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Me after reading the description for chronicles of Narnia in Disney Plus:
*frantically looking up "Narnia giant":*
"please be real giants, please be over 40 feet, please be real giants, please be over 40 feet, please be re- AW COME ON!!!"
#every time#why do the giants have to be so small???#thats a mini giant for gods sake#my disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined#i know its not weird for most people but for gt fans its like#false advertising#ive never watched chronicles of Narnia so i was interesting in it#since everyone says its good#might not watch it now cause of the fake ass giants#bro needs both his arms to pick a dude up#his ass is not giant#normal tags now#g/t#giant/tiny#gt community#giant tiny#g/t community#sfw g/t#gianttiny#giants#giant tiny community#chronicals of narnia
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'Chris likes girls who don't like him back'
Late night streaming with your best friends turns to a conversation about the boys' type, and Chris gets called out
vibe check: flirty fluffy fun, 3/4 of my favourite f words
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A/N: i had this idea literally straight away after what Matt said about Chris' type.........the idea of being Chris' best friend that he openly fancies but you're 'not interested' makes MY TOES CURL BRO LIKE ARE YOU KIDDING anyway I hope you love this. PART TWO IS INCOMINGâŠ
love and cigs, merc
"Matt he's right there what the fuck are you doing?!" you scream down the mic, nearly throwing your controller across the room as you jolt back in your chair.
You watch as Matt gets sniped in the head from the back, laughing as he wails on this desk, making the whole stream glitch and nearly crash. Chris is laughing along with you, trying not to make it obvious that he's watching you, and not Matt.
"Matt, bro you need to fuckin' up your game, y/n/n is actually carrying us right now." Chris says as Matt picks his chair up off the floor and sits back down in a huff.
"I always carry when I come on with you boys" you smirk, looking at the tiny square of Chris on your screen.
"yeah because you're a little sweat" Matt chuckles.
The boys had been streaming everyday for over a week now and, after some convincing, they managed to get you to join in on one of their games. At first you were apprehensive, obviously, but they explained that they were trying to diversify their platform and find a more mature audience so, actually interacting with girls on the internet was their first step.
You and the boys had been friends for forever, you met them through Nick in elementary school and had basically all been inseparable ever since, you'd been in some earlier videos but the fans back then made it very difficult to just exist around them so, you took it upon yourself to only exist in their real life, not their online one.
Cut to right now, you're nearly two hours deep in fortnite trios with the boys on stream, everyone was super excited to see you when they announced that they'd be joining and, other than a couple comments that you all ignored, it was going really well.
"Matt, someone asked what our types are" Chris laughed, reading the chat.
"I'm not answering that" Matt dead panned, screwing his face up at the camera
"I can answer it for you both, for sure" you chuckle, "chat do you want me to answer it?"
"yes, yes, yes, yes, omg yes" Chris was reeling off the answers in chat, "everyone wants y/n/n to answer, Matt should we let her?" Chris asked.
Matt rolled his eyes with a smile, "g'head, y/n/n, expose us" He chuckled.
"okay, so" you said, in your best girly gossip voice, "Matt likes nerdy, reader, soft girls" you begin to explain, your train of thought is interrupted by Chris erupting into laughter.
"dude she's so right! you love a girl that looks like she's always buried in a book" Chris wails.
"what are you guys even saying?" Matt complains, the smile etched across his face giving his tone a lot less power.
"you definitely want a girl who will go on a hike with you or some shit, Matt" You say, enjoying this whole interaction a bit too much.
Chris was keeled over in laughter, loving finally being able to talk about this kind of stuff on the internet without everyone going insane.
"I dunno why you're laughing so much, Chris, you're next" Matt states, Chris shrugs in reply.
"i don't give a fuck, call me out y/n/n, gimme the best you got" Chris sits back in his chair, arms folded over his chest.
"hmmmm" you say, exaggerating your thinking, "what is the famous Christopher Sturniolos type" you rub your chin, pretending to be thinking deeply.
A knowing smirk is spread wide across Chris' face as he stares at your face on his screen, tongue prodding the side of his cheek.
"I know Chris' type" Matt adds, a menacing smile on his face.
"g'head matt, you take this one" you gesture to the boy on your screen.
"Chris likes girls who don't like him back" Matts brows raise in accusation towards Chris.
You try and hide the smile forming on your face, attempting to look as focused on the game as possible as your tongue prods at your teeth. Neither of the boys say anything, both of them cheesing, Matt in a teasing and knowing kind of way and Chris more so in a 'I cant say what I wanna say' kind of way.
"damn, Matt, you just called me the fuck out" Chris shakes his head, looking to the tiny version of you on his screen.
You're still quiet, trying to fight the smile on your face and look as focused as possible, you catch Chris looking as if he's looking at you on his screen and shake your head with a chuckle.
"what you grinnin' at, kid?" Chris smirks.
You raise your brows, shaking your head with a downwards smile, "no, nothin', nothin" you say, returning your focus back to the game.
All of the viewers watched the interaction and were blowing up the chat with comments about how Chris definitely likes you, saying things like 'did you guys see that?!', and 'think they're slick look at how they're both smiling!!!!!'. Chris was reading the comments and trying to hide the red blush crawling its way onto his cheeks, Matt was relishing in the fact that Chris was so obviously nervous, and you were just trying not to react.
"Chris, dude, you better wipe that smile off your face, chat's onto you" Matt pokes the bear.
"chat ain't onto shit, Matt, shut the fuck up" Chris says, trying to be serious but unable to push his smile down.
"you know i'm right though, you do like girls who don't want you" Matt pushed on with his joke.
"Matt, shut your fuckin' mouth, dude" Chris rolled his eyes and shook his head, his smile still prevalent.
You couldn't help but laugh, still pretending to not care about the situation unfolding. In hindsight, it probably made it all the more obvious that you knew exactly what Matt was referring to.
"you're awful quiet, y/n/n, you got nothing to say on Chris' type?" Matt extends his joke over to you and your attention is immediately on him.
"nah, you hit the nail on the head, I think" you shrug, stretching back in your chair and adjusting your headset.
"oh really?" Chris replies, brows raised in accusation.
"mhm" you nod, faux innocently.
Chris kisses his teeth, nodding and trying to hide the smile on his face once again.
"yeah, chat, Matts right, I like pretty girls, who don't like me back" Chris says, subtly turning his attention to you and then back to chat.
You roll your eyes with a smile, leaning forward once more to lock into the game.
"you're ridiculous, Chris" Matt chuckles into the mic, watching you shift in your seat, trying not to blush.
The rest of the game went off without a hitch, you guys went on to win multiple times and all the viewers eventually stopped trying to get the conversation back to Chris' obvious crush on you. You played until the early hours of the morning, joking and laughing with the boys' just like old times and relishing in the fact that you were finally able to be a part of their online presence again. When it hit around three a.m you told them you had to sign off, explaining that you had to be up early for college that morning.
"guys, I gotta go, but I'll text you when I wake up" you said, pulling off your headset, and brushing your hair back with your hand.
"alright, y/n/n, thanks for helping us bury kids, its always a treat" Matt grinned at you, shooting you his token boyish smile.
"you know I live to humble kids on fort, Matt" You shrugged, putting on your best boyish persona, earning a laugh from Matt
"okay seriously, I gotta go, bye chat!" you smile, "bye boys" you go to switch off your computer but you're stopped by Chris booming voice.
"bye, beautiful" he says, a cheesy grin on his face.
your eyes roll to the back of your head as an uncontrollable smile finds your lips, "bye, Chris" you reply, switching off your computer.
The whole chat erupts with people losing their minds over Chris calling you beautiful, the boys say nothing, Matt just shakes his head, laughing at the chat as he watches Chris, grinning with pride and completely unashamed of his very obvious crush on you.
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ooo i saw your pick me girl hcs from awhile back and loved them! can i request something similar for ashido/kirishima/kaminari but with the reader encountering a ânice guyâ instead? thank you <33
NICE GUYS DO FINISH LAST
characters . . .
ASHIDO MINA, KIRISHIMA EIJIROU, KAMINARI DENKI, BAKUGOU KATSUKI, TODOROKI SHOUTO
notes . . .
a quick one because i was getting overwhelmed with writing this one request for my comeback đ§ââïž (a lil sneak peek: itâs todobakudeku as ex husbands)
female! reader
MINA is actually offended that this guy thinks itâs going to work. like.. calling you short (even if you might not be), trying to compare hand sizes with you, the self deprecating humorâ sheâs actually going to throw up in her mouthâŠ đ€ą though, she already clocked this guyâs tea iykwim⊠she has interacted with guys like him before, and she knew from the very beginning what he wantedâ especially when he tried to replace her. the wicked witch and the audacity of this bitchâŠ
âsheâs not gonna pick you⊠if youâre really that nice, youâd stop being so sad⊠đčâ
if the advancements didnât stop, sheâd basically do whatever she could to make sure he knew that your ass was a fruitcake and not interested⊠even if it was laughable on her end.
âletâs go my scissor sister!!â
âgirl??â
EIJIROU is an actual nice guy⊠he doesnât need to say it for it to be known, so maybe that why he knew exactly what was going on the moment he heard this guy flap his lips⊠he was ashamed that this guy actually labelled himself as a ânice guyâ because honestly it was even starting to confuse him like⊠what if heâs the one thatâs not nice for thinking this way? heâs literally gaslighting himself at this point đ
but because EIJIROUâs so nice, heâd actually pull the dude aside, speak to him from one man to another man, and tell him that he doesnât need to do all of this because youâre just not interested (oh, and yâall are dating!!)
âhey man⊠iâm telling you this because i thought youâd want to know, but sheâs not interested. might never be, so like⊠quit it, dude.â
but when the dude pretends the conversation never happened, thatâs when he starts getting visibly angry⊠heâll be more firm when it comes to telling him off, and heâll get in between yâall. if you wanted to tell him off yourself, then heâd be right behind you with his arms crossed.
DENKI laughs because he thinks this isnât a serious thing at all like⊠thereâs no way somebody actually acts like this, right? this is all fiction. he quickly realizes that this is in fact NOT fiction, and this dude is dead seriousâ and this is when DENKI starts to panic. he alternates between laughing (because not even mineta is that ridiculous) and being gobsmacked at this behavior. it has him lowkey paranoid, because he wonders if he has ever acted like that towards anyone, even if he meant well.
similar to kiri, DENKI is the type to pull the guy aside and tell him whatâs up. except, heâd do it so casually, the guy would probably think heâs joking. now, DENKIâs scared because the guy was trying to rope him in his shenanigans (even though heâd never resort to such tactics!!)
heâll try to joke that being a ânice guyâ is out of style (except heâs not really joking) and because this guy genuinely freaks him out, heâd just focus on creating distance between you and that dude.
âbro was gooning so hard đ that was not sigma đčâ
KATSUKI practically implodes, when he first sees it, but itâs such an expected reactionâ the nice guy doesnât even think twice about it. KATSUKI looks annoyedâ pissed off, when this rando goes up to you and pats you on the head with his unwashed hand, but after the nice guy momentarily goes away, KATSUKI turns to you and tells you to ignore it. not because he thinks you canât deal with the problem, nor that it isnât worth dealing with appropriately, but because he doesnât want you to worry about someone like him any longer. there are better things for both of yâall to worry about, and this will no longer be your problem.
KATSUKI doesnât even give the dude the luxury of a warning, the next time he sees him and theyâre ALONE?? heâs approaching him with such speed, it has the guy shaking in his boots. the nice guy literally regrets trying to be all nice to you for ulterior motives, and he makes it knownâ but KATSUKI doesnât care anymore.
âi was just being nice! canât a guy be nice anymore??â
âoh so you wanna dieââ
âsheesh, okay! fine! iâll stop. the bitch doesnât deserve it anywayâŠâ
â⊠say what.â
KATSUKI did in fact deal with it, and you never had to think twice about him again (excluding the times you laughed about it to him.)
ângl i canât believe he thought thatâd work.â
âwell heâs a fucking dumbass. focus on stretching.â
SHOUTO is so confused, because he canât understand why anyone would actually act this way, and for ulterior motives too. he canât understand lying about who you are to get somethingâ especially if that somebody is you, and especially if someone just wants that attention. itâs one thing to have a crush on you, sure (he gets that because he literally does), but itâs another thing to make you uncomfortable in the process of trying to get with you.
SHOUTO looks puzzledâ insulted even, when he sees this guy pat you on the head and call you short. not just because he literally touched you and made you uncomfortable, but also because he couldâve been wrong too đ
SHOUTO wouldnât try to hide the fact that heâs trying to get in between of you. heâs literally like a sturdy foundation, unable to be movedâ even if the guy tried to push him aside (also⊠thatâs certainly a choice..)
SHOUTO is blunt with it. he will try to correct him on your heightâ even if he doesnât need to. nice guy probably already knows that youâre not actually that short, but SHOUTO needs to make things known.
âplease get it right. sheâs not short.â (heâd say, if youâre not)
âyouâre quite wrong, sheâs not that short.â (heâd say, if you are)
and heâd just watch the color drain off his face with secret satisfaction, and the room atmosphere would go awkward afterwards (but does he GAF, nopeâŠ)
âyou didnât have to annihilate him like that,â youâd tease SHOUTO later, and then sarcastically remark, âi thought he was a nice guyâ
âthey finish last. at least, according to a saying.â
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How I think the straw hats sleep when they have company (romantic or platonic)
Luffy
Wraps himself around you
You are NOT moving for a while
Snores, unless you prop him up right
Likes to cuddle, will whine if you say no (unless you look like super uncomfortable, emotionally aware king love that)
Mans has no thoughts of personal space. He wants to be close ALL THE TIMe
Will talk your ear off as heâs wrapped around you. Yes both arms and legs if itâs comfortable.
Tried to listen to you too, but will probs fall asleep. He doesnât mean to be rude, bro is just tired and happy your with him.
Warm, but wiggles a lot.
After Marineford, heâs especially clingy. Has nightmares about it and only sleeps well if he knows his crew is safe and close by.
Please comfort him and tell him that the crew is safe, that he is safe.
Will drag you off for a nap if heâs tired. Or just falls asleep on top of you.
Will wake you up in the middle of the night to spout off random shit. Then fall back asleep. Or heâs going to try and grab a snack. Sanji is not pleased when the fridge is dented from this attempt.
Please make a deal with him to shower more. Your nose will think you.
Zoro
Dude also needs a shower
Likes to work out and then have a nap
Doesnât like to admit it but prefers when your around for both of these activities
Enjoys flexing while training and then relaxing with a nap with one of his favorite people on the ship
If he stinks, MAKE HIM BATHE. Bro is STINKY and needs to scrub more. After he washes then itâs nap time. Thatâs the deal.
Nami thanks you for this
It started with just napping around you, then slowly leaning onto you.
