#but the more i look in the mirror i just cant seem to fake it
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dragonsyot · 1 year ago
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i g nore please (:B
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agaypanic · 10 months ago
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Regina's Barbie (Regina George X Reader)
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Summary: You’re Regina George’s latest project, but her reasoning for fixing you up is completely different than what you think.
A/N: a little drabble based on this ask that i answered a couple days ago bc it keeps getting interaction and lowkey i cant stop thinking about the concept ugh
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“Hold still.” Regina scolded for what felt like the hundredth time, hand holding your jaw firmly to keep you in place while she put blush on your cheeks.
“Sorry.” You whispered, looking at the wall behind her so you didn’t have to face her intense gaze.
When Regina approached you one day, twirling her perfect blonde hair around her finger as she asked you if you wanted to hang out, you thought it was a prank. It had to have been, because there was no other reason why Regina George would even consider getting close to a ‘nobody’ like you. But when you stuttered out a response, her grin seemed genuine when telling you to meet you at her car after school. Sure enough, she was sitting in her car with the rest of the Plastics, beckoning you to come over and sit in the seat behind her.
Gretchen and Karen seemed to be a bit confused by your presence but didn’t question Regina. They welcomed you, but didn’t go out of their way to make conversation with you while Regina drove to the mall.
When she parked, Regina basically pulled you into shops by the arm, her friends rushing behind you. She thrusted some sweater into your hands, telling you that you just had to try it on. And when you tried telling her you couldn’t afford it, she rolled her eyes, took a credit card out of her purse, and dragged you to a fitting room.
And now you were here, perched on Regina’s bed while she did your makeup. She had insisted that the way you did it was all wrong and that you needed to know the proper way to do it. Gretchen and Karen weren’t here, which surprised you a bit. But you knew better than to question Regina.
“Okay, now you need lipgloss,” Regina said, looking through some of the glosses she had bought you. She opened one and looked at you. “Pucker up.”
You gulped at the demand, but did as she said. Regina grabbed your jaw again, a bit more gently this time, as she swiped the wand over your lips. She bit her lip in concentration as she stared at your mouth.
“Perfect.” She muttered, capping the gloss and taking you to one of her many mirrors.
You hardly recognized yourself, but Regina definitely didn’t do a bad job. She smiled at you through the mirror.
“What do you think?” She asked, leaning her head against yours a bit.
“I look…” It was hard to find an end to your sentence with the way Regina looked at you, like you were a piece of meat. “Pretty.”
“Hell yeah, you do.” She fiddled with your hair, trying to put it in a style she thought would be more suitable. “Oh my god, I totally forgot. We’re going to a party later, so we gotta find something for you to wear.”
“What?” You were a bit taken aback, not expecting to go to a party tonight. Especially with Regina. “Couldn’t I just wear this?”
Regina laughed, and it didn’t seem like that fake, almost mocking laugh she’d do when people tried to be funny with her. It sounded genuine, like she was actually amused by your question.
“No way, Y/n! Wait here, I think I have something you can wear.” She sped into her closet, leaving you to stand awkwardly in her room. Luckily, she came back quickly with a two-piece outfit. Regina went behind you, hands holding the clothes up to your body. “You’d look so good in this. Besides, it’s better than, like, anything you own.”
She kissed your cheek before sending you off to the bathroom to change. It was so quick that you barely registered what had happened until you were already switching your clothes for hers. You caught sight of yourself in the mirror, seeing a faint lip print on your cheekbone. You decided to leave it, not wanting Regina to get mad at you for messing up the makeup she spent practically forever putting on you.
When you left the bathroom, Regina was fixing up her lipstick in the mirror. She turned to you and smiled a bit, straightening up a bit.
“See, I told you you’d look good.” She took your clothes, throwing them on the bed, before noticing the mark she left on you. Regina stepped closer to see it better, soon looking at you with the same hungry look from before. “Keep that, it’s hot.” Then she walked away to change her shoes.
You took a deep breath. This was gonna be a long night.
