building. Life had come at the 26-year-old hard and fast.

And just as fast came the first fire alarm at her new place, and while she had been warned that the alarm often malfunctioned, she would not take any chances. After a quick walk through her apartment, checking that every window was closed and that she had grabbed her essentials, she was out the door into the flooding rain.

You however had lived in the building for a while and should have a routine by now when you were rudely ripped out of your well-deserved sleep. But you did in fact not have a routine, panicking every time.

This day was no different.

You were the last one out of the building, as usual – with no jacket. The rain was not something that you took notice of at first, too shocked that there actually was a fire in the building. It was a taller woman, with a very friendly smile who made you aware. “Aren’t you cold, love?”

As if a switch had been flipped, you started to shiver. “Forgot my jacket.” Mary was a goner the second she saw you shivering in the cold rain, the only thing in your hands, being a pillow, while she had her entire training kit.

The footballer didn’t hesitate to extend her jacket around you, effectively pulling you so close to her, that you could feel the heat radiating off of her. “You don’t mind, do ya?”

That was the beginning of something wonderful. Before you started dating, many evenings were spent together as ‘friends’ cooking and watching movies together. You listened to Mary moan about training and her teammates and she would sit and listen to you complain about your annoying co-workers who apparently could not function without you.

And while it was easy to fall in love with Mary, it was even easier to love her.

It took two months until you officially started dating each other. The first move was made by Mary who just sat you down one evening and asked you out on a date. Just like that, with a calm and collected mind, like she was playing one of the biggest games of her life.

A year later you moved into her apartment. It was the bigger one and your lease came to an end. If the two of you were being honest you could have moved in with each other the second you started dating – you could practically count the days you had spent in your own four walls on one hand.

One of Mary’s favorite parts of living together was the joined naps. Most of the time when she had come home from training you were on the couch napping, trying to stay awake until the goalkeeper came home, but you never quite managed – too tired from the early shift you had worked. After changing she would join you on the couch, setting an alarm so that you would not sleep away the day.

Waking you from your slumber was another one of the brunettes’ favorite moments. You were just so cute. Scrunched nose, red cheeks, and adorable whining that it was much too cold. Mary tended to stare at you, tempted to let you sleep longer, before she eventually just kissed you awake, making you giggle – a noise she loved oh so much.

Once it was later at night and time for bed came the playful fighting. Your favorite topic to fight about? The blanket and Mary’s tendency of stealing it, which was bad enough, but also denying it – blaming it on you.

“Mary, stop hogging the blanket!” She was curled up in it like a burrito, leaving you with just a corner of it. “Mary? Who’s Mary? My name is Baby, or Love, or literally anything else.” She had turned over to you lightning fast when you had called her by her government name, clearly offended by it.

“Okay, ‘literally anything else’ move over, I wanna be warm.” A shriek of speechlessness filled the room when a mischievous smile took over her face. Carefully she unwrapped the blanket, and just as you thought that you had gotten what you wanted and could finally head to bed – she pounced.

“Mary, no. No. No! Don’t you dare! Mary!” your incredibly strong girlfriend had jumped up from the bed, picking you up and holding you like a baby, making you unable to move. You thrashed in her arms as well as you could. “I’m mad, Mary! Put me down. Put me dooown!”

Whining took over the room as you struggled, eventually making Mary lose her balance but before she dropped you and herself, she just threw her body forward, taking you with her, toppling onto the bed.

Silence filled the room for a minute, both of you lying on the messy bed. “Are you still mad?” Instead of answering you pressed your ice-cold feet onto Mary`s very warm back. Swears and shrieks left her mouth as she took your feet in her hands and jokingly rolled you over, straddling your lap. “Let’s see where this night is going, ey cheeky?”

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One of your favorite aspects of living together, aside from getting to hang out with the love of your life for the entire day, was a joined wardrobe. In the beginning, both of you had sections in the huge dresser and wardrobe, but over time your section was left untouched and Mary kept missing things.

“Baby, have you seen my blue Nike hoodie?” The goalkeeper wanted to wear it to a nice night in with the Manchester City girls, but could not find it anywhere. “No! Try the bathroom.” Of course, you had seen the hoodie. You were in fact wearing it, but you hoped, that Mary wouldn’t notice.

At first, she did not, searching the entire apartment before flopping down on the couch, burying her face in your chest – when she noticed that the blue of your hoodie was familiar. “Baby, that’s mineee.” She whined at you, trying to take it off you. “Love – please no. It’s so cold without it.”

For ten long minutes Mary tried to get her clothes back when she discovered that you were also wearing her joggers and socks – but it was useless. She caved once she saw your cute pout. With a loud huff, she went back to the bedroom, getting dressed in a green version of the same hoodie. “Baby, we’re matching – look!” You excitedly held out your arm, showing the material to a very unimpressed lioness. “I think I should join you for dinner.”

“Nu-uh! You don’t deserve it – thief!” But once Mary was opening the front door, she turned to you, asking why you were not ready. She clearly didn’t expect you to be actually dressed.

But alas you were and accompanied her to dinner. While she acted all mad about it, you knew that she loved it – she loved seeing you with her teammates who took such great care of you.

The joined closet was a mutually loved concept – you loved wearing Mary’s clothes and she loved seeing you in them.

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As much as you loved being a WAG, and attended every match Mary played, sometimes it just didn’t work out. That was the case for the quarterfinal of the European Championships on home soil, here in England. The girls were playing against Spain, a feisty match, an incredibly important one at that.

And you? Stuck at work.

Why? Because the men in your company decided to punish you, ‘losing’ the form you had handed in as a request to get the day off. So there you were, stuck at work while Mary was preparing for one of the most important games of her life – without you.

Not only did you have to be at work which was already annoying but your colleagues were weaponizing their incompetence more than usual, making you do everything. Just 20 minutes after kick-off you have had enough. So you stood up, entered your boss's office, and handed in your two-week notice that you had filled out for a while now.

And with that, you just left. Ignoring your boss and colleagues who told you that you could not just leave.

Ten minutes later you entered the Falmer stadium, joining Mary’s parents in the family section who immediately ushered you off to the changing rooms. It was eerily silent as you sat down in Mary’s cubby, fidgeting with her second pair of gloves.

Just a few minutes later you could hear a bunch of cleats hitting the floor, a nervous chatter filling the hallway. Leah was the first to enter, eyes wide in surprise when she saw you. But the skipper did not say anything, as did the others who followed.

As usual, Mary was one of the last people, busy talking to Millie about what they needed to change. She nearly just sat down on you, when she finally noticed. “Baby! I thought you couldn’t come!” Kisses were spread all over your face, the brunette being teased by the other lionesses.

Quietly you explained how you had gotten there, your girlfriend happy that you finally quit, when Sarina and the coaching staff joined the girls in the room. Mary had pulled you on her lap, holding you as close to her as she could, trying to calm down and compose her thoughts.

With a good-luck kiss on her lips and gloves she left for the pitch again. Alessia and Ella followed, also wanting a good-luck kiss on their foreheads, and soon the entire squad of the lionesses had gotten a forehead kiss from you – Mary watching with curious eyes.

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The second half was tense, especially after Esther scored in the 54th minute. But it was a freshly substituted Ella who got the equalizer in the 84th before Georgia shot the game-winning goal in the 96th. But there were still 20 minutes to go, and Mary did brilliantly.

2-1 to England and the crowd erupted in cheers once the final whistle sounded.

It was Millie and Lucy who had made their way over to you, lifting you over the barrier and onto the pitch – just to be tackled by Ella. “Your kiss helped! Ya must be my lucky charm now.” The excited brunette kissed your cheeks over, and over again, giggling in excitement.

“Get your own good-luck charm Tooney!” Mary had finally gotten to you, pulling you out of Ella’s hands and into a bruising kiss that left Ella squealing. “It's like watching my parents make out!” But you were met with whistles and claps on the back by other lionesses, who laughed at Ella’s reaction.

“I don’t think you have a choice to be at the next game, babe. Good luck charm of the whole team.” Your girlfriend’s smile was infectious, making you laugh as well, knowing damn well that you would be there at the semi-final even if hell froze over.

[cinnamostar]

four dates to fall in love

part one. part two. part three. part four (here). part five. part six coming soon.

pairing : hyunjin x gn!reader

summary : after a two year long unspoken hatred, hyunjin and you are forced to be costars in a romantic series, but when it comes to filming any of the romance scenes, you both utterly fail and are unable to get through your lines. the director threatens to take your roles away if you two aren't able to get past this within the next week, which spawns the genius idea from both your managers: can you learn to (fake) fall in love in seven dates and save your careers?

wc : 2.7k

cw : actor!au, enemies to lovers ?!, slowburn , not proofread, blood/knife ments (no injury, theyre just cooking lol), emotional vulnerability

a/n : welcome to part four. the slow burn is absolutely slowburning. things are happening. i dont have much to say other than it being hard for me to write, but pls let me know what you think!!!!!! likes and reblogs appreciated!

