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darling-flora · 2 months ago

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Grapejuice

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(bakerhs94 = harry private instagram)

summary : harry meets a pretty girl in italy who has no clue who he is.

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yn95

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yn95 rome has been lovely

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yourbff except for when some guy spilt your coffee and you almost cried....

↳yn95 i was really looking forward to the coffee... ↳yn95 but he bought me another one so it was fine ↳yourbff and you thought he was cute 😏 ↳yn95 well yes.... ↳yourbff if we see him again you gotta ask for his number ↳yn95 well no.... im too scaredy-cat to do that ↳yourbff2 he'll def ask you, i know it !!

friend1 where was the 5th picture taken ?

↳yn95 It's the garden rooftop bar at the hotel Relais Fontana di Trevi.

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hsdaily

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hsdaily Harry out in rome, italy recently !

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hrryfan3 oh he's home iktr

hrryfan1 did someone take these pics on a flip phone ????

hrryfan5 i met him he was so sweet !!!

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yn95 Close Friends Story

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yourbff WHAT DID YOU SAY ????

yn95 I SAID YES ??

yourbff did you get his name...?

yn95 well obviously

yourbff what is it babe ...? yourbff i dont want you getting kidnapped and i dont know his name 🙄

yn95 his name is harry yn95 he's british....

yourbff oooooo very cute yourbff also you live in london babe.... being in italy you were supposed to find an italian man..

yn95 ugh ik but he's cute and was rlly sweet yn95 so im excited 😁

yourbff well good luck babe !!!

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yn95 Story

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yourbff flowers cute !!! but b4 you knew what ????

yn95 what he does for a living...

yourbff what is it...? he isn't like a cop or something is he 😔

yn95 he's a singer

yourbff like soundcloud..?

yn95 THATS WHAT I SAID yn95 i literaly said "what like soundcloud?" and he said "no like spotify" and he like giggled

yourbff wait babe... yourbff his name is harry.... yourbff he's british....

yn95 yep yep....

yourbff HE'S HARRY FUCKING STYLES yourbff I WAS NEVER A HARRY GIRL yourbff more of a zayn girl yourbff BUT WTF yourbff OMG

yn95 HE HAD TO LIKE SPELL IT OUT FOR ME yn95 I HAD NO CLUE WHO HE WAS yn95 still really don't yn95 i liked girls b4 i liked boys yn95 so i wasn't into boybands when you were

yourbff ugh ik i really wanted you to be a fan but you couldn't care less yourbff BUT yourbff he likes you obviously or he wouldn't have told you who he was

yn95 he asked me if i wanted to go on another date yn95 that's why he told me who he was so i had like a "get out of jail free card" yn95 because of all the fans and paparazzi yk

yourbff that's sweet, sooooo do you wanna go on a date with him even with all the crazy stuff that could come..?

yn95 yeah... he was so sweet and just easy to be around , i really like him 😇

yourbff awwww babe im glad yourbff ill protect you from any crazy fans 💋

yn95 oh thanks... hope they don't hate me 🙏

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hsdaily

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hsdaily Harry recently followed Y/n's public and private instagram on his private instagram !

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hrryfan15 okay how do we even know thats his private insta

↳hrryfan11 i mean look at the usersame bakerhs94.... ↳hrryfan11 also his friends follow the account so it would be weird for them to follow an impersonator

hrryfan2 oh she's so beautiful, but he is not subtle at all

hrryfan63 maybe he just likes her hair products 😁🤞

hrryfan8 omg i went to college with her wtf

↳hrryfan11 really ??? what's she like ↳hrryfan8 she's truly so sweet, anyone would tell you how nice she was !!

hrryfan15 wait i have some of her products they're really good

hrryfan4 his friends and family follow her too 😭

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yn96

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yn95 a month in italy, now 2 london

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yourbff so glad i came for a few days it was too fun !!!!!!!

↳yn95 im glad too, i missed you!!!

bakerhs94 cutie 😚

↳yn95 says you 😉

gemmastyles the bowl is so cute !?!!??

↳yn95 San Raphael Wild Flower Salad Bowl !!! im buying a set for everyone 😁

friend1 oh what a lucky girl !!!!

mitchrowland not harry hitting the dad pose

↳ bakerhs94 that's just my normal pose....

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bakerhs94

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bakerhs94 italia 🍇

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mitchrowland ur cute

↳ bakerhs94 no you 😉

gemmastyles gotta meet y/n soon.... facetime isn't enough

↳ bakerhs94 soon i promise 🤞

yn95 no photo creds on the 1st pic ?

↳ bakerhs94 Y/N TOOK THE FIRST PICTURE !!!! ↳yn95 so sassy... ↳ bakerhs94 might have to hire you to take pictures of me ↳yn95 a job taking pictures of you ? i'll do it free of charge 😉 ↳ bakerhs94 i know a few ways of payment ↳pillowpersonpp WHOAAAA get a room

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deuxmoi

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deuxmoi Harry Styles seen out in London getting cozy with rumored girlfriend Y/n.

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hrryfan11 in public and he didn't spot the camera....this is crazyyyyy

username1 its y/n l/n she was born in Saudi Arabia to a Filipino mother and Irish British father, she grew up in England 🙂👍

↳hrryfan81 ??? how did you find all that info wtf ↳username1 shes a model.... it's on her model agency's website

hrryfan2 i wanna be her so bad

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hsdaily

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hsdaily Harry and Y/n seen out in London recently !

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hrryfan15 wait they're cute

hrryfan2 he definitely felt the camera so he brought her closer to him 😭

hrryfan63 oh the matching shoes are so cute

hrryfan8 I MET HIM WHEN THEY WERE TOGETHER

↳hrryfan11 really ? what were they like..? ↳hrryfan8 they were walking and i turned around and saw it was him and when he noticed he put his arm around her and whispered something and she smiled and stood to the side while i talked with harry. ↳hrryfan8 when harry was going back to her, i waved at her and she waved back and smiled then when they walked past me together she said "have a good day", truly so sweet.

hrryfan15 they're kinda serving parents

hrryfan4 were getting a love album iktr

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram a day around london🪐

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yourbff who's that behind you in the third picture 🤨

↳yourinstagram no clue 🤭 ↳yourbff she's a pretty gal 😉 ↳yourinstagram oh stappp 😚

friend1 every time i see your face on an ad i take a picture 😁🤞

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hrryfan2 oh we know who took these pics 😪

gemmastyles pretty girl !!!

↳ yourinstagram that's all you 😚🤍

friend3 wow wow wow gorgeous !!!!

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hrryfan5 harry liking and gemma in comments.... oh it's serious

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harrystyles

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harrystyles Harry’s House. May 20th.

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hrryfan1 IM NOT READY

hrryfan55 New Harry?!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL 🚨

yourinstagram AHHHHHH !!!! ❤❤

liked by harrystyles

hrryfan5 he knows how to like comments now ???

hrryfan23 OH MY GOD IT'S HAPPENING IT'S REALLY HAPPENING BESTIES

hrryfan44 AOTY !!!!

hrryfan7 THE TULIPS ????

↳hrryfan11 ???? whats wrong with tulips...? ↳hrryfan7 y/n loves tulips.... ↳hrryfan11 ohhhhh well he obviously loves her so it makes sense 😁

hrryfan9 HOME SWEET HOME !!!!

hrryfan81 screaming crying throwing up

hrryfan20 can't wait

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hsdaily

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hsdaily Harry and Y/n seen in California ahead of harrys Coachella performance !

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hrryfan11 she does NOT wanna be seen lol

↳hrryfan71 at least she's not getting the fame chaser allegations...

hrryfan2 love that they go everywhere together tbh

hrryfan3 they feel like endgame

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hslvrr1

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hslvrr1 harry looking at y/n during coachella...

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hrryfan1 oh to be y/n

hrryfan2 HIM BLOWING A KISS ??? he's actually insane 😵‍💫

hrryfan3 i need a cigarette 🚬

hrryfan4 HIS SMILE 😭😭

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram ✌ weekends in the valley

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pillowpersonpp loooking good !!!😎

↳yourinstagram 😘

yourbff so much fun !!! 🤭

↳yourinstagram thank you for keeping me company ❤😇

hrryfan1 i feel like this confirms they're dating

↳hrryfan3 well we already knew that

friend1 a weekend to remember !!! 🥳

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hrryfan2 i get it harrystyles shes so pretty

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deuxmoi

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deuxmoi Harry Styles seen out on a date in New York with girlfriend Y/n L/n the night before his album Harry’s House is released.

Styles was seen shielding L/n from the camera's as they left; after the pair left, Y/n posted pictures from the date night on her Instagram story.

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ynstylesfan1 they are so hot omg

hrryfan1 need the paps to leave him alone but thank you for these pics because he looks too good 🥵

username1 she's stunning !

hrryfan2 hottest couple out !!!

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harrystyles

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harrystyles Harry’s House. Out now.

📷 : yourinstagram

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hrryfan1 PICTURES BY WHO ???

hrryfan2 im gonna be sick these two are so im love 😭

hrryfan3 SHE WAS IN THE STUDIO WHILE HE WAS MAKING IT ???? i need another cigarette 🚬

hrryfan4 at this point whens the wedding ?

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram who knew a month in Italy could change your life.

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harrystyles Love you ❤🪐

↳yourinstagram love you sm !!! 😘

yourbff 📷 by me 🤭

↳yourinstagram ty 😚 ↳harrystyles Thank you 👋

hrryfan1 THE HARD LAUNCH AFTER THE ALBUMS OUT ???

friend1 Happy for you two !!

hrryfan2 his shirt matching her bathing suit is killing me, they're so cute 😭

hrryfan4 "There's never been someone who's so perfect for me" im gonna start sobbing

gemmastyles Glad you two found each other ❤

↳ yourinstagram awww gemma 😪❤

hrryfan3 WHEN IS IT GONNA BE MY TURN ???

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henneseyhoe · 6 months ago

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Daddy’s Money.

Lewis Hamilton x BLACK!FEM!Reader.

WARNINGS:lil bit of nasty smut, brief one sided relationship, lewis being pussy whipped, reader is heavily implied to be a gold digger(she is but shhhh! let her rock frl), daddy kink, money making reader hornayyy(me asf), not edited(idc rn i’m sleepy), there MIGHT be plot holes(again, i’m sleepy) and das it i think.

ps. also i’m ngl i wrote this halfway lazily, i just wanted to get back into writing sooo yeah.

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The arrangement was really an accident (at first). You were hired to fit and dress the man after practically begging for the job, needing the money to jump start your fashion career since your father had cut you off the month prior. It’d take nearly five years to do so, but with someone as easy going as lewis, time would fly fast.

Eventually he grew fond of you, and you of him..him a bit (a lot) more than you actually. Months after getting hired he began bringing you around for things that wasn’t about his style, things that someone would do for a budding romance. You didn’t mind either, it was working in your favor getting the extra hours to do nothing. You didn’t mean to snag a sugar daddy, a famous one at that, just like you didn’t mean to fuck him before the met gala, damn near making him late. It just…happened; Which is what you’d say to judgy bitches.

You also didn’t mean to point out that midnight black bag (and a few other things) you had been wanting when shopping for him the week after the met. Those things mysteriously showed up on your door step two days later to your surprise. You were beginning to think he was a little generous…so you tested something out.

“Ugh! Wouldn’t this look so good on me?”

You pout as you held the designer dress up to your body. It was originally intended to go to another woman they paired him with for an event, but seeing it up against you instead was all he had to see before he told his assistant to inform the woman she’d be wearing something else. In awe, you proceeded to wear that dress to the event that night, easily gaining eyes from guests and earning yourself a name as Lewis’s “sexy ass stylist” online when the pictures taken of you went viral.

Later on that night the dress was being ripped apart from the back and thrown to the floor by you know exactly who, him doing everything in his power to get to what was underneath.

You couldn’t tell if your pussy was good or if he was just that whipped for you after that night. Either way, you were having fun.

Before you could snap your fingers, whatever you were THINKING of wanting was at your fingertips. He had more money than he could spend, and you had no problem helping him find what to do with it! It was only fair, ya know, for his sake.

The first time you realized he was really wrapped around your little iced out finger was the last time you had wanted for anything for long.

“I could have anything I want? seriously??”

You looked to him in shock, the man shrugging as he debated on a pair of versace shoes. “Have at it, love” He responded simply with a quick endearing smile to you before waving over an assistant to help you. You felt like a kid in a candy store.

^Also the last time you referred to him as anything other than daddy when not in public, (or at least not noticeably to others in public).

He was liquid when you called him that. soft putty in your hands, ready for you to shape him into anything you desired.

“Come on, daddy. Don’t you wanna see your name in diamonds on me? Don’t you wanna mark me? claim me?”

You taunted him in a seductive tone as you rolled your hips onto him. You flipped your hair to one side of your shoulder so you could look back at the work you were putting in, Lewis staring back at you with hearts in his eyes and his bottom lip tucked into his mouth. Both of y’all’s jeans were halfway down with your pretty brown ass perched up for him to see the tip of his long dick teasingly slide between your lips and into your honey coated walls repeatedly. He was right there on the edge, you could feel it and you hadn’t even sat all the way down on him yet.

Really it was either say yes to the chain or be left to make himself cum, he understood that completely. As he nods eagerly in agreement, you plopped your plump self down into his lap and he came as fast as police in white neighborhoods.

By the seventh month of being together your closet was every woman with a fashion sense dream. Designer galore (and not the ugly shit neither). He got you designs that wasn’t on racks yet but straight off a runway, things that fit perfectly to YOUR body. (Seeing that he was getting to know it so well..He could probably draw a map of you with just his damn tongue.)

You began getting way more noticed by his fans and friends, not only for suddenly having a thing for wearing expensive clothes and jewels, but for also being close with Lewis. Dating rumors had started to run amuck. The first plan was to deny, deny, deny but it was hard to do that when you were wearing his name on your neck, hiding the chain under your shirts or wearing it backwards so no one would see the name plate.

