#YAYYYY FLUFFY

[mnemesir]

SHOCK THE HEART

TW Blood Below

I believe Jade would be the type to get the truth out of you no matter what, even if it means hurting others or himself.

Ever since he saw Yuu for the first time, he became intrigued by her, watching over her, observing her. He wanted to make sure that no one else would take a interest on you, only him.

[ozimagines]

I hope that your recovery is going well. I was wondering if you would do a SFW alphabet for Chico or/and Miguel. I'm like 80% sure that thats a thing. If not, my apologies and please ignore. Again I do hope that you are doing better. Thank you

That is totally a thing! It’s like the affection alphabet. Very romantic and not sexual. I’ll do both! This one will be Chico SFW Alphabet, the next will be Miguel.

SFW Alphabet with Chico Guerra…

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

His love language is gift giving. When he fucks up and wants to show affection, he’ll get his partner something. Sometimes it’ll be lavish, like a new diamond bracelet (that’s totally not stolen😬). Sometimes it’ll be personal. Like if you write, he’ll get you a nice fountain pen. If you dance, he’ll get you a music box. Think he would also try to make things but just get frustrated that it’s not turning out right. Despite what people think of him, he has feelings. He just doesn’t know how to express them without punching.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He doesn’t start friendships easy, but once he does, he’s a ride or die. You saw how protective he got over Jorge and Carlo and Carlos. Those were his hermanos. You have to do something for him. Something personal and unprompted. Something that anticipates his needs. It could be anything, but random kindness confuses him so you’ll have to live through the five stages of grief before he thanks you.😅 He’s sort of like a Hyena. Very loyal pack animal.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Ask him and he’ll say no. Catch him on a bad day, where nothing is going right, bad memories were brought up, and everything seems like it’s crashing down around him. He’ll get home, you’ll greet him and he’ll say nothing. Just plop down on a seat next to you, lean down, and put his head in your lap. Sometime, he’ll spoon you in the night without saying a word. Or he’ll wait till you fall asleep to whisper in your ear how his day went. Takes him a while to open up physically to cutsey things.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I think he could be domestic for his partner, but he never saw himself doing that so he’ll need to get in a rhythm. Doesn’t wash dishes very well. Not very tidy. He can cook huevos rancheros but that’s about it. His laundry day is when he can’t see the floor anymore.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Text message from 🤪Chico Guerra❤️

🤪Chico Guerra❤️: hey, this isn’t working. Sorry.

You: … yo what the actual-

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Ahhhhhhh… there’s that word again. Commitment. That’s never been his strong suit. Think he’d work best in an open relationship or a swingers relationship. But pure monogamy? I don’t know, folks. I think he wants to, but he’s just so driven by impulses that you’ll have to forgive him a few times if you want it to work.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Don’t think he’d be very gentle at first. Actually, probably not until you needed him to be. He comes home to you crying one night, and after a few rounds of “who did this to you?” And you explaining that it’s not like that and you’re just sad, he’ll kind of give out a defeated “oh” and just sit with you for a moment. He’ll put your head on his to cry, even if you both aren’t saying anything. He’ll turn on some goofy movie for you to watch, or a really serious classy movie that he drags to shit until you’re laughing again. You almost laughed till you peed during Amadeus.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He’ll say his fine and doesn’t need one but you can tell when he does. He’ll get that defeated look in his eyes. That sigh when he says he doesn’t want to talk anymore. You can’t ask him. He’ll say no or make a lewd joke to cover up his feelings. You just have to hug him anyway. When he feels your body around his, his head stops spinning and his heart rate goes down.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Says I love you for everything at first. Got my favorite taco? I love you. Saved me a space at the table? I love you. Then, you’re not there one day and he realizes he really does love you. He stops saying it altogether. You’re a little hurt and ask him why. He gets all blushy and aggressive, probably saying something stupid like it’s none of your business. You get a text from him later that night.

Text message from 🤪Chico Guerra❤️

🤪Chico Guerra❤️: fine. it’s not nothing. I love you okay?

😁Y/N🥰 loved this message.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Oof. Yeah, it really takes nothing for him to get possessive and jealous. You could be talking to a barista for a little too long and he’ll be butthurt all day. It depends on what season you’re dating him in. Season two, anyone looks at you too long and they’re eating pavement. Season six, he’d probably still get aggressive but would make an effort to try and talk about it. He’ll do that after he lashes out in some insane way though. His superpower is hindsight.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Wet kisses. Passionate. Lots and lots of tongue. Likes to miss the lips every once in a while and get the cheek. He likes his make out session sloppy. He will also mumble into your mouth during the kiss, like something in Spanish to himself.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Confused but caring. He’s never mean to kids, he just doesn’t quite know how to talk to them. He tries though, and his dry sarcasm almost always makes them laugh. He also lets them play on him. Like crawl over him, hide between his legs, and hold onto his arm and swing. Doesn’t bother him. He was a high energy kid himself.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Wakes up fairly late. Prefers working nights. He’ll get up, doom scroll for a while before coming downstairs. Prefers when his partner makes food, but he can cook eggs well enough. Like mango juice in the morning, not orange. When he does have orange, it’s pulp all the way, baby. Likes to read the paper in the morning. Mostly for the scores and fights. Sometimes he reads the obituaries just to see if there’s anyone he knows. On Saturdays he watches cartoons though; shhhhhhhhhhh!

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He comes him from work exhausted. I write him as a mechanic since he played one in Law and Order. He throws down his keys and waits for his partner to greets them. They have a little intimacy time, then they make dinner, Chico burning almost everything. He likes to watch TV before bed. Mostly TV movies. You settle into bed and he’ll wish you good dreams, then he’ll put his cold feet on yours for a laugh.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He waits a while and you just kind of figure out things about him. Like he’ll just be talking about something and drop information about himself he doesn’t even realize he said. You just have to collect the Easter eggs to really get to know him.

Text message from 😁Y/N🥰

😁Y/N🥰: Wanna hang?

🤪Chico Guerra❤️: I would but today’s the anniversary of my brother’s murder. Tomorrow?

😁Y/N🥰: ???

