#scary movie made me cry because I laughed so much I had to stop the movie 💀

[spill-to-t]

Tell me, which movie made you cry the most (excluding any Disney movie, ‘cause the list would be too long)

Mine: Forrest Gump, Hunger Games and that terrifying owl movie Legends of the Guardians (I still believe this is not appropriate for kids 💀)

[finnsbubblegum]

Little Joel Miller (Joel Miller X Reader)

Pairing: no-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: birth, needle, fluff, sweet joel, domestic joel (let me know if i missed any)

Summary (Series): reader as Joel’s neighbor. Joel’s wife left him so Joel asked his neighbor for help in babysitting Sarah. 

Summary: welcoming little Joel Miller to the world.

Words count: 1.6k

A/N: This series is ending really really soon so be ready 🥺 This is part 20 of Where It All Starts. But it can also be read as a standalone. I'm so grateful for all of you! Thank you for your comments, reblogs, and likes ❤️ Love you!

Thank you @siesie2 for your comment and idea!! 

Let's pretend the GIF is you and Joel because I can't find one that looks good for this chapter!!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Epilogue

“Remind me how you convinced me to watch a horror movie again?” Joel tapped your shoulder.

You were laying on your sides on the couch, head resting on Joel’s lap.

“I love scary movies.” You scoffed.

“Well, I hate it.” Joel clicked his tongue.

“You’re a big guy but you can’t even stand scary movies.” You laughed.

“I can handle blood and killing stuff in movies but not ghosts.” Joel protested.

*eerie music from the movie*

Guessing from the music, you knew the ghost was coming soon. You got ready to scare Joel. 

*the ghost appeared*

“Ahh!” You sat and screamed at his face.

“Fuuuck!” Joel screamed and flinched. 

You laughed so hard at his face. 

“You really have to see your face!” You laughed holding your belly.

“You’re really really bad, mama.” Joel shook his head. 

His heart was about to burst. But you enjoyed teasing him. He was cute when he was like that. 

“You need to be punished, baby.” Joel crawled to you and tickled you.

“No! No! Stop it!” You giggled.

Joel knew your weakness was being tickled. You were ticklish. But Joel had to have revenge. He kept tickling you and laughed. You kept giggling as he tickled you. Your belly moved up and down as you laughed.

“Ooh-Ooh.” You felt a gush of liquid.

“I think I just peed a little.” You giggled.

“Mission accomplished.” Joel proudly said to you as he got his revenge done.

You thought it was pee so you tried to hold it but you couldn’t. Apparently, your water broke. 

“Shit, Joel. I think it wasn’t pee.” Your heart was beating faster.

“Don’t prank me again, baby.” Joel didn’t believe you.

“Do you really think I’m joking?!” You stood up and more liquid flowed down your thighs.

“Fuck! Ughh-” You groaned as you felt a shooting pain in your abdomen.

“Fuck-I’m sorry. Are you okay?” Joel stood up and held your hand.

You glared at him. You were not okay. You were scared actually. It was your first time having a baby and you were scared to death.

“I’m not okay, Joel. I’m scared.” Your voice cracked.

“Come on, baby. Let’s get you to the hospital. Everything’s gonna be fine. I’m here.” Joel put his arms around you and guided you to the car. 

You had everything ready a week before and put the hospital bag inside the car. So you wouldn’t have to move the stuff when you were already in a panic mode when your water broke. 

Joel drove as fast as he could to the hospital. He lent his hand for you to squeeze throughout the way to the hospital. Even though it didn’t help to ease your pain, his touch and existence gave you comfort.

“Fuuucckk.” You made a low guttural sound to let out the pain.

“Wish I could take your pain, baby.” Joel sat beside the hospital bed you were laying down.

He took your hand and kissed the back of your hand. Joel kept kissing and rubbing your hand with his thumb hoping to ease your pain. His heart broke at the thought of not being able to take your pain away. He couldn’t see you in pain, his eyes were getting teary seeing you crying in pain. 

“Joel..It hurts so much.” A tear fell down your cheeks.

“What can I do for you, baby?” He raised your hand and brought it to his lips.

“Ugghh..” You squeezed his hand.

Initially, you wanted to have a natural birth and feel the pain of giving birth without epidurals. But now you were having second thoughts. You thought you could handle it but turned out the pain was unendurable. 

“Joel-please-” You cried.

“What baby? What can I do?” Joel nodded and looked at you.

“I want the drugs. I need the epidural.” You begged.

“Okay, wait here. I’ll call the nurse.” Joel placed a kiss on your forehead and left the hospital room

A few moments later, the anesthesiologist and nurse came in with all the stuff they needed to inject the epidural for you. You saw a really big needle. Your heart beat faster. You could handle the normal needle but this one was the biggest you had ever seen. 

“That..is..the biggest needle I’ve ever seen.” Your eyes widened.

“Is that going to be inside me?” Suddenly the pain was gone.

“We will inject this to your spine, Mrs. Miller.” The anesthesiologist answered.

“Ughh..” You groaned.

Then the nurse helped to sit in the correct position and get ready for injecting the epidural. Joel was there beside you. His heart beat faster too as he saw the needle that would soon be injected to your spine. 

“Hold my hand.” You asked for Joel’s hand.

Joel immediately lent his hand and gave a strong grip to your hand. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath in and out before the needle was inserted to your body. You squeezed his hand when you felt the needle injected to your spine. You hissed at the sting.

“It’s done.” The doctor tapped your shoulder.

You breathed out in relief. 

“Thank you.” You thanked the doctor and nurses.

The epidural worked so well. You felt less pain and you tried to sleep to get some rest. Joel was always there beside you. He took some rest when you sleep so he could stay awake when he needed you.  A few hours later, it was finally the time for the baby to come out. 

“Okay, I’m gonna need you to push in 1, 2, 3..” Your doctor guided you to push.

You held your breath, chin to your chest and pushed. 

“You’re doing great, baby.” Joel held your hand and leg.

He kept telling you encouraging words and being your rock. You were grateful Joel was there because you couldn’t do it alone. After a few pushes, your baby boy was finally born. Tears falling down your cheeks when you hear a cry from your baby. Joel cried too. 

“I’m so proud of you, baby.” Joel tucked your sweaty hair behind your ear then placed a kiss on your temple.

“Hi baby. Hi~” You stroked your baby that was laying on your chest.

“He looks like you, Joel. Little Joel Miller is here.” You teared up adoring your baby boy.

“Hi there, son.” Joel leaned in to get a closer look at his baby boy. He was tearing up too.

Then the nurses brought your baby to give him a bath, weigh him and check everything. Your baby was healthy and that was everything you needed. Your weak body laid on the hospital bed happy but felt weird.

“I feel weird.” You turned your head to Joel who couldn’t stop looking at his baby boy.

“What’s wrong? Do you want me to call the nurse?” Joel panicked.

“No-no. I just-It’s weird that he’s here now. I used to carry him for 40 weeks and now he’s here. And the fact that we made him.” You chuckled.

“We made him.” Joel shook his head and chuckled at your words.

“He’s a part of the two of us, Joel. Can you believe it?” You started to tear up.

“Hey, hey. Why are you crying?” Joel came to you and sat on the edge of the hospital bed.

“It’s happy tears. Don’t worry.” You chuckled as you sniffled.

“Thank you for bringing him to this world, baby. Our world. I promise I will protect our family  with my life. I love you.” Joel kissed your forehead and stroked your head.

“I love you too.” You smiled and invited him to lay on the bed with you.

Two days went by, you were finally able to go home with your newborn baby. Joel had called your mom and she said she would wait for you at your house with Sarah. Joel took the carseat with your baby sleeping in it then he helped you get out of the car.

“Hold on to me.” Joel put his arms around you. One hand holding your baby in the carseat.

“Ugh..” You groaned at the discomfort you were feeling as you got out of the car.

“You good?” Joel raised his eyebrows.

“Hmm. Yeah.” You nodded.

Joel held your weight and walked you inside the house slowly. 

“Oh my God!” Your mom squealed as she saw the sleeping baby.

“How are you feeling?” Your mom hugged you.

“I’m happy mom. But I need sleep.” You joked. 

“I’ll make you some tea.” Your mom went to the kitchen.

“Where is he? Where is he?” Sarah jumped and ran to you. 

“Hi, sweetie. Your brother’s sleeping. You need to calm down.” You stroked her head and chuckled.

Joel put the carseat on the coffee table so everyone could meet his boy.

“Sit here, baby.” Joel put a cushion on the couch for you to sit.

“Thank you, honey.” You stroked his upper arm and sat.

“Hi Sammy!” Sarah took her baby brother’s small hands and waved it gently.

You and Joel decided to name your son Sam. But he would always be little Joel Miller. 

“Do you want to hold him, babygirl?” Joel asked his daughter.

“Can I?” Sarah got excited.

“Of course you can, sweetie.” You rested your head on the couch and rubbed your belly.

“Sit here.” Joel patted the empty space between you and him on the couch for Sarah to sit.

“Place your hand like this.” Joel demonstrated to Sarah and she followed him.

“Hold his head, okay.” Joel slowly put his son in Sarah's arms. 

“That’s it babygirl.” Joel smiled, proud of his daughter being a big sister.

“You’re a big sister now, Sarah.” You stroked her head.

“I’m your big sister.” Sarah cooed to her baby brother and kissed his cheek.

Joel smiled looking at Sarah holding her baby brother. Then he rested his hand on your shoulder. You smiled at him when he rubbed your shoulder.

“I love you.” Joel mouthed to you.

To be continued…

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[kenposting]

Every Night is Ghoul's Night

Summary: Ken leads the way to the Real World to join Barbie for a new holiday he doesn't quite understand. Once he arrives, he learns that most things in this place are hard to understand.

WC: 1.4k + there's a few 4th wall breaks so if that is hard for u don't read this!! ken goes to the real world for a Halloween party and people there have seen the barbie movie

AN: i'm leaving town for like 9 days on the 18th and i just wanted to write something silly before i left!!! after seeing the movie my friend and i talked about being barbie and ken for halloween and it crossed my mind that that would probably confuse him lol. ps thank u for all ur kind words omg!!! i love ken so much and u guys make me want to just keep writing about him CRYING EMOJI!!! thank u seriously wtf u guys are so nice to me wtf .