But the chain wasn’t what caused the dam to break. It was when you posted bags and gifts with flowers, a card attached that had a heartfelt and flirty handwritten poem on it, forgetting to even scribble out his name. Fans and close friends were on the fence, some of his associates madder than an ant colony in the rain and some fans confused on where the hell you even came from and where you got off on gold digging. The clothes and jewelry were finally starting to make sense and you gave the saying “Look like money” a new meaning.

Lewis was quick to come to your defense in interviews, you had never seen anyone get so nice nasty or petty in your honor. He was witty and quick with comebacks, his polite tone masking rude comments at any interviewer that dared to have an opinion about you that he didn’t like. He made sure as everything went on online and your name trended for the second time that week that you didn’t lack reassurance ever.

“Look in the mirror and let daddy know who’s it is”

He pulls you by your braids up to the direction of the reflecting headboard, your back pressed against his chest as his hips met your ass with a hard smack. After hours of pleasurable “reassurance” there wasn’t a spot inside you that his dick didn’t hit, a place on you that his tongue didn’t lick. The chain you had asked for a bit ago clinked freely against your chest and a fucked out evil smile grew on your face as you look him in the eyes through the mirror. “It’s yours, daddy. you know it’s all yours” You would reply before your walls gushed around his dick.

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Fans who prayed on your downfall weren’t so happy when they got the news that you two married two years later in Greece. The wedding was private, but it was no secret that a fortune was spent and that didn’t make the gold digging comments better. (Even though your father paid)

Those comments followed you into your fashion brand era and though you chose to be mysterious about private life and yourself in general, (for obvious reasons) you felt it was only right to defend your honor at least once.

Like the great actress you were, you did what white women around him had been doing to you since the beginning and threw on the waterworks, crying in front of any watchful eye when the rumors were brought up with your amazing husband by your side comforting you immediately. How dare they say such things about THEE Lewis Hamilton’s wife?? THEE Y/N Hamilton???

Your newly grown fan base called it blasphemy. There wasn’t an online blog on beyoncé’s internet that went untouched when having something to say about you. Everything they said was untrue! You had your own money, your own brand, (funded by your husband) and your own name.

“They’re so mean to me”

You pout as Lewis carefully takes off your heels and kisses the top of your feet before standing and caressing your cheek. “You know how the media is, and I know nothing they say about you is true. I’ll have my team take care of it, okay?” He reassured and you smile, mentally noting to suck his dick before bed. As if you were rewarding a dog for jumping through a hoop, being soft and on your side at all times was Lewis’s hoop, and he had better jump through every. single. time.

To be fair, there may have been some superficial motives behind the building of this relationship (on your side at least) but he genuinely did grow on you, and that was before you knew he was a trick, that part just made it deeper.

You were in shock when he asked you to marry him originally, so much so that you refused the first time because it scared you. You avoided him for an entire week and refused to go to work until you realized you had grown so accustomed to being around him that you could barely function. Apart from the fact that you were opening doors by yourself and eating dinner alone, you hadn’t noticed how much you liked talking to him, being with him and simply in his presence.

Materials aside, you loved him, you were in love with him. Infatuated just as much as he was with you by now and you came too long of a way to be scared off.

In reality you telling him no wasn’t gonna stop him from perusing. He knew you were gonna be his wife for a long time now and nothing was gonna get in the way of him finding you (and he kinda duped you with the whole falling for him thing anyway because he knew what half of your motives were and played his role well), you just found him first and made him pop that question again, which that time you happily said yes to.

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rowretro · 9 months ago

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𝔹𝕠𝕪𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕?

✧warnings: fluff, slut shaming, kissing

♡synopsis: The bad boy Riki, has fallen for a rather girly girl, the kind of girl that many girls wouldn't expect guys to fall for. Y/n in her stylish outfits which were always admired by all, had the attention of Riki, and that seemed tick certain girls off.

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Riki groaned as he saw you walk down the hallway. One would assume it's because of how much you dress up just to go to school, or the supermarket. That's not the reason. Fuck he loves it, your style, your creative, the fact that half your accessories, or very pretty clothes were made by you. He loves that you're like a fresh wave of energy that suddenly brings a dry, dead, withering flowers, to life again. Sometimes, though, the boys love your outfits, for all the wrong reasons.

"Y/n for fucksake pull your skirt down!" Riki said, audible enough for just you to hear, he pulled you to himself. His eyes scanning the pink, delicate shimmer on your eyelids, Pretty, spikey eyelashes that were perfectly stuck on, Oh and how could he forget those glossy, kissable lips? a few, tiny iridescent hearts evident. Pink bows decorating your braided hair. "but why? it looks cute when it's short" she said, it's not like she was ever going to need to bend, she can't anyway, not with the 5 inch heels her feet carry around all day.

"You want to know what your outfit is missing? a nice leather jacket. Here have mine." He said, as he dressed you in his large leather jacket, ignoring your protests. You looked adorable in such a big jacket. You had no problem with leather jackets either, but this one specific Riki jacket made you look ridiculous. But there were people who had a bigger problem with it. Hwang Mihi.

Hwang Mihi would be described as a conventionally attractive, powder faced bitch. From her ridiculously rolled up short skirt, cakey makeup, and extremely bitchy personality. The girl had a problem with everyone and everything, specifically you. She's heard more people praise you than they praise her, you have more followers than her, and overall, you have the man she wants. Nishimura Riki.

"Rikiiii please~ it'll look good on you I swear!" you whined as Riki frowned. "I'm not wearing lipstick!" the man whined as you whined again "It's not a lipstick! it's a lip gloss stick it's not like you'll turn in to barbie with one swipe, idols wear this you know?" you reasoned as he sighed, leaning into you face. With a smile, you carefully applied the creamy, lip gloss stick, his eyes locked on your focused face, the close proximity making his heart beat faster than Usain Bolt ever ran. It fucking pissed Mihi off.

"How the fuck does a pink barbie carbon copy like you have MY man?!" She yelled, yanking at your braided hair, her tug so tight you had to bite her wrist to get out of her hold. "UGH U PASTE FACED FUCKER- U RUINED MY BRAID!" you yelled as suddenly a different person slapped the shit out of you. You could've sworn your brain left your body then entered it again. your head hit the wall behind you painfully hard, but as you pulled away to even process the first slap, you were painfully pushed up against the wall, and there before you was a much bigger male.

"You're such a pussy! you can't fight me yourself so you're using some guy who's dick you sucked?!!!" she asked, clearly knowing the man was one of the seniors that she used to be fwb with. Just for that, the male slapped her again, chocking her. "It's that fucking tongue isn't it?! If I rip it out you'll stop talking right?" Mihi asked as you frowned. "I have another way to silence her..." the male said with a smirk, his grip on your throat tightening as he tried to place his lips on hers.

Before his lips could even reach her lips, The male fell back, some of his teeth knocked out, his mouth bloody. "The fuck are you doing to my girlfriend?!!!" Riki asked as y/n stared at him in shock, heck even the girls were shook, they were fucking scared, never has Mihi ever seen her crush so pissed off, it was fucking scary. "J-just uh..." "Just what?! beating my future wife?! do u want to be scalped and dipped into lemon juice?!!!" He asked cracking his knuckles as the girl stuttered and ran off with her minions.

Riki didn't even get the chance to check on you, as your horrified scream filled the hallways. "Fuck y/n how bad did he hurt you?" he asked, kneeling down before you as you stared at your forehand in horror "MY NAIL SNAPPED! SO LONG OF HARD WORK BROKE JUST LIKE THAT." she exclaimed as Riki stood up, sighing. "I'll take that as a yes" he mumbled.

"Girlfriend? Future wife? what was that about?" you asked staring up at him as he smiled "I guess you called call it my confession..." he said as you frowned "Try again" you said as Riki snickerred "Y/n... I love you, and I want to fucking show you that everyday, so give me a chance baby" he said as you blinked. She felt her own blush, he's perfect, everything she needed, but never did she think your dream man would love you.

"Hmm but what if I don't want to?" you teased. as Riki helped you up "My sister knows a great nail tech, she's expensive but worth the price, how bout you treat your pretty hands for some prettier nails, and I'll pay all the expenses?" he asked as the girl pouted. "You don't need to bribe me like that... let me do it instead." You said, then kissed his lips, his eyes widening in shock as you smiled. "Lets skip school im gonna treat you to the best shopping spree you'd ever experience." He said as his arm snaked around your waist.

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weebsinstash · 9 months ago

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Suprised you havent mentioned what Val wears in episode 6(he's maybe wearing the same in ep 8?)

Like those fucking boots and the fact he's wearing a skirt makes me think he does it for easy access.....👀

I think it probably is the same outfit! I'm thinking the whole "moth shaped boob window" little black dress is like, the default one he keeps under his coat? He also has a different hat in that scene (no stripes, heart button)

Ughhh I just noticed that even though he isn't talking to or looking at her he's still engaging Gasmask Girl in the conversation or she's part of his recruitment because he has his hand on her hip like that 😩❤️ also isn't it SO diva of him that he already has forearms that become black further down but he'll still put on black gloves with this dress. I guess because his black dress shirt has sleeves and this dress doesn't and he just prefers that fashion wise? Idk

I wonder how often he prefers the pants and how often he prefers the dress? True Valentino simps know he's BEEN hoein' in these streets for a while but I'm still a little surprised they made him dressing gnc a canon thing. I wonder if in season 2 we'll ever see Angel in drag or anything since that's something he enjoys?

Just like. UGHHHH I can SEE him being such a catty bully to force Reader to dress/present themself how he wants them to look. OR he'll manipulate your insecurities and try and be your ""friend"" to get closer to you that way, helping teach you how to 'look nicer' (and some of it IS helpful stuff like say makeup or certain styling tips but 8 times outta 10 he's using you like a doll). He's complimenting you and calling you pretty and he DOES mean it but it's partially because in his mind you're already his property and thus he wants his arm candy to be nice n pretty looking their best. You two are showing up to show out at any event Val drags you along to.

Shit happens like Angel gets a text from Valentino to bring him some food "because I'm busy so chop chop babe" and Angel walks in with the grub and Val is just... sitting there, very obviously definitely not busy, and in fact, he's doing your makeup, applying your eyeliner all sing song and playful, "i swear to Lucifer, mami, if you keep tearing up and ruin all the hardwork I just did on your eyes again, Daddy's gonna have to punish yooou~" and he just glances up to Angel with the most disinterested, "oh, hey. You can set that down and go"

Anthony is over here, having a SOUL CRUSHING MORAL CRISIS, because he's wished and hoped for Valentino getting a new favorite toy FOR SO LONG, but now? Angel's deathly afraid that Val's new favorite to play with might be YOU because Valentino's over here suddenly having you spend your whole shift where you're usually serving drinks to the Overlord now instead just, sitting cuddling up to him, or sitting so close to him your sides are touching and he puts his hands on your sides and waist...

Also um. On the subject of Val's dress and episode 8 and all that can we talk about Vox having the strength to be able to dip this man and how Valentino has hands large enough they can fully wrap around Vox's thigh

Look at these evil WHORES, and the way Val stroked Vox's face, like... UGH I can just see Val making Reader cry and he forces you to look at him, stroking your cheek and cooing about how it's good he got you waterproof makeup this time so that you "can stay nice and pretty and still look so cute while you're whining like a little bitch" like seriously I definitely see Valentino and Velvette as sadistic possessive yandere who would even get off on you crying and all the Vees are seriously the best of the worst 😩❤️

#yandere hellaverse #yandere hazbin hotel #hh #sinprompts #yandere x reader

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bloodweep · 11 months ago

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Nothing kills me more than the fact Bruce’s reaction to seeing Branch is to literally pick him up, toss him in the air, give him a wet Willy then proceeded to try to “attack” him before Poppy stepped in

I struggled to go about these properly ; I love the fact he is a dad and I absolutely love Brandy and his insane (pos) kids, I like to think Brandy is a-okay Bruce was with someone else, much as he’s a-okay with her being with to others as well it’s a mutual thing between them

“Oh sorry a Wet William”

I headcanon his to be 6’0 btw !!

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ First time meeting ࿐ྂ

‗ ❍ He is pretty laid back, I mean come on, he owns a vacation style restaurant and surfs

‗ ❍ very attentive to you, being a father does help, eyes always locked onto yours, arms on his hips in fists, body facing you, overall just making sure you know he has his full attention

‗ ❍ gosh he’s so interested in whatever you’re saying, ranting babbling

‗ ❍ of course you knew him while he was in brozone, and you couldn’t help be a little excited and all over the place, he just smiles oh so fucking sweetly at you

‗ ❍ UGH he just nods and is so fucking polite listening to you

‗ ❍ once you’re done your overall hyperness and shock, he would pull you into a side hug and just hug you gently

‗ ❍ fuck I know he would introduce you to brandy and his kids, smiling up at her and her smiling at you

‗ ❍ he would so totally cook for you too

‗ ❍ teach you to surf

‗ ❍ loves sitting on the beach at a fire with you

‗ ❍ so let’s you play with to his hair

‗ ❍ dad jokes, you cannot escape them no matter how hard you try

‗ ❍ he’s pretty strong too, nearly rivals JD’s strength, I mean come on he definitely picks his kids up every once in a while so he has to be strong to do that

‗ ❍ this man is so easily riled up and persuaded into doing things even if he doesn’t want to - mean did you see how quick his kids and poppy got him to sing? All because he was flabbergasted that his kids didn’t believe he was popular - yeah you do that to him a lot because it’s funny AND HE IS OKAY WITH IT

‗ ❍ sings to you whenever you ask, used to just get a private thing, but it’s anywhere and anytime you want it to be now

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Him crushing on you ࿐ྂ

‗ ❍ he knew immediately, had the conversation with Brandy as soon as he figured those feelings out - she was all for it, she found you attractive and a good person to bring into the relationship, plus you were good with their kids

‗ ❍ THEY HAD AN EXTREMELY HEALTHY CONVERSATION WITH YOU ABOUT IT AND GAVE YOU ALL THE TIME YOU NEEDED TO FIGURE IT OUT

‗ ❍ once you made your decision, Bruce was over the moon, he smiled so big his eyes squinted up and his fangs on full display for you as his tail wagged behind him fast - he felt like a teenager all over again