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

HA! Patience of a less than five year old taking that psychology marshmallow test. The one where they say if you don’t eat this marshmallow I’ll give you two. And they come back and the kid has it in its mouth. No patience for War Boy.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

So if you ask him a specific question he will not have an answer at all. Family member’s name. Favorite color. Shit like that. That said, he’ll do things that shows he knows you. Like if you don’t like the cherry on your ice cream, he’ll just wordlessly take it off your plate. Or order extra fries so he can give you some. Or getting you a pair of shoes that match your favorite pants. He knows you, he just doesn’t know it yet lol

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

One day, you both had a really bad argument. Like really bad. You’re still living together though, so you come home after work the next day. It had been a particularly rough day for both of you at work. So you decide, after a few sour looks and awkward silence, that it’s worth it not to be mad at each other right now. Neither one admits right or wrong, but you need to be with someone you love. Chico asks if you wanna go to some of his favorite spots. You grab too many beers and head out. He takes you to the batting cages at a park. It’s dubious whether or not you guys were breaking in or not. You guys hit a few balls together, but he really knocks them out of the park. He strips to his wife-beater so you can see his muscles as he does this, winking at you. You’re both tipsy at this point. You head to a nearby hotel you may or have not been trespassing on, and get in the hot tub. You just spend the whole night laughing and getting drunk on the beers and each other. It was a simple night, but he needed it. You just make everything better.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Oh he’s your German Shepard at this point. Like he’ll start something in the clubs because someone was looking at you weird. Anyone actually tries something with you, and they’re just over. Gone. Nothing. Dust. He’s does care if he goes back to prison for you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Not a lot at first. Just in it for the fucking. After that, he tries to put effort in, but it’s mostly flashing cash around the clubs all night, getting you can’t jewelry or fashion items, and giving you all the finest things. You really don’t care. Your best dates with him have been when he doesn’t cry, and he just takes you for a burger and makes you laugh and touches on you. You never feel more like his partner until those moments.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Never puts away his clothes or does the dishes. Just generally disorganized. He also tends to drink from the bottle in the fridge instead of getting himself a glass. He leaves the toilet seat up often so if you have to use it fast you almost fall in every time. It never fails to make Chico laugh. 🤣

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Very concerned. Wasn’t considered the cute one as a kid. He grew up into a devilishly handsome man, and he used that to his advantage often. The one thing he is self conscious about is his eyes. When Alvarez brings it up, he sees red. You actually love his eyes -if you’re anything like me- and compliment them often. He’s got beautiful brown eyes. 👀

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes. Without a doubt. He doesn’t have very much or very many people who care whether or not he lives or dies. When he finds someone, even if he can’t admit otherwise or even acknowledge it, they become his whole world. Just everything. And he’ll protect them as such.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Total. I mean TOTAL anime nerd. He loves Attack on Titan and the Promised Neverland. He enjoys watching them with a cheap bowl of ramen. Chico doesn’t like expensive ramens; he likes the cheap ones his family could afford when he was younger. The 33¢ ones. He’ll add leftover pork, some greens, carrots and all that to jazz it up, but it never amounts to more than five bucks.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Absolutely no ketchup on eggs. Like none. Big yuck for this guy. When you make huevos rancheros for the kids and they don’t want hot sauce, you use ketchup and he almost divorces you.😅 Another yuck for him is partners that are shitty to kids. You don’t have to be a savant but if you’re mean, you can fuck off and die in his books.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Soft snorer. He’s also like an octopus in his sleep. Will pull his partner close unconsciously, tangling his legs amongst theirs, arms wrapped around them entirely. Will make a joke that he was just getting rid of his erection, but you know it’s because with you, he feels safe. ❤️

[dreamsy990]

🌹

Roxas had mentioned this to Olette once, and her response was 'That's a sign of mental illness', to which Roxas did not ask 'What's a mental illness', because he assumed he was supposed to know and it would be weird to say he didn't.

[sil-te-plait-tue-moi]

alright so. Basically, (its the same anon i jst cant be arsed to anonymousasise this) agent Whiskey and reader, and its fuckin. Fake married that evolves into real feelings ?? Like !!

or mando/ din djarin. hear me out, right. so, reader and din are in love, yada yada, but but but, one day, reader has an idea for kissing him !! they get a blindfold and promise not to peak and so they kiss and fluff.

omg literally blushing and kicking my feet rn

I'm literally gonna start drafting some dialogue right fucking now for din because oh my fucking days i'm actually in love with him AHHHH that idea is so fuckin CUTEE

thank you for the suggestion my love <3

[rockstarslutt]

What about some fluffy-smut where duff is your long time best friend and in a drunken state confesses his feelings for you at the club because he was jealous someone was flirting with you and it ends with some smut

Yayyyy a Duff request!!! This idea is so cute!!! Thanks nonnie🩷

Warnings: kinda possessive sex, unprotected p in v, mention of alcohol.

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I started wandering through the bar trying to find the toiled, but I felt a tap on my shoulder. I thought it was duff, but no. It was a stranger. It was a handsome man shout my age.

“Hey there, beautiful. Care to tell me your name?” He asked with a charming smile.

“Ahh… my name is y/n. You?” I asked him back.

“I’m jack. Nice to meet you” he took my hand in his and kissed it gently. I blushed a little.

“Can I offer you a drink?” He asked me with the same charming smile and voice.

I had to drive me and duff back home. I couldn’t drink. It was too dangerous. “No… unfortunately I have to drive back home”

Jack nodded and we walked to the nearest table. We sat down and started talking and flirting. Little did I know duff was watching too. He was hella drunk and the alcohol didn’t really help his nerves. At some point Jack wrote his phone number on a tissue, kissed my cheek and asked to be excused to leave urgently. I was kinda sad he left. He was a good company. Then I heard heavy footsteps come towards me. I looked up and it was Duff. With a drunk scowl on his face.

“Fuck’re you talkin’ to that fag, eh?” He asked me and sat down.

“We were just talking.” I said in a dry tone.

“Just talking? You know how that makes me feel? I feel like garbage y/n. We’re not just friends and you know it. You know damn well how much I love and want you and all you fuckin do is walk around acting like I’m not even here and shit!” He responded leaving me speechless. He liked me? What?

“I uhh… I didn’t know, duff…” I stuttered.

“Well you do now” he responded in a much softer tone.

Before I could think of anything he pulled my an and dragged me somewhere. I saw the bathroom sign. The one I couldn’t find. He pulled me in a stall and locked the door behind.

“Duff?! What are you do-..” I said but he cut me off, kissing me deeply m. His love and affection poured into it. I could taste the alcohol on his tongue.

“You’re mine. I love you. And I can’t wait anymore.” He spat out, panting.

Minutes later he was balls deep inside of my cunt, slamming his hips to my ass, his length massaging my insides. He was so big. He held with one hand my hips and with one he had his middle and ring finger inside my mouth to suck them to prevent my moans to fill the bathroom. He moved faster indicating he was close. I was close too. I clenched my walls to his cock, milking him clean.

“Ahhh… duff I’m close… faster” I said. He obeyed and moved faster. Then, his hot, white cum shot inside of me, making me instantly cum. My orgasm hit me like a train and my vision went white prim the pleasure.

Then he had to carry me back home because I couldn’t walk anymore.

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Sorry if this is short. I RLLY HOPE I DID WELL

[albertdabuttler]

Zombie | K.H.

MASTERLIST

fandom: 80s

pairings: Kirk Hammett x F!Reader

WARNINGS: This story starts with a plot. Friends to lovers, LOOOTS of fluff, kissing, kind of having someone throw themself on the reader (???) more fluff, smut, fluffy smut, fingering, p in v, (safe sex dw 🤣) overstimulation, some form of comedy…

summary: An initially boring Halloween night takes an intriguing turn when a game of spin the bottle has you hoping your kissing skills are good enough for your best friend.

