#and it would be cool to have a conversation and out they yknow

[aroaessidhe]

2023 reads / storygraph

A Crown So Cursed

conclusion to the Nightmare-verse trilogy, a YA urban portal fantasy

follows a Black girl trained to fight nightmare-monsters in Wonderland, to protect the people of both worlds

but the nightmares start coming for her in the real world - at a convention, and even her own home, and the crew have to prepare to fight a greater evil tied to Wonderland’s past

[miesozernacma]

the way sharing a home with no real corridors, with not a single room Just For You, where you can sit in all day without SOMEONE coming in, will litterally drive you to insanity

[th3houseofleaves]

thinking abt dove baek and how they've done a variety of illegal things to survive and they justify all of it bc it was for their survival right and as an adult they're avoiding breaking the law as much as possible bc they have to be a good influence for sparrow bc they don't want him to pick up any of their bad behaviors right but at the same time they're super nonchalant and open abt some of the stuff they did (there's some things that are going to stay buried forever thank you very much) so sparrow absolutely picks up on that energy and the first (and only) time dove has to come pick their son up after he's caught stealing they're incredibly upset – at him but mostly themself – and they fear for their LIFE bc it's totally going to be blamed on them and while karina isn't gonna hold it against them forever she won't be happy abt it and her parents will be even more upset.

meanwhile sparrow thinks he's done some cool shit and doesn't understand why everyone's not being chill about it

[feelo-fick]

I. I. IM. I. HELLO?????????? HELLO. EXCUSE ME. HOLY SHIT. WHAT THE FUCK. (<- POSITIVE)

oh yeah addendum to my tags in that poll, it makes more sense if i put it this way : he'd run that shit like the navy at FIRST, and be super wound up about keeping everything in check, but as his sanity starts slipping his plans do as well. you know when a deadline gets closer and closer and you start frantically using whatever the first thing you think of is, and then in hindsight youre like "why did i make that decision??" thats what i feel like it is. like... panic/anxiety clouds the mind and makes you do stupid things. same thing with overconfidence. euphoria. lust. desperation. et cetera. decisions made in a short time limit/relying on instinct and feeling are often not the best

[mmisosoupp]

Things I think the haikyuu boys would do before dating you

(Karasuno ver.)

Hinata

•Most definitely confides in you.

•does anything that he can do to attempt to impress you. Weather being trying extra hard in his classes, trying a super cool new attack, or even just talking about things that he did that he deems a cool.

•is pretty touchy, not in a weird way. But he tends to somehow get his hands on you one way or another.

•He gets so hyped up seeing you at any sort of volleyball game, and he tries extra hard to do something cool and / or win.

Kageyama

•I personally believe he pays a lot of attention to things that aren't volleyball and that transfers to you. You tell him about a show you liked once three weeks ago? Yeah, he remembers and asks you about it when a new episode comes out.

•He tries his best to compliment you. He's not very good at it though, but I promise he tries.

•usally isn't a good listener, but for you he is, it's like a switch clicks on when you talk that has him zeroed into your rants and rambles

Yamaguchi

•He LIVES to complement you. There isn't a day where he isn't saying you look amazing or that he likes the way you did your hair that day.

•he's not very fond of touching. Like he would normally be very uncomfortable If someone tried to hug him. But every time you hug him, he melts into your touch, like he could be there all day.

•He will NEVER, and I mean never let you feel left out. He knows what it feels like to be left out and he wouldn't ever wish that on you.

•(metaphorically) dies when you get too close to him. His freckled face turns a bright shade of read.

Tsukishima

•somehow gets snarkier with you. But not in a bullying sense, he doesn't tease you more than anyone else. If you can tease him back, OH he has a field day.

•not only does he get snarkier, but he's also nicer to you. Especially if it's around other people who annoy him (hinata and kageyama)

It's kinda scary how nice he becomes.

•takes geuine interest in the things you talk about, especially if you do the same for him.

Tanaka

•you get the kiyoko treatment I fear. So if you don't like that, sucks to be you.

•another one who tries his hardest to impress you. He tries his best fo score extra points during a game or just look cool.

•is incredibly bashful. Dude, in private, he's internally panicking because he doesn't want to embarrass himself in front of you.

Nishinoya

•literally says I love you to you. "I love you, yknow that?" Good morning and goodnight texts "Goodnight, I love you" "Good morning, love youuu"

•gets you things that reminds him of you, a pair of socks with your favorite animal. Bought. A bracelet with your favorite colors on it. Also bought.

Sugawara

•flirts I don't care. you both have definitely made out "as friends"

•uses nicknames on you like "darling" or "my love" again just as friends, right? (No he's deeply in love with you)

•takes so many pictures with you. Like he has an album just of selfie with him titled: K + (your initial), he would die if you saw that folder name

Daichi

•pays extra attention to you, another one who buys things that remind him of you. He's gotten you a key chain of your favorite character that you cherish now.

•is protective of you but not OVERprotective. But he's always making sure you don't get hurt. (Not that he wouldn't mind taking care of you) He's a natural care taker due to being the oldest of his siblings.

•is always subconsciously bringing you up in conversations with the other third years. Poor guy doesn't even realize it.

Asahi

•is always showing you his sketches of outfits he's drawn, somehow they're always very close to your style (I wonder why that is..)

•He reassures you anytime you feel down. He never wants you to feel upset. I mean if he knows what it feels like to not be happy with himself why would he want you to feel the same?

•cuddlebug even before the relationship, you two are latched to each other's hip. Always touching each other.

•let's you play with his hair a the time. Usally he wouldn't let people touch his hair but he can make an exception.

[munv]

𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗦𝗟𝗔𝗕𝗬𝗨𝗟 𝗫 !LYNETTE READER

its been a long time since Ive last written for twst..lets hope I start to get my groove back soon

heh..back to my wild crossovers era! Didnt think the day would come but here we are. BACK ON SCHEDULE BABY LETS GOOO

RIDDLE

when you first were assigned to his dorm, he couldnt help but notice you were the most rather..reserved, amongst all the first years. Not much to say, and not much to add when spoken to. You were curt, and straight to the point. Which made it a little hard to understand your character.

It had gotten to the point that prior overblot, he just assumed you were way too dismissive. You followed the rules, but at the same time it almost seemed like you never gave a rats ass.

He did however, notice a shift after his overblot. You became closer, often offering your companionship and such to help him get things done. Using your anemo vision which he won't comment on (he realized he wont get responses about it whenever he asks) to help him out every once in a while.

He has come to realize over time that you are quite the caring individual, especially when the two of you had to speed down the hallway just to barely avoid him. (you took the fall for riddle and ended up getting squeezed, he will remember your sacrifice)

Despite your cool persona, he can see in the little gestures is where you show vulnerability and care. Grounding him with subtle movements, or even his name when he loses his peace.

Riddle really appreciates you, even during his darkest hours

TREY

Trey was able to pick up on your true nature almost immediately after watching you for a while (not in the creepy way, the glances and small interactions are what count)

It may seem hard for others considering you dont show many other expressions other than curiosity openly, but Trey watches the way your ears twitch here and there at a certain remark, or even the way your fur stands on edge too. He finds it endearing to say the least. Of course he wouldnt say that out loud unless he wants to be minced meat.

Your glares are serious, he realizes

You often act as his little helper, similar to Riddle but a little more open with him. You have so much on your mind, yet so little to say, he also realizes. He really likes your sarcastic tone too. It could be a life or death situation and you would say the most craziest thing with the most deadpan face he cant help but sweatdrop and hide the smile fighting to take over his face.

Sometimes you help with baking, and your special dish? He really likes having you as his test taster. He remembers the oyster sauce prank he pulled on you. To say he hasnt seen your face twist like that in a long while is an understatement.

He realizes that you are often withdrawn from most conversations and kept to yourself at events. Trey liked to make sure everyone has fun and isnt even overlooked, so dont be surprised when he finds himself at your side with a teasing smile and slight encouragement to interact with your peers.

CATER

Cater is in some way, similar to you. With the reserved side of his personality and secrets that he carries, not many people would pick up on it. Outside of that, hes the flashy magicam guy that has "social butterfly" as his middle name. Compared to him, your just a quiet, cool and a cucumber type of person who would much rather keep to yourself.