‗ ❍ holds your hand whenever he can - all the time

‗ ❍ always watching you

‗ ❍ eye contact is so more intense

‗ ❍ still takes it slow though- it is different being married and having a partner so none of you guys made it official yet

‗ ❍ explains he would appreciate it if you and Brandy knew each other more - who wouldn’t? She would be an amazing friend to have

‗ ❍ always ALWAYS looking around the room, everywhere to make sure he can see you

‗ ❍ makes you a matching necklace with him

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Getting together! ࿐ྂ

‗ ❍ it would take a LONG time to get together, roughly 5 months at least

‗ ❍ he would take you out on a nice beach date

‗ ❍ picnic, singing, him playing a guitar

‗ ❍ then he would ask you

‗ ❍ though he would treat you the same way before, you just had a label

‗ ❍ still touchy as ever

‗ ❍ hugs you so tightly whenever

‗ ❍ takes 3 weeks from getting together to finally get a forehead kiss, and a palm kiss

‗ ❍ two more weeks to get one on the lips - kind of sloppy with it since he’s not used to kissing someone his size - fangs shoved against your mouth but you know it’s not his intention to bother you with them

‗ ❍ his claws are trimmed down too! So he doesn’t hurt his wife, kids or you

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Random things! ࿐ྂ

‗ ❍ tail is on the floor like JD’s just a bit smaller, the tuff of fur at the end lays on the floor while JD’s tail drags behind him a good couple feet

‗ ❍ I KNOW he slaps while on the grill

‗ ❍ hates oranges and lemons, but still takes them to eat from his kids plates and the kids think he loves them - doesn’t care to correct them on that because he loves seeing how happy they get to give them

‗ ❍ draws in his free time, really honed the skills as he draws with his kids

‗ ❍ NAPS, loves them, enjoys holding someone while doing it, especially you since he won’t be crush and he so desires to curl around someone to protect them

‗ ❍ he really does love his Brothers even JD, he still does have some resentment about the events of them splitting apart, but, he’s learned to let it go, they were going, dumb and stressed out ; he has always witnessed the change in JD - he just hides it because he’s the oldest - he understands the struggle needing to appear happy and fine for people

‗ ❍ painted nails all the time because of his kids !!

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Tagging: @n3rdy247

Since you asked for these 🫶 it’s sfw for now as I’m still trying to figure them out!!

#Bruce #trolls bruce #Bruce trolls #Bruce x reader #trolls Bruce x reader #Bruce trolls x reader #brozone #headcanons #trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together

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dumpywrites · 5 months ago

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Fish in Disguise - Jin / Kim Seokjin

Prompt: Sworn enemies by day, restaurant mascot by night.

Prompt request: HERE

Genre/tags: Fluff, enemies to lovers(?), university au, they are both dumb lol

Pairing: Jin x she/her reader

a/n: Welcome home Jin!!! 💜 I was saving the only one Jin request I got to post it on his coming back date, but I didn’t finish it on time 😔

Your life was simple. You attend your classes by day and help your family’s restaurant by night.

How you wished it was that easy though. You were on the verge of failing your classes, trying to balance your studies, social life, and work. All that while trying to make sure you get a good rest, which honestly, you had not been having in quite some time.

The days were not exactly the smoothest ride. Being someone who was new to the town, you needed some time of getting used to. It was a big decision your parents made to move to a new city, but as their only daughter, you supported them fully.

One thing that somehow helped you get through the day was this tuna mascot of a seafood restaurant next to yours. Yes, a mysterious man who refused to show you his face, in a full tuna fish costume, who you got to meet every weekend.

The first meeting the tuna intern was actually kind of wholesome. You were helping your family setting up the store and he just appeared to be there, standing with a sign that had something about the freshness of their seafood written on it. The fact that he dropped the sign and helped you carry two boxes while still being in his full attire, still amused you until this day.

And that was how your friendship bloomed. You would occasionally visit him and or just to say hi when he worked his shift. In return, he cheered you up with just simply being there. Sometimes meeting him and talking about random nothings just made you forget all your worries.

“I heard you got paired with Seokjin for the group project.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” You said to your friend as you yawned.

“Why? He’s hot.”

“And a narcissist.”

“And still hot.” Your friend argued and laughed. “Stop being so sulky, I bet everyone’s jealous of you right now.”

“Minji, he’s dumb. Have you seen his test results?! I don’t want to fail history class just because of him!”

“You’ll be fine! Plus, since he’s really easy on the eyes, just make him do the whole presentation and that’ll get you good grades.” Minji laughed again.

“Ugh.” You rolled your eyes, as you kept your focus on your phone instead, scrolling through Instagram.

“Why do you hate him so much anyway?” Your friend asked as she mimicked you slumping on the cafe table.

“I don’t… it’s just.” You sighed. “I don’t know, he’s cute but he really didn’t have to rub it in my face like that.”

“You’re still not over that?”

Once upon a time you were at your campus festival. Enjoying your freshmen days, simply admiring people doing all the festivities from afar while you sip on your lemonade. The crowd felt a little bit overwhelming, intimidating even, since it had been only a week since you enrolled.

That day was also the first time you met your friend Minji, the girl who was also a freshmen like you. You both were lost trying to find the main hall and somehow bumped into each other.

Both of you were just passing through the food stalls and club fair when you came across a juice bar. You noticed how there were two attractive men in the booth. Clearly whatever their team or club was trying to do, was working because you and your friend stopped to sneak a look.

One guy was extremely well built and had tattoos all over his right hand. The inks and piercings definitely did not match his doe-looking eyes though. On the other hand, the second guy looked like a prince. He had the most luscious lips and his skin was so clear that he looked like he might modeled for a skin care brand. The light brown hair was permed and styled. You also thought his smile looked very pretty.

“Hello! We’re selling fruit juice to support our music club!” The one with tattoos kindly waved at you and Minji.

“Oh my, they’re cute…” Minji whispered to you and practically dragged you closer to the stall.

“We have strawberry, orange, mango, and peach.” The taller one mentioned with a grin.

“You guys are really cute, you sure they didn’t tell you to watch the booth just because of that?” Minji chuckled.

“I’m aware, not sure why they picked Jungkook right here when he could barely talk to women, but yeah.” The guy said proudly.

“That’s not nice.” You said bluntly.

“Oh, that’s just how he jo—“ Jungkook spoke, but was soon interrupted.

“Why, you don’t think I’m good looking?” The man eyed you, judging.

“I think you’re full of yourself.”

You heard Minji called your name in a low voice, trying to calm you down, but you refused to listen.

“So you’re not denying that I’m good looking.” The man smirked at you as he scoffed.

That comeback gave you the biggest ick and you proceeded to link your friend’s arm in yours. “Let’s go, we’re not buying shit from them.”

You dragged your friend away as you listened to the man who turned out to be Seokjin himself, whined from a distance.

Ever since that scene, you swore you wanted nothing to do with the music club. It sounded pretty unfair considering you only despised Jin and the rest of the members did not wrong you in any way, but you had already made up your mind. That was until he failed art history class and now had to retake the subject, hence how you ended up being misfortune enough to get grouped up with him.

“Look, do you wanna do this project or not?” You folded your arms and crossed your legs.

In the library, you sat down eye to eye with your worst nightmare himself, the self proclaimed “World Wide Handsome”, Kim Seokjin. You both had agreed to meet up for the project but you didn’t realize it would be this irritating. Hell, as much as he was easy on the eyes as your friend claimed, all you wanted to do was to leave and stay far far away from him.

“I just don’t get why I have to do all the verbal work here.” He complained.

“You barely did the slides and research, of course you have to.”

“That’s because you just decided it by yourself??? I never told you to do all the work!” The guy said, now crossing his hands back at you.

“You see why? Because this.” You pointed back and forth between the two of you. “How can we get any work done when all we do is argue when we are together?!”

“Why do you hate me so much?”

The seriousness in Jin’s eyes scared you. He was staring straight into your soul and you did not like how it made you feel. Not even one bit.

“Because you’re conceited.”

“And the problem?”

“See?!”

“We’ve never been in normal conversation before, you can’t just decide that.”

Once again your eyes met his and you felt stuffy, nervous, but mostly anger. The thing was, you began to question yourself. Was the excessive anger really necessary or were you biased because of the bad start? Not like any of that mattered anyway.

“Screw you.”

You stormed out the library, making sure you stomped extra hard, childishly so he could see how pissed off you were.

“Someone’s in a bad mood…”

“Oh, hi.” You waved at the moving Tuna mascot, trying to form a smile. “I’m just really tired today, that’s all.”

“Aww, come tell papa tuna about it.”

He moved closer to you as you kept wiping the tables. It was already at closing hour and he should be off his shift right now. It was sweet how he sometimes would stay longer just to accompany you cleaning.

“Eww, since when do I call you papa?” You cringed, but laughed. “Don’t tell me you’re like super old or something?”

“Oh, I’m older than you alright.” He chuckled.

“How do you know?”

“I just know.” He patted his chest through the costume. “So? What’s wrong?”

“I kinda have this group project.” You said, hands still spraying cleaning products onto the table. “And I got paired with someone I don’t particularly like.”

“Oh…” He muttered. There was a hint of disappointment in his voice and you wondered why.

“It’s fine, the project’s almost done anyways.” You smiled at him and moved to the next table. “You’re not going home?”

“I might stay for a couple of minutes.” He took the empty seat not too far from you. “I don’t have morning class tomorrow.”

“You’re also in uni?”

“That’s for you to find out.” He snickered. “Anyways, tell me more. What’s bothering you?”

“Okay, you tell me. Am I wrong if I dislike someone because they’re like, I don’t know, so full of themselves?”

“Hmm.” The tuna guy put his hand under his chin comically, making him look funny and adorable. “Have you maybe try talking with them about it?”

“Why would I? He clearly doesn’t want anything to with me.” You sighed.

“Has he ever said that to you?”

“Well no, but that’s not really necessary when his action is already telling me that…”

He went quiet for a second, humming to himself before responding. “You’re right. Maybe he made a bad impression. But maybe, just maybe, if you give him a chance he could be a decent person?”

“I don’t know, he’s very popular and there’s really no reason to talk with him anyways.” You shrugged.

“Right…”

“But I kinda feel bad for walking away from him today.” You said with a sad expression.

“How so…?”

“Dunno, maybe I shouldn’t just decided on my own and did all the paperwork myself…”

“Maybe you should apologize?” The guy said in an unsure tone.

“I don’t know how.” You sighed. “What if he just laugh at me or something?”

“He wouldn’t. Trust me.”

You didn’t know why, but his words sounded weirdly assuring. “I’ll think about it.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine.” The guy gave you two thumbs up.

“It’s getting late, you should head back. Being a tuna for hours must be tiring.” You smiled at him. “Oh, wait.”

“What is it?”

You quickly ran back inside, leaving the man in the costume alone sitting on one of your restaurant tables. When you came back, you had one plastic container with a few pieces of fried chicken inside.

“Here.” You extended your arm to him with a big grin. “You must be hungry after standing up all night.”

“You don’t have to!” He suddenly stood up.

“I insist.” You grabbed his fluffy arm and put the container in his hands. “As a thanks, for being my friend.”

“Come here I need to hug you for this.”

You laughed and gave him a big hug. “You’re so fluffy!”

He patted your head playfully. “Don’t rub your face on me, they never wash this costume.”

“Eww.” You scrunched your nose and quickly let him go. “I’ll see you next week?”

“Yeah.”

Today, you had decided to finally swallow your ego and actually try to have a normal and functional conversation with Jin. It was almost surreal to think that you practically swore to have nothing to do with the music club, but now here you were, standing right in front of their club room.

It took you almost ten minutes of pacing back and forth before you finally knocked on their door. The response was not immediate, as their room was loud, filled with music instruments playing. Once the door opened, someone with a very warm smile greeted you. The colorful outfit and his tinted glasses made him look so hip, you thought. He held the door slightly ajar, just enough to fit his body to peek at you.

“Hello, what can I do for you?”

“Hi, uh… I’m Y/N and I’m looking for Seokjin? Is he here?”

The guy widened his eyes and looked back inside the loud room. “Yeah, he’s here.”

“Cool. Can I maybe borrow him for a few minutes? He’s my history project partner…” You said and smiled awkwardly.

“Do you wanna come inside?”

“H-huh?” You pointed at yourself. “Me?”

“Who else.” The guy chuckled. “We’re almost done but you might need to wait for him to wrap up.”

You replied with a skeptical “okay” and quietly followed the man from behind. The sound of drums and laughter filled the room and the bright decorations matched the vibe and atmosphere the place was giving. There were a few people inside and one was the boy with tattoos that you recognized from before.

“Usually we have more people around, but there wasn’t any official activity today so it’s just us.” The guy who opened the door for you explained. “I’m Hoseok by the way, you can call me Hobi. Want me to introduce you to them?”

“Why is Y/N here?” One blond guy suddenly spoke as soon as he saw you.

“You know me?”

The guy playfully shrugged and grinned. “Jin sometimes talks about you.”

“Really?” You asked, genuinely shocked by the news.

“Uh… Jin? Jin?? Someone’s here for you.” Hoseok intervened.

“What? Who—” You heard the man shouted back, but he was unable to finish his sentence as soon as your eyes met.

“Hey, uh… can we talk for a sec? I won’t be long.” You said.

“Like right now?” He looked at you questioningly.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, give me one sec.”

“So, you’re Y/N huh?” The same blond guy came up to you from behind. “I’m Taehyung, but they call me V.”

“Stop trying to make your stage name happen, Tae.” Hoseok said. “The one with the bucket hat there, is Yoongi. The tall one is Namjoon, and Mr. Tattoos and piercings right there is Jungkook.”

“Usually our main group has one more person but Jimin’s sick at home.” Taehyung mentioned.

You nodded politely. In your head, you were still processing the information that Jin was apparently talking about you to his club friends. You wondered what made him do so. You wondered if he bad-mouthed you, if he told all the ugly things about you, telling his friends how much you annoy him.