Neither of you make a big deal out of it, more for his sake then yours. Heâs embarrassed to admit heâs soft for your time together.
Not a huge talker, but is very good a listening.
Gives advice if he thinks you want it, but will sit and listen if you need to get stuff off your chest.
Is a little jealous you can do so with ease (in his mind). Heâs too caught up being strong for the crew that he forgets that heâs allowed to just be Zoro, not Pirate Hunter or King of Hell Zoro.
Snores a little, but not super loud. Place his head on your shoulder or lap and heâs OUT. May even curl an arm or leg around you if he feels like it.
Nami
Not used to co-sleeping
Sleeps with a weapon close by due to her past with Arlong. This doesnât change, only the location of the weapon does.
Particular about her sleep. Has a routine and everything.
Expects you to hold yourself to a certain standard if your sleeping in the same room as her (youâll have to work up to cuddling).
Will gift you nice pjs, soaps, blankets, things like that.
Gets hot easily, but hates being too cold.
Will fall asleep at her nap desk. Please pick her up and tuck her into bed.
Thatâs how it starts probably. She holds onto you in her sleep and mumbles something you canât make out. You wait and get a quiet âstayâŠdonât goâ. You stay.
This happens a few more times before your invited into her bed. You slept on the floor before to avoid making her uncomfortable.
Refuses to admit that she likes being the little spoon, but she has the best sleep when she feels safe and protected by someone she trusts deeply.
Likes to nap in the sun under her trees with you. The warmth and the smell of the fruit is relaxing.
Doesnât ask you to nap, just expects you to agree. Drags you to nap when sheâs had a bad day.
Please just hold her for a bit and listen to her rant about stuff. She appreciates it more then youâll ever know.
Usopp
Tries to act chill when you fall asleep on him for the first time.
Is smiling while trying to act annoyed like itâs an inconvenience (he feels so happy do NOT believe him)
Another one to fall asleep while creating. If you canât pull him away wrap a blanket around him and place a pillow under his head.
Usopp is a lonely guy, considering he didnât really have any friends before the straw hats (not including the Usopp pirates and Kaya).
If feels nice to be chosen
Likes to tell you stories (real and make believe) as your winding down to sleep.
Lights up when you smile or laugh because of him.
Makes it his goal to make you smile at least once before the end of the day. Even if itâs just an eye smile, he knows heâs made you happy, and that makes him happy.
LOVES late night talks. Doesnât matter what itâs about. Heâs happy to spend time with you.
Does his best not to wake you up in the morning if your not ready to wake up. Will save you some food (from Luffy) if your not awake yet.
Will be thinking of stories all day to tell you. Of course he tells the rest of the crew, mainly Chopper and Luffy, as well. But your late night talks hold a special place in his heart and day.
Is forever grateful you chose him as your best friend.
Sanji
Another one who has a hard time accepting affection (Zoro, and Robin too).
Happens after he has a nightmare about his family (this feels familiar ha).
You catch him up super late and ask him whatâs wrong.
He doesnât tell you right away (especially if itâs before Whole Cake) and gives a vague explanation of having a hard time sleeping.
You offer to help, and for some reason (sleep deprivation due to stress) he agrees.
You bring him back to bed and hold him. Heâs not used to being held and take a bit to relax and get comfortable. The last time someone held him like this was either Zeff or his mom. Probably his mom.
This repeats for about a week before he starts seeking you out. Heâs embarrassed about it at first but canât deny he does sleep better with you around.
At some point, you start waking up with him and keeping him company while he makes breakfast. Whether you help him or not depends on what heâs making.
You keep him entertained while he cooks, and he makes you a little extra as a thank you.
Of course heâll deny this if you bring it up, so if you want extra, just enjoy it.
He may tell you more about his dreams as time goes on, but nothing huge until you actually meet his family. Then he doesnât even need to tell you, you just know when heâs having a hard time and step up the comfort.
Heâs grateful to have such a wonderful crew to call his own.
Iâll probably do a part 2 with the rest of the straw hats later, but Iâm tired and want to post this already. The straw hats deserve some comfort with all that trauma.
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Bad Habits Kill You- pt2
Warnings: Domestic violence (not between you and marsh), mentions of cheating, drug dealing, drug use, mentions of cocaine, guns.
The winter light of the morning peered in through the raggedy shades as you poured the last of the pancake mix into the bowl. Ellie was coloring still in her pajamas with messy hair, the last page of her book, soon youâd have to find something else to occupy her.
Sara bounced joyfully in her play pen, having an adoring smile spread across her innocent face, she was going to be heartbreaker when she grew up that was for sure.
Somehow, same way you were safe for another month from being thrown out on the streets. Marshall brought in two months worth of rent in a week. You hadnât asked where heâs gotten it from nor did you want to know the answer so long as trouble wasnât coming around the house and your girls were safe.
The phone ringing reeled you from your thoughts as you set down Ellieâs plate, kissing her on her forehead, mentioning to eat up before picking up the phone.
âHello?â
âHey itâs me..â Fuck, Marshall would kill you right now if he was here, Andre seemed to only fuel his anger. He typically wasnât a jealous man, but perhaps he was because Andre had his shit together, his business was flourishing and maybe it was a bit odd that he kept you around with how much you had to call off or leave work early.
âI told you, you canât call here anymore.â You released a breath if relief that he at least called the house phone before the cell you shared with Marshall, surely he would have called by now had Andre called the phone.
âI just wanted to check in, see if you or the girls needed anything, is that so bad? Besides how am i supposed to get ahold of you for extra hours?â Well no it wasnât so bad, but in Marshallâs eyes it was. Andre was just a man trying to help and that hurt Marshallâs pride, he had never made a move on you personally, regardless of the nice comment he made to Ellie about you. Marshall didnât need help from another dude, he didnât want it, he didnât want help from no one because he knew how it was. People will always want something in return cause of favor, thatâs just how this town worked and he wanted no part of it if it meant a threat to his kids. He may be broke but there was another part to Andre he could see that you didnât.
âMommy who is that?â Ellie was always so curious as to what was going on around her, not that you blamed her there wasnât much for her to do around the house anymore.
âJust talking to an old friend baby.âÂ
Meanwhile Marshall was on the outskirts of town, cig hanging from his lips while his arms crossed waiting on the dude to fuckin show up.
Glancing down at the barely charged phone, the guy still had 5 minutes.
When a conspicuous black car rolled up, Marshall was immediately on edge. That bitch was expensive and aint nobody in this town could afford some shit like that.
When the man rolled down the window he sighed before huffing and puffing.
âWhat the fuck took you so long bro? Iâm out here freezin my fuckin balls off man!â The guy chuckled before getting out of his car. He was an old classmate of Marshallâs but heard about the trouble going around the block near his house.Â
âYou got what I asked for?âÂ
âMan, stop playin you know I always gotchu.â They both scanned out the area to ensure no one was around before Charles nodded off toward the car.
Typically he didnât do this, but with the events at the house, Andre tryna steal his girl and the break in, he had to do something, even if it wasnât necessarily right.
âYo you still usin?â This question alone, especially coming out of left field made Marshall suspicious, he didnât like sharing his shit around town, the less people knew about him the better.
âDepends, who wanna know?â
âChill man, shit.â He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a little baggy filled with white power.
âI know it ainât your usual but here take this, itâll take the edge off and keep you awake to watch yo baby girl, I know you care for her man.â He was hesitant at first, not having tried coke yet but he succumbed to his bad thoughts swiping the bag from the guy and pushing it deep into pant pocket.
He nodded off as a thanks, watching the man get back in his expensive ass car, shit he could only dream about.
Marshall walked through the door, smiling softly at the scene of you and Ellie fast asleep peacefully on the sofa covered in a blanket. Sara was up bouncing around, he was shocked she wasnât crying or anything hut boy did her smile light up when she saw her daddy.Â
He stepped around the creaks on the floor board carefully, setting down an envelope of cash down on the table before swooping up his baby girl delicately.
âDaddyâs hereâŠâ He patted Sara on the back softly, pecking her forehead repeatedly.
Her bright blue eyes sparkled in the dim light, reminding Marshall of why he did what he did. She made all the bad days worth it, she was just a piece of the boulder that was his family to keep him sane.
He walked around the room with her, eventually settling in her nursery, pulling out old photos of when your relationship was flourishing. Pointing Sara to herself in each photo. A couple shots of when she was first born in the hospital, Marshall remembering how happy you both were welcoming baby number two into the world.
Another portrait of this past christmas and her big blue eyes wide while she examined one of the stuffed rabbits you got her, her tiny hands grasping at the animal before whimpering.
He sniffed her bum seeing if she needed change but no, perhaps hungry.
Walking into the kitchen he took out the last baby bottle of milk, eventually sitting down on the recliner and reaching for a bib to place below the small of her chin. The room was quiet leaving Marshall alone with his thoughts once again. His eyes settling on your unconscious figure, holding Ellie closely to your chest, the scene washing guilt over him like a hurricane, knowing that he had lied and wasnât planning on going back to rehab anytime soon. The questions were soon to come about where the cash was coming from and why he wasnât attending meetings. His focus was on his kids, minimum wage jobs wouldnât pay shit and he wasnât about to work in a factory and risk having Andre babysit again, the manâs name fuels every fiber of hatred in his body. His goal was to protect his girls, his woman, that was it but shit there had to be some give in this vicious cycle he was putting himself through.
A knock at the door startled him from his thoughts, jolting you awake while Ellie stirred in her sleep.Â
âWhoâs at the door?â Your voice was as quiet as a mouse, Marshall passing you Sara in the process as he got up, looking through the shattered window from a fight he had with a guy on the block that went too far.
Looking through the peephole he was blindsided by the sight of his mom and her boyfriend, telling you to stay inside before closing the door softly.
âWhat I canât come inside?â He tucked his hands in his pockets, not in the mood for any shit as he shook his head staring blankly at the woman who made him.
âNot with him you ainât. Whenâs break up number seven, next week?â She rolled her eyes in response but still smiling softly, her boyfriend on the other hand already on edge. Theyâd never gotten along and they never will, Marshall still blamed him for being the reason his ma got into drugs.Â
âMy little rabbit, so full of testosterone. I just came to bring Ellie and Sara their presents, is that so bad?â If she stole them yeah it was, he had enough shit going on here he didnât want to add more to the list. Instead of arguing with her, he grabbed the bag from her hand, checking the gifts for any pricetags or names on them but not finding anything.
âI told you Iâm better now.â She looked back at her boyfriend who was staring off into the distance, kicking rocks and broken pieces of glass around.
Peaking through the window, you saw her taking a seat on the step. Glancing down at Sara who was falling asleep against your chest, you quickly but quietly put her down in her crib before swinging the door open, scaring her up from the wooden step, causing her to drop her cigarette in the process.
âI have two sleeping girls in here so if you are here to start shit, respectfully, please leave. I-â
âIâm handling it aight? Go back inside.â You shot daggers at Marshall before ignoring his request and coming out the door with your hands at your hips unimpressed at her bold attempt to think she could reconcile.
âY/N, I was just bringing them their gifts, thatâs it.â
âWhat nearly two months past?â She knew there was no getting on your good side after everything that happened when you were pregnant with Sara.
Marshall wanted to hear his mother out but at the same time was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He hadnât forgotten about her actions and would never forgive her for that but he just wanted to keep the peace for right now. He held his ground asking her to leave once more when no further words were exchanged between you, that was when her boyfriend Carl stepped in, as if he were in a position too.
âLook, donât act like you two are perfect people or perfect parents. People fuck up, who would no more about fuck ups than you Marshall right? Thatâs why your kidâs such a fuckin spoiled brat, why you living in a broke down trailer and workin the block right?â Marshall didnât notice your questioning expression, instead pushing past his mom and grasping at his hoodie, tackling him to the ground before throwing a ruthless punch. Carl missing the second hit and slapping him across the face. You and his mom rushed over to break up the fight but they were stronger than both of you put together.
The low life, waste of space grasped at Marshallâs collar both of them grunting and yelling before he pushed him through the door, Marshallâs back hitting the old, raggedy carpet jolting your kids awake.
âGet off of him!â You yanked at Carlâs collar and his natural response regardless of you gender was to swing back at you, only for that to be the tipping point of Marshall playing nice.
He forced his head up nudging into Carlâs forehead roughly before taking back control, straddling his motherâs boyfriend and punching into his face relentlessly.
âDonât you ever lay a hand on my fucking girl!â Finally pulling Marshall off of him, Carl stood up hastily, grasping his jaw and wiping at the blood on his face.
âCâmon, letâs go..â Carl didnât move still shooting daggers at Marshall as his heavy ragged breaths  and bloody nosy made it obvious who won this fight.  With eyebrows raised and crossing your arms, irritation set in as you were exactly right somehow, someway this would turn into trouble, it always has when it came to those two.
âWhatever, enjoy your fuckin miserable life with your two bastards and whore of a girlfriend. Iâm sure sheâd let me tap that anytime, isnât that right sweetheart?â He winked at you, Marshall jolting forward to hit him again but your hands rested on his shoulder pulling him back to reality.
âThis isnât worth it, he isnât worth it baby..â The elephant in the room became obvious to his mother, knowing that now it was best to leave. Nothing was improving and Carl was trying to be a better man but all her little rabbit did was antagonize him in her eyes.
When they finally left and the door closed, the screen fell off the hinge, yet another thing to repair, just what you needed.
Marshall was hit with a wave of emotions when he saw his little girl cowering under the table, tears rushing down her heated cheeks while she covered her ears from the fighting.
He got down to her level on his hands and knees, softening his facial features to ensure her he meant no harm and the fighting was done.
âBaby câmere. Theyâre gone, itâs alright, itâs okay.â Her little bottom lip quivered, her body shaking from the frightening scene. Her daddy was scary when he was mad but heâd never, ever lay a hand on her. After a moment she slowly crawled over to him, grasping at his shirt while she continued to weep into the crook of his neck.
You rushed to a screaming and crying Sara, cradling her close to your chest while your hand rubbed soothing, delicate circles into her little back, cooing endless reassurances that her mommy was here and everything was okay now.
You and Marshall exchanged a look of grief and sorrow mixed with a hint of aggravation that it was the same old shit on a different day. Were your girls ever going to grow up without the chaos and the hurdles life seemed to hit you with repeatedly.
This wasnât the right time to discuss your relationship problems at the moment, instead setting the bullshit aside and focusing on your girls.
After getting them settled, Marshall walked to the corner store, picking up some dino nuggets and orange juice for their dinner, finally getting them to relax.
Once Ellie was occupied nearly crashing on the couch, you noticed Marshall still sitting at the kitchen table with his headphones on and a paper and pen in hand, you couldnât help but let your mind wander about the money situation, how was he bringing it in without a job? Carlâs comment lingered in your mind but you took what the guy said with a grain of salt. No. It had to be something else.