WC: 6.6k

gif not mine!!

A/N: Hi losers, finally posted yayyyy! I wrote and posted this on wattpad and think you guys deserve to see it too! And guess what??? I have another story coming right after this 😍 Also I kinda add detail to what you wear like those corny wattpad writers… I’m sorry…but I swear its all inclusive!!

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10:47PM, October 31st, 1979.

Here you sat on the kitchen counter of one of your classmates homes, loud booming music all around you, drunk teenagers making out with each other everywhere and some game going on in the living room.

You were dressed as a ghost, pale makeup across your face, black shadow around your eyes and white clothing, ripped and stained to make it look old.

"That guy over there's been looking at you all night," said Jocelyn, another one of your classmates and your best girlfriend since seventh grade. She was dressed as the Bride of Frankenstein.

"Don't look now, but he's totally checking you out!" She said, standing in front of you while trying to subtly look at the guy over your shoulder.

"What's he look like?" You questioned, hoping it was a certain long, wavy-haired brunet you had eyes for since second grade.

"Blond hair, brown eyes and he's jacked. He's dressed like a surfer." She smirked. Hearing her words, you whipped your head around to see the boy she described smile widely at you, sending a small wave your way. He was dressed like a stereotypical surfer, medium shaggy hair, sky blue swim trunks, a white muscle shirt and pink sunglasses.

You politely smiled, waved back and turned back around, "Not my type... You know I like brunets."

Jocelyn groaned in disappointment and annoyance, "Okay well the one you're thinking about doesn't look at you like most of the guys here."

"That's because most of the guys here can't keep it in their pants." You rolled your eyes, hopping off the counter and making your way to the living room. You spotted Tom dressed like a basketball player on the couch with his arm around a girl. She was dressed like a devil, laughing at the game they were playing. Sitting a couple feet away from him, you asked, "What game are we playing?"

"Spin the bottle," the boy replied, the alcohol making his words slur with a smile. You internally praised yourself for going to the bathroom when they were making all the girls play a drinking game.

"Hey!!" you heard someone call out for you, turning to the group whose eyes were all on you. Feeling an intense wave of embarrassment, you spotted the beer bottle on the coffee table turned towards you.

"Fuck."

Looking up to see who spun it, you lowly groaned when it was the surfer boy. He was a pretty attractive guy, above average looking, nice bod, so things could be way worse. You really didn't want to kiss the guy. Your gut told you he was a creep. But of course you knew there was absolutely no way in hell you could get out of this without drinking, so you stood up, walking towards him with an awkward smile on your face.

Standing in front of him for a couple seconds, you leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, quickly turning around to sit again.

Everyone in the room booed at you before the tall blond grabbed your wrist and kissed you with a little too much tongue. You cringed and pulled back, but he didn't let go. He tried to kiss you again so you shoved his face away with excessive force.

The room was quiet. The upbeat music in the background making it that much more awkward.

"That was gross," you chuckled, scoffing and turning back to your seat.

"Don't eat the garlic bread before the game, guys." You said, earning a few laughs.

I mean, the guy was being far too desperate for a silly game of kissing random people. You had the right, especially if the kiss was bad.

It was when you sat down that you noticed him. He was dressed in a zombie outfit, makeup of fake scars on him. Finally you found him after almost the entire night of looking for him, or rather waiting for him to pass by near you, but it's the same difference.

Kirk stood by the doorway in the corner of the room, a smile with a look that mocked you.

You subtly stuck your tongue out at him, earning the finger in return.

It was Jocelyn's turn next, she kissed a random guy, and the turns kept going until it was your turn to spin.

You really, really hoped it landed on Kirk.

So you spun it hard and fast, the bottle sitting there spinning for longer than usual until it finally slowed down, landing on the other side of the room.

It was him. It landed on Kirk.

He stared at the bottle, scratching the back of his neck with a cringe on his face.

Now what? Surely you didn't think it through, how would you kiss him? Would it ruin your almost lifelong friendship? Would he see you differently and finally acknowledge his feelings for you? Or would he dislike it and judge you based off the way you kiss?

You didn't realize the moments that had passed until Kirk was standing right in front of you.

"We don't have to do this if you don't wanna." He whispered as he looked down at you, awkwardly pursing his lips.

"Nah, gotta play the game," You took his hands and almost jumped up with excitement despite your nerves.

Kirk cleared his throat, turning to the guy you kissed earlier and in a mocking tone, "Watch and learn, motherfucker." He said, giggling at the guy.

He turned his head back to you, trying to hold in a laugh. But he hesitated, finally realizing the spot he was in. A light pink dusted his cheeks. He ignored it and moved one of his hands to cup your cheek, the other to the back of your head.

The moment felt like it was going in slow motion as he leaned in, gazing into your eyes and then looking straight at your lips until his lightly pressed up against them.

Wow.

Kirk was a great kisser. It made you wonder how much experience he had.

He was quite smooth with it, slowly moving his lips against yours. He pulled away for a short breath and your reaction, until he turned his head the other way, leaning back in to kiss you again at another angle. Just to see if it was any different. People began to cheer.

Moving your hands up around his neck, you surely didn't expect anything like this, if anything you expected a short, boring kiss.

Your heart was racing, you felt your face become hot as you nervously played with the hair on the nape of his neck. He pulled back, his eyes widening in horror.

He quickly let go of you and moved back to his place, leaving you standing there as the game continued on.

You looked at him confused. It was just a kiss right? Part of a game. You didn't have to act like it had to be special. But why'd he kiss you like that, then act like it was gross?

Standing up, you made your way to the kitchen, "I'm gonna get a drink." You stated in slight disappointment, swerving past Kirk and earning 'Oo's' from the crowd.

Now Kirk felt guilty for pulling away so fast.

Kirk always liked you. Just not in the way he thought he did. Yes, he'd occasionally feel the room get hot when you checked him out, thinking he wouldn't notice. Or get nervous when you looked too pretty... But that meant nothing. It would be the same if you were a stranger.

However, he really liked that kiss. The sweet taste of punch with a hint of alcohol. How soft your lips were. How your hands felt as they lightly tugged his hair. He wondered what other situations you'd pull his hair in... Maybe when he made love to you... Physically showing you, and verbally affirming how much he really did love you. How close your body was to his. That was the closest proximity you two had ever been in. He really enjoyed it.

Wait.

Fuck, does that mean he likes you now?

He couldn't stop thinking about it. About how the kiss made him feel. About how you were literally perfect for him. You knew everything about him, and he knew everything about you. He loved everything about you, there wasn't a single thing he could think of that he didn't like about you. God it was all so cheesy and gross. How could he let himself think like he was in a high school Rom-Com movie.

All these thoughts overwhelmed him with excitement, making him smile widely and get up to look for you. Just then remembering you were probably upset or something by the way you left so abruptly.