But why do his friends just seem so… friendly? None of them acted hostile towards you. The first two that spoke to you were really nice and bubbly, and even Jungkook who was with Jin the first time you met him, smiled when he saw you. Surely they would had acted differently if Jin hated you that much.

“Alright, let’s go?” Jin approached you.

“Uh, yeah.” The newfound information got you feeling nervous.

“It was nice meeting you!” Hoseok waved at you cheerfully and the rest smiled and nodded at you as you waved back awkwardly.

“They didn’t say weird things to you right?” Jin said as soon as both of you closed the door behind. You were now walking aimlessly across the campus hallway.

“No, I guess…”

“Awesome.” He clasped his hands together. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Oh yeah that…”

Right, what was you wanted to talk about again? How could you talk when his soft fluffy hair was just there, distracting you. And now that you were standing up facing each other this close, you had never realize how well built and tall he was. Screw the universe for making him so attractive.

“Yeah?”

“I want to apologize… for last time.” You looked away, rocking your body back and forth again out of nervousness. “I’m wrong for deciding to work on the project myself. I should’ve at least try to work things out to find the middle ground with you.”

“Pfft…”

You looked at him in disbelief. How could he laugh when you were trying your best to apologize to him properly???

“Excuse me?!”

“Sorry, your expression… it’s so cute.”

“Cute?!” You were offended by this point. “Forget what I said. You’re beyond saving.”

“Wait! No, that’s not what I meant…” He tried to stop you but it was too late.

You did not want to hear more from him. Was it really that hard to just take you seriously? You felt ashamed to even think that you could at least have a normal conversation with him. You were right all along.

And so you chose to ignore him. A few days passed and it was only two days left until your final presentation. Quite frankly, you could not care less. You had given him all the material and all you needed for him to do was to just blatantly accept his role.

“Mr. Tuna?”

You were now back with your night cleaning duties again, accompanied by your fish friend. You had told him everything about what happened between you and Jin, needing reassurance and validations for being angry at him.

“He really did you know… He laughed at me.” You bit your lips, maintaining your emotions. “Do you think I’m in the wrong? I’m not, right? Like what did I do? Am I ugly? Does he not want to talk to ugly people is that it???”

“You’re not ugly.”

“Well I don’t think so either… but what if I am in his eyes??? Maybe he just doesn’t want to associate himself with—“

“I don’t think you’re ugly!!!” The guy suddenly spoke up, a little louder than he intended.

You were taken aback for a second, and smiled. “Thanks, but I was talking about that person.”

“I cannot defend him anymore, I think it’s valid for you to hate him.”

“Why do you sound so sad?”

“Would you hate me if I turned out to be someone you know?” He asked without answering your question.

“Huh? Why suddenly?”

“Just answer it.”

“I don’t know, but I guess I enjoyed talking with you and I consider you as my friend if not best friend at this point already. I don’t think it would change anything.” You assured.

“Promise?”

“Why?” You looked at him suspiciously. “You’re scaring me, am I going to get a face reveal soon?”

“Who knows.”

The presentation day finally has arrived upon you. Everyone was seated with their corresponding partners and you were still sitting alone, as Seokjin was nowhere to be seen. The class session had already begun and you were minutes away from your turn. It was unbelievable the amount of disrespect that this man chose to show to you, by not showing up at all.

Your team was next in line. At this point you had given up all hope. Maybe it was for the best that you present it yourself since you did all the research anyway.

In the midst of the presentation in front of you, you saw how everyone’s eyes shifted to the back of the class in a flash. They stopped for a brief seconds, fake coughing to regain their composure, before continuing. They occasionally stole glances up and down, eyes looking dubiously.

Your curiosity was not left hanging for too long because just seconds later, someone in a big tuna fish costume just took the seat next to you. As a matter of fact, you were very familiar with the costume itself, but the reason behind him being in your class was truly bizarre to you.

Everyone was looking at your direction at this point and you were scared to ask any question. In your head you were starting to connect some dots, but too afraid to actually confront them. Some parts of you refused to believe it.

It was too implausible for them to be the same person. One was selfish and conceited, while the other was funny and caring. There was simply just no other explanation for the situation. You began to question your own sanity. Perhaps the lack of sleep had started to catch up on you.

“I’ve read all the emails you sent me. Don’t worry, we’ll ace this.” The guy suddenly spoke.

Hearing his voice from inside the mascot suit just sealed the deal. You had been friends with the guy you despised so badly this whole time without knowing. Not only that, you basically told him stories about himself and mentioned how bad of a person you thought he was.

He stood along with you when both of your name was called, fully confirming that the name belonged to him. Everyone started whispering and some started laughing immediately upon seeing the hilarious looking costume.

“Hello everyone, we’re from team seven and we’re now about to present to you about the history of mixed media.” He waved playfully while you were standing stiff right next to him. “As you can see, I’m in this costume that I had to convince the restaurant that I work at to let me borrow.”

Everyone laughed again in unison.

“You may wonder why, and the answer is because my partner right here,” He pointed to you. “She did all the research herself because I was being a dumb jerk.” He moved his body, looking at the direction of the professor. “I know that’s not great for my name but I promise I’ve learned all the materials she had sent me well. So the least I could do to her was to give you all an entertaining presentation…”

The presentation then went on fully with him still with the suit on until the very end. All you did was simply pressing the next button as he deciphered the slides, entertaining and engaging the audiences, even the professor himself. He truly was a charming guy and no mask could hide that. You should have had realized that sooner.

It just did not make any sense to you. How could he hated you while at the same time acted like your best friend in another form?

“I’ll go change and we’ll talk?”

You just looked at him, no words at hand. Everything still felt so unreal. You watched as he strugglingly entered the washroom. He went out minutes later with sweat clinging to his t-shirt, hair damp from the heat of wearing the costume. With the set hugged in his hands, he mentioned something about sitting down somewhere, and you just followed from behind.

“Do I smell?”

You shook your head quietly.

“Oh cool.” He chuckled awkwardly. “Is my—“ He huffed before even finishing the sentence. “I’m sorry, I’m stalling.”

For some reason his smile seemed differently now that you were seeing him in a new light.

“Here I am, I guess…” He laughed nervously. “I understand if you don’t wanna be friends again after this. I just wanna say that I’m truly sorry for what I did.”

Why was he speaking like that? Why was he speaking in the way your friend spoke? All with that damn annoyingly attractive face?

“The first time we met, I was being sarcastic.” He stated. “If you actually let Jungkook finish, he was about to tell you. I love that boy a lot, he’s a really nice guy, you know.”

“You were?”

His smile brightened when you finally opened your mouth and said something. It was the first time he heard your voice today and it felt like a huge weight just lifted off his shoulders.

“And uh, about when you apologized… I honestly didn't mean to laugh. I know that's what you feared but honestly I just got nervous.”

You raised one of your eyebrows at him. “You? Nervous? I’ve seen neither Mr. Tuna or the Seokjin I know being nervous.”

“You were really cute that day.” He smiled giddily, a rosy tint covering his cheeks.

That was new.

“Oh my god, I need some getting used to seeing you say that with your real face.” You looked away, the corners of your lips curled up helplessly. “So, when I met you as Mr. Tuna you’ve already known me?”

“Yeah.” He sighed with a smile. “I’m sorry, I was a coward. I should’ve told you sooner but you keep avoiding me at campus and you don’t exactly like the real me either so…”

“But this is the real you, right? The one that helps me out and listens to me rambling every weekend?”

He nodded, making you smile. “Can we be friends?”

“We already are, dummy.”

He exhaled loudly, grinning like an idiot. “Truce?” He offered his fist.

“Truce.” You shook your head and gave him a fist bump.

“Alright, we usually finish with a hug…” He looked at you with side-eyes. “It might feel slightly different without the costume and all—“

You cut his sentence short by jumping him with a big hug, surprising the guy.

And you know what, the hug did not actually feel that much different. It was still fluffy, fuzzy, and soft like how the used costume material would rub against your skin when you hugged him. Because when he hugged you back, you were sure you felt all of that even when he was without the mascot fish attire.

You felt that inside your heart.

Prompt request: HERE

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dairy-farmer · 1 year ago

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Tim's first love was a boy.

And he wasn't just any boy, no. This boy had blue eyes the same shade of the sky. This boy spent more time in the air than he did the ground. This boy was a bird meant to fly free forever and always. Tim's first love was a boy named Dick Grayson. *The* Dick Grayson. The kind, the gentle, the passionate.

Tim's first brush with love was... an experience. It felt exhilirating, exciting, terrifying in a fun sort of way. It was an addictive drug that made Tim confused.

He did everything for him. Praised him. Adored him. Loved him. Anything a tiny boy the fresh age of 9-13 could do. He did.

But that wasn't enough to make Tim Dick's first love.

Tim's first love was Dick Grayson. And that ended in a tragedy. (For Tim at least. For Dick, it was one of those awkward little things where you gently tell a little kid 'no, I won't marry you and have babies with you. Why? Because you're a baby yourself.')

...

Tim's second love was also a boy.

This time, his eyes were a shade of green-blue. The color of the lake that Tim used to play around in when he was smaller. This boy was in every way the opposite of the first. He'd been melded with the earth so many times, he could be considered more rock than person. He was fierce, a fiery flame that would only grow stronger the more you try to extinguish him. He was emotional, a poet, a lover. If Dick Grayson were a nobleman, gently whispering promises of love into a maiden's ear, then this boy was a soldier promising his loyalty to her out and loud, kneeling on the ground while she stood on the balcony.

Tim's second love was a boy named Jason Todd.

If Tim's first love was a tragedy, then his second love was a *catasrophe*.

'I'm done with love.' Tim decides to himself as he blurrily watches red hood smear Tim's own blood on the walls of his home.

'So. Done with it.' He thinks, finally fainting with the echoes of red hood's laughter in his ears like some twisted little lullabye.

...

Tim's third love came as a surprise. She was a careless thing, hopeful and determined to be a defender of justice. It was cute. Clumsily cute. Like watching a tiny pup play around in a new environment. His feelings for her came out of nowhere- like the brick she used to hit his face the first time they met. She was pretty. Everything about her was pretty. From her hair to her laugh to her smile to her- well. Everything.

She liked him too, actually. They lasted a while. But trust and communication got in the way. She was someone who spoke with actions more than words and... turns out Tim doesn't quite get her actions that well. Not that he wasn't someone to blame as well, turns out trust was much more important in a relationship than both knew.

It was a puppy love kinda thing they had. Something they'd look back to once in a while. Meant to meet but not meant to be.

Bummer.

Oh well, c'est la vie for a vigilante. He chose this life, and nothing would make him regret it.

...

Tim's fourth love almost made him regret the cool vigilante life style.

But. To be fair.

Batman made everyone regret something at least once in their life.

Tim should've known falling for the 'dark and brooding' kind of guy would only end in a disaster. Batman, despite being the greatest detective on earth, saw absolutely no signs that Tim liked him like that. It was so frustrating! Why on earth would Tim fall for someone so! So!! Bruce!!

Bruce was womanizer, someone who caught every lady's eye everywhere he went no matter who he dressed up as (Even as Matches Malone he caught some eyes. Ugh. It's like crushing on a celebrity that you personally knew. Jealousy was so not a good color on Tim.)

Women loved him, so was it really a surprise when Bruce got with Selena? His on-again-of-again girlfriend that kinda treated Tim like some kid. He wasn't even Bruce's kid! Why! Ugh.

So, like a stubborn man who decided to get better taste in crushes. Tim's fourth love ended in bitter tears and a promise to do better.

...

Tim's fifth love was somewhat expected. Half the hero population already considered them dating, actually. His fifth love was electrifying in an exciting way. They knew each other too well. Tim had Kon's entire person memorized and Kon had his heartbeat memorized. Kon was a breath of fresh air compared to his previous crushes. He knew exactly what Tim was thinking, he trusted in him wholeheartedly. He loved Tim in every way that mattered. They liked the same things, made fun of each other's tastes in a way that doesn't hurt. Kon felt like Tim's old teddy bear Mr. Honeypot, who Tim told all his secrets to and loved dearly in that nostalgic, "you'll always be my teddy bear" way.

So that's why they didn't work out. Because Kon will always be Tim's clone-boy and Tim will always be Kon's Robin. Being with Kon would feel like getting married to your best friend in your late 30s. They were each other's safe option, the last choice. Tim just. Didn't like Kon that way no matter how hard he tried. It felt too much like making out with an alive mr. Honeypot. Tainting something sweet and innocent.

Tim's fifth love ended in an awkward goodbye. (For tim at least. For Kon, it was the most heartbreaking heartbreak he had ever felt.)

...

Tim's final love was. Well. It was funny for one thing. Tim's final love was someone who he thought he'd never get along with- much less get with. He was a spiteful man, with vocabulary far too old for his age. He was someone who had a sharp tongue to partner with his quick wit. Emerald eyes that glimmer in the dead of night and soften once it was on Tim. Tanned skin that looked so good mixed with Tim's pure white bedsheets. Muscles that could go for days and a gentle laugh that had Tim's heart beating at an odd pace.

Tim always knew he liked older people. Even steph had a few months ahead of him. He liked being the younger in the relationship. The only person he wasn't technically the youngest in a relationship with was Kon, but that's because Kon doesn't even have double digits in age. (Kon joked once that his birthday should've been on febuary 29th, that way he'd never reach double digits.)

So it came as a surprise when Tim found himself falling for Damian of all people.

Yeah. Tim likes the brat.

But in his defense. Tim has never felt more pampered. Sure it wasn't getting with an older guy, but it sure *felt* like it. Damian loved to do everything for Tim. Acts of service. How gentlemanly of him. He massaged Tim's feet, fed him grapes, did everything Tim asked. He even led during sex which. Wow. Tim has never felt that good, by the end of it all his legs were shaking and he was fucked literally senseless. He had to be carried for a day and a half cause he lost the feel in his own body. Damian cherished him, as if he was some precious jewel that belonged in a treasurecove guarded by a dragon or something.