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“It went well?” Chan exclaimed in shock over your speakerphone.

You hum in agreement, confusion in the forefront of your mind, “Surprisingly, it went better than I could have ever imagined,” a sigh escapes you, “I don’t know, it’s weird.”

“Well, the fact he even apologized caught me off guard in the first place.”

You laugh lightly, “Oh, trust me, I still am having a hard time believing it. It’s been so long of him being an asshole to me, so seeing him like this was… very different. A little scary, if I’m being honest.”

“Yet it still went well even though it was kinda weird?”

“I mean, it was really awkward at the start which was annoying, but I can’t blame him. He genuinely did look like he felt bad, so it probably was hard to be in his position,” you think aloud, “But it was getting too much and he was putting a damper on the mood, so I tried to make him more comfortable, which worked. Then we started talking, and I don’t really know how to say it, but it felt… really nice? It made me realize that maybe I did miss our friendship.”

“Well, you guys did get along really well before everything happened. To be honest, I thought there was something more going on before then,” Chan recalls, “Though, his sudden change made me realize I was way off.”

Your eyebrows furrow at Chan’s comment, “Something more? Like romantic?”

He chuckles from the other end of the line, “Yeah, I thought something was going on between you two. You guys just seemed to click really well, better than any other costar you’ve had in the past, even to this day. Lowkey thought it was going to be a Tom Holland and Zendaya moment.”

“Jesus,” you mutter, “Definitely not that, I never thought of him that way.”

“You say that, but I remember the heart eyes you used to look at him with,” he teases.

“Oh, shut up. I did not. Besides, that’s not what’s important in the present time!”

He rolls his eyes, even though you couldn’t see it, you could feel it in his tone, “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. You’re right though, it is a difficult situation for both of you to be in. Other than it being uncomfortable, how are you feeling about it?”

You let out a heavy sigh, “I mean, part of me is happy to be able to have a normal relationship with him, but… I’m still really mad at him for how he treated me. I don’t think it’s something I can let go of yet.”

“That’s okay. You have time to process all of that, no one is rushing you.”

“I know, but for a moment yesterday, I kinda forgot about all that. I had fun with him, and I want to keep having fun, but then I remember everything and feel so… upset that I am even letting him back into my life, even if it's for a bit.”

“Huh…” Chan muddles over your words for a moment, “That is quite the dilemma. I think you have every right to be upset at him, but I also think it’s okay if you miss your friend. I just think you have to figure out what kind of boundaries you want to set for yourself then. I think you can still have a nice time with him without him earning your forgiveness just yet. He can be a surface level friend or acquaintance until he proves himself trustworthy again.”

“You’re right, but I just didn’t like how easily it slipped my mind. Part of me feels like I should still be more on guard and not as friendly, but he makes that hard too.”

“Y/N, it’ll be okay,” he reassures, “You’ll figure it out, but it’s perfectly fine for you to have fun, while still having boundaries, okay?”

You sigh, still a bit unconvinced by his words, “I guess…”

“I know it’s hard, I can’t imagine what it's like to be in your position, but I promise it will be okay.”

“I’ll believe you just this once!”

“You say that every time, but sure, just this once. Call you tomorrow, alright?”

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It was the next evening, and you were anxiously waiting in your apartment for Hyunjin to arrive. You weren’t sure how today was going to go, and the idea Changbin had for you both today made you nervous, as it felt as a far more intimate setting than the previous dates. Although, you couldn’t entirely argue with his logic. Today, he suggested that you both cooked a simple dinner with each other, the idea being that it would help you both learn how to work together towards a common goal, which was dinner in this case.

Despite you being able to understand the logic behind his idea, it was incredibly intimidating to think about having Hyunjin in your own home, especially considering the sudden change in dynamic in your relationship. Even then, you didn’t just let anyone into your home, as you only ever had your closest friends come over for small hang outs, so this was far outside of your comfort zone, but perhaps that was a good thing. Maybe going out of your comfort zone with Hyunjin would only help you both succeed the next time you found yourselves on set, and perhaps something as intimate as cooking together would help you both ease into your roles.

A knock on the door wakes you from your thoughts, prompting you to shuffle hurriedly towards the door to open it for none other than Hyunjin. He greets you with a gentle smile, bowing his head slightly as you let him in wordlessly. There is an awkwardness that hangs in the atmosphere, indicating that you both were uncomfortable with today’s plans and he, too, was likely struggling to find the right words to say.

You take a deep breath in, almost as if you were catching your breath, “Welcome to my place!” You cringe internally at yourself, unable to handle the intensity of the awkwardness between you two and how poor your attempt was to disperse it.

“It’s really nice!” he compliments, standing in place by the entrance after removing his shoes.

“Thank you,” you respond, “Uhm, just follow me, the kitchen is this way. And all the ingredients are ready for us to use, Changbin had them delivered.”

Hyunjin follows you into the kitchen, his eyes taking in every detail around him, filling him with delight to see how characteristic of you the apartment was, it being a perfect representation of your personality. “What are we making again? I don’t think Changbin filled me in.”

“Oh, we’re just making curry udon! It’s something I’ve made before and it’s not too hard. My bad, I didn’t tell Changbin what we were making which is probably why he didn’t tell you. All I did was send him an ingredient list.”

“I forgot you like cooking,” he replies as he stops in your kitchen, quickly turning to the sink to wash his hands.

You hum in response, washing your hands after him, “I think it can be relaxing, but uh, if you want you can start with chopping the carrots and potatoes? I’ll handle the onion and garlic.” Hyunjin nods and follows your orders without much trouble, or so you think, until you turn around and see him holding the knife in a very precarious and questionable manner. Your eyes widen as you rush towards, “Oh my god, that is not how you should be trying to cut a potato. Have you not chopped a veggie in your entire life?”

He smiles sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders, “Listen, I don’t do this cooking thing often,” a gentle chuckle leaving him as he takes amusement in your concern, his heart thumping over the sudden proximity you both now shared.

“I-,” you sigh with a baffled expression, “Okay, let me just show you because I am not having you accidentally bleeding out all over my counter.” 

“You’re more worried about your counters than me?”

“Shut up,” you suppress a laugh before softly whispering, “Here, just do it like this,” you reach over and lay your hands atop of his without second thought, guiding him on how to position his hands without the risk of injury. Once you’ve become aware of how your bodies are pressed up against each other from the side, you jump away in an instant, “That’s it! That’s all you gotta do.” You’re quick to avoid eye contact with him, turning towards your own cutting board as you chastise yourself for being so careless with him at that moment.

Hyunjin’s face and ears were soon dusted with a soft pink, heat rushing across his body over the interaction that seemed so natural, but manages to mutter out a quiet ‘thank you’ before trying his knife skills out once more. Despite your momentary embarrassment, you are sure to take sneaky peaks at Hyunjin to make sure he was handling himself well. You move on from chopping and turn your attention to seasoning the chicken while Hyunjin was still focused on the vegetables, going at a leisurely place which you much preferred in this case. 

The rest of cooking goes on in silence aside from the occasional instruction or question, small witty jokes, and touches that seemed to linger more than necessary, but perhaps that was your imagination. Once everything was done, you both sat across from each other, admiring the fruits of your shared labor that was now plated in front of you both. 

“It looks really good!” Hyunjin comments enthusiastically, a wide, toothy grin spreading across his face. 

“It does, right? Let’s eat!”

Neither you miss a beat, taking a huge bite of the udon noodles, letting out a delighted groan over just how flavorful the food was. “Woah,” Hyunjin groans out, surprise at how well tonight had gone thus far with the added victory of food, “Holy shit, this is so yummy.”

“Mhmm,” you mumble out between slurping noodles, “This is better than when I make it on my own.”

“It’s the Hyunjin special that you’ve been missing this whole time,” he says matter-of-factly with a smug smile.

“You’re being pretty bold for a guy who just learned how to hold a knife today,” you tease, playfully sticking your tongue out. Your eyes catch each other for a moment between your fits of giggles, time stopping for the briefest second possible before you both avert your eyes out of nerves. What was that? You thought frantically to yourself, suddenly hyper aware of the strange warmth in your stomach that was also accompanied with the feeling of your stomach dropping. It was an uncomfortable feeling, one you didn’t know how to explain or ever experienced before, but you did know you didn’t want that combination of symptoms again for whatever emotion this was. You clear your throat, taking a sip of water as if it would wash away the discomfort, “I guess we are pretty good, huh? Maybe our acting project has hope if we are able to work this well together,” you joke, a very poor, if not disastrous, attempt to alleviate the awkwardness that seemed to follow you everywhere these days.