Read other Ken stories here: Masterlist

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He really was trying to understand it all. This felt like Patriarchy all over again. Turns out Halloween is not about tiny black sky dogs coming to bite you to assert their dominance (allegedly called “bats” like baseball), nor is it about evil vegetables that come to life and are filled with fire. Wild, I know.

“It’s okay you guys, I know what I’m doing, I’ve done this before.” 

Ken stuck out a dismissive hand, reminding the rest of the Barbies (and the Kens and Allen) that he’s been to the Real World (and even found his way back all by himself!) as he led the way. He wanted them to feel at ease – he remembered how worried he was the first time he went to the Real World. It was not like he expected at all.

He reassured them he definitely knows what's up. Except that he doesn’t. And he didn’t last time either. 

One (very long, as the passenger Barbies and Kens and Allen well exceeded the hundreds) car-rocket-boat-rv-bike-jetski-rollerblade trip later and Ken was met with Barbie in Venice Beach, just like last time. 

“Hi Ken! Hi Barbie! Hi Ken! Hi Barbie! Hi Barbie! Hi Ken!” 

He was so happy to see her and wanted to hear all about how she’d been and what she'd been up to (as well as thank her for inviting him and everyone over), but that must wait, lest he misunderstands Halloween any longer. 

He was on a mission, that’s for sure. 

All of the crew skated alongside Barbie, following her to her sorority house. Ken didn't know what that was, but he figured it didn't have to do with Halloween, so he wasn't interested. They were throwing a giant blowout party with all the students (and planned choreography, and a bespoke song) for 'Halloween', whatever that was. 

His original costume was a vampire but he scared himself in the mirror and cried so he settled instead for a cowboy (not that that had to be a costume, he liked to look like that anyways). 

It would’ve been more fitting to dress as a detective the way he wanted so desperately to know what all of this meant. The decorations were… so dark, literally zero sparkles, all of the people at the party looked badly injured, the music had words he’s never heard before, and the fruit punch tasted horrible – like a burning kind of horrible – none of it made any sense to Ken. And the girls were scary too. 

They were all touching him and laughing. He couldn’t tell if they were laughing at his confusion or just having fun, but something about it felt weird. They were looking at him in a way he didn’t understand, and he very much sensed an undertone of violence. 

“You were soo good in the movie, Ken!” 

He couldn’t tell you how many times he’d heard that tonight because he had stopped counting after 20 (he can’t count higher than 20). All the girls saying that to him were wearing Barbie’s clothes, like they had borrowed them from her. He didn’t know why. Wasn’t tonight about dressing up? That’s just what Barbie wore everyday back home. Even the Palazzo pants! 

And what movie? The God Father? Why did everyone keep bringing up The Movie™ like he was supposed to know what they were talking about? 

He excused himself to further analyze the situation, his eyes squinting and shifting, taking in all the information. The books he read back home said a lot of stuff about magic and evil spirits, but all he knew about magic was from Magic Ken’s earring, let alone what an ‘evil spirit’ was. None of this was appealing, and if he was honest, it all sort of frightened him. Who wants to hang around waiting for Patriarchy guys to jump out and scare you all night? 

Which they did. For who knows how many times (he stopped counting at 20). He knew this time they were definitely laughing at him, so excused himself. 

The air was cold and the lull of the music and people talking from inside spilled everywhere he went. He couldn’t escape it. It hurt his ears, but at least it wasn’t as loud out here. 

Sat on the front step outside under twinkling orange lights was a girl wearing nearly the same costume as him. 

He noticed she looked like she wasn’t enjoying herself much either, her chin resting in her palms folded over her lap. The flowers embroidered on her Cowgirl shirt matched his. Even the pattern at the base of his bell-bottoms was the same on her suede skirt. 

He stood beside her hesitantly, careful to not disturb her – and also worried she would try to scare him like everyone else had. 

“Sorry, is it okay if I sit here? This isn’t going how I thought it would.” 

“Oh, parties are for sure the worst part about Halloween.” 

Ken’s head tilted to the side, curious. 

“Worse than bat?” 

You smiled at him, patting the porch next to you, gesturing for him to join. 

“You mean bats? Like fruit bats? I think they’re cute.” 

“Cute?! Bats are much more dangerous than people realize. Even I know that. You know, Zoologist is not even my job. And it is not Pumpkin Carver, which is a common misconception. Yeah – ‘cause actually my job? It’s just–” 

“Beach? And what a good job you do at it? I saw the movie.” 

You watched as his brow furrowed. 

“What movie? Everyone keeps talking about some movie, did I miss something? All we have at home is The Wizard of Oz and The God Father and neither of those have beach.” 

“Oh my gosh, you haven’t seen it? You don’t even know?” 

“Know what?” 

“Is that even legal? Can Mattel release this without, like, asking for your permission?” 

“Permission for what?!” 

You took his hand, standing up. He followed suit, proving to be much taller than you’d expected. He kind of towered over you – and you had boots on (to complete the Ken look, of course). 

“C’mon, I’ll show you, but it’s going to be really weird to watch yourself and it will probably make you have some sort of existential crisis where you realize you were created by someone in the 60s.” 

His face screamed confusion, but he followed you anyway, the two of you strolling through the damp rain-soaked streets from this afternoon’s storm. The theater was only a few blocks away so you didn't mind walking – and it was nice to see the decorations and lights through the windows from parties.

“Hey, did you notice we’re matching!” 

“Yeah, Ken, I’m dressed as you.” 

He stopped walking, his boot spurs scraping the pavement. You stopped too, turning to face him. 

Tears were welling up in his eyes. 

“You… You dressed up… as me?” 

“Yeah. So did he. And him, and her, and them too.” 

You pointed to some of the trick-or-treaters (and even their parents) that walked on the sidewalks beside you. He hadn’t noticed, but you were right. All of them… All of them were dressed as him. And even he knew choosing a costume was a very important – maybe the most important – part of Halloween. 

“You mean… I’m cool enough that people here in the Real World want to look… like me?” 

His eyes were shiny and huge like a cartoon character. He looked ridiculous, falling apart right here in the road, the glow of the streetlamps glittering around him, but it did pull at your heartstrings a little. 

“Ken… You don’t get it. You’re an icon right now.” 

“I don’t know what that word means.” 

“Like… this movie. Everyone saw it to just have fun with their friends but you really changed a lot of people’s perspectives on some really important stuff. Mojo Dojo Casa Dreamhouses were flying off the shelves – gosh, you were even the most popular tattoo! You taught people something here – showed them a part of themselves they didn't know how to put words to.” 

“What is a tattoo?” 

You remembered it too, the first time you saw it and laughing before watching your friends bawl their eyes out towards the end. Here in The Real World you had heard about Skipper (although N-SYNC was a surprise…) so you knew it was possible, but it never dawned on you that the Barbies and Kens had no idea that you were all watching. Except Allen, for some reason. 

You watched as he just got more and more confused, taking his hand once again and guiding him to the theater. 

“Hey… is that a picture of me?” 

“Yes, Ken, that’s an advertisement for the movie.” 

He really didn’t have any idea. 

“Two tickets for Barbie please!” 

The guy in the booth was dressed as a vampire, Ken’s decidedly mortal enemy as of the last 24 hours. He looked awestruck. 

“Is that Ryan Gosling?” 

The two of you replied in unison;

“Who’s Ryan Gosling?” 

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[wosowrites]

Sick for You (Vivianne Miedema x Reader)

warnings: ⚠️throwing up⚠️

a/n: very short fic but it’s based off this request here

prompt: in which reader is sick and viv takes care of her.

There was literally nothing worse than being sick. You hated it. You hated the sweat that made your hair stick to your face, and the stuffy nose that had you breathing loudly and blowing your nose over and over even though you knew there was nothing to be done. You despised the sore throat and the pain of swallowing as well as the repulse you had towards food. But man, there was nothing worse than throwing up. Nothing worse than the taste, the movement of it all, the smell and the energy it took out of you. And when you woke up Monday morning at the crack of dawn feeling like everything bad in the world had been transferred into your body, you knew exactly what the next couple of days were gonna feel like. Partly because you had a radar for this stuff and partly because the taste of vomit was slowly filling your mouth. 

You jumped out of bed, throwing the covers off of you and rushing to the washroom connected to your shared bedroom with Viv. You barely reached the toilet, for once thankful for Vivianne's bad habit of never closing the seat. And then you threw up. It made you want to cry. You hated it. Not only the actual motion of throwing up but the helplessness that came with it. 

You parents weren’t exactly… bad they were just absent. And when you used to get sick as a kid, they would get mad. You vividly remembered a time where you accidentally threw up on the floor and got yelled at. 

And the fact that you and Vivianne had only been dating for 3 months made it all more scary. What if she was repulsed by you? What if she left? But come now, it was Viv after all. 

The dutchie got up the second she heard the sounds of vomiting. She was on her feet and in the bathroom as quickly as humanly possible. “Y/n! Oh my god,” she said, her hair a mess, her eyes wide awake for someone who had been in a deep sleep seconds before. “I’m sorry,” you croaked before throwing up in the bowl again. Viv was quick to catch your loose hair and hold it out of the way, one hand on your hair, the other one slipped under your shirt and rubbing your back soothingly. “Do not apologize. There is nothing to be sorry for baby. You’re sick and I’m here,” she said kindly. You stopped the retching a few minutes after, leaning against the bathroom wall and looking at her with puppy eyes. “I’ll call in sick for both of us, let me get my phone,” she said, leaving the room to get her phone but not before kissing your forehead lovingly. 

You leaned your head back on the wall, breathing out shakily but relieved Viv wasn't mad.