Damian always had this whole smug face and smug aura whenever he paraded Tim around. It was like the cat that got the canary. Tim doesn't really get it, but it was a cute expression on his face so Tim let him parade his body around ('really, it should've been the other way around' Tim thinks. 'I should be showing you off instead')

Tim's last love is the best love he's ever felt. It was amazing. It was heaven. It was. Jesus. It was Damian. Isn't that enough of an explanation?

...

"So. Y'think baby bird knows we like him yet?" Jason nudges Dick as they watch Damian twirl Tim around in the air.

Dick shakes his head, smiling softly at the scene. "Nope. Tim doesn't have a single clue. But, to be fair, he did like us before though. Guess it just wasn't time."

Jason blinks at him. "Y'mean he liked you. Don't think pretty bird there ever liked me." He scoffed.

Dick smirks at him. "Oh? Jaybird, didn't you know?"

Jason rolls his eyes at him. "I think I'd know if Tim had a crush on me."

Dick nods. "Tower incident that's when he stopped."

Jason blinked.

"He what."

Dick shrugs at him, turning around to purposefully miss Damian kissing Tim on the mouth. "Yeah. I don't think liking him same time he liked us would make anything different though. I was too old, you were... you. And Bruce is. Bruce."

Jason gasped. "Oh my god, he liked Bruce too?"

Dick nods, biting back a shit-eating grin. "And guess what? He almost said yes to Kon."

Jason dramatically gasps, both hands coming up to his face. "You mean! They weren't ever together!"

Stephanie jumps on Jason's back out of nowhere. "We're talking about Tim? Puh-lease. As if any one of you even had a chance with him. Least I got to try him out~" she purred.

Jason pushes her away, laughing lightly. "Yeah yeah. He's with the demon-brat now. But I'm calling dibs if they break up!"

Dick punches his arm. "Too bad, I called dibs first!"

!!!!!!!! this was so good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! all of tim's loves being the bats and how they ultimatly disappointed or hurt him- except for kon and damian. and with damian tim was finally able to find real reciprocal love❤️❤️❤️❤️!!! poor kon though, that tim was his most devestating and most heartbreaking loss💔!

but damian being the one who loves tim back, who treats him well, who makes tim happy!!!!

even with his brothers calling dibs in the end, no way will damian ever let tim slip through his fingers like they all did!!!!

#answered asks #asks #anonymous #dicktim #brutim #jaytim #damitim

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starsomens · 1 year ago

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Ohhh the size kink anon is on to smth.

Now we need

size kink noah headcanons!!!

THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY INBOX FOR A WHILE SO HERE WE GO!!!!

Whenever you two would be close or his hands were on you He is very aware of how much bigger he is compared to you. And honestly, he loves it.

He gets this feeling that fills up his chest. A dominant in primal feeling. Like you were so small compared to him, easily overpowered in more ways than one.

He love the fact that he was bigger than you he felt like he could protect you, and keep you safe, but he also felt other things 🤠

he definitely loves to see how small you are compared to him when he’s on top. Or how his entire body basically engulfs you. The way his hands wrapped around your waist so easily you’re basically just a little toy for him. (in a loving way😏)

He also loves how you look on top of him he’d be lying. If he said he didn’t enjoy watching you try to get him all in at one time. Your poor legs trembling and your face was a mix of pleasure and exhaustion from trying to sit down all at one time

“ that’s a baby take it all in you got it,” he said completely focused on how he’s slowly disappears into you. Your pussy sliding on to him they could take glove that fit perfectly

“I can’t Noah…s’too big” you’d whine

“Yes you can doll, you did it before you can do it again” he had almost a sinister smile on him, but it’s because he knew you could really take his entire dick just took some time

He couldn’t exactly blame you seeing as how vastly different you were in size.

Let’s say he is sitting or laying down while you’re riding him he could notice the bulge in your lower stomach whenever he would slide in, and it fueled him

Seen the bulge move up and down underneath your skin, how big he was compared to you and how you were taking everything just looking at it could make him come on command

How his hand wrapped around your neck almost completely while he fucked you into the mattress.

“Yea Princess you like…ugh getting stuffed huh?” He grunts “little slurs like her pussy getting stuff full”

“Mhm” you couldn’t exactly make out any words while he was pounding into you. He fit you perfectly, but we just a little extra making you feel extra for his tip hitting your cervix with every thrust.

He, especially loved to have you in doggy style, where he felt the most dominant a much bigger than you. He’ll lean over you and pin you down by your shoulders.

“N-Noah! Too…much!”

“Fucking take it!” He pants “you love getting pounded….say it!”

“I-I…Love it Noah!” You’d answer completely dazed, and fucked out of your mind

“ what do you love baby? Tell me.” His large hand coming down to spank the flesh of your ass. Knowing it’ll leave a sizable handprint.

“I love you dick! So big..feel s’good!” You slurred

“ yeah that’s right…you love getting fucked like the slut you are. Goddamn… so fucking good”

If you’re much shorter than him (which of majority of us are😭) he likes to fold you and have until your knees hit your chest. You are just so easy to flip around and bend when you were so much smaller than him.

As much as he likes to watch you try and bounce on him. Sometimes he would take your hips and use you like a sleeve. Moving up and down at the piece he wanted you to go almost like a toy for him. 😏

“Noah slow down!” You really couldn’t take how he was fucking you, but it felt so good

“Nuh uh, princess…shit…” the best part about being able to move you on him was being able to hold you down whenever he came deep inside you and he could just watch as he’s cum leaks out even still being inside you

Speaking of lifting you pretty easily, he can just lift onto any counter in the house and fuck you right there. You couldn’t really go anywhere with his weight on you. It was somehow comforting, and so arousing at the same time.

This man is very tall and very big in more ways than one, and he uses it to his every advantage😉

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workingforthewidow · 1 year ago

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What is up bitches and hoes. Ya girl is back. And by back I mean my cat brain was able to hyper fixate on something long enough to write for it. Also I’m in my ‘final girl’ ‘slasher fucker’ era. So be prepared for some fucked up shit. I am unhinged and hot for men that wear masks and kill people and people that just kill people in general. So onto the show. This is my first time writing and posting in forever so plz be nice lol

18+

Pairings: Otis Driftwood X Stockholm syndrome!reader (darling is in so deep there’s no coming back). Reader X platonic Firefly family.

She/her pronouns for reader. I tried to keep descriptions to a minimum, did mention pulling readers hair a lot but I mean i pull my husbands hair a lot and he has short hair so yeah.

Warnings: as stated reader is in deep for Otis like so much Stockholm syndrome going on. Slight smut. I think like 1 single use of Daddy in a power play way. Reference to non-con. This is Otis we are talking about so he can be a warning himself. But also OOC Otis. His mood swings will give you whiplash. Blood. Lots of blood. Killing people. Guns used in a sexual way. Knives. If there’s any major i missed please let me know! But yeah- don’t like it don’t read it.

Word count: 4,245

God i am so feral for this man.

Also a big THANK YOU and I LOVE YOU to the person who inspired me to write again go check out their work if you haven’t: @lovely-cryptid

Ugh i am so nervous to post this but imma do it! Link to part 2

She sometimes wondered if her family even knew she was missing or that she had even left. The whole reason she was out on that lonely road was her attempt to leave everything behind, everyone behind. So in a sense she did succeed in that but this was not what she had in mind when she pictured her freedom from her mother and her step-father. She had pictured herself in a big city with a cute little apartment with big windows that looked out over a park or maybe water. She’d have a good job but nothing too fancy. Working in a bookstore maybe or a flower shop. Something where she could be creative. But this wasn’t that magical place. Not even close.

Well you could say that she got to be creative in some sense. If you count being the muse and model for an insane blood thirsty ‘artist’ as creative. Sometimes he did let her pick out some of the smaller details of his work. Like how the hair was styled if it involved a human. But for the most part she was there for him to use when he needed to take out his anger and frustration. “Fucking my pretty little princess always cures the artist block” he would say as he pounded into her without a care for how she felt. All that matter was he got his dick wet. She didn’t mind thought. It kept him happy and she loved him when he was happy. He was kinder.

She could have never imagine this would be her life when she ran out of her mother’s house a year ago. A year, had it really been a year? Was it October already? She couldn’t be too sure. He rarely let her out of his, their, room unless it was to eat at the table as a family. The last time she was able to see a calendar was in August when he took her to the ‘museum’ to give Captain Spaulding the newest exhibit.

She had to beg on her knees for him to let her come along with him. That led to him agreeing with a stipulation of course, “Already on your knees princess might as put that mouth to work. Show me how badly you wanna go.” After giving into his demands she was able to leave the Firefly house and make the trip to see Spaulding. They only stayed a few minutes. Enough time for him to set up his ‘art’ and for her to see that the calendar read “August 17” but looking back what if that was wrong? It didn’t have the year on it, that calendar could have been from 5 years ago for all she knew.

At that point she figured she might as well ask him the date. She had been good the last few weeks. He had even told her that himself. He was being nicer only calling her a slut or a whore when he was fucking her in anger. But now he was calling her sweet things like ‘princess and sweetheart’ he had even called her baby once. But Baby heard him say that and hit the fan mad. Not that Baby didn’t like her. In all fairness her and Baby had become pretty good friends. She would even dare to say best friends. When he was being nice he would let Baby come to the room and talk to her. If he was being really nice and she had been really good for him, he would let her go to Baby’s room. That was the best. Baby would do her hair and makeup and dress her up in pretty outfits. He only let her wear her tiny jean shorts, which she was pretty sure he had cut shorter then when she bought them and a shirt that barely covered her breast. During the winter he had let her wear one of his flannel shirts over her outfit after Mama Firefly got onto him when the poor girl about froze to death. Texas winters could be as brutal as Texas summers if you were in the right place.

“Otis?” She called softly from her place on the bed but then cringed when she realized her mistake. He had been working on a new ‘project’ all morning his back to her and she couldn’t really see what was being created.

“Try again Princess. Get it right or I’ll have to punish you. And you’ve been so good for me for so long.” He didn’t even turn to look at her but she knew he was smirking to himself. He always found pleasure in the little roles he had created for them. But this was no game or play that came to end. This was her life.

“I’m sorry Daddy,” Otis was sure if he hadn’t had been listening for the response it would have been too soft for him to hear. He heard the bed squeak signaling she had moved. In the corner of his eye he could see her kneel next to him and soon felt her hand on his thigh. He looked down to see her staring up at him with her big innocent eyes. His innocent little pretty princess. His naive little sweetheart.

“Good girl, what do you want?” He ran his hand through her hair once before grabbing a fist full at the base of her skull forcing her to stay looking up at him.

“Um, I, I, um. Just was wondering, what’s the date?”

“Tuesday.” Was that all she wanted. Interrupted his work for that.

“No, like what is the date? Like what month is it and the day?”

He tightened his fist in her hair making her whine at the pain “Why the fuck does it matter? Have some place to be? A hot date waiting for you?”

With tears pricking at her eyes she tried to follow his hand to relieve the pressure on her head. “No, no. I only want to be here with you. No where else. With no one else.” She made her eyes wide again trying to get back on his good side with her innocent look. He loved that look.

He loosened his grip on her hair and scratched his chin as if he had to think long and hard about the date.

“It’s October 30. Now why the fuck does it matter? It ain’t your birthday seeing as Baby isn’t fucking around insisting on a party for her little best friend. So what’s so important about today huh?” He had bent down his nose brushing against hers lips barely brushing.

“It’s been a year. A year since you brought me home with you.” She smiled. He may be mean when he’s angry but she did fell at home with him. He did care for her. He did love her. At least that’s what she told herself.

“Didn’t think you’d be so much a little romantic princess. What you want some little anniversary dinner? Think I’m gonna buy you little presents? This is your present sweetheart. You ain’t dead.” He growled in her ear and moved away from her face. “Now get back on the bed and shut your fucking mouth. I’m almost done and if you interrupt again I’ll have Tiny take you down to the basement for the night.”

Her eyes went wide in terror. She hated the basement. Tiny wasn’t bad, they had become pretty good friends. But the basement was not fun. It was dark and cold and damp. Otis had made her stay in the basement when he first brought her to the house after picking her up off the side of road where her car had ‘broken down’ aka where RJ had shot her tires out. It took her a few days to calm down and stop the kicking and screaming. It had only taken a few whips with his belt and the threats of deaths for her to finally listen to him. But she realized once she was being good that he did just want what was best for her. She saw how many girls he brought in and killed. But he chose her. He saved her and kept her safe. Kept her warm and well fed. And as long as she was good for him he was good to her.

“Yes, sir.” She responded quickly as it was a toss up if he wanted her response at all or if that itself would get her to the basement. She crawled back up the bed and laid out on her stomach facing him so she could watch him work. He was painting today.

He turned briefly looking to see if she followed his demand. Which she had, as she always did- his perfect little princess. How lucky he was when he found her. He hadn’t planned originally on keeping her but she was different from the others. She screamed sure but there was something about her eyes. He could tell she was naive but also wouldn’t mind some blood. Her eyes screamed innocence but at the same time he could tell she had seen some of the horrors of this world. He would later learn that horror of hers was from her abusive parents. She didn’t tell him outright but her nightmares usually came along with sleep talking and he had pried a lot of her in her unconscious state.

“Good girl, princess.” He praised her before turning back to his work. She did as she was told and stayed silent for the next hour while he worked. Finally by midnight he was done and she had passed out waiting for him on the bed. He grabbed her hair again and pulled her up, her hands flying up to grab his wrist and looked up at him with now wide awake eyes. “All done princess. You want dinner?”

Oh right they didn’t eat dinner. Odd, Baby normally always came to collect them for dinner when Otis was working. She knew that he would get caught up in his work and forget to feed her little best friend.

She nodded as best she could with his grip on her hair. “Yes please.” She didn’t realize how hungry she was until the thought of dinner crossed her mind.

“Come on then hurry up. Put these on.” He ordered throwing her short skirt and shoes at her. Why was he making wear her shoes? The skirt she knew, even if it barely covered her it was enough to keep Hugo off her a bit. But the shoes? She wasn’t supposed to wear shoes in the house that was one of the rules. “Mama didn’t make enough dinner for us. Seems she forgot about us. Figured I’d be nice and take you somewhere. That’s what you wanted right? Some kinda anniversary dinner?”