You sat on the kitchen island counter again, facing away from the living room, watching as a few couples kissed and giggled around the room and you sighed in annoyance.

"Hey."

The familiar voice made you freeze. You knew he was standing behind you, waiting for you to acknowledge him but you pretended like you didn't hear him over the music.

Your eyes followed him as he passed in front of you, leaning on the counter across from the one you sat atop, crossing his arms.

He cleared his throat.

"Hi," you said with a plastic smile, your voice cracking.

He smiled back genuinely, "Sorry if that was... Weird. We had to, otherwise we'd have to drink."

"Yeah... It's fine. Just a kiss," you laughed awkwardly, staring at the boy in front of you, hoping that he might actually like you. Just because of the way he kissed you.

He looked great in his costume. Fake bite marks on his neck and arms, his hair was messy. He had a white tee with faux blood stains and rips in it, revealing some skin and the light definition of his muscles. Over that, he had a leather jacket, the sleeves rolled up, with black ripped jeans and a fob too.

"I thought you came for a drink," he said, grinning with his stupidly cute crooked teeth and that annoying little dimple, licking his dumb red and plump lips. "Right," you chuckled, hopping off at the same time he stepped forward, nearly bumping into him.

You wanted to be as far from him as possible.

"Hey," he called out your name.

"Yeah?" you replied, turning back around to look at him.

"The drinks are over here," he chuckled, pointing his thumb behind him where there were a couple of large coolers on the ground.

"Right," you mentally face palmed. He handed you a bottle of beer and you reached for the top to avoid coming in contact with his hand.

It still had the cap on but you couldn't take it off and chuckled in embarrassment. Why was it so awkward now?

"Here," he took the bottle from your hand and popped the cap off on the edge of the counter, handing it to you.

When you reached to grab it again, he pulled back.

You paused, moving to try and grab it again but he held it away from you.

"Kirk."

"Yes?" He smiled cheekily.

"Give me my beer."

"Well it's not yours until you've taken a sip from it, am I right?"

You sighed, "Just give me the bottle, Kirk," going to reach for it again but he held it behind his back.

"Kirk!" You chuckled.

Now he reached his goal. Finally a smile.

Trying to attain for it for the third time, he moved it away once again, holding it above his head this time.

"Come on," he chuckled, "If you want it you just have to take it." He stated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Gripping his shoulder, you got on your toes trying to reach for it. He watched your hand as it was a couple inches from the bottle, "Ugh, you almost have it!" He mocked, turning his head down to look at you.

Locking eyes with him for a second, his breath hitched as his eyes flickered to your lips once more. An intense wave of desire for another taste, he slowly leaned in.

You did notice this but decided to be oblivious and ignore it. Kirk was a ticklish guy, so you poked the side from which arm he was holding up, causing him to immediately flinch and bring his arm down. You quickly snatched the bottle from his hand, "HA! Loser."

"Hey, that's cheating!" He said, laughing nervously, hoping you didn't notice his attempt.

"Losers, weepers." You said, turning around to grab a piece of candy from a bowl.

Taking a long sip of your beer, Kirk spoke up before the silence became awkward.

"So about that guy you kissed earlier,"

You almost choked on your drink but kept it up to your lips to avoid having to say anything.

"Was my kiss better than his?" he raised his brow playfully.

This time you did choke, coughing for air as you set the bottle down. Kirk hurried to you and softly patted your back.

"You okay? Sorry..." What a stupid question, he thought.

Grabbing the bottle again, you took another sip to stop the itching in your throat.

"Are you good?" He cautiously let go as you cleared your throat.

"Uh-m yeah..." Speaking was uncomfortable, so you cleared your throat once again.

"Sorry. Uh, what were you saying?" You knew exactly what he was saying but hoped and hoped he forgot about it.

A sadistic smile grew on his face.

"My kiss was better than the other guy's, right?" He sat atop the counter.

You stared at him in disbelief.

"What do you think, Kirk?" You asked him genuinely.

He threw his hands up in defense, "Hey, you're my best friend so you've gotta be on my side."

You rolled your eyes, thanking the lord for his lighthearted personality.

"Yes. Your kiss was better. He used too much tongue." You cringed.

"Good..." He chuckled, clearing his throat. His palms were getting sweaty.

"...Did..." He hesitated.

"Did...you like it...?" He kept his gaze on you for any kind of response or reaction.

You tried to look away from him, but his eyes kept you in a trance.

"Uhm... Yeah. You're not a bad kisser, y'know." You smiled, playfully hitting his shoulder. An attempt to lighten the mood.

He smiled back. "Alright, good." He laughed lightly, "I know that if you liked it then it really was good."

"What makes you say that?" You questioned, a little confused.

"You're brutally honest with me."

You paused. Maybe you weren't as honest as you should be. You've been lying to him since the second grade. Or rather keeping something from him. Which is still dishonesty.

But you couldn't tell him now. I mean, you got over him a ton of times, so you could do it again. And you've liked other guys more than you liked him... But you still always had a little thing for him in the back of your mind when you had those other crushes, you hated how smitten you were.

"Yeah, I am aren't I?" You smirked. "That's why I'm better than all of your friends." You joked.

He only smiled at you.

"I love you."

You turned around just in case your blush was noticeable.

"Good."

Turning back around, "I love you too," you lifted your bottle up to him, "but remember you're still a loser."

He playfully rolled his eyes, "Yeah whatever."

Walking towards the living room, it had seemed that the game was still going on.

"Wanna get outta here?" He asked, walking up next to you, motioning his head towards the general area in which the front door was located.

"Sure. It's kinda boring here anyways."

Kirk chuckled, looking at Tom and mouthing to him that he was gonna leave.

"I'll go warm up the car," he informed.

"Alright," you responded, walking up to Jocelyn to let her know you were leaving with Kirk, since she was your ride there.

“Let me know if he makes a move," she whispered, winking at you.

"Oh shut up," you scoffed.

"What? He looked real into it when it was your turn. One would think he was in love with you!"

"Stop it, Jocelyn!" You giggled, getting up to leave.

"Use protection!" She yelled rather loudly.

You gagged in response and turned around, lifting your hand next to your head and flipping her off.

The walk to the car was difficult. At first you had to swerve through a crowded foyer in order to leave the house, and the walk to the car was cold. It was windy, but thankfully Kirk had driven up to the front of the house from where he was parked. Which was kind of far.

As you reached for the handle, you heard a click and pulled, only to find it was locked.

You groaned loudly, "Kirk, it's cold as shit out here! Stop it with your stupid games."

He rolled down the window a crack, "Only if you say the magic word."

"Please."

"No, the magic word." He smirked.

"God, you're such an asshole sometimes." You sighed.

He made a buzzer sound, "Wrong."

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you dragged your hand across your face, knowing he wouldn't budge until you played along. "Abracadabra."

The door clicked and you wasted no time in opening the door to sit down.

"Fuck you."