Your girlfriend walked back in a couple minutes later. “Let’s go back to bed,” she said softly. But before you could stand up, she put her arms under your legs and picked you right off the ground. “Viv!” you said, letting out a small laugh of surprise. She had made the bed, knowing how much you liked a made bed, and so she let you down on the covers before pulling them out from under you and placing them over you. “I don’t know what to do. I always cook for people when they feel sick but whatever I make you’ll throw right back up,” she said, sitting at the edge of the bed. “I’ll tell you what you can do, you can lie back down in bed with me, turn on the TV and put on a movie,” you said to her, patting the spot beside you. She smiled at you widely before basically throwing herself on to the bed like a child. “Ah! Do not do that, you'll make me throw up again!” you groaned. “Right, sorry,” Vivianne said quickly.

She lied her head on your chest as if you did, your nose would get even more plugged, and as she laid there, she trailed kisses along your collarbones, distracting you from the movie. "Aren’t you scared of getting sick?" you said to her, passing your fingers through her loose hair. "Mhm, well if i’m sick then you’ll take care of me, and that doesn’t sound half bad."

What was half bad was when you woke up from your nap halfway through the second Hunger Games movie with the worse nausea yet. You sat up quickly and tried to get out of bed but the second you were on your feet you threw up.

Never had you felt more helpless. Puke on the floor and on your legs, you wanted to die. Vivianne wasn’t in the room, having probably retreated to the kitchen to make herself food. So, you hurried to the washroom, coughed up a bit more vomit in the sink and then grabbed as much TP as you could at once. But by the time you were back in the bedroom, Vivianne had opened the door and walked into the bedroom. "Oh baby," she said gently, walking up to you and trying to grab the TP. "Stop it. Stop please don’t pity me just le me clean it up," you pleaded with her, pulling away from her.

"Hey, you don’t have to do this yourself. It’s okay. Your sick, you didn’t ask to be sick but i’m asking you to let me help you. I know… you’re used to doing things yourself and being independent but right now you’re going to please go into the washroom and undress as i clean this up and then you’re gonna shower to get that-" she gestured to the vomit on you, "-off of you,"

You didn’t notice your eyes tearing up and when you opened your mouth your girlfriend cut you off again. "And do not dare apologize again," she said.

You closed your mouth swiftly.

However you did as she said. You gave her the TP and then walked into the washroom. You opened the shower, setting the temperature to cold like you liked it. You then pulled off your big baggy tee shirts and your adidas shorts followed by your underwear.

You stepped into the glass shower, letting your head fall backwards to appreciate the coldness of the water falling down your body. You made quick work of shampooing your hair and at the conditioning stage, Vivianne walked in. She headed to the sink and washed her hands, not looking at herself in the mirror, looking at you instead.

You smiled at her and she then sat down on the closed lid of the toilet, watching you. "Even when you’re sick you look beautiful," she said to you, tracing your body with her eyes before laying her gaze on your sunken eyes. "Sure," you laughed over the sound of the water, scrubbing your body clean. "I mean it, y/n. You’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen," she repeated. You closed the water and then stepped out of the shower, not caring about the water dripping all over the floor. "Can I kiss you?" you asked her, standing in front of her. "You can always kiss me," she said gently, rubbing her hands on your hip bone. "Yeah but i’m sick," you said, putting your hands on the side of her face. "Just kiss me," she said.

You leaned down, connecting your lips together and closing your eyes, thankful for her.

[jinx-420]

Good ol’ scary movie (2)

Warnings- Ellie x fem reader, Abby being readers shitty ex (I’m making an Abby fanfic soon to make up for this 😩) face sitting, scissoring, mentions of Ellie’s strap at the end :p

A/N - glad y’all liked the first part and this ones is deff a bit rushed but hope y’all like it anyways 😘🙏

Part one

To say you were speechless was an understatement. Abby Anderson was here ? As in your ex Abby Anderson ? This may turn out to be a disaster.

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“Why the hell would I invite her?!” you say with your hands on your head,“why should I know?” Ellie says with a hint of panic in her tone. “Ok whatever, let’s just see what she wants okay?” She says trying to calm you both down. “No other choice I guess, not like she gives up easy.” You say as you recall your relationship with Abby, being stood up regularly and countless excuses for letting you down again and again. However you didn’t end your relationship with her because of that, you ended it because she got mad at you every time she found you crying on Ellie because of her. Even after you blatantly explained to her why you needed to end things, she still somehow thought she could just refuse you doing so. Another knock on the door snapped you back into reality and you took a deep breath before opening the door to see her standing there pitifully.

She opens her mouth to say something which you figure is another apology, but her gaze catches on your puffy and dark lips and disheveled tank top. “oh” she says quietly and her gaze turns to Ellie who’s eyebrows were raised at the ongoing scene. “Why are you here Abby ?” You say with a hand on your hip waiting for an answer. “Baby I’m sorry for everything, I stopped doing all that shit you know ? Cmon trust me let’s get out of here and I’ll show you how much I missed you” she says stepping forwards a bit to you, as she does so, Ellie comes up and presses her front against your back as her arms snake around your waist. “Don’t tell me you’re screwing around with her..” Abby says looking at both of you. “You gatta be fucking with me right” her eyes widen in disbelief and you scoff a bit at her. “Not my fault you were a shitty girlfriend man” Ellie says yawning. “Oh fuck off” Abby says getting more frustrated by the second. “I bet you can’t even make her cum” Abby says feeling much less confident when you and Ellie start laughing together, “you wanna tell her what you were doing before she interrupted baby?” Ellie says before starting to kiss down your neck. You couldn’t help the blush on your cheeks as Abby watched you both with a slight blush on her cheeks as well. “I think you should go Abby” you say finally and shut the door on her face.

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“Her face when you said that was priceless !” You and Ellie had been laughing together until your bellies hurt while getting ready for bed. “Ohmygod and you could literally see her doubting herself when she said I couldn’t make you cum” Ellie said as you both got under the blankets “we never really found out you know” you said with your eyebrows raised and your body facing Ellie. She looked at you with a dark look in her eye and you could tell she was waiting for you to say something about earlier. “well seeing as you were about to cum with your clothes on in under three minutes, I think we both know the answer baby” she says with a raspy voice which made you throb.

She looked you up and down before she attached your lips together and climbed on top of you. You needed Ellie so bad you couldn’t even function properly so when you desperately tried to take off her tank top she let out a little chuckle before taking it off for you, leaving her chest completely bare. you immediately sat up with her still on your lap and took her nipple in your mouth as you had your arms wrapped around her pulling her in further to you. She let out whimpers so hot you could listen to them all fucking day. “I need to see your body baby, please.” Ellie said between whimpers trying to lift your tank top. You pulled your mouth away from her tits with a pop and before you even finished getting your tank top over your head Ellie was sucking one tit and massaging the other with her hand. “You don’t know how long I have imagined doing this to you” Ellie said looking at your from your tits. “Oh yeah?” You said before moaning when her teeth grazed your nipple. “Think about fucking you all day everyday but especially at night with my hands down my pants” Ellie says in between kisses trailing down your stomach. You needed her to touch you now or you think you might fucking explode. “Els please.. fuck me.. please?” You said as polite as you could whimpering from her kissing below your belly button. “How could I say no to you, princess ?” She says pulling your pants and underwear down. “Ohmygod your this wet for me?” Ellie says staring at the string of wetness that came from your pussy to your underwear. “How could I no-“ you tried to explain yourself but Ellie’s face burying straight into your pussy interrupted you. She was so deep in your pussy and her mouth was so fast your legs started to shake. “You taste so fucking good baby but I need more.. sit on my face yea ?” Ellie said while already laying herself down and grabbing your hand. “You want me to sit on your face?” You ask absolutely shocked “please Angel ? You’d be doing me a favor, I promise I’ll make you feel good” she said practically begging. You climb over her face and hover her mouth before she pulls you down onto her and immediately starts groaning on your pussy as she eats you out. It felt so good you couldn’t say anything but her name as she devoured you. You looked below you to see her eyes already on yours and the dirty sight alone made you 10x closer than you already were. She sucked on your clit before going back to licking up and down your hole. “Els.. m’ganna cum” you managed to say before your legs started to shake and you came on her face. As you pulled yourself off her she immediately kissed you and she looked so pussy drunk you were kind of proud.

“Fuck Ellie where’d you learn how to do that huh?” You both laughed a little and she simply stated “well honesty I was just enjoying myself” you rolled your eyes a bit before she attached your lips once again. You smiled into the kiss as you took off her pants and boxers eager for whatever happens next. She put one leg over yours and pulled away from the kiss as your pussies pressed together. You both let out a whimper and the explicit wet sounds of both of your slick made the pleasure so much more intense. Ellie started to rub herself onto you and you swear you could be dreaming right now. You stare into her eyes as you move a hand down to feel her abs then up to her tits. After a couple minutes of a steady pace Ellie and you both started to get faster and more desperate grinds to chase your highs. “You want to cum at the same time baby ?” Ellie said a whimpering mess. All you reply with was a nod of your head and a “mhm” as you both made your last few grinds on each other you both came and slowly started to come down from your highs. “So, was Abby right?” Ellie said with a breathless laugh, “well you were alright I guess” you said sarcastically and pulled her down to kiss you.

“Guess you’ll just have to meet my strap tomorrow then huh ?”

[k4g3hika]

Hi I just wanted to say I think that your writing is magnificent and it brings me so much joy on that note I was wondering if you could do a eddie x reader where eddie has a crush on the reader and people like the basketball team or cheerleaders keep embarrassing him infront of reader so he gets completely humiliated and gos and hides somewhere to cry (you can choose the place) and reader finds him and comforts him and you can tie it all together with a confession or not but I trust you

Sorry if that made no sense or sounds stupid and you can completely ignore this idea if you want to thank you for your time 😊

FREAK'S GOT A STARING PROBLEM ━ imagine!

eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie cannot stop looking at you. not for anything bad! he just thought that you are the most beautiful thing to walk on earth. but will his habit bring fortune or conflict for him? it's terrible that this freak's got a staring problem.

genre: a bit of angst? / fluff

wc: 1. 98k

note/warning: a bit of bullying and lots of curse words lol. and major tw!jason. mfs scary. also, i'm not entirely proud of this one, but i hope you enjoy!