When he finds himself overwhelmed, he finds himself in your dorm room and lays on your couch like a victorian woman who just found out the duke she was supposed to marry indeed, has a mistress like the rumors stated. Hand covering his forehead and a distraught expression as you sit across from his with a clipboard and pen in hand.

"[name]! its too hard being famous sometimes yknow..?!"

"Your alter ego, please"

"..You hate me" he sighs "but anyways, you know what the dorm head asked me to do earlier? Sevens, as much as I hate to admit it, that was so annoying-"

He respects the fact that you dont overexaggerate the tiny details and get straight to the point. No theatrics to make yourself seem interesting, just honest truth.

You guys have the type of dynamic where you somehow end up rubbing his shoulders while he vents all his troubles to you. You'd be lucky enough if Riddle doesnt catch you both

ACE

Loser #1

Lets be real, ace is a real jackass. At first? he thought you were just some boring stuck up for Riddle because you didnt want to get collared like the rest of them, and if theres anything that he hates? Its stuck ups.

Due to his natural little shit act that he has tatted on his soul since birth, he's going to try his best to rile you up any second. He won't lie, he likes the sass thing you have going on. Sometimes the banter gets to petty to the point you start tripping him over your tail, and he sneaks up on you while you're doing something important.

Ace started to really warm up to you when Riddle collared him and you spoke up for him, trying your best to convince Riddle that it wasnt necessary to keep him collared for this long.

He still messes with you though. So don't think for a second because hes gone a little less hard on you that your scot-free. He feeds off the fact that you don't entertain his foolishness and thrives

It literally fuels him like his next high, and you cannot be stressed enough.

He doesn't mind you being standoff in a way however, its the fact that he knows you care in your own little ways, thats what really matters to Ace.

He's a softie, and always has your back. Just refuses to acknowledge it, especially when you point it out? Its like an outrage and he just bursts into red.

DEUCE

Dork #2

At first, no lie, Deuce was scared of you. Not in he sense that he was scared of what you were capable of, but in the sense that he was scared of your silence.

It was like it had its own presence, a calm before the storm type of thing but you woulds never know when the storm was coming. He's like "[name] are you..okay?" and then you would just blink at him and he would start sweating and becoming even more nervous by the second.

There will be moments when he gets hot-headed and allows his delinquent nature to take over, so hes grateful when your there to ground him. Your like a parental figure to him, so color him surprised when he found out you were a first year just like him.

He gets really happy whenever you praise him too, which is rare, but you've come to realize that deuce is too much of a sweetheart and you give credit when its due anyways. No harm done

Sometimes he tries to be as level headed as you and ends up fumbling over his words, you cover for him when that happens and he couldnt be more grateful.

[enwoso]

could you do a Niamhy blurb? Reader didn’t get a good nights rest and basically becomes a koala, just snuggling into Niamh at any point they can? Something cute yknow :)

cling to you | niamh charles

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“hey love, you okay?” niamh asked knowing it was you that was wrapped around the back of her just by the smell of your perfume as she spoke with lauren.

resting your head on her shoulder as you exhaled, humming tiredly against her as you felt her hold your hands in hers as she carried on her conversation with lauren about the upcoming away match with the lionesses in a days time.

but you weren’t really paying attention to what was being said at all, more just wanting to be near to niamh.

you hadn’t had the best night sleep last night, you had put it down to the hot weather during the night making your room at st george’s park sticky and uncomfortable as there was no source of cool air.

so you spent the entire night tossing and turning, kicking the covers off you cause you were too hot but then grabbing from them moments later when you were too cold again.

but really you knew in the back of your mind it was because you hadn’t had niamh close to you. you finding it so much easier to fall asleep when she was around, being able to fall asleep on her as you listened to her heart beat as her hands played with your hair.

and after a long and intense training session on top of hardly no sleep by the time lunch rolled around you were definitely feeling tired.

“babe, love? y/n?” niamh called out as she tapped on your hands you being totally zoned out, not even noticing she was talking to you or the fact that she was no longer talking to lauren.

“hm?” you hummed finally hearing her, as she spun you around so that you were now stood in front of her, a worried look on your girlfriends face.

“are you sure your okay?” she asked again, you yawning before you got a chance to speak, nodding “m’ just tired”

“i thought you said you had a good night sleep?” niamh frowned as she wrapped her arm around your waist guiding you towards the room at st george’s park which was where the player could just sit and chill without it having to be in their rooms.

you shook your head, “no was too hot and i didn’t have my niamhy cuddles” you said tiredly, pouting as you sat down on one of the couches. your head immediately resting on your girlfriends chest.

“oh baby, why don’t you have a nap now and i’ll wake you just before our meeting later on?” niamh suggested as you slowly nodded your head unable to have the energy to do anything else.

your arms wrapping around your girlfriend like a koala as she played with your hair just like she always would, as your eyes began to feel heavier as they slowly fluttered closed and your breathing evened out.

“sleep well, pretty girl!” niamh whispered softly kissing the top of your head.

[matchpointfaist]

connor murphy x new girl! reader??

this is such a cutie concept <333

(aged them up btw this is freshman year of college connor) ((also sorry this is short i've been having the Worst writing slump of all time??))

high school had been rough for connor. he'd been the freak, the loser, the loner, the outcast. when he got accepted into university, he'd been determined to get a fresh start, to make a new name for himself. he longed to be the sort of person that people really wanted to know.

so he picked up all the activities he could, volunteered to give tours to prospective students and transfers, spent all his time doing admin work in the admission office and occupied his free hours by cramming his social calendar full. he hadn't quite managed to make many friends, not yet, but he'd completely rebuilt himself, and that felt like enough to start with.

he couldn't figure out why he still felt so distant, so different, than everyone else he met. they all seemed so put together, or too into the party scene, or just as antisocial as he had once been. that was, until he met you. you'd been hand delivered to him by an admissions counselor, a welcome packet in hand, shy smile on your lips and a paper nametag stuck to your sweatshirt. it was your first day; you'd just transferred in from a school a few states over for a reason he was yet to learn.

he thought you were so gorgeous, he almost forgot that he was supposed to be outgoing, welcoming. he'd stumbled right back into old habits, all shy remarks and avoiding eye contact. but he forced himself back out of his shell, clearing his throat and welcoming you, making conversation like it was second nature.

"so how are you liking it so far?" he asked as he led you around the campus, pointing out all the important buildings, smiling to himself as you circled them on the brochure carefully. "oh, i'm from down south, actually. i just moved here a couple weeks ago and got settled," "yeah? that's cool," he nodded, listening intently, ever eager to learn more about you, "d'you like it so far?" you shrugged but smiled anyway, "i like it, it's just a bit different, yknow? but it's nice,"

as you walked, you learned all sorts of new things about each other; connor's major (cybersecurity), your hometown, his favorite classes, your favorite bands. eventually you'd run out of buildings to see, and hesitant as he was, he knew he had to let you go. "so i'll see you around then, yeah?" he smiled, hoping it would be sooner rather than later.

"yeah, i hope so," you nodded, smiling up at him, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, "thank you for showing me around, by the way. it was great to meet you, connor," you waved with two fingers and turned on your heel, and he knew then that he couldn't just 'see you around'.

"hey! uhm, if this isn't totally weird, could i get your number maybe? we could have dinner once you get comfortable," it came out all in a hurry, but he didn't even have time to be embarrassed before you were grinning over at him, passing him a small piece of paper with ten digits scrawled across it. "i wrote it earlier, i was hoping you'd ask," his smile widened at that, and he carefully tucked the note into his pocket, letting his fingers linger on the paper, "i'll call you, then,"

"i'm looking forward to it," you smiled, and maybe it was the sunset, but he could've sworn your cheeks were tinged pink, "night, con,"

[schlatt-love-bot]

Shy Schlatt x Reader Headcanon

First time meeting edition!