“If that’s what you want. I just want to make you happy.” She said slipping on her shoes as ordered.

“Of course you do sweetheart. Come on lets go.” Otis grabbed her wrist and pulled her down the stairs and out to his truck. He threw her into the passenger seat before getting in the driver side. Once the truck was started the radio came on playing her favorite Frank Sinatra song.

She gasped and smiled wide. “I love this song.” She said without thinking before clasping her hand over her mouth. Another one of his rules- Don’t speak unless given permission. She looked up at him with her big eyes. “I’m sorry I was just excited and…”

Otis moved his hand to her thigh gripping the skin so hard she knew she’d have a handprint shaped mark in the morning. She stilled and waiting for his next move.

“Don’t have to apologize for that sweetheart. You’ve been a good girl. Maybe it’s time to change the rules a little, yeah?” He smiled at her with his wicked smile that would send shivers down anyone else’s spine and pulled her closer to him running his hand higher up her thigh. “You be a good girl while we’re out and when we get home. Tomorrow I’ll think about changing your rules.”

She took a breath. He was happy with her. So happy he was going to change her rules. Maybe she would be allowed to leave the room without him. Spend more time with Baby and Tiny. Or even Mama. She loved Mama. Mama was everything she wished her mother had been.

Finally Otis pulled the truck off to a 24 hour roadside dinner. There were only a couple cars, probably belonging to the workers, and a few long haul trucks. Otis got out and pulled her along with him. Once her feet hit the ground he wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her forehead, “Be good.” It was a simple command and a simple warning. “Be good” meant not only behave in general but also “don’t you dare tell anyone what happens at home.” He had only taken her out in public once, outside of her trips to Captain Spaulding’s, when he took her to buy her new outfits for her to wear for him. And by outfits of course that means bras that barely hold her tits and panties that barely covered anything. Along with a few short skirts and shorts. He didn’t like when Hugo eyed his woman. But oh how Otis loved to see his princess dressed up for him.

She reached up and kissed him on his cheek. She knew he loved it when she showed him affection. “Of course. Always a good girl for you.” She promised him.

They made it to the door and he was even kind enough to hold the door open for her. The waitress at the counter greeted them and told them to find a seat anywhere. He found them a booth far in the corner away from everyone else and pulled her down in his lap grabbing the menu. He let her trail her fingers over it reading each line and finally pointing out what she wanted. Of course, the sweetest thing on the menu. The waitress made her way over and smiled at them.

“Y’all need a minute or are you ready to order?”

Otis tightened his grip on her waist and she knew that meant stay quiet.

“Water, coffee, bacon and scrambled eggs, and the waffles.” He didn’t even look the waitress in the eye. “Chocolate chips on the waffles.”

She must have been really good if he was letting her have sweet treats.

The waitress nodded, writing down the order, before going to the kitchen.

They sat in silence. His hand drifting up and down her leg as they waited. A few minutes go by and the waitress reappears with a tray holding the drinks and food. “Here ya go darlings. Anything else?” Otis waves her off with a huff and she retreats back to the counter where a few truckers are sitting.

He takes a slice of bacon and chews it loudly in her ear before holding a piece to her mouth. “Eat up princess. I’ve been thinking about this whole anniversary non-sense and I think if I’m being so nice getting you this food then when we get home we will play one of our little games.”

She nodded happily, giggling and wiggling in his lap feel him grow harder under her. Playing games meant he was happy and in a good mood. She let him feed her until the plates were cleared. The waitress returned at that point slapping the bill on the table before turning on her heel walking away. She obviously did not enjoy being waved off earlier.

“Did you like it Princess? Wanna come back?” Was the game already starting? He didn’t normally ask her her preferences. “I didn’t like. I don’t think we’ll be back.”

“It was okay. Not as good as Mama’s cooking.” Mama made the best waffles.

Without a word and without looking at the bill Otis stood up and started walking her to the door.

“Sir you need to pay the bill! Excuse me!” The waitress yelled from behind the counter. Otis smirked down at his girl and chuckled darkly. He then whirled around and pull his gun from his waistband.

“I don’t have to do shit bitch.” He then grabbed her hand and threw her back in the truck speeding away towards home.

He was driving far past the speed limit, as fast as a bat out of hell. She looked up at him with her big eyes then down at the gun in-between them in the seat of the truck. He had never brought it out in front of her. He liked to use his knifes, belts, or even his hands on her. She couldn’t even name a time she had a gun this close outside of being on a police officers hip.

“Not gonna fucking bite you. What the little princess never seen a gun before?” He eyes burned on her. She shook her head. “Well then Princess, why don’t we start the game now?” He grabbed the gun and pressed it against against her temple. “Open those legs pretty girl.” She did as she was told and he moved the gun down her body until it was between her legs. “You fucking get off on this and cum without permission I will blow your brains out. Don’t care how much a pretty fuck you are. Understood?”

She let out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding, “Yes.”

He slid the barrel of the gun against her folds making her shiver against the cold metal. He kept it up at a steady pace for what felt like hours but he made sure to never reach right where she wanted him. She was looking straight ahead trying to find any landmarks showing they were close to home. Right as she was about to work up the nerve to ask him, he finally hit her sweet spot. She moaned and threw her head back.

“There we go princess. Don’t forget the rules.” He moved faster bringing her close to the edge and pulling away. Finally the light of the house came into view. He stopped the truck but continued playing with her for a few minutes before pulling the gun away from her core.

He looked it over before grabbing her chin, “Open wide sweetheart. You made my gun dirty, now you gotta suck it clean. Be a good girl.” Be a good girl. Yes she is a good girl for him. She opened her mouth sticking out her tongue letting him slide the barrel into her mouth. She began licking and sucking her juices off the shiny metal when she heard a click. She gulped and looked at him to see his wicked smile. “Good girls don’t have to worry if the safety is off. And you’re a good girl right?” She nodded and continued until he finally pulled away wiping her spit off on his shirt. He then got out of the truck pulling her along with him as always. “Good girl, now you have 2 minutes to get that pretty ass upstairs and ready in our room. Wear the white.” Oh he really wanted to play today. He only had her wear a white set if he intended to stain it red. “Timer’s already started Princess I’d hurry if I was you.” He slapped her hard on her ass kicking her into gear. She darted into the house trying to be careful not to knock anything over. She reached the threshold of their room when she heard him slam the front door shut meaning she had about 1 minute left. She ripped off her clothes and threw on the first white lace bra and panties she could find. Once she was dressed she dropped to her knees sitting back on her heels, hands in her lap, looking up and waiting.

Otis finally opened the bedroom door and smirked at the sight before him. She was so pretty like that. Ready and waiting to suck his cock. He walked up to her stripping his clothes as he walked holding his belt in his hands. “Ain’t you a sight for sore eyes? On the bed arms up.”

She followed his orders and laid down arms against the headboard. She knew the drill at this point. He looped the belt around her wrist securing her to the bed. He then tied a blindfold around her eyes. This game was her favorite. She didn’t know why but he always was happier after they played this game.

A drawer opened and she heard the clicks of metal against metal. She then felt an ice cold blade against her throat. “One sound. One single sound and I will gut you like a pig. Got it?” She nodded to the best of her ability. “Good girl now be quiet.” The knife moved across her body slowly. She had yet to feel skin break. He moved up and down her arms and her legs. Around her bellybutton and traced the insides of her thighs. Then the feeling was gone. And she heard the rustling sound of clothes being thrown on and the bedroom door slamming.

This wasn’t part of the game. He was suppose to cut her, carve his name on her and lick the blood. Slice her up with tiny cuts that would bead some bubbles of blood enough for him to paint her in but not enough to kill her or even truly hurt her. But he never left before it was over. He didn’t always stay long afterwards, aftercare is not in his vocabulary but he never left before they were done.

Had he decided he was done with her? Was he going to get RJ and Tiny so they could be ready to take her body when he was done with it? Questions and thoughts started whirling in her head. Fear creeping up on her. She was alone again. She was alone and going to die. Her life with the Firefly’s wasn’t perfect but it was hers and she was enjoying it.

Tears started to slip from her eyes wetting the blindfold that had been tied to her. Maybe he was going to leave her here to starve. Let her have a final meal and then starve her. Her tears soon turned to sobs and before she knew it her breathing was getting shaky. Everything was spinning even though she couldn't see anything. Her brain was spinning it felt like. Her body was shaking violently.

“The fuck is wrong with you girl?” His voice boomed into the room and he removed his belt from her hands pulling her into his lap before taking off the blindfold. He was being oddly kind, like he was worried about her.

She continued to shake and sob for a minute before finally calming down enough to look at him. “You, you, you left. You never leave until the game is finished. Left me alone again.”

He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Someone wondered up the property Princess. Had to make sure the cops weren’t showing up. Don’t need the pigs here when I have a pretty little runaway in my bed.” Then in a rare moment, a very rare moment that had only happened once when he was drunk but she counted it because it was the only time it happened; he kissed her. Like a real kiss from someone you love not a power play. “Ain’t nothing gonna happen to you Princess. I promise.”

She wiped her eyes and looked up at him like he was the center of her whole universe, “You won’t abandon me, right?” It was barely a whisper almost as if she was unsure if she could ask.

Otis brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her forehead, “You’re mine forever silly girl. I love you.”

Those three words. The three little words he knew would hook her right in again. He didn’t have to worry about anything as long as he dangled that little carrot in front of her face once every couple weeks. He wasn’t sure if he even meant it. In the beginning he knew he didn’t but now as time had gone on he wasn’t sure anymore. Maybe this pretty little princess from the other side of Texas was changing him.

“I love you too.” She sighed kissing his neck before snuggling into him. There would be no wicked game for a few hours. He would be kind. He would let her sleep next to him. Let her snuggle up on his chest while he played with her hair. Let her have a few hours where they played like they were a normal couple, just a man and his girl sleeping the night away.

But Otis Driftwood was anything but just a man. He was different and he knew it. But she was different too. Maybe she was meant to be here. Meant to be his girl forever. But that was a problem for another day. A day when he was 7 beers deep and didn't have to think too hard.

“Goodnight Princess you can sleep now. I ain't going anywhere. And when you wake up, I’ll let you go to Baby’s room.” He kissed her hair again and moved them down on the bed throwing the blanket over them.

#otis driftwood #otis driftwood x reader #house of 1000 corpses #house of 1000 corpses x reader #slashers x reader #house of 1000 corpses fanfic #otis driftwood fanfic #i am in love with this freak and I’m not sorry #yes i am a disappointment to my mother

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jamisonwritestf2trash · 1 year ago

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Hello again! I was chatting with someone and he said "someone should make writing style hcs for the mercs", and I instantly went "I know a guy" so now i'm here. How do you think the mercs would write? (note: he also said "Scout would write like Greg heffley" which is hilarious)

How Do the TF2 Mercs Write?

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I'm smiling like an idiot rn. This is so sweet, and the promt is very cool! (Your friend is 100% correct, btw.)

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I'm going to headcanon, whay they write about, how they write about those things, and some hand writing pictures of how I think they'd write! So be prepared for a long one 😭 Can you tell I'm an English nerd?

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Demo-

You'd think he'd have super messy handwriting, but he's actually a very neat writer. Has an ink and quill pen set, loves gold ink more than traditional black ink.

He writes about his mom and his childhood. He writes very vividly and with lots of detail. I feel like this man is a walking thesaurus.

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Engie-

He has very clean writing. I'm day to day life (he has the worst writing when working on his projects). Like he'll leave a note on the door saying that the gangs run out of milk and everyone's shocked. You'd think he'd have atrocious handwriting. Learned cursive in school and never really stopped using it.

When he's writing like this, he's normally sending letters to people he cares for or trying to order parts for his latest projects. He's very formal when he writes to anyone.

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Heavy-

Heavy is also blessed with very nice handwriting, but instead of the school system forcing him into writing better it was his mom.

He likes to write about animals and his friends. He keeps a small book by his bed to write little things he learns throughout the day. Not very descriptive, more along the lines of "I heard birds singing this morning, it was pretty." Or "Scout likes brownies more than ice cream." Normally, just mundane things. (Also, he writes mainly in english to improve his ability to understand English words but sometimes defaults to Russian if he can't remember or spell a word properly.)

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Medic-

Ugh. This man writes like a doctor nine times put of ten just to fuck with people. He'll give someone a note, and it just has gibberish on it. He likes to watch them try and decipher it. But when he's not being a menace to society. He has genuinely beautiful handwriting. While it can be overly fancy, sometimes it's also easy to read.

He has two journals, he has a leather-bound one where he writes about Germany, his experiences of leaving his country, when he had his medical license, medical school, etc. Loves to write about the past. He uses that journal as a therapist. And then, of course, he has his neon pink Claire's notebook that he uses to write down every single thing that could be used against someone he's ever heard, with matching glitter pens.

When he writes, he never leaves any details out and is pretty clear and concise. He uses German and English interchangeably. Using English mainly out of habit.

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Scout-

While I do agree that this man probably writes like Greg Heffley (and honestly, his handwriting probably looks the same too.) I'd be wrong not to mention that he writes out little :), :0, >:), and other little faces on his notes, and have almost graffiti handwriting. He practiced writing to look like that, actually. He used to have decently nice handwriting, but he likes this one better.

He doesn't write much, but when he does, this man writes paragraphs about the most random things. All horribly spelled. This man can't read or write very well. Dyslexic king. He makes sure to get help with spelling, though, so he can write to his mom at least once a month.

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Sniper-

Oh, poor, poor man. Can not write clearly to save his life. Not that he's big on writing to begin with. There was never really any pressure for him to have good handwriting, and he mainly only writes to write himself reminders.

Very nondescript and straight to the point. But has a little quirk of using different dots (like • ○ ● □ ■ ☆) for his notes. He has a little dark brown book for all his reminders.

☆eat (is a common note left in the book). He also has written poetry, but he'd rather die than admit that.