Eddie thought that you were the most beautiful thing to ever walk the earth. 

Sure, his magazines had some hot chicks in them, and frequently he would see the occasional actress in the movies that he would watch, but you? You seemed to beat all of them so easily with both your personality and beauty. 

It physically pained him to have this teeny-tiny crush on you. In the few classes the both of you shared together, Eddie always caught himself looking your way. He didn’t know what overcame him to possess his eyes to draw to you, but he knew the reasons could’ve been either your radiating smile or possibly, that bright light that seemed to be behind you. 

Though he frequently stared at you, however, Eddie Munson was not a perv. He could never look at you in that light, well- 

‘No.’ Eddie stops himself. He will not let his mind be dragged to that point. You were an angel graced by God, how the fuck can he even think of you in such a dirty way?

Eddie groans, finally hearing the ringing of the school bell, notifying Hawkins High that it was finally lunch. He heard the class go by around him but didn’t start packing until most of them had left. Sometimes, Eddie imagined what his life would’ve been like if he was in your high school posse. 

Athlete, cut hair, spent most of his time in training or parties. Easily having the prettiest girl in his arms. And of course, for that position, it would be you.  

Fortunately, life was kind to Eddie. Instead, he was playing one of the most brilliant games ever created, with the best people around him. He would prefer that, over throwing a ball around for an hour. With that thought, he would have to deal with the ridicules that frequented him, and most importantly, holding his feelings and looking at you from a metre away. It was fine. He could live like this. 

Eddie’s ears are infiltrated with noise as he walks through the cafeteria doors, seeing that several students have already received their lunch. He began to make his way to the lunch line, expecting to receive the most lacklustre, unappetizing meal of the day. 

After receiving a certain look from the lunch lady, Eddie mutters a ‘thanks’ and looks around to see his friends sitting at the usual table. They seem to already be deep in conversation, making Eddie feel a bit inferior because of his absence. He hopes it isn’t too important, because of course, as the leader of Hellfire, Eddie had to be there for every complaint and recommendation. 

But first, a small stop past the table he dreaded the most. 

No, Eddie wasn’t going to actually stop and talk to anyone at that table, shit, that was blasphemous at whoever cared. All he’s going to do is walk by, and catch a small, small glimpse at you. Hopefully today you were either smiling or laughing because if he was being honest, those expressions look beautiful on you. 

As he walks past, he sees you giggling a bit behind your hands, making him fail to notice how his stride begins to slow. Eddie is entranced by your laugh and smile, feeling as though a higher power somewhat blessed him today. 

Unfortunately, the devil seemed to curse him as well, seeing as he captured the attention of the prick sitting at the head of the table. 

At first, Jason was going to say something, either ‘get out of here freak’ or whatever. Until, he looks at where Eddie’s gaze was caught, tracing it back to you. An alarm goes off in his head. 

“Hey, freak!” Eddie’s head snaps to Jason, who slams his hands down on the table and stands up. Eddie’s heart begins to race. 

‘Shit!’ He thought he was being so slick! 

“You fuckin’ need somethin’?” Jason starts to make his way to him. 

“No Jason-”

“Then why are you looking at Y/N? Got a starin’ problem you need help taking care of?” The blond jams his finger into Eddie’s chest, prompting him to almost drop the lunch tray in his hands. Eddie steadies himself, almost losing his temper at the bullshit Jason was trying to pull. 

In the corner of his eye, he can see that your head was turned to him, making him a bit nervous under your gaze. 

“Listen, Jason, I don’t want anything to happen. I was just walking by.”

‘Yup, yup. Keep your cool. Gotta look swift for her.’

“Yeah Jason, he doesn’t want anything to happen,”

‘God fuck! Why do his goons have to get involved?!’

The basketball player, whom Eddie remembers to be Andy, laughs under his breath, “he doesn’t want anything to happen, to interrupt his serial killer plans. He’s probably planning to kill our whole fucking table just to be with Y/N. What a fucking creep.”

“Yeah, we hit the jackpot? Is that what you want to do? Order your little cult to kidnap Y/N so you could use her in your cult sacrifices?” The cafeteria gets silent at the statements of Jason and Andy. Eddie’s face feels warm, not because he was particularly embarrassed, but because of his anger. 

He just wanted to look at you is all, what’s wrong with that?!

“Hey Jason-” Eddie hears a soft voice,

“No. We need to fucking expose this freak before he terrorizes Hawkins. Shit, maybe tomorrow night we might just see that club of his dancing around a fire. That’s what you do Eddie? Dance around the fire like a couple of pussy bitches?”

“Why don’t you fucking push your head up Andy’s ass Jason. You’re being a fucking prick.” Eddie sneers at Jason. Of course, Jason expected this kind of reaction from him, prompting him to threateningly step closer. 

“Yeah, you freak-”

“Jason, I fuckin’ said, shut,” he pushes the cafeteria tray into his chest, “the fuck, up!” Eddie turns his tray over, knocking some potato mixture onto Jason’s varsity jacket. The cafeteria gasps, but before Jason could give him some kind of comeback, Eddie leaves the room. Not forgetting to give him the middle finger before he made his exit. 

Slightly turning around, Eddie still makes the effort to look for you, catching your shocked face switching between him and Jason. 

“Get back here you freak!” The door shuts behind him. 

‘Shit, shit, shit,’ Eddie runs through the school, trying to find an empty classroom he could hide in for the time being. He definitely didn’t want to get caught by Jason and his goblins. 

He wasn’t prepared for whatever they were gonna give him. 

“Eddie?” His heart stops. Eddie hears a voice in the hallway, not wanting to turn around and witness his murderer. 

‘FUCK.’ Pushing open the door right next to him, he finds it to be the restroom. Not sure if it was girls or boys, but regardless, he didn’t care. Eddie rushes into the last stall, pulling close the door and sitting on the toilet seat, pushing his legs up to hide from whoever was looking for him. 

The door swings open. 

‘SHIT! Ozzy, please, I’m begging you. Please save me from whatever they’re gonna do to me, I’ll listen to Black Sabbath extra hard tonight. I promise!’ 

Eddie rocks back and forth, biting onto his rings to stop his heavy breathing. Slow footsteps echo throughout the small room, before finally stopping in front of him. 

‘Well. Praying didn’t do shit. Ozzy! You bi-’

“Eddie? It’s me, Y/N.” His heart stops, again.

‘Oh no. You’re probably here to fucking expose him. Jason is gonna come in here in any second-’

“I know, you probably don’t want to talk to me. But I’m not gonna call for Jason or any of his groupies. If it helps you, Chrissy is trying her best to calm him down…and I think that she’s doing an okay job.” Silence ensues. “Eddie? I just want to talk to you.”

His heart hurts. Why does your voice have to sound so pretty as well? 

Eddie puts his feet down. Slowly unlocking the door, he pulls it towards him and faces you. 

‘Shit, so pretty.’ Earlier, when he said that there seemed to be a light radiating behind you, he didn’t mean literally. But now? 

The lights above the restroom mirrors flicker a little, but still manage to enhance your beauty. Eddie almost crumbles to the ground, but instead just keeps his gaze locked onto your eyes…trying not to look anywhere else. 

“May I help you?” Shit, that sounded rude.

“Hey! Um, I just wanted to talk about what Jason was saying earlier. I’m sorry about whatever he said, y’know, about Hellfire and you.”

‘Fuck! She knows about Hellfire?!’

“Yeah…it’s not okay. I mean, he’s a fucking child so I don’t really care. The fact that you’re apologizing for him says a lot.” You sigh, rocking back and forth. 

“Well, our varsity basketball captain has a massive stick up his ass, so…I’m here. Apologizing for him because he is, like you said, a fucking child.” Eddie laughs a bit and you join him as well. He didn’t really expect you to criticise Jason like that, especially since the both of you ran in the same social circle. “Um, but that isn’t really what I came to talk to you about Eddie.”

‘Oh shit.’ This was it. The moment when you were going to ask him to stop looking at you. 

“About what Jason was saying…were you really looking at me or was Jason just imagining things?” Eddie swallows his spit. He really was debating on whether or not he should tell you the truth. 

“Well, um, uh,” fuck it, “yeah. I was looking at you. I just think that you…you know, are- shit.” He wipes his eyes with his hands to avoid looking at you. For some reason, you were getting too fucking bright. 

“No! Eddie, um…” you grab his hands from his face, surprising him a bit, “I think, I think I like you looking at me.” Eddie pauses, internally screaming.

‘...what?’

“I mean! I like you looking at me, as in, you know, I like that you take the time out of your day! I appreciate it! I also notice too in class, you looking at me, cause I look at you too- fuck! I mean, sorry, shit…I think your tattoos are cool!” You blurt that all out, shaking his hands as you spoke to him. You didn’t seem to notice that you were moving his hands along with yours, but he didn’t mind it. 

“You think my tattoos are cool?” Your eyes widen. 

“Of course! Who doesn’t? I love the bat one it’s so metal. I want to get a tattoo for my eighteenth, but I’m not sure what to get!” Eddie goes through some more pausing. 

‘Did you just say ‘metal’?’

“Did you just say metal?” Eddie repeats, standing up from the toilet, and you finally realize that his hands were in yours. Frantically pulling them away at the realization, Eddie immediately grabs them back. 

He was not getting rid of this opportunity!

“I did…? Did it sound right? I just started listening to metal, so I hope it’s okay to use the term.” His smile grows wider on his face. 

“Yes, yes you did say it right.” You smile right back and Eddie was starting to gain his confidence. “Listen, if you need any help coming up with ideas for a tattoo…I could always help you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, totally.” His thumbs rub your hands, 

‘Way to go Eddie!’

“Then,” you step closer to him, “can I request that you also be there when I get it? Y’know, to comfort me and what not.”

‘Ozzy? Praying to you has got to be one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.’

“Just give me the time and place sweetheart.”

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[torchickentacos]

15 Questions!

Tagged by @gaycey-sketchit !!!!! Thank you so much for the tag, and I loved reading yours! Long post, sorry lol.