"Thanks." He said, shifting into gear and driving off.

"Wanna get ice cream?" He asked.

"Uh... Yeah but I'm pretty tired. Could you just drop me off at home?" You replied.

"Mhm."

The ride home was a little quiet, so you decided to turn on the radio. Damage Case by Motörhead began playing at full volume, causing the both of you to jump as you quickly reached for the volume to lower it.

Turning the knob for a different radio station, you found one with a softer tone of music.

How Long by Ace was playing. The romantic vibrations it gave off caused you to quickly switch the radio station, but Kirk grabbed your hand.

"Go back, I like that song"

"You do?" You questioned, scoffing as if he was a weirdo for liking it, even if you did too.

"Yeah." He chuckled, his eyes still on the road.

So you went back, and the song played.

A short moment passed and Kirk spoke, "You know you're my best friend, right?" He said.

"Uhh, yeah...? Where's this coming from?"

There was a light ahead going from yellow to red.

As he came to a complete stop, he turned to you, "I know this is real corny, but I would do anything for you. Anything. Just say the word. Okay?"

"Okay...." You dragged out, letting out an awkward laugh. "Thanks Kirk."

"Anytime." He clicked his teeth and winked, pointing a finger gun your way.

The light turned green as you chuckled.

Finally you turned the familiar corner onto your block. It wasn't long until Kirk pulled over to the curb in front of your home, "Thanks Kirk, see ya," you said as you opened the door.

"Hey, wait," he called, "Could I maybe spend the night? My dad said it's best I don't go home tonight..." He pursed his lips.

"Oh yeah, sure. My parents aren't in town until Sunday, so... We can watch as many scary movies as we want without getting yelled at to go to sleep," you chuckled.

"Wicked," he pumped his fist, turning off the ignition and hopping out of the car.

"Whaddya wanna watch?" He asked as he followed you to the front door.

"You already know." You turned to him, smirking as you unlocked the door and walked inside.

"Right." He giggled, "Classic."

It wasn't long until the both of you were in your room, Kirk sitting on the bed while you put in the VHS for Creature from the Black Lagoon.

"I'm gonna go change real quick," said Kirk as he stood up, grabbing clothes he'd left there before and walking out your room towards the bathroom.

You also quickly got changed into sweats before he returned. Suddenly hearing your door open, you saw Kirk standing there shirtless, holding his shirt up in one hand.

"Have you been wearing this?" He asked, hiding a smile.

"...No." You replied, trying so hard to keep your eyes on his, but you couldn't help when they moved down to his bare torso. He had already taken off all his makeup

"Okay just making sure you're not the one who absolutely drenched this in vanilla perfume."

You cringed. "Sorry. I mean it's your fault for leaving it here." You held your hands up.

He scoffed and went back to finish changing.

He threw the clothes from his costume in one corner of your room, hopping back on the bed as you left for the bathroom too, to wash your makeup off and brush your teeth.

"Alright, you ready?" You questioned, shutting the door to your room and turning off the light, leaving a little lamp on your desk in the corner of your room.

You sat with your back on the headboard, Kirk laying down, his head in the pillows.

When it began playing, you felt Kirk lay his head in your lap and you instinctively began raking your fingers through his hair. He brought up one of his hands to rest on your shin. At this point, you couldn't help but just look at him, his side profile from above, how perfect he was. Like fuck. Why the fuck is he so perfect?

There wasn't a moment of the day in which you didn't think about him. It made you sad sometimes, that he never acknowledged or noticed it. But then again, you weren't really making it obvious either.

But what made all that disappointment go away was that kiss. You were so annoyed that you kept thinking about it.

You thought about what Jocelyn said. About how he looked "so into it" or whatever. It was hard to forget the feeling of his soft plush lips on yours. Goddamn. And the way he held your face, with such gentleness. How he went back in for another like the first one just wasn't enough.

Here you began thinking about kissing him again. Right here, right now. And if it would get intense, what it could lead to... How good he was in that department.

Trying to pay attention to the movie, you clenched your jaw hard, trying not to let yourself think about those things.

No, not with him right there. When he was gone yes, but not now.

Those thoughts didn't give up. The image of him on top of you just popped into your mind. It wasn't your fault. Your mind trailed off thinking about his hand on your leg, if he got up and moved it up to your thighs... How his calloused fingers would feel touching you in all the right places... It felt like only five minutes had passed but the movie was suddenly over.

"Did you enjoy the 87th time of watching that movie?" He asked out of the blue, lifting himself so that his face was at your level.

"Yes, I did." You replied after a moment.

He got off the bed and walked to the little shelf you had with all your VHS tapes. He bought one for you not too long ago, of a movie that had come out earlier this year called 'Alien.'

You had watched it with him in theaters a few months ago and immediately fell in love with it. That Ripley chick was such a badass.

He put that one on, the package still hadn't been opened so this would be your fourth time watching it. You already watched it three times at the movies.

It began playing and he walked back to sit on the bed again, only this time he sat against the headboard, to your left. Of course you had to lay your head on his shoulder otherwise it would feel weird.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, laying his chin on the top of your head, sighing in exhaustion.

Woah, your hair smelled really nice, he noticed.

Now it was Kirk's turn to think about you. That kiss. He had been thinking about it all night since it had happened. It pissed him off that he never thought of you that way and suddenly out of the blue its like all he wanted to do was you. And god, why did he have to go in for another? He thought maybe that gave it all away. Oh but the way you held his hair, god that felt so good. He wanted you to pull his hair and tell him how good he made you feel.

Well shit, Kirk might actually be in love with you too. Hell yeah he's loved you his whole life, but never like this. It's like that kiss opened his eyes or something.

He lifted his head to look at you, just to admire you. You felt this movement and looked back up at him.

Shit, should he say something?

"Is everything okay?" You asked.

He couldn't respond, he opened his mouth to reply but nothing came out. God that was embarrassing... All he thought about was kissing you again. He's never been so obsessed over something so little but here he was.

He wondered if you wanted to kiss him as badly as he wanted to kiss you right now.

"Kirk?" You pulled back a little, "Are you okay?" You asked with sincere concern.

"I wanna kiss you again right now." He didn't hesitate.

You just sat there flabbergasted.

Never in a million years would you have thought to hear those words from Kirk.

"...What?" You felt like you heard him wrong.

"Are you messing wi-"

That's when he cut you off and pressed his lips against yours again.

Pulling back, he watched for your reaction.

All you could do was stare between his eyes and lips.

"That was nice." You finally said.

He just smiled and went back in. This time he held the back of your head and pushed your face against his in order to kiss you harder, your hands lifting to rest on his chest. His head turned, syncing the movement of his lips with yours as his free hand slid down to your thigh, dragging it up and down. He slowly slipped his tongue past your lips, teasing yours as you pushed yours against his.

As your tongues danced, the hand on your thigh moved closer to your core, but it felt wrong to touch you before you said he could. So he moved it to your jaw.