To everyone else, Schlatt appears to be a large grumpy man, intimidating those around him

He didn’t necessarily help this narrative when he openly picked on his friends around other people, and generally had a brooding attitude when he was in public

This all seemed to melt away the moment he laid eyes on you, though 

Smaller in statue, you would’ve fit perfectly in his side, tucked away under his arm, which kicked in his primal urge to become your protector

He noticed you during a Chuckle Week shoot, vaguely remembering how Ted mentioned that a college friend of his would be helping set up shots and other things during filming this week

He barely listened as Ted explained who you were, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, watching as you untangled some cords from Ted’s backpack

Apparently Ted called you over, as Schlatt barely noticed you talking as you introduced yourself, sticking out your hand to shake, looking up at him confused as to why you weren’t shaking his hand 

“I..I take it you’re not a hand-shaking greeter?” 

“O-Oh, uh…sorry toots, it’s not that I’m not a hand-shaker, I was just…lost in some, uh, thoughts. The name’s Schlatt, nice t’ meet ya.” 

You giggled at the encounter and walked away, while Ted let out an exasperated sigh 

“This is going to be a loooong filming week if you keep up that act, Schlatt.” 

Schlatt grumbled and playfully smacked Ted, telling him to shut up among…other choice words 

…ultimately, though, Ted was right. This was indeed the longest week of recording Schlatt had ever done, and it was all due to the pretty little dame behind the camera

Schlatt noticed when you would tune out of the conversation being had between him, Ted, and their guest, which is when Schlatt would become increasingly grumpier, even borderline aggressive at times

If you were listening, though? That man tried his hardest to act cool, but ultimately stumbled over his words and showed a bit too much of his softness

“Schlatt…buddy, my eyes are over here…” Connor, this episode’s guest, began to tease, causing heat to rise in Schlatt’s cheeks as he sent eye daggers in Connor’s direction

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Maybe if you were actually talking about anything interesting, I’d be a better listener! Ever think of that?”

He heard your stifled giggle coming from behind the camera and in turn beamed with pride 

At the end of the week, Schlatt grew grumpier and grumpier, knowing he would have to leave behind this pretty little thing to go back to New York, and Ted could sense it

“Yknow, if you want to leave with a good taste of LA on your tongue…(Y/N)’s totally into you, too. How? I’m not sure. I don’t know why anything with two legs and a pulse would want to go out with you, but she mentioned in passing the other day how ridiculously sexy she thought you were. Go for it, man!” 

Annoyed by Ted’s implications, his ears still perked at the thought of you finding him attractive, so back into the studio he went

He caught you while you were packing away some of the set props, trying to balance yourself on the seats to collect as many Sriracha and A1 bottles you could manage before you began to lose your balance 

“Woah...you gotta be more careful there, toots. Don’t want you to go hurting yourself, now. Can I…can I help you?” 

The way he held you in his arms made your heart stop, and your lack of response made him think you thought he was being a creep by holding you for so long

He quickly placed you back down onto the ground, clearing his throat, before pulling at the hem of his shirt looking for the words he wanted to say 

“So…I…uh, my flight outta here doesn’t leave until tomorrow night so…I was thinkin’...maybe you would wanna, I dunno, grab a bite to eat tonight?” 

He refused to make eye contact with you, one hand snaking around his neck, making you giggle

“Sir…are you asking me on a date?”

“You said it, not me…” 

“Well…” 

“Okay fine, it’s a date. Will you?” 

“Absolutely.”

"Cool, awesome. Here's my number, I'll...uh...pick you up at 5?"

"Sounds perfect, Schlatt."

He didn't want to show just how excited he was about it, (but he totally did) but he was absolutely geeked that he got a chance at a date

You might've caught him giving himself a little pat on the back as he exited the studio, not thinking you were paying any mind to him

ooooohhh!! i just love the idea of a softie schlatt!! i feel he's not portrayed as a softie or as shy very often, so i figured why not try my hand at it!! hopefully you all enjoyed!!

[kpoptrashshipsposts]

GOT7 Reactions II How They'd React When Jealous

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JAEBEOM: Scenario - You're laughing a little too much at another guys joke.

He'd pretend to be unbothered, but his jaw would clench slightly as he casually spoke to whoever had his attention at the time, keeping his eye on you and casually crossing his arms. Later, he'd come over and drape an arm around your shoulder or wrap it around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Having fun?" he'd whisper coolly, his grip tightening slightly on you as if to silently signalise to you he was annoyed.

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MARK: Scenario: Someone keeps texting you, and you’re laughing while replying.

He'd go really silent beside you, but every now and again you'd notice him glancing over at your phone biting his lip a little anxiously. He wouldn't be up front and ask you directly, but later he'd reach his limit and steal your phone off of you playfully and tease. "Nah, who's got you smiling like that?!"

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JINYOUNG: Scenario: You keep mentioning how cool someone else is.

He'd raise an eyebrow and give a fake dead-panned laugh. "Oh yeah, he really is so cool." He'd try to act unbothered but be unable to stop his sarcastic remarks. Later, he'd pull you aside to whisper into your ear, "You act a little too interested in him." He'd pull back and give you a warning look before pulling you in for a kiss.

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JACKSON: Scenario: A random guy puts his arm around your shoulder while talking to you.

"Hell, no. No. Nope!" Jackson would physically insert himself almost immediately, wrapping an arm around your waist. He'd give the guy the biggest (and fakest) smile he could manage, not wanting to start an argument, but his eyes would be a dead give away to his annoyance. "Hey man! Whats up?" The guy would be gone in seconds.

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YOUNGJAE: Scenario: You’re playfully chatting with a guy friend in front of him.

He'd laugh along with the both of you, seemingly unphased by the interaction. But the moment you look away he'd stand there and give the guy a long, unreadable stare. Once the guy leaves he'd act a little out of it for a while until you pick up on his change in attitude, only then would he timidly ask, "You're not into him or anything, right? He seemed a little too playful."

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BAMBAM: Scenario: Someone compliments your outfit and lingers too long in conversation.

He'd screw up his face and fake laugh as his hand tightens on yours, he dramatically pulls you away. "Haha! Woah! So cool!" Later, he'd whine at you, making a point to comment on the guys fashion sense. "He had no idea what he was talking about, did you see the shoes he was wearing, gross. Surely you think I'm more stylish than him? Right?"

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YUGYEOM: Scenario: You’re fangirling over another male idol in front of him.

He'd try to brush it off and not let it bother him, but soon it would start to annoy him and he'd begin to start openly flex in front of you, showing off. He'd begin to dance and show off his skills until you start giggling at his over the top actions. He'd dramatically put his hands on his hips, "I'm cool too, yknow..."

[dearharriet]

"you're really red right now." with george weasley? and congrats on 150! 🥳

thank you sm for the request! <3 (wc: 851)

Swinging under the restricted access rope, you climb the stairs to the twins’ annex two at a time. Behind you, the store is mostly quiet, except for Fred’s loud singing as he feeds the pygmy puffs.

The banister is creaky when you lean on it, so you’re sure George can hear you coming. His door is open, so you let yourself in, announcing yourself with a rap on the stained pine trim.

“Fred says you’re hiding, but I can’t imagine what from,” you say instead of hello. “Certainly not me, I hope?”

George glances away from his books, halfway through a bite of takeaway. His mouth stills its chewing as he blinks owlishly at you. His hair is all askew, likely from tugging at it in concentration, and he has a tiny speck of sauce on his chin. You’d probably find it embarrassing if you didn’t like him so much.

“Sorry, hello,” you amend, realizing you caught him unawares. He remains frozen, though his jaw starts working to rid itself of the food that’s keeping him silent.

“Hi,” he ekes out, “on your break, are you?”

You hum affirmatively, coming around his desk to converse more privately with him.

“Yeah, and I’ve been meaning to talk to you about this idea I have for a product we could release near Christmas,” you ramble, leaning a hip against his desk and crossing your arms. George is staring up at you like you’re a star he’s never seen before. “A red-hot cocoa. We could infuse dragon peppers into the mix—to make it really spicy, yknow?”

George doesn’t look too convinced. If anything, he looks like he hasn’t heard you at all.

“I know it’s sort of similar to flaming fudge, but I thought the effect of making it themselves might add intrigue for customers,” you continue, starting to feel a little bit embarrassed.

Silence stretches just long enough to be uncomfortable, emphasized by an especially loud zzzzzziiiiiip from downstairs.

Biting your lip, you wince. “George?”