1. Are you named after anyone? Nope! Not to my knowledge, anyways. Though if my mom told me that she named me after Taylor Hawkins from Foo Fighters, I would not be shocked.

2. When was the last time you cried? I think monday? I cry really often, at every single emotion. Happy? I'm going to cry about it. Laughing? My high school theatre class would always point out when they made me cry laugh. Sad? ABSOLUTELY crying about that. I didn't cry but I DID tear up yesterday because I was really happy about something nice someone said to me.

3. Do you have kids? Nope, and no intention of having them. Regardless of my desire to or not (usually not, being the oldest of four is enough for me), my health is not, and never will be, in an acceptable position or ability to go through that, and I've accepted that for a while now.

4. What sports do you play/have you played? As a kid, I played soccer and did gymnastics! In middle school, I BRIEFLY did fencing. My mom told me that when I was fencing is the only time she's ever seen me look truly graceful (lmao, love my mom dw. She's right). Then health stuff came up and I had to stop, but fencing just came as easily to me as breathing did. I always wonder where I'd be if I could have stuck with it. Nothing's ever immediately clicked with me the way fencing did, but it's hell on my joints.

5. Do you use sarcasm? Sometimes, usually when I'm annoyed which isn't TOO often. Or if I'm being hyperbolic for a joke.

6. What is the first thing you notice about people? No clue. I guess their demeanor- if they seem happy or not, if they look stressed, how they're feeling (or how I perceive them as feeling, I guess).

7. What's your eye color? Blue! My friend swears up and down that they're kind of green. I think she's colorblind.

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings!!! I am not built for scary movies. I can do some buzzfeed unsolved and I can watch markiplier play indie horror games but that's kind of my limit. I LOVE some types of horror, but my anxiety does not. I will be paranoid for a month after.

9. Any talents? I can play music by ear. Give me a guitar and a random song and ten minutes at most!

10. Where were you born?

11. What are your hobbies? Landscape/scenery art (also other art but it's much harder), writing, playing guitar (used to play piano too but not well. I also own a ukulele that I'm bad at, but generally I can play something on any instrument you give me). But mostly, I pick up and put down hobbies all the time. I've dabbled in crochet, embroidery, sewing, painting, archery, coding, needle felting, gardening, cooking, a little bit of everything. Never long enough to get good at most of them, though. I get bored too quickly.

12. Do you have any pets? A lovely husky (shelter girlie <3) and a gecko! And, for the gecko, a bunch of crickets at any given point in time, which I guess counts because I have to take care of them, too.

13. How tall are you? 5'2 and a half. 5'4 with my doc martens.

14. Favorite subject in school? Assuming lunch doesn't count, I was a theatre girlie. Assuming THAT doesn't count, English. I liked English because if I didn't have an answer, I could just bullshit one, but I usually did enjoy it and had real answers. I'll tell you why the curtains are blue and why they're the specific fabric they are and what the rest of the room means- if I'm interested, anyways.

15. Dream job? Oh boy, uh. Still trying to figure that out. DREAM job, like, without worrying about money or my physical ability to do it? Pro fencer, but I gave up on that a looong time ago. I genuinely believe I could have done it if my knee hadn't gone to shit at fourteen. I'd love to work in a record store or a music store, though, which is a little more in-reach.

Tagging: Anyone who sees this, lmk if you do it from this post!! But also, NO PRESSURE AT ALL but @soulsilversprings @nowandevermore @lostlegendaerie @mozukumi !!! Also whoever else wants to, I get nervous to tag people so assume you're tagged, too!

[jihyocentric]

(i wanted to make this a bit funny because i can't do angst so pretend you laughed to make me happy)

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jihyo wakes up to jeongyeon's arms around her, and for a moment she doesn't know where she is. she had grown used to waking up to see the silly posters jeongyeon had on the walls of her room, and when she sees herself at the living room it takes time for her to remember why she was there.

she flips around and meets jeongyeon's sleeping face, smiling fondly when she notices she's still deep asleep. jeongyeon's face looked soft and her cheeks seemed so squeezable that jihyo couldn't resist, pinching them tenderly and making jeongyeon stir in her sleep. jihyo stops then, not wanting to bother jeongyeon (surprisingly). in a normal day, she'd wake jeongyeon up with no mercy whatsoever, but jihyo just sighed and stared at her friend's drowsy face, keeping a palm against jeongyeon's warm cheek, a thumb caressing the plump skin.

she doesn't remember much from the other night. at least not at first, as she had just woken up and her head was spinning. her body begged for some coffee, but jihyo couldn't get up, not when jeongyeon held onto her waist as if she didn't want jihyo to leave. something about the way the trees swung outside due to the breeze made jihyo feel like if she left that couch and jeongyeon's arms, she'd freeze to death — she knew she wouldn't, but she decided to believe she would and stick in jeongyeon's arms.

little by little, jihyo's memories from the night before come back. she remembers going out with her friends and not kissing a single person that wasn't jeongyeon (not that she wanted to anyway), having kinky sex outside the club they were hanging out with the very same person in front of her and then... then she remembers it.

jihyo's face gets warm when the memories keep on coming, and she hides her face in jeongyeon's chest because it's the nearest safe place she has to hide, but at the same time that she felt protected in that familiar place, now it felt dangerous to be that close, so close she could hear jeongyeon's heartbeat. it was scary even when she was used to sharing that kind of intimacy with jeongyeon.

jihyo regrets getting drunk and she regrets opening her heart to jeongyeon, because the thought of their relationship changing if jeongyeon learns about her feelings frightens her. feelings of which she didn't know were there, not until her heart spoke for itself and embarrassed her in front of jeongyeon. jihyo feels conflicted, not knowing if she should be afraid, or shy, or act like she made a mistake, or simply listen to what jeongyeon had to say.

jeongyeon is her best friend, after all. and she kept quiet while jihyo confessed. maybe jihyo should listen first, and only then do something.

"you look comfortable there and i hate to disturb your movie worthy romantic moment but i'm hungry and i need coffee." nayeon's voice makes jihyo recoil from her safe spot. "why are you crying?"

jihyo blinks, confused, and she feels her cheeks getting wet. jeongyeon's shirt was stained with freshly dropped tears and she didn't realize she'd been crying until nayeon pointed it out.

jihyo gets up and cries more, heading to the kitchen and leaving a confused nayeon behind. "i don't know. d-don't ask me hard questions."

nayeon doesn't. she doesn't push jihyo or tries to lift her mood. she lets jihyo feel what she has to feel, and eats the bland tasting breakfast jihyo makes in silence. not a single word leaving her mouth, but she does hug jihyo when she notices she started to cry again.

jeongyeon sleeps until evening, and when their friends go home, she isn't awake to say goodbye. she really couldn't get any sleep, not when jihyo's words kept ringing in her head. if only jihyo would've listened when she told her to stop and kept quiet, jeongyeon wouldn't have messed up with her sleeping schedule.

when her body feels like it is rested enough, jeongyeon wakes up. she feels something wet brushing against her cheek and she doesn't understand the feeling at first, but then she opens her eyes and there's a dog licking her face.

"what the hell..." jeongyeon mutters and sits on the couch, her back hurting from sleeping in a place like that.

if jihyo wasn't feeling so anxious, she would've woken jeongyeon up and told her to move back to her room, but deep inside her heart she wanted jeongyeon to keep sleeping forever, so she would avoid having a serious conversation with her.

"his name is peanut. i didn't give him the name, the shelter did." jihyo says, sitting on a chair as she tried watch tv. the sound was so low that jeongyeon couldn't understand a word, but jihyo sat there with her eyes puffy and knees up to her face, where she rested her chin.

jeongyeon gasps when the puppy goes right to her lap, licking her face as his way of giving kisses. "whose dog is this?"

"o-ours." jihyo sneezes. "i-i only reminded i'm allergic after i got him," she sniffles, as if she'd been crying.

"jesus." jeongyeon pets peanut behind his ear, and the pup seemingly likes it as he nuzzles into her lap. "what the fuck happened while i was sleeping?"

"i was anxious and nayeon unnie said i should go to her dorm to play with her dog because kookeu helps when she's anxious, but i didn't want to go because you were sleeping and i didn't want you to worry, so i adopted a dog and came back home." jihyo blurts out, and it's the first time jeongyeon has ever seen her so... unsettled.

"you're stupid." jeongyeon says softly, her voice still husky from sleeping almost all day long, sighing when jihyo's shoulders tremble. jeongyeon is surprised when she hears jihyo sobbing, and she can't see the younger's face because she's hiding it on her knees. "why are you crying? i'm not mad! i mean it, we can raise a dog, it's fine!"

jihyo sniffles again. "i'm a cat person!"

"then we'll get a cat too, just stop crying." jeongyeon asks, feeling bad because jihyo crying like that was starting to make her anxious. not even when jihyo got her first heartbreak did she cry like that.

"but i'm even more allergic to cats! it would be a pain b-because we'd have to keep cleaning the fur it left behind and i wouldn't be able to touch it often because it'd be dangerous."

the puppy leaves jeongyeon's lap and goes straight to jihyo, trying to jump on her lap. the younger doesn't leave him hanging, instead she puts her legs down and gets him to her lap, even laughing when he licks her face just like he did with jeongyeon. it was love at first sight when she saw him, and even when she realized that getting a dog without telling jeongyeon first wasn't the most mature thing she could do, she still got him because she hated the idea of leaving the puppy behind and someone else getting him.

"i would clean it for you and keep the apartment as fur-proof as i could..." jeongyeon quickly reassures, but then something clicks in her head. "you're not really crying because of that, are you?"

"no." jihyo replies sincerely.

jeongyeon hums, but doesn't reply. not yet. she feels like jihyo has to start that conversation, or else they wouldn't talk about it at all. jihyo takes her time. four minutes and nearly twenty seconds, jeongyeon counts, and then she breaks the silence.

"last night i was wrong. i'm sure you know what i'm talking about. you were sober. i don't like you." jihyo starts.

although jihyo adopted a puppy by sheer impulse, nayeon was right. a puppy really helped, jihyo could feel herself less tense than she was when peanut wasn't on her lap.