The two of you were finally running out of breath so you finally pulled away.

Neither of you said anything, the only noises in the room were that of the movie and both your heavy breaths.

Kirk had finally caught his breath, "I like you. I like like you. And now I really wanna...Touch you..."

You smiled, "Took you about ten years."

"Ten years...?! What?" he looked at you surprised.

"Kirk," you laughed, "I've liked you this whole time, and you notice now?"

He stared at you in disbelief, his face slowly turning a shade of red.

Just the thought of you constantly having him on your mind turned him on. He looked at your lips again, "Sorry," he said before kissing you again. "My whole life has been a lie..." He joked, smiling, pushing his lips against yours once more, then moving to press kisses on your cheeks. He pecked a trail of small kisses all along your jawline, causing you to giggle, until he licked a stripe along your neck.

His hand moved from your face down to your torso, your heart skipping for a second as he began to kiss all over your neck, searching for that one spot until he reached one and you tensed up a little. That's where he decided to suck and bite at, leaving a quite obvious and visible bruise.

He subtly lifted the hem of your shirt, moving his hand under and finally coming in contact with your bare skin, continuing to peck at your neck.

His hand lightly squeezed your waist as he let out a heavy sigh, leaving lingering kisses on your jaw, moving back to kiss your lips once more.

"Can I?" He whispered, his fingers barely sliding under the waistband of your sweats.

"Yeah." You answered, watching his hand as it moved lower. It was then that you noticed a bulge in his pants, it made your face get hot but you didn't say anything about it.

He purposely made his movements slow, his fingers never quite giving you any relief. He liked to tease. But of course, like all horny teenage boys, he was beginning to get desperate. His fingers found your bundle of nerves and he began to rub small circles over the cloth of your panties.

You let out a heavy sigh, "Is that good enough?" He asked, moving his head up to look at you, making sure he was doing a good job.

"Yeah... Feels good, but... More please.." You breathed heavily in between words.

His hand moved up and his fingers reached under the band of your panties, two of his fingers slowly moving up and down your lips, "You're so wet..." He whispered in excitement, a small smile on his face as if he was surprised.

Finally he pushed his middle finger inside you, slowly pumping in and out until he added another. He began moving a bit faster, curling up into just the right spot, making you to let out a small groan.

"Oh, fuck." You said, your eyes shut in pleasure.

His palm began rubbing against your clit, making your legs slightly come together.

"Does that feel good?" He breathed, watching your face just to make sure once again.

"Yes, fuck yeah... Keep going," you moaned quietly.

The movements in his hand quickened, his eyes still on your face as it contorted into visible pleasure, causing him to softly smile to himself.

You leaned up to kiss him and he sighed into it, his fingers scissoring inside you as he kept pumping them in and out. He pulled away and looked down at his hand only to see it disappearing into your pants.

"I'm gonna stop for a bit, okay?" He said, slowly pulling his fingers out.

"What happened?" You asked nervously as you watched him move off the bed.

He began pulling his shirt over his head, and your legs instinctively parted, "What are you gonna do?" You questioned.

"Do you have condoms...?"

You blushed and quickly got up, "Let me go check," you said as you walked out the door, your knees already a little weak.

Kirk noticed this and laughed.

"Shut up," you said as you walked towards your parents room.

It was a little odd thinking that your parents might have this kind of thing and you would actually die if you found what you were looking for on a different occasion, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

You checked your dad's drawers and surprisingly found nothing, so you moved to your moms side and the first thing you saw was exactly what you needed. You grabbed one of the condoms and immediately ran back to your room, closing the door and locking it even if no one would come home.

When you turned around you were met with Kirk sitting on the edge of your bed, propped on his elbows with his head thrown back, waiting for you.

Now there was a very obvious tent in his pants.

"Does this work?" You sat behind him on the bed, holding up the condom as he turned to look at you.

"Yeah..." He leaned in to kiss you again, slowly pushing you to lay back. He lifted himself and helped you take your shirt off, leaving you in your bra and pants.

His pupils dilated, "You're so beautiful," he said as he looked down at your body, leaning up to kiss you for the umpteenth time.

He tugged at the waistband of your pants and pulled them down, you lifted your hips and he was able to pull them all the way off. He then got up and pulled his own off, along with his boxers.

Kirk had a big dick when he was hard. And it was slightly intimidating too.

He leaned back down, keeping one hand free and the other next to your head.

"Will this hurt?" You asked.

He looked at you confused,

"Are you a virgin?"

"No, your dick is just bigger than the others," you replied.

His face got beet red, "Shut the fuck up," he laughed, leaning closer to you and pulling your panties down, inserting his fingers into you once again, making you gasp.

He didn't keep them in for long before pulling them out and bringing his hand down, using your wetness to begin stroking himself. His eyes closed as he sighed.

He opened his eyes again, "Can you open the..." he huffed, "the condom," he asked, watching your hand as you grabbed the small package and ripped it open with your teeth.

"Can you help me put it on?" He looked at you helplessly. He was playing a game and he was good at it.

You moved your hand down and he let go of himself, grabbing onto your wrist as you rolled it on.

It's been so long since you wanted to do this, to have him in your grasp, so you spit on your hand and began slowly jerking him off. He let out a low groan before wrapping his hand around yours and squeezing a little tighter.

Looks like he likes it rough, you thought.

"Oh my fuck, " He whined, shutting his eyes tight and throwing his head back, then leaning down to bury his face into your neck.

Not long passed before he pulled your hand away and huffed, "You ready?" he asked, holding himself closer to you, "Yeah," you answered. Kirk brushed his tip against your entrance, sliding it up and down and smiling at your reactions. He then pushed himself in an inch at a time.

Your jaw fell open along with his, the two of you looking one another in the eyes, your eyes fluttering shut as his own rolled back.

Once he was all the way in, he stopped, moving down to press his lips onto yours.

"You feel so warm..." He breathed.

"Please," you whined, hoping he would understand it was for him to move.

Kirk slowly began pulling out before he pushed back in, slowly picking up his pace until he was thrusting steadily. He bit his lip, trying to suppress a groan you figured. One of his hands brushed down your side, stopping at your thigh to pull it around his waist and give himself more space.

His thrusts got harder before he hit your g-spot. Letting out a low moan, you moved your hands up Kirk's chest and around his shoulders to rest on the back of his neck.

"Kirk," you whimpered and he released a heavy breath as he began to repeatedly hit your sweet spot again.

"Right there," you whispered closing your eyes and grabbing a handful of his hair.

"You're so soft," he sighed. He was slipping in and out fairly easily.

You pulled his hair with one hand, digging your nails into his shoulder blade with the other, causing Kirk to stifle a moan.

Kirk tried going faster, harder, in order to give you the release you needed. He finally let out a high pitched whine, "Fuck," he said with a heavy breath, the sweat already starting to form on both your bodies, his hair sticking to his forehead.