He blinks, seeming to come alive again, somewhat.

“Did you do something to your hair?” he asks out of the blue.

You frown. “You didn’t hear what I said, did you?”

To his credit, George looks terribly guilty in the face of your accusation. He takes it in stride, too, despite being every color of wrong.

“Is that what you were telling me about?” he asks.

Sighing, you take his loosened tie and shake it around in teasing frustration. There was a time when doing something as familiar as that would make you feel unprofessional, but you know better now.

“No. I was telling you about my idea for a new product.”

George’s mouth opens and closes silently, searching for words. He looks hot around the collar, from embarrassment or flustering or both. You like to tease him like this, because upon meeting him, he didn’t seem the type to be fazed by flirting at all.

Feeling maniacal, you take the opportunity to wipe away the food still on his chin, letting your touch linger a hair longer than necessary. The color in George’s neck shoots up to his pale cheeks, giving him the hue of a ripe strawberry.

“Merlin, George,” you muster through a grin, “you’re really red right now.”

He ducks his head then, ardently avoiding any inch of you he can. Cursing, he presses the backs of his hands to his cheeks to cool them.

“Sorry.” He steals a glance at you, his brows furrowed in what might be confusion. “Remind me what your idea was?”

You accommodate him, running the idea past him again, with more confidence this time. You don’t mind wasting your break away talking, at least not with George.

“Hot cocoa,” he repeats, rubbing his chin. You weren’t expecting a promotion or anything, but his mild response worries you. “We could workshop it together, yeah?”

“Sure,” you say, nerves winding tight in your chest. “If you’re not too busy.”

“Honestly, I haven’t done any work since an hour ago,” he admits. “Is it busy downstairs?”

You strain to listen past George’s office, down the stairs in the popular shop. It’s easy to make out the fizzing lightning effects and the siren-like sounds that engulf the love potion display, but any real crowd bustle is absent.

“Hardly,” you say.

George pushes up from his chair, making for his door. “Good,” he says, “we can start now.”

He closes the heavy door, and then retrieves a cauldron and hauls it over to his desk. Before he sets it down, though, he holds it up in front of your face.

“In case you were wondering why I thought you did something to your hair,” he explains, “it’s because someone did something to your hair.”

In the warped reflection on the brass cauldron you can see yourself—and your flaming pink hair.

“Merlin, I look like Tonks.”

George laughs at that, dropping the heavy basin onto the rich mahogany table. He doubles back to his shelves again to collect some ingredients.

“Any idea who did it?” he prompts.

You roll your eyes.

“Yeah. He looks a lot like you.”

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[obsessivestar]

'What If It's All A RomCom?' - a Ted Nivison x Reader.

{{-Story Description: You're a youtuber with a fairly decent following deciding to help your good friend Tanner with a minor film project, with you set as the leading lady. When the actor for the male lead is a no show, Ted takes up the role himself. One problem: This short film's a Rom Com, and you just met the guy.-}}

//18+, Def gonna be some smut. Reader is implied to be afab, under 5'5 and has specifically named friends, all who have no real connection to Ted.

This story will be in multiple chapters. Also gonna post this on Wattpad and Ao3 (when I figure them out LMAO) under the same username: ObsessiveStarla. Hope you enjoy :^)

Also idk how to do all the fancy Tumblr border stuff so sorry if it's all messy :^(((//

Word count: 2.3k

Chapter 1: No Show, No Movie.

I'm keeping my eye on the road, occasionally glancing at the GPS to make sure I can guide my buddy Tanner as he drives. We had quite an early morning to get to L.A., having been on the road for the last 2 hours to get to this airbnb we'll be staying at. Tanner's nearing the end of film school, so he's getting all his classmates and anyone else that's available and interested to help him with his big final project: A legit short film, filmed, written and directed by him. Having some experience with being on camera myself, he elected to make me part of the main cast. I don't mind at all, if it'll help him out. Even if it's a romantic comedy. I'll kiss some dude, get him that 100%. I'm excited for this.

"Has Conner messaged me at all?" Tanner asks, breaking the last 20 minutes of silence. I quit out of my daydream to check Tanner's messages. Other members of the crew have updated them on their location, including a name I don't recognize, but Conner hasn't responded at all.

"Nope. Mostly everyone else is nearly there though." I responded, lightly shrugging my shoulders. A humorous but knowing smirk creeps along the edges of my lips. "Think he slept in?" "I fucking hope not." Tanner huffs, his tone suggesting he's half-joking. "He is literally /the/ male lead. He's like one of the people I need there the most today."

I put the GPS back up on the screen and lay back against the passenger seat, slightly raising a brow to myself. What would happen if he's late, or doesn't show up at all? Could we even get a replacement in time? We only booked this place for the next couple weeks.

As we get off the highway and get even closer to our destination, I see a notification pop up on Tanner's phone, it's the name I don't recognize. Ted. He's not in our friend group and I don't recall Tanner mentioning him from class.

"Is Ted a new guy?" I ask, turning my head to Tanner. "Oh, no, he's like...a friend of a friend." Tanner pauses before reiterating "He's going to be the editor. He's a youtuber, like you; he went to film school as well."

"Oh. He's like the only name I didn't recognize."

"Yeah, he's a cool guy, no worries, he'll probably be there with me to help with the, yknow, directing too."

There's room for a response, but I don't continue the conversation. We don't have a lot of money to put into this, so that airBnb is also where we'll be filming everything. Most of the film crew and extra actors got their own accommodations elsewhere, but some of us will be staying /at that/ location itself. Wonder if that includes the editor? It'd be weird to share a house with a dude I didn't know, but if Tanner trusts him, I will as well. "I know where to go from here, let everyone know we'll be there soon."

I take Tanner's phone and let everyone know we're close by, including Ted, before setting the phone aside. Tanner pulls into what I thought was a street at first, only to notice its the driveway of the airbnb. Wild how we can't afford multiple sets and hotels, but can afford this villa-like estate for nearly a month. Hey, whatever works, right?

Tanner parks by the many other vehicles and grabs his phone before we both hop out. I can't help but look up at how tall the building is. It looks like one of those frat houses an influencer would own, like if you told me this was owned by fuckin' 'disney channel flow' Team 10, I would 100% believe you.

Tanner and I are greeted by most of the cast and crew as we approach the front door of the house, giving the appropriate hugs and handshakes as we head inside. That's when I spotted a tall man in a dark green sweater fixing up some professional looking cameras, dark hair slicked up to add to his already impressive height, with circular glasses to match the relaxed vibe I'm getting from him. To be fair, he only stands out so much to me because I don't recognize him. This must be Ted.

He looks up from his camera when he spots Tanner and I greeting the other crew members. I casually glance away to one of the pictures on the wall to avoid giving the impression I was staring. I have a habit of fixing my eyes onto people without realizing it.

"Traffic?" Is the first word I hear out of Ted's mouth, directed at Tanner. I don't really know what I was expecting to hear come out of this man, but it certainly wasn't a voice like that. It's strong, deep, almost fake sounding, like he's already playing a character, but no, that's just him.

"Dude, we passed by, like, 3 accidents" Tanner shakes his head slightly, putting his hands on his hips. "And Conner hasn't even gotten back to me, It's been an interesting morning."

As they have their conversation, my thoughts turn to a more curious nature as I contemplate what this guy actually does as a youtuber. If he went to film school as well, does he make long video essays? Commentary, like me?

"This is (Y/N), mine and Joe's friend." My thoughts are cut by the sound of my name, realizing Tanner was introducing me to Ted. Makes sense. We don't know each other. "She's gonna be the female lead."

"Ahhh okay, nice to finally meet you. I'm Ted." Ted personally greets me with a gentle handshake and a winning complexion. I return the handshake with a shy smile. "'Finally'?" I repeat to him, raising a slight brow.

"Yeah! Joe's told me about you, 'said you'd be shorter"

A sudden chuckle escapes me. Joe's my best friend and is part of the wardrobe team, of course he'd say something like that. "He's a dick.." I kid, shaking my head to myself. "You, on the other hand, are a fuckin' giant."