Where was it coming from? Granted earlier in the day you were determined to leave the conversation alone, but it needed to be had soon.
Picking Ellie up carefully, you placed her in the bed in your room, still nervous about allowing her to sleep in her own room since her belongings were stolen.
As you passed by him with her tired head resting on your shoulder, you tapped him on the shoulder jolting him from his thoughts. You simply nodded toward the bedroom, indicating you were gonna try to get some shut eye since you had a double tomorrow due to work being slow and not needing you today.
A few hours later he waited until you were asleep, getting off the mattress lightly to not wake you or Ellie, kissing her on the head caringly before heading outside to the car. Checking his surroundings, he huffed grabbing the shiny black object Charles lent him from the glovebox.
Looking around once more, he tucked it into the pocket of his hoodie. He stayed in the drivers seat lighting a cigarette as his hands were shaking from how long heâd gone without any drugs.
Grasping the baggie, he stared at the white powder in the streetlight shining through the windshield, the glow of itâs threatening presence merely urging him to do it right here right now.
Opening it up, he spread the thin powder into a line on the center console, reverting to a old receipt on the floorboard as a way to snort it, he didnât wanna risk getting it on the cash he was going to give the landlord.
The instant rush of euphoria and energy taking him by surprise, leaving him nearly breathless.
He found himself just starinf blanklessly out the windshield, watching a stray cat run across the street before shaking his head and going back inside before you woke up and wondered where he was.
Before he layed back down, he hid the gun underneath the mattress before resorting back to the table after finding it difficult to even think about sleeping with the new found surge of energy.
#marshall mathers x reader#slim shady x reader#eminem x reader#eminem imagine#marshall mathers imagine#slim shady imagine#eminem#marshall mathers#ranaewrites
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Hiiii I love your writing! May I request some MK and Wukong who are their normal selves until the reader gets threatened/hurt/captured/idk and they go absolutely ballistic
DUDE I FUCKING LOVE MK SO MUCH HE'S LIKE MY FAVORITE MAIN CHARACTER NEXT TO LLOYD GARMADON AND AANG... BABY....
I got you bro
WARNING: SEMI-GRAPHIC DEPICTION OF BLOOD AND VIOLENCE! THERE ARE ALSO SPOILERS FOR S4 SPECIAL! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
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WUKONG
-First off, Wukong loves you so fucking much that it physically hurts him sometimes. Not in the 'oh im in pain', but more in the 'heart repeatedly struck by cupid's arrow'.
-Or maybe that just makes him a simp, idk
-Wukong definitely takes you nice but casual places- be it quiet but quality diners, a picnic in his hidden grotto, a field of flowers to relax in (read: a field that he uses so that he can nap on your legs and cuddle you while basking in the sun)- just the whole nine yards, really
-So imagine his indescribable rage when he finds you've been kidnapped, and later follows your scent (he has it memorized by this point, plus he scents you, its obvious that he can find you) to see you getting attacked by demons, your clothes ripped and fresh wounds that drip droplets of crimson to the beautiful flowers and green grass below, staining them red.
-And just like that, Wukong fucking lost it- he flew off the handle so hard that his mind blacked out, and he only 'came too' when the demons were half dead covered in their own blood, his hands and claws stained the very same crimson.
-As soon as Wukong came too, he's checking you over worriedly, careful not to aggravate your wounds further.
-He didn't even notice his glamours dropped until you said something, and before he could even attempt to slip them back on, you cup his cheek and tell him how beautiful he is, both with and without the glamours.
-You even smiled, "Your eyes really do gleam like rubies and gold, huh?"
-Wow, way to catch his heart again, damn.
-...Wukong stops wearing glamours around you, dropping them as soon as the two of you are alone, and he's always cuddling you in some way or form.
-He will not lose you again.
-He refuses too.
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MK / QI XIAOTIAN
-First off, let's get it out of the way that MK is the most loving and sappy boyfriend ever, who is either rizzing you up or being controlled by his anxiety. It depends, really.
-He's always doing the most basic but sappy couple stuff, and despite how cheesy it all is, it's genuinely flattering.
-MK is also incredibly protective of you- he tries not to control you with his protective instincts, and let's you do as you please because you're his beloved, and you deserve to do as you please.
-You're both adults! It's fine! He can handle this!
-He cannot.
-It's post S4 when MK gets notified of a demon causing problems, and goes to take care of it when he sees who the demon has as a hostage.
-You. Chained up, with ripped clothes, deep cuts, and teary eyes.
-Oh, MK fucking loses it.
-He goes full monkey at the drop of a dime, and is scratching and punching the villain (the bastard) that dares hurt his beloved.
-MK is a merciful hero that loves to help!
-But even HE has a limit to his compassion and mercy.
-Once the villain is gone, MK picks you up and just... holds you in his arms, hissing and just staring people down if they come anywhere near you- his tail curled around your leg and puffed, eyes slit and ready to attack at any given moment.
-It takes nearly an hour to get through to him, but when you do, you're treated by Sandy as MK sobs in your lap about not protecting you well enough, while you simple pet his hair gently, careful not to tug or snag on his hair as you stroke it.
-MK... is a lot more protective of you from then on- but he doesn't force himself into your activities. More so watches than anything else.
-If it keeps you safe, he'll do whatever he needs too.
#lmk x reader#lmk x y/n#nilo dabbles#sun wukong x reader#writing prompt#writing requests#mk x reader#tw: violence#nilo doodles#lmk mk x reader
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We can have Andrew and Ashley (separately) dating reader who is a singer/guitarist in a Punk rock band, who has a somewhat cynical, indifferent personality but is quite kind when you get to know her.
But there is a problem, she is possessed by a demon and needs to kill or drink human blood to survive (just like that movie Jennifer Body feat. Megan Fox)
Friggin love Jenniferâs Body- hell yeah anon!
Ashley and Andrew Graves x Possessed Punk Rock!Reader
Andrew Graves
You met Andrew after he went to watch your band play. He came up to you after the show and started up a conversation with you.
You were the best part of the band in his personal opinion
Youâd heard this all before, and like always you went along to get on his good graces
Honestly- you had full intention of eating him until he started some playful banter with you
You both just bounced off of each other so well
âAlright, so- itâs the zombie apocalypse and you have to team up with 2 other people at this bar.â Andrew was leaning against the bar, he phrased it like such a serious question, âWho you picking?â
âHmmmmâŠâ you hummed, turning your attention to the cluster of people, âProbably that guy-â you nod towards one muscly frat dude chatting with his equally muscular friends, âHe looks like he could punch some zombies. Dumb and fearless, ya know?â
Andrew chuckled, âAhhh, so youâre into beefy dudes, huh?â
You gave him a deadpan stare before rolling your eyes and smirking a little, âNah, if anything heâd be a sacrifice to the undead horde. Iâm more into sickly looking emo dudes.â
A small blush painted Andrewâs cheeks, he turned to look at the crowd, âSoooo- does that mean Iâm on your apocalypse team?â
âNot in the slightest,â you leant back on the bar stool, âItâs about survival, and no offense hun- but youâre usually the first to die in those kinds of movies.â
Andrew dramatically clutched his chest, giving a faux harmed expression. You playfully shove him to wipe the look off his face. He laughed a little as he sat back up in his stool.
âAlright, alright-â you wave your hand towards him, âYou can join my apocalypse team. Weâll team up to sacrifice the big dude.â
âYouâre too kind.â
He was fun to talk to, what can ya say?
You ended up feasting on that frat bro after Andrew left- but not without giving you his number
You two hung out a bit after that- and Andrew became a regular at your shows
You even started inviting him to rehearsals to sit and watch
You make him a shirt with the bandâs name on it as a joke- but he wears it constantly.
Heâs a dork, but soon enoughâŠhe becomes your dork <3
Which is why you were nervous to tell him the truth about you
ââŠ.Iâm sorry youâre what?â
You winced at his words. There- was no easy way of telling him this, but- you donât know. It feels like the right thing to inform your partner youâre actually possessed by a demon and crave human flesh and blood.
âIâm possessed by a demon,â You turn away from his, rubbing your arm anxiously, âIt- happened when I was 17. Some fucks tried to offer me as a sacrifice to a demon to make them famous and- well, now we know the reason virgins are sacrificed for demon deals.â
Andrew blinked, and a silence fell between you two. He turned away from you, his eyes fixed on the ground,
ââŠ.you know my sister is friends with a demon.â
You scrunched up your nose in confusion, turning to give him a look of âWhat the fuck?â
He held his hands up defensively, âHey I donât know! What else was I supposed to say?!â
âI donât know!â You threw a throw pillow at him, âYouâre the first person Iâve told!â
Andrew caught the pillow, placing it gingerly on his lap, âWell- Iâm not a stranger to this wholeâŠdemon stuff. Canât say Iâve dated one thoughâŠâ
Your eyes widened. You looked at him in disbelief, âYou- still want to date me?â
âWell- yeah.â He shrugged as if it wasnât obvious, âYouâre not gonna eat me- Iâd assume at least.â
âNah,â you gave him a small smirk, âNot enough meat on ya.â
You received a pillow to the face in response to that. You broke out into soft laughter, Andrew shortly joining in. ThisâŠwent better than you thought it would.
From then on Andrew helped you with finding food. Heâd scan for potential meals at your shows and direct you to them after.
He seems way too experienced in this sort of thing
Ashley Graves
That relatable moment when youâre about to feast on this guy, but this cute goth chick was about to sacrifice him to a whole other demon <3
After a show you had planned on following this couple and devouring them both- you were really hungry
Low and behold- the girl led her date into the woods and summoned a whole ass demon to take his soul
She noticed your presence as she was getting ready to move the body and-
ââŠ.sup.â
She said that as if trying to move the soulless body of a grown ass man in the middle of the woods was the most normal thing in the world. You were- dumbfounded honestly. Apparently you were staring for too long, as the woman dropped the corpseâs arms and crossed her own,
âYou gonna scream- or are we going to be chill about this?â She tapped her foot as she glared at you, âDonât make me offer another soul to my friend.â
âHa! Good luck with that-â you stepped out of the bushes, shaking off any leaves that stuck to your pants, âYour friend would just be confused why youâre offering them their own kind.â
She looked you up and down, her eyes narrowed with suspicion.
âYeah- look. Iâm possessed- and I was following you and that boy toy of yours to have some dinner.â You pointed to the corpse between you two, âSo Iâll do you a favor and get rid of this body for you.â
The woman rubbed her chin, looking down at the body. She then grinned deviously, âHmmmâŠyou mind if I join you?â
Your eyes widened. Was- she being serious? Did she want to chow down on this guy with you?
Apparently she could notice your confusion and shrugged, âWell I was going to eat him anyway. Was thinking of grilling him- some salt, oregano, paprika as seasoning. Help me carry him and youâve got yourself a 5 star meal.â
This has to be the most insane woman youâve ever met. Is this what love feels like?
âSure thing-â you reach down, hoisting the manâs arm around your shoulder, âNames Y/N.â
âAshley Graves.â Ashley made no effort to help you carry the body, just leading you along as your struggled.
And thus started a beautiful friendship!
Ashley sacrifices a soul, you two eat the soulless body. Win-Win!
As you hang out more outside of your hunts, Ashley learns about your band
Sheâs not happy that you have friends outside of her, but she goes to your show anyway
She claimed that everyone sucked except for you
âWe should just eat them,â Ashley suggested, her chin rested on your shoulder.
You glance at her before speaking, âNo can do- Iâm not eating my band mates.â
âFine-â she huffed, shoving you away from her, âThen I will!â
âAshley- No-â you groan, turning around to look at the currently pouting woman, âLook, I have a life outside of you ya know- donât like it, donât come to the shows. Nothing wrong with keeping things professional between us.â
Ashley went quiet at that. She hugged herself, turning away from you.
ââŠwhat if I donât want to be professional?â She muttered, just loud enough for you to catch.
You blinked down at her, âYou- what?â
âWe get each other! I want to keep doing this, and I donât want those âbandmatesâ getting in the way.â She glared up at you, âYouâŠYou like me too, right?â
You did. Youâd be lying if you didnât find her general unhinged-ness hot, but you couldnât kill your band.
âHey, look-â your voice went soft as you took Ashleyâs hands into your own, âIâŠlike you too Ashley, but weâre not eating my band. If Iâve been ignoring you for them, Iâll- cancel rehearsal tomorrow so we can go do something. Just us. Sound good?â
A small smile formed on Ashleyâs face as she nodded, âYeahâŠthatâd be great.â
You may be the possessed one here, but Ashley Graves is a whole other level
#the coffin of andy and leyley#ashley graves#andrew graves#andrew graves x reader#ashley graves x reader#x reader
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Hi! Could I please request Leighton x reader where the reader is Whitneyâs teammate on the soccer team and they have an away game and they end up getting sick during the game so Whitney calls Leighton and they pick them up and take them home and take care of them and itâs super fluffy.
I meant to
Leighton Murray x reader
âDamn bro, you look like shitâ Whitney said as you arrived at the parking lot where the rest of the team was. As soon as the words left her mouth you frantically looked around.
âShhhhâ you grumbled, checking around you one more. âLeighton wanted to come say goodbye and I donât want her to know. So can you stop talking so damn loudâ your bag hit the ground with a loud thud, making Willow turn around.
âWhy? Dude, donât tell me you were out getting drunk and cheated on herâ she was half joking and half scared about what might be wrong with you.
âObviously⊠not. Who do you think I am?! I had a real bad migraine yesterday and I couldnât sleep, I still have one. Shit just doesnât go awayâ you explained to the two who gave you a sympathetic smile. Willow also dealt with migraines and it was more than once that Whitney had to hold your hair while you threw up due to them. But it wasnât unusual that they were a telltale sign of something else coming.
âGirl is comingâ willow warned you as she saw Leighton come towards you.
âHey, I just wanted to say goodbye. Iâm so sorry that I cant come to watchâ the blonde said as she pulled you a bit further away so you could talk in private.
âItâs alright, I get itâ you told her, mustering up the best smile you could. You didnât want her to worry about you since she had a lot to do.
âSo, go and win that thing. We will celebrate when you get back okay?â There was a moment of silence where she just looked at you, her eyes studying you which made you panic. You tried to look as happy and healthy as you could which wasnât really working. âAre you feeling alright? You look kinda ill babyâ she added as she stepped closer to you, her hands finding your face.
âItâs okay, Iâm just a bit nervous. So, you were talking about celebrating when I come back?â You grinned which made her giggle too. You wrapped your arms around her waist to pull her closer.
âYouâll do great, you always do. I will see you in four days okay?â You pressed a couple of soft kisses to her lips, she wasnât the biggest fan of pda so you tried to keep it down.
âY/n, we gotta goâ the coach screamed making both you and Leighton roll your eyes. You slightly turned to tell her that you were coming.
This time the blonde pressed a more passionate kiss to your lips before letting you go. âYou sure you alright?â She questioned again, feeling like something was wrong.
âYeah, Iâll text you when we arrive okay? Love youâ you pressed a kiss to her temple before walking to the bus.
âGood luck, love you tooâ
You fell into the seat next to Whitney, your head immediately falling to her shoulder. The girl sighed, she knew that you probably shouldnât play and should stay home in your bed but she also knew how important these games were to you and if it was just a headache you should be okay. Willow nudged Whitney when they were 3/4th of the way to see if you were still asleep, and you were. Plus, your head started to feel warmer over time and your phone was going off non stop. They assumed it was Leighton who was trying to chat with you during one of her courses.
Once they arrived you were carefully shaken awake, the two girls giving you a soft smile. âWe are here, sleepyhead. Are you sure youâre up for this?â Willow asked, if they were only here for one game she wouldnât have said anything and let you power through. But since there were some Postponements you had to play two games in one day.
âYes, Iâm fine. I just need a bit of water and an aspirin and Iâll be fine. I promiseâ you gave them a smile before looking at your phone. âDamn, but before Iâll be calling my very angry and concerned girlfriendâ they laughed as you scurried of to talk to Leighton.
âDamn, look whoâs backâ one of your teammates laughed as you came into the locker room after your call with Leighton. You offered a polite laugh as you got your stuff out of your bag and started to change.
The coach and the team were amazed by how you powered through the first 20 minutes of the game but it was obvious how quickly you let up, your movements were uncontrolled and it was clear that you had problem running straight. âTime outâ the coach called out quickly when she saw your legs bend in a weird way. Jenna and another teammate quickly caught you as they were closest to you. âY/n? You alright?â Jenna asked to keep you concise as best as possible.
You mumbled out something incoherent as they half carried you to the side of the field. âDoes anyone know if her parents live nearby? I donât want her to stay out here for the next two gamesâ the coach asked into the group but before anyone could answer you spoke up.
âNo! Itâs okay, I just need a power bar and a painkiller and I can go backâ Whitney shook her head, her phone already in her hand so she could call your girlfriend. She wasnât sure if Leighton was going to pick you up but if the blonde found out that you were ill and she didnât tell her sheâd be dead.
âThe only place youâre going is home y/l/n, you did really good. But now itâs time to get better ok?â Willow said, her hand rubbing your back in a comforting manner.
âLeighton?â Whitney spoke into her phone after going somewhere more quiet. She knew that Leighton would freak out a bit and it would be easier to calm her if she could hear what she was saying.
âWhit? Is everything alright? Did you guys already win?â Her voice was happy until she realized that her roommates mood was off. âWhitney?â She questioned again.
âEverything is okay, Leigh. Itâs just that⊠well y/n seems to be ill, she nearly broke down on the field but-â she didnât even have the opportunity to finish as the blonde started talking.
âIm coming to get her. Iâll be there in an hour, one and a half maxâ and with that the phone call was over. The football player sighed, she knew that the other girl wasnât thinking rationally. It takes at least 2 and a half hours to get to them, with the bus it was a lot longer. But still, there was no way sheâd make it in such short notice.
âHer girlfriend will pick her up, said sheâll be here in an hour and a half, but I think it will be more like 2 and a halfâ she told the coach as you laid on a bank, a towel was covering your face to shield your face from the brightness of the sun. You must have fallen asleep as the next thing you knew was a hand carefully shaking you awake.
âY/n, babe, you gotta wake upâ you immediately perked up when you heard your girlfriendâs voice, removing the cover from your face and sitting up. The fast motion wasnât the greatest thing as a wave of nausea and dizziness overcame you. âYou alright?â Her hand quickly found your forehead, a sigh leaving her when she felt how warm it was.
âYeah, itâs okay. You didnât have to comeâ you insisted but your protest was weak which showed her that you must really feel shitty. You hated it when other people could see your weak side so youâd fight a lot more if you had the energy.
âWe will talk about this later, now come on. The car is waitingâ she carefully pulled you up before Jenna grabbed your other arm to help her get you to the car. Whitney carried your bag and said her goodbye before returning to the field.
âDonât loose idiotâ you grinned weakly which made her laugh.
Once you sat in the car and Leighton made sure you had everything you might need, water, pills, a bag to throw up, some food and a blanket she gave the driver a sign. The car started to roll and you were out like a light. The blonde took the middle seat so you could rest against her, your head leaning onto her shoulder. Every now and then she pressed a kiss to your head while her hand rubbed your arm. Sadly, your temperature didnât seem to go down and every now and then a cough left your mouth.
Leighton felt bad about waking you up but the car stopped and her bed was way more comfortable than the car. âBaby, cmon we are here. Letâs get you to bed huh?â You weakly opened your eyes and gave her a nod before crawling out of the car. You tried to grab your bag but the girl was quicker as she slung it over her shoulder, her hand grabbing yours as she pulled you along. âI know this sucks but I want you to take a shower before you go to bed. You sweated a lot on the field and I think itâd be good for youâ she explained as she pulled out some of the clothes you had at hers.
After a quick shower and a lot of whining from your side, Leigh blowdried your hair and then got you back to bed. âNeed anything else?â She asked as you pulled the covers over yourself, a bottle of water and everything else you might need on the side table. You shook your head which made her smile at her accomplishment. She never really took care of someone else as she never had a real partner but she seemed to do a good job. So she quickly changed into some more comfortable clothes and crawled into bed with you.
âNoâ you mumbled and scooted away from her which confused her. She tried again but again you scooted further away which was really hard in the small bed.
âWhat why?â
âYouâll get ill, tooâ it was hard to understand what you said as your whole face was pressed into the pillow but since the bed was so small she was close enough.
âYouâre being stupid! If I get sick it was worth it, so now let me cuddle you until you feel better. We both know you want toâ she grinned at the last part and wiggled her eyebrows which made you smile too.
âYou sure?â As she nodded again you scooted back so you could cuddle into her. Her arms wrapped around you as your head rested on her chest. âThank you for taking care of meâ you pressed a light kiss to the hoodie she was clad in before closing your eyes again.
After a couple of hours, Leighton decided to call Kimberly and ask her if she could bring you two something to eat from Sips. Of course sheâd rather eat, well anything else, but then sheâd have to get up and wake you. So sips it was.
âKimberly, hey, can you bring y/n and me something from the cafe? Preferably a soup for her, she came down with the flu and is now sleeping in my bed. I donât wanna leave herâ she mumbled into the phone, careful not to wake you. Even though she was sure that the pills knocked you out so bad that even a bomb wouldnât have woken you.
âSure, Iâll be there in like half an hour to an hour is that okay?â
âYes, thank you a lot. Iâll Venmo you the moneyâ
About an hour later there was a soft knock on the door before her roommate entered the room. âHey, I got her a noodle soup, a tea and a sandwich just in case she was hungry after the game. And I got you a burrito, without meat this time and a coffeeâ Kimberly explained as she gave Leighton the things she bought. After she thanked her and venmoed the money the brunette left the room again.
âAm I smelling soup?â You whispered with a rough voice as your girlfriend woke you up. Your throat hurt worse than before and your headache was still painfully present but at least your temperature seemed to go down.
âYeah, Kimberly brought it. Now sit up so you can eat something. Oh, she got you a tea tooâ she helped you up and propped a pillow behind your back to make it more comfortable. Once you were situated she handed you the container of soup and a spoon before starting to eat herself. She looked over to see you staring at the liquid, the spoon dipping in and out without touching your mouth. âWhatâs wrong?â She asked as she turned towards you.
You only sent her a shy smile which made her study your face deeper. âScared that itâs going to hurt?â You gave her a nod and she send you a sad smile. âBut you gotta eat something, please? Just try itâ you felt bad about worrying her so you gave her a nod and put the spoon to your mouth.
After a bit of a fight, you ate the whole soup and drank your tea while watching your comfort movie. The duvet was pulled up to your chin and your head rested in Leighton lap while she scratched your scalp with one hand, the other one playing on her phone. It got later and later as you drifted in and out of consciousness. At one point you felt your girlfriend leave the bed for about 10 minutes before she returned, this time laying next to you.
âGood night, wake me up if you need anything ok?â She told you as her hand rubbed your back and her lips pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.
You gave her a nod, even though you knew that you werenât going to. âI love youâ you answered instead, moving your head up so you could send her a tired smile which she returned. âI love you tooâ
The next time you woke up it was around 7/8 a.m. and both you and Leighton were more than happy that it was a Saturday. Your throat still hurt and the headache was still there, plus your cough hasnât left completely but your temperature seemed to be around normal again. âGood morningâ the girl you used as a pillow said as she stretched as best as she could with you on top of her.
âGood morningâ you rasped out as your head rested on her chest again.
âHow are you feeling?â The back of her hand carefully pressed against your forehead to feel your temperature as she asked.
âBetter, a lot actually. Thanks to you alone loveâ Leighton had to say, she was really proud of herself. She alone nursed you to become better.
âNo problem, I just which you had told me earlier. Like when I asked you that morningâ she admitted, she felt bad about bringing it up while you were still ill but she wanted to get it off of her chest. You gave her a sigh before scooting away so you could look at her.
âIâm sorry. I meant to, I really did but I knew you would have made me stay at home, which in retrospect would have been smarter, but I didnât wanna leave the team aloneâ you explained as you studied her face, hop on that sheâd understand you.
âI get it, but this was really dangerous you idiot. And then you wanted to go back on the field after you almost passed out? You gotta set boundaries for yourselfâ you knew she was right and you hated it.
âWell, if youâre always going to take care of me like this when Iâm ill Iâll look forward to itâ you joked as you pulled her into you.
âGlad to see that you feel better. But what are we thinking about sleeping for another hour or two?â You gave her a happy nod and settled back into the bed to get another hour of sleep. Your heart fluttered at the way she held you, not once did you have a partner who cared for you as deeply as Leighton did and you really hoped that she knew how much you cared about her too.
âI love youâ you mumbled into her as her breath evened out. You couldnât wait until you were healthy again so you could kiss her again.
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hey so how do you think the turtles rottmnt would deal with having a s/o and Casey slips up a âMr/Mrs Hamatoâ to the s/o and it dawns on s/o right away what that means and if their turtle picks up on it and brings it up. S/o remains silent until then with yes or no answers when usually theyâre way more talkative. S/o is like âDonât you dare start. Weâre on mission and weâre too young to be talking about this right nowâ Makes it sound like itâs an option when theyâre both 30 or something, but theyâre panicking by hearing this news right now, theyâre making excuses not to talk about it, and they clearly need time to process it? đ (s/o does want to marry their turtle eventually, but this news freaked them out. Even the krang alien didnât freak them out as much as knowing they get married to their boyfriend does).
HAISKEKEKR YES
Rise!Turtles when Casey Jr calls their s/o âMs/Mr/Mx Hamatoâ
Donnie
Donnie would probably do a double takeâŠthen a triple take
Bros just standing there likeđ€šâtf?â
When he finally processes it, he corrects Casey
âAh, but that is where you are wrong. (Name) isnât my spouse. Weâre just in a romantic relationship, but not legally married.â
Yeahhh he goes into the technical stuff about it
Casey explains itâs just habit since you and Donnie hang out a lot
Eventually Donnie doesnât seem to care, sometimes he might use it to tease even
âYes, I would agree thatâs a good plan. And how about you, Ms/Mr/Mx Hamato? What say thee?â
Not quite as flustered but more in the confused side of things
Leo wouldnât stop teasing him, Raph occasionally would tease
Mikey is just doing little happy stims in the corner because of how adorable he thinks it is
(Donnie likes it but will never on Galileoâs name admit it)
Mikey
Seems confused at first but wraps an arm around your shoulder before explaining
âOh! No, weâre not married! Not yet, at least. (Name) is just my partner!â
Istg heâs so wholesome about this I canât-
Heâd use it but not in a teasing way (50/50 he will whisper it just to see your reaction)
The others seemed confused considering Mikey was the youngest of them all and there was no way they could even imagine him getting married at that age
Even they correct Casey, again explaining that you two were only dating
Mikey does get used to it but always gets excited to hear it, clinging onto you tightly and giggling
Leo
SMUG. ASS. BITCH.
Bro grins from ear to ear, nodding
âMs/Mr/Mx Hamato~? Damn, I never thought youâd love me so much as to take my last name~?â
Yeah you bonked him over the head with your phone after that
(He whinedâŠA LOT)
Heâs constantly teasing you about it, like 24/7 constantly
There have been a few times where heâs accidentally said it without realizing and it has confused literally everyone in the room
Like he says it on accident and theyâre all just âđ§â
He didnât even notice! He just thought you guys were quiet!
Later in the day he does realize it and then face palms himself while his face heats up
Sometimes if the others tease him and heâs had too much of it heâll bury his head into your neck </3
Raph
My big man Raph
The dude
The guy
The silly
He just corrects Casey, doesnât even feel flustered
Okay maybe a bitâŠ
No heâs very flustered
He wonât admit the thoâŠ(ids obvious he is)
Raph would correct him and probably wouldnât tease you
If he would it would probably be after a long day of fighting and you both would be too exhausted to even think too much about it
âJeezâŠYou did good todayâŠMs/Mr/Mx HamatoâŠâ
You looked at him confused bc like
Did your sweet innocent kind caring Angel of a boyfriend tease you?
If youâre too quiet afterwards he might think he said something wrong so donât do that </3
He really doesnât mind the whole thing but honestly he has thought about it being a real thing one day
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Thank you so much for your request! Feel free to leave something else if youâd like! Have a wonderful day/night!! <33333
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DaveFarts - Episode 30 âGross The Lineâ [Episode List] After Dave rips a couple of his well-known huge farts on his face, Tim finds the guts to ask his gassy bro something...
POV: Tim
Gross The Line
This Friday night we had no plans (once youâre past 30, this is usually considered a win).
Both me and Dave, after a tough week of work, decided to stay at home and apparently our buds had the same idea as no one wanted to do anything. To be completely honest, Dave did have something resembling a plan for tonight: Dana, his girlfriend, was coming here for the weekend, nothing new by a long shot, but Dave still wanted to give our small house what passes for a âcleaning sessionâ.
To be fair, both me and Dave know how to manage this sort of stuff, with Dave actually being much more organised than he seems.Â
Each day of this past week, we decided to do our chores after we were done working.
Speaking of which, since I worked from home, I was simply wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, while my roommate sported his usual dark brown hoodie and a pair of dark blue, almost grey, loose sagging jeans.
After doing the living room, the kitchen and the bathroom (on different days, nonetheless), weâre now cleaning his bedroom: we made the (king-sized) bed, sorted Daveâs wardrobe a bit, all that kind of stuff we had to do regardless of our guests anyway (and Dana was very chill anyway).Â
We kind of lost rack of time, but given we started right after we finished working, it was around 6:30 PM, late-ish afternoon basically.
âWe still got plenty of time.â I remarked, while folding a t-shirt.
âYep.â Dave replied. âWe could make a mess and still have time to clean up, if you know what I mean.â he winked at me, glancing at his king-sized bed.
âWell, you are pretty fast.â I made fun of him.
His response was a pair of socks harmlessly hitting my face.
âI see youâre done with those.â I sarcastically said as I picked them up.
âYeah, the wardrobeâs pretty much done, thanks.â he said, as I handed the last t-shirt to him.
Honestly, we did a pretty good job. This wasnât the first time we did this kind of stuff at all, but I was impressed by how fast we got things done this time.
âLetâs make this last.â I stated, admiring how clean the room was.
Dave stood next to me, arms crossed. âYep. It smells good, even!â
âYes it doe- I canât believe I fell for it.â
My friend just casually ripped a monstrously loud 3 second fart, the sound easily silencing my voice. He winked at me again, with a smug smile, knowing very well that, well, I appreciated.
âPlease donât ruin everything weâve done.â I jokingly begged him.
âHey!â he stated, faking an assertive tone. âMy bedroom, my rules.â
A moment of silence, then I heard him sniffing the air around him.
âBut yeahâŠâ he admitted, trying not to laugh. âThat was terrible.â
The stench reached both of our nostrils and, believe it or not, it was bad. Yes, I have a fart kink, but some things can be too much to handle even for me, and to be honest Iâm here more for the amazing loud sounds.
Dave opened the window just a bit so the bedroom wonât stink like rotten meat when Dana steps in later.
âUnless your ass has more things to say, that should be enough.â I said, looking at him and the window.
My bro shook his head in response and laughed a bit.
âDude if you want to hear more farts you can just ask for it ya know.â He casually said as if it was the most normal thing in the world. âYou know I donât care.â he then added, as he walked past me to check his phone on the bed, again so casually it almost confused me. Was he being sarcastic or not?
A moment of silence, as I needed a moment to understand what he meant.
Again, I do have a fart kink but⊠I wasnât asking for anything. Hell, even though itâs been more than a year since he found out and accepted me, I never ever even had the guts to properly ask him for, well, a âfart sessionâ, because at this point thatâs what often happens between us. Weâd go days or even weeks without face-farting (even though Iâd hear him farting A LOT, either to tease me or just randomly like bros do), then Dave would just straight-up âbullyâ me by being the most amazing and open-minded straight gassy bro in the world.Â
A blessing and a curse at the same time.
âI wasnât asking for anything.â I stated.
Dave snorted and smiled, eyes glued on the phone. âYeah⊠sure.â
I admit I felt a bit⊠am I in the position to say âoffendedâ?Â
I⊠I donât want him to think that heâs my bro because of, well, this kinky stuff.Â
I stepped closer to him. âAgain: I wasnât asking.â
âDude.â he looked up to me. âItâs fine. Weâre good.â he laughed.
A few moments of silence, interrupted by my friendâs tapping on his phone. I didnât like this atmosphere. Was I being an asshole? Dave was just being⊠so casually open-minded about my gross kink and thatâs how I thank him? By thinking ill of him?
He doesnât care⊠and yet some times I almost wish that heâd did.
Maybe I just like drama?
I decided to break the tension (which wasnât even there, but anxiety took me over quickly).
âWell⊠what if I was asking⊠not that I wasâŠâ I tried to say.
Daveâs only response was just turning to me again, listening with a bored, yet amused-ish look on his face.
âIâd never ask you.â I finally said, after stuttering a bit more.
My friend shook his head again, amused by my response.
âOkay⊠thanks for sharing. Very interesting.â he said, sarcastically.
I took a deep breath. âIâd never ask because...â
Dave narrowed his eyes and interrupted me with the muffled sound of another loud fart, another quick thunder, lasting âonlyâ 5 seconds. Despite having his denim, sagging ass glued to the bed, the roar could still be heard clearly. At least the stench was trapped there⊠for the most part.
âGood one.â I tried to joke. Then went back to being a stuttering idiot. âIâd never ask becauseâŠâ
My friend interrupted me again, this time by standing up and stepping towards me, looking annoyed but still weirdly amused.
âYes yes because you donât want me to think that weâre bros only because youâre a kinky bastard and I just happen to be the fart king, right? Is this what youâre trying to say? Is that correct?â
I just remained silent and took a deep breath⊠inhaling some of the stench that used to be trapped under Daveâs ass.
âBro I told you a million times that I donât care.â he laughed. âI do appreciate that you donât ask.â he admitted âBut⊠that wonât stop me from destroying your face.âÂ
That⊠that didnât go into the direction I thought it would.
âSorry.â I simply said.
Dave just laughed at how⊠needlessly stupid I was being.
âAlright. Looks like weâre gonna make a mess after all.âÂ
He stared at me with a smirk. He then quickly grabbed my arms and tripped me over so I could fell on his bed.
âBro, itâs fine, sorry I sai-â I tried to say, actually trying not to laugh.
âHey, my bedroom, my rules.â he remarked, stepping on the bed, easily towering over me.
He took a few steps and after I ended up with my head between his feet, he made sure to align his sagging ass with my face, so he could squat down and just use my nose as a pillow to rest his ass on.
The denim was rough and beautiful to look at, the seams and textures of his jeans tickling my face. I took a deep whiff and I could smell the stench of his previous farts. Since he was sagging, my nose also brushed against his red sweaty underwear, the only thing between my nose and his powerful anus.
After a few seconds of silence, he stopped moving and ripped a huge blast, up close and personal, down my throat. Damn, today his ass likes being louder than usual, with the blast almost making me go deaf. It was probably as loud as the previous ones, but since I was with my nose planted into the source of that fart this time, it felt way louder.Â
It certainly was longer though, this one lasting about 9 seconds before stopping.
He didnât move for a few seconds, the only reason being to give me time to, well, properly enjoy the stench, which again I did, but the sounds of Daveâs farts was the main event for me every time he blasted me. Iâll never get used to it, to all of this, to his blasts, to him being so casual and open-minded about my kink.
After a few seconds, he leaned back and spread his legs a bit, still having his ass planted on my face. He did that so he could stare down at me, at the victim of his flatulence, at what remained of my sweaty face.
He was laughing, still sporting that evil smirk.
âI knew you werenât asking by the way.â he said, and the bastard winked at me one more time.
Before I could say something in return, most likely an insult, my head shook as he ripped yet another blast. He closed his eyes as he kept pushing, as he let his ass roar all over my face; and the fact that I could see him do that, that I could stare right into his eyes as he farted, all while my nostrils were burning, further hardened by boner.Â
He sighed in relief and looked down to me one more ime after the 7 seconds blast ended. He then leaned back a bit more, now fully lying on his bed, legs up, with my face still in front of his sagging denim.Â
Oddly enough, we remained like that for a couple of dozens of seconds, until my straight bro talked to me. I couldnât see his face this time: I was too startled to talk, to process how how that was, and my eyes were glued on that smelly âwallâ of sagging jeans in front of me, a âwallâ that hid my friendâs face from my point of view.
âYou alive, bro?â he jokingly asked.
âSadly, yes.â my deadpan answer.
Dave laughed at my response.
âNo worries, Iâm brewing a big one thatâs gonna kill ya for good.âÂ
The friendliest, yet hottest threat I ever received.
âReady?â he then asked.
How did such a simple word become so hot to me is a mystery; but being something that Dave would often say before unleashing some of the loudest, most powerful farts I ever heard certainly didnât help.
In hindsight, thatâs not a mystery at allâŠ
Either way, my answer to his question was another question, and I mustered all the courage I had to actually speak.
âDave⊠can I ask you something?â Though it was my boner doing the talk now Iâm afraid.
âSure.â he quickly responded, surprisingly enough.
A few moments of silence, my heart racing fast. I took deep breaths, accidentally inhaling more of the polluted air around me. I was nervous, I was sweating.
âWell, if you have nothing to say, Iâm just gonna let my ass speak then.â another hot threat from my bro.
âOkay wait.â I finally said.Â
I still couldnât see my friendâs face as I was resting my head in front of his ass, which covered most most of my view.
âFor your next⊠fartâŠâ I managed to say.
âYesâŠ?â he said, in a very amusing formal tone of voice.
 âCan youâŠâ I took a deep breath. âCan you, likeâŠâ
Dave laughed at me stuttering like an idiot, but I kept going.
âCan you hold my head into your ass?â
First response: silence.
Moments of silence, moments that to me lasted hours.
I did it, I crossed the line.Â
I fucked up.
I betrayed my straight broâs trust by going too far.
Heâs Dave, a straight, open-minded friend that accepted my kink and yet I couldnât help but let my thirst take the wheel, ruining everything.
It doesnât help that he did hold my head still into his ass as he face-farted me other times in the past, but downright asking him to do it⊠Iâm already regretting it.
Thatâs too gross.
Then, I felt it.
I just felt it.
I felt his left hand grabbing my head; he raised his left leg and leaned a bit, so he could properly fulfil my request. With a firm grasp, he planted my defenceless, sweaty face straight up into his sagging, smelly denim ass, holding me still, making sure I couldnât move.
âWow. You are a kinky bastard after all.â He said. âJust like Iâm the fart kingâ he snickered.
I tried to speak, but talking while your moth is constantly âkissingâ your gassy friendâs ass is a bit difficult, yet Dave kind of understood what I was trying to say. He knows me, after all.
âBroâŠâ He pushed my head even more, my nose almost going through the red fabric of his underwear and right between his asscheeks. âThe only thing you should be afraid of is getting exactly what you wish for.â
Another one of those hot threats. Is he doing that on purpose?Â
A moment of silence followed⊠the silence before the storm.
âReady?â
That was a rhetorical question.
The earthquake that struck my face was as loud as it was powerful. My friendâs ass roared straight into my nostrils and mouth, with Dave making sure my face was glued to his powerful anus, right where it belonged (not that I wanted to move anyway).
The deep, chainsaw-like noise shook the the whole bedroom, and for a moment I thought of the stench that basically ruined all of our hard work of cleaning things up, but my bro cared even less than me about that, as his ass kept screaming at my face, my nose gently brushing between his denim and his underwear.Â
My nostrils were burning, my eyes got wet.
On paper, this was nothing new for me: Dave farts in my face very often, even holding my head still like heâs doing now. However⊠the fact that he did it because I found the guts to ask for it made pre-cum erupt from the tip of my cock (I guess Iâm the fast one then) which at this point I assume my bro knows about.
Even though I had my entire face glued to his denim ass, I still managed to get a good look of it and as my face kept getting blasted, I once again realized how lucky I was to have a friend like him.Â
Dave had it all: heâs smart, heâs tall, good-looking, funny and, as he put it a few moments ago, he casually happens to be the fart king, and the fact that I have the⊠Iâd say the privilege to get constantly face-farted by him, to admire his ass this up close and personal, was more than I couldâve ever hoped for.
That good-looking guy you saw across the street? Well, heâs actually my bro⊠and heâs farting in my face.
12 seconds and the fart finally started to lose some of its power. He could rip longer farts than this, natural and/or on command (this time it was all natural, like 99% of the times), which was already impressively long, but given the context this was probably the hottest one he ever ripped all over my face.
After he was done, he simply let me go, or rather, let my head fall as I was completely stunned by what just hit me. I admired that sagging denim ass in front of me a bit more, still engulfed by an invisible cloud of gas.
âAnything else you wanna ask?â he joked, teasing me on purpose.
âMaybe Iâll just ask you to stop.â I played along, though I was being serious.
âGood choiceâ Dave said, a quick, loud 2-seconds fart following his response.
I managed to stand up, fighting the urge to plant my face into his ass again to properly enjoy that last rip.Â
I was feeling all dizzy for all the gas and, well, the massive boner I had.
Dave remained on the bed, sitting, as if nothing gross and kinky happened, reaching for his phone again to check some messages.
The bedroom, no gentle way to put this, smelt like ass because of my friendâs massive farts.
âWelp, much like you, Danaâs coming.â Dave casually commented, eyes on his phone.
âYou do realize that this room smells like ass, right?â I told him, ignoring the insult.
âHey. Not my fault. You asked for it, not me.â he said, with a smirk.
Once again, he proved to me that he just doesnât care.Â
Iâm gross and disgusting and while my bro is very aware of the kink⊠the idea of torturing me is just weirdly amusing to him.
I donât know why, but thatâs how it works.
His bedroom, his rules after all.
The End
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àšđžà§ - dating headcanons!
the seven : heroes of olympus
girlfriend version.
4.8.24
â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â
percy jackson :
lots and lots of kisses
hand holding
loves your cooking/baking (especially blue waffles *wink wink*)
every time you go on a date itâs water related - the beach, aquarium, underwater restaurant etc.*
*sometimes you go to the movies or amusement parks too tho
constant compliments
lets you choose what he wears sometimes
cute nicknames
very protective and loyal (ofc)
teaches you how to fight (if you donât already know)
swimming competitions but he goes really easy on you
pegasus racing
braids flowers into your hair
sarcastic and funny jokes to cheer you up
would literally die for you
his mom and step-dad paul LOVE YOU
takes you shopping
buys all your favourite foods when youâre on your period
needs comfort after his nightmares
annabeth chase :
teaches you a lot
hours long talks about each otherâs interests
reading and museum dates !!
forehead, nose, cheek kisses
wakes up really early so youâre always awake before everyone else too
spends lots of her time thinking of ways she can make you smile
would do anything for you
picnics :)
takes great joy in annoying you by correcting your grammar or spelling
will make you do a hundred pushups if you insult any author ever
will also make you quote shakespeare
sneaks into your room at night by picking locks instead of just knocking (chalice of the gods reference)
hesitant to let you meet her parents at first
but when you do sheâs really happy because you get along with them really well
you always help her win capture the flag (she protects you 99.9% of the time)
death glares/will fight anyone whose mean to you
you never have to google anything because sheâs right by your side
needs constant reminders that youâll never leave or she needs to take a break
hates surprises
jason grace :
literally the sweetest
is only relaxed/vulnerable with you
learnt how to break a few rules *wink wink again*
always cleaning his glasses
the person who dares to be mean to you better count their days
surprisingly smart
deep conversations
doesnât really know what to do when it comes to dates or anything romantic
forgets things sometimes
keeps a little notebook in which he writes everything he loves about you
makes your birthday cake from scratch
physical touch for reassurance
teaching you about roman history is his love language
pretends to hate the nicknames you give him but secretly loves them
keeps a picture of you with him at all times
quiet around others
never raises his voice at you
sometimes you act like his mother figure (is that what itâs called?)
winks or smiles at you when others arenât looking
leo valdez :
shit music taste (IâM SORRY)
treats you like the queen that you are
holds doors open for you
points at you and says really loudly to everyone else, âHAVE YOU SEEN MY BEAUTIFUL AMAZING WONDERFUL GIRLFRIEND??â
inside jokes
you gave him a bracelet and now he never takes it off
gives you flowers!
sleeps in
cuddles, kisses and his arms are practically glued to your waist
teaches you spanish (especially the swear words)
he COOKS
thereâs never anything broken because he fixes them immediately
always makes you laugh
does skincare with you<3
shows you off to anyone thatâll listen (even if they wonât)
the kindest, most golden retriever boy ever
heâs still wary about opening up to his trauma
his severe adhd makes it hard for him to calm down so you always sing to him or play with his hair
excessive use of the words bro and dude
frank zhang :
picks you up bridal style whenever you get tired (he likes to impress you by showing off his strength)
gentle and caring
if youâre out eating together and you buy different things, heâll let you taste both of them so you can have the one you like the most
gets flustered really easily
cheesy pick up lines (that you secretly love)
LOVES TO EAT
uses his title of praetor to take the mick out of you (as a joke)
cautious about trying new things
very punctual with time and chores
whenever thereâs a praetor meeting he lets you sit next to him
you make sure that there isnât any dairy in the food you make him
he was so happy when you learnt canadian for him
you let him teach you about his family tree
if youâre feeling sad heâll shapeshift into a puppy or something to cheer you up
he can actually be pretty snarky when he wants to
youâre literally the safest girl on earth when heâs around
the poor boy gets really shy when you flirt with him
really good at making different accents
his writing is SO hard to readđ
piper mclean :
likes to make you blush
letâs you taste the lipstick she uses by kissing her
swears
candlelit dates, stargazing, mall shopping
buys you perfume and clothes
definitely asks for you to rate her outfits
she thinks youâre prettier than anyone else in the world, so much so thatâs sheâd straight up call her mother ugly
really excited for you to meet her dad
sheâs your BIGGEST supporter!
you have to stop her from slitting peoplesâ throats when they say anything remotely harsh to you
plays with your hair and brushes/styles it for you (she lets you do the same for her)
SKINCARE NIGHTS<3
binge watches 2000s movies - bratz, mean girls, the devil wears prada etc
you call her lots of playful names
rips down any posters of her father she sees, makes it her personal mission to burn every single one of them (you laugh every time)
loves flipping people off
sheâs actually really sweet and caring
loves when you hold her hand
paints your nails :3
hazel levesque :
loves exploring abandoned underground tunnels
she made a bracelet for you out of the gems she pulled from the ground
every time you swear she chases you with a bar of soap
you help her with her curly hair
sheâs so innocent (unless sheâs angry, hungry or tired; then she goes ballistic)
you tease her when she gets flustered
she takes you for midnight rides on arion
she always smells like fresh rain
calls you âmiss your surnameâ whenever she scolds you
she sleeps with extra pillows
if you pass a graveyard sheâll wave to the ghosts
graceful and kind
loves nature
really good with kids
bakes you cookies on national girlfriend day
if thereâs one thing she hates, itâs when people misquote the bible
sometimes sheâd have major deja vu moments from her past life if you go somewhere she did the first time she was alive
gets really excited when itâs date night!
she can be so incredibly fierce and powerful but if a butterfly or something dies sheâll literally start bawling her eyes out
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thatâs all i can think of lol
let me know if i missed anything or you disagree with what iâve put! iâm open to any criticism :)
hope you enjoyed! i might do another one with different characters!
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Strange Bully Swap
Sumit:
I hopped out of my car in the high school parking lot and grabbed my backpack from the seat. I'm glad I was graduating soon, but a little sad because I'd miss everyone so much. I wouldn't consider myself "popular" in the normal sense. But a lot of people knew me and I tried to be friends with everyone, despite being a shy guy.Â
As I walked to the entrance, my best friend Thomas approached me from the left.
"Hey bro! Did you hear about the new kid?"
"Nah, what about him?"
"They say he was kicked out of his old school because of 'bad behavior' or something. But not like actually fighting people. Like threatening."
"What, like he's gonna kill them?"
"Probably. But the school board thought that was bad enough so they kicked him out." Thomas laughed. He'd been my best friend since I moved to this town in 6th grade. He could be a little harsh at times, but somehow we've stayed friends even through high school.
"That's weird yeah."
Bently:
In every one of my fucking classes the teacher had to introduce me all formal like. I hated it so much. Can't I just show up and go on my way?
My old school had people I actually knew and friends I actually liked. But I just HAD to tell this one loser off within earshot of a teacher and they had me expelled. It's not like I was going to do anything! Now I need to start a whole new reputation. One girl I hated from my old school was already telling people what happened so I was fucked from the start. Guess I'll have to sit alone at lunch once again.
Sumit:
The new guy wasn't in any of my classes but my heart dropped when we saw him at lunch. Now that I got a good look, I recognized him. I knew him all too well.
"You good?" I looked up to Thomas's concerned face.
"The new guy. I know him. His name is Bently."
"Yeah I know. He was in my class earlier. When people tried to approach him he like faked a punch." He shook his head. "What a weirdo. Wait, how do you know him?"
"He went to my old school. Middle school. He was a bully that basically made my life hell."
"What? That guy?" He glanced over at Bently sitting alone, then back at me. "But dude, but you're bigger than him."
"Well yeah, I am now. But back then I used to be tiny and wimpy. I remember him towering over me, and that's why I was easy prey. I was scared out of my mind being around him.
"Oh man. But you could totally take him on now though! Smack him!" He threw an air punch.
"Yeah. It's weird though. He was super popular before. He had that kind of outgoing personality that attracted people just like that. Well, other jerks that is. That's why we never got along."
"You really don't need to be an extrovert to be popular though. I mean just look at you! Half the school knows who you are and you're a turtle."
"I mean." I lifted up my shirt slightly. "I got abs too so that's probably why." He stared at me intensely like I said something wrong, but then we both started laughing our asses off.
"True! True!"
"I guess he finally got what he deserved after all this time."
"He's a real loser now. Sits at a table all by himself." Thomas smirked. We noticed Bently had dropped a napkin under the table and got down on all fours to pick it back up. When he extended his arm, his shirt went up, exposing a flabby belly.
"Oh shit dude, he's not only a loser now. He's fat!"
"No way."
"Yes way! Look at that flabby gut. Dude hides all his fat under the shirt. Wouldn't be surprised if he wore a fucking bra too!"
It was then that Bently revealed he was listening. It seems he couldn't take it anymore and walked over to our table with a show of rage on his face. Thomas looked up and started laughing again.
"Can I help you pick out a bra size mister?"
He curled up his fist, about to throw a punch, when I shouted at him.
"Hey Bently! Remember me?" He turned his head in my direction instead. I was feeling abnormally brave and angry at that moment. Maybe it was because I knew I had already won? We stared at each other for a few seconds when he spoke up.
"No."
"I'm Sumit." He took a long look at me when his eyes widened. I could tell he recognized me then.
"No way. Suckass Sumit?"
"Yep. But your bullying days are over so just give it a rest and leave everyone alone." I'm honestly surprised I managed to say that.
"Or what?" I stood up and got face to face with him.
"Or I'll mess you up," I said, alot louder than I wanted to. I may have had a better body than him, but I was no fighter. I was expecting him to throw a punch but instead he did a much dumber move - he knocked our heads together. It hurt like hell and we both fell over. I must've blacked out for a minute because when I got up, the principal had appeared; he was clearing the area and talking to Thomas.
"Are you alright?" He asked me.
"I'm ok."
"Thank you for not retaliating. It takes courage to not fight back. As for you Mr. Wilson," he turned to look at Bently, who was just standing up, "I will let you off this one time because it's your first day but one more screw up and it's detention."
As soon as the principal walked away, Bently came up to me once again.
"This isn't over asshole. Get fucked." He turned away.
"Wow, there's a real grade A asshole." Thomas put his hand on my shoulder. "Guess he's just jealous. I almost feel bad for him. Almost!" He started laughing again.
"Yeah, but my head still hurts."
"Eh, put some ice on it probably."
Bently:Â
Fuck me. I should not have done that. I could've easily thrown a punch but he was just so in my face! I think I relied on my instincts. Stupid! Stupid! The rest of the day seemed to drag on and I could feel people laughing at me behind my back. This is really my life now isn't it? I headed home, and immediately to my room. Since my mom was out of town for the weekend, I didn't even bother trying to make any food so I just went to sleep, hoping that Saturday would be more tolerable.
Sumit:
At the end of the day, I went back home, hung out and played some Mario Kart with Thomas, and went to bed. My head wasn't hurting anymore so I was ready to enjoy my Saturday. But, all I could think about that night was Bently and what his problem was. I kinda felt bad for him. Who knows what his life was like?
Bently:Â
I woke up feeling pretty energized, which was strange because that never happens. I reached my hand over for the glass of water on my bedside table, my eyes still closed, but found nothing. That's weird. I moved my hand around to find the table itself but still found nothing. I opened my eyes then and looked around to find a completely different bedroom. What the fuck? It was then that I noticed my hand was much darker than what I was used to. I checked out my whole arm and noticed how muscular it seemed. No fucking way. I investigated my body further and found I was wearing clothes that I didn't own so I decided to lift up my shirt to see what it looked like. I had fucking abs!
I grazed my hand along and they felt hard, completely different than the soft flab I was used to. Man I don't know what happened, but I like it! Wait, what do I look like? The bedroom wasn't mine but luckily it had a mirror on the wall. I took my shirt off and gazed into my reflection. Holy fuck.
I'm an Indian guy? WaitâŠshit. I'm that one guy from yesterday. The one I beat upâŠor tried to anyway. I leaned closer and touched my face. He's not all that bad looking actually. Wait what am I saying? That guy sucks! But still he has a nice body. I could feel myself getting hard within the sweatpants I was wearing. Maybe I won't think about who I am if I don't look in the mirror. I proceeded to the nearby bathroom and took out his member. Holy fuck he's huge! I rubbed one out, switching between nipple twists and rubbing my abs the whole time. I don't know how I swapped bodies with him, but all I know is that I'm in no rush to change back. This is gonna to be a fun weekendâŠ
Sumit:
When I woke up the next day, I definitely did not feel rested. It felt like I barely got any sleep at all. I scratched the back of my head but noticed something was off. My hair was longer again? I had just got it cut so it was pretty noticeable. I opened my eyes and was very confused when I found I wasn't in my own bedroom. I didn't even recognize the room at all. It was kinda messy and there was a weird scent in the air - which was a stark contrast to my spotless bedroom.
When I tried to sit up I felt a weird feeling. It was sort of a jiggle? I looked down and saw how pale my arms were. What's going on? Am I dying? I made the mistake of touching my chest. It feltâŠsquishy. Oh god. I lifted up my shirt and saw a flabby mess. What happened to my body?! I jumped off the bed, the saggy flesh shuffling with me. My belly drooped a bit below my sweatpants, and the place where I once had pecs, were now wobbly bags of meat. I leaned over and watched them hang down.
I went crazy and slapped my belly, watching all the flab go nuts. This can't be happening! I walked over to a nearby mirror and almost puked when I saw who I was. IâŠ.I'm Bently.
What happened?! I made weird facial expressions and shook my belly again. I turned to the side to feel my ass around, and found it was equally as blubbery as the rest of my body. What did I do to deserve this? Oh no, what does my dick look like? I pulled down my sweatpants to see the damage. Oh god, it wasâŠtiny. I have a tiny dick! Maybe it's a grower? I sure hope so! What am I going to do now though? Thankfully it was a weekend so I didn't have to go to school like this, but I needed to figure out how this happened. In the meantime, I was a little curious to see what it would be like to jerk with someone else's dickâŠ
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I want it to be known the C for Cum point on the Wanderer post gave me like the most intense brainrot- Like now I just have the mental image of trans Wanderer with like an intense breeding kink and equally as intense baby fever and like he keeps trying to breed his partner but he can't because he has no dick and no fertile cum so dude is just going through the most intense "I would knock you up if I could" type shit-
Like bro is just going through the nightmare of every lesbian and trans-man that just wants bio-kids and that is going to live in my head rent free for the next month because honestly I fucking feel that so hard bro-
oh my god anon, i feel you on this. it has to be a common thing amongst us XD
BUT this has inspired me so-
cw: breeding kink, afab reader, notsfw, use of toys, biting.
trans!wanderer is ago~
You'd seen him watching families come and go on the streets each day, a thin frown on his beautiful face - you think he looks envious most of the time and always considered asking if he wants to have children (but never quite doing so because you know you'll get a snappy response in return).
Perhaps, you've entertained the thought of a family with him - biological children are off the table for you both but adoption isn't a bad thought. Or hell, maybe finding out how his creator made him and mimicking that if he wants.
Whatever would make him happy.
Baby fever hits him pretty hard on the bad days - those are the days he'll shove you onto the bed, all but rip your clothes off - fingers working at your cunt until you're begging for mercy. He knows all of your spots to make you cum quickly, easier to make you ready for whatever strap on or toy he's picked out for your quivering hole.
His breath is always hot at your hear, needy moans escaping his pretty lips as he shoves himself against you.
"Imagine," he'd groan and growl against your ear, nipping at your earlobe. His movements are erratic, desperate - he's close himself and you're already a mess of your own slick, the fake semen from the dildo, and his. He always makes a mess of you. "You round and plump with my babies, my children. Mine." He bites at your breasts, focusing particularly on making you keen and whimper, sensitive buds perked and ready.
You cannot mistake the need in those violet hues, the desperation - and you sure as shit wish you could give him what you wanted.
The thought makes you clench around the toy, makes him cum - squirt - himself. There's bruises on your wrists from where he'd grabbed you, bite marks on your chest and neck, claw marks along his back and shoulders.
He'd cage you in for a few minutes - breathing hard as you kiss his face in a sloppier, wet manner as you stroke his hair that feels too real to belong to a puppet. You'd quietly assure him that you love him so so much and he'd only grunt in response.
It would be an immaculate conception, you think. Wouldn't it? You're tired, but he's hoisting your legs up on his shoulders. It's never a one time deal - not with him, never with the Wanderer. When he does something, he makes sure he does it multiple times. Until you're both exhausted, until he's satiated and content. The Wanderer never sings you praises, but he certainly does whenever the baby fever strikes him.
So, every time, all you can do is spread your legs wider, wrap your arms around his shoulders, and pull him close.
#wanderer x reader#wanderer x y/n#wanderer x you#reader x character#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche x you#scara x reader#genshin x reader#ordo.txt#ordo.text#wanderer#mine.txt#honestly is it better to use scaramouche or wanderer?#i tend to write him post his story#but if i just gave him a name i'd worry that people would think like he's an oc#or its not like a good enough name#i deliberated for *weeks* on what to name him that i couldnt finish the story quest#until i'd done hours of research cross referencing and maybe some tears#i named him saisei#but if anyone has suggestions feel free to send 'em my way#wanderer feels clunky and it feels like a disservice to use scaramouche unless i write him pre-story (which i might off and on)#i wont use kabukimono nor kunikuzushi since he canonically rid himself of those names#kdsfdfds sorry for the tag rambles#asks
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I hate you too Pt.3
Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x reader
Warnings: alcohol, brief mentions of nsfw
Fic type: angst, fluff
Summary: both trying to wrap your heads around the situation, you and Adam each reach out to your friends.
A/n: hello!! Probably the last part to this short series, I've had fun writing it though! Maybe I'll try a Lawrence fic next??? Who knows. Anyways, enjoy! :^)
Your heart sank. What the hell kind of sick game was Adam playing with you? Hooking up was one thing, but you'd both poured your hearts out to eachother, you though you had a real connection. You wiped tears from your eyes and gritted your teeth in anger. You needed a friend, a distraction. You called Mark.
"H- hey Mark" you spoke into the phone, sniffling a little and hoping it didn't sound like you'd been crying.
"What's up, y/n?" His voice sounded cheery.
"Look, I don't wanna put you on the spot or anything, man, but I uh... I'm having kinda a bad day, I was wondering if I could come over?"
"Hey, you know you're welcome anytime. Scott's coming over later to watch this lame slasher movie I picked up, it's gonna be a hoot. You should join us!"
His kindness was so jarring I'm contrast to the cold, unfeeling text you'd just recieved from Adam. It almost made you tear up again, but you held it together long enough to set a time, before hanging the phone up.
You made yourself a rather exquisite breakfast consisting of a cigarette, a beer, and several more cigarettes. Following this, you drifted in and out of sleep on the couch while watching episodes of beavis and butthead, and trying your hardest not to think about Adam.
When 6pm rolled around, you finally got yourself dressed and headed out to Mark's apartment.
...
After sending you that awful text, Adam had fallen asleep for a few hours. When he awoke, it was the evening. Despite a full day's rest, he didn't feel any better, in fact, he felt much worse. He knew he'd fucked up, he'd let himself step too far and now he was pretty sure your entire friendship was out the window, let alone any chance at a relationship. He knew deep down this was for the best, or at least he thought so? His head was swimming and he really couldn't make much sense of the whole situation. He had to bite the bullet, and call in for reinforcements in the form of his friend Scott. Adam knew full well that revealing the events that had transpired to Scott would come with a barrage of jokes and teasing, but at the end of it all, Scott was his friend and he'd help him make sense of it all.
...
"Yeah, I can meet you bro. I'm going to Mark's to watch this lame movie, I'll come pick you up and we can talk on the way. We're long overdue for a guy's night"
"Thanks, Man. Yeah, a guy's night sounds good"
Adam was beyond relieved that it would just be the three of them, he couldn't bear to face you right now.
At half six, Scott's beat up old Ford pulled up outside Adam's building, to find him already waiting on the curb, a cigarette hanging from his lips.
"You got one of them for me?" Scott grinned as Adam climbed in.
"Always" Adam obliged, handing Scott a cigarette.
"So," Scott pulled off with a screech, "What did you wanna talk about?"
"It's about y/n"
"What, you hittin that or something?" Scott teased.
Adam's unexpected silence answered that question, as he shifted awkwardly in his seat.
"No. Way. No fuckin WAY dude. Mark totally owes me 50 bucks" Scott gave Adam an affectionate punch in the arm, briefly averting his gaze from the road to see what he expected to be a smug grin plastered across Adam's face. Instead, however, Adam's face told a story of guilt and confliction.
"What? You didn't her pregnant did you?" He sounded genuinely concerned.
"Nah man, nothing like that. It's just... ugh, I don't know, I think I like her? But like, I'd just break her heart if I went there" Adam stared straight ahead as he spoke.
"You don't know that, man just tell her how you feel. At the very least you'll get to see her naked a couple more times before you completely fuck it up." It seemed that Scott possessed the incredible ability to never take anything seriously.
"Yeah... I don't think i can do that. Like, I think I've pretty much nailed that coffin shut"
"Well you certainly nailed something," Scott held out his fist to Adam and grinned to himself.
"Dude, I'm serious"
"So am I! Dude, emotional bullshit aside, y/n's a fuckin smokeshow, and I'm proud of my boy for his achievements"
Adam bit the insides of his cheeks, but couldn't help the smile from creeping across his face. He knew the whole macho bullshit thing was gross and childish, but admittedly, he was kinda proud of himself for sleeping with you. He bumped Scott's fist.
"There he is" Scott chuckled, "so, now that we've got all this acting like a pussy out the way, you're gonna pick up your phone, call y/n and tell her 'I'll be at your place later with condoms and viagra, chug a couple energy drinks 'cause we're gonna go all night'" he joked.
"You know, I think that approach might be a little full on" Adam laughed. "But you're right, I gotta stop being a little bitch about this and tell her how I feel"
"Awesome. Me and Mark can help you plan how you're gonna do it tonight, but you owe us another guy's night if we do"
"How come?"
"Because you're totally acting like a chick"
"Shut up, man. You're an asshole, you know that?"
...
You'd been at Mark's apartment for a little while already, drinking beer and waiting for Scott to arrive.
"Does he know I'm gonna be here?" You asked casually
"You know, totally slipped my mind to tell him. Hell be here any minute, so I guess he'll find out when he arrives" Mark smiled.
As if to punctuate that sentence, the unmistakable sound of Scott's loud footsteps approached the apartment door, followed by a hefty knock.
Mark opened the door, to see both Scott and Adam waiting.
"Oh hey! Guess the whole gang's here" Mark smiled.
The two men entered the apartment, Adam's expression slowly turning to one of dread when he saw you sat on the couch.
"What the hell is he doing here?!"
"What the hell is she doing here?!" The pair of you exclaimed at the same time.
"Oh come on, not this again. Guys, just sit down, relax, have a few beers. I'm too tired to watch you two fight all night" Mark rolled his eyes.
"Won't be necessary" you said coldly, rising to your feet and attempting to barge your way past the men and out of the apartment.
"Ohhhh I don't think so, little lady" Scott scoffed, blocking your exit.
"Scott, I'm warning you, you know I could kick your ass" you bit.
"Be that as it may, you and Adam got a lot to talk about. Now Mark and I are gonna leave for a while, give you two some privacy, and you're gonna solve this" Scott said. Seeing Scott be the voice of reason was like seeing a unicorn, you couldn't believe your eyes.
"Why should I leave? This is my apartment?" Mark argued as Scott ushered him out
"Because you're gonna head down to the ATM and withdraw that 50 bucks you owe me"
"What?" The realisation set in and he turned to face you and Adam, "you two? No WAY!"
"Have funnnnn" Scott mocked in a sing-song voice as he guided a gobsmacked Mark out of the apartment, closing the door behind them on their way out.
The apartment was silent now, you and Adam both stood, stunned, staring blankly at eachother. You would have kept this stand off going on forever, if you weren't so drained. You threw yourself down onto the couch and sighed exasperatedly.
"This is so fucking humiliating" you muttered under your breath.
Adam sat beside you. You held your head in your hands, eyes glued to the floor, but you could feel Adam's gaze burning into you.
"Y/n, I-"
"No, it's fine, like I get it. Last night was a mistake, it didn't mean anything. You don't have to tell me again." You snapped, not wanting to relive the heartbreak.
Adam exhaled
"I didn't mean that" he said quietly, his voice sounding shameful.
Suddenly, something inside you snapped. You were furious, he'd completely devasted you, and now he'd changed his mind?
"Then what the fuck do you mean?!" You blurted angrily, "you hate me one minute, you like me the next. What the actual fuck is your problem, Adam? What is it you want? Because in case you hadn't realised, you've given me some pretty mixed signals in the last 24 hours!"
"I want you!" He yelled "I mean.. I want to be able to want you" his voice was soft, gentle even.
Yours was not.
"Oh my fucking GOD. Do you only talk in riddles or something? What next, do I need to solve a fucking treasure hunt to find your missing brain?!"
"Y/n, no, please just listen.. okay? I just- man I thought I'd have time to plan this" he exclaimed to himself, throwing his arms up in the air.
"Look, if I don't get a straight answer in the next five minutes I'm walking out that door" you said, calmer now.
"Okay.. okay.." Adam breathed slowly, he seemed to be trying to find the words.
"Look," he began, "I'm in the weirdest place emotionally right now, I've always struggled with being vulnerable, but I mean, I'm so much worse these days. Ever since... well, you know..." he bit the inside of his lip and looked ahead, his eyes filled with sadness.
"I'm still trying to get myself back, and I don't know if the part of me that can let people in is ready.
If I let you in right now, I'm scared that I'll only hurt you further down the line, and I could never ask you to just wait around for me to get better."
He stared at the floor and sighed, feeling quite sorry for himself.
You considered what he had said for a moment, before finally speaking, much gentler this time.
"So get better now"
"What? Y/n, it's mot that simple"
"Yes, Adam, it is that simple" you said, your tone kind, but firm. "You say you're trying to get better at letting people in, and in the last 24 hours you've been more emotionally honest with your arch nemesis than you would ever imagine. Sure, it doesn't exactly scream stability, but that's part of the process. You're making progress" you took Adam's hand and brushed your thumb across his skin reassuringly.
"It's not gonna be easy, but if you don't take this chance and let me in then you're not moving forward".
Adam let out a half hearted chuckle, and wiped a few tears he hoped you hadn't seen from his eyes.
"I hate the fact that you're always right"
"Get used to it" you smiled warmly, giving him a playful nudge.
"Okay... so in the spirit of moving forward" he gulped, "would you uhh... be free for date sometime?"
He smiled sheepishly, nervously fidgeting with the sleeve of his jacket. You noticed that his eyes seemed to look extra sparkly, as if there was hope and excitement in them for the first time in a while.
"I'm free right now" you giggled, placing your hand on Adam's cheek and leaning in to kiss him.
Adam's hands held onto your waist as he leaned into the kiss, gradually pushing you back onto the sofa. He kissed you deeper now, more hungrily, his fingertips were just brimming the hem of your shirt, when...
"Aaaand the two of you can go continue that "date" literally anywhere but my sofa" Mark exclaimed, bursting into the apartment, Scott following giggling like a schoolboy.
"Were you assholes listening through the door?!" You squealed, jumping up and adjusting your shirt.
"Hey, I didn't wanna, but Mark needed proof that he lost the bet!" Scott laughed, barely able to contain himself.
"Dude! Come on, that was priv- wait.. what bet?" You asked, more curious than annoyed by this point.
"I bet Mark that you and Adam secretly liked eachother, and now I'm 50 bucks richer" Scott said proudly.
"Never would've imagined you guys together" Mark admitted, "but you know what, I like this little dynamic. It's sweet, or at least it is when you're not tryna bang on my couch" he teased.
"Sorry about that, man" Adam chuckled, his cheeks reddening.
"Now, come on you crazy kids," Scott said, in a slightly patronising, but good natured tone, "get your asses down to some restaurant or something where you can sit and make googly eyes at eachother before me and Mark throw up"
...
You and Adam walked down the street after leaving Mark's apartment. Your hands brushed against eachother, and without words they were interlinked. Just to think, a couple days ago you would have thrown up at the thought of holding Adam's hand, but now it was all you wanted to do.
"So... a restaurant, huh?" Adam said, swinging your arms slightly.
"Hm" you tilted your head, "orrrrr... we could head back to mine, crack open a bottle of wine on the balcony... maybe fool around a little?" You looked at Adam with a cheeky grin.
"God, you just get me" Adam laughed, placing his free hand on your waist and planting a soft kiss onto your lips.
And it was indeed, a perfect date.
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Dylan Lenivy x Male Reader
Reader teaches kids archery bcuz I want to learn it and think itâs cool (edited lol)
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Putting chairs in place, art supplies in the right area, filling up the towel bin or praying the radio turns on for just one more year, picking up garbage that somehow got there and cleaning away cobwebs. Except Jacob, who refused to go into the cabins until the spiders were gone. Whatever needed to be done to prepare for the kidsâ arrival.
There wasnât much that needed to be prepared at the archery corner of the camp, just a little shack cleaning and inspecting the arrows and testing the bows to make sure they wouldnât break on a kid. There was one bow in particular that the kids were not allowed to touch, and that bow belonged to (Y/N). It looked like every other bow, only having a different color scheme and being slighter bigger than the others. He even had his full name carved into the wood in case the children can read.
âIâm sure Mr. H. wouldnât mind if I take a few practice shots. Probably. Hopefully⊠meh.â (Y/N) shrugged, Mr. H. wouldnât come this way anyway, and there was still half an hour before the counselors had to meet at the lodge to greet the campers.
He grabbed arrows, not counting the exact amount and dropping them on the ground beside him, disobeying his own rules that he will make the children follow. No oneâs here to witness his crimes, so itâs fine. (Y/N) snickered at himself, loading the bow and straightening his stance, taking a deep breath to steady his hands, I wish I ate breakfast. his stomach growled. His hand stretched back, the familiar faint burning creeping up his muscles as he aimed towards the round target.
(Y/N) took another sharp breath, straightening his arms and legs as he pulled back the string. The chirping of birds and rustling of the wind drowning into the background, focusing on nothing but the target in front of him.
With one swift movement, his fingers left the arrow and away it flew into the target, hitting the red inner circle but not smack-dab in the middle. So close to being a cool movie character. He sulked, picking up another arrow from the ground and equipping it to the bowâs string.
âWhoa, good job!â Clapping ensued behind him, the sudden noises making (Y/N) literally jump and land on an arrow he left on the ground with a SNAP.
âFuck!â From both being startled and breaking an arrow.
The guy, Dylan as (Y/N) saw when he turned, wore a guilty expression has he nervously smiled, âOh shit, sorry, man,â (Y/N) picked up the broken arrow pieces, groaning and thanking god that was the only damage done.
âMother- fuck me, man.â He picked up the other two arrows, finally counting how many he had.
âWhoa, you want to fuck your mother?â (Y/N) stopped, staring into the void of dumbass-ness (Dylan).
âI- what- huh? Dude,â He stammered, completely dumbfounded at what Dylan just fucking said him after causing him to break camp equipment, even though it was his fault. Dylan still had that goofy smile on his face, obviously trying to make the mood lighter. A smile broke onto (Y/N) face, then cackling as he gave up trying to stone-face Dylan, âDude, what the fuck?â He laughed, suddenly remembering how Dylan made him quite literally jump and laughing harder, wheezing almost. Dylan joined in, his dorky grin growing. âBro, whyâd you do that? I couldâve hurt myself!â (Y/N) playfully scolded, walking towards the target and ripping the arrow out of it.
âI just wanted to come see how the others were doing, I didnât know you were a wuss,â he followed (Y/N) to the shack, âbesides, isnât it, like, your number one rule to not put equipment on the ground?â Dylan held the door open as (Y/N) put his bow and arrows away, deciding to hide the broken one and hopefully blame it on a kid later.
âThree, actually,â (Y/N) replied, walking out and locking the shack with the keys Chris gave him. âNo one was supposed to see; no witnesses, no crime.â He shrugged, âI wouldâve gotten away with it too if it wasnât for you meddling kids,â He joked as he walked towards the lodge, Dylan following behind, hands in a surrendered pose, âI wonât tell if you wonât,â (Y/N) rolled his eyes, âSure, buddy,â
âSo,â Dylan started, eyes glancing around the trees and trail, âyou arch?â
âHuh?â (Y/N)âs face contorted in confusion, wondering what the fuck is going through his head.
âArchery, you arch, yâknow?â
â⊠uh, yea-s?â (Y/N)âs favorite, socially awkward boys. Cute, socially awkward boys.
âCool, cool,â He trailed off, âSo, how long have you been into it?â
âOh, uh, well, did it on a school field trip once, like, eight years ago maybe? I donât know, but I liked it so I begged to do lessons and now Iâm here.â Good story telling skills.
Dylan hummed, keeping his eyes to the ground in front of him as they talked. âSo, is it fun?â He paused for a moment, âLike, just shooting stuff?â
(Y/N) snorted, Just shooting stuff. Sure. âWell, itâs more than âjust shooting stuff,â he quoted with his fingers, âItâs, uh⊠itâs kinda just nice, I guess. Feeling the arrow zoom away and hearing it hit what you were aiming for. It could also be a good stress relief.â (Y/N) shrugged, kicking a tiny rock in his path.
âCool. Iâve always thought about trying it, seems interesting.â His eyes scavenged the area around them, feeling heat rise up his neck and into his face. Probably the heat.
âWell,â (Y/N) started, sheepishly, âIf you want, maybe one of these days I can show you the ropes.â
âDonât you mean âstringâ? Heh, get it? âCause-â (Y/N) interrupted Dylan with a soft punch to his arm, a grin on both of their faces.
âYes, Dylan. I get it.â Dylanâs goofy smile stayed on his face as he rubbed his arm in fake pain, âSo, you in?â
He pretended to be in deep thought, crossing his arm and rubbing his chin as he hummed, âYâknow what? Sure, itâs a date!â
(Y/N) coughed, suddenly forgetting how to breathe as he felt his face become warmer, âYeah, okay then, itâs a date.â
Dylanâs face began to hurt from smiling so much, but it was worth it when (Y/N) was the cause of it.
âFuck, what time is it?â The two panicked, not having phones to check the time didnât help. âFuck, run?â
âRun.â
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Itâs short, its bad, i dont care hope someone likes it and maybe request some quarry
#the quarry x reader#the quarry x male reader#dylan lenivy x male reader#dylan lenivy x reader#im back in the quarry again lmao
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Haha, we need another Birthday Fanfic. But this time it's Branch's first birthday with his brother and him all grown up and back together again. The 4 bros might've done a similar shenanigan during their decorations unknowingly Branch already decorated the place himself with his new invention.
Figured I'd release this in time for Justin Timberlake's 43rd birthday đ
Birthday Man (a Trolls fanfic)
John Dory had agreed to not take on the leadership role any longer when it came to him and his brothers. He had agreed to comply with the newfound leniency among them.
But still, that didn't quite mean that old habits didn't die hard.
The green-haired Troll hummed to himself, a little shake in his hips while he worked to decorate the earthen walls of Branch's bunker with balloons and streamers.
âBirthday boy, birthday boy, everybody make way to-day for the birthday boy!â
John Dory chuckled to himself. âWow! I can't believe I still remember that little jingle from back in the day!â
Clay smirked, picking out a handful of confetti. âOh, you mean back when you weren't old?â
JD gasped. âI'm not old!â he huffed. âI just have, um⊠seniority,â he said, liking the way that term sounded just a little better.
âOh, okay, you keep telling yourself that,â Bruce said, he and Clay laughing to themselves.
JD narrowed his eyes. âOh yeah? Well, I'm telling you guys that we better get moving! Those streamers need to be streaming, the balloons need to be popping! Well, in a figurative sense, not literally⊠oh! And I don't wanna see anything without confetti, are we clear?â
Clay and Bruce crossed their arms, exchanged a glance, and then slowly turned back to him.
âYeah, we get it, Clay finally said, âAnd I know just where to startâŠâ
In a flash,the handful of confetti he was holding was splashed right onto John Doryâs face!
âHey!â the eldest brother yelped in surprise. âWhat was that for?â
âFor being bossy, like you said you wouldn't be!â Clay quipped.
âWhat? I'm not being bossy! I was just trying to make sure everything'll be ready for when Branch comes!... But I guess I coulda been nicer about it, huh?â he said, considering how he'd spoken to his bros. He grimaced and shuffled a foot on the floor in embarrassment. âOops. My bad, dudes.â
Bruce put a hand up. âHey, it's all right, man. Accept our token of apology for jumping to conclusions so quickly.â Suddenly, Bruce flung out another huge handful of confetti and smacked JD right in between the eyes. The purple and lime-green Trolls burst into peals of laughter at the jaw-dropped look of shock on their older brotherâs face.
JD frowned and determinedly set his goggles over his eyes. âOh, it is ON!â
The walls of the bunker were forgotten as JD focused on decorating his brothers in retaliation, and the room was filled with shouts, laughs, and noisy banter.
From the kitchen, where Floyd was busy icing the Fluffleberry cake, the magenta-haired Troll heard the commotion and quickly ran into the room. âOh noâŠâ Not a fight! He breathed in deeply, calming himself before he stepped in to calm the bros. âGuys!â he called, putting his hands up. âJohn Dory! Bruce! Clay! Anyone?â His only response was a âHiya!â and before he knew it, he was engulfed from head to toe in glitter from one of his eldest brother's star bombs.
âYikes!â John Dory gasped. âMy bad, Floyd, that was supposed to be for Clay!â
The lime-green-haired Troll blew a raspberry at him mockingly, causing JD to scowl at first, but then he sighed. âYou're right, Floyd. I guess we better call it quits and - â
âNo,â Floyd said, putting his hand up. Then, snatching the remaining star bombs from JDâs hands, he flung them at Bruce and Clay. âLet the war continue!â
And, in an explosion of glitter, it did!
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âBranch, you are gonna love this!â
Poppyâs gushing made the blue Troll smirk, even if he couldn't see just yet. âCan I open my eyes yet?â
âNope!â Viva replied for her sister. âAnd just to be sure you don'tâŠâ Both pink Trolls put their hands over his eyes, and the girls giggled as he grumbled.
âWe're almost there!â Poppy said excitedly. She grabbed onto his arm, and he heard the whirring of his elevator platform, and knew that they were heading down into the bunker. What he heard next was a gasp from the sisters, and a ton of shrieks.
âTake that!â
âJohn Dory, let go of me!â
âOUCH! Did you just bite me?!â
âThat's what you get!â
âUhhh, what is going on?â Branch called out loudly. He peeled the girlsâ hands away from his eyes and saw his four older brothers quickly scramble together and throw their arms up in the air.
âSurprise, Branch!â
Branchâs eyes widened the more be looked around the room, with trinkets and keepsakes that heâd collected over the years knocked over, and a colorful mess in the form of birthday decor lining everything he saw⊠including the four disheveled bros who clearly wore embarrassment on their faces despite the concealing smiles. And was his lamp on fire?!
âWellâŠâ Branch said after a second. âI, um⊠sure am surprisedâŠâ
Floyd looked down. ââContinue the war,â what was I thinking?â He covered his face in his hands with a whimper.
âChill, dude, we were just having some fun,â John Dory said, putting an arm around Floyd.
âMaybe we got a little carried away, though,â Bruce pointed out, plucking a piece of confetti from Clayâs hair and watching as it fell to the floor among the dozens of others that were already there.
âYeah, sorry, Branch,â Clay said.
Branch surprisingly did not look upset. âGuys, I appreciate it, but it doesn't have to be perfect, remember?â
âJust as long as we're together,â Poppy finished, clasping her hand with his.
âThat's right,â Branch replied, the two of them looking at each other lovingly.
The boys smirked at the cute display of affection. Suddenly, Branch became aware and broke his gaze to clear his throat and clarify.
âI - I mean us. Like, all of us.â
âSure ya did, Branch,â JD said teasingly.
Not wanting his bro to continue being embarrassed, Floyd drew the attention to himself. âSay, guys, I know Branch said that being perfect doesn't really matter⊠but maybe we should clean up? Just a little bit?â
âNo, no, there's no need,â Branch said. âBecause I got this!â He unveiled a very complex-looking piece of machinery that was hidden at the corner of the room.
âWow!â Viva squeaked. âWhat is that?â
Branch patted the side of it proudly. âI call it the Do-It-Automatically Party Reorganizer. Or for short, the - â
âDIAPR!â John Dory, Bruce, and Clay laughed together in unison.
âHa, ha, ha, yes, the âdiaper,ââ Branch laughed sarcastically. âNot intentional, by the way,â he clarified.
âYou sure about that?â Clay chuckled.
Floyd put a hand on his younger brother's shoulder. âShow us how it works, Branch,â he encouraged kindly.
Branch gave him one nod and a small grin, and then pulled a lever. The machine whirled to life, lighting up and right away getting to work. Mechanical arms swept up any debris or stick or muck, wiping everything spotless and even spiffying the bros back up.
âNow that is one well-oiled machine!â Clay commented, impressed.
âNever thought I'd see a clean diaper,â John Dory joked.
âThere's a first for everything,â Bruce shrugged.
Branch rolled his eyes at the diaper comment, but chose to ignore any witty remarks he wanted to fire back, since he had something else up his sleeve. âWait for the best part,â he said, pushing a red button on the machine's side. It sputtered with vibrations for a sec, and then⊠BOOM! Like a cannon, decorations shot out from an opening on top, landing flawlessly on the walls, the ceilings, and anywhere else that looked becoming.
âOkay, one word,â Viva squealed, turning to Poppy as both girls replied at the same time. âFantast-amazing!!â
They clapped their hands excitedly in congratulation, while Branchâs brothers did the same.
âOne awesome machine!â
âFrom one awesome bro!â
âWho's gonna have one awesome cake!â
âTo go along with his one awesome PARTY!!â
Branch shrugged his shoulders as his brothers glanced at him expectantly, waiting for him to say something. âAwesome,â he said, prompting the group to laugh.
Suddenly, JD jolted like he just remembered something. âHoly cow! What're we standing around here for? Let's break out the cake! The presents!â
And, even though he sounded borderline bossy, the bros didn't argue. They scurried to the kitchen to grab the delectable pastry, while Poppy and Viva grabbed Branch by one arm each and whisked him away to the table. Branchâs blue eyes widened at the sight of the enormous cake that came out, all four brothers having to hold it tight and steady, and even then it still looked heavy.
âGet a good grip on it!â Bruce urged, until they managed to haul it onto the table.
Poppy and Viva left Branchâs side so they could join the quartet, turning it into a 6-part harmonious melody as they sang to him.
âOoohmmâŠ
Happy birthday to yoouu,
Happy birthday to yooouuu,
Happy birthday Baby BraaAaAnchâŠ
Happy birthday to yooouuUUUâŠâ
âAnd many moooore,â Viva crooned, skillfully striking the notes as well as she struck the match and brought the flame up to the candle's wick.
Branchâs smile fell for an instant when he got a better look at the candle, and its shape. âTwo?â he cried, appalled. Surely, they knew he wasn't that young, didn't they?
JD looked up at the top of the cake and giggled. âOops! Forgot the second number.â He patted his pockets, sure he had it, but unable to locate it. âHuh⊠where is that second candle?â
Floyd tapped his shoulder. âRight here,â he said, extending his hand out with the number six that he had been in search for.
âAh, there we go!â he exclaimed happily, ruffling his younger brother's magenta hair in appreciation. He slid the candle next to the two⊠on the left side.
Branch was even more bamboozled. âSIXTY-two?!â
Clay bopped John Dory upside the head. âDude, don't try to pin being the oldest on Branch, now!â
âYeah, man, you still have that title fair and square,â Bruce agreed, fistbumping Clay.
JD snorted. âHmph! And you're not too far behind there, Bruce!â
Regardless, John Dory slid the candle in its rightful place on the right side of the two. âAyight, how's that?â he asked.
âGreat!â Floyd chirped. He glanced at his younger bro and gestured at the cake. âAll yours, Branch.â
The blue Troll smiled, shutting his eyes as he considered his wish, and with a great exhale of breath, he blew them out!
The Trolls erupted in enthusiastic cheers. Poppy snuggled against her boyfriend, causing a chain reaction of hugs to ensue as first John Dory, then Bruce, then Clay, then Floyd, and finally Viva squeezed him in a huge family embrace.
âWhat'd you wish for, Branch?â Floyd asked after a moment.
JD shoved him lightly in the shoulder. âFloyd! Don't make him say, or else it won't come true!â
Branch chuckled. âYeah, I don't think that'll be a problem⊠cuz I wished that we'd all be able to sing and dance and be a family together, the way we used to be, and⊠Iâd say that came pretty true, donât you think?â
âAwwâŠâ Poppy cooed. He was right. And that was a good wish.
John Dory looked a bit pensive, though, stroking his chin. âHmm⊠I think ya might be a teensy bit wrong there, Branch.â
Branch raised an eyebrow, and Clay and Bruce were quick to shoot JD a warning look, unsure where their older brother was going with this and hoping that he would not say something that would in turn ruin Branchâs birthday.
But JD grinned ear to ear as he made his declaration. âWe're not the exact way we were before. We're even better!â
And that was something that Branch could whole-heartedly agree with. They were older, wiser, and tighter than ever. He had his friends, his girlfriend, a yummy cake baked to his Grandma's exact delectable precision, adorable braidsâŠ
Wait.
He double took when glancing up and seeing a triple braided do on his head that almost seemed to manifest out of nowhere. But he knew the Troll responsible, and shot her a look.
âWhattya think? New birthday hairstyle to fit the birthday guy?â Viva giggled.
John Dory beamed. âOoo! I like the way youâre thinkinâ, girl!â He fist-bumped her, and Branch chuckled.
âThanks, V,â he said.
After that, all Trolls dug into the cake, shared stories, and laughed and sang much of the night away. Branch was nothing but delighted. This wasnât quite like his first birthday. Or like the birthdays heâd spent alone in his bunker. It was unique in its own way. Special, like his family.
A birthday that was one-hundred percent worth remembering.
#trolls#branch trolls#poppy trolls#viva trolls#brozone#john dory#spruce trolls#clay trolls#floyd trolls#dreamworks#thanks for the ask!#kittyball answers#fanfiction#kittyball writes#brodacious fanfiction
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