Your words stab Hyunjin in the heart, the guilt he had once forgotten was knocking at the door of his heart, forcing itself in without his permission. His entire demeanor deflated the moment those words left your lips, his heart writhing at the reminder that the only reason this situation existed was because of him and his blinding stupidity. Yet, here you are, warmly inviting into your home and treating him as if he was an old friend of the past, as if he had never wounded you and he couldn’t help but wonder if he was deserving of any of this. He stood still, gulping down his food before faintly whispering a hushed apology.

“I’m sorry.”

Your head snaps back up, your eyebrows furrowing with worry once you sense the sadness lacing his trembling voice, his head now turned downwards as if he was trying to mask his state. Perhaps the joke was a little too soon, you thought, now it being your turn to feel bad. “Ah, Hyunjin, I’m sorry-” you apologize hurriedly, “It was just a joke, please don’t take it too seriously. I’m sorry.”

He forces a smile, waving his hand as if to tell you to not worry about it, the words at the forefront of his tongue, but caught in his throat due to the heaviness sinking in his chest. Once again, shame paralyzed his body, the warm sensation behind his eyes reminding him to blink, reminding him he shouldn’t be so selfish in his pain when he was the cause of so much discomfort. Was any of this okay? Was any of this right? He wonders to himself, still unable to find forgiveness within himself. 

“Hyunjin,” you speak tenderly, your hand reaching across the table to touch his arm, grounding him back in the present, “I promise, it’s okay.” You knew that last bit was a lie, but it was for his own sake and comfort at this point. His treatment, his behavior, his attitude – none of it was ever okay, but you decided to ignore your own feelings and prioritize his. For the first time in two years, you cared about how he felt, you finally cared how your words harmed him, when before all you ever aimed for was a strike to his heart, but today, you chose to comfort his heart that your words unintentionally wounded. Although, your own heart and conscience briefly argued for a moment, one wanting to tend to his hurt, while the other demanded you let him rot in his misery, insisting he deserved it for what he had put you through. It was a tug-of-war you weren’t enjoying, you had almost wished you two remained in your heated hatred for one another and that nothing ever changed. Despite what your mind screamed at you, you chose to listen to your heart, you chose him over yourself.

He takes a deep breath in, trying to collect himself before speaking, “I just–,” a heavy exhale escapes him, “I’m just sorry. I just feel really, really, really bad for everything, but I also feel like I’m not allowed to feel bad when I was the one to hurt you.”

His eyes met yours, the glassiness of his eyes conveying the depth of his guilt, “Oh, Hyunjin,” you whisper apologetically, “Listen, I won’t lie to you, what you did was shitty. You did hurt me, but that is in the past. You feeling bad about it means you’re a good person, right? It means you’re human and that you care, but I don’t want you to let your guilt overwhelm you either.”

It was a genuine response in a moment of sudden vulnerability, your response taking him aback, but the words temporarily placating his never ending thoughts, “I guess, but… I don’t know if I can forgive myself,” he mumbles.

“You don’t have to yet, but you can learn to eventually,” you reply, “I understand it’s hard, and even I still need more time to do that myself, but I do think you deserve to be kind to yourself.” None of that was a lie, you did truly believe he was deserving of his own compassion, but his culpability helped you see the humanity in him. The spitefulness you once knew him for nowhere to be found, but instead there was only a guilt-ridden man who carried a world of humiliation. “I think I can learn to do so soon, too. Spending time with you helps. Besides, I did miss being friends with you if I’m being honest.”

The last sentence causes him to perk up, a small, satisfied smile playing onto your lips, “Really?” he asks, his ears barely believing your words, but his heart was swelling with hope. His eyes search yours, he can’t help but notice how they glimmer under the soft lowlights of your home, and for some reason, he finds warmth and comfort in them. He knows he can trust you, he knows you are being as candor as possible.

“Really, I mean it.”

“I missed it too.”

“Well, I’ll do my best to learn to trust you again. I’ll learn to forgive you eventually, just for now, it still hurts.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll learn too.”

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[kusakiguzen]

yandere yoojin x reader x platonic yandere Yoo Hyun

A/N: this is not inspired and is kinda long cuz i felt bad for not posting on the scheduled day because, I still have to study. its my first time writing so leave your feedback.

I just wanted to say there are some changes in this story and it doesn't follow the plot line completely because well i needed it to be like that i hope you understand.

Warning: NSFW, Mild Yandere stuff idk

The first time you met Yoojin was before he regressed in a cafe. Y/N forgot her wallet so he decided to be a gentleman and pay for her coffee they sat together and talked, they just clicked. Yoojin wanted to meet he again

The second time he met her was in a dungeon. Being the weakest Yoojin was mistreated a lot, here it wasn't any different either. He was being pushed around beaten up and degraded. That's when he heard the voice, the angelic voice

"Hey!! what do you think you are doin???!!"

He looked up to see her, Y/N L/N a D rank healer, the same person from the cafe, who was busy healing the injured. she was quite famous for her kindness and brutalness. She was running towards them with hardened gaze and a frown on her face

He Found Her

"What is happening her- OH MY GOD! ARE YOU OKAY??." She asked worriedly while casting a healing on him.

"Its nothing, we were just having fun. Right... Yoojin?" some d rank hunter said looking at Yoojin

"Cut the crap, I saw. And we are leaving." Her cold voice sent shivers down the other hunters's spine, as she grabbed Yoojin's hand and started walking away with him.

'Her hand is warm.' he thought while being dragged by the H/Cnette.

That was when the obsession begin.....

Yoojin had created walls around his heart, and never trusted anyone. But you stared to slowly but surely break those walls and make your way into his heart.

You and Yoojin started dating 2 months after the day you saved him.

At the end of the second month Yoojin decided to go meet Yoohyun. And Yoojin and Yoohyun ended up arguing. He came back home and told Y/N everything that happened, and Y/N comforted him by giving little kisses all over his face as he laid on top of he, hugging her tightly. She played with his hair until they both fell asleep.

6 months into dating Y/N had reawakened became an S rank Healer giving her the title 'The Saintess'. This caused rifts between their relationship because Y/N had to constantly accompany S class hunters to dungeons. Yoojin wanted to accompany her but she would refuse saying 'Its too dangerous for you', which would always make him angry causing them to argue constantly. This caused them to break up.....

After a few weeks of the break up Yoojin decided to go in a D rank dungeon.....

But the 3 headed S class monster the Dragon appeared.....

But Yoohyun and Y/N also arrived to save Yoojin

Y/N died protecting both Yoohyun and Yoojin because she knew how much they ment to each other, but Yoohyun also died.

The day Yoojin lost his mind.... And defeated the dragon.

He wished to go back in time through the WISHING STONE

When he woke up he was back at his younger brother's guild, the first thing that came to his mind was Y/N L/N. Her last words

Its fine just stay alive and happy with your brother.... ughh- huuh...I-I love you.......

He sat there for a good minute before Yoohyun entered and he just hugged him tightly

They made up but while talking Yoojin asked Yoo Hyun

"Do you know a hunter named 'Y/N L/N'." he said looking everywhere but his brother's

"Ah yes I think I remember that name, she is a newly awakend healer a D rank if I remember correctly"

'Bingo....' thought Yoojin.

"Invite her to the guild she'll be a great help."

"How do you know her though, big brother?"

"We met at a cafe before and had a small talk, she told me how she couldn't find a guild to work with, she didn't know i was your brother tho...." Yoojin ended while picking up some food and eating it.

"Really are you sure she wasn't pretending?" Said Yoohyun who brought out the rope to tie Yoojin

"Nope, Didn't give her my full name. So she couldn't have known." screech Yoojin while Yoohyun tried to tie him up.

After calming him down.... Yoohyun decided to go and meet Y/N L/N.

After meeting Y/N he finally knew what his brother ment

Y/N L/N was just so kind and warm, like the Sun. Glowing brightly when she smiles..... Wait- DOES HIS BROTHER LIKE HER??!!

Yoohyun straight up asked Y/N if she liked his brother and it was comical

( you are pink and Yoohyun is purple)

Do you like my brother?

Ummm who exactly is your brother if i may ask?

Yoojin, Han Yoojin is my brother.

Umm... aaa.. you- how... huuuuhhh Yes yes i do

I see have a great day then

Yes you too sir.

Y/N said while thinking of digging a whole and burying herself in it .

Yoohyun then left satisfied.

Y/N met Yoojin at a cafe where she forgot her wallet and Yoojin was kind enough to pay for her coffee.

Feeling guilty Y/N decided that she should return the favor since Yoojin was sitting alone. She sat with him and they got along well....