"Oh I know. I have to fuckin' duck down to get into any room upstairs. Tallhood ain't what its cut out to be" We both get a laugh out before Ted returns to setting up the cameras. I notice Tanner checking his phone again, visibly both anxious and frustrated.

"Man." Tanner speaks, seemingly thinking aloud. "Still nothing." "Isn't he the other lead?" Ted speaks as he moves to adjust the stand of one of the lights, glancing up through his round glasses. "I figured he'd be here first."

"He should've been here first." Tanner huffs, masking his clear frustration with a chuckle. "I-I don't know what I'm gonna do if he just doesn't show." "What would we have to do?" I tilt my head at Tanner, feeling a little anxious myself.

"I have no idea, honestly" Tanner responds, shaking his head. "At best, we'd have to find someone to take his place within the next, like, couple days. At worst, I'd have to cancel this whole thing."

I frown, trying to think of some helpful alternative in my head, but nothing comes up. I'd hate for everyone to have to go home, and getting the money back for the airbnb would be a hassle. We all pitched in for this place. As much as I've joked about it, it's pretty nice. 5 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, half the place is a giant living room and there's even more outside. I'd hate to leave without getting to sleep in one of those giant beds. All I can do is hope for the best, I guess.

About an hour passes. At this point, everyone except Conner has shown up on set and most of us that will be on camera are fitted and ready. We had already read through the entire script together over Discord prior to getting here, so all we need to do is just start filming.

I'm refreshing my memory with the script when I hear a notification ping from Tanner's phone. It takes him less than a second to pick it up and look at the message, pausing to read it. I see his expression go from relief to uneasy, his thumbs tapping on his phone's keyboard louder than usual as he responds before setting his phone down and taking a deep breath.

"Conner can't make it."

Silence fills the room for a moment as everyone looks up from their tasks. I approach Tanner, script still on hand.

"What? What does he mean he can't make it?" I asked, honestly shocked with what I was hearing. "So, yknow how he's just...not been responding since we left?" Tanner asks, looking understandably annoyed.

"Yeah?"

"Apparently he ate some bad food last night and has been throwing up since 4am. We left at 5."

The only thing I can do is run my fingers through my hair in frustration. Dude probably ordered bad chicken or something. Of course. "So our main dude, THE male leading role or whatever, has food poisoning." I say that as a statement, but I'm honestly just so confused, I don't want to believe it. "What do we do now? Could we hire someone else in time?" "Even if we could, we wouldn't have time to get the chemistry built up between you two." Tanner shrugs. "There'd be no way of knowing if it'll work out."

"I'll do it."

Tanner and I turn our heads to Ted, who's joined in on the conversation shortly after assembling the last light. My first instinct is to let out a sigh of relief, but I steel myself, trying to really process what he's offering.

"You? You wanna be the male lead?" Tanner points at Ted, rather surprised he'd offer. Ted seemed to laugh at the expression on Tanner's face "What's that fuckin' look for? You think I can't be romantic, Tanner?" "No--" Tanner cackles, putting his palms up defensively as he laughed. "That's not it! I just-- you haven't read the script, and, yknow..." Tanner pauses, shrugging his shoulders and tilting his head in my direction. "You two just met, you'll have to, yknow--"

"'Yknow? Yknow?' I KNOW, Tanner. I. know." Ted begins to mock Tanner in a friendly manner while pointing at himself, his strong voice easily overpowering Tanner's timid tone. "I've been doin' this since you were in little baby diapers, alright? I can read the script, I can kiss the pretty lady, I got this!"

I suddenly feel a whole lot warmer, resisting the urge to put a hand to my cheek. I mean, I have blush on already, but now I'm definitely blushing. I'll have to kiss this guy?

I mean.

That ain't a bad thing.

That's a nice lookin' dude. I'd be blind not to see it.

But I did just meet him.

"I mean...." Tanner seems to be at a loss for words, glancing in my direction once more. I realize I've been one of the main talking pieces of this conversation, yet I haven't spoken a word. "Ah--I.." I stammer out what was meant to be a coherent response, realizing I'm a bit more sheepish about this than I thought I'd be. He called me pretty. I...don't know what to do with that. I can handle a compliment, sure, but this was...

"Hey, sorry, I don't wanna step over any lines..." Ted's smile faded after my lack of a response, resting his hands behind his back. "Oh no! I-I wouldn't mind it at all." I finally managed to speak up. I swear, I felt like a bashful damsel in those old transatlantic-accent films. "I mean, like, better this than sending everyone packing early, right?"

"Real flattering." Ted responded with a renewed smile and a chuckle, getting another sheepish blush from me. "Whatever works for everyone, I'm down for it."

Based on Tanner's knowing expression, I can tell he gathered something of use from whatever that exchange was. "I mean..." Tanner repeats again, as if to remind us he's also there with filler words before taking in a sharp breath of realization, or maybe it was one of acceptance, I couldn't tell. Either way, he had an idea. "OK, how about this: most of the crew didn't get breakfast on the way up here and we're all gettin' pretty hungry, we could use some caffeine. How about you two head back out and get everyone something from Dunkin' or wherever? Get talkin', see if it works."

"You setting us up on a breakfast run, or a date?" I collect myself fast enough to make a joke, actually getting a decent chuckle out of Ted. Part of me couldn't believe I had even made that joke aloud, I was also kind of genuinely asking. "I am testing the chemistry." Tanner clarified slowly with a half smile. "And I...don't want to do it myself."

Ted and I look at each other, giving me a brief moment to realize Ted's eyes are brown. Don't know why I've chosen to collect that information now. Just another observation I've made for the day.

...Man, I'm hungry.

"Alright, but I'm not driving your car." I agree with a shrug. "No need, I got my Tacoma." Ted responds, making a clicking noise with his mouth and gesturing me to follow him outside.

"You...have your city in Washington?" I ask genuinely, getting another laugh out of him, not intentionally this time. "Toyota Tacoma. My truck." He corrects me, guiding me to an old dark green pick-up truck. "I've had this baby since high school. Graduated with it."

"Ahh, your high school sweetheart. Lovely. Happy to meet her."

"Fuck off" Ted jokingly scoffs, hopping into the drivers seat. I have this big grin on my face as I get into the passenger side. He's giving me this...oddly comforting vibe. I can talk and joke with this guy so naturally, like I've known him for longer than an hour.

Somehow, I get the feeling we'll get along just fine, even if I'll end up having to kiss him once or twice this month....

....That's got me thinking, how many times am I kissing this guy again?

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Chapter 1 (Here) || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 (smut) || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10 (smut) || Chapter 11 || Chapter 12 || Chapter 13 || Chapter 14 (smut) || Chapter 15 || Chapter 16 || Chapter 17 || Chapter 18 (smut) || Chapter 19 || Chapter 20 || Chapter 21 || Chapter 22 || Chapter 23 || Chapter 24 || Chapter 25 (Final) ||

[ellabehavior]

By your side ~ Rafe Cameron ❀

Summary: Your ‘Friends’ are fake jealous bitches, but Rafe will always be there for you when you need it most.

Pairing: Soft Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

Warnings: bullying, mentions of weight, cheating.

A/N: Requests are open! Also kindve hate this but wtv

angst to soft!

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Rafe wraps his arms around you from behind as he observes you finish applying your makeup for the girls' night out you and your friends had planned. First you guys were going to go shopping, and then to the bar.

“Promise me you’ll be safe” Rafe says as he leans his head on your shoulder and breathes your scent in.

“Rafe, why do you always do this everytime I try to hang out with them?” you asked with a roll of your eyes.

“Baby you know I don’t like them, they constantly are always saying snarky things and trying to make you look bad” He states while squeezing you tighter in his arms.

You think for a second and then say, “I think you’re reading too much into it, these girls have been my friends for over a year it’s nothing like that.”

“Just be safe okay?” he whispers.

“Yes Rafey, i’ll be home around 11:30.” You say back after wiggling out of his arms, and putting on your shoes.

You slightly laugh as you remember Rafes ridiculous comments. These have been your best-friends since last year, yeah sometimes they make jokes but it’s never serious.

“Hey girl!” Your friend Kenzie says as you hop in the passenger seat.

“Heyy!” you say with smile

The rest of the 3 girls in the back seem to ignore your presence but you just assume they aren’t in a talking mood.