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Spy-

Pretentious motherfucker handwriting and style. Could just be writing a reminder to wish someone a happy birthday and will go all out. It normally takes him 15 minutes to write a small note. He writes letters frequently, with no reason in particular. I think he just really likes writing. Uses big words but not in the same way Demo does. Like Demo will say, "The food was horrific." But Spy will say some shit like "the meal I partook in was horrifically distasteful and..." So on and so on.

I think he can also switch his handwriting at will. If he needs to pretend to have messy handwriting for some reason, he'll do it. Not without sheding a tear at how awful it looks first though.

Writes exclusively in French. One or two words in English every 10,000 words he writes.

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Soldier-

He likes using all capital letters when he writes! He feels like every word he writes is important. It also helps him remember things. I also don't think his vision is the best, so it's hard for him to see any other writing.

He doesn't write often, but he's always listing things, marking things that have changed, and writing down random questions that he'll spend the day trying to answer. Very observation based writing. You catch him writing and it's just a piece of computer paper with a list like,

THE CEREAL WAS MOVED

I SAW A BIRD

WHY DO BIRDS FLY INTO GLASS

ARE BIRDS OKAY AFTER FLYING INTO GLASS.

Very simple writer.

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Pyro-

Scarily neat and beautiful writing. Somehow, they can write like this no matter what situation they're in. I definitely think they just rewrite things they overhear, facts that they like, good memories they remember, and just odd things. Has multiple quotes written down from books they've read. They write with glitterpens, too. They have a bunch of construction paper they use to write on.

They don't really write much for necessity. They only really write to make themselves happy. Can be simple or descriptive depending on what their remembering.

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AH! I HAD SO MUCH FUN DOING THIS ONE! Thanks again for the ask! I hope your friend likes the answers :D

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #team fortress headcanons #tf2 headcanons #tf2 demoman #tf2 engineer #tf2 heavy #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 hcs

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hell-drabbles · 10 months ago

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Ra-on 1

Summary: Ra-on comes into your room to deliver some human essence for you to drink.

(If I'm going to be writing about Ra-on, I'm at least going to make him into a good-looking, if soggy, pretty boy. Just, looks like he's been left out in the rain. And is slightly oily. Pathetic style. And gross. I am not exaggerating when I say I made Ra-on real gross. It's fun for me.)

"This," you sloshed the full bottle around, "I have to drink, this?"

"Yes," Ra-on nodded and looked away, biting his dry lips, "It's, uh, it's Minhyeok's."

"…did you drink first?" You asked.

"Well, no but-"

You put the bottle on the floor and rolled it towards Ra-on with a light kick. "Then you drink first. I'm not drinking before you."

Ra-on is weaker than you are. More prone to collapsing faster than you. He'll need it more than you do, even though you are pretty sick yourself. That and you want to delay the inevitable for as long as possible.

"But-"

"Just drink first." You said in a tone that left no room for argument.

Ra-on gulped as he picked up the bottle. He swished it back and forth, as if fascinated by the thick consistency. He licked his lips. He popped off the cork and began to chug.

"Not in front of me," you groaned out, massaging your throbbing temples, "Out. Drink that elsewhere."

Why? Just, why? Is this another one of his kinks? Being looked at while chugging cum? He can have all the kinks in the world, but he shouldn't do them in front of you! You didn't agree to see!

You know what? You've known Ra-on for too long. He wasn't thinking, again. Probably being overly cautious because you're sick and very testy. Thought that because you didn't tell him to get out the first time, that he isn't allowed out.

Augh, that man needs more friends. His social skills are right down the gutter. Not these devils though. They don't count.

Ugh, it's so gross to think about. You care for Minhyeok, you won't deny that but to have to drink his cum? To survive? That's hell. Disgusting. And it was still warm too and you don't know if that's worse of better than if it was cold.

Ra-on choked and popped his lips off the bottle. He coughed, wiped his mouth and gurgled out, "Sorry. I'll-I'll go. I'll be back with more, okay?"

Ugh! Why? Well, you know why but… ah!

"Hey."

Ra-on went stiff and hesitantly turned around, like you're about to scold him. Look at him, he even has his eyes to the ground.

"…" Alright, you have to ask, "Do I have to drink the entire bottle to get better?"

Ra-on blinked and relaxed his thin shoulders, "Ah, well… yeah. It's better to be safe than sorry. If you drink too little, you'll collapse sooner."

…oh boy.

"Minhyeok's balls are gonna be raisins by the time we get back," you collapsed your head into your knees.

Poor man. He does not deserve this fate. But what a trooper, truly.

Ra-on was silent, then gasped after a delay. "…oh no. To have to provide for the both of us… on his own… Um, hey."

"What?" you asked, flatly, head enduring pain that can only be described as being sliced by wires.

You heard shuffling of clothing. "…I think it should work… if I give you some of mine-"

"No. I'm drinking that. And it wouldn't work anyways." It has to be essence from a human that isn't in Hell at the moment. You don't know if it's some purity shit, like somehow being in Hell taints you but whatever. Point being, Ra-on is not an option, and you will not tolerate him being an option.

You're already having trouble keeping yourself from throttling him at every moment. If you had to drink his jizz, you'd straight up let yourself die. You know he would find satisfaction in that. It would pop up later in his masturbation fantasies, you just know it.

…he's always been like that, always sexually charged no matter the time and place. You have no problem with that. His libido will act how it wants. The problem is…

The problem is how Ra-on deals with it. He indulges in it and yet refuses to seek anyone out to relieve it. Refuses to say anything about what he's into and what he wants, and yet jacks it no matter where or who is in the room.

…he didn't even have the decency to stop stroking his dick when you came into the room to borrow Minhyeok's computer. He even finished the minute he saw your face, like he wanted to be caught.

That face... You'll never forget that face of fear and bliss.

You kicked that damn chair out Minhyeok's room the minute Ra-on ran off.

…point being, you don't want anything to do with Ra-on's kinks or semen.

"Well, what if we tried?" Ra-on insisted, pale eyes rounding out in that infuriating puppy-dog like fashion, like that'll work on you the same way it works on Minhyeok.

Gross. Vile. Disgusting.

Your head pulsed and you growled, "No. Get out."

Ra-on clenched his jaw and practically skittered out the door. Good. If he lingered any longer, you would've thrown your shoes at him.

You fell back on the bed. Sleep. You need sleep so you can stop being so angry and snippy. And finally quiet down all the memories you don't want to remember. All so you can be a better person.

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad #drabble #hell-drabbles #hell-drabbles exclusive #ra-on #reader insert #embittered companion au

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mrsgaryrennell · 4 months ago

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LITG Tag

Thanks you to @ariendiel for the tag 💛

Give us your top five hottest male islanders IN ORDER. All seasons. Based on who you think is the best looking in terms of design. No ties, no “if X character was in Y style.”

1. Gary - I mean, the man is straight-up sex appeal. Now, Gary’s height probably isn’t attractive to some women but he’s quite confident and you can see it through his body language. What makes him eye candy are definitely his muscles. You can’t get away from staring at those big arms and his puffed out chest haha. Gorilla man also has the perfect amount of rugged, and still carries a handsome face like yes please I can’t complain 😩

2. Suresh - I know, I know. Terrible man, but we’re going off looks here. He’s absolutely handsome, nicely groomed, easy on the eyes. Unfortunately, many of us would fall into that trap lol I’m sorry but he’s high up on the list 🖐🏼

3. Dicky - leave me alone, I’m cheating idc lol. Unlike the first two, Dicky isn’t that muscular. He’s more lean with an athletic frame. What makes him super good-looking is his striking pretty face. The man’s face is sculpted like a Greek god and you can’t help but do double takes when he’s walking by.

4. Lucas - How can I not put this man on my list 😮‍💨 He’s not hard to miss if out in public. He’s super captivating and carries a beautiful/sophisticated presence. Lucas is a strong built man and his face is just ugh, so handsome. What really gives him that upgrade is that bone structure of his face.

5. Ibrahim - He’s gorgeous okay. Literally a copy and paste image of Ovie from Love Island UK. He’s an athlete so you know his frame is nice to look at, just like his face.

Honorable mention: Santiago. The salt and pepper look is a woman’s weakness lol. Again, well groomed, nice muscles, and that smile makes you melt. Yes, I’m breaking the rules again lol

I’ll tag @lasswithumor 💛💛

#yes I made space for my OCs but tbh they are set up on my s2 fic hehe #love island game #love island the game

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fromtheboundlesssea · 5 months ago

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HotD Season 2 Episode 2 Live Watch Thoughts

Seriously, I absolutely adore this new opening style. I really hope that they continue with this for the coming seasons (and in the other shows). The tapestry stuff is so pretty! Like I’m actually willing to watch through it. I usually just skip intros after watching them the first time.

Ugh. The bloody sheet. 😭

And now there are a ton of people 🫥 where were they before?

And Cole got dressed fast.

AND DESTROY THAT STUPID LEGO SET AEGON!

DECLARE WAR

ooooooo is Aemond going to find out that he was the one targeted? Are we not even going to get a proper reaction to him being told that his nephew is dead?

Man Otto looks shaken.

Take all of Alicent’s pain and give it to Daemon.

CALL HIM BY HIS NAME!

“But what they’ve done to my girl” 😭😭😭😭😭

I hate that Alicent is always made to feel as though she is at fault for everything but NONE of the other characters seem to feel the same sort of guilt, worthily had or otherwise?

Oooooooof yelling at Criston!

“The sanctity of my family!” 😭

“The Bitch Queen of Bastards” is a killer title though.

“You wished her life to be spared!” I’M—

THEY WERE GOING TO HAVE HIM TALE JAEHAERYS’ HEAD!!!??? 😭

Who else would it be random dude I have yet to know the name of (Jasper)? Who else? Sure someone who wants to start conflict.

Why are Rhaenys’ actions not viewed negatively? She killed hundreds of people.

“I will not have my little son’s body dragged through the street like a dead dog” WHERE ARE THE EMMYS?!?!

TOM MY LOVE YOU DESERVE THE WORLD FOR YOUR ACTING

AEGON LOOKING TO HIS MOM!

“My darling” 😭😭😭😭😭😭🤣🤣

HELAENA!!!!!

“I don’t want them closer. I don’t know them.” MY BABY

“This is for my boy” 😭

Why would you still use the goldcloaks? Especially since we don’t have Alicent’s brother leading them yet?

THE HEAD SHAKING MORE THAN THE BODY!!!!!!!

YOU CHILD MURDERER DO NOT GET TO ACT SO SORRY AND LIP TREMBLING!!!!!

THE SEWN HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH MY GOSH THIS IS LIKE ROBB ALL OVER AGAIN!

“Are you going to hurt me?” YOU MURDERED A CHILD!

The petals like ashes 😭

My poor child who does not want to be touched 😭

GIVE THE CHILD SOME DIGNITY IN HIS FUNERAL!

GIRL YOU PUBLICLY ASKED FOR YOUR RECENTLY WOUNDED BROTHER TO BE SHARPLY QUESTIONED!

DAEMON YOU ARE A MONSTER!

Girl, you have shown no interest in your sister until it now suits you.

Rhaenys is catching on.

You are not even talking about how that CHILD is your nephew.

Whichever twin do you wonder if things would have been different had you stayed?

Good Rhaenyra seems to have caught on too.

Good. Don’t believe him Rhaenyra. He destroys so much of your good PR. People think he killed his first wife and murdered your first husband! People are going to assume bad things!

GIRL.

Good call him out. But why did you not notice all these things when PEOPLE POINTED THIS OUT TO YOU.

Do not like Rhaenyra, but get the HECK AWAY FROM HER DAEMON

OOOOOO still calling it his brother’s throne instead of Rhaenyra’s!!!!

Emma out here with their acting!

Rhaenyra. Rhaenyra mention your brother! Mention Baelon!

Ooooo Daemon calling out why part of Viserys named her heir.

Emma is so gorgeous. I am distracted.

“It was a mistake” this entire war is based on mistakes and misunderstandings apparently.

Yay! Baela talked!

Ooooo! Baela and Rhaenyra will actually have a conversation!

So Baela is going to watch King’s Landing?

Is it just me or does Baela’s dress sort of remind you guys of the ribbing of Sansa’s coronation dress? That ribbing embroidery thing? At first I thought it might be meant to mirror Rhaenyra’s dress, but it looks more like Sansa’s coronation dress.

Oh good. Helaena has ladies.

AEGON AND HELAENA! My babies are hurt!

Do you think this is the same nursery Criston watched the Green kids grow up in?

Rhaenyra sort of staring at her kids.

I wish we saw them interacting more with the babies.

My guilt ridden babies. They are Guinevere and Lancelot coded and it hurts.

But honestly, I wish this episode had been their first sex scene and the implied first time they have ever had sex. But you know. Game of Thrones. HBO. They have to make one woman be the sex-ed character. Who cares about writing?

all the guys getting up and leaving is SOOOOO funny. It’s giving “calling my significant other’s full name in front of his family”

Acting is giving this episode. I will give them that.

I like that while the Green twin does not like being question, you can tell he is not fully angry because he knows that everyone is angry about this.

Is Criston the one to send the Green twin to kill Rhaenyra in the book? I know the twins fight, but is this how it is initiated?

I wish we actually saw more of the twins before episode 9 so we could care a little more that the twins die. Both of them die don’t they?

Ooo Baela and Jace are going to talk?

“Too many empty seats” maybe because a child was murdered?

You hate your dad Baela? Would have loved some characterization last season.

You definitely have Dad issues Jace.

Wish we saw Laenor be a dad. Like actual parenting. Time skips really robbed us of growing to like characters.

You’re asking about Harwin?

Are you flirting while talking somewhat casually about Jace’s bastardry?

They really did find an actress that kind of looks like Phia for whatever this prostitute is going to be used for.

Also, if this is in King’s Landing, that prostitute might have been one of the women Daemon would have went after.

Good lord. No. Really. Aemond deserves more.

Ewan is also skinny. I can see that boy’s ribs!

“When prince’s lose their temper it is others that suffer” is a great line wasted on a character who seemingly preyed on a child.

Oh, Hugh has a kid? Is that canon to the books? OH! That was one of the women at the funeral crying over Jaehaerys.