"oh." jeongyeon says when jihyo doesn't proceed.

jihyo feels calmer, but she can't look at jeongyeon. she'd never had such deep conversations with her, and she felt naked despite wearing one of jeongyeon's big hoodies and sweatpants.

"you're my friend and i want you to be my friend always. i don't like you." jihyo explains, drying the last tear that came out. perhaps that would be the last one for the day. she didn't think she could cry more. "and i was wrong because i can find many bad things to say about you. it was the alcohol messing up with my mind. just now i want to tell you that i hate it when you sleep on the couch and i can't watch tv."

jeongyeon laughs, somewhat nervous with what she was listening. "right. at least we know you're not broken."

"i don't like you. because liking isn't enough to express what i feel." jihyo continues. "in fact, i really love you, jeongyeon."

jeongyeon swallows a lump at the back of her throat. "should i take you to a hospital? you're getting red. maybe it's the allergy."

"no. i'm just... embarrassed." jihyo answers with no filter. she felt like there was no need to, not when she'd already told jeongyeon her biggest secret. "you don't have to say it back. i just wanted to fix the mess i made yesterday, and i ended up making it worse," she looks at peanut, who has his ears flush against his head. "i'm sorry, buddy. but it's true, you were an accident. don't worry, i love you now."

jeongyeon blinks, surprised. "what makes you think i wouldn't say it back?" she laughs, and jihyo feels sillier. "i've been telling you i love you for ages now. you just didn't realize."

"well..." jihyo tries to find an argument, but she can't come up with anything for once in her life. "you never told me."

"i didn't have to say it because you knew. even if you didn't, your heart did." jeongyeon retorts. she sighs, and pats the seat next to her. "come here."

peanut is faster than jihyo and it makes them laugh, but jihyo takes him and he gets shared on their laps with the closeness that they had. jeongyeon touches jihyo's face, her thumbs brushing the wetness from her cheeks away, and she kisses jihyo's forehead. an act too intimate and entirely too loving, something jihyo has received more than once from her, but only now it makes sense.

"what changes now?" jihyo asks, her hand gripping jeongyeon's shirt tightly, quietly persuading her into answering her question.

"what changes is that now i'll say 'i love you' when we fuck." jeongyeon says with a smug smile on her lips, and jihyo sighs, pouting at the answer she got. "isn't that what lovers do?"

"we're not lovers. we're friends with benefits. you haven't asked me to be your girlfriend." jihyo counters, her heart swelling with sheer happiness, something different than all other types of happiness she'd ever experienced.

"you will ask me to be your girlfriend, not the other way around. it's only fair, because i'll ask your hand in marriage one day." jeongyeon says.

"but i want you to ask me." jihyo whines. "and who said i wanted to get married with you?"

jeongyeon rolls her eyes. "you. countless times."

"but we were just joking. look, if you don't ask me to be your girlfriend we'll be friends with benefits forever!" jihyo says stubbornly, and she didn't know exactly why she wanted jeongyeon to ask her. perhaps she just wanted to get under jeongyeon's skin.

"it's fine with me. we get to fuck, kiss, say i love you to each other and raise a dog. i'm living my best life if you ask me." jeongyeon doesn't seem to be affected by jihyo's words. "i really want to kiss you now but i can't do it in front of the dog."

jihyo smiles. "it's a puppy. he wont mind it."

"but i will. can't we just leave him here with a toy and go to the room?"

jihyo freezes. "about that... i gave him that ugly green stuffed toy you have... had." she corrects and gulps. "he k-kind of destroyed it."

jeongyeon opens her mouth, ready to give jihyo a lecture about how the toy wasn't ugly and jihyo shouldn't have given it to a dog, but when the puppy seemed to remind of the toy and left their lap to go play with it, she decides to ignore jihyo's mistake.

"fuck it. we'll talk about this later, i want to kiss you so bad right now."

and then, when peanut isn't looking, she kisses jihyo, making the younger squeal when she's raised from the couch and taken back to jeongyeon's room.

[harley-michaels-main]

The Three Times I Cried During Barbie and Why

(Spoilers for the movie under the cut)

When Barbie was sitting at the bus stop and told the old woman, "You're so beautiful."

I have always had a fear of growing older. Ever since middle school I was afraid of what would happen in my future. I have always told myself. "I am never going to let myself live to grow old because I don't have to be remembered that way."

That scene is starting to help me change the way I think. That old woman truly was beautiful and it made me think of my own grandma. My grandma is so beautiful and I honestly hope that one day I can as beautiful as she is.

The first conversation Barbie had with Ruth.

Barbie just talking to Ruth and starting to realize what being human is. Things like how she doesn't know how to drink tea all the way to the complexities of the patriarchy.

The scene with them sitting at the dining room table just felt nostalgic. It felt like a place I had been before. Like a memory that I have but can't quite recall.

I honestly don't know why I cried during that scene. It wasn't a sad cry. It was like a comforting one. Like when your mom rubs your back and softly tells you that everything is going to be okay.

The second conversation Barbie had with Ruth and also when Barbie wanted to become human

This scene was so beautiful. Everything about it felt so real and understandable. Humans create ideas and then they die. Meanwhile, their ideas live on. Long after they're gone, their ideas are still out there.

The montage of little girls growing up into teenagers and into adults hit me hard. Aging is scary but it's filled with so much love as well.

Barbie taking her first breath and finally experiencing human emotions at their full capacity.

The Billie Eillish song also hit me hard. Such a beautiful song and lyrics all tied together so perfectly with her voice. The imagery of the scene and the colors used were all so soft and warm.

Everything about that scene was perfect.

-Honorable Mention-

Barbie changing her name to Barbara

I know this one hit home for a lot of people in the trans community and it hit me as well. I was very close to crying but...

"I'm here to see my gynecologist."

This caught me so off guard I couldn't stop laughing.

Now that I'm home and thinking about it, it's so human. I love it. It was the perfect way to end the movie.

[borderlinemediocre]

TW for… everything

Those visceral body reactions to flashbacks and triggers, the dead inside feeling when you think about the extreme abuse and neglect you suffered, the weight of healing yourself because no one before you could be bothered to heal themselves. I’m exhausted and fucking pissed off.

Growing up we were shamed out of calling anything “mine”, including body parts. For example I couldn’t say “my arm”, I had to say “the arm.” I couldn’t wear a neckline below my collarbone, or wear shorts. When I was a toddler my mother would call me a slut because of what my father would do to me. She would call me disgusting and say I should marry him. He would say I was perfect and no boy would ever be good enough for me while sleeping naked in the same bed with me. He would tell me to sleep without underwear. He would beat the shit out of my brother and burn him with cigarettes. My mother would smoke around us as punishment because we both had asthma and it would give us asthma attacks. We were homeless and slept in abandoned houses or at shelters. I got lead poisoning. If we’d cry they’d lock us in a room and drive away. My father made me watch horror movies from a young age because it was “funny” that I was so scared.

My mother would rock herself to sleep every night and once when I was 7 I asked why. She said her older sister used to be raped by her dad every night, and rocking back and forth is how she could comfort herself to sleep. I assume she did the same when it was happening to me.

My father got arrested multiple times for domestic violence. I remember once, one of the cops found me cowering in a corner and went out to his car to get me a stuffed animal to comfort me while my father was screaming and resisting arrest in the basement. The next day some different cops came to confiscate the guns my father had.

But they pulled it together every time CPS investigated. Our parents told us not to say a word to anyone about what our life was like. They’d clean whatever space we were living in and put us in nice clothes. They’d stop drinking for the day. One of the days, though, after CPS left and determined everything was fine, my father had a grand mal seizure from not drinking for 12 hours. My mother attempted suicide three times in front of us. When I was in my early teens and was physically assaulted at a concert and was at the hospital while they checked for internal bleeding, I called my father and told him what happened. He laughed and said “cool.”

In college I was the only one working, and I worked every hour I could so we could eat and I could afford gas for my old, broken down car, and books for school. I applied to every scholarship I could find and took out as many loans as the government would let me so I could finish school. I was so brainwashed that I felt the need to support them, like they deserved to be taken care of. And it was all my responsibility.

My father’s father raped his daughter (my aunt) because she came out as a lesbian and he told her she’s not gay, she just wants to be with him. My lineage is full of and tainted with this trauma and abuse and it’s all gone unchecked, ignored, hidden. Until me.

I go to twice weekly psychotherapy, have meds that help, a much needed support system, a chosen family who loves me and who I love more than I can put into words. But this shit is so fucking hard. I made it out, got a degree, make good money, bought my own house. And this shit is still so fucking hard I can barely hold it together sometimes. Everything is a fucking trigger. Everything feels dangerous, and I still never feel clean. My husband has to come to the bathroom with me as a support because it’s scary to be in my own bathroom. I was misdiagnosed with OCD because of what my coping mechanisms look like. I have an ACE score of 10. I’m just. Fucking tired. I want to move on, focus on my life and how great it is now.

But what I need to do is tell my story to family and friends, and stop covering for my abusers. They deserve to be seen for what they are. Telling the truth is cathartic, but also fucking sucks and is draining and painful. It’s a long process and not fucking fair.

[bloombird]

*barges in* MY TURN

tell me what do you think some of your ocs will wear this Halloween and can you add some cute facts in there too please

Ahh!

Azure Gig would be stuck on having no idea what colors would he paint himself as. (I had this funny gag that Azure would paint himself looking like Vash the Stampede but ends up looking like Little Red Riding Hood in the process so he went "Welp, Little Red it is then!" and grabs a cloak)

Raif Twinwood would be himself because he thinks he's already scary enough. (Azure insists on him wearing a costume and puts him on colored powder. Now he looks like a Halloween colored Frankenstein wolf. He grumbles abt it but still keeps it)

"Hey look Raif! We're a match! :D" "Barely even a match.."

They both go outside doing Halloween activities like giving treats to kid bots on foot and then go on a corn maze or go to haunted houses. (The last part made Azure scared and screaming but somehow it ends up scaring other human guests inside. Raif is wheezing and crying-laughing on the floor)

Troposcan would be wearing as a vampire bat and be his feral chaotic good self. He'd try to eat all the candy and food! He also hosts games and entertain kids if he wasn't hungry.