Later, you all wind up at the fitting rooms after arriving at the mall and are all trying on various items that you all like. You try on this pretty blue summer dress and walk out to show all your friends, “What do ya guys think!” you say with a bright smile

“It makes you look fat” one of them says.

“Yeah it’s just not suiting for your … body yknow what I mean?” another goes on while they all laugh.

You start to look down, not trying to risk trying showing your true feelings while one of them says, “Don’t be such a baby, it’s just a joke”.

And with that you look up, and pretend to laugh.

Afterwards, when you guys are done trying things on, (you never tried anything else on after what happened) You guys went to get smoothies from Tropical smoothie.

“I might break up with my boyfriend I think he’s cheating on me” one of the girls says breaking the silence.

“Girl don’t even act like you don’t be cheating on him too” another said back to her as they both laughed.

“Imagine I broke up with Rafe, I wouldn’t know what to do” You laugh while trying to be included in their conversation.

“We would stop being friends with you, we are only friends with you because he is the most popular boy on the island” Kenzie says as the rest of them laugh.

They see you get quiet and Kenzie says, “Its just a joke are you going to cry the whole time here?” with a roll of her eyes.

“No it’s cool.” you whisper.

After a few more hours at the mall you guys arrive at the bar together, you immediately walk-in and down atleast 3 cups of alcohol to get the prior events out of your head. When the alcohol starts to hit you begin to dance around not giving a care in the world.

You danced for what felt like days, and finally you felt like you were ready to go home. You searched for Kenzie and the girls but you couldn’t find them.

“Excuse me?” You said to a random man that you believed Kenzie was talking to earlier, “Have you seen Kenz?”

“Yea, her and a bunch of girls left about an hour ago, they’re not here no more” he said with a puzzled look.

Fuck. You felt like your whole world was spinning around, they ditched you. You reached for your purse ready to call your boyfriend to pick you up but then you remembered you gave it to Kenzie to hold onto.

Those bitches ditched you and took your phone and purse.

“Can I please use your phone to call someone?” You requested with a puppy dog look.

“Yea.. Sure” The man said as he handed you his phone.

You shakily typed in Rafes phone number and put the phone up to your ear as it rang.

“Hello?” you hear a man say on the other side of the screen.

“Rafey. Please come pick me up. You were right, they left me here and took my phone!” you voice, holding back tears.

“I’ll be right there okay? wait for me.” He utters as you can hear the sound of keys move and a door shut.

And with that, you hang up, give the phone back the kind man and sit on the porch waiting for your boyfriend.

You should’ve listened, Rafe is always right about these kinds of things. Those girls have never done anything but make you feel bad about yourself. Anytime Rafe would be with you while you’re hanging out with them they always made you look dumb in front of him. All the puzzle pieces are finally coming together.

While being lost in your mind you feel a tap on your shoulder. “It’s okay baby, i’m here let’s go home” you hear him say.

“Rafe!” you almost scream, bursting out in tears.

“Shhhh. It’s okay, let’s go” he speaks as he picks you up and carries you into the passenger seat.

The whole car ride was silent, the air filled with your tiny sobs and his hand on your thigh soothing you.

When you arrived home, Rafe carried you in and gently sat you on the bed.

“We don’t have to talk about it today, okay? Whenever you feel ready we can.” He says while taking off your shoes and finding a shirt for you to change into.

“Okay. Don’t want to, just want to sleep.”

“That’s fine, i’ll be by your side the whole night.” He helps you take off your dress and puts his shirt over you to sleep in.

“I love you Rafe Cameron. I hope never loose you.” you say, half asleep.

Rafe lays down and pulls you into him with his head on your shoulder.

“You never ever will. I love you too.”

You fell asleep after that, but all Rafe was thinking about how he was going to get revenge for you, and he knew just who to call.

Topper, Kenzies boyfriend.

[mi-co-uk]

love me not

loner!reader x needy!chris

WARNINGS: use of y/n, suggestive, neck kissing, arguments, jealousy, alcohol consumption, language, POV switches. the series itself will contain smut fluff and angst ⋆𐙚

p.s I'm dyslexic lmao <33 but I did my best

pls enjoy <3

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CHAPTER 2 || bitches broken hearts

CHRIS' POV

I nudge open y/n's bedroom door, my eyes scanning her frame as her hands smooth over her dress. it hugged her tightly, accentuating the features I already knew she had, but were now on show for everyone else. her eyes searched mine for approval.

"what do you think?" she asked softly. her expression had a hint of annoyance, indicating she was still a little mad at me.

this whole thing was matts plan. he'd completely disregarded my adamant request to leave us alone just for the one night. I know she'd texted him during the month she was away. while for me, it was complete radio silence. it wasn't fucking fair.

we'd relaxed on the couch together, watching trash tv and just purely enjoying each other's company after such prolonged tension. we didn't speak on the matters at all, just vague small talk to keep everything lighthearted. then matt decides to join, which (at least from my perspective) completely wrecked the peaceful atmosphere we'd created. him and y/n make polite conversation which slowly turns into a more genuine and relaxed one. my arm that rested atop her shoulder moved down to her waist, gripping her possessively. matt tensed up, finally holding eye contacting and observing my almost territorial body language. the most surprising detail of the entire situation was how y/n behaved.

all I wanted was to piss matt off enough that he left us alone. I had anticipated it partially pissing y/n off in the process - but it did the opposite.

she snuggled herself closer into my side, a smirk growing on her face as she continued talking to matt, who seemed to be growing more anxious as I held my death stare. she was enjoying this.

the argument with matt before had upset y/n the most i think because I wouldn't let her talk. I spoke over her and wouldn't let her explain anything. I was too angry to try and have a communicative outcome, which she resented. but now, I'm letting her say everything she wants, letting her maintain her freedom, but also making it fucking clear that despite our lack of labels, no one else can even look at her for too long.

I finally felt that I had a sense of control over the situation. which as per usual was under threat when matt started to get himself involved once again.

"do you think you'll go to Tara's party?" he questioned her, I watched as her smile dropped at the thought.

"i-i mean.. it's not really my scene matt." she shut him down.

"I know, it's not really mine either. but you can end up making some friends yknow? it could be cool. everyone will be too drunk to tell if anyone's being socially awkward so you don't need to worry about that." he persisted, and worse of all - i could tell she was considering it.

what the fuck?

READER POV

"are you serious, matt?" chris spits out. and to think he was letting me speak for myself for once.

to be honest I really wasn't up for the idea. if people will be too pissed to tell that I'm socially awkward then they'll be too pissed to remember me in general. automatically meaning I wouldn't have actually made friends. it would all be unnecessary anxiety. but the fact chris had only managed to last 5 minutes without being verbally possessive made my brain flick a switch on the whole idea.

"it could be good practise though." I spoke up, watching his eyes turn from stressed to a look of someone who'd been betrayed. chris can be very dramatic, to the point that this ordeal was almost comedic.

"practise? you don't need more friends. that's not the issue. why would being around a bunch of assholes who are too wasted to be polite help you?"

"well- as matt said, they wouldn't remember it. so there's less worry about how I appear to people. it could be less humiliating." his expression twisted into confusion.

"the fuck? you don't need to worry about how you appear around us. what's the benefit of it being those guys?"

"chris, I do worry about how I appear around you guys. it's not personal and- trust me, I wish it wasn't that way but it is. it's the same with everyone." my eyebrows furrowed as I spoke, frustrated as he was acting as if this was all news to him.

"chris, it's worth a shot. if it'll be easier with people at the party then she should try it." matt chimed in, backing up mine and his arguments.

"matt you do fucking understand that more friends doesn't mean more time she can cope being around people, it just means more people to fucking share it around with. I'd never see her."

"can you stop talking about me like I'm not right fucking here?" I spat. exhausted of the pointless argument over a hypothetical situation.

"it's my choice." I continued as I watch chris' gaze lower to his own lap in regret. he didn't say sorry but it wasn't as if that was out of character for him.