"You—" you cut yourself off with a gasp, "you feel so good," you groaned, tugging harder on his hair.

"Yeah?" He whispered, his exact wish from earlier tonight was actually coming true.

Opening your eyes, you were met with his, gazing at you.

"Hi," you breathed, smiling softly at him.

Kirk slowed down, "Hey," he grinned, leaning down to kiss you once more, his movements coming to a halt.

His lips lingered on yours for a while before he finally pulled back again.

Moving his hand between your bodies, he began rubbing little circles on your clit again before resuming his thrusts. The feeling of his hand along with the movements in his hips caused you to clench around him, squeezing your thighs around his waist.

Kirk weakened at the feeling, his head dropping to your shoulder as his thrusts became sloppy.

"I'm getting close," he whispered next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"Me too," you admitted, running your hands through his hair.

You could feel his burning hot, bare skin sliding against yours. Suddenly your breaths got quicker, your heart rate increased and the coil in your stomach tightened.

"Kirk—" you paused,

"I'm gonna cum," Kirk moaned before you could finish your sentence.

His hips stuttered and he tensed up, finally letting go and relaxing on top of you.

Your back arched as you felt him fill the condom in you, "Kirk please go just a little more," you begged.

He lifted his head to look at you with worry, like he felt he wouldn't be able to do much for you.

Yet he still tried to move, the sensitivity taking over all his senses making a moan escape his throat. His body was quivering along with his movements, "I'm almost there," you said before he released a sigh, continuing his movements. His hand grabbed one of yours, interlocking your fingers and holding it next to your head, squeezing tightly,

"Come on, baby," He groaned, closing his eyes like he was getting dizzy.

Finally you came, your back arching as you clenched around him once again.

Kirk slowed down and finally stopped, "Thank you..." you sighed softly. "Sorry if it was too much."

"That's okay," he smiled up at you, blowing a stray hair from his face, "I told you I'd do anything for you, just say the word. Remember?" he chuckled.

He pulled out slowly before taking off the condom and disposing of it.

Lying next to you, he put his arms around your waist and kissed your cheek, causing you to giggle.

"I love you." He lifted himself to look down at you.

"I love you too, Hammett." you smirked jokingly.

He laughed and plopped back down next to you.

"I can't believe we just had actual sex." He said while staring at the ceiling.

"It sounds odd when you say it like that..." you said as you turned to him, looking at his beautiful profile again.

"Like... I just put my penis inside of you—" You smacked his arm, cutting him off.

"Kirk! Shut up!" You laughed.

He turned to look at you, "I want to be your boyfriend."

You blushed, "...And I wanna be your girlfriend..."

He smiled, a light pink showing on his cheeks.

"But seriously, you tell me that now instead of before you," you held up quotation marks, "put your penis inside of me?"

Kirk let out a loud laugh, holding his hands over his face, "Shut the fuck up."

He sighed, "I love you. Again. Sorry, I don't know how many times I'm gonna say that," he chuckled, looking away a little embarrassed.

"Kirk," you grabbed his face and kissed him, "I love you. You're my best friend. I always have and I always will love you, okay?"

He looked at your lips, "Good," he joked, going back in to kiss you.

Suddenly you heard a scream, the both of you sat up, noticing the alien on the screen of your tv.

"I forgot that was on."

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thank you for reading 😙😙

[itsmattchou]

zb1’s maknae line rejecting you but later regretting it 🪩

how to be in love with me !

pairing: zb1 maknae line x gn!reader warnings: swearing, this isn't really fluffy. ricky is TOXIC 🆘, jealousy, ricky is a player lol, love triangle shit, yujin is just like me (worse version), english isn't my first language!!! genre: my ridiculous attempt at angst? synopsis: zb1 rejecting you but later regretting it notes: i DO NOT KNOW what i just wrote here. gunwooks is the only one with happy ending bc it's teas ( @teaxeee ) 18th birthday today yayyyy!!!! EVERYBODY SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY. to anon: thank you for your request!!! this was my first request and i really loved it, even though it was kinda hard to write!! i hope you don't mind that the endings aren't happy at all <33

SHEN QUANRUI ricky stared at you from across the hall, laughing and joking around with your new friendgroup. he scoffed in annoyance; he was jealous and his ego was bruised. he gritted his teeth as he watched another boy putting his arm around your shoulder and telling you something that was apparently funny, considering the way you started giggling as soon as his words hit your ear.

ricky only rejected you because he enjoyed the attention he received from others too much- girls and boys were sticking around him at all times, not even trying to hide their romantic interest in him. officially dating someone would've meant that he couldn't tolerate blunt flirting anymore, and he did not want that.

after turning your confession down you started to pull away from him, surrounding yourself with different people, not paying attention to him and not even sparing him a single glance whenever your paths crossed. it helped him realize that he'd rather have you than any of his admirers… but considering the attitude he showed you when rejecting you, you surely wouldn't give him a second chance. it pissed him off.

KIM GYUVIN it was pretty much a dilemma in his case. he didn't think he would ever find himself in some lame kdrama-fit situation like that, but there he was. ricky, y/n and gyuvin- best friends since day one and attached by the hip. but the second romantic feelings got involved everything got messed up- and the friendgroup that once was, wasn't anymore.

gyuvin only rejected you because he knew that ricky was in love with you. while gyuvin too harbored feelings for you, he couldn't bring himself to break his other best friends heart like that. "feelings like that destroy our friendship," is what he said to you, in hopes that you'd understand and maybe just suppress your feelings in order to protect your platonic relationship.

feelings like that did destroy the friendship. after gyuvin rejected you, you reached out to ricky for comfort- and after that it was simply not the same anymore. gyuvin really regretted it. he did not know what he should've done differently in order to save your friendship, but he wish he did whatever it was instead. he not only missed you as his crush, he even more missed you, and ricky too, as his best friends.

PARK GUNWOOK gunwook didn't know much about love. all his life he mostly focused on school and platonic relationships, not really caring about romance. he worked hard to make his always busy parents proud and not cause them trouble and stress; that's why he was constantly at the top of his class, the class president with the perfect record.

you changed that as you transferred schools to his. you showed him that grades weren't everything in life and made him want to discover what exactly romance is; even though it kind of freaked him out. the act of showing your true and vulnerable self to others, that is. that's why he first rejected you when you came forward and told him about your feelings for him, he asked you to please give him time and space to think and collect his thoughts.

you understood and gave him the space he needed. but once gunwook was given the space he thought he needed, he realized how much more he needed you. he only took 2 days to think before he went ahead and confessed to you this time. do you accept?