“Did he say when?” Probably better to ask if he promised before HIS SON WAS MURDERED!

Addam! I wish he had white hair so I could use him as a faceclaim. But I get it. Who wants an ugly wig distracting from the beautiful face?

Interesting. Are Alyn and Addam going to serve as an older version of Jace and Luke?

Post sex Corlys and Rhaenys?

“Let us take him at his word.” Why? What has he done to inspire so much confidence when he already is the reason for the murder of a CHILD

Why is Mysaria granted the title of Lady?

“I had nothing to do with it” you are connected.

Does Rhaenyra not remember Mysaria? They met in episode 2 last season? I think she was even named in his letter as his “wife” and future mother of a bastard?

Oh good. Now she remembers.

Is that the actress’ actual accent?

“I have no interest…” Mysaria, again, why would she trust you?

Mysaria’s character is so confusing. I think it’s partially because she doesn’t have any sort of characterization.

Mysaria, are you not still a whore? You are just a madam now?

How did you get that scar?

Again, the spaces inbetween episodes are so important. And I don’t watch the after the episode stuff because if it’s not in the episode then I won’t use it to cloud my judgement of what is going on.

Is Alyn going to claim Seasmoke? So is Laenor just going to be dead? Or are they going to make it so dragons can claim more than one person? Or is Laenor alive and to keep up the facade is just going to pretend to be Alyn?

“What did they do?” At least inform the people why the boys are hung.

Poor dog lost his child murdering master.

“Oh~ I had them hanged.” I’m sorry that choice is 🤣

No, but why would you not state that the rat catchers are some how connected to the murder of a prince?

That gaze shift from Criston was a “don’t drag me into this” look

If people get annoyed with Criston calling Rhaenyra a bitch then they need to go after Daemon with the same amount of energy. He has said it WAY more.

“You never think of your father” HE BARELY KNEW HIS FATHER BECAUSE HIS FATHER DID NOT CARE TO KNOW HIM

Viserys is the reason the realm has gotten to this point Otto.

“He was right about you.” Viserys had no thought about his son at all to have an opinion.

Would have loved to see more of a relationship between Otto and his grandchildren so all of this could feel more weighted.

And Criston does not want this. 😬

“You will regret this” Otto you need to figure out how to talk to people. You are smarter than this.

Why would you trust someone Daemon trusted?

Oh? Mysaria is going to be sent away? Okay. The point then?

Oh, is she going to notice the Green twin? Is that her only purpose then? Girl? You are about to be free! Why do you care? (Jk. I know it’s for plot)

Again. I wish I knew these brothers and Mysaria more so I can feel the weight of their actions. Mysaria’s need for freedom being thrown away or make it obvious that she is trying to curry favor. Something.

And Emma’s color is blue.

The man also doesn’t know his way around Dragonstone. It’s a stupid plan.

Why is this scene building more tension than Blood and Cheese by flipping between the Green twin and Rhaenyra? Like???? This is how B&C should have been set up?

Also, if you knew someone had a twin on the other side, why would you not do something to distinguish them?

WHY IS THIS SCENE GETTING MORE TENSION?!?!?!?

Jk, again, I know why, it’s for the sake of making the Blacks ALWAYS looking better and deserving more sympathy.

Again, I would care more about these twins if I knew them

Once more. This tension would have been better served for B&C.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CANNOT STAY THERE OTTO?!?!?!?

DAERON MENTION!?!?!?!? He exists?

“The young are peacocks” does that not also describe Viserys too?

“I have sinned.” “I do not wish to hear of it.” The only actual father-daughter relationship that has any sort of solid development.

Loved the close up on Aegon’s short finger nails and Viserys’ ring.

AND ALICENT TALK TO YOUR SON. Ugh. But no. Let’s just have Alicent be used for the necessary sex scenes needed in a GoT/HBO show instead of having more character plot with her children.

I do think this would have been a better introduction to them having sex.

This was a meh episode.

Thoughts on the promo for Episode 3:

So Jace won’t be the one to suggest the dragonseed?

Also, where was Rhaena? I thought she was in the promo for episode 2?

#house of the dragon #boundless watches #boundless watches hotd

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Could you do 18. snowed in for Aki and her boyfriends? :)

This is several years too late, and also a completely different season! But as I was brainstorming this awhile back, I had a similar idea to have them train together. I eventually realized it made more sense in the summer! Apologies for changing the season, but I hope you like it all the same!

Beat The Heat

“Okay, I’m done. Just leave me here. I’m going to die.”

Niina leaned back onto a large tree next to the hiking path, gasping for air and grabbing his water bottle.

“It’s only been a half an hour,” Arashi responded flatly.

“Yeah, half an hour hiking in the summer! Who does that?”

“It’s a pretty popular activity.”

“Yeah! For old people maybe!” he continued to huff.

Why did he join Judo again? Oh right, because he was basically bullied into it. This whole athletic ‘if you’re not sore, it means that you’re not working hard enough’ mentality was not Niina’s style in the least. He would much rather be at home in the comfort of his air-conditioned bedroom, reading up on the latest fashion trends. Heck, even working at the combini was better than this.

“It’s good for endurance.”

“Dude, do I look like I’m built for endurance?” Niina said through gritted teeth.

“That’s the point. To build it.” Arashi responded, crossing his arms.

“Come on guys, don’t argue,” A redheaded girl with glasses walked up from behind them, a concerned frown on her face. Akiko-sempai. The one positive that was a part of this retched regimen.

“Save your oxygen. It’s only going to get warmer from here.”

Ugh, she was right, it was too hot to argue. “You know you don’t have to walk with us, sempai. You’re the manager after all.”

“But a good manager needs to know how the team is feeling!” she clenched her fist and furrowed her brows in a determined fashion, which honestly, made her look even cuter.

“That’s the spirit!” Arashi lifted his right hand in front of him, to which Akiko hit with her own high-five.

Niina couldn’t help but sigh. How these two managed their energy, he’ll never know, but he supposed it was endearing in a way. They always seemed to be on the same wavelength when it came to moments like this. Some folks would suspect that they rehearsed it beforehand, but he knew that that was just how these two were.

Still though… he wasn’t sure if their energy was contagious enough to motivate him. The young man tugged at the cap of his water bottle and took another incredibly long gulp.

“Arashi-kun, if you want to go ahead, we can catch up. I bet you can even lap us twice if you wanted.” Akiko finally said in a chipper voice.

“Hmm…” Arashi furrowed his brows, clearly not into the idea.

Clearly not one to give up either, the redhead went on the tip of her toes and ruffled his hair playfully.

Niina cracked open one of his blue eyes as he continued to drink. She always seemed a bit touchy-feely with him, a poke of his cheek here, a tug at his uniform sleeve there… he never seemed to mind, though. Maybe he was used to it because judo is so heavy in contact. But he also wondered if there was something more between them at times.

Sigh… it must be nice hanging out with Akiko-sempai like that. He always thought she was a real cutie, right when he first saw her shopping and tried to pick her up. If he was being truthful, maybe that was the real reason why he hadn’t quit the club yet.

“Fine.” Arashi finally relented with a sigh, his face slightly pink, but Niina suspected it wasn’t because of the heat. “But you two still have to make it up to the top. Watch your step.”

“Roger that,” the young kohai jokingly did a salute with two of his fingers.

The star athlete stretched out his legs before setting off to jog. It wasn’t before long before he disappeared up the dirt path, leaving his clubmates to themselves. If they weren’t forced to do the same trek, it would be impressive to watch Arashi.

“Okay two more minutes and then we gotta go too,” Akiko pressed a button on her timer.

“Jeeze, you’re really diligent aren’t you?” Niina let out a sigh, but a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “I can see why Arashi wanted you to be the club manager,”

The redhead took a triumphant pose, her face still beaming, despite some clear signs of exhaustion under her eyes. “Of course! I was a bit surprised at first, but Arashi’s enthusiasm is contagious. I want to support him the best that I can,”

As expected, he couldn’t help but think. This just supported his ‘sempais are dating’ theory. While he didn’t love the idea of this being possible, it certainly made sense. As he thought before, they both had similar energy, and there was no way that someone would work this hard to support someone else’s endeavours if they didn’t, at the very least, have a crush on them.

You know, for the same crazy reason that someone may give in to being bullied to join a club.

“Come on now, Niina-kun! Let’s get going!” Akiko finally said before making an about-face. “We don’t want to lag too far behind!”

So much for keeping it slow. “Okay, but you might want to be careful. You don’t want to-”

Before Niina could finish his sentence, Akiko sudden burst of energy did not keep up with what her body was telling her, which was to still take it slow. Just as she was about to start running, she didn’t take note of the two slippery rocks in front of her. Before he knew it, she managed to wedge her foot between the two of them and stumble face-first into the dirt ground.

“Aki-sempai!” he nimbly hopped over a few branches and knelt beside her. “Are you okay?”

“Oww…” she mumbled, slowly pushing herself to her knees. Her face was smudged with dirt but with a bit of bruising, but thankfully no blood. Her glasses, however, had seen better days. They were bent to the side, with a crack on the left lens.

“Oh no…”

“Careful not to reach, I think your foot is still stuck. Slowly back up, and we should be able to get it out,”

Niina then carefully placed his hands on her ankle and navigated it away from the stones. She could see her wincing but at least it wasn’t completely locked in there. Once they got her foot out, he quickly reached over the other way and grabbed her now broken glasses.

“Thanks…” she sniffled.

“Can you walk?” there was an alarmed tone in his voice, something that was unusual for the junior. While he knew the injuries weren’t terribly serious, it didn’t help that they were still on a mountain.

“I definitely can’t go up in this,” Akiko sighed, clearly frustrated. “Arashi is gonna be so disappointed,”

“I doubt it. He’d be more worried if you tried to push yourself on your ankle. Plus, it’s not like you can see much now,” looks like there were no other options.

He then scooched to the front and continued to kneel. “Hands over my shoulders and I’ll try to be careful lifting your legs,”

The redhead’s eyes widened, surprised at the offer. “Are you sure? I know climbing this hasn’t been the easiest,”

“Well, I’m not gonna leave you here alone that’s for sure. Besides, going down is easier than going up,” he was just grateful he was smart enough to wear some shoes with a grip.

There was some hesitation, but eventually, Akiko did as he asked and wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her legs a bit higher towards his hips. Niina then hooked her legs under his arms and slowly stood up.

“There we go. Not too bad at all! Now let’s getcha off this stupid mountain.”

Carrying her certainly made the heat even more unbearable, but thankfully, she wasn’t too difficult to carry. As long as he kept a slow pace, he could manage this.

“Judo is paying off. I didn’t think you could carry me,” Akiko said, leaning her head against his shoulder as he finally found a comfortable rhythm.

“Hmmm… I think I could have carried you anyway, but I guess the extra training has helped.”

“You might be leaner than Arashi-kun, but I could tell you have put on a bit of muscle,”

“Oh, have you been watching me sempai? Undressing me with your eyes?” he teased.

“You know what I mean,” she laughed. “You do look good though. Kind of mature in a way.”

Niina could feel his cheeks redden at the compliment. With her lips close to his ear and her chest pushed up against his back, it was hard not to think about how close Akiko was now. It reminded him of one of their earlier moments together. At the time, he just thought of her as a cute girl that he would ultimately never see again.

Ughhh, now he really hoped that Arashi and her weren’t dating. But now he could totally get how his judo-sempai felt after the hair ruffle. Akiko-sempai wasn’t just cute. She just always seemed to know what to say at the right time, and you knew that she meant it. That’s why he knew that as much as he complained and belly-ached about joining judo, he would never quit.

“Well, uh. You’re… not too bad yourself,” he coughed. It was one of the rare times that he was at a loss for words.

***

It took a bit more time than anticipated, but the two eventually made it back down to the entrance of the mountain trail.

“Finally!” they both said in unison before Niina eventually placed her on the seating of one of the nearby picnic tables.

“Thank you so much again,” Akiko said, squeezing his hand. “You’re my hero!”

Niina could feel a goofy smile appear on his face at the compliment. “Well, you know, like I said, I couldn’t just leave you there. A cute girl in the woods? No way! But you know, if you’re offering a reward, I could think of a few things…”

“Is that so?” a rougher, familiar voice said behind him. He slowly turned and sure enough, there was Arashi. How long had he been standing there? Also dangit, he must have been way faster than Niina realized if he already made it back down!

The brunette gulped. Oh man, he was going to get it now. He might as well say goodbye to the best of his high school years. It was nice while they lasted.

“Ahahaha, it’s a joke! Totally not what you think! Aki-sempai twisted her ankle and I had to carry her down and-”

He felt Arashi’s strong right hand on his shoulder. Here it comes. It was the end…

Or so he thought. Instead, of being flung into the air like a ragdoll, he just felt a firm grip of assurance. He cracked open one of his blue eyes and saw a proud toothy grin across his judo sempai’s face.

“Great idea! Not only did you bring Akiko-san back to safety, but you showed some impressive endurance training carrying her all the way down,” the older boy responded.

“I… guess it was,” he actually hadn’t thought if it that way, but that sounds exactly like the conclusion Arashi would draw in a situation like this.

“Makes me kind of jealous that I didn’t think of it first.” The light-haired boy continued wistfully, crossing his arm, clearly envious that he missed out on an impromptu training opportunity.

Akiko then lifted her hand, as though she was a student ready to share her answer.

“Oh! I have an idea! Arashi-sempai, what if you carry Niina-kun on your back? I bet that would give you even more weight endurance!”

“Wait-WHAT?”

“Nice idea! I still have the energy for it- Aki, are you okay waiting for one more round?”

“Sure! I could even time it!”

“W-w-wait! Shouldn’t we take you home and ice your ankle first?”

“Now that I’m sitting, I’m totally fine! It shouldn’t take that long if Arashi-san is doing it.”

“It’s settled then! Okay, Niina, are you ready? 3-2-1-”

“NOOO!”

#asks #tokimeki memorial #fanfiction #junpei niina #arashi fujiyama #3P Date #fluff #tokimeki memorial girls side

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