I know he felt guilty. and yeah his points were valid to a certain extent. but it's my choice. and caring about me doesn't give him the excuse to be disrespectful towards me.

chris always had this overprotective nature towards me. which growing up, I definitely appreciated. but now it's morphed into being territorial over me - including pushing me away from even his own brother. those situations are the ones I usually fight back on. I understand not trusting other people, people he doesn't know. but matt? it was too ridiculous to not say a word on. but all of this being said, I'd be lying if I said I didn't revel in his possessiveness. I could never deny that I didn't love chris' habit of looking at people as if he was mentally killing them for being remotely close to me. all the while holding onto his soft, nice guy persona when it came to speaking to me even a moment later. but this was only most of the time. he must've been on edge from me being gone for a month but it was the closest he'd been to raising his voice at me. which I couldnt let him do - as much it embarrassingly turned me on.

CHRIS' POV

I had a gut feeling just from parking outside that this would all turn to shit. and fast. y/n was very clearly increasing in anxiety through-out the whole day, only going forward with the plan in spite of me.

"y' seriously don't have to do this" I whispered as all four of us walked towards the house. "'m not gonna say some dumb shit about being right - I don't care. I just don't want you to feel like shit because of all this." I persisted.

"it's okay. can you just like- stay next to me? or just near me." she whispered back sweetly, seemingly a lot less annoyed at me now, but not enough to call it off.

"course." the positive about this was the fact she asked me, not matt.

her and tara hit it off the best. she approached us four, nick had already given her a run down on the plan, so she knew the ins and outs of some things that would help y/n or do the opposite. she directed us towards the drinks, encouraged y/n to stick around her for night so she can introduce her to some people - she assured her that it wouldn't be anything stupidly formal. I could tell y/n felt a bit more at ease while tara was handling the situation, easing into me comfortably while we sat on the couch while tara was talking to anyone and everyone, being the life of the party.

then in comes nick and matt to disturb the routine we had going. they were adamant that she should go meet someone, so we signalled to tara half goodbyes and walked over to the kitchen. matt had his hand on the small of y/n's back and directed her through the dancing crowd while I got stuck behind. I felt a hand on my arm preventing me from going further.

"oh my god! you're one of the triplets!" some girl called out to me, practically yelling in my ear over the blasting music. I made limited small talk till I realised that everyone I was following was out of view. as the conversation went further, the girl started to flirt and encouraged me to dance with her. I said I would but I needed a few drinks first. I know now that I was wrong. my job was to stay by y/n. but she had matt. and I had neither of them in that moment.

READER POV

I watched chris hold some random girl against a wall, running his lips down her neck hungrily, eyes shut in concentration. I'd had to stick closely to nick and matt for the duration of the redt of the night due chris' distraction. it was upsetting for obvious reasons but that turned into annoyance when wed collectively agreed to go. his brothers were tired, I was tired and there was only so much small talk we could all handle - especially now that tara was entertaining larger crowds, completely wasted. luckily, matt offered to interrupt chris so that we could go home.

me and nick stood awkwardly by the front door as matt interrupted them. the girl got all giggly as they continued flirting under their breath so I couldn't make out what they said but either way it made me sick to my stomach. as soon chris was remotely on his way, I left to head out to the car before everyone else, determined for him not to see that it had got to me.

he seemed very happy with himself on the drive home. smirking and chuckling to himself, which increased everytime he caught me staring. I could practically taste the alcohol on him from how strong it's scent was.

none of us were aware chris had drunk at the party but it had become very evident once we had got into the car.

it was just us two in the backseat. he'd sat himself in the middle seat, looking down at me, his eyes sparkling from the city lights. It bothered me the most that his expression felt insulting but really it wasn't. he looked at me even more lovingly than usual, clearly not seeing my eye contact as irritation but just enjoying that I was looking at him at all.

"you're so pretty" he muttered quietly, trying to draw my attention back to him once I'd looked away. my eye were fixed outside the window, much to chris' growing disapproval. "cmon look at me .. please?" he whispered, snuggling his head into the crook of my neck.

he started pressing soft kisses to my neck and as much as I knew I should resist, the longer I hesitated, the more passionate his kisses grew which just increased the warmth between my legs.

"chris.. enough." I whispered, knowing that the combination of him being drunk, the fact I knew matt could see all of this transpiring, and the memory of him with that other girl was too much to do nothing about the situation. his kisses slowed down, trailing up to my cheek before he stopped and looked me in the eyes.

"no good no more?" he asked timidly, with a look as if he was about to cry.

"we just can't right now." my eyes indicating towards the front of the car.

"right now?" the smirk was brought back to his face from my response, which was luckily enough for him to just rest his head on my shoulder for the rest of the car journey. I fiddled with the locks of his hair, desperately trying not to replay the memory of him making out with that other girl.

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a/n , next part will be smut <3 I'm also quite happy with how this chapter turned out so YAY super excited for you guys to see the next one since I could only post half coz the length

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꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ - mi

[walnutcookie]

ok fuck it rodgerposting HERE I GOOOO

DISCLAIMER: this is a ramble about my own personal headcanons, loosely based off of scraps from the game that im able to make connections to. I do not see any of this as canon. this is not an analysis post, but feel free to use or expand on my headcanons if youd like!!! (i would love to hear abt/see what u do with it🙏🙏)

man. Honestly to start this i should preface that i designed my rodger headcanons to parallel glisten's character, so im going to mainly talk about those two in this post

Despite glistens ego it is VERY obvious that he has a lot of self esteem issues. Just from his twisted form alone we can see how dependent he is on the attention and praise of others, and his notes/interactions reinforce that. hes so deperate to feel loved and appreciated because he doesnt feel confident in himself so he puts up this false ego to try and convince OTHERS that hes perfect because maybe if other people think hes perfect he'll really believe it!!!! (he wont)

the convo he has with toodles is really interesting to me, i mean its kind of vague what "cry and complain" really means but im gonna say that he actively, or has in the past, vented to rodger about some of his self esteem issues

obviously rodger being a detective is right on theme with him being a magnifying glass and yknow. His object and occupation implies hes able to see things in others that others might not. but i also like to think that theres an irony of him being a mystery himself. he doesnt share much about himself - any conversation he has with other toons is mainly him asking questions about them while avoiding questions about himself or giving surface-level information. He's appreciated by the other toons, and is reliable when it comes to solving mysteries for the others ,,, he isnt feared or anything hes just. Unknown. He keeps to himself and others dont know what hes truly like. he doesnt have any close relationships at all, save for toodles

It stems from a feeling of worthlessness. he feels like hes too mediocre - sure, people would appreciate him the way he is, but why settle for that? by keeping nearly everything about himself the things people will theorize and imagine about him would be far more interesting and appealing than any lie he could spread about himself. Why pretend to be something hes not, which could easily be disproven, when he could just try not to be what he is? he wants to just be the cool mysterious polite detective who helps everyone yknow!!!! he WANTS people to be curious about him but never find out the answers. he doesnt want people to know that hes literally just like anyone else

and THATS the thing he has in common with glisten. they both have the same insecurity, that same desire to be loved and to be admired, to be seen as so much more than they really are, but they react to that feeling in opposite ways. Glisten tries to flaunt everything he has and more in an attempt to make himself seem perfect (when he clearly isnt), while rodger tries to push it all down and hide it so that people cant tell what hes really like

rodger knows what glisten is thinking. he knows what motivates his every action. that man can read glisten like a book bro... he can predict glistens every thought because theyre the same person. he knows glistens motives, he can predict how glisten must feel about other toons and rodger himself because he knows what its like to be in that position. and god he wants to help him. he knows what glisten is going through and wants to try to help as best he can ‼️

the problem is that glisten DOESNT understand. he doesnt know anything about rodger. rodger tries not to say much about what he observes so that glisten doesnt Freak the fuck out but then that just makes it worse because rodger will try to comfort him and say everything hes thinking and it terrifies the shit out of glisten because it seemingly comes out of nowhere 😭 rodger is still confused about glisten but less confused than glisten is about himself !!! He doesnt know rodgers motives cause again he doesjt talk about himself so hes just terrified of this guy he doesnt realize rodger is trying to help. he wants to believe he is but its hard to tell </3 regardless though glisten does truly care about rodger just... in a complicated way. Bro wants rodger dead but couldnt live on if he died and rodger knows that

would like to talk about rodger and toodles more but ill do that in a different post .... thank you if you read this far i love you . If u have any questions/comments/thoughts id love to hear feel free to send me asks!!!🙏🙏

[maiyz]

a pearl

yuji x reader | masterlist

04: yns CAKE 🤤☺️☺️

a/n: yes…. i know yn still thinks of yuji as sukunas vessel but i got tired of writing it, also i updated yns ct (its in the intro!)

youve never been to a sleepover before. sure you had seen them in movies and tv shows your mother snuck inside the clan. but you wouldnt imagine it would be like this. although sukunas vessel was the one who invited you, its not as bad as you thought

yuji grinning at you, eyes bright with excitement. “its cake time! whos gonna help me??!”

you blink. “cake?”