HAN YUJIN you used to be best friends, known for constantly goofing around with each other. feelings changed, everything changed. yujin had to move away. it wasn't planned for a long time, it was a rushed decision his parents made one tuesday evening, the moving already happening next week. yujin did not know how to tell you about it and he always backed out last second when he was about to; driving you crazy in the process, making you think he was trynna confess to you but ultimately being too shy, which wouldn't be off-brand for him.

so you took matters into your own hands and finally confessing to him, one day before he was supposed to move away. that poor boy was already overwhelmed enough with trying to come up with a way to tell you the truth, he did not need that extra load! thousands of thoughts were rushing through his mind, not a single one sticking for more than a few seconds. and before he could properly process it, the word "no" just slipped past his lips, lingering in between you, causing a deafening silence.

everything went so fast. before he knew it, yujin was on his way to his new home, leaving you and conversations he should have had but didn't, behind. it's not like he didn't feel same way. he liked you, a lot. but it was for the better. he was overwhelmed and panicked. that's what he tells himself at least, to calm his nerves down. he left without saying anything to you and he knows a heart to heart talk is long overdue; but he also knows that he fucked up, real bad.

[trulygnomed]

Victory Royale

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pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

a.n. woohoo first fic posted yayyyy comment to be on a dt list if i ever keep doing this

summary: you and ellie play fortnite together. maybe more? fluffy :)

tw: bad writing syndrome. short. also kind of wrote this as a joke to get used to posting on here

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It was a rainy day in jackson, and Ellie invited you over to her house (well, garage) to hang out and play video games. You two had met when she first came to jackson at 14, and have been best friends ever since. and you were fine with that. But honestly, you wanted more.

“Hey mama” she opened her door with a smile. She took your hand to pull you inside “Hi Els”you gave her a smile and followed her, being sure to take off your shoes and jacket to not wet her whole room.

“What did you want to do first?” she asked you, tossing herself onto her bed. She was wearing her Savage Starlight pajama bottoms and a white wife pleaser, which showed all of the beautiful details of her body, like her tattoo that took up most of her forearm. Shit, were you staring?

“Um…” you paused “you pick.” you said, joining her on her bed. It was a twin, so you guys were both pretty cramped, but you were okay with it. She smiled as she had an idea, “wanna hop on Fortnite?”

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You sucked at Fortnite. You groaned and fell backwards onto the bed, covering your eyes with your hand as you handed Ellie back her controller with the other. She simply laughed at you while shaking her head, “You just need practice.”

“How much practice do I need? I got 100th place that last time. How is that even possible?” you complain.

“Getting 100th place is equally as impressive as getting a Victory Royale” she smiled, flopping backwards next to you, until you wore both staring into each other’s eyes, mere centimeters apart.

“I’m glad we’re friends, Els.”

“Where is this coming from?”

“Nowhere. I’m just, glad that I got to know you.”

“Me too.”

It was silent for a moment, before she placed her lips on yours, and you kissed back. On the screen, a user was doing the default dance emote while celebrating the win that they stole from you, but you two didn’t care. You had each other, and that’s all you needed.

[deadly-espresso]

(Charon)

i drew the spoder yayyyy

This design for the spider was mostly based on his depiction in the Honey I'm Home MV, but I ended up merging some elements from later depictions of him as well. I decided to give him a body that's covered in white paint like my design of Ankou and also bring back the fluffy hair because I think the white flesh + poofy hair makes him look more creepy and cute at the same time and also I think Charon's later hair designs were such a nerf like where's the floof 💔

[obsesssedblerd]

Your Halloween Smau was soo cute!

Also love the canon divergence for Nanami 😌🫡

Please more fluff/comfort for Halloween, if you come to write some.

-💜

didn't realize you guys would like the fluffy halloween content! 🥹💓 gonna have to put a few drabbles out. ALSO YAYYYY NEW ANON 🥹🥹🥹

[sammyluvr]

heyyy marí!! are you okay? ;)

sooo, i know your requests are closed, but k had to come here and say how much i need you to someday write a fic with transfem!sam (or fem!sam, whichever you prefer) <333

since yesterday, i can't get something out of my mind like, reader is a local police detective, and then the tall and beautiful, perfect FBI agent appears in front of them, and they can't take their eyes off her or keep their composure, and every time Sam gives one of those nice smiles they're like, almost combusting and turning as red as a tomato ;(((((

hi darling sage!!! i'm good, how about you! <33

ahhh yAYYYY it makes me glad people want me to write more of her!!! i do have a transfem!sam fic for kinktober ofc but i really wanna do fluffy fics with her so so bad!!!

wAHH THAT IDEA IS SO CUTEEE ARGHI LOVE ITTTT she would feel sooo secretly giddy about making someone seem flustered heh <33 i'm crying this is so cute <33 you can definitely send it in again once requests are open!! (or i'll just write it anyways because i love her so much LOL)

[justhere4thevibez]

If Not For This Love of Mine. I love what you’ve done with Eddie hiding his bad reputation. I know I’m expecting huge angst, but I love the storyline.

Yayyyy!!!!! I also adore this one! It's been such fun to write! (I promise, it's gonna stay pretty fluffy! This is one of my sillier fics, so nothing too serious or angsty is gonna happen). I admit i haven't done too much for the next chapter yet, but here's a rough bit of them on a date for a sneak peek (can you guess what they're up to?):

Eddie leaned down and helped Chrissy buckle her armor properly, cinching her into the leather costume that fit like a glove. Not for the first time, he marveled over her craftsmanship. This outfit was a true work of art. “There,” he said, patting the offending buckle tenderly. “All good?” “Much better,” she said, offering him a dazzling smile. “Thank you, good sir. Would you mind escorting me to the faire?” “By all means.” He leaned into a low bow, flipping his cape a little to really ham it up. “My honorable warrior-princess deserves an entourage worthy of her esteem.” Obligingly, Chrissy hooked her hand through his arm and they walked into the grounds together.

[the-kevcorn3r]

AHAHQGQGUSGAUQHWVQIQHAHQQQA@!!!!!

YAYYYY!!!! FLUFFY BABYYY!!!! :DDD

[tubbytarchia]

ive been seeing your art all over tumblr for so long and ive loved every single one of them, and for some reason I never put it together that YOU DREW ALL OF THOSE??? I'm so obsessed with your art style- tango design honorable mention. HE IS SO FLUFFY AND I LOVE HOW YOU DRAW HIM!!! Your art is just so scrumptious and it makes me so happy :D

AHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH KIND ANON!! I feel so well loved... so happy you like my art!! I was gonna draw an honorary Tango but I already need to draw him for other requests so it shall be done soon anyway. BUT IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE HIM YAYYYY I still get self conscious about making lifers into such creatures but hey thats why I love it here in this fandom, you guys are so supportive and it fills me with joy to be able to draw the ways I want no shame attached haha

[catboymoments]

Totally unrelated but I was having a terrible day today but then I got pet a really fluffy samoyed dog and now I feel better. I was healed by the cloud.

AWWWW YAYYYY I LOVE BIG DOGS

[that-one-cat-meow]

YAYYYY

WE MAKE IT :D

:3

This was fun

Owners of this characters:

@vickymcsworld

@cutebendy

@wallydarling18

@jikothemartian-z

@artismeyou-45

@lill-cute-fluffy-devil