After saying there Goodbyes. Y/N couldn't help but think about Yoojin often. While eating, drinking and even before going to bed. Yoojin occupied her mind 24/7

That's when Y/N realized it was love at first sight..... She had never experienced this it was weird. so she started searching for him, it was harder then expected since she only got his first name.

In amidst of this Y/N awakened. She was on cloud nine, she could finally find him.

After this she encountered Yoohyan, Yoojin's brother. To he delight he was also looking for her!!! She was so happy by this revelation but alo embaressed by how Yoohyan approached her.

Lets just say after meeting Yoojin again and joining The World Edge Guild. It wasn't long before they started dating.

Y/N met Yu Myengwoo, Park Yerim, Peace, Blue and Chirpy.

Safe to say they all turned yandere for you aswell.

Yoojin hated it when you go to dungeons with him or Yoohyun. Can't you see how dangerous Dungeons are. He just wants to protect you. Sure you will become an S Ranked hunter in the future but you're still a D rank right now, its dangerous can't you see?

Yoohyan agrees with his brother, its dangerous for you. You are just so fragile... And he didn't want you to get hurt either because his brother would be sad! He doesn't want either. After all you are his future sister-in-law

But you still continued do accompany them saying you want to be there to heal them if they ae injured. So stubborn, Not talking them if they refuse! God!!! can't you see??!!

The last straw was when Yoojin was in the the dungeon with Noah, his sister Riette, the Jupiter guild's Guild master, Sung Hyunjae, and a few extras. After defeating the Dungeon boss Yoojin getting 'kidnapped' by Riette and while defeating the 'puppet dragon' Vicus Y/N had gotten hurt but not too much, while she was healing all of them Yoojin was using his skill on Vicus and lost conciousness. Y/N lost conciousness with him meeting the Actual Dragon. You suffered with him all the torture just because you couldn't leave him alone.....

After that incident Yoojin had decided it is no longer safe for you to go in dungeons any more but you won't listen, so there is only one way to top you

By getting you pregnant.

You and Yoojin did have sex before but never this rough. He would usually take it slow and deep but this was on another level

Thrusting himself in and out while using his tentecles to hold your hands and legs in place, cumming in you multiple times. but he just couldn't stop thrusting himself in you. Again and again and again, he just kept going .

At this point you were seeing stars, saying incoherent babbles, drooling and that beautiful flushed face. God you were such a beautiful mess in Yoojin's eyes.

He looked at yo stopping for a second to drink the magic potion, He couldn't take his eyes off you. Your whole body filled with hickeys and bite marks, marked by him.

He then slowly pulled, His cum along with yours gushing out of your pussy, but was quickly plugged by the tentecle.

You have never felt this much pleasure in your life. After being fucked till almost sunrise, you finally passed out. Yoojin looked at the beautiful sight beside him. He just knew you would be pregnant.

He was right. You missed your period this month and decided to take the test.

It was positive. You immediately scheduled a doctor's appointment to confirm. You went there alone because you were scared of what will be Yoojin's and other's reaction if you were actually pregnant.

The doctor confirmed you indeed were pregnant. You didn't know how to feel about this. On one hand you were happy to start a family with Yoojin but on the other hand you were scared.

You went home and decided to tell Yoojin first. He was chilling on the couch with Peace and chirpy when suddenly, Peace jumped on your lap and started to cuddle your stomach.

(you are pink and yoojin is blue)

Yoojin can we talk?

Of cource Darling. Is something wrong?

I'm...I'--m ..I'm

Yes??

I'M PEGNANT

Huh....Huh HUUUUHHHH??!!?!?! OH MY GOD! I'M GOING TO BE A FATHER!!! Y/N you just made me the happiest man in the world .... *sniff* *sniff*

So you aren't mad?

Of course not! what made you think that?

i just thought you wanted to wait....

I love you and i'll love the little one too

With that you both decided to tell Yoohyan next by giving him a small onesie saying "You Are Going To Be An Uncle". He cried huging you and Yoojin both saying 'Thank you' again and again.

Everyone was happy from the news.

If you thought there protectiveness was bad before, its worse now. You have to be accompanied by someone everywhere you go, even in the bathroom.

Its for your safety and the safety of the unborn child.......

Well you aren't complaining because everything is under your feet. If you want the world, they will give it to you on a gold platter.

So what is there to complain?

The funny part? You don't even realize the fact that you are being isolated. That's how good Yoojin is at manipulating you. To the point he had made you believe that you staying home is a good thing.

Just greet them with a smile when they return from mission/dungeons.

That's all you need to do......

A/N: OH MY GOD FINALLYYY!!!!! leave a comment bout how good it was since it was my first time writing. if you have any requests feel free to Dm me here.

Hope You Enjoy.

[delphi-shield]

pity party // claire redfield

Claire x Reader Smut wc: 2180 mdni - 18+ i got a new job!! anyway. claire. rewrote this twice bc i couldn't decide where i wanted them to fuck tbh. in my heart this is older!claire, but you can read it literally however you want. not proofread.

summary: Being Claire's plus one to her work party only dredges up old insecurities.

content: afab reader, fem reader, fingering, squirting, jealousy & insecurity re: cheating, public sex, alcohol ment. & use, claire's unnamed ex

This party fucking sucks.

You’re overdressed, embarrassed, still fighting off the chill from an unexpected motorcycle ride. Claire had told you she would pick you up. She just forgot to mention it would be on her bike. She had also forgotten to mention that this work party was super casual.

Claire had laughed when you opened the door to greet her, quickly assuring you that you looked great before you had the chance to crawl into your skin and die -- it just wasn't that sort of party. You must have looked like some sort of kicked puppy, because she’d laid the compliments on thick. Deflated, you'd offered to change, but there just wasn't enough time, and it would look bad if she was late – a whole slew of excuses. Heels and all, you had clambered onto Claire's bike.

You’d felt like an idiot, click-clacking after her in your heels and your pretty dress, being introduced to Claire’s friends and coworkers rapid-fire. You can't keep names and faces straight, but they look right past you and focus on Claire. Can't say you blame them for that.

 It's a casual party, all right. Way, way casual. You look at odds holding your red solo cup in your pretty dress and your once shiny (now scuffed) heels, like a period actor with a cell phone. You don't know any of these people, and they're all clamoring for Claire's attention. You’d figured out pretty quickly that it was going to be difficult to pull her away from the center of things and resign yourself to the drink table. If she was your ride, you were at least going to take the chance to get hammered and forget that you looked like a dolled up tart.

Despite all the rancid ‘don’t talk to me, I’m drowning my sorrows and this is not a group activity’ vibes you keep putting off, a mousy woman who seems equally intent on getting plastered has taken up the spot next to you, going two drinks to your one. You miss her name in the deluge of information that she rattles off, but catch her job description. Office manager - seems about right. It doesn't take long for her to drift into gossip.

Most of it is banal. Your eyes search for Claire in the crowd and find her leaned against a bar top, talking to an unfamiliar face. They're all unfamiliar, sure, but Claire hadn't introduced you to this one. They lay a hand on Claire's arm, let it slide down slow - hold her for a moment. Your eyes narrow.

"What's up with that?" You gesture towards your girlfriend with your beer, bitterness soaking your words. Either your companion is too steeped in alcohol to pick it up, or she's savoring this drama herself.

"Oh - yeah, they used to have a thing. Like, way before they started working together, so it's all like, ethically above board, and --"

The woman keeps talking even though you're not hearing a goddamn word anymore. You nod along politely, tight smile pulling your face taut. Your eyes never leave Claire and who you now know to be her ex. Ex what, you don’t know. Maybe it was serious, maybe it wasn't. Doesn’t matter. They're an ex something. Currently, though, very close. Too close. Brushing Claire’s hair from her face - yeah, actually, you know what, fuck this.

Fuck this so hard. You’d walk home.

You chunk your drink into the trash and teeter away unsteadily for the bathroom. You’re too wrapped up in your own misery to have seen Claire push her ex’s hand away, or to see her look your way - you hear her raise her voice, but shut it out quickly behind the flimsy bathroom door before you can parse her words.

Stupid fucking party. Stupid fucking girlfriend and her magnetic presence, and her pretty smile that draws everyone in. You splash cold water in your face, trying to come to your senses. Barely two beers in and you’re acting like an idiot.

You don’t hear her slip in the door. She doesn’t knock - why would she. Claire drapes herself over your back, her arms slipping around your waist loosely. You jump, knock your head against her chin and leave her swearing, muttering jesus, hun, it’s just me, before she melts into a chuckle. Her hand rubs at your head, soothes you instead of herself.

“You okay?” She asks, as if she doesn’t already know the answer.

“Yeah.”

Claire’s generous. She gives you a whole, agonizingly slow five seconds to retract that before she calls you on it.

“Okay. Because you kinda stormed off.”