Needle Knit made a crocheted Halloween-themed plushies for the kid bots (It's like a crocheted keychain in size)

Weaver Knit would be watching over the kid bots making sure that everyone gets their fair share and stopping mean pranks!! (She's dressed as a ninja!)

Patch-It wouldn't care about the holiday much, but they wear a low-effort costume just to stop Azure and Weaver from pestering them further. "For the Energon Storm's sake, fine! I'm dressing up as a 'bloody' nurse."

Vroomba would be wearing as a ghost in their alt mode and be a menace but in bot mode, they wear as a slasher horror antagonist and scare bots! Cal N. Dar asked them on watching a horror movie with him. They both went and had fun!

Vinespeak would be dressed up as a historical vampire and tries to flirt with Junibond and telling her to live a little. Junibond, while wearing a spy costume, is making sure that no one is hurt at the party but ends up dancing with him. *sees Cognice giving Junibond a nod* "Very well then, I suppose I could entertain you for a while."

Insert Maltley, Azulave, Sweetgreen, Limesec, Neatnol, and Corklauncher finally cheering that Junibond agreed. "Finally!" (Also, they're wearing Halloween colored palettes)

Congeldough would be so ecstatic about Halloween and wonder what costume would she wear. Sleet Starch shyly wears an ice prince costume and then Congeldough loves it and decides to go as an icy royal knight!

Anyway, bonus stuff. Hiraya would be making a LOT of Halloween-themed homemade sweets instead of buying candy to give to both bots and humans. She's wearing a candy-themed witch costume.

[watmalik]

Oversharing on the internet

Thank you @ambiguouspenny​ for the tag!! <3

1. Are you named after anyone?

Ohhh yes. My first name is literally the female version of my dad and brother’s name… Patricio/Patrick. My middle name is after my Abuela (dad’s side) bc she died a couple of months before I was born.

2. When was the last time you cried?

HA! I’m actually proud of this one *clears throat* ever since the 911 Lone Star finale...for now.

3. Do you have kids?

I’m 22 almost 23, so my only child has four legs and lives in my apt rent free. I’m also undecided about having them in general (bio or adopted)? I have a autoimmune disease that makes it harder for me to have them and I also had surgery when I was 14… lets say I have 1/3 of my left ovary chopped off bc of a random health issue I had as a kid and now I have a faint smiley face on my bikini line :) talk about oversharing.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

*Takes sunglasses off* Babes, I invented sarcasm. It’s the fourth language I’m fluent in… its a culture thing.

5. What sports have you played/do you play?

Fútbol and futsal. Loved them. Stopped when I got into college but I still participated in intramural games in my sorority/club. I also played basketball in middle school for a bit, but ultimately gave it up bc there wasn't really a girl’s team in my school.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Their personality so I don't make them angry on purpose. I’m a notorious people pleaser, and I hate confrontation when it comes to myself, so I need you to like me…. LIKE ME 

7. What's your eye colour?

I have dark, brown cow eyes

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Scary movies bc I cry when movies have happy endings and I don't like tearing up at the movies. Emotions? me? pfttt

9. Any special talents?

I can meow like an actual cat, and put my feet at the back of my head, you know the usual.

10. Where were you born?

El Caribe 😎

11. What are your hobbies?

Singing, drawing, playing the ukulele

12: Do you have any pets?

My 3 year old cat, harry :)

13. How tall are you?

I’m Jennifer Love Hewitt, inches tall.

14. Favourite subject in school?

P.E and Maths. Mind you, I hate Maths with a great passion, but I was in group B (When you reached the 6th grade, they will separate the two form groups of your year group, in my school there was two class groups per year, and they will separate students in A and B group depending on how well you were doing in that specific subject). B group was always the funniest class to be in. I was usually an A group type of student but I always made sure I was in B group for at least a few of my classes and in Maths? It was inevitable. 

Anyways, I sat in the middle of the most chaotic pair of people, this dude (a twin) who had a crush on me at the time and this volleyball player who I once had a fall out with. For context, back home I went to a small British school, pre-k––12th grade, and from the 6th grade until I left on 10th grade, I always sat with them bc I will always LAUGH MY ASS OFF every damn class period. Our teacher was this 24 year old guy from Scotland and he was fine with us being together because we got good grades and did the work. I like looking back at this because, we weren't friends, we didn't hang out or talked after class much, but we always sat together because it brought us joy. 

Oddly enough I will always miss the poorly drawn dicks at the last page of my maths notebook, the stupid jokes, and the dumb noises they will make on purpose 😂

15. Dream job

 To be an immigration lawyer and help other minorities. I just graduated from college, so I’m taking a much needed year off and then law school here I come!

And my “You probs already did this, and def don't do it again if you have, but I’m still tagging you because its 2am” tag goes to: @noxsoulmate​ @itsneonbright​ @tailoredshirt​ @anchor-bird-94​ @taralaurel​ @tylerkennedys​ @catanisspicy​ and anyone else who wants to do this :)

[wxniesrxse]

Hi! if u open for another request, can u do neck kisses with Trainee A?? :D

Paired:You x TA member

Genre:Fluff

Warning:nun

Tags: le me know if you want to get tag

@zyufan @justamochi @neyrensazii

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Y✺Իḉℏ

You sat next to him during lunch time. Both of you having a funny conservation. Your gentlemen like boyfriend would wipe off the food on your lips as if you were his baby. You got shock and felt goosebumps when he suddenly peck your neck softly two times. You blushed and try to hide your shy smile. "Y-Yorch?". You said in surprised. "What? Did I made you uncomfortable?". He asked now with a scared expression. "No!no! I actually....liked it". You blushed once again. Yorch smiled shyly as well and he got close to you again and kiss your neck multiple times now starting to feel like tickles.

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Lḙ✺

He had an arm around your shoulder, both of walking towards the kitchen to get drinks. He buried his nose on your hair that covered your ear. You were relaxed, serving juice on the cups, but then you felt soft lips against your neck. "Leo! Can't you see I'm busy! I could've spilled juice!". You said feeling embarrassed of what just happened. "My girl got shyyyyy". He chuckled clutching your chin between his fingers.

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Sᾰ︎ℵ❡ω︎✺ℵ

You two were watching a scary movie in the couch of your living room. Sangwon cuddle with you, resting his head on your shoulder. You screamed as you got jump scared by the movie. Sangwon look at you with a smile and laugh quietly. He kept staring as your side face for a moment until he got close to kiss your neck softly. You flinched and look down at him. "Wow Sangwon...umm what was that".You blushed avoiding his eyes. "I'll stop if you don't like it-". You interrupt him. "Yes! I like it! But it's was so suddenly and I'm not use to it...".You chuckled rubbing his hair. "Okay, well get use to it soon". He smirked and tickle your stomach as he reach to kiss your neck one more time.

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W✺✺ḉℏᾰ︎ℵ

He back hug you a cute smile on his face. "YN! I missed you so much! We couldn't see each other during summertime...". He said as he kiss the back of your neck then side of it too. "Ahh! Woochan!". You yelled. "I'm sorry! I should've ask you first!". He said with wide eyes. You laughed. "It's okay it just caught me by surprise...but I'm happy to see you too". You said and hugged him. He gave you tiny kisses on your neck then peck your lips. "Let's go get lunch!". He said happily.

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Jᾰ︎Պḙṧ

"Red Team won!". The coach yelled. You ran towards James as he immediately twirl you around in his embrace like in those romantic movies. He buried his face on your neck as he give you tiny kisses on your neck. You blushed and smiled shyly. You didn't say anything because so many people were watching and cheering for his team. However you felt the butterflies in your stomach. James smiled at you and hug you tightly. His other arm raised up showing off the team's award.

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꒻꒻

It was summertime, school is over, and you two were playing in the pool with the rest of the other kids and teens. You were having such a great time with your cute mischievous boyfriend. As you two were playing in the water he back hug you and teased you. "Who's a cry baby? Huh?? Who is it? Crybaby ". He baby talked you as he squeeze your chubby cheeks. Then after that he kiss your cheek then smack a big kiss on your neck. You immediately let go and hide inside the water out of embarrassment. Of course Mr.Justin Jay went down to get you back up. " did that scared you?". He asked trying to tease you again. "Yes! You scared me.....but I felt special at the moment ". You said not thinking first. Jay laughed out loud and hugged you tightly finding you adorable.

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J!︎ℏ✺✺ℵ

After school you went to help Jihoon with his homework. After you did help him you two play games in his computer and ate snacks together. There is this game you are very confident in but that confidence went down once your boyfriend beat you. He won. "Let's goooooo!!! I beat you!!! I won!". He screamed happily as he gave you a hug then after that he kiss your neck two times so naturally. You were already shock with the fact that he is the first person to have won you in that game and now the kisses on your neck was too much for you. You stare at him with wide eyes. Jihoon immediately stop smiling as he realize what he did. "I was too excited! I'm sorry! I can get you food next time as-". You smiled sweetly at him. "It's fine Hoonie! I was just surprised and....congrats I guess". You said. He smiled and went to hug you again.

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Thank You for reading!