“yep! were making a cake!” yuji says with enthusiasm, already pulling a box of cake mix and bowls from the kitchen.

“come on, yn. youre helping too” (kugi)

you hesitate, youve never baked before. not really. but you didnt want to seem rude, and maybe itll be fine.

“okay.”

yuji hands you the cake mix and a measuring cup, his grin wide. “you just have to mix this stuff up. dont worry, its easy.”

you look at the box, reading through the instructions. It seems really easy.

theres a slight mess with the cake mix, dusting the countertop. you slightly frown at the spilled powder. its not the mess that bothers you the most, its that you can feel yuji and nobaras eyes on you.

“yujis gonna eat that powder off the counter.” nobara says playfully.

yuji glances over, raising an eyebrow in mock offense. “no i wont.”

yuji watches you for a second, then nudges you gently, whispering in uour ear. “i will, i lied”

“i can hear you, yknow.”

…

you think youre done. you hand the bowl back to yuji, who looks satisfied with your work as he pours the batter into a cake pan.

“ill take care of putting it in the oven”

“wow how cool” (kugi)

“leave me alone!” (ita)

you watch him carry the tray to the oven. as always, energetic, to the point of being infectious. and for the first time this mission, you dont feel out of place.

while the cake is baking, you return to yujis dorm, trying to get comfortable on his bed.

the smell of the cake from the kitchen started to fill the air, making you aware of how hungry you are. though you would never admit it. yuji seems determined to make this a fun night for you, talking non-stop and constantly glacing over at you.

eventually, the timer goes off, and yuji jumps excitedly. “its ready!”

you watch as he pulls the cake out of the oven, setting it on the counter, its slightly burnt. yuji still beams. “look! perfect cake!”

while the cake cools, everyone makes their way to yujis dorm again, and you find yourself going back into your previous spot on the bed. the room quiets a little as you all start to settle in for the movie.

yujis the first to sit down, he looks over at you.

“feeling alright, zenin?” he asks.

you give him a small nod. “yes”

yuji smiles at you, looking relieved. youre not sure if hes worried about you or if hes just glad youre finally starting to enjoy yourself.

the cake is brought out, and everyone takes a piece. youve never had a cake that wasnt made from scratch before, it tastes burnt, it is burnt. its not horrible. its fine.

as you eat around the extra sweet icing, yuji and nobara banter about the movie, with megumi occasionally glancing up from his phone to join on the conversation. although it was obvious he wasnt paying attention to his phone.

eventually, the cake is gone, and the movie continues.

youre starting to feel more comfortable, though you cant quite shake the feeling that youre not quite like the others.

as the movie reaches the climax, your eyelids start to feel heavy. you find yourself leaning against someones shoulder.

not by choice, youre just too tired to move your head, so its not your fault.

however, your thoughts were far from relaxed. you had one mission, and you had been preparing for it. this is the perfect moment. your target, itadori yuji, had been sitting perfectly still next to you, probably none the wiser.

finish the mission

you start to wake yourself up, enough to pour yuji a drink. “are you thirsty, itadori?”

poison his drink and wait for him to fall asleep. it would be quick, and you would be gone from the campus before you were suspected.

yujis eyes bright turned toward you, and he flashed a smile. “yeah, can you get me a cola?”

you hum in a response.

you handed him the glass with a steady hand, your cursed poison infused into the cola, and watched as he took a sip.

you were confident in your preparation, poison would take effect in just a few minutes.

as yuji drank the cola, you kept an eye on him, but your attention was drawn briefly to nobara and megumi on the futon.

“zenins acting weird, right?” nobara asked megumi in a whisper tone, though you could still hear her clearly.

“shes just being herself, probably tired.”

nobara wasnt convinced, but she didnt press the issue. “i dunno, megumi.”

you returned your attention to yuji, but something felt off. he was still drinking the cola, completely oblivious to your intentions.

his eyes didnt seem heavy, and his usual energy didnt change.

“is that normal cola?” yuji asked.

your heart skipped a beat. “what are you talking about?”

“tastes different from the ones i normally drink, and youve been staring at me like you wanted me to say something about it.”

you were silent for a moment, trying to cover up your surprise. “i-. i wasnt staring at you.”

yuji just smiled, like always. “im feeling a little sleepy. i guess im just not used to the sugar in the drink.”

you blinked, confused. you had planned fkr him to fall asleep quickly after drinking the cola, but nothing was happening.

“thats weird” you thjnk to yourself, but yuji didnt seem to notice, he casually leans back against the bed frame and stretches.

“guess im just more tired tonight” he was shushed by nobara, trying to watch the movie.

you kept your eyes on him, your mind racing. how could he not be affected by the poison?

you had made sure it was potent enough. your focus was slipping.

you tried to mask your disappointment, but it was clear from your silence that your plan had failed.

of course sukunas vessel, a finger eater, would be atleast slightly immune to your poison, though, you put a higher than average amount of poison.

meanwhile, yuji didnt seem to notice the interenal turmoil you were going through. he let out another yawn, clearly starting to feel drowsy, and its most likely from the time.

“you alright?” yuji mumbled as he shifted, pulling you against his shoulder. “you look like you could use some sleep, too.”

his warmth against you caused a stange feeling within you, but you didnt say anything. instead, you stayed still, letting yourself rest against him.

yujis body was still, his breath deepening as he slowly fell asleep. his arm shifted slightly, now draped across the top of the bed frame, and without thinking, you leaned into him. the warmth of his body, the soft rhythm of his breath, were all incredibly soothing, despite everything that had just occurred.

the room had grown quieter, and before long, your exhaustion began to take hold. you had failed your mission, and yet, you found yourself in a strange sense of peace you hadnt expected. you still had two months to complete your mission, resting wouldnt hurt.

in the background, nobara and megumi were still chatting quietly, but nobara was the first to notice the position the two of you were in. she looked over at megumi, a knowing grin on her face.

“looks like theyre asleep.”

megumi, who had been keeping an eye on the scene, just nodded and shrugged. “whatever.”

nobaga, on the other hand, couldnt help but find the situation amusing. “guess this is how its gonna be”

and so, as the night wore on, yuji slept peacefully on the couch, with you curled up beside him. neither of you noticed the subtle shift in your relationship that had just begun to form, but nobara and megumi did, and they would have a lot to say about it in the morning.

the movie had long since ended, and the only sound in the room now was the soft hum of the air conditioning.

now, yujis body had shifted, his arm draped across your back, and you subconsciously leaned into him, drifting off the sleep.

your head, by accident or not, found its way onto his bicep. the muscle of his arm beneath your head was strangely comforting. his breath slowed. and you couldnt bring yourself to pull away.

“i guess thats one way to fall asleep, huh?” nobara whispered, raising an euebrow.

megumk gave a shrug in response. “why do you care so much.”

nobara, however, couldnt contain her amusement. she walked closer, glancing down at the both of you, watching as you both slept.

you didnt stir, not even as mobara leaned in closer, carefully adjusting your positions so that you both remained cozy.

yuji, still in his deep sleep, barely moved, his face soft as he rested against his pillow, with your body nestled into his side.

nobara smirked to herself before stepping back and taking a picture, her quiet laugh echoing through the room as she whispered, “theyre gonna kill me.”

with that, she let you both sleep in peace, the soft light of the tv casting shadows across your intertwined bodies.

i could not describe what was happening so i made a diagram of when nobara sae them sleeping

yuji and yn are on a bed

yujis so ugly i CANNOT draw

ghis ch was kina buns

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