She’s not just generous, you realize, she’s cautious. Like she knows you’re spring-loaded and ready to snap. That only makes you grit your teeth.

“Yeah, well, I’m just kind of over this.”

“The party? We just got here–”

“And you’re already getting real comfortable,” you snap, spinning in her arms to face her. It’s hard to miss the accusation, even if it’s not outright. Claire’s mouth thins into a hard line.

You can see her working through it all. The uncharitable part of you thinks she’s coming up with some excuse, some way to worm her way out of this. She takes a slow, deep breath.

“Okay,” she says. “Okay, look, if this is about her– we work together, hun. I can’t just avoid her.”

“That doesn’t mean you have to get close.”

“I’m not, babe, I’m –”

Claire stops herself. A hand leaves your waist to pinch at the bridge of her nose. Another deep, steadying breath. You turn away from her again, back to face the sink. The silence chokes you, makes angry tears spring to your eyes. 

Her hand slides up your thigh, following the curve of your body up towards the apex of your thigh. You push at her wrist. She’s trying to switch tactics, and you’re having none of it.

“Claire–”

“Let me apologize. Okay? I’m sorry for dragging you to this party. I’m sorry I sprung all this on you. And I’m very sorry for not warning you about my ex.”

Your jaw clenches. You shouldn't let her do this. Being with her is like training a dog - consistency is key. She’ll take the inch and the mile then come back asking for more. You’ve already embarrassed yourself at this party. If you get caught like this, your life is so over.

But Claire litters kisses against your skin, whispers please so sweetly in your ear. Her fingers slip beneath your top, graze against your belly in a way that makes your stomach flip and your nipples tighten.

“I want a proper apology and a proper talk,” you say. Your hands grip the counter tightly. You watch her in the mirror, see her face fall and her eyes darken. She sighs against your neck, her shoulders sagging against you. “After you're done.”

It’s like you flipped a lightswitch. Claire’s smile brightens immediately, ignites a hungry spark in her eyes. She drops a kiss against your shoulder, drags her nose along the curve of your neck. Her hair falls against your neck. The bright, summery scent of her perfume envelops you and coaxes you back against her, her hands roving leisurely against your side, your stomach, your hips. She never needed much of an invitation to explore you.

Your eyes are locked on the mirror, watching the door for any sign of movement. The pleasure building in the pit of your stomach barely outweighs the prickle of anxiety that blankets your skin.

Her lips press against your neck. She's well-behaved until your head lolls to the side, your anxiety smoothed into a pleasant tingle by her kisses

“Relax,” Claire whispers, voice cloying. On her best behavior.

Your brow furrows. You have half a mind to pull away, tell her this is a stupid idea, that she’ll get in so much trouble if someone walks in. Her thumb brushes over your clit through your panties. You whine In the back of your throat, a pathetic, needy sound that makes Claire press a laugh into your hair. She shushes you, almost sounds gleeful about it - bet she’s real proud of herself for that one.

Fuck. Now you're mad at yourself.

“Hurry up,” you mumble. She’d make this last the rest of the party if you let her. Keep you trapped away in this bathroom til you’re sore and chafed.

Claire laughs. Low and soft, right next to your ear. Her thumb rolls over your clit again and again. It's hard to tell which is making you drip more. Her hand finally slips beneath the fabric to touch you for real, long fingers parting your lips.She stays just shy of where you want her, fingers spreading to rub the sides of your clit at the last possible moment, taunting you with the promise of direct contact, of the pad of her finger rolling against you again and again.

“I could do this for hours.” She purrs. Her teeth nip at your neck. She sucks a mark onto your skin, her tongue laving over the spot again and again to seal it in, make sure it takes. She finally gives you what you want. Your hips jut against her hand, chasing more touch, more feeling.

“They’re gonna see,” you whine, wiggling in her grip. You just know she’s get the blood flush to the top, a mark that will take a week to fade.

“Good.”

Heat soaks through you. She presses a finger into your needy hole, crowding you over the sink and bending you to the angle she needs, the angle she knows is best for ripping orgasm after orgasm out of you. You keen, poor little thing, and she joins another finger to your core, grinding the meat of her palm against your clit, and drumming a harsh pace. It’s so easy to move you where she wants you. You’re so malleable beneath her hands, the deceptive strength that guides you where you need to be, where she wants you. Rocking against her rhythm is pointless. You fall out of step quickly, unable to do more than try to keep your knees from buckling while her fingers drill into your cunt.

Her other hand slides up your body, squeezing handfuls of your tummy along the way. It's far from worshipful. The way she grips you, tugs you back into her with each pull - it's obsessive.

Her palm flattens to slip into the valley between your breasts. She spreads her fingers tantalizingly slow. She paws at your breast, feather-light and teasing for all of five seconds before she gives in and squeezes. Patience has never been her virtue.

“Did you get jealous, baby?” she coos, taunting. Her fingers hit against you just right, no gentle massaging, no torturous pull of pleasure - just the electric feeling lighting through your veins and the sloppy noise you can hardly believe is coming from your own body.

“Mmhmm,” you whine, your eyes squeezing shut tightly. Claire squeezes your other tit, rougher than the first and Jesus Christ, when you manage to open your eyes for two seconds and catch your reflection in the mirror you realize you’re drooling, a quickly cooling trail down your chin.

“I'm three knuckles deep in your pussy and you’re still thinking about my ex?” Her fingers curl the moment you open your mouth, massaging that spot that sets a bomb off in your core, floods your limbs with mind-numbing sensation. You rock back into her, toes curling, thighs caving inwards and trapping her arm in a plush prison. 

You snap in her hands, hot, wet rush soaking Claire’s fingers and the rug tangled up between your feet. Claire slips her tongue into your mouth and drinks down every noise you make, her kiss bruising and her fingers still drilling into your cunt, her eyes locked onto the mirror, savoring every reaction she rips from you.

You have to push at her wrist again to get her to withdraw. She’d keep doing this if you let her, you know she would. It’s her turn to whine and pout. She winds her hand up over your shoulder just to suck her fingers clean.

“Unbelievable,” you breathe out. The noises she’s making are obscene, slurping your taste off of her digits in a way that makes your stomach flip all over again, clit throbbing for more attention.

“Right?” she agrees, cheeky little grin making her look younger. “That was like record speed for me. I could have taken way longer. Really drawn it out.”

You snort. The look you level her with must be pretty damn serious, because she doesn’t keep rambling. 

You can’t stop staring at the dark, wet patch you’ve left on the bathmat. Your brow furrows. Claire follows your eyes, trying to see what the matter is. She points to herself. You shake your head. She looks behind her, shrugs, can’t quite figure out what the matter is.

“Made a mess,” you mumble, embarrassment lacing your tone. You nudge at the edge of the mat with your toe. “They’re gonna know.”

Claire rolls her eyes. She flips the sink on, cups water in her hands, and slings it onto the same bathmat you had just squirted all over.

“There,” she says, more exasperated than accomplished. “See? Totally normal. It’s a bathroom. Things get wet in bathrooms. Like you.”

But it’s hard to be enamored with the way she looks on her knees for you when you can’t stop staring at the dark, wet patch you’ve left on the bathmat. Your brow furrows. Claire follows your eyes, trying to see what the matter is. She points to herself. You shake your head. She looks behind her, shrugs, can’t quite figure out what the matter is.

She sets her hands on your hips, turning you to face her. Claire guides your panties up your legs, sets them back in place for you. You smile, affection blooming in your chest. Such a lady, after everything.

Or maybe you’ve spoken too soon, because she makes a point to kiss your clit through your panties before she pulls your dress back down.

[spicksandspecksminis]

Oh I completely forgot to post a picture of my progress on the kitchen ':) the main things are I made new curtains that aren't so long they extend behind the counters, made a tiled backsplash, and put some stuff on the walls. The cross stitch between the windows is one of the ones my grandma made. I also decorated the high chair a bit, made a napkin holder, and got the rest of my new Re-ment stuff situated.

[morsels-and-monstrosities]

Part 2 to this because you guys seemed to like the last one so much.

also yeah, sorry, you don't get your shoes back 😭 they belong to the forest now, they forgot to grab them on the way back..

When you awoke, you were dazed, your head spinning. You were surrounded by some sort of warm cloth- but you were no longer inside the giant's stomach. You pushed yourself into a sitting up position, glancing around to get a feel for your surroundings. You were in some sort of huge cave...there was a fire in the back corner and towards the center, a huge nest of assorted junk. You tried to stand on the surface you were wrapped up in but the fabric was too soft, you just ended up falling back. It was a dark brown, very soft, and smelled surprisingly well.

You wondered where the giant had gone...they weren't in the cave. Maybe they'd left you here for you to find your own way back home? Just as you were about to pull yourself from the soft fabric, there was a rumbling from outside of the cave. A part of the cave wall started to slide away, when you realized it must've been a stone covering the entrance. The same hooded figure ducked down inside of the space and closed the huge stone back over the entrance. The cave was large enough for them to fit in, if not a little short.

You hid yourself amongst the fabric and watched as they pulled their hood off, the firelight illuminating their features. They were pale and had long brown hair that still covered half of their face. They almost immediately turned towards you, purple eyes like spotlights in the darkness. They chuckled, a rumbling sound that slightly shook the ground below you. "Don't be afraid, I'm still safe. I just had to leave you here for a bit so I could go look for any nearby human settlements." They said in a reassuring tone. You slowly sat up, looking at them wearily. They sat criss crossed just in front of your little hiding spot. "I see you're enjoying my coat, yeah? Made it myself. It doesn't really fit anymore, I mainly use it when I help sick animals or..in your case, lost humans."

They rested their arms against their lap, leaning in to look at you better. You huddled further into their jacket, making them grin. "My name is Angel. Yours is?" They tilted their head down at you, large claws tapping against their leg. You hesitated but told them your name, in the strongest voice you could muster. They nodded and reached forward, grabbing you between two fingers before you had the chance to move away. They brought you up to their face once again, but they didn't seem like they were about to eat you. "It fits..you humans are very fragile little things, aren't you? You're all so diverse, especially when it comes to your names." Their free hand hovered just behind you.

They kept calling you human...you could only assume that it ment they weren't human. The both of you sat in a thick silence before you finally had the courage to ask them what they were. "What an interesting question! I can't remember the last time somebody bothered to ask. I'm a horrible beast, beyond your mortal comprehension." They ran a claw gently against your face, causing you to shiver. You tried to ask them what exactly that ment, but they shushed you. "First you refuse to talk, and now you talk too much." They mumbled teasingly. "Just don't think about it too much, focus on trying to remember where you live so I can get you back." They set you back down into the coat and reached into their pocket. They pulled out something you couldn't exactly see, and hovered their cupped hand over you for a moment.

Before you knew it, a few apples came raining down on top of you. You cried out in surprise and tried to avoid getting hit, though you still got knocked on the head a few times. "Oh- snrk- sorry, I didn't think that totally through." They snickered at your dumbfounded expression. "Eat an apple or two, I'd assume it's been a bit since you've eaten and I don't want you going hungry." They instructed, poking your stomach. You picked up one of the apples and began to eat as they stared at the fire in silence, no noise between either of you besides the occasional awkward crunch from the fruit. You managed to eat an apple and a half before you deemed yourself full enough, slowly beginning to climb out of the coat. They turned to you just before you made it completely out, and you were grabbed once again.

"You're a restless one..did you need something?" They moved their hand to lay it flat, staring down at you. You shook your head and they playfully rolled their eyes. "If you can't keep to yourself, at least somewhat, maybe I should eat you up again, yeah? I mean, it'll keep you from running around." They suggested, ruffling your hair gently with a finger. You tried to swat their finger away but to no avail, freezing when what they were saying finally registered. You wanted to argue but you were once again lost for words. "No objection? Really? Huh..you must've liked it, then." They grinned, grabbing the back of your shirt with their other hand.

They lifted you up, almost agonizingly slow, to dangle just above their gaping mouth. Now that you could see properly, those teeth looked much bigger than you originally thought. A chill rattled down your spine and you stared directly down into the dark cavern. From one cave to another..it would almost be laughable if you weren't so deeply confused. At first you thought you were going to be lowered in, but you had a rather rude awakening when suddenly they let go of your shirt. You plummeted down into their awaiting mouth, their jaws again closing quickly as soon as you reached your destination.

They didn't waste any time, beginning to shove you around the dark prison. They gently pushed you up against the back of their teeth and began to lick your face. The tip of their tongue suddenly pushed against the top of your head and you were trapped beneath their tongue. "Not as bitter as before, which is nice. It really allows your true flavor to shine through, I think." Their voice made you tremble, shaking the world around you, before you were scooped back up by their tongue and planted face first right onto the middle of it. They didn't give you any time to gather your bearings before you were gulped down, put through the same experience as last time. It wasn't nearly as awful, thankfully. At least you'd somewhat expected it this time around.

You closed your eyes tightly as you were squeezed and pushed downwards, finally sliding back into their stomach. This was all too familliar, even if it was only your second time. You could feel them begin to move and you tumbled around slightly as they moved sideways- you could only assume to lay down. The stomach around you shifted and indented as they laid, making the space around you a bit more restricted than last time. "Alright, I'm gonna close my eyes for a bit. When I wake up, we'll take ya to that town I found." Angel informed you. You supposed you had no other choise..slowly laying down and closing your eyes once more. Maybe this wasn't such a terrible situation after all.

[hrtz4alex2211]

80's make-out session M.S 

pairing: matt sturniolo x reader

summary: you and your boyfriend, matt, love music. when your relationship first started you had declared '80's make-out session' by dacelynn to be 'your' song. and anytime you head it. you had to full on make out. no matter where.

warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of drugs, making out, fluff, fluff, and more fluff

alex / announcements: sorry if this is bad its rlly my first fluff 

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you and matt have been dating for about two months. your first date was at at park and you had played a song '80's makeout session' by dacelynn and from there it had been declared 'your' song. 

right now you and matt were hanging out at him and his brothers house. nick and chris knew of this tradition you two had. they obviously found it disgusting. but they let it slide anyway. 

your other friends however, they had not a clue in the world what they would get into playing a what they thought was a simple song. 

you were all sitting on the couch of the Sturniolos Boston house. you and matt were sitting on the far left watching your phone together. your other friends were spread across the couch. madi nate chris and nick were bickering over something stupid. 

"LETS PARTY." madi randomly announces. standing up and running to the speaker that sat on the counter of the kitchen. 

"wait- party?!" you ask looking up from your phone to see what you and matt were missing. when you look up you see madi on her phone looking for what you think is "party" music to blast through the house.

boy were you wrong. 

she turns on the music and starts playing some billie eilish oh, okay then you think as you start standing up to join nick and madi in the kitchen. 

-

everyone has been chilling. smoking weed, drinking, and singing the songs that have been playing for a couple minutes now, as the current song ends and the next one starts playing you instantly recognize the beat and pause.

"i wanna be somebody"

"somebody to you"

"what happened alex?" madi asks as she notices you completely stopped what you were doing. you look over at matt and see that he was already looking at you 

"you have the sweetest eyes"

"and i cant lie"

"okay what's happening here?" madi questions 

"oh fuck everyone close their eyes if you don't wanna see a nasty makeout" chris says as he also realizes what song is playing. 

"what do you- OH GROSS" nick screams as he releases what chris ment. 

you and matt finally reach the part towards the middle of the song and he grabs your face pressing a firm kiss on your lips 

"i want an 80's make-out session"

"with lame chord progressions"

you immediately reciprocate his actions kissing him back pledging into a full make-out with your boyfriend. 

"GET A FUCKING ROOM MATT." nick yells pushing you two towards matts room. 

you two laugh as you make your way into matts room 

you just really wanted an 80's make-out session with your boyfriend

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a/n did i write this yesterday? yes... am i just now posting it because i forgot? also yes.

THIS IS KINDA SHITTY BUT HERE!!! 

2 posts in one week is lwk crazy.... 

@k4tixzz @sturni0l0

[emdotcom]

Bones & coffins & decomposition!!! ❤️ 💕💖!!!

[iknowthegammer]

Rick: Hey Jerry! Have you ever heard of Raid Shadow Legends?

Jerry: no I haven’t what’s that?

Rick: Is a stupid mobile app about fighting and going through dungeons with these sick ass dumb*ss looking characters OH do you know this funny bone man named-

Papyrus: I know I know it’s my brother sans.. I am not going to be in this situation anymore..

Rick: also they make money to tell YouTubers use their ads in the videos so when they ended up paying all of their money on stupid crap and is quite funny!

Jerry: Rick I forgot to mention..

Rick: What did you ment-

Jerry: why the f*ck are you promoting this garbage game

Rick: Geez that’s rude to say that but look what about Amon-

Jerry: N O

Rick: alright I think that’s enough for talking.. what about eating some “priglins”-

Jerry: it is pronounce “Pringles”?

Rick: …I will go and get Morty! Hey Morty-Hey!

Jerry: thank god I am alone.. Time to eat some sandwi-

Rick: JERRY I AM SANDWICH RICK.. YEEESSS.. YEEAAAHHH!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-

Jerry: AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

BONUS SCENE: Rick Slaps Jerry In the Face of GROUND

Rick: Jerry.. I am so bore- I gonna kill you..

*Rick Slaps Jerry to the face on the ground meme plays*

[im-feral]

My substitute teacher ships bunny no way?!?!

so not that long ago my class had a substitute teacher and the sub we had teaches our class often and I'll call him mr S. So me and my friend were sitting next 2 each other and we were meant 2 be doing work right but b4 I had told my friend abt how I did a sp ship tierlist 💀 and than she went on2 teirlist maker and started doing a sp ship tierlist, than mr S comes up behind us and is like "what r u ment 2 be doing" or smt I cant remember and my friend switches tabs 2 her work and she says "im just doing my work" and he says "no go back 2 the tab u were on" so she gos back on2 the tierlist and he says smt like "oh is that sp?" then my friend says "yeah I'll start doing my work now" than mr S gos "nah screw ur work" than he just clicks the tab w/ the tierlist me and my friend r just in shock and im holding back tears than he says 2 me and my friend and says like "so r these relation ships or friendships?" and my friends says "friendships" and im just sitting there wondering wtf was going on and looking @ my other friends on the table and they also look really confused and he starts going through the tierlist and see's the ship @ the very top in OTP and hes like "wats that ship?" and my friend says "its called dip" i think she said that or smt i dont know nad than he starts talking abt creek and he says "didnt that jittery kid and um stan like hav a relation ship in that 1 episode" and me and my friend were really confused 4 a second than 1 or us says "do u mean tweek and craig?😭" than he instantly says "yeah" and i thought he was gonna be like agenst the gays or smt but aparently not than he gos back 2 talking abt the ship tierlist and he surprizingly says "i really like uh butters i think and kenny" and me and my friend just stared @ eachother and btw he wasnt talking abt him liking the characters individuly he was talking abt them like as a relationship me and my friend started bursting out laughing and he just looked @ and said smt along the lines of "wats so funny?" and i maneged 2 say through tears "its nothing its just and inside joke we hav" or smt i dont know than the my other friends on my table started laughing than he said "ok get back 2 ur work now" than he walks away than we end up doing our work and a bit later while were eating lunch my friend that was also sitting on the table asks him "wats ur fav sp quote?" and he says "my fav quotes gotta be screw u guys im going home" and the whole table starts looking @ me and 1 of my friends says "hah thats wat (my name) says when they log of discord" and than my friend that asked wat his fav sp quote was says "my fav quote is oh my god they killed kenny u basterds!" and i just look at my him like u just said basterd in front of the teacher dude wtf and i thought mr S was gonna say smt abt my friend saying basterd but he didnt say anything and than we all just went on with our day and now my school just started having our schoo holiday for 2 weeks but next term were gonna hav him as a teacher for the first 4 weeks and now me and my friend that was doing the tierlist call him the bunny shipper but ot 2 his face. So that's the story of how I found out that my sub teacher watches sp and Ships Bunny and Creek 10/10.

Edit: i forgot 2 include this but he also said he thought wendy and cartman was a good ship 😭

[radio-navlee]

Maybe some lee!trent ler!duncan ?

sure thing! Expect I don’t rlly know how to write for Trent… so this might be a little.. sloppy? (Omg I completely forgot I was writing this, if it comes out like 2 months after requested I’m so sorry!!)

Duncan sat on the dock of shame with one leg dangling off the edge and the other proped up to rest his chin on. He heard foot steps from behind him but didn’t bother to pay attention to them. The foot step slowly stoped which made Duncan turn to face who was standing behind him.

“oh, it’s just you,” Duncan said with boredom in his voice

“Just me? What does that mean? Did you expect there to be a pack of wild bison?” Trent laughed

“Dude, we’re in Canada.. also I ment ‘Just you’ bc any other guy would be less boring!” Duncan groaned,

“Oh whatever! Would u rather it be me or Owen?”

“Hmm..” Duncan hummed pretending to think, “I think…”

“Alright! You proved your point!” Trent rolled his eyes as Duncan laid a soft smile on his face. Trent sat down next to him and thought for a moment.

“You and Courtney huh? Hows that going down?” Trent said nudging Duncan with his elbow

“Me and Courtney? How about you and Gwen?”

“Well…..”

“Well?”

“I don’t really think she’s into me a whole lot!”

“You’ve got to be the most. Blind. Per-son. On- the. Plan-et!” Duncan joked poking Trent with each word he said

“Sure she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve seen, her personality it awesome and she’s just a great girl over all! I’d do anything for her just to notice me once!”

“Damn you’re down bad!” Duncan said giving him a look,

“Im not as down bad as you, you’d do the same with Courtney!” Trent said, getting defensive

“noho-way! I’d never, her perfect brown hair the way her eyes stare daggers at me, I’d-“

“See! That! You like Courtney!”

“What? No, I just…..” Duncan turned away thinking

“You just?” Trent said in a mocking voice,

“Shut up man!” Duncan smiled a bit punching into Trent’s arm

“Hey!” Trent smiled back punching Duncan harder.

This then turned into a wrestling match where Duncan pinned Trent down laughing

“Youre weak! Did you know that?” Duncan said

“No, I didn’t! T-thanks for that information!” Trent said struggling under Duncan, kicking the dock with his feet and arching his back to try to get up. (It didn’t work)

eventually Trent brought his leg up to his stomach so he could kick Duncan off him. Not wanting to hurt him, Trent lightly nudged his foot into Duncan’s stomach.

“Duhuhude!” Duncan laughed releasing one of Trent’s arms to stop the foot tickling into his stomach

“W-hat?” Trent said still struggling to get the upper hand

“Don’t do that!” Duncan said kinda quiet

“What? This?” Trent asked wiggling his foot again into Duncan’s stomach

Duncan’s eyes widened, trying not to giggle, grabbed and pushed Trent’s foot back down.

“Yehes! That!”

Trent easily connected the dots, Duncan’s ticklish, stomach ticklish, foot tickle stomach, Duncan embarrassed.

“Why? Does it tickle?” Trent said in a baby mocking voice.

“Shut! Up! You’re so loud!” Duncan said shushing Trent, looking around paranoid.

“Oh, I’m loud! Oh oh sor-ry!” Trent said annoyed

“yeah! You are loud!” Duncan said pinning Trent’s arms again

He gave Trent a smug, I’ll make you pay, smile. Trent panicked, squirming under Duncan and looking for an opportunity to try to get away, it was too late.

“Duncan! I don’t know what you plan to do,” Yes he did, Trent knew what he was about to do. “But I’m begging you this is not the right way to handle things!”

“oh? Is it? I’ll show you loud!” Duncan said before using 1 hand to pin Trent and the other to scribble into Trent’s stomach

“AHaha! Wahahait! Duncan!!” Trent giggled, his stomach wasn’t his worst spot, but it kinda embarrassed Duncan seeing how little he reacted compared to him.

Duncan moved his fingers up to his armpits, Trent’s laughter raised a bit but not as much as Duncan wanted it to raise.

“Ohohokahay!! YoOhou made your POHOint!” Trent laughed, using his legs to kick Duncan in the back. It was a good try but all it felt like is if somebody tapped you on the shoulder to ask a question.

Duncan still wanting the satisfaction of showing how loud Trent can get, he moved down.

“waitwaitwaitwaitwait!! If yohour doing whahat i think you’re dohoing- DUNCAN!” Trent pleaded for Duncan’s attention, too bad Duncan had other plans.

Duncan squeezed Trent’s hips, causing Trent to let out a squeaky laughter.

“DUNCAN!! I-IHIHI-I! PLEHEHEAHASE!!” Trent stoped trying to kick Duncan, instead he started to kick dock harder.

“So you are loud?” Duncan gave Trent a cheeky grin

“YEHEAHASS!! YEHEHAS!! PLEHEHASE LET ME GOHAHAHA!!” Trent screamed,

Duncan quickly stoped, not wanted to get caught by the other campers. Trent pulled his arms down to try to rub away the tickles, eventually just hugging his middle and giggling to himself.

“What’s wrong? Was somebody too loud?” Duncan mocked

“Shuhuhut! It!” Trent panted out still catching his breath.

After Trent recovered, he and Duncan just sat in silence for a while. But Trent just had to say something

“So are you gonna act like that whole thing was caused because you were too embarrassed to admit you were ticklish?” Trent asked, smiling when he saw Duncan’s face turn from a ‘whatever’ to a ‘Oh shit’

"I wouldnt say that!" Duncan say quick, thinking of other excuses in case Trent were to ask more question.

“Calm down, I was just messing with you!” Trent chuckled poking Duncan's stomach. Duncan gasped and stared at Trent, Trent just smiled and got up to leave.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Trent waved leaving Duncan to think to him self.

(God this took so long to write for no reason! I also completely forgot about it for a good month! Sorry Kasey!!)

[gh0st-car]

Skating

Karl x Climber fanfic

Written by: Gh0st_Car

Repost from AO3

Climber sat underneath a tree that had no more leaves on it. It was cold out and there was snow on the ground. Clarice left a few hours ago because it was cold and Climber sat alone. Climber couldn't make his own heat or feel temperatures very much so he didn't really care if there was snow on him. The snow was nice, it looked foggy almost and the night was not too bright but also not too dark. Perfect, well… maybe Clarice was here then it would be perfect “I wish Clarice was here” Climber thought boredly and zoned out as he watched the snow fall slowly.

 

Karl was walking around the snowy amusement park for a while all alone till he found Climber daydreaming under a tree. The statue made his way over to Climber and Karl noticed how Climber looked like a normal mannequin when he's just sitting there, not doing anything, slightly covered in snow and his drawn-on eyes blank, almost like he was an empty husk.

 

"Oh! Why, hello, cloth guy!" Karl said with a smile and sounding like he was a little happy to see the mannequin. The pirate bent down to Climber who jolted a little by the suddenness of Karl's voice. "Hello, Karl" Climber said, sounding a little tired but he gave Karl a smile in return.

 

"So… Climber, what do you say to going ice skating with me?" The pirate asked, mainly because he didn't want to look like a dumbass by himself on the ice. and Climber tilted his head in confusion and curiosity "What's ice skating?" "Hm… How about I show you?" Karl said as he grabbed the mannequin's plush gloved hand and pulled him up onto his feet. “S-sure..?” Climber said but he kinda didn’t have much of a choice.

 

Karl pulled Climber over to a frozen lake that was not very far from the amusement park. It must be the middle of December because it's been snowing heavily lately and the snow was up to both Karl's and Climber's ankles but it's good the two couldn't feel cold. Karl got rid of some of the snow on the ice so he could skate and he got some shitty skates a while ago from Rachel when they were together.

 

Karl held onto Climber's hand to make sure he followed. Climber smiled and asked with a somewhat chipper voice "Where are we going?" The pirate looked back at Climber slightly and said as he tightened his hold on the mannequin's hand a little and said "The lake! It's perfect weather for skating." Climber didn't know what weather ment but it was perfect apparently so he followed Karl happily. It probably wasn't the perfect weather because you could get frostbite from being out for too long but I suppose that is alright weather because it's cold.

 

The statue grabbed a duffle bag out from under a tree and dusted off a bunch of snow that was on top of it because it had been sitting there for a while. Karl almost forgot about the skates but he was bored. Karl unzipped the bag and Climber looked at the skates that were inside curiously. "What are those?" Climber asked and pointed at skates in the bag. "Their skates! For ice skating" Karl said plainly and took a pair of skates and handed it to Climber as he said "Put these on!"

 

Climber grabbed the skates and examined the somewhat dull blades of the skates and sat down on the snowy ground and took off his shoes to put the skates on his feet. Karl already put the skates on and tied the laces but Climber didn't tie the laces because he doesn't know how to tie. "Ya need help with those?" Karl asked as he pointed at Climber's skate laces and the mannequin said with a smile "Yes please." Karl got down on his knees and grabbed Climber's foot and started tying his skates.

 

Climber smiled and watched as Karl tied the laces of his skates. The mannequin hummed a quiet tune as Karl tied his skates. The statue was finally done and stood up on his skates easily and the somewhat deep snow was kinda helping Karl stand up. "Thank you" Climber said as he noticed how his feet felt really heavy with the bulky skates on. The mannequin stood up but he almost fell over because he has never put on skates and he was a little clumsy sometimes. Karl quickly caught Climber and said with a slight teasing tone "Woah! We're not even on the ice yet" the pirate chuckled and slowly led Climber to the frozen lake that was probably just a few yards away but it took a little longer than expected because Climber kept almost falling and if Climber had bones he probably would have broken his ankles already.

 

Karl was the first to step onto the ice and he softly pulled Climber and slowly started to skate with the mannequin's plush gloved hands in his cold stone hands so Climber wouldn't fall and eat shit. The mannequin's poorly drawn-on eyes were glued to the ground and his feet but Karl's were simply watching Climber's face and how it changed a little with every movement he made. Concentration and a little bit of nervousness was painted all over Climber's face and Karl didn't dare to speak because he knew Climber would definitely fall and pull Karl down with him.

 

Climber slowly but surely, got more comfortable with skating on the ice and Karl slowly get go of Climber soft hands and he skated away from Climber a little so they didn't hit each other but Climber didn't make it very far from where the pirate let go of him because he almost immediately fell on his face. Karl skated over and knelt down and said with a smile "Climber? Are you alright down there?"

 

Climber looked up at Karl and the statue held out his hand and Climber took it and Karl stood up a little too fast and fell down, pulling Climber down with him. The statue fell on his ass and Climber fell beside Karl with a soft thud sound and he made a quiet "woah" sound. Karl was praying nobody could see them. Karl stood up and tried to get over his embarrassment and helped Climber up again.

 

"Are you okay?" Climber asked and smiled and Karl blushed in embarrassment but it wasn't visible because he was a statue and he wanted to look away from Climber's gaze. "Uh… yeah. I'm fine, don't worry about it" Karl said, sounding almost like he was a little bothered/embarrassed. "Alright" Climber smiled and Karl tried to start skating backwards again while holding Climber's hands and he looked at the ground and at both of their skates. Karl kept overthinking when he fell, thinking to himself "What if Climber thinks I'm bad at skating??" "What if he thinks I'm an idiot?" "Fuck. I'm a fucking idiot"

 

After a few minutes, Karl kinda got over the embarrassment of simply falling over. Climber was not really thinking about much, mostly about not falling. Karl looked up at Climber's face and smiled slightly as he took note of the face that Climber had when focusing on something. Karl could swear he felt his face grow warm and a heartbeat in his chest but he was a statue so that would be impossible. slowed down on skating with Climber slightly before coming to a full stop. Climber looked up from the ground to the statue’s face curiously and he smiled at Karl and asked “Um… Karl? Is there something wrong?” Karl stared at Climber’s silly drawn-on face, his uneven eyes, the soft fabric that was his skin, the small bit of snow on his helmet and the falling snow around them, a simple word bubbles up from deep inside Karl’s cold stone chest, creating a non-existing warmth inside his hollow body and landing gracefully into Karl’s head, Beautiful. Karl felt the need to push it deep down and get rid of this feeling but it was exciting in a way, comforting almost.

 

Karl stayed silent as he took in Climber’s details and Climber stared back, confused on why Karl was staring at him for so long. Take the chance, do it, if you can do it once you can do it again, Karl’s head yelled and he took a deep breath in as he laced his hand with the mannequin’s and moved one of his hand up to caress Climber’s cheek. Karl could feel a strange fast beating in his chest. Climber watches Karl’s movements curiously and the mannequin puts his free hand on the statue’s shoulder so he doesn't fall. Karl couldn’t believe what he was doing, it felt terrifying and intimate, Rachel was the only person he’s ever done something like this with but that felt so long ago. Karl shudders a little in nervousness and leans in.

 

Karl kissed Climber with passion and he could feel a weird warmth on his cheeks and face and he felt Climber lean back a little. Fuck. Did he mess up? Did he ruin their friendship like this? Karl slowly parts from the kiss and looks into Climber’s now shocked eyes. Karl and Climber stared at each other and the pirate started feeling embarrassed and a little bit of shame and Karl’s hand dropped from Climber’s cheek. “Uh… sorry…” Karl said awkwardly as he avoided eye contact with the mannequin but Climber pulled Karl into a kiss and the pirate jolted a little in surprise.

 

Climber held Karl as he kissed him. Karl slowly leaned into the kiss and he couldn’t help but smile a little at the feeling of excitement and the warm feeling in his face and chest. Climber pulled Karl even closer and the statue wrapped his arm around the mannequin’s waist. Karl’s head was screaming at him as he kissed Climber passionately, Karl kissed Climber again and again, a quiet noise came from Climber and Karl could feel his legs go weak and a little bit wobbly. Karl’s senses felt all numbed and all he could focus on was the kiss. Karl finally broke off the kiss and let go of Climber as he tried to step away from him but falling down onto the ice. Karl forgot he was on the ice and he laid there, his face feeling hot and Climber ended up falling down as well because he had nothing to hold onto.

 

Climber slowly crawled off the ice and took off his skates and put on his shoes and ran back to the amusement park as Karl laid there on the ice. Karl wasn’t sure if Climber ran off in embarrassment or fear or all of the above but he couldn’t really think right now because his mind felt fuzzy. Karl smiled softly.

Writers notes: I didn't reread this soooo.... uh... I'm not good at writing :(

I accidentally put this in queue and I don't know how to get it out so I'm just gonna post this ig...

Bye bye!