(Also in wattpad and instagram)

[the-cannibal]

hiya again! i would like to request a matchup, specifically for scream i'm CURRENTLY OBSESSED WITH IT!! i'm bisexual so i'm ok getting matched up with male or female. i can be a little awkward and shy when i'm around strangers, mostly because i don't know what to say and i don't want to make a fool out of myself. if you stick around long enough that awkwardness and shyness goes away and i act like my true self. i'm always there for my loved ones and if they ever need help with something or need advice or to rant, i'm there to help or to listen! i usually comfort people by making them laugh or if they need a hug i'll give them one! i'm a pretty funny girl if i do say so myself 😎 i love coming up with cute and silly nicknames for my loved ones and they're more than welcomed to give me one back! as for affection, i usually go with my partner wants. if they're not that affectionate that's ok with me, but if they're super affectionate i try to be the same. i'm a laid-back person and i like to mind my own business most of the time, so i'd hate to get into fights or into confrontations, but if it's to defend my loved ones then i'll beat your ass. but if i get into a really bad argument with a friend or something i might start crying and that's just SOOOO embarrassing, because like why am i crying????? my top hobby is listening to music, i just love music there's a song for everything, so when i'm upset or mad i usually listen to music and that helps me. my fav genres are rock (oasis, blur, red hot chili peppers my beloveds <3), pop, kpop and mexican music. i'm definitely the type make playlists for my friends and partner with songs that remind me of them. i also like reading and looking for movies that i haven't watched and seem interesting. when it comes to horror movies i prefer to watch it with someone since i get easily scared but i still keep watching lmao. a horror movie i refuse to watch is chucky because he just seems so scary 😭😭 and i've had a nightmare about a possessed doll before so no thank youuu. i'm 5'5 and i kinda resemble a rabbit because of my teeth and cheeks. i think this is getting too long, so i stop right here. thank you in advance lovely ♡

YOUR SCREAM OBSESSION IS SO VALID ITS SUCH A GOOD MOVIES OMG

I was stuck between two characters to match you up with because omg they both would be so good with you!

But I ended up pairing you with…

Billy Loomis!

Someone to listen to him, comfort him, and offer advice is honestly exactly what this boy needs (plus some therapy bUT HEYYYY ITS FINEEEE-)

This boy would adore your silly little jokes. I mean cmon his best friend is Stu, so don’t be afraid to make some dumb jokes! He might make some back at you (but he honestly prefers to listen to yours rather than tell his own)

He is mixed on nicknames. On one hand he loves it when you call him your baby, love, honey, whatever. He sees it as you showing your love to him! On the other hand he gets very confused when you call him your “little meow meow” or “baby girl”… but I mean he won’t stop you. Not because he finds it funny and likes it or anything… he does

He isn’t the most affectionate person in public. The most he would do would be simple stuff such as hand holding, wrapping an arm around each other, or having you sit on his lap. So the fact that you respect that means so much to him :) but in private this boy is a clingy koala so be prepared for that

You two definitely have gotten into spitting matches with other people because y’all are so passionate in defending each other. That chill laid back personality you have MELTS -away for your man and it gets him SWOONING

And of course he is there to comfort you, wipe your tears away, and praise you while rocking back and forth and pressing gentle kissing on your shoulders

Oh as soon as you mention you like horror and prefer to watch it with someone he has made it an unofficial rule that HE is the one you watch them with. Bro is a bit dramatic and if you watch them with someone else he is lowkey kinda hurt. (But don’t worry he isn’t actually mad or anything, he’s just a baby, BUT WE LOVE HIM)

Be prepared for him to sneak up and startle you when he finds out horror can easily scare you.

But also be prepared for him to hold you and whisper comforting words when you have nightmares. Big strong Billy won’t let anything or anyone hurt you.

[obsessive-clown]

I saw request are open could you please do the grabber and a plus size female reader. She really doesn't believe he loves her because of her size but he comforts her and tells her how much he loves her. Please and thank you.

Hello, hello and of course!! Thank you for writing a request, means a lot to me ^^ If there’s anything wrong with the writing, let me know, I’m positive I need improvements.

❤ Wendigo!Grabber x Plus Sized Fem!Reader

Being left alone with your thoughts was always scary, your brain would wrack up the worst ideas or things to tell you. This weeks intrusive thought was about your kidnapper boyfriend not actually liking you for your weight. It was true, you weren’t confident about yourself when it came to your weight, but this thought had been clawing at your brain all week. You never brought it up to the beastly man you’d call your boyfriend, because what if he confirmed this thought? He could break your heart right there, in a short few seconds and feel no remourse for you. Tears pricked at your eyes as the thoughts kept coming in and before they could be blinked away, the tears began to roll down your now red tinted cheeks.  “Bunny? What’s the matter, why are you crying?” You hadn’t even noticed him come in, the tears still rolling down your cheeks. He was quick to walk over when he heard the slightest sniffle come from you. You meant so much to him, you were his prized jewel, the beautiful rabbit in his hat. To see you cry made his heart hurt, who could make such a pretty lady like you cry and more rather how dare they?    “Darling, what happened? Did you hurt yourself? I know I said I’d be back early so you could stay upstairs with me for a while, I’m sorry I took so long, is that why you’re upset?” Shaking your head was the only reply he got to the last two questions. He crouched down, tilting his head to the side, his mask having the frightening smile you found oddly comforting. You needed to know, you just had to, your brain couldn’t take it any longer. “Al, do you like me for who I am? For how I look? I mean, I don’t have the ‘ideal’ or ‘perfect’ body..” The loud tapping of his shoe against the basement floor stopped you from speaking, along with the slow tap of his mask making contact with the floor. Leaning forward, he wiped the tears on your face away with his thumbs gently, positioning your head in such a way that you were now looking at him. For the first time, you saw his face completely. It was tainted by a scar that led from his left cheek to his nose, and another small scar on his right eyebrow. You took in his appearence as he spoke softly. “Why on earth would I dislike you for the way you look, Y/N? ‘Ideal’ means nothing to me, you’re perfect in my eyes. If anyone told you otherwise, I’d be quick to put them in their place or leave a damn blood puddle where they stood. You are my perfect little bunny and I will not allow you to think or believe such things. I would never change anything about you, everything about you is what makes you special to me.” Effortlessly, he pulled you forward and picked you up, holding you in a bear-hug position. He began to place little kisses all over your face, refusing to stop until you let out any sort of chuckle or laugh. His nose met yours and he was suddenly grinning widely. “Now, I have a movie in mind for us to watch that I think you’ll enjoy. Ooh! And I just bought snacks, including some of your favorite treats, love.” He let out a chuckle, carrying you all the way upstairs and to the living room all while telling you just how perfect you were and how much he loved you. 

Writers Note: I might have gotten a little carried away with writing waaahh!?!? I was so very excited since this was my first ask. I’d like to thank you again for submitting a request, anon! Hopefully this met your expectations a little, if it didn’t just let me know and I’ll do my best to try and correct what ever it was that seemed off! Sorry if this seemed to lean on the more GN side, I haven’t really done Fem! or Masc! fics yet, so it’s new to me. Hope you have a wonderful day/night writing this and take care!! :) 

[pbandjesse]

I had a really good day. I did sleep a bit weird. It was deep sleep but I had some intense and weird dreams. So when James came and said good morning to me I was a little dazed. But it was okay. I would shake it off pretty soon.

I went and got washed up and dressed. I felt very cute and good. My hair looked great. My eyes didn't hurt as much.

James drove me to work. Got me breakfast. I love my James. They also came inside the museum to help fix the DVD player because it was being weird. And then they were off.

I had an excellent day. We had a new educator Sarah and she would be with me all day. She was lovely.

I walked her through the whole museum. Giving her an overview of all the pieces of the programs we were doing today. And it was a lot! Mostly because we had some big groups today. But I was looking forward to it.

I got a big laugh when we went back to the break room and Adam had a plastic cup with a jellyfish in it???? He caught it in the harbor and was going to keep it as a pet?? I was like this seems like a bad idea but apparently he's been doing it a long time and has a tank set up for it. It was fun to see. Though I did think it was a tea bag in a cup at first.

Soon the kids were there. And they were all very sweet. I got them off the bus and inside and soon enough we were breaking into groups.

We were a bit early though and with my schedule having movie and lunch first I couldn't really start to early. So we took a bathroom and water break and I read the sign about the generator and electricity to them and they were honestly all so sweet.

I had the largest group of the 3. 21 kids. Which is fine. But it was the largest neighborhood I've ever had! But that was a problem for later.

I took them to the movie and then went to hang out in the break room. And then it was lunchtime. And Sarah would join me and we talked for a while. About my meeting tomorrow and just some museum stuff. How much I love it. And how it's scary to think about leaving to go to puhtok full time. She thinks I'm being very reasonable with what I'm asking for. I'm still nervous though!!

The rest of the day was good but timing was a little tough with such a big group. We had city builders first. And I had them all choose their buildings. They were great honestly. And I really just enjoyed their company. Sarah helped a lot with putting the buildings together. And then once everyone was done we did our story about our buildings. Which was just good fun. Hearing what everyone thought. I accidently gave them two banks so I had the girls chose their interest rates. 15 and 20%! It was very funny.

And then to the neighborhood. Thankfully the bus wasn't leaving until 145 because we fully went over by 10 minutes. It was a lot. But they all did such a good job in their roles. They were excellent listeners and had a lot to share and I was just really proud of them.

We finished up and got everyone to decker to meet the rest of their class. Who was getting ready to get on the bus. And then one of my kids said they lost their glass bead and he was almost crying so I ran as fast as I could to get him one before they left and I made it!! He was so happy.

I went with Sarah to collect everything then we went to do oysters. I took a few minutes to eat my sandwich. And then joined everything upstairs.

We got a lot done and cleaned up. It was nice talking to everyone. And soon James was there too!! Jessica came up to ask how the day went and she was like stop giving them glass beads!! But I am positive I have told her I did that before because they say it's a crystal and they get so excited. I'm going to buy a bag of them to make up to her so she's not upset with me!! I still think it's funny.

Me and James headed home. And I felt pretty good for once. Not exhausted. I would get changed and James would make me a little milkshake. I worked on a drawing and we hung out in bed. They would make me a beautiful salad for dinner. And we shared some chips.

James had their podcast tonight. Another guest which was very cool! And while they did that I worked in the studio. I added backs to more of my resin bears. And finally embroidered my apron for awah. Which I think came out so cute.

James made a big fuss about my embroidery which made me feel good. And they would have some dinner. I would chill in bed and do my eyebrows and watch some videos.

And now it's gotten late all of a sudden. But that's okay. I am going to go shower now and get ready to sleep.

Tomorrow I have my meeting with Alexi and she suggested making a Google call so I don't have to come out there. So I get to have most of the day off so that is really nice.

Let's hope the conversation goes well though. Cause I want this to work out. So wish me luck. Sleep well my friends. Goodnight!!