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channiesdelululand · 2 months ago
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'I need more'?!
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NSFW Bang Chan x Reader
Warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI!, Unprotected sex, Private Voyeurism, and cursing. Please let me know if I left any out!
Short drabble because Christopher's solo stages have me slowly going insane so enjoy! LOL
You shouldn’t feel like this… You shouldn’t be so angry? Jealous? Honestly in this moment staring into the mirror of your hotel room, you were sharing with your boyfriend, you really had no idea what you were feeling. Your boyfriend, who was currently on his way home from the arena after another sold out show, he didn’t do anything wrong? Its not like he sat on stage half naked making the same faces he does with you alone, the same eyes rolling in the back of his skull while throwing his head back the same way you’ve seen him do 100 times. But 100 times for you, 100 times in the privacy of 4 walls, no one around. It’s not that you didn’t enjoy watching his little stage, because god quite the opposite. The second he strolled on the stage slowly dragging that chair… Your mind went blank, excitement starting to pool between your thighs. You loved every second of it. Every fake nail mark…. Every hand print… And now ‘I need more’? You know it’s just a stage. It’s his job. You’ve never felt this feeling before. So why this feeling, why now?
The sound of the hotel room door opening snapping you out of your mind spiral. 
“Y/N”
“Im in here, just washing my face.”
Just as you splash cold water on your face you feel arms wrap around your waist. His face resting against your back.
“You okay baby? You just about sprinted out of the arena after the show.”
You don’t answer, looking up meeting his gaze. You study his for a moment. His half zipped chrome hoodie exposing a bit of the left on stage make up from that damn stage. He watches your eyes burn into his chest.
“Baby? Come on now what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”
“Nothing babe, just tired. Had a little too much fun today thats all.”
“Okay if you say so, hurry and wash up so we can cuddle a bit before bed.”
He slowly unwraps his arms and leaves a lingering kiss to the inside of your neck. 
“Love you”
You hear him start to rustle around the room. You know he can tell something is wrong, not just from him asking but the look in his eyes. He can read you like a book. 
You notice the lights from outside in the room start to dim. You walk out of the bathroom to investigate.
“Chris what are you doing?”
Sitting in one of the chairs, jacket fully unzipped, basketball shorts still on but legs spread apart showing off his thick thighs. He has his head leaned back until he hears you start to walk over to him. Placing one of his hands on his lap lightly tapping himself, inviting you to come take a seat. 
“Come on baby girl, come take a seat and tell me why you seem so upset.”
Crossing your arms in protest, an attempt that wouldn’t last very long. You never lasted long when Chris looked like this. Hair disheveled, skin still sticky from sweat, half dressed because after a long show he just cant be bothered. 
“I don’t want to.”
“Oh you don’t? I just dont think I believe you.”
Reaching out to you still in your outfit from the concert. Tiny little skirt with nothing on underneath within grabbing distance of him. He takes the hem of your skirt pulling you a little closer to him. Running his index finger between your folds and bringing the wetness up to his mouth to suck it off. Taking everything in you to not whimper. 
“Sure doesn’t feel like you dont want to my sweet, deliciously sweet girl.”
He grabs your arm pulling you forward until you turn around, falling into his lap. You land so perfectly, your head falling back onto his shoulder, legs draped over his. His hands immediately start moving. One down under your skirt feeling around kneading your thighs. The other up your shirt finding your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. All while starting to give little bites to your ear lobe. 
“This is what I am thinking about you know.” he whispers into your ear as he starts circling around the bundle of nerves currently in desperate need of being touched.
“Think about when?”
“When im on stage, I picture this exactly. You in my lap letting me take you as I wish.”
“You mean when you are infront of thousands of people getting to think about you like that. Getting to fantasize about you.”
“Awww I know what’s wrong now. Did my baby get a little jealous?”
“Nooo” You start to whimper as he inserts 2 fingers and begins curving them up so perfectly.
“Oh yeah thats it, they may get to see what I look like when I think about you but they’ll never get to hear these sweet sounds that come from you.”
You feel his body shift as he pulls his shorts and boxers down enough to free himself. He take his hand and uses himself to start to tease you. Slowly causing you to buck, silently begging him to enter. 
“Nope baby I want to hear you tell me why you ran out of that arena so quickly when all I wanted after the show was to bend you over and take you before coming back here.”
“It’s silly Channie, fuuuckkk…. I don’t want to.” His fingers pumping in and out with his thumb circling your clit it was hard to think.
“Never silly baby tell me.”
“I was jealous…But not because you were on stage like that.”
“Oh?” You can feel his shit eating grin against your neck as he bites, sucks, and licks while you try to speak.
“I was jealous because I wasn’t up there with you. And Fuck Christopher you just looked so incredible. ”
“Good girl using your words.” He slips himself inside you pulling your waist down on him deeper. “Why don’t you show me what you would do if you were on stage with me.”
You sit up a bit, legs still draped over his, and begin moving yourself up and down.
“Chris, want them to know youre mine.” Your words slurring out.
“Yeah? Fuck yeah, show them. Show them what a good girl you are.”
“Im your good girl”
“Thats right baby, mine just mine. and I am all yours.”
He begins matching your bouncing with his own thrusts. Using one hand on your waist to guide you and the other to add extra stimulation.
He can feel you getting close and based off his unsteady grunts you could tell he was as well. 
“want me to show you how much I am yours y/n?”
“Yes, please show me!” You grasp at his thighs, as you feel the knot in your stomach about to burst.
“Fuck, Im going to cum in this pretty pussy and show the world you are mine. Cum for me sweet girl, cum for me and scream my name. No one can scream my name as perfect as can.”
“Chris uhhh fuck CHRIS”
“God, fuck you are such a good girl.”
Both of you reaching your high together, he starts to slow his movements helping you down from such a high, high. You can feel your combined arousal soaking Chris’ lap. You slouch down into his chest listening to his steading heartbeat.
“Imagine we did that on stage baby.”
“I think you be out of a job.” 
Both of you laughing against each other. You loved this feeling, right after where you felt so close to him.
“I love you Chris”
“And I love you more. I want to say there’s no need for you to get jealous but I’m not going to lie it’s pretty sexy on you.”
“Shut up! It’s not my fault you felt the need to look so fuckable on stage! You know what that manspreading does to me!” You turn slightly to playful swat at his arm but you are met with his hand palming your cheek and pulling you into the deepest kiss.
“Never forget I am yours, and I always will be.” You can hear his honey dripping smile through his words.
Suddenly all the unexplainable rage from an hour ago had melted away as you cuddled deep into Chris  and left little kisses on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly. 
“And I am yours Channie, now and forever.”
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spidermans-l-o-v-e-r · 5 months ago
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Orange Blossoms
Paring: Buck x reader
Word count: 6.6k
Notes: Going forward, Buck has consent. Like I just want to make that clear, he do be gettin a lil freaky in dis story but like, he does have consent and they do talk about it. I just did not write that. You know at least for now idk I might write in a lil bit who knows. But just so we’re all on da same page. Reader is just as freaky and adventurous as Buck
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Episode 8: Cant Fight the Moonlight
You kick Eddie from his own house. Okay not really but kind of. But Buck can’t exactly come over to your place? Bobby is there…Athena, May, Harry… that’s just like. A recipe for disaster 
So you beg Eddie to trade houses with you for a night, or rather Buck. And he agrees, after demanding you make him your “famous” blueberry muffins Bobby keeps talking about and you bake those first, setting them on the counter to cool as soon as possible 
“So? Are you nervous?” Eddie is leaning against the doorway watching you put on your makeup. You’re sat criss crossed on the sink and leaning into the mirror 
“Incredibly. What if he hates enchiladas? They’re not exactly a date food” 
“No, they’re a delicious, soul-filling food that should be eaten constantly” He walks over and hands you the brush you’re reaching for 
“Yes I made you extra, you can take them with you”
“Yessssss” he fist pumps and you roll your eyes, going back to putting on your makeup 
“He loves enchiladas by the way. And he’s gonna love your dress, which I know you’re also worried about”
You drop your makeup brush and spin around, “Oh god my dress! I forgot to iron it!!” He stops you at the door, turning you back around toward the sink 
“I did it for you, you seemed so frazzled I thought I’d take it off your plate” 
He helps you back up on the sink and you fake sniffle 
“Eddie you’re the bestest friend a girl could ask for” 
You’re busy fixing your hair when the doorbell rings. You squeal and toss the hairspray down 
“I’m not even dressed!!! Is he early?!” 
“About 10 minutes early yeah” Eddie looks at his watch as he pushes off the wall “I’ll go let him in” 
“Don’t let him back here!!” 
Eddie reassures you he’ll entertain Buck before leaving you to scramble and get your dress on. He checks that everything you have set up is ready one last time before he opens the door, Buck is standing there with flowers in his hands
“You good?” Eddie asks as he looks him over, he looks like he’s gonna pass out 
“Oh thank god you answered the door. Please I don’t know how to tie my tie and I figured I could get here early and ask you” 
Buck pulls him out of the house and to the side and Eddie stumbles after him 
“Okay, okay! I’ll help!” He takes the tie from Buck’s hand and starts to adjust it around his neck 
“You’re wearing a tie?” 
“Is it too much?? It’s too much isn’t it??” 
Eddie chokes him a little and he yelps “Hey!!”
“Thought it would distract you. You look great okay? The tie shows that you’re taking this seriously and you wanna look your best”
He finishes tying it up and tightens it around his neck 
“Not to mention she can pull it to lead you somewhere” He winks and Buck blushes deeply as he smoothes out his clothes. 
“Do I look okay?” He steps back, holding out his arms as he does a little spin and Eddie steps back too, looking at him 
“Will you take my advice if I give it to you??” 
“Definitely” 
Eddie steps forward now takes the back tie off and stuffs it in his own pocket. He unbuttons four of the buttons on Buck’s shirt and helps him roll the sleeves up. He tousles his hair a bit and straightens out his shirt once more 
“Perfect” 
“I feel slutty” He motions to the four buttons and Eddie nods 
“Good! You look slutty!!” Eddie sets his hands on his hips “You know, in a good way!” 
“You promise??” 
“I promise, that belt is working for your waist” 
Buck squeaks and shakes his hips excitedly “I know!! God, I was so proud in the mirror bro, bro, bro look how snatched I look!” 
“You do look pretty snatched” 
Eddie spins around and Buck blushes 
“Hey beautiful” 
“Hi” you giggle and step out of the house and he looks you up and down, sighing dreamily. Your dress is practically painted onto your body, it has a square neck and short sleeves 
“How do I look?” You do a little spin and then twist your ankle, too, showing off your booties 
“Y-you look stunning” he melts into Eddie as he stares at you and you blush, before reaching your hand out for him. He steps away from Eddie, taking your hand and kissing softly down your arm making you giggle 
“Hey! That tickles!” he hums happily and pulls you into him, kissing you senseless 
“You are soooo hot, especially with that choker,” he says, squeezing you tightly and you blush
“Why thank you, would you like to come in?” 
He gives you the biggest shit-eating grin and you punch him in the chest. Eddie holds his chest as he laughs and you roll your eyes 
“You guys are so childish!!” 
You stomp back into the house and Buck and Eddie follow after you
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“You know we’re supposed to be eating dinner,” You say as Buck’s hands slide down your sides and he kisses your neck
You’d taken the flowers from Buck and set them in a vase as Eddie got ready to leave. He whispered something to Buck and then came over and kissed your head, saying goodbye to both of you and he promised not to trash the loft. 
Buck followed you into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around your waist and asking if there was anything he could do to help 
“You can sprinkle the cheese over the enchiladas and put them in, they’ve just gotta warm up and then we can eat”
“Sounds good to me” He kissed your cheek before doing what you told him to and popping them in the oven. 
“So we’ve got about 15 minutes to kill what do you wan-“
You’re cut off by Buck cupping your face and pressing his lips to yours, he’s careful with your makeup, definitely enjoying all the extra hoops you went through for him 
“This okay?” He asks as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back eagerly 
“Set a timer so the food doesn’t burn,” you say against his lips and he blindly reaches for his phone in his pocket while you keep kissing him. He chuckles and pulls away a little to look at the screen and you press your lips to his neck, over and over leaving your lipstick on him. He groans softly and stumbles backward, pulling you into the living room with him. 
He falls down onto the couch, reaching out for you and you hike up your dress a bit and climb into his lap. He sighs contentedly and goes right back to kissing you. His hands roam your body, feeling over your soft hips and holding your ass in his hands 
“You’re so perfect” he mumbles and you smirk, pulling away for a second to look at him. He looks absolutely blissed out, he’s got glittery kiss marks all over his neck and his lips are stained red. His eyes are softly lidded, he’s definitely drunk on you.
“You wanna take it up a notch?” He winks and pulls you down onto the couch, he lays on you, pressing his body down on you and you blush, tangling your fingers back in his hair
“You know we’re supposed to be eating dinner,” You say as Buck’s hands slide down your sides and he kisses your neck
“Alarm hasn’t gone off yet, I’ve still got time” 
You feel his hand slide over the soft inside of your thighs as he kisses you, wrapping his tongue around yours and dominating you immediately. His hand slides further and further until his fingers brush gently against your panties. 
“Wanna see how fast I can make you cum?” 
Your mouth drops open and you slap his shoulder
“Buck!!” 
“Sooo… Is that a no?” He looks at you confused and you let your head fall back on the pillows 
“…How much time is left on the timer?” 
He fumbles for his phone on the coffee table and picks it up 
“Uhhh Eight minutes and 36 seconds” 
“Go crazy” 
Seven minutes and 56 seconds later you’re a panting mess on the couch whilst Buck proudly licks his fingers clean. He’s grinning from ear to ear as he watches you come back down to earth 
“Need help walking to the bathroom?” 
“I think I’ll manage” 
You stumble into the dining room 10 minutes later and Buck is sitting at the table with his hands clasped in front of him 
“Hey! I was supposed to set this up!”
Everything is laid out nicely and he even lit the two candles you’d brought out 
“I know, I’m sorry. I just wanted to help” He stands up, guides you over to your chair, and pulls it out for you
“I promise I haven’t tasted anything!! Even if I really really wanted to” 
He pushes you in and sits back in his own chair, folding his hands in his lap
“You can totally serve it though if you want to” 
“Are you sure you don’t want to!” You tease and he shrugs
“Of course I want to. But I’ll let you do it” 
He’s wriggling in his seat as he tries to just stay still and you raise a brow at him, before leaning over and grabbing his plate to serve him. He takes it eagerly from you and sets it down, putting his hands back in his lap 
“Alright, what gives?” You ask as you serve your own plate and set it down in front of you 
“What do you mean?” 
“You look like you’re about to skyrocket out of your seat. What’s going on?”
“You’re gonna think it’s stupid” He smiles sheepishly and you put your hand over his in his lap 
“Buck, unless you’re literally purposely being stupid I don’t think anything you do or feel is stupid okay? Trust me.”
“I do” he takes your hand and kisses your knuckles softly before taking a deep breath 
“I just… well I kinda didn’t eat today because I thought I was gonna throw up I was so nervous about having dinner with you and then I didn’t wanna eat anything because I wanted to be able to eat your food you know and then I was like oh god what if it sucks what if I have to lie so I kinda called Athena? And uh… I asked her if your cooking sucked and she said you were one of the best cooks she’s ever known and that I was lucky and then I took them out of the oven for you and oh god everything smells so good and I’m really just trying to control myself right now from devouring everything in sight” 
You blink slowly, taking in everything he said. It was all just one big, fast, sentence really. You turn back to the enchiladas pan and serve him three more on top of the four you gave him and he rubs his hands together excitedly 
“That good for now?” You smirk and he nods excitedly 
“Very, thank you. Can I please eat now?” 
You giggle and grab your fork “Knock yourself out” 
Buck eats like he hasn’t eaten in weeks, which is how you’ve recently learned, all firefighters eat. Especially one who hasn’t eaten all day. Eddie had advised you to make more than you normally would for two, maybe for four to six and he was right 
“So?” You ask as Buck starts on his third plate and he looks at you
“I literally never want to eat anything else for as long as I live” 
Buck is mostly quiet during dinner and it just cracks you up, after dinner he lazily helps you bring everything into the kitchen and starts to do the dishes as you put the food away 
“Hey I can do those” you pout and he scoffs
“Yeah no, you made this amazing food the least I can do is clean up for you” 
“But you’re a guest” you whine and tug at his shirt and he laughs 
“So are you, this is Eddie’s house” 
“So what I’m hearing is, we should be making Eddie do this” 
“Exactly! What a terrible host, making us do his dishes” Buck rinses the plate in his hands and you swipe it from him, taking the towel from his shoulder and drying it off 
“Really we should be leaving this whole mess for him” you agree and Buck chuckles, he turns to you and grabs your hips, lifting you onto the counter next to him and kissing your cheek 
“I guess we can help him out this one time” 
You blush and look at him as he washes out your glass pan for you 
“Yeah… I suppose so” 
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Who knew watching Buck do dishes would be so sexy… maybe it’s the way his arms flex when he turns things over, or maybe how big his hands are compared to the things he’s washing… you’re not really sure. But whatever it is, it sure is causing you to squirm 
“Do you have to go pee? Are you too tiny to get down from the counter?” Buck asks after he hands you another fork and your attention snaps back up to his eyes and not the way his hand goes in and out of the cup 
“What do you mean?” You ask and he rinses the cup 
“Well, you were drying that spoon for about three minutes. And you keep squeezing your thighs together. Do you need help with something?” 
Hell yes 
“Oh no!! No sorry I just kinda zoned out I guess” Your voice is a little high-pitched as you laugh it off and he narrows his eyes 
“Okay, yeah… sure” Oh he doesn’t believe you for a second 
He hands you the last cup and takes the second towel from the oven, drying his hands before he steps away from the sink 
“Well shit” 
The front of his shirt has a large wet patch on it and you giggle 
“Were you washing the dishes or yourself?” 
“Oh Hardy har har” He pokes your nose and you scrunch it up “I suppose I’ll just have to take it off”
“You’re gonna wha-“
Buck unbuttons the rest of his shirt and takes it off, shaking it out a little and hanging it from one of the cabinet doors. Your mouth falls open slowly at his back muscles, he turns back toward you and smiles 
“Like what you see bunny?” 
You turn on your heel, drop your towel onto the counter, and walk away 
“Nope! Don’t you dare bunny me right now” 
“Oh come on!! It was just a question!” 
You’re sitting across the couch from Buck with one leg crossed over the other watching a movie. He’d been giggly and teasing the entire time and you did your best to ignore him. 
“You know I’m gettin' kinda cold over here… all alone…” he pouts and you grab the throw blanket from the back of the couch and throw it at him 
He yelps and catches it with his face and you giggle a little. He balls it up and tosses it into the chair next to him 
“Awwww come on baby, please? I want cuddles” He’s pouting and sniffling as he crawls across the couch to you
“Back off” 
He keeps crawling over to you and you put your foot up on his chest to block him 
“Quit it!!” 
“No, I need you” He whimpers and your eyes widen “I need you so badly I’m so lonely baby” 
“You sound like the biggest fuck boy in the world” You toss your head back laughing and he moves your foot from his chest, putting your leg over his shoulder 
“Oh come on! I sound adorable!” 
“Do not!!! Try harder!!” You put your other foot up and he grins 
“You’ve got a thing for that huh?” 
“For what?” You ask, your cheeks blushing as he takes your other leg and puts it over his shoulder too
“When I cry for you… you like that don’t you?” 
You swallow thickly and look at him as he lays flat on the couch, he inches your dress up your thighs and you blink slowly 
“You like it when I beg for you… when I let you take charge…” 
You sit up fast and he pulls away, looking at you
“Do you like it?” You blurt out nervously and he smiles 
“Of course I do… if I didn’t I wouldn’t do it. Besides it’s nice, I always feel like I have to be on you know? Like I need to take care of everyone… it’s nice to just relax with you sometimes and you know… be taken care of” 
“What else do you like?” You ask and scoot forward now and his cheeks flush 
“I- I mean-“
“We don’t have to get crazy in-depth… that’ll come with time… but okay just tell me one thing you like” 
He thinks for a moment, flopping back on the couch and sighing 
“Somethingggg… that I like…” 
You climb into his lap and look down at him and he puts his hands on your hips 
“I like you” He blushes and you giggle “And I guess I like the way your pussy sucks my fingers in, makes me wanna stuff you full of my cock and see how much you can take… I know you definitely gave me a size kink baby doll”
Your cheeks flush deeply and he reaches up, rubbing your warm cheek with the back of his finger
“Wanna watch you ride me some time too, see if you can even fully sit on me”
“Is that a challenge?” You ask, tilting your head and he smirks 
“Maybe… tell me this… we kind of mess around constantly… Are you okay with that? I don’t want to seem shallow, you know? But I do have a very healthy sexual appetite and I just want to make sure we’re on the same page” 
“You wanna know if I match your freak huh?” You wriggle your eyebrows and he snickers, swatting your thigh 
“I like messing around just as much as you do,” you tell him while crawling forward on your hands and tilting your hips. He moans softly and slides his hands over your ass 
“Did you finish earlier?” You ask sweetly and he shakes his head 
“Oh no baby that was all about you”
“Well maybe it’s time for something to be all about you instead”
Buck holds your hands as you grind on him, your clit rubbing up and down his cock. He’d all but ripped off your panties and tossed them aside before messily shoving his pants down his hips. He was in way too much of a hurry after you slowly undid his belt, he could watch you do that over and over again. 
“What’s your favorite color?” He pants as you roll your hips
“W-what?” 
“What’s your favorite color” He’s mesmerized by the way your dress manages to keep the girls where they belong but he doesn’t think it’s going to last 
“Pink. What’s yours?” 
“Red… or maybe blue!! Aquamarine? I don’t know” 
He thrusts his hips up and you gasp loudly, he grins and does it again and you glare at him 
“Your turn”
“Fuck” you moan and his eyes roll back as he feels how wet you’re getting “Okay um… u-um… oh god- what’s a bad habit you have?” 
“Jesus-“ He can feel you teasing him with your entrance, just poking a bit and he has to fight to control himself and not flip you over and fuck you through the couch 
“U-uh, uhhh I’m kinda messy I guess? Fuck if I know I can barely think” he sits up quickly, knocking you backward and opening your legs up for him 
“If you were an ice cream flavor what would you be?” He grinds against you harder, his hips thrusting faster than your teasing pace and you brace your hand on his chest, you did say this was about him after all… 
“Ah! Oh god, Buck p-please please p-“
He covers your mouth for a minute and stops for a second, smacking your clit with his heavy cock and running it between your folds, giving you both a very much-needed minute to cool down. He teases your entrance, he can feel the way you’re clenching around nothing and he's dreaming of how it would feel if you were clenching around him
“Don’t you dare finish that damn sentence. Just answer the question” 
“Strawberry”
“That is so you” 
“Just the tip? You ask sweetly, your voice is so hot and needy
“If you think for one fucking second I’m going to be able to stop at just the tip” 
“Can you just try??” You huff as you prop yourself up on your elbows and he blinks rapidly at you 
“Miss Nash! Are you trying to compromise my virtue?!” 
You toss your head back laughing and he takes the opportunity to just slide the tip in 
“Oh…my-“ he watches you as he goes a bit further, with a level of control he had no idea he even had… but it’s worth it watching you take every inch he’s giving you, and it’s not very many
He stops and you immediately whine “P-please-“
“Nope, you said just the tip and I’ve already given you a little more than that” He’s barely keeping control of himself at this point, he eases himself back out and right back in 
“Ohhh… this is dangerous” he chuckles and you giggle with him, opening your legs more 
“Sooo so dangerous” you moan softly and he thrusts into you, it’s still just that little bit, but it’s enough right now for both of you, Buck however isn't sure if it'll continue to be enough in the future.
So much for that minute to cool down. 
“It’s your turn” 
“How big are you?” You purr and he smirks, rolling over your clit with his thumb as he just barely fucks you 
“Nine? Inches. I’m not sure” 
Your mouth drops open and he’s grinning like a madman
“I promise I’ll be gentle when we go all the way” 
His thrusts are short and quick and they’re driving you insane, you just want him inside you already. You go to wrap your legs around his hips and he stops you, pushing your knees up to your chest and pinning them in place. He pulls out and you whine, trying to reach for him and he pushes your hands away 
“Do you actually want our first time to be on Eddie’s couch? Because I’ll fuckin’ do it, don’t test me” he keeps your legs up and bends forward, dragging his tongue flat over your clit and you cry out, arching your back into his mouth. He moans around your clit as he makes out with your dripping pussy smothering himself and rubbing his nose against your clit 
“Where the hell did you learn to do this so well,” you say breathlessly, rubbing your hands in his hair and pushing his head down more he looks up at you, dipping his tongue inside you and groaning softly as he fucks you with his tongue. You watch him with wide eyes, as he stares into yours, writing nasty words with his tongue and sucking on your clit. His eyes roll back at the same time as yours and he chuckles when you squirm against him
He slides his fingers inside you, forgetting this was supposed to be about him, how could he think about himself when he’s got you laid out for him, legs spread, back arched. 
“Oh my god!” 
You finish on his tongue, again. This time accidentally squirting, he fucks you hard with his fingers, they plunge in and out of you quickly as he makes you cum twice in a row. If this was truly about him, he’d make you do it over and over until your body gave out and he got to fuck you while you lay there overstimulated and incoherent
That’s the dream 
But for now, he’ll take you like this, a babbling mess, that’s reaching for his cock to make him cum all over your pussy
Buck puts on Sleeping Beauty, your favorite Princess movie and lets you curl up into his lap, he strokes your hair softly, enjoying the way it feels under his palm, the soft curls make him think of other things that are soft
Patience was never one of his strong suits, but he would be for you. Just this once.
He watches you as you watch the movie, your eyes growing heavy, your body snuggling down into his.
“Such a pretty little thing”
He whispers softly, enjoying the way your cheeks turn pink as you roll your eyes at him
“Thank you”
“Know what’s even prettier?” He trails his fingers along your arm and you look up at him, smiling sleepily
“Hm?”
“Your pussy”
“Evan Buckley!!”
His arm comes around your waist properly now and he pulls you into his lap. He puts his feet up on the coffee table and spreads your legs over his
“Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen” he lifts the tshirt he put you in when you passed out and starts working your clit, massaging lazily, enjoying your soft little mewls as your ass grinds down onto his cock
“Next time I’m off baby girl, I’ll show you the meaning of stamina”
Eddie comes home after neither of you answer your phones, and he wasn’t worried at first but now he is a bit because he called a lot. 
He unlocks the door and peeks his head inside, the lights are off, and everything is clean… 
Oh god 
He walks slowly back to his bedroom, listening for any sort of movement from his bed. He cracks the door open and sticks his head inside with one eye closed. You’re curled up in a little ball next to Buck and you’re both passed out. You’re in one of Eddie’s T-shirts and Buck is in his basketball shorts 
Eddie approaches the bed, peeking into his trash can to see if there’s a condom or not and Buck stirs 
“Eddie? That you?” He mumbles sleepily and Eddