#omg i hope this is okay i am not used to writing a shy reader and i can't relate LOL

[tojiswhore-aventurinesslut]

can i request for jingyuan x shy pillow princess reader? :)c

Omg yes this is my first request that isn't from a mutual I'm so excited and flattered 😭 I really hope you enjoy it!!

Not So Bad, Is It?

Warnings: NSFW, little bit of praise (he calls reader good girl), unprotected sex, fingering and oral (f receiving)

Word Count: 2.1k i was just writing idk what happened ☠

Under the cut!

"Come on, let me see your face." Jing Yuan cooed, hovering above you.

You were both in your underwear, and your face was beet red.

His erection was so prominent against the tightness of his briefs, you immediately hid your face in embarrassment the moment you saw it. It's not like you were a virgin, but seeing his desire so shamelessly displayed had you hiding your face behind your hands.

"Nuh-uh." You responded, giving a little shake of your head.

"But it's so beautiful. I want to see exactly how you look when I make you cum on my tongue."

You sucked in a breath at the thought, legs tightening around him.

Jing Yuan began planting kisses over your hands and then down to your neck, nuzzling his way under your arm and forcing one of your hands away.

He looked at you, smiling wider as you cracked an eye open at him.

"See? Not so bad, is it? Now how about removing the other one."

You huffed a sigh and brought both of your hands down, covering your chest in the process.

"Oh now don't do that." he said, looking at your cleavage compressed against your chest. He sat back on his knees and reached out to grab your hands, interlacing his fingers with one as he kissed the inside of your wrist on the other.

You bit your lip, face growing redder at how exposed you felt, not being able to look him in the eyes. Jing Yuan was nothing if not an attentive lover, so he picked up on your hesitation immediately.

"We don't have to go any further if you don't want to." He said earnestly.

You took a breath, "It's not that I don't want to keep going. I'm just not used to....all that." You said, gesturing towards his erection. He was well-endowed, that's for sure. It sent tingles down your spine but also made you look away.

Jing Yuan paused for a moment before giving a hearty laugh.

"All that? Well don't worry," he let go of your hands and crawled back over your body to meet your face, "you can just lay there and let me take care of everything."

He planted a kiss at the corner of your mouth and worked his way down your neck to your breasts. He had already fondled and played with them earlier when you were both making out, but now instead of grabbing the one that wasn't in his mouth, his hand kept moving further down to slide over your mound.

You sighed and tangled your hands in his hair as his thumb lightly rubbed your clit through the thin cloth of your panties.

You opened your legs wider and tipped your head back and his fingers poked at your entrance, feeling around at the wetness that was dripping from you. He moaned around your nipple as he sunk a finger in and your back arched off the bed.

He briefly glanced at your face as he switched to your other breast and curled his finger inside you and rubbed his thumb in a circle. Your eyes were closed and you were biting your lip, trying to stifle your moans.

Well that won't do, he thought, and added another finger as he started pumping them both in and out of you.

You couldn't help but moan that time, his fingers stretching you out and reaching places you couldn't yourself.

"Mm, that's more like it." He hummed against your nipple.

You blushed and tried biting your lip again to stifle yourself, but Jing Yuan wasn't having it.

He detached from your nipple and abruptly took his fingers out of you, but before you could ask why he stopped, he was settling his head between your legs and eating your pussy like a man starved.

He licked and sucked at your clit with a fervor that had you throwing your head back and moaning loudly, unable to control yourself.

He moaned in response against you, the vibrations of it heightening the pleasure you were feeling. He dipped his tongue down into your entrance, licking at your walls and curling his tongue inside of you while his thumb went back to playing with your clit.

Your moans were coming faster now and your breathing was heavy. You could feel yourself almost reaching that peak of release and you couldn't stop squirming under him, your body naturally reacting to his stimulation and trying to cross that threshold into explosive bliss.

You covered your mouth to quiet yourself as you felt that knot in your stomach about to snap, but the moment you did, Jing Yuan stopped.

You looked at him, panting and desperate, "Why'd you stop?"

"I want to hear you." He said, licking the wetness around his lips. You tasted divine. "Don't stifle yourself. There's nobody here but you and me. Be as loud as you want. Be louder, even."

"But-"

"No buts. That's an order." A sly smile crossed his face and you blushed even harder as his command made your pussy throb.

"O-okay."

"Good girl." And he immediately picked up where he left off. His demand and praise made you feel hot, and it wasn't long before you were once again on the brink of an orgasm, except this time you didn't bother covering your mouth.

Your moans spurred Jing Yuan on and he worked your pussy with his fingers as he shook his head over your clit, tongue dragging across it.

You came hard, hips bucking up with each wave of your orgasm that hit you. You moaned loudly through the whole thing, much to Jing Yuan's pleasure.

His cock throbbed in his briefs as he felt your walls clench and unclench around his fingers as you came, cum dripping out of you. A wet spot had formed in his briefs from how much precum he'd been leaking. He couldn't wait to replace his fingers with his dick and see just how loud he could make you scream.

As you came down from your orgasm Jing Yuan took his fingers out and sucked them clean. You were so dazed from your orgasm that you barely found it in you to be embarrassed. You couldn't believe how hard you came. Something about allowing yourself to moan and react freely made it so much more intense.

As you caught your breath Jing Yuan removed his briefs, stroking his cock as he watched the wet spot form under your cunt. Damn, you were going to feel so good around him, he thought.

When he looked up he caught you staring at him, or rather, maybe you caught him staring. Regardless he moved to crawl back over your body, his heavy erection resting over your clit and making you shudder.

"Are you ready to see just how loud you can be?" His question was genuine as he planted kisses across your neck.

"I-I- um" You stuttered at his question but also at the way his length was dragging across your clit as he slowly rocked his hips.

"Like I said, you don't have to do a thing," he kissed your flushed cheek, "just lay here," and your other one, "and let me make you feel good." He said against your lips before closing the distance and kissing you deeply. He moved his hips back so that his tip was at your entrance and you moaned into his mouth as he prodded at it.

You opened your legs wider, giving him permission, and he pushed his tip in, causing you both to moan against each other.

You ran your hands through his hair as his lips moved against yours and he slowly slid in, inch by inch, stretching your pussy and filling you up completely. When he finally bottomed out, he broke the kiss, both of you were panting hard.

"So good, and you took it all." He said as he tucked his head into the crook of your neck, sucking on the skin there.

He gave you a second to get used to his size, and when he felt your pussy flutter around him he began to move.

He pulled his hip back until he was almost completely out of you and then pushed back in in one slow, fluid movement.

"Oooohhhh" You groaned. The drag of him against your walls caused one long pleasureful ache in your pussy.

He did it again, savoring how easily he could slide in and out, both of you groaning in unison.

After the second one though he picked up his pace, pulling out but pushing back in faster and harder, causing his tip to hit your g-spot and making you yelp.

"Oh right there, huh?" He cooed breathily, snapping his hips into you again and pounding into that sweet spot over and over.

"Oh god... Jing Yuan." You moaned, tits bouncing as he pounded into you.

"Yes moan my name. Moan my name again."

He sped up, every thrust into you sending shock waves of pleasure to your core as you moaned his name with each one. You could hear his balls slapping against your ass with the force of each thrust and it heightened your arousal.

In the back of your mind you could feel your embarrassment at how loud you were being but the way he was making you feel. The way his cock was drilling into you and the way his pupils dilated when you said his name had you leaning into it.

Your own moans were bringing you close to orgasming with the same quickness as when he was eating you out. You could feel that familiar tightening as he built you up with each thrust.

"Fuck." He moaned as he felt your pussy tightening around him. It felt even better than he could have imagined and he could feel himself getting close too. He wanted to last longer but the way you were moaning his name and panting had him needing to bust right inside of you.

Jing Yuan moved so that he was no longer hovering over you and instead sitting back on his knees, holding both of your legs against his chest.

"Oh fuck, Jing Yuan, fuck." You had started bouncing between cursing and his name. He was going in so deep now and you could see the sweat drip down his chest and his abs flex as he fucked himself into you over and over again.

"Im gonna cum im gonna cum i'm gonna-" Your words were cut off by your orgasm. You arched off the bed as you came, screaming the general's name as you felt your entire body shatter. It was electric the way the pleasure radiated out to every nerve and you felt your pussy clenching and unclenching as your cum gushed around him.

Your screaming and orgasm pushed Jing Yuan over the edge and he was emptying everything he had into you, balls tight as rope after rope of his cum coated your walls white and your pussy milked him for all he had.

After a second, he released your legs and they fell on either side of him as he sat back on his calves. Both of you breathing hard.

You stared at the ceiling as you tried to come back to yourself. You had never cum that hard in your life. Nobody had ever made you lose yourself so completely. You were always so shy when it came to sex that even if it felt good you tried to keep quiet.

But something about Jing Yuan made that impossible. Even if he didn't tell you not to stifle yourself, you're not sure you would have been very successful anyways. You blushed when you thought about him telling you to moan his name.

Jing Yuan pulled himself out and moved to lay down next to you, propping himself up on his elbow.

"I think it's safe to say you enjoyed yourself, yes?" He traced his finger over your stomach as you still tried to catch your breath.

"Yeah...yeah I think so." You said, avoiding his eyes.

"Oh now that's not very convincing. I suppose I'll just have to make you scream even louder next time."

Your eyes widened and you covered your face with your hands again, embarrassed to think about how loud you must have been.

Jing Yuan laughed, "Oh come now I'm just teasing. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. And few things are better than knowing how good you make your partner feel; I've lived long enough to say that with some confidence."

You peaked at him through your fingers.

He radiated such a genuine warmth. It was easy to let your guard down around him, and you slowly moved your hands down.

He smiled at you before leaning in to kiss your forehead.

"There, not so bad, is it?"

[messylustt]

Heyy!! I Hope you’re doing well and have/had a great day🥰

I wanted to request a ghostface ethan x reader smut oneshot and to be honest I don’t really have a exact idea but I just love the way you write and portrait ethan and I also think you are one of the only ones that also write him as a Dom :)

Maybe you could throw in some degrading and choking or some public sex if ur comfortable with that ofc!

Here’s kind of a „idea“ but you don’t have to use it if you don’t want to:

Reader and Ethan are in the same friend group ofc but they really hate each other (Ethan is ghostface) and idk maybe when the ghostface attacks begin (scream 6) one time where reader is walking home or something she gets a call from ghostface (Ethan) and first he’s like trying to scare her but reader isn’t that intimidated since she survived before (scream 5) and she’s also a bad ass and then gf (Ethan) randomly starts flirting with her/ dirty talking and the reader kinda goes with it since she has a bit of a thing for gf and then when she’s in a ally gf pops up and it comes to smut somehow and just before reader is about to cum, Ethan reveals himself?

(Oh and I would still love to see the bickering and fighting with Ethan and reader before the gf smut? If that’s okay with you)

I am so sorry, that got so long omg- 💀

THANK YOU ALREADY IN ADVANCE!!🫶🏻

nothing's too long babe! love this plot. meanish banter is MWAH

behind the mask — ethan landry + reader ( scream ) : you don’t realise that ghostface is your enemy ethan until you’ve gone too far.

contents : slight choking, fingering, semi public sexual stuff (in an alleyway), enemies to kinda enemies who want to fuck, dub con, finger sucking. wc 2.7k

"Which brings us to our suspect list," Mindy spoke, as the entire group sat at a campus off to the side and away from prying ears.

Ethan mockingly coughs, before muttering your name. You shoot him glare. "I'm sorry, who here has survived a Ghostface attack, that's right, not you." You bite at Ethan, adjusting yourself on the bench.

Ethan rolls his eyes. "And you survived pathetically." He mutters.

"Excuse me?" You snap your head back to Ethans direction. You'd never liked this boy, almost too "innocent", and always playing the victim.

"The only pathetic one here is you, Ethan." You hated each other. You could never pinpoint why, just the fact that you did. And everyone knew it. Your smile would always drop when he walked in, your tone turning sour. And Ethan's comments became harsher the moment you said anything.

Chad was surprised by how heated Ethan's anger for you was. He'd never seen the boy say such mean things with such confidence, its like he was a different person when you were around.

"Alright, you two can bicker later." Mindy quickly chimed in, continuing on with her suspect list. She faced Ethan who still had a scowl on his face. "Ethan, the shy, dorky guy, whose so shy and dorky that no one would ever suspect him."

You scoff. "You left out sad and alone." You comment, making Ethan shoot you glare to which you mockingly smiled.

You turn your attention to Mindy. "Don't waste your time on him. He doesn't have the guts to be Ghostface."

Ethan was offended, more than by any other comment you'd thrown at him. Didn't have the guts? He internally scoffs. Maybe he should cut out yours to replace his supposed faulty ones.

As Mindy went to speak on Quinn's sexual habits, tagging her as a suspect, you could feel Ethan's eyes burning holes into the back of your head. You turn to him, narrowing your eyes, before muttering 'what?'

He narrows his own, dragging his gaze along your face. He leans closer to whisper. "You look like you came out of hell."

"Mm, and I'd love to send you there." You hissed back, staying quiet so as not to ruin Mindy's ranting. She can get quite mean when you interrupted her passions.

"You could try." Ethan says, as you turn your head to fully face him. Your faces were close, scowls very present.

"I would try and succeed, Ethan. We both know I'd win."

Ethan scoffs in your face. "You seem awfully confident."

"Again who here has survived a Ghostface attack?" You ask tilting your head. "I can promise it means I have a streak for winning, and I happen to be rather competitive." You lean even closer, whispering in his ear. "You don't stand chance, sweetheart." You mock out the pet name, noticing the way his body tenses. Most likely out of anger.

You lean back putting your full attention on Mindy.

;;

The streets were decently busy with costumed poeple, laughing and joking. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket. Bringing it out you didn't bother checking the number assuming it was someone from your friend group checking you got home. "I'm fine, just walking—"

"To your apartment, I know." But the voice isn't one of the twins or the sisters.

"I'm sorry, I thought this was someone else." You say, skeptically. You gaze around, trying to see if anyone looked suspicious with a phone. Then when he spoke again, you finally realised and recognised the voice.

"You won't find me." A deep chuckle follows. Ghostface. You immediantly straighten, feeling the familiar shivers wracking your spine.

You clench your jaw. "I don't have time for this."

"Oh, no, you have plenty of time." Ghostface replies. "Because all you're going to do, is walk home, take out another tub of icecream and stare at men you can never have on the screen."

You open and close your mouth, feeling partly offended and the other part nervous. How would he know that? "Why'd you call?" You steer the conversation elsewhere, but Ghostface doesn't seem to want to, continuing on.

"You'd be wearing those little shorts that cover nothing, with that top that shows just how cold you usually are." You pause, swiftly trying to spot him on the street.

"You don't know that."

"Don't I?" You clench your teeth, because you did wear shorts for bed, and yes, they may be on the looser side, but it's not like you went out that late. You stayed home alone. Or so, you had thought.

"You're a creep."

"You sound surprised." Ghostface replies. "You shouldn't be. Though I guess there isn't too much going on in the pretty head of yours."

A snarl edges your lips. "You think you're so high and mighty, being a copycat to murderers who lost." You remind him.

"It's called carrying on the legacy." He quickly remarks, making you scoff. You had quickened your steps across the streets, deciding it best to get inside your apartment and behind a locked door.

"That "legacy" as you call it, sucks." You say, hearing a chuckle in repsonse.

"Does it? Because if I remember correctly, you always felt a shiver run down your spine when you heard my voice." He pauses, his smile practically seeable. "And not in a terrible way at all."

You gulp. "Now you're just making up shit."

"Really?" Ghostface probes. "So you don't feel all hot right now? A small rush from speaking to me, one that makes you excited. You don't feel that?"

Your mouth has dried, as you try to cool your body down, noticing how it—especially your core—heated up as the conversation continued. "Well, I'm sorry to say. But you're wrong. Very wrong."

"Do you want me to find out?" Ghostface asks, making you stop your steps, swiftly glancing around, your chest starting to heave quicker. "Because I'm afraid, I don't believe you, sweetheart."

"Is this some new tactic. Get me vulnerable in a...different way."

"You think me flirting with you is a tactic? Poor girl."

You scoff. "That wasn't flirting."

"Was I too subtle?" He asks, his tone showing his enjoyment.

You grind your teeth, having to stop, as a large group of what appears to be Halloween market-goers blocking the path. "Excuse me." You try, pushing past people, but they don't budge making you scowl at them.

"Are you stuck?" You can hear Ghostface say on the other line. "Do you need help?"

"Hang the fucking phone up. And stop acting like some scary villain, when you're really just some third grader doing prank calls." You hiss, trying again to push past the loud crowd.

Ghostface chuckles, as you end up getting pushed aside against a stall, making you curse. "You seem to have a lot of incorrect assumptions." He begins. 'I'm getting quite offended here."

"Oh, I'm so sorry." You sarcastically say, trying again to weave through the growing crowd.

"You're rather mean actually." He mockingly pouts out.

"And you kill people. Are we done?" You ask, getting exasperated by the phone call and the rude people.

"Not even close." And then you hear the beep of an 'end of call', making you bring the phone away. But before you can do anything more, a hand grabs your arm yanking you through the crowd. You gasp as bodies collide with your fast moving one.

You can't see a thing before you're pushed up against a cold wall, finally away from the crowd, but now in a dark alleyway. You finally see the white mask of Ghostface as he cages you against the wall.

Your chest is heaving as your breathing stutters out, everything having happened extremely fast. Ghostface tilts his head as you hear a dark chuckle breaking through the modulator. "You are stupidly confident."

Words get caught in your throat as you try to swallow something down. "Aw, cat caught your tongue?" He coos, his gloved hand dragging across your neck, making your entire body stiffen. Everyone knew that if you got a call from Ghostface you were marked to die. And here he was, probably preparing to gut you.

You quickly shut your eyes, seeming the only thing you can control at the moment, because you weren't dumb enough to think you could bypass him and run. There's a moment where you just hear Ghostface's heavy breathing, as the distant sound of the halloween market goes on behind you both.

Then you feel the rough material of his glove slowly dragging across your bottom lip. You swiftly open your eyes shocked. You can feel your pulse beating everywhere—everywhere. You can't tell what Ghostface is thinking or where he's looking because of his stupid mask. You tried to see through the thin material made for the eyes but it's too dark to pinpoint anyone's eyes.

"So stupid." He quietly says, almost to himself as his finger drags across the in between of your lips, getting your spit on his finger. You don't know what to do. You don't know what's going on. Why isn't the knife inside you?

Then his hand leads down to grip your neck, beginning to tighten, as your hands quickly fly up to grab his wrist. His other hand is placed by your hip, keeping you trapped. "You're always so arrogant." He says, tightening a fraction. Your throat feels small as your breaths grow shorter.

You dig your nails into his arm and wrist trying to pull him off you. But he doesn't budge, his other hand now grabbing at your waist. "But also so dirty." He husks out, as he pulls your hips to press against his, making a choked gasp escape you. He finally loosens his hold on your throat, just enough so that air can get in much easier.

"What would your friends think, knowing you have a thing for a killer in a mask? The killer in a mask." He sneers, his hand at your waist travelling dangerously low, now reaching your inner thigh.

"What—" But you cut yourself off as Ghostface pulls your legs apart, lifting one to rest on his hip. Your eyes widen upon feeling how hard he is against your shameful, throbbing pussy. His hand drops down to feel your wetness through your panties, your skirt having bunched up by your hips at the compromising postion.

Your mouth is open in shock. Ethan behind the mask stares at you, as he feels just how turned on you really are. His chest is heaving, as his bulge begs for attention. Why was he grabbing you like this? He hated you. He had wanted to scare, if he ended up particually mad possibly kill you, hurt you maybe. But certainly not touch you.

But as he had begun to realise your very secret crush on Ghostface he used it to his advantage. But in the process of thinking what a slut you are, he began to think on how you could be a slut for him. Begging for him to touch you as pathetic whimpers and moans escaped you. How pathetic you'd look all for him.

His grip around your neck tightened before loosening, moving up to your open mouth as he stuck two fingers in, wanting to feel your mouth wrapping around them, wanting to see your spit on his glove. "Suck them."

Your eyes stayed wide, as you stared at the now very intimidating Ghostface. You slowly closed your mouth around his fingers as your tongue began to circle the tangy tasting farbic. "That's it..." He breathes as he began to thrust them in and out of your mouth, your spit now coating your lips as you sucked. "Look at you, such a slut for a mystery guy with a knife."

Behind the mask, his eyes had hooded, his cock now aching at the visual. You were powerless against him, and that rush made him, bypass your panties, reaching to drag his gloved finger right up your slit, spreading your wetness around. Your hips jolted into him as he rubs over your clit, a sound that seemed close to a whine coming out muffled through his working fingers.

As Ethan watched you suck his fingers, while he rubbed your aching pussy he felt this need to kiss you, lick up all the saliva that had drippled onto your bottom lip. But he couldn't take his mask of yet. He wanted you to know who was giving you so much pleasure when you were at your peak, begging for him. Ethan felt undeniably smug at the thought of you cumming onto his fingers. The boy you hated.

He then—as compensation for his waiting—thrusted a finger inside you without warning. "God—that was so easy. You're just that wet for me, that your little hole was so eager to let me in." His breath through the mask is by your ear as you shuddered. He pulled his now dripping fingers out of your mouth, spreading your spit across your bottom lip as your dazed gaze makes him move his hand to your neck, loving how small it felt in his grasp.

He grinned behind the mask as he added a second finger, pumping in and out of you. Your hands were gripping at his cloak, your mind a haze of pleasure, as you had begun to grind into his hand. "Fuck, your such a little slut, letting me finger you in an alleyway. Someone could find you, you know?"

A whimper escaped you as he curled his fingers inside you. "Such a naughty girl being so dirty for Ghostface."

"Shit—" You breathed harshly, as his thrusts quickened.

You could feel your stomach contgracting with your impending orgasm, and Ethan could tell by how hard you clenched around his fingers. He stopped inside you, making a pathetic whine leave your lips, your orgasm so so close.

"P-please." You say, breathless, as you try to thrust your hips into his fingers wanting friction. But Ethan just pushed you harder against the wall, keeping you still. He then brought his hand to his mask, finally thrusting his fingers into you again as you moan.

He pulled off his mask, not being able to wait before kissing you. You gasp through the kiss not having expected him to take of his mask, or feel his lips at all. Your eyes had immediantly shut as he sucked on your bottom lip, his tongue esploring your mouth eagerly.

And as he finally drew back, breath heavy, you met his gaze. You gasped with a mix of suprise, and pleasure. His fingers having quickened inside you. "What—" You choke, as Ethan grins, his curls a mess, as he stays pressed to your shaking body. "E-ethan?'

"Hi, y/n." He grins as your mouth opens in pleasure as you stutter out incoherently. "Shh," Ethan chuckles, curling his fingers inside you. "I didn't know you were such a slut." He says, as the sound of your arousel fills the otherwise distant noises.

"Actually that's a lie," He begins. "I knew how much of a slut you really were, having a thing for Ghostface..." He thrusts harder into you, your stomach tightening.

"Oh god— Ethan—" Pleasure crashes over you as your head hits back against the hard wall, your body shaking as your orgasm courses through you.

"Mm." Ethan hums as he slows inside you, continuing to watch as your face contorts in pleasure, all because of him. "I thought you hated me."

"I did. I do." You quickly say, as your body feels extremely heavy, your mind trying to wrap around the truth that was revealed.

Ethan shakes his head, leaning towards your ear, licking your earlobe. "Then why moan my name?"

"I—" You didn't know what to say. Because you had. And you had felt very far from hatred when you saw his familiar brown curls come into view.

Ethan felt powerful with how stuck you were. Physically and mentally. His breath tickled your now wet ear, his kitten licks having continued. "Do you wanna show me just how much of a crush you have on Ghostface, or do you wanna try and prove how much you hate me?"

You met his gaze and knew you were fucked. Physically and mentally.

A better way to put it would be entirely.

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[yesimwriting]

could maybe possibly do a blurb of farleigh being protective of bestfriend!reader like maybe someone was talking shit about her and before felix can even defend her farleighs beating him to it? idk if that makes sense but i love love LOVE your fics you’re SO GOOD at writing felix

this is the kind of thing farleigh would do by accident while drunk and then the reality of the situation would hit him so hard he'd decide to be sober for at least a week 😭

sidenote this was sooo fun to write omg

"Okay so it's--" Lacy (or Lizzie, or maybe even Lyla, Farleigh lost the girl's name at some point between between round 3 and 5) giggles as she squints at the tab. "It's--if we want to do an even split..."

She had been so happy to race to the bar when Felix first brought up leaving and continuing the night elsewhere. As if being the one to physically pick up the tab and hand over cash and cards to the clearly irritated bartender would cement her place, would make her a part of the night's inner workings.

The desperation had been so apparent that when Farleigh nudged your arm, you immediately whispered a sharp, "Stop it." You only react that strongly when you're already fighting for your life to keep your halo shiny.

"Hey." You extend the single syllable, voice hinting at a tipsiness that could explain your boldness. You're not exactly shy, but you tend to let the main group do as they please, content to do whatever as long as Felix is by your side. It's nauseating, but reliable.

"Do you mind if..." You trail off, lifting a hand to gesture towards the receipt. Lacy blinks, giving you a look that Farleigh's gotten used to. A subdued, jealous disdain.

Your ignorance would be endearing if this was some made for TV romcom. But it's not, so even though Farleigh knows that you mean your end of night comments that reek of insecurity because the new girls never like you, he'll still poke fun of you for it.

You let go of Felix's arm, walking forward until you're close enough to Lacy to read over her shoulder. You glance at the receipt, and then at the group. In less than a minute, you're announcing, "47 each."

Farleigh has been around you long enough to no longer be surprised. Tipsy division loses its shock value after awhile, and if Farleigh knows you well enough to no longer think twice about it, Felix definitely has no reason to be impressed. That doesn't stop Felix from beaming at you, expression truly lovesick. It's sweet enough to make Farleigh's stomach ache.

"A genius," Felix breathes, extending his arm as far as he can without falling off his stool, "My girl's a genius."

You try to glare, but there's too much softness in the look. "Am not." A response that could technically apply to the 'my girl' part as much as the 'genius' part. There's a hopeful beat in which the girls that aren't used to competing with you for Felix's attention seem to be waiting for a clarification that never comes.

Farleigh's lingering nausea is slightly alleviated by Lacy's pout. She must think that the praise and Felix's undivided attention should be hers. That they would be, if it wasn't for your interference. The thought feels laughable. Felix would have just as easily paid off the entire tab to avoid a frustrating debate. He isn't complimenting the solution, he's complementing you.

Felix pulls your hand towards you, pressing a kiss against your knuckles. "Next round's to you."

What's left of Lacy's mask of indifference crumbles. She glares briefly before remembering her place.

"Next round's somewhere else." You manage the correction through a soft giggle. "You wanted to go, remember?"

Felix blinks twice before nodding. Farleigh has a feeling that Felix's quick concession is more a result of his cousin's faith in you than his own memory. "Yeah, we're going..."

"To Austen's place, I think." Felix tugs on your arm, his attention more focused on squeezing your hand between both of his than actually figuring out what he's moving the group for. "It's closer to campus, he promised you weed."

Felix nods again, this time the motion a little more assured. He pulls on your arm gently. You laugh. "Lex."

"What?" The question is a halfhearted attempt at feigning innocence. Felix's free hand finds your other forearm. "Come here."

"Wait." Despite your protests, you do nothing to escape his grasp. "I have to--I have to go to the bathroom before we leave."

Felix frowns. Farleigh resists the urge to roll his eyes. "Y'want me to go with you? Show you where it is?"

"I'm okay," you mumble, voice sweet and slow as honey, "Stay here, figure out the cash thing. I'll be right back." Carefully, you untangle yourself from Felix's hold. "You have my purse, right?"

Felix lifts the small bag off his lap, a genuine hint of pride coloring his expression. The two of you get more unbearable by the day. "You need it?"

"No, but you can take out my wallet so no one has to wait for me to get back."

Okay, Farleigh actually has to roll his eyes at that. It's a routine that you insist on, trying to pay even though it's clear that Felix would rather you not even attempt to touch a wallet. That's what makes the least sense about you, Felix lets you get away with not giving him what he wants.

"It'll be settled by the time you get back."

Your eyes narrow at his wording. "That doesn't sound like--"

"Lovie, go before we leave you here."

An empty threat. Felix would sooner lose the group than abandon you for a second. You roll your eyes, but seem to accept defeat. "You're impossible."

Farleigh smiles to himself before you can disappear into the crowd, "Kept woman, are we?"

You flip him off without looking back. The joke is typical. The topic would be cruel if you couldn't afford to keep up, but you're from enough money to sustain your own nightlife. You're not from a wealth that equals the Cattons, but the father you're always hesitant to mention works in finance. Farleigh doesn't have the details, but it's clear that you're comfortable enough to not need Felix's charity. Unlike Oliver.

"Was it just me or was that '47' a little...?"

To Lacy's credit, she's smart enough to realize that openly insulting you would only alienate Felix, so instead of embracing the clumsiness of her friend's comment, she brushes a strand of hair off her shoulder. "She's nice," she hums, "A little loud, but nice."

"Loud as in her voice or what she's wearing?"

Vultures picking at bones, too ravenous to consider tact. They'll attack whatever they can think of in an attempt to cope with the fact that you're the one with Felix wrapped around your finger. Farleigh knows that's all it is, and yet it digs at him.

Your outfits, your uncertainty in certain social situations. Those are all fair shots, fair comments for Farleigh to make.

"Clara," Lacy mumbles, an attempt at virtue signaling.

"No," the patience in Felix's voice seems to drain them of their good humor, "Answer the question. Explain what you meant."

Lacy laughs once, the sound awkward and strained. Her uncertainty is oddly gratifying. "Oh, nothing, really." She tilts her head, eyes innocent yet alluring as she stares at Felix. "She's sweet, really Felix, I like her. She's darling." The last sentence is said the same way one would to describe a puppy. "But she--she's not like us." Lacy takes a step forward. "C'mon Felix, you know what I mean."

"No, I don't."

"Lacy means," Farleigh's own voice surprises him, "That she's the kind of girl you actually go home with, and Lacy isn't."

Wow. Okay, technically true because you do go home with Felix, it just--accuracy feels like the least important part of what just came out of his mouth. Farleigh can't tell who's more shocked--Lacy and her gaping friend, Felix, or himself. Did he--did he just defend you of all people?

He blinks. You, the voice of reason that's always willing to point out when gossip crosses the line between catty and cruel, who maintains a 4.0 without trying, who paints their nails bright colors, who scrapbooks. That's who Farleigh stood up for?

This could be the rockbottom alcoholics always talk about.

"Lizzie," her friend begins sharply, "I think our--our friend's waving us over."

With that, Lizzie-not-Lacy and her friend abandon their places by the bar in favor of the anonymity of the center of the bar. Farleigh's too distracted by self disgust to note their expressions.

Felix steps towards him awkwardly, eyes unable to meet his. "That was--uh, good of you, mate."

Farleigh lets Felix's praise have its usual affects for a brief moment, embracing the warmth as Felix throws an arm around his shoulders. Then, reality hits Farleigh all over again. One word about this, and you'll be making him a friendship bracelet. "If you tell her about this, I'm telling her about how you didn't shut up about her all of Christmas break."

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[pet-pet-peet]

Omg!!! Your latest post!! Its so freaking cute that I HAVE to request for part 2!! You don't have to write it. After that night, the reader start to have feelings for Lilia and they don't know what those feelings are so she start to avoid him again! Lilia got tired of this and did something that made her blush soooooo red!!! I hope you know where I'm going with this fluffy cloud plot!

P. S congrats!!

Thank yoouu! Omg this sounds so cute, I can’t even haha

* This is female reader, but I generally don’t use many gendered terms in my writing..just know that I’ll opt more for feminine ones if I add any (aka, probably good for anyone, but the occasional gendered term will be female)

I am trying to go through my drafts and post the ones I had done, this will not be inspired by canon!

Previous

Tw: shy reader, but not like super stuttery just very nervous and anxious; a bit ooc- but like…my simp heart, you can't blame me; kind of cheesy-

Pairing(s) Lilia x female reader who’s too shy to ask him to take her to the sky with him

It just wasn't fair- not fair at all. You would have imagined forming a bond with someone, who used to make you so timid, would cause more comfort. In your case, however, your true feelings began to sprout instead; they intensified the nerves. Anytime you were found by the fae, anytime he called out your name or lingered close, your heart lit abuzz. You couldn't shake the heat shrouding your nerves, the warmth in your face. It's grown to ridiculous levels, in your mind- just hearing his name caused you to cease functioning. As a result, you started avoiding him again. Ever since Lilia flew with you, he started talking with you more; walking you to your classes or dorm, passing notes via bat in history. You began to bond more and more, which is what originally caused your current predicament. Anything he did was enchanting to you, from his terrible cooking to his sly attitude when challenged. It made you feel like a stupid, cliche, lovesick fool; you didn't like it. You had enough to worry about. There were so many responsibilities you had to take care of, you didn't have time to fall in love. It was just a distraction, one you needed to distance yourself from. So you did just that. And it didn't go unnoticed. Lilia would patiently listen to your stuttered excuses, your reasons to not be around him. He would watch you turn a corner and immediately retreat back when you made eye contact with him. You began ignoring his notes in class, and cleverly found ways to avoid him on your way to your dorm. He didn't like it at all, but not because he craved your attention. He didn't like that you were holding in your emotions, he wanted to help you learn to be more open to how you feel. Most of all, he wanted you to communicate that with him over you avoiding him. "Gao~!" He yelled, appearing in front of you at the end of class, just before you could leave. He laughed at your little gasp of shock. "My dear, that was quite an adorable reaction! Perhaps I shall spook you more from now on?" You cleared your throat and avoided looking into his eyes. "Um..okay. I have to go, though..so.." Lilia frowned as he watched you fidget uncomfortably. He sighed, turning upright so his feet made contact with the ground. "May I inquire about your troubles?" You became noticeably more distant, making the old fae frown deeper. "Do they involve me?" You tense a bit, fidgeting with your hands before sighing and grabbing his. He allowed you to drag him away to a place with less people, patiently watching you after you let him go and took a deep breath. "It's just..that I've caught feelings.." You managed to get out, swallowing the nerves piling in your throat. Lilia hummed, "I see. I assume you mean for me, yes?" You nod in response and he begins to chuckle. Looking back at him, he has a sweet smile scrunching his face. "I'm very happy to hear you be honest with your feelings. Thank you for communicating with me, I cherish such trust wholeheartedly," to emphasize his point, he put a hand over his heart. You become nervous at his response, feeling as though it didn't exactly give any insight into how he feels about you. "So..do you? Have feelings for me, I mean.." The anxiety you felt caused your voice to soften. There was a hum from Lilia as he put his hand on his chin and studied your reactions. Your eyes darted away from his observant ones and he chuckled once more. "My dear," He whispered, his breath suddenly close to your ear. You were certain he could hear your heartbeat quicken. "If you wish for me to help you dance among the stars, I shall. As such, if you wish for me to cradle your heart in mine, I shall do that as well." You turned your face in his direction, but he had already moved out of your view and picked you up from behind. His crimson eyes looked into yours with amusement before he kissed your cheek and slowly floated outside. "Shall we go on a quick flight then, love?"

[rosemary03]

omg do can you write a Toshiro x reader fluff!! Your writing is amazing and i would lile to know ig youll write one!!

──♡ warnings: none, just fluff

Toshiro, as a best friend, would not be so talkative, but calm, he likes spending time with you, and it shows in his actions or in the expressions he makes when you tell him about your day, (Rangiku realizes this and it annoys him constantly) also She loves to go for a walk with you alone, she is a bit embarrassed, she would think things like “This is so calm, I can finally be at peace... But why am I alone with her! That I have to do? Should I give her flowers? No, that would be too obvious”, then he would blush why he feels like you got him when you ask if he's okay and why he suddenly he stopped talking.

Toshiro would be more confident as a boyfriend, he is still a little embarrassed when others see him showing affection, but it's not because he's ashamed of you, it's because he hates being bothered, even so he loves being with you, he gives you everything ever thought of giving you when they were friends.

“Why shouldn't he give her this gift? I mean, now he is my girlfriend”, he tells himself.

Toshiro as a husband would give you kisses whenever he can, on your hands, forehead and lips, he constantly reminds you how important you are to him, with acts of service and making soft words to you, although it's hard to believe that he's a bit shy but he He got used to being with you and showing you his love, he never got tired of that, of the quiet mornings and the weekends for a walk in the park.

Note: I took so long with this, sorry I wasn't sure what you wanted, I hope this is enough

Bleach Masterlist. ←

[powderblueblood]

hello, i hope you are well and having a nice day! you recently made this post (https://www.tumblr.com/powderblueblood/743847014582943744/any-additional-thoughts-on-fandom-and-writing-i) about fandom and writing and i wanted to say that i agree with lots of it and, if u didn't mind, share some of my thoughts about ur thoughts, if that's okay with you, because you brought up some points that i agree with a lot but never bothered to put into words.

firstly, omg dialogue is sooooo crazyyyy its the hardest part for me to write personally (in personal projects, i haven't really used this blog for writing yet) but also the most satisfying. i love the feeling of writing something that i feel a real person, and a specific kind of real person would say, and it's definitely the most interesting for me to read, especially in fanfiction because it's where fun relationships between characters can be explored, but t's also the trickiest because it takes me out of the story very quickly if i don't like the way it's written, both in fanfic and original works as well.

also, while i don't really mind shy readers or badass/snarky and sharp readers, my favourite is but reserved and cautious readers a lot.......like.....they aren't shy.....they are suspicious......they are friendly because that's the polite thing to do but they're not gonna freak it with randos who are weirdly hush hush about what they get up to in their free time. also yeah trying to get a middle schooler to think ur cool is the kind of herculean task that humbles you to the ground and i do think it's a little strange sometimes how quickly a very tight knit group of friends would accept a stranger in their midst, as established with max in s2

and yes omg more characters of colour PLEASE, and for stranger things specifically, imo, i want to just say about the show (which i'm not really watching anymore due to various reason amongst boycotting), i was always sort of put off by how they handled their non-white characters, specifically women of colour like kali, who i think is the only notable woc other than erica, and the way the showrunners handled her character rubs me the wrong way, esp as a desi girl. i also think it would be fun to just write like explicitly characters of colour, both oc and y/n/readers, Black readers, Asian readers, Desi readers, Hispanic readers, that are involved with their specific cultures and backgrounds instead of like, very generalised readers that still do, frankly, tend to come off as white, because of that non-specificity and the unfortunate reality that a lot of "blankness" does tend to get filled up by white norms (i really hope that made sense im so sorry if it didn't)

tbh i also don't really see haringrove because billy freaks me the hell out, but omg....what you said about steddie being any two guy syndrome.......tysm for giving me a word for it, i never knew how to put it other than like, not just that i *personally* don't think they had very good chemistry (not saying their not good actors, just that i don't think they had chemistry), but also i did not see it making thematic sense for either of them and their individual character arcs, as well as a little bit of "get the girl out of the way"-ness that a lot of these specific ships (specific as in the trend of any two guy-ness that can arise in fandom at times) tend to have.

also i never thought about it before, but yeah, having a best friend date your ex that you guys broke off on sort of bad, or at least awkward terms, would be a stressful experience to have to ANYONE in that dynamic. i think i like the idea of nancy and her issues with that, but i think exploring robin and the side of oops i like by bff's ex would be fun and the sort of hurt and weirdness that that could bring to a friendship that has been so far very positive and supporting for both steve and robin.

i am so so so sorry for the disjointed nature of this ask as well as its length, you just brought up some points well worthy of discussion and i wanted to talk to you about it. i'm sorry you feel alienated that's not a fun thing to experience, but if it's worth anything, i think it's nice that a (slightly) older person is still passionate and stuff about something i'm interested in. i feel like especially when your a teen it gets easy to imagine that people in their thirties, forties, fifties have lost all the sort of spark and passion that youthfulness is known for when that's not true! it just changes and evolves and maybe you discover new stuff (me rn as i'm sort of over st and not planning on watching s5 and am largely participatory based on joe keery/djo and maya hawke and caleb laughlin and sadie sink) or re-discover things you'd forgotten about, but idk, i hope i'm able to dedicate some time to my hobbies and such as i grow older which can get tough because of life. happy to hear your thoughts and excited to hear back if you choose to respond. have a pleasant day <3!

sanjana love, I hope you don’t mind me posting this but I think there’s some lovely and valuable bits here and I’m glad some of what I was yappin about resonated with you! big love to you pal

[purpleyoonn]

Hello Mari, I've read a lot of your works and loved every single one and (I'm very shy sending you a message so please bare with me), you inspired me to write again. I've always loved reading and there was once a time where I was into writing but I was a child back then and yeah basically you're one of the writers here that inspired me to write again. Thank you for that really, and I wanna ask you if it's alright with you to critic my work? It's okay if you're not up to it, you don't owe me anything, I just wanted to ask really

Thank you again Mari, and I hope you continue to write more because life sucks and you're one of the few authors who spice it up for me.

(ps: I feel very doubtful whether sending this is the best decision because I don't want you to feel I'm trying to do something here, I really just want someone to critic my work and you're really good at writing and I wanna improve. Again, feel free to say no, I wouldn't take offense to it. 💜💜💜)

omg hello!! im finally able to answer your ask!! pls don't be shy with me! im sometimes awful at answering asks but I try me best!

awww I feel happy that ive been able to inspire you to start writing again. I have my own fanfic writers actually who inspired me to start writing again.

however, I do not feel that I am in a place to critic any work. I myself feel that I am horrible at critiquing because I never know what to say. I only know how I feel and usually, if I start not liking or enjoying something, I will immediately quit. I also never know whether someone is actually wanting a critic or wanting me to lie and say something just to better their feelings.

Im sorry if that doesn't make sense. But I can give writing advice!

-having a notebook where you jot down ideas or even write down paragraphs or scenes that you imagine. This is what I do and it is the best way that ive found that works for me to remember what I want to write. I write down plots and character notes and even background information.

-write write write. practice makes better. just keep writing. using writing prompts to improve your genres and how you write. it can get your creative juices flowing and help improve your writing devices as well.

-explore different genres if you can and find what you like. Ive found that I enjoy writing soulmate aus and fantasy aus. I enjoy the idea of what could be and the realms that hold possibilities. anything can be what I make it but still hold onto the collective rules that the fanfic community has bestowed upon certain genres like werewolf stories and hybrid ones. ive also noticed that I have an affliction to writing darker stories. like yandere and mafia. ive had numerous readers tell me how well I write those stories and I have fun with them as well.

im sorry I don't feel comfortable critiquing your work but I hope that my small bits of advice do help you in your writing journey😊

[strafepanzer]

ahh hello! it has been on my to do list to drop by and share my love for pt 1 of atmospheric! i finally had the chance on friday to catch up on a lot of the fics on my tbr list, yours included!

i have to say it is absolutely so stinkin’ cute how bakugou is falling for reader. the entire chapter read so fun/and cute/and romcom-esque in theeee best possible way ever. i just love the tone of the entire story. i also like that a lot of the story thus far is from bakugou’s perspective and more in-depth in his mind than reader’s. i think it kind of keeps us in his mind space of being nervous and shy about the situation. and feeling just as surprised/happy when he sees reader! i love the burst of confidence he has at the end and how natural he slips into his “role” (but like its natural because asdfasdsadfa he is gettin into this so deep that it IS natural for him aaaahhhHH!).

okay and kiri and akari— really were just the highlight of it all for me. i know this is bakugou centric fix but that dynamic of bakugou/kirishima/akari just has my heart in a death grip i swear to god. akari and uncle kats is just so flippen cute and endearing. how bakugou helps to take care of her & kiri (the decaf tea omg)…just adds a whole layer of softness to the usual hard & rough exterior bakugou presents. like kiri asking bakugou to come over and saying “do you want some company?” when really i feel like he is asking for himself maybe 🥺…like it is unspoken and bakugou just knows as well to be there..sighs…the “off handed” beer comment showing bakugou’s concern!! then allowing kirishima to just mourn openly with him and let his bottled up sadness out…i just wanna say all these little details you’ve included truly mean so much to the characters and the story. it really makes it such a wonderful read.

anywhos, i could totally keep rambling on lol. but just wanted to express my thanks and thoughts ♥️! i love the world you are building and am so excited for what is to come!

im SO honoured!! to get a response like this to my fic 🥺

i feel like you’ve picked up everything i was intending to put down for the beginning of the fic, and it makes me SO HAPPY! i absolutely struggle writing longer pieces so this has been the hugest challenge for me, but to get feedback like this makes me swoon 😍

the whole fic will be very bakugo-centric, and im really enjoying him and his interactions with the other characters. eiji and aki especially. i feel like a matured bakugo would quite easily— knowing how to look after himself— step into a caregiver role, and though he’s not the best at handling emotions, would do his best to be there for eijirou.

thank you again for leaving this wonderful comment for me to read— it means the WORLD! i really appreciate it, and hope you enjoy the rest of the story! 😙💕

[fwacchi]

Hello makin a request abt let's say with yugo, vox, selen and nina (weird set i know but hear me out) finding out their s/o is a popular independent vtuber like shoto for a few years now or at least longer than them

I think they'd be the best hypeman if they ever found out I would ask for another set but I don't know if that okay or not;;;

I'm sorry you had to wait for a long time for this,,this was a bit rushed but I hope you enjoy it!!

※ i managed to write this with a little free time that i had but unfortunately i still am quite busy with college preparations. There's still around 6 request in my inbox and i promise I'll get them done soon! I'm posting them according to which request came in first so I might ask all of you to patiently wait for me. Thank you!

WHEN THEY FIND OUT YOU'RE AN INDEPENDENT VTUBER

genre: fluff

pairings: Yugo Asuma, Vox Akuma, Selen Tatsuki, Nina Kosaka x gn!reader

Yugo Asuma

When you tell him about you actually being an independent vtuber, he’s really surprised and happy at the same time.

“You’re a vtuber too? What’s your channel name?”

When you tell him, his jaw drops.

You’re that vtuber that got famous in a short period of time right after joining?? omg.

This man is very very proud of you.

He doesn’t collab with you very often and even if he does, he makes sure to not slip up that both of you have known each other offline for a long time.

But if you’re okay with it, then he doesn’t mind being open about it.

Vox Akuma

Is really hyped to know that you’re that famous independent vtuber that everyone has been talking about lately.

He would ask you to collab with him soon but that depends on whether the two of you have interacted online before or not.

He used to watch your streams sometimes before knowing it was you, but now that he knows, he never misses your streams. Not even once.

Isn’t afraid to let people know that the two of you are close online and offline.

Selen Tatsuki

When you first tell her you’re an independent vtuber, she laughs, telling how cute of you it is to make such a joke.

"…"

And when she finally realizes you're not kidding, she gets really excited.

She would ask you to collab with her immediately or she’s gonna pass out.

Out of everyone, I think she would be the person to collab with you many times.

Retweets tons of ship fanarts of the two of you.

Nina Kosaka

Acts offended, going on about how you kept it a secret for such a long time.

But really, she does understand that you were just shy or quite hesitant to tell her about this.

If you’re okay with it, she doesn’t mind telling people that the two of you have been offline friends for a long time.

Consciously or subconsciously, she would quite often talk about her memories with you during her streams.

Often invites you to play minecraft with her.

[babyjakes]

happy to see you. [blurb.]

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summary | steve coaxes you out of your shell the first time you become little around him.

pairing | daddy!steve rogers x little!reader

warnings | sfw regression (daddy!steve little!reader), reader’s first time being little around steeb, very shy!reader, sOFT!daddy!steve the softsoftsoftest <3, just very fluffy and nice and sweet :’-)

word count | 411

requested by @nony-bear | Hehe I know I’m early but I wanted to send in a blurb idea because I love you and I’m so proud of you and your blurbs are always so good 😊 also I know I’ve gotten several requests written by you before so if you want to save me for last or another time that’s okay too 💕 but I was wondering if I could have a blurb where either Steve or Andy are with their little and it’s early on in the dynamic so the reader is being a little shy and the daddy is a little nervous too but he talks to her and gets her to open up a little and giggle and blush and then they end up cuddling or something like that

an | friend friend friend omg yaaay i’m so glad i get to write more stuff for you hehe <3 thankyou so much for this request i love this idea so much, hope it’s okay i went with steve. he’s just the softest, nicest daddy and so soothing to little!reader when things are starting out – hope you enjoy!

Though it’s never happened before, the first time you drop into littlespace around Steve, he somehow instantly knows it.

You’ve appeared in the doorway to your shared bedroom, waiting cautiously in the wooden frame of the door as the blonde-haired man relaxes on the bed, shading away at something in his sketchbook.

As soon as Steve catches a glimpse of your almost trembling form, he lowers his work, his gaze drifting up to meet yours. One look at your slightly cowering demeanor and he knows, his face softening immediately as he offers you a warm smile.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” he coos, his voice much gentler than usual. Dropping your gaze down to the floor, you bite your bottom lip, unsure of what to say. Am I supposed to tell him, you ask yourself, how is he gonna know?

“You need something, lovebug?” the man’s sweet voice interrupts your racing mind. Looking up shyly at him, all you can manage to do is blink. “Hey,” he hums, keeping his voice mild and soothing, “S'alright sweetheart. You just looking for a little time with Daddy?”

Perking up slightly at his use of the word, you nod, earning another brilliant smile from Steve. “Yeah? Come on over then, peanut. I could use some good snuggles right about now.”

Making your way over to the bed still somewhat shyly, you climb up next to the broad man, melting instantly into his arms as he pulls you in close and shifts you onto his lap. “There’s my good girl, hi baby,” he sings, bouncing you gently on his legs. “How’s my sweetie pie doin’ today, hmm?”

“Good,” you mumble shyly, heat rising through your cheeks as he runs a soothing hand across your back in broad circles.

“Yeah?” Steve chuckles softly, planting a gentle kiss on your cheek. “What’ve you gone quiet for, doll? Just feelin’ a little shy?” Nodding, you tuck your head against his shoulder, inhaling the safe, familiar scent of your partner as he coos over you dotingly. “Aww, that’s okay, princess. Just so precious, aren’t you, bunny? Daddy’s sweet baby girl.”

“Daddy’s baby,” you repeat, allowing yourself gradually to slip further and further into that warm, fuzzy headspace you’ve been craving for so long to surrender to.

“That’s right,” Steve smiles proudly, taking one of your hands in his and bringing it up to his lips to plant a kiss on your pinky. “Daddy’s little baby. M'so happy to see you, honey.”

[momiji-bookhouse]

I'll check them out ((:

YES ANGST TO COMFORT IS MY FAVE AHHH okay here we go..

Kazu. And his lover (Fem! Reader) getting into a huge argument on board The Crux. We all know that usually he's very calm, collected, nice etc. But this time, you can choose the reason, he snaps and bursts out at reader, WHO, already feels like they're not good enough for him. I hc that when he gets genuinely angry, he spits out the worst, most ruthless words. Reader has no vision (she went on board for Kazuha and to help out with.. everything except for fight related things ig), isn't the best at words, and compares herself to Lumine, who, to her, has everything and she feels like Kazu is dating her out of pity. She loves the blonde, she really does, but her insecurities eat her up so bad. ("She has saved three nations, and what am I doing?" Things like that.) So, during the argument, he uses those against her. He uses her biggest insecurities against her. Anyway, she runs away, yada yada. /Additional part.. Beidou hears everything, she knows all about the reader since they grew up together, and so she gives the man a huge lecture. But scrape this part if you wanna since you don't want to write it since you don't write for her, but it's part of my brainrot hsjsh./ More angst you say? Sure!!! Abit of reader's backstory: her whole life, she's been looked down on, she's also very brainwashed.. to think that she's never good enough, not good at anything, she's useless, worthless and all that, so for her to join Kazuha on his journey/travels is a huge sacrifice for her (for him?? What is English-) since she's an introvert but she tries her best to come out of her shell; baby steps. ANYWAYYY, you can decide the ending but happy ending please, I can't take pure angst. 😭 Anyway yeah, I've had this brainrot for days and if you don't wanna write it, it's fine.

This is so long omg sorry, I tend to ramble and my attention to details is painfully strong. But yeah it has mentions of Lumine and it also features Beidou, so technically I'm breaking the rules here??? I shall stop here 😶 And why did I just dump myself onto reader lmaooo.

Take care and stay safe!!!

(Oh and also wanna be moots/friends? I'm v shy to ask but you're so nice and jskshs okay bye)

Essence of the Stars

pairing: Kaedehara Kazuha x fem!Reader

genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst (the comfort part will come in part 2)

words: 2.5k

summary: It only took a few words for his voice to join the chorus in your head.

tw: arguing, insecurities, implied emotional abuse

a/n: This is for you @mako-yaki! I hope you like it! Also, to clarify, when I say I only write for the characters on my rules list, it means I only take requests for those characters. I should clear that up and update my rules. So no worries El, you're not breaking any rules here.

As the assistant to Yinxing, the Crux's surgeon, your main duty whenever the fleet returns to Liyue is to restock the supply of herbs for the concoction of medicine and potions. As such, you're no stranger to the Bubu Pharmacy and its mysterious owner, as well as his enigmatic apprentice who seems to have trouble remembering things.

As an avid botanical ethusiasts and endlessly curious about discovering the new healing properties of plants, you have the added joy of talking to said owner and learning new things from him.

On this particular errand, while collecting the bags of requested herbs from Baizhu, he told you about the appearance of a rare plant that was thought to have gone extinct years ago.

"Duskbloom," Baizhu says and your eyes lit up at the recognition of the name, having briefly seen it in one of your herbal encyclopaedias. "A flower that only blossoms in the light of the setting sun."

"And can only thrive in deep caverns with little exposure to sunlight." You finish.

"Very good, you still remember your studies." He nods in satisfaction. "The flower was thought to have gone extinct during the time of the Archon War, but recently one of my apprentices had discovered it growing in one of the caverns in Lisha."

Your eyes flitted over to the reception table, where the little girl would normally be. Changsheng, noticing this, speaks up. "You best not wait up for that girl, she's out collecting herbs somewhere. Who knows when she'll return with that head of hers."

"Unfortunately, any Duskblooms that Qiqi managed to harvest are being used for research. However, if you're willing to make the trip, exit Liyue Harbor on the south side and go past the stone Yaksha statues. Keep on the road until you see the river. Where it splits you should see a branch of it flowing down into the mouth of a cavern."

That doesn't sound too far off. Maybe you can convince Captain Beidou to let you and Kazuha have a day off, if even that long.

"Thank you, Baizhu-sensei," you say as you receive the bag of herbs from him, your heart filling with excitement. "I'll check it out."

Convincing Kazuha is the easy part. Your lover quickly agrees to your request of accompanying you, a gentle and adoring smile on his face as he listens to you talk about the flower and some of its medicinal properties with a sparkle in your eyes.

"Duskblooms! I thought I would only be able to see them in books. I never thought I would be able to study them in real life." Your face is bright and eager. "Just think about what sickness they can cure." You stop when you finally notice how he's staring at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "O-oh, am I boring you with this?"

"Not at all, love." He takes your hand in his, his maroon eyes still gazing at you with affection. "I love hearing you talk with such passion and vigor. And even if it is an ordinary topic, I can never be tired of your voice."

Your heart palpitated at his words as a flush creeps up your cheeks. Even after being in a relationship with him for some time, his words have yet to cease their effects on you, and frankly you doubt there will come a time they will not make your stomach flutter.

Although you have travelled with Kazuha a number of times throughout Liyue, they were mostly at places where both of you made absolutely certain there would be no enemies or danger lurking about. After all, as someone who was not blessed with a Vision, you couldn't wield the elements, and you weren't someone who took up fighting either – instead preferring to use your hands to bandage wounds and pound herbs into paste.

For a trip to a mysterious cavern like this, you both agreed it's best to call on someone with experience from the Adventurer's Guild to go with you.

After a few hours of posting the commission, someone accepted. You sigh in relief when you see that it's the Traveler, knowing that she's more than capable of handling a simple mission such as this. You haven't seen her since the situation at Inazuma ended, electing to stay behind on Watatsumi to help tend to the wounded and rejoining the Crux when the heat of the conflict passed.

You two meet up with her and Paimon at the Guild's reception desk, exchanging greetings before setting out. You catch up with Lumine along the way, and although she answers your questions with a smile, you can't help but notice how she looks as if though she's being weighed down – no doubt still affected by the events in the Land of Thunder.

It doesn't take long for your group to arrive at the location, with the way Lumine expertly guides you around one would think she has been in Liyue even longer than you have.

The sound of the rushing water fills your ear as Kazuha takes your hand and carefully leads you into the cave, your feet hitting the damp ground.

Scanning the place to the best of your abilities with limited lighting, you zero in on some flowers among the grass that's swaying with the breeze. You trot over and squat down, a smile lighting up your face when you see the dark blue and violet purple petals bleeding into a blush pink, the flower currenlty closed due to it only being midday. However, you know that when it blooms, it will reveal rows and rows of petals surrounding a yellow centre, just as described in your books.

"Is that it?" Lumine asks. "It looks really pretty."

"Indeed. Its colors remind me of the sky when the sun is barely below the horizon, but the stars are already in view. Duskbloom," he muses. "What a fitting name."

"Can you eat it?"

You chuckle at the floating fairy's question. "It's been said to also be used in cooking, yes. But I haven't been able to find any recipes with it as an ingredient."

You look around the cave, silently counting the amount of flowers in your head. There isn't a lot of them, below 10 from what you can see, so you decide to take 2 for now. But just as your fingers close in on the stem, an unexpected enemy burst forth from the ground.

You yelp in surprise and fall onto your butt as what you thought were Duskblooms turn out to be Whopperflowers.

"Dove, are you all right?" Kazuha says in a worried tone as he helps you up.

"I'm fine." Your legs shake as you stand.

"Paimon, you and (Y/N) find a place to hide." Lumine summons her sword and squares off against one of the Whopperflowers.

Kazuha kisses your cheek, muttering words of assurance to you before joining the Traveler. You and Paimon nod at each other and quickly find a wall to hide behind while Kazuha and Lumine deal with the Pyro and Cryo Whopperflowers.

The Cryo one is easier to deal with, the fire from its Pyro companion more than enough to neutralize its ice. The Pyro Whopperflower, however, constantly evades the attacks by retreating into the ground and appearing back again in another location.

Your eyes widen when you see the grass catching fire from the Whopperflower's fireballs, the blaze quickly spreading and threatens to engulf the other Duskblooms. Your heart pounds in panic at the thought of the precious flower succumbing to extinction once again, and even before you can harvest them no less.

To this day, you still don't know where you get the courage to propel your legs forward, ignoring Paimon's cry of your name as your mind focuses on nothing but the flowers. You rush forward, dodging the fire and plucks two Duskblooms just as the flames begin to lick at their stems.

You roll on the ground, panting and grasping the flowers to your chest, panicked yells of your name ringing in your ears. You sit up to see the Whopperflower right in front of you.

You scream, but there is barely any time for you to get up and run as it is already charging up to throw a fireball at you. You shut your eyes, teeth clenching as you await for the burning singe.

A burst of wind explode before you, and you open your eyes to see Lumine shielding you with her sword, the Whopperflower blasted away by her Anemo power. For good measure, she unleashes a ray of lightning to incapitate it and Kazuha finish it off with a slash of his sword.

Adrenaline still course through your veins as you watch it turn into dust, and only when you feel Lumine shaking you did you register that she has been calling you. "W-what?"

"Are you all right? Were you hurt anywhere?"

"N-no." You do a quick once over of your body, finding only dirt and grass clinging to your clothes and skin. You can't say the same to Lumine, however. "Oh! Let me patch you up."

You got out the supplies from your bag, applying a salve to her minor burns and cleaning up some of the cuts before bandaging them. You are about to do the same thing to Kazuha when he suddenly steps back from you, an unreadable expression on his face.

You flinch, not expecting for him to react like that, nor are you ready for the storm of emotions clouding his maple-red eyes. He turns away, obscuring his face from you, and simply says in an even tone.

"We should head back."

The journey back is uncharacteristically quiet, enough to make you squirm as you all follow the road back to Liyue Harbor. You keep trying to glance at Kazuha, but he doesn't say a single word to anyone, still retaining that emotionless look on his face that somehow unsettles you more than anything.

You part ways with Lumine and Paimon, and the trip back to the Alcor is not an improvement. You walk behind him, reluctant to speak up when you don't even know what's on his mind. There's something heavy hanging in the air, something you never thought would happen when you're with Kazuha, and the unknown nature of it makes your throat clench unconsciously.

You make it onto the deck and follow him down to the crew's quarters, where thankfully there is only the two of you. You set your bag down and hesitantly approaches him, but he still refuses to meet your eyes.

"Kazu-"

"What were you thinking?" You stop in your tracks at his tone of voice – still steady, but some underlying emotion hidden behind them makes your heart throb in nervousness.

He turns to face you, and you almost gasp at the way his eyes narrow and darken, stormy with anger and ire. Your legs shake, never having seen those things being directed to you by him before.

"I-"

"You were specifically told to hide." He cut through your words and make you snap your mouth shut. "Why would you run out like that? How can you be so reckless?"

You keep your mouth close and he continues. "Do you even know what danger you were in? You are Visionless." You recoil, something about the way he let out that word conjure up unpleasant memories for you. "You don't even know how to fight and you decided to barge into the middle of battle for what?"

"You don't have a Vision. You don't know how to fight. What good are you?"

He grits his teeth and let out a huff of exasperation. "What's worse, not only your safety but you put the Traveler's safety in danger. What if she wasn't there? What if she got injured due to your actions? Did you even think about that?"

"Look at what you've done!"

"Thank Archons for Lumine's capabilities. At least she has a good head on her shoulders," Kazuha mutters, and you feel as if though someone has gotten a hold of your heart and is squeezing it in their palm.

"At least one of your children is blessed."

"How can I trust that you're not going to make the same mistake twice? I can't look after you all the time, (Y/N). Especially not if we're out in the world and encounter some unexpected danger."

"I think it's best if you don't accompany us from now on, (Y/N). It will certainly relieve all of us of stress."

"W-what are you saying?" You manage to croak out, but your voice sounds disembodied. As if though you aren't completely there.

He doesn't answer your question, only staring at you with those eyes. Your heart pounds like drums in your chest as your breathing quickens, and you feel your stomach twisting into knots. You long to say more, to open your mouth and say sorry to him and please, I'll be good, I'll be better next time, just please-

"I need some air."

How much time has passed? A minute? A few seconds? It all feels like eternity to you. Kazuha brush past you, not even looking at you on the way up, the cold breeze he leaves behind making you shiver.

Your legs feel like jelly under you, and you would've fallen into a heap if not for your muscles locking up and putting you in place like a statue. It isn't even a hot day, but you feel like you're burning up from the inside.

"No good. Can't do anything right. Ruined everything. Only weighing all of us down."

"Visionless."

You shake your head vigorously and cover your ears, trying your best to deny that those words came out of your beloved's mouth. But it only makes things worse.

His voice begins to blend in with your parents' and sibling's until it morphs into a twisted choir that endlessly spats out insults at you. You want to scream, want to counter their words and say that you're better than that. But over the years you have come to accept their words, letting them drip into your ears like honey, only revealing their true nature when they poisoned your veins.

You don't know when you curl up into a ball, don't know at what moment the tears begin to escape your eyes, but you flinch all the same when you feel hands on your shoulders. You look with misty eyes to see the outline of your captain, but it did nothing to soften the voices in your head.

"Captain..." You rasp out. "I...can't breathe..."

Your heart feels like it's beating right out of your ribcage as your throat constricts, not even giving you the opportunity to let out the racked sobs that threaten to swallow you whole.

You feel her pulling you closer into an embrace, trying her best to tell you to breathe with her. You'll be fine, (Y/N), just breathe. Breathe with me. 1...2...3...That's it. Breathe. I'm here for you.

The voices don't stop.

[clandestineloki]

fmgahgd that eating out fic is so good omg. i love your teasing loki

maaaaybe a part 3 :o. after using his mouth and fingers it’s time for some aftercare with a nice warm bath and as innocent reader sits against loki’s chest with his arms around them, caressing them wherever loki pleases reader feels that weird tingle again and get all needy and they get all squirmy so loki fingers them again a few times in the bath until all the weird tingles are gone :)

my writing makes me gag but i hope you like it!!

"angel," loki breaks the silence and pulls you closer, back against his chest, kissing your cheek slowly. "i haven't scared you away, have i?"

you gasp, realizing you haven't spoken for a long time. "'i'm sorry!! i didn't-! i was just-!"

"tired?" he laughs. "it's alright, darling, i was just worried you didn't like it."

"i did!" you grip his arm reassuringly, not caring as the water splashes over the side. "i really did."

"i'm glad, love," he smiles, eyes fluttering shut, brushing his lips against your neck.

the two of you slip into a wave of peacefulness, though less tense and more soothing for the both of you as you listen to each others hushed breaths.

"...i wanna go again."

"yeah?" loki hums, pressing his palms against your bare chest from behind. "what was that, angel?"

"can... we go again? please?"

he almost laughs out loud at the shyness in your voice. pray tell, what on earth would make you think he can even fathom the idea of saying no to such a sweet, innocent request?

"angel," loki giggles teasingly, pecking your hair. "we just got in the bath, do you want me to get you dirty again?"

"well-" you mumble, snuggling up to him.

he notices the way you thighs rub against each other, and chuckles in adoration.

"it's okay, i understand, sweet," he places his hands over your thighs slowly pulling them apart. "it's your first time and i have to make sure you really enjoy it, right?"

"mhm," you squeak. he shushes you softly, quelling your hesitance. "okay, sweet, breathe in for me, okay?"

your chest heaves in a sort of nervous excitement as his fingers trace your folds. the bath water does nothing to hide your slickness or how you're already clenching down on nothing.

he decides not to tease, sliding two fingers in.

"there we go," he purrs, slowly biting down and sucking on your neck once. you twitch at that, whimpering as you grab onto one of his arms. "relax yourself, love, i'll help you."

you try to steady your breaths, but loki is already so eager to make you cry in pleasure, speeding up his fingers as he marks you up. your legs shake, and you're already so close.

loki's brows furrow. how long have you wanted this, since the moment you got in the tub, perhaps? that was an hour ago, wasn't it? poor little you, all so needy and too shy to say it, rubbing your thighs together and edging your sensitive little cunt without knowing it.

he brushes that thought away. your pleasure is his priority.

"such a good girl for me," he groans, making sure you don't squirm away. "always letting me know how good you feel."

"i-i- hic," you choke on tears, eyes fluttering shut, "i'm close-"

"it's okay," he mumbles. "let go for me, angel. come for me, come for me, come for me-"

it rains down on you so beautifully loki falls in love all over again. even if he can't see your face as much the sounds you make are downright heavenly, a symphony only he will ever hear.

"easy now," he whispers, pulling you to him closer, slipping his fingers out when he feels your cunt stop squeezing him. "there she is. hey- easy, love, you're alright. i'm here, i'm so proud of you."

"you-" your voice breaks off into a whimper. "you are?"

"of course i am. you're my good little angel, isn't that right~?"

[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 13: ...O-OH?

it’s the night of the big stream. y/n uncovers a strange, albeit deep, bond with charlie. corpse interrupts her garden date with sykkuno quite unceremoniously. tensions are high as ever; proximity chat reveals internal monologues and stray thoughts. y/n’s “batshit insane” energy affects everyone. this is, quite literally, the best game of among us bretman has ever played.

─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (if you squint, it’s very one sided)  ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 6.1k oops ─── ❥ reqs: sum people requested some interaction w bretman + jealous corpse + flirty sykkuno

author’s note: guys....GUYS WE’RE ON THE 3RD “OH” hope ur excited cus i am!!! this was rly fun to write, but then again, everything is better than writing an essay lmao! this is extremely chaotic and a bit seggsy but like a minuscule bit u wont even notice it i swear xx there’s not much social media in this one, mostly written lol. as always lmk wat u think n thank u for all ur kind words n sooo manyyyy ideassss!!! love u lots

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It’s happening, you think, picking the discreet, angelic white color for your astronaut - with a halo and all, truly, you are a seraph that stepped through the gates of heaven and descended onto earth to grace these morals with your presence...quite literally, you’re not only donning white in game, but also in real life, cute as a button or more like as a bunny. Cat girls are overrated - cat boys, on the other hand, you’ll ardently defend till your last breath - but bunny girls...Safe to say, your chat had been going feral. Your endless ego is fed well. You even swore on your heart that no devilish trickery would follow in this game - you had left your snake ways behind you.

No one believed you. The Roaches know you too fucking well.

The influx of new subs, however, do not. Look at this cute girl! She wouldn’t hurt a fly! You chuckle at the compliments. At the exact same moment, Rae pipes up on the discord call, “Y/n is leering and cackling evilly. No one trust her.”

Demon woman herself must be watching your stream before starting her own. You pout, all adorable and innocent, but your eyes gleam slyly. Truly, a mastermind of manipulation! Look at you go! The chat is swooning. The viewer number steadily climbs past 16K and you hum happily, welcoming all that decided to join your little clan, “Don’t listen to Rae. Wifey is mad because I said I’m not bringing her back a souvenir. Well guess what, bitch, I’m the gift.”

Your perfect image does not quite align with your tone, nor the affectionate nickname you call your roommate (bitch, not wifey). The new viewers are none the wiser though, just like your new stream mates.

There is laughter from people you don’t quite know. The lobby is almost full, but not everyone has trickled in yet.

“Filing divorce papers right now.” Rae mumbles, but you hear the smile in her voice. It makes you crack a grin, too. 

More hello’s and shy introductions to the people in the lobby. Sykkuno’s green astronaut pops in with a upbeat, “Hey, everyone! Hi, Y/n!” as his character circles around yours. A collective awww echoes in your stream chat as you, quite breathless at the wholesomeness, reply with a “Hi! Hi hi!” as well.

Corpse is next to join, mysteriously ominous. The discord call is pure chaos, everyone screaming over the other variations of his name while stressing different syllables. Silent as a grave, he just stands there, his black astronaut seemingly eyeing everyone in the lobby. 

Alas, when the noise dies down, he utters, “Whaddup, baby.” and it’s pandemonium all over again. You are screeching/laughing along with the rest. His astronaut swiftly glides to Sykkuno, still circling around you, “Hey, Sykkuno.” He says. The latter abruptly stops. The game hasn’t even started, and already - betrayal! Sykkuno starts circling around Corpse now, leaving you in the dust.

“Hey, dude!”

“Yo,” You interrupt, “I’m like here too, yeah?”

“Fight, fight, fight!” Pokimane jeers. You can’t see her, but you’re certain she’s pumping her fists in the air. 

“Let’s leave the bloodshed for the game, yeah?” Dream offers past her laugh ridden urging.

“No, fuck that, let’s start this shit right now,” Charlie declares - his monotone is strangely pleasant to the ear, and you lean back in your chair with a thoughtful hum. Something about his energy just clicks with yours instantly, but perhaps you’re judging too quickly- “Got my fucking knife ready to slit some throats. You can all pretend you aren’t ready to kill on sight, but that’s not me. I’ll teabag your dead fucking body.”

-yeah, no, your initial estimate had been correct! What a pleasant surprise, you feel like you and he will get along beautifully. 

“Way to be subtle, Charles.” Rae snorts.

“Subtle doesn’t make an interesting game, Rae,” He’s quick to bite back, “and if I’m Impostor, you bet your fucking ass I’m going after you first.”

“Noooooo!” She shrieks, rushing to your astronaut, which is still just standing there, abandoned, like the equivalent of that one emoji, “Y/n, protect me.”

“Of course, baby.” You purr. 

There’s mumbling in the discord call, though it’s barely audible. Corpse seems to be repeating the word to himself: Baby...Baby?...Baby...

“You’re gonna stab me in the back the first chance you get, won’t you?” She questions, already painfully aware of the answer.

“You know it!”

“Finally, someone that’s not fucking cowering in their boots and flaunting their real nature.” Charlie says, “Y/n, form a Big Dick Alliance with me.”

“Oh for sure, man.” You agree immediately, trailing to his in game figure, “Let’s show these virgins how it’s done.”

“This is going to be a mess, isn’t it?” Sean’s voice rings with a cheerful laugh, making you flustered. Yes, you’re actually playing with THE JacksepticeyeTM. You still haven’t fully wrapped your head around that part, “I’m very excited to see where this will go.”

“Nowhere good.” You say with unparalleled sincerity - every word you speak to him, the icon, the legend, the one of the few youtubers you actually actively follow, must be genuine. You doubt you can lie to him. He’s too good of a person. You admire him too much. Stuck between wanting to be a shady bitch and an absolute saint, you refrain from addressing him more - you are simply not worthy.

its the y/n trying to act like a normal person in front of jack for me

ikr she looks ready to join the monastery

each day we stray closer to gods light???

Your viewers are snide as always. Gosh, you love them.

The last player pops in, fashionably late, “Hey, y’all.”

“Hey, Bretman!” The call choruses somewhat harmoniously.

“Hi, daddy.” He’s speaking to Corpse now, a smile in his voice - you can hear it even past the static of his atrocious mic. Your eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up. Your friends are cackling, but confusion refrains you from doing the same - were you not the only one Corpse offered, seemingly so long ago!, to be his sugar baby? 

One betrayal after the other. You’re glad for the Big Dick Alliance. The name has a nice right to it, too. 

Corpse laughs, “...Hey, Bretman. How are you today?”

Damn, two sentences for him, but not even a word spoken to you!? You’re already scripting a very melodramatic paragraph you will text him after the stream. With poorly masked discontent, you mutter, “Wow, thanks for such a warm welcome, Corpse, my day’s going great, yeah, loving the company.”

“Now now miss girl,” Bretman chimes, “we can’t be all daddy’s favorite.”

“Careful,” Charlie drones, “I think you just got yourself onto Y/n’s shit list.”

“Right next to Corpse Husband and Valkyrae.” You agree, “Sykkuno!” You suddenly call him.

“Uhm-Uh-Yes?” Is his nervous reply.

“You’re safe.” You state coldly, “For now.”

“You are not going after Sykkuno on my watch.” It must be a belated holiday miracle because Corpse finally decides to address you. His words seem to awake something in him, “Hey-Hey-Hey-” He swiftly glides to you, standing right next to your minute virtuous angel, “When are you coming back to Cali?”

corpse stop acting weird challenge

literally omg lmao

he does bring up a good point y/n y u not in cali yet?!

^pack it up corpse simp he disrespected the queen when he didnt say hi

“Back off, buddy,” Charlie interjects, “this spot is for Big Dick Alliance members only.”

“I’m never returning.” You inform him, your voice cold like the Arctic snow, and the look in your eyes is no kinder. You feel like you’re having a stare down through screen. 

Silence stretches. Is this an intimidation tactic? Because if it is, it’s a paltry one. Your conviction to be petty is stronger than any vulnerability you might feel.

“Then I have nothing to say to you.” He admits and fucks right off with that. Fine, go join Sykkuno and Rae in their little corner of betrayal! Friendship ended with Corpse, now Charlie is your best friend.

“Okay, guys, guys, guys-” Toast, noting this is going to spiral any minute now, tries to catch their attention, “Let’s start?!”

You look into your camera, and the roaches know what you’re thinking. You’re twins like that, communicating telepathically. You are taking back your tender promise of not being a conniving bastard. It’s fucking on. You will destroy everyone in your path, starting with the guy you have a stupid crush on - maybe?! Feelings are confusing, you’d rather just not think point blank period.

With no objections from the cast, the counter ticks away seconds and, for the first round, you’re stuck as CREW MATE.

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Charlie is a gift. Truly, you had not expected such a sudden, wonderful relationship to bloom. How have you not known of him sooner?! It’s a crime that you hadn’t spoken to him earlier. You are a 100% certain if you had found him before you started streaming, he would’ve been a big inspiration. 

The two of you do your silly little tasks and curse like sailors, commenting about this and that thanks to proximity chat. You wouldn’t have been able to stand the claustrophobic silence if it was just a normal Among Us game - to think, missing out on all his foully worded quips! It almost springs a tear into your eye. He’s just as unhinged as you.

worried about this dynamic 

its a trainwreck lol i love it plz collab more plz

Caught in a headed discussion in Electrical - TikTok trends, or audios specifically - you defend the app the best you can. Charlie thinks it’s super cringe, and you insist it’s part of the charm as you connect wires.

“I mean, have...-do you know that one audio, the one that goes, like,” You’re spilling your words, heated, frustrated that he’s so dismissive of the app that literally saved 2020, “it goes like, uhm,” You clear your throat, prep your voice - even take a sip of your favorite drink. Drawing the syllables, you try your best to make it drop an octave - it must sound like you’re doing an atrociously bad and nauseatingly scratchy Corpse impression with an extra dramatic flair, “My assssssss, your cockkk, you do the mathhh.”

“Did-Did I just-” You freeze hearing Corpse’s voice, finally done with your task. Charlie is muffling his laughter behind his palm; Corpse’s astronaut stands in the doorway, “What the fuck did I just walk into?” He seems genuinely confused, though a strangely winded. You’re mortified. Your shoulders are shaking. You look at the stream chat but it’s going too fast for you to follow. Manic laughter bubbles in your chest and you squeeze your eyes shut, mouth split into a toothy grin, lowering your head and trying to hide the blush dusting your cheeks.

“Hey? Guys? What the fuck are you talking about?” He questions again.

“Honestly?” Charlie chimes, “No fucking clue. TikTok, I think. Ask Y/n.”

You can’t reply. You’re crying. You cover your face with your palms, muttering a soft oh my god before bursting into a full blow laugh, throwing your head back, the motion accidentally knocking your headphones off.

“Y/n.” Corpse calls you, “Fuck was that?”

You’re howling. Your stomach hurts. There are literal tears in your eyes. You think Charlie might be laughing too, but you can’t really tell over your loud screeching. Hastily fixing your headphones, you wipe away the tears stuck to your lower lashes, heaving, “S-Sorry, I-” You stutter, breaking into another fit of giggles. Corpse patiently waits you to calm down. Catching your breath, you start again with a sniffle, “TikTok, yeah.” You idly fix your hair, trying to bite down a smile, “It’s an audio.”

“What- What kind of videos are you watching?”

“The good kind.” Your reply is instant, merciless, “Also, why are you here? We’re having a BDA meeting, you know.”

“I-I...” He trails off, “I...I heard people talking and...I just came here to check it out, but...I’m regretting it.” There’s a lilt in his voice, and you know he doesn’t regret jack shit. You bet he’s smiling. You wish you could see it.

“Bitch, then leave!” You huff. You aren’t sure what is with him today, and you don’t want to stick around and find out - his playfulness makes your stomach flip at the most inappropriate times! Like when you’re trying to sound threatening. You must retreat posthaste, “No, wait, I’ll do it for you.” You say, brushing past his character. Charlie follows after you.

“Dude, you’re so fucking lucky neither of us are the Impostor because you’d be deader than I’ve been feeling since I was 10.” Your favorite companion comments. Charlie is truly a modern wordsmith. You’re pretty sure you adore him, because you’re nodding your head, so quick to agree with him that even you’re surprised. 

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A meeting is called. You spare a glance at your fallen crew mates. They will be missed. Sean most of all, God, why does heaven always take the good ones?! The game feels emptier without him, even if you really only passed him once on your trek to Cafeteria with Charlie.

You may or may not have been avoiding him, afraid you’d accidentally say something horrible and he would hate you. It’s a silly fear, though a deep one. And with Charlie keeping you company, you had not uttered a single objectively  good, or even coherent, sentence. Your parents can’t watch this stream once it’s uploaded onto your Youtube channel. They know you’re barely keeping it together in most of your videos, but here, now? Yeah, no. Charlie is already hard to listen to on his own for sensitive viewers, and hearing you agree with literally everything he says with your own chaotic ideas? Your dad would stumble into an early grave.

Mom probably wouldn’t mind too much, but you’d have to explain your relationship status again. She is under the assumption that everyone you collab with is your significant other. You’d say it began with Sykkuno, though the exclamation of “Finally! My daughter isn’t pathetically single! We need to celebrate.” had started with Rae. Truly, a scandal.

Speaking of which, Sykkuno is gone, too, but you had time to mourn him already. You found his body roughly ten minutes ago; so torn with the fresh agony of heartbreak, you could not do anything else but cry. It was Charlie, bless his heart, that reported it.

“Someone killed Jack,” You say, voice dripping with venom, “court is now in session. I’m ready to vote the fucker out.”

People speak all at once. Toast roars over them, “ORDER! ODER IN COURT!” as he slams his hand onto his desk repeatedly. That seems to work, though briefly.

“I think it’s Y/n.” Corpse says. You stare at him, hand gripping your heart, mouth falling open in surprise.

flame him

corpse boutta be a corpse fr

beat his ass queen!!!!!

“Pardon my french,” You grumble, “but nani the fuck?!”

“It’s definitely Y/n, I found her and Charlie conspiring in Electrical. Surrealist experience of my fucking life, but it’s definitely her.”

“Dude, we’ve been over this,” Charlie sighs, shushing Rae who was about to comment something - knowing your luck, it was probably in favor of the man throwing you under the bus, “we would’ve snapped your fucking neck the moment you walked in. But we didn’t.”

“Yeah, we didn’t.” Corpse notes, “I said nothing about you, I’m just saying it’s definitely her. She probably didn’t kill in front of you because of your stupid alliance-”

“Someone sounds salty because he wasn’t invited.” Pokimane snickers.

“-or possibly she did tell you and you won’t betray her for the exact same reason.”

“That’s some big brain logic you pulled there, genius,” Charlie says, absolutely unimpressed, “sure you didn’t have an aneurysm trying to connect all of that together?”

“Well,” Rae pipes up, “Y/n and Charlie did say they will kill right before the game started. If you ask me, it’s not unbelievable. And Sykkuno was sorta on the shit list.”

“I’m writing down your name twice, Rachell.” You spit.

“Not helping your case at all, Y/n...” Dream worries, “And Rae makes a good point. Charlie and you have professed desire for murder. I’m just saying! It’s a bit suspicious, you know?”

The next words to leave Corpse’s lips sound incredibly smug, “See?” He drawls.  The pressure is getting to you - you don’t understand where this beguiling talent of his to convince literally everyone comes from, but it doesn’t inspire any confidence. Your fist suddenly feels incredibly lonely, so useless - oh, how you long to swing at him, “It’s definitely Y/n.”

“I dunno...” Toast mumbles.

“It’s Y/n.”

“Corpse-” You try, but he's ignoring you - shocker, as if he hadn’t been doing that from the very start of this stupid game - and chanting your name like it’s a fucking mantra or something, a smile in his voice, knowing, relishing in the fact that he’s grating on your nerves, “FIRST OF ALL,” You scream into the mic, successfully cutting him off; catching your breath, you exhale, and continue, calmly, lowly,  “get my pretty name out of your mouth.” 

There’s a pause full of tense silence. 

Then, there’s a sound, seemingly stuck in the back of his throat, “...O-Oh...?”

“Second of all,” You continue, words like honey dipped in arsenic, “This is the clearest smear campaign I have ever witnessed. By how hard you’re trying to frame me for fuck knows what reason, I’m led to believe it’s you that killed them. You’re the Impostor.”

“Corpse wouldn’t kill Sykkuno, though.” Rae comments, skeptical.

“Then the other Impostor did it.” You counter.

“Maybe you’re both Impostors.” Pokimane chirps.

“Y/n would never betray the Big Dick Alliance like that.” Charlie states.

You grin, “Charlie, I literally love you.” 

“Wait hold up now,” Corpse seems to get his bearings together, “what’s this about love I’m hearing?”

“I have none for you, dick.” You snap, flipping him off. Your chat cheers. While he can’t see it, you hope he senses it through the screen, “I officially hate you.”

“No, wait-”

“Boo, Corpse, you suck.” Toast laughs.

“Y/n, please-”

“Let’s all vote for Corpse Husband, okay?” You say it like it’s his full official name with an encouraging smile and multiple soft nods. Sykkuno can’t be here to nod, so you’ll do it for him. You eye the rapidly decreasing timer before clicking on Corpse’s figure and voting for him. The VOTED icon instantly pops up beside your adorable astronaut.

“Baby, I-” It slips past his lips so easily, as if he’s not even thinking about it, like it’s only natural to call you that and a spike of anxiety shoots up, making you glare. It’s only halfhearted. You try your best to ignore the rapid and uncoordinated pulses of your heart. Replace unwanted feelings with anger and hate - works like a charm, every time.

“You are not allowed to call me that.” You hiss. The chat spams snake emojis. 

“Wait-” Bretman chimes, “Hold up, y’all, slow down a minute. Why does Corpse never call me baby?”

“Yeah!” Pokimane agrees, “I want to be baby, too!”

Pokimane may not have been called baby, but you just single-handedly decided her nickname for her - Target 4. Welcome to the shit list, she is officially your public enemy number 1. You aren’t sure why the thought of Corpse ever referring to anyone else as baby makes you sick to your stomach (you actually do know why, but brain no think at the moment), but you wish this whole conversation never happened. You don’t like it.

20 seconds left. More VOTED icons appear by your friends. Corpse is the last one to cast his ballot at, you assume, you, as the rest wait for his quick explanation before everyone (or not) returns to the game, “...Because she’s my baby.”

Goodbye. Life had been sweet, and there was sorrow, though the amount of embarrassment you feel now is worse than when the internet found your cringe worthy high school pictures on your mom’s Facebook. It’s a mixture of dread and excitement - the pleasure of being noticed, cherished even, though anxious from vulnerability. Someone is screaming a very prolonged “WHAAAAT?!”, or maybe multiple people are, you aren’t sure, your ears start to hurt from the loud, conflicting cacophony of voices as you stare blankly at the screen. You received two votes, just like Corpse, Charlie got one, the rest skipped. With no one flung out, you all find yourself back in Cafeteria again.

Baby. My baby? My baby. My baby. The sentence is playing ping-pong in your mind, reverberating louder each time. You’re actually speechless for the first time in your life; your chest hurts, your heart beating so fast your hands start shaking. Had he meant it? Or was this a some joke? Was he trying to get a rise out of you again? You might just go insane from so many questions. My baby. Holy shit, this is a heart attack, this is what a heart attack feels like, dear God, you figured you at least had ten years before you get one!

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First round ends with IMPOSTORS raining victorious. Your sixth sense had been working wonders since, true to you previous estimate, it had been Corpse. His companion was Pokimane. For absolutely no reason what’s so ever, you change her name once more from Target 4 to Target 1. Normally, you’re all for girls supporting girls. Men don’t deserve anything, really, but now you’re so flustered and still reeling from what you are 80% sure was cardiac arrest that you genuinely don’t care about your established morals.

Round two starts without much deliberation. You get CREW MATE again; the game must sense your growing bloodlust, making sure that once you do get IMPOSTOR, you will not hold back. True power is granted to those who are ready and strong enough to wield it. You wait for your moment with bated breath.

Charlie is taken from you too early. The two of you were once again caught in a discussion - God knows about what, Minecraft, hentai, oh! your server! - as you tried to card swipe for the umpteenth time. The lights blew out and you just knew one of you was getting murdered there and then. Charlie’s voice abruptly cut off, and you think a part of you died with him.

It’s a cold meeting; with your new best friend being the first to go, everyone decides to skip. You proclaim you seek vengeance. When the meeting comes to an end, Sykkuno is the first to offer his condolences.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says, and while he’s not in Brooklyn, you somehow feel him patting your back. You feign a sniffle.

“There’s nothing to apologize for...” You murmur sadly, “Unless...” Your voice turns sharp as the knife that was surely twisted into Charlie’s back, “It was you?”

“NO!” He exclaims, “I would never-you gotta believe me! I would never kill him. I know he’s important to you. I wouldn’t do that, I swear.”

“He was like a brother to me.” You admit, solemn, “Charlie, if you’re haunting me right now, know I will avenge you. I will not let this go.”

Sykkuno hums, circling around you, “Hey, I have a task in Greenhouse. Would you, uh--Would like to, uhm, join me?” Despite the shaky start, he finishes on a firm, pleasant note. He’s trying to cheer you up. Having lost your closest friend, he’s offering you his company. You accept with a soft smile and a cute “Yes, please!” and he releases an airy little laugh. The two of you make your way to your favorite place in map MIRA.

It’s difficult to stay sad for long when Sykkuno’s so sweet; the atmosphere of the Greenhouse is strangely calming; your problems seem to be left behind the shut doors. If you tried hard enough, you could imagine being in an actual Greenhouse - the warm, damp air clinging to your skin, the unmistakable smell of earth and vegetation, the pleasant silence broken only by yours and his hushed voices and clumsy footsteps.

The two of you are talking. Mainly about your choice of attire. Cat first, Sykkuno ponders aloud, doing his task as you watch the plants grow, now bunny, what’s next? You affirm that you will most likely dress up in cow-print next, or as an adorable sheep. He laughs, admitting you’ll look good in anything before he trails off. His awkwardness is really endearing. 

“Or!” You chirp happily, content with being locked away with him for the whole game. The idea must be playing in his mind, too, because he seems in no rush to leave, “I could, like, dress as someone from My Hero Academia. I watched the stream you did with Stella, the one where she made you look like Todoroki. It was really cute. You were really cute.”

“Oh, uhm-well, uh, thank you, thanks, I, uhm-” He clears his throat, and despite his stutter, you hear the smile in his voice, “I-I think you’d look better, though. Not as Todoroki. Or, probably as Todoroki, too. But, uhm, what character are you thinking about?”

“Maybe Momo?”

“Momo!” He yeps, “Momo is good. Yeah, she’s great. You’ll-uhm-you’ll look amazing. Really. Momo is awesome. Very pretty. Just like you.”

You are blushing. A stupid, toothy grin makes your cheeks hurt. Your eyes flicker to the chat, but again, it’s going wild. Giggling, you thank him for his sweet words, so giddy it’s honestly embarrassing. Why can’t you stop smiling? This is incriminating. You hide your lips behind your palm.

“...What’s this?” Corpse question. You had failed to note his sudden appearance, too busy gushing. “Am I interrupting?”

“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets. For someone so awkward and shy, he sure is good at hiding it when he wants to. Perhaps it’s all an act and you had been deviously tricked! Probably not, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously, finally able to calm down. You definitely underestimated him, you just haven’t figured out how yet, “Not really! Y/n was sad Charlie died so I took her here.”

“You interrupted our date, dipshit.” You deadpan. 

“...Fuck you say?” Corpse dares, his voice low and somewhat menacing - for someone who exclusively portrays his emotions through only his voice, he’s incredibly hard to read. This is payback. Your love for wreaking havoc resurfaces suddenly. Serves him right for pulling all this ignoring shit at the start. Maybe you’ll make him say oh again.

Your sly smirk is promptly wiped. Fuck. He said oh, he literally said oh out loud. The Teruhashi fangirl in you is screaming. You had been so caught up in defending yourself you didn’t even register it at first. Alarmed, you look at the camera, then at the chat. First oh, then my baby. There’s no way he had been teasing you, and this proves it. Holy shit. You mouth the words “HE SAID OH!” for your audience only.

now she notices

snail pace baby we’ve been loosing our shit for the past hour 

corpse x y/n saikik au enemies to lovers 500k words slow burn im here for it

opening wattpad rn^

Your heart races in your chest - it might be considered an Olympic medalist at this point; flustered yet again, you wish you could cave into yourself. You should’ve brought your bright blue wig with you to Brooklyn. Turns out it would have been perfect for this stream. Yes, yes thinking about unnecessary details always works in distracting you from the butterflies throwing a fucking rave in your stomach. 

“I guess it is a date!” Sykkuno admits, “Kinda after a funeral, but still.”

Corpse hums. You’re still too stunned to say anything. The black astronaut with adorable cat ears approaches Sykkuno. 

“It’s not.” He states. Your mouth falls open in shock as your date, your companion, the Shoto to your Momo is murdered in cold blood right in front of you. His lifeless body, cut in half, lays on the tiles by the growing flowers, right beside you, “You didn’t see shit.”

“...I didn’t see shit.” Is all you can utter, breathless and terrified.

“Thaaaat’s fucking right, baby.” Corpse coos, “Now I’m gonna report it, and I’ll say we found Sykkuno together. Better stick close to me after the meeting, got it?”

If Sykkuno is Shoto, then Corpse is definitely Dabi. 

why is that kinda hot tho omg

didn’t know i needed dom corpse since now but i do

y/n looks like shes boutta throw up lmao 

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You follow him around like a lost puppy - because what else is left for you to do!? You’re helpless in this situation. He’s got you in the palm of his hand, successfully eliminating everyone you had previously interacted with. First it was Charlie, then Sykkuno, even Sean, who said hello in passing, was shot instantly. Real Sangwoo behavior. You almost want to scream warnings at everyone to not approach you. You cannot mourn another lost crew mate, you don’t think your conscience can take it. But words fail to form. You’re too weak. You fake cry to your audience. They’re quick to remind you to stop acting like a little bitch.

“Mean.” Is all you say, eyeing the comments.

“Hm?”

“Was talking to the roaches.”

“What are they saying?”

“That I should betray you.”

“...Better not.”

A shiver shoots up your spine and you half believe he will bust down your door and drag you into his basement for real. A nervous laugh slips past your lips, “I won’t, I won’t.” You reassure him, “Don’t worry, I’m sticking with you. I haven’t seen shit.”

“I like that you listen to me. You always this agreeable?”

“You’re kinda not giving me a choice right now.” You grumble, vending yourself a drink while he looms behind you, protecting you. From who?! Himself?!

“Oh my fucking God, finally,” Bretman exclaims, “girl, I’ve been running around the whole map trynna find someone, is everyone like, dead?”

You’re scared to reply. Corpse does it for you, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, maybe? Not sure. Where have you been?”

“Oh you know,” Bretman grins, “doing tasks, talking shit, the usual. You two are not, like, Impostors right?”

You shoot a look at Corpse, but he obviously can’t see it. Biting your lip, you murmur, “Nope.”

“Just your regular crew mates doing regular crew mate things.” Corpse says, no, purrs. Because that’s not suspicious at all. You’d recommend Bretman to run, and not only because that sounded shady as fuck. But he seems to enjoy danger, or he just doesn’t care.

“Hmmmm, crew mates, sure. Miss girl Y/n,” He’s addressing you now; you smile anxiously, “How come every time I see you, you’re with a different man?! Like damn, leave some for the rest of us, for real!”

You like Bretman. You like his high-pitched whine and drawl. You would like him even more if not for the complex situation at hand. You fear for his life. Chewing at your bottom lip, you snicker, “Sorry, Bret. I can leave you Corpse if you want?”

He laughs, “Girl, I’d say yes so fucking quick, but I know he wouldn’t want that. Normally I wouldn’t care, but y’all are such a cute couple it’s making me not want to be a shady motherfucking bitch. Changing my ways, embracing the lord. Love it.”

 Corpse doesn’t correct him that you are, in fact, not dating. His lack of reaction unnerves you slightly. Does he...? No! No think! Only exist! You catch that train of thought and steer it away from forbidden territory. Looks like it’s up to you to clear the air, and that is exactly what you do after trying to swallow down the lump in your throat, “Uh, we’re not together, actually. We’re just really good friends.”

“Bitch, then move over,” Bretman says snappily,”go like, back to your other boyfriends. Or find another one. I think I saw Dream near Navigation.”

“Near Navigation, huh?” Corpse hums thoughtfully. It’s a subtle warning, but you catch it. Yeah, even if you try running, Dream’s going to join your other ‘boyfriends’ in the afterlife. Granted, killing someone by just talking with them is kind of cool. Or maybe Stockholm Syndrome is finally kicking in, “Bret, the thing is, Y/n’s scared of dying, so she asked me to stay with her.”

It’s disturbing how good at lying he is. It is also really really attractive, as bizarre as that is.

y/n stop being in a toxic relationship with corpse challenge

making fanart of this omg her face

its the blushing for me girl get your head outta the gutter!

^she cant, it lives there

“Baby, you’re gonna fucking die if you stick with her,” Bretman points out, “have you noticed the mortality rate of her partners? Rest in peace, daddy.”

“He’s right, you know.” You mutter, dramatically looking to the side, “I’m no good, Corpse.”

“Not leaving you, end of discussion. Bretman, join us?” Corpse offers, catching you by surprise. He might still be lying, though. Creating a false sense of security before eliminating Bretman. Probably would laugh while doing it, too. Wow, he truly is evil.

Turns out he doesn’t have to do any of that, because when Dream strolls into Cafeteria, he kills Bretman instead. The two Impostors are finally revealed. You promised not to snitch on Corpse, but you didn’t say shit about not exposing Dream. You press the REPORT button and say just that: “Dream just murdered Bret right in front of me and Corpse.”

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The last meeting is called. Dream had been voted out with the help of Corpse, and now only you, he, and Rae remain.

“Baby, you know what to do.”

The VOTED icon pops up beside Corpse’s astronaut. Rae wheezes, “No! Y/n, it’s not me, you gotta believe me, I swear it’s not me!”

“...I really don’t know,” You murmur, “I’ve been with Corpse a lot, and...Rae, I’m not sure...”

“Please! I swear it on my Kagayama cardboard cut out, I’m not the Impostor, please! You know me, I’d never lie to you like this.”

“She’s definitely lying.” Corpse says, sounding pleased.

“Don’t listen to him! Remember, during the first round, when he tried to convince us that you were the Impostor? He’s doing the same shit to me!”

“I also remember you agreeing with him.” You remind her.

“I was stupid! Small dumb brain moment! He was using us to win! He’s using you right now!” She votes, “Please, Y/n, make the right choice.”

You’re silent for a moment.

“I’m gonna...I’m gonna vote for who I think it is.” You lastly say.

A slow, lazy grin makes it’s way onto your lips, eyes gleaming mischievously. You had not forgotten your promise to your brother from another mother, you had not forgotten the pride of the BDA, you had not forgotten your beautiful friendship. Two miniature astronauts pop up by Corpse’s at the exact moment Rae screeches “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”

“Fuck.” Is all Corpse says with a laugh.

The screen changes, informing of the first CREW MATE victory.

Your ears are assaulted with different voices as you appear in the lobby.

“Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about.” Charlie raves, “I swear to fucking God, Y/n, you even got me going for a second. Pulled some 1000 IQ shit right there. It was fucking amazing. Best back stabbing I’ve seen in a while, and I’ve seen a lot.”

“That was absolutely fantastic, Y/n.” Sean applauds, “I really thought you joined Corpse like some crew mate accomplice or something. Can’t believe you switched on him at the last second.”

“That’s my wifey!” Rae cheers, strolling to you, “Love you, mwah.”

“Hey, Corpse,” Charlie calls him, “How does it feel to be a fucking loser?”

“I’m surprisingly fine with it.”

yeah he would be lmao

mom is the best snake ever i love you sm y/n

rae and y/n’s friendship....the feeeeeels

As the rest sing your praises for another solid minute or two, the third round begins. CREW MATE again. Though, just because you’re stuck as an underpaid worker in a dying spaceship, it doesn’t mean you’re innocent. Your last round proved that quite well. You can’t help but silently snicker.

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TAGLIST IS CLOSED!

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more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

[nonightmareruined]

Hello! how are you?

I read that you are receiving requests and I love Rodrick, so could I request something with a writer? (pronouns she/her)

Something very fluff, like that she is shy about it and at first Rodrick doesn't understand but then supports her

Thanks in advance! 💗💗💗

Hey, thank you for your request:) Hope you are doing well too.

I hope it turned out as you imagined. If not feel free to tell me

The notebook

Rodrick Heffley x Reader

Pronouns: she/her

Warmings: none

You and Rodrick are watching a movie when he suddenly finds your secret notebook.

Although you have been in a relationship with Rodrick for quiet some time, you two are still learning new things about each other every once in a while.

One evening, both of you were sitting on your bed, watching a movie when suddenly Rodricks phone rang. He was afraid it was his Mom so he of course wanted to answer her. He usually wouldn't care about that but he also didn't want risking to be grounded since he can only see you at school then. But unfortunately his phone somehow ended up falling between your bed and the wall so he had to look for it.

Suddenly he held a dog-eared notebook in his hands.

"Omg have I just found your diary? Let's see what dirty little secrets you are hiding from me." he teased you while opening the book.

"Please give it back. I am begging you" Y/N said with tears in your eyes. Rodricks stopped grinning as soon as he saw your face. He wasn't really sure what to do now since he isn't used to girls crying around him, so he started to worry.

"Babe, it's okay. I can just put the book back. Don't worry, I won't read your diary and I completely understand that you don't want me to see it since it's probably very personal." he said while hugging you.

"Plus I already know that I am a sex god without reading about it." His face changed back to his usual Rodrick face, you've always loved so much, so you just had to stop crying.

"B- But it's not my diary. I am writing poems sometimes. Sorry, it's just so embarrassing. I have never told anyone. I am so so sorry." You looked away from him out of embarrassment.

"You don't have to apologize, Y/N. We can just forget about it."

"Yeah but I kinda want you to read it. Of course only if you want to" You said while looking in his eyes. He smiled at you while gabbing the notebook again. He opened the first page and read it. All of it.

You were so excited. What if he doesn't like your poems? You was especially afraid of him reading your latest ones because they were inspired by him, but you just couldn't wait so long.

"And? What do you think?" You almost whispered.

"They are really good, but some of them don't rhyme?"

"Poems don't have to rhyme, Rody. " You can't really explain why but this made you laugh a bit. Sometimes he acts a little dumb, but that makes him even cuter.

"Oh okay" he simply answered and went silent.

"Why don't you participate in a poetry slam? There is one once a month in the cafe at the corner. Do you know which one I mean?" he said after a while, still staring at the notebook.

"Do you really think that I should do this?"

"Yes babe and I will be your biggest fan, standing in the first row. Maybe I should also get a T- Shirt with your name on."

He immediately got his phone and googled a place to print T-Shirts. His support means everything for you and a poetry slam doesn't sound to bad either. It would actually be really cute how you support him and his band and he supports you writing your poems.

"This ain't a rock concert, Rody." You just had to laugh "I absolutely love your support tho but I guess that evening is way more formal than one of your shows."

He pulled you closer to him and gave you a kiss on your nose tip. And from that moment on you just knew that he was the right one.

[maveras-posts]

Hello💙

I saw hisoka headcanons and really felt sorry for him, omg I luuuv himmm 😭😭

And I had this imagination

Imagin him in a battle with a fem ally (she is not the opponent) and by somehow hisoke fell off the top of the cliff

She jumped and held his hand to save him, of course he has Bungee Gum, But she was too worried and forgot about that and just jumped after him😭

I think it would affect him bcs it is the first time that someone try to save him 😢

Can you please do headcanons for his reaction 🥺

💕Hiya @jodisz thank you for the request! Hopefully this is what you were hoping for💕:

Twisted Perfection:

Hisoka & y/n were sent on a mission together to retrieve an artifact for Chrollo

This was at the time when Hisoka was a “member” of the Phantom Troupe

Y/n was a “business partner” of Chrollo & assisted in NUMEROUS Troupe missions

But ONE member always stuck out to you, that being member #4 aka Hisoka.

You’ve grown used to Hisoka being “Hisoka” (AKA a Little shit)

But this time he had GONE TOO FAR

Now you two were running through a seemingly endless forest

“Try to keep up~” Hisoka cooedas you are LITERALLY running for your lives!

“SHUT UP MORROW!” Looking over your shoulder you could see the enemy gaining on you.

“Quite the evening this turned out to be~” Hisoka’s grinned, only pissing you off more.

“If we make it out of here—IM GONNA KILL YOU.”

“We both know that’s a lie y/n—“

“DON'T PUSH IT” gritting your teeth you could see the forest was near its end “Thank God” turning to Hisoka—wait, he's GONE?!?

Great…just great-

The cries of pain snapsy/n from her thoughts, y/n smiles “Clown’s done it again—”

She waits for Hisoka in the clearing (Ready to give him a good scolding)

Her heart drops when she sees something flying towards her from the trees “What the hell Morrow? I thought I told you not to throw bodies at—“

Y/n gasps as she sees Hisoka’s limp body skid across the ground nearing a cliffs edge “No-”

Lunging for Hisoka she managed to grab ahold of the Magicians arm

The two began to fall into the ravine

Hisoka’s hand tightens around Y/n’s as they dangle from Bungee Gum

Hisoka snickers at y/ns screaminh

Hisoka pulls y/n up, she shoves him in response “I thought you were dead! You really are an idiot!”

Hisoka smiles “Ah~so you do love me—”

Y/n’s face turns red “What? No I-“

Hisoka quotes down y/n with a kiss

“Thank you my little ace…thank you~”

Y/n can see in Hisoka’s golden eyes a glint of sadness and joy?

“Are you okay?” Y/n tilts her head

“Y-Yes I…” Hisoka looks to the moon lost in thought

Y/n squeezes his hand giving a slight nod “I always got you—I promise.”

The two walk into the night, Hisoka trapped in his thoughts mostly from shock, realizing he was in love with y/n.

Hisoka swore to himself that night that he would protect y/n. Forever…

AN: I hope everyone likes this short story! Thank you again to @jodisz for the inspo, I love getting requests! Don’t feel shy my readers to ask for writing/headcanons, I am starting to venture into writing for other fandoms so any recommendations are much appreciated!

More soon!

-M

[honklore]

would you consider doing an au where dream is a high school teacher (maybe a math teacher or english teacher or something?) and he has been crushing on his colleague, maybe an english teacher or an art teacher, and his friends have been teasing him quite a bit for it since he hasn’t had the courage to ask them out, which is quite weird considering he’s usually so confident, but it’s just a lot of flirting and shyness between the two until he final caves and asks them out? maybe even some of the students had begun to call him out on not acting on it? it’s perfectly okay if you don’t wanna do this but thank you for reading it :))

you + me = <3 | dreamwastaken

(math teacher!dream, gn!reader, dream likes u oooooh, cute kids, writer knows nothing about chess or how chess tournaments work, you requested high school but i can’t read so i chose middle school sorry!! this is literally nothing like you requested pls forgive me but i has fun, proceed with caution)

song to listen to: roadtrip by dream

i am setting the scene to say that teacher!dream is hot!!!! like, rolled up sleeves and leather watch kind of hot !!!!!!!

dream with fluffy waves that he sometimes ties into a bun if it gets too hot,,, brown roots and blond hair, brown eyebrows, forest green eyes,,,,,, freckles,,,,,

teaches middle school math!! very patient w his kids!!! but also has been known to go on tangents so long that they last until the bell rings

he’s the teacher whose classroom the weird/shy kids sit in at lunch

reads up on his students special interests and tries to ask them about it and encourage them

doesn’t make kids write out their entire process during testing bc he understands some students work in their head and can’t <3

works with different methods to help each kid learn math in their own way

the sweetest ever omg i can’t imagine a nicer teacher than dream

has a open-policy snack cabinet in case some of the kids can’t buy their lunch

has rlly cheesy anti bullying posters on his wall but actually talks to his students about it and makes sure they know he is someone they can go to

okay this is supposed to be a love story not an i heart teacher dream story sorry

you’re the art teacher of the middle school!!! you are also one of the favorites when it comes to teachers

dream is sort of a practical logical comforter and you’re a more dreamy, imagination-based comforter

so the kids ofc have their favorites

you’re a wonderful teacher !!!!

you let the kids use art class as a sort of art therapy, giving them time to do whatever they want with colors and mediums of their choosing

and assignments are usually fun!! you make it fun by giving them good topics that encourage them to express their opinions and personalities !!!

dream has the FATTEST crush on you

it’s so big and he’s very bad at hiding it

literally buys an extra coffee friday morning

slips into your classroom like “oh? hey ___ ? didn’t expect you to be here!!”

you: “in my own classroom?”

dream: “ANYWHO!! they messed up my order AGAIN and gave me a caramel frappe instead of a matcha so you can have it”

he does this every week

new excuses sometimes but it’s always ur favorite flavor, sitting right beside his matcha in a lil cup holder

dream is the type of guy to make sure your fingertips touch when he hands you your cup

so he can blush about it later and pretend it means something

any time he needs supplies or something he goes to you first instead of the communal supply closet

during his break he’ll come in and try to talk to you while your kids are painting

you sometimes sit with him during lunch!! and the kids that all sit in his classroom love you, even if they don’t have art

and every time you do he stutters over his own words and his neck gets rlly red

the kids all give each other side eyes when he does this

math kids 🤝 art kids : tired of witnessing dream’s bad flirting skills

dream brings you a cupcake on your birthday and a little necklace w a crystal on it :/

“i googled crystals for protection!! because i want u safe always!! and i made sure it was sustainably sourced!! let me know if you don’t like it!!”

how could you not like it :(

his eyes are wide and almost worried and when you give him a big smile he gets so happy like :((

your students are just. super still behind their easels hoping this is the moment you’ll actually kiss him

but no

it isn’t until a few of your kids come up one day and ask about forming an official chess club

they need at least one teacher willing to supervise and go on tournament trips and stuff

half of the team asks you and the other asks dream

but they don’t communicate that to each other

so it’s a saturday when both you and dream show up to the school in your casual clothes, unlocking one of the rooms for the kids to practice in

you help some kids set up while dream takes a few to the side and begins to teach them the basics, since not everyone who joins is an actual player

some just wanted to be w their friends ^u^!!!

but dream keeps catching your eye over the sea of middle schoolers and it makes your cheeks heat up whether u want them to or not

the two of you becoming the unofficial parents of the middle school chess team; you take turns supervising but usually both go to trips for tournaments!!

there are six students who make up the chess team + a few who just come for the snacks and respite

and your team is actually so good they qualify for state

and it’s going to be an overnight trip !!

some parents have also agreed to come chaperone

the team is so excited!!! the entire team got to go even though only a few are competing

theres a lot of lovely support going around

your kids are expressive and bright, all wearing special t-shirts they made that count as “uniforms”

they are twelve and dgaf about what ANYONE has to say

puffy markers and all

and before the tournament they surprise u and dream with ur own shirts :(( they are so sweet omg

and ofc you and dream wear them!!! fashion be damned!!!!!

the shirts are like MR WASTAKEN LOVES HIS CHESS TEAM

TEACHER ___ LOVES THEIR CHESS TEAM

AND THERES AN IRON-ON PICTURE OF YOU GUYS AND UR KIDS — EVERYBODY IS CHEESING AND ITS JUST SO SO CUTE

man they just look up to you guys so much

they really needed a place to fit in and your club gave them that

even the ones who are HORRIBLE at chess are sitting in the bleachers with you guys, cheering on their friends ><!!

it’s all so wholesome omg

and your team ends up qualifying !!!!!!!! it’s huge !!!!!!! you all go out for celebratory milkshakes sponsored by mr wastaken !!!!!

and everyone falls asleep with a big smile on their face that night

the next day is full of driving,, and you and dream share a lil seat at the back of the bus

all the kids are winding down, listening to music or playing games on their phones

and dream is so warm, shoulder pressed against yours when he hands you one of his earbuds and is like ,,,, do you want to listen to music with me?

and ofc you do

so the two of you take turns picking songs

dream adds them all later to a playlist called ___ and dream’s epic roadtrip playlist

now that interstate is paved with memories amirite?

once all the kids are picked up at the school, you are about to call your roommate to come pick you up

but dream is like. i can drive you home

dream is that guy who drives with one hand and keeps the other on top of the gear shift <3

you’re just excitedly recounting all the kid’s faces and all the silly stories you were told in the hotel when dream is finally at your apartment complex

and he just bursts

“i really like you”

and you’re just. stunned bc you knew he was fond of you but you never thought he’d be brave enough to SAY it

“i like you too dream!!”

“would it be too cheesy to walk you to your door and kiss you goodbye?”

“maybe... but i like cheesy.”

thank you for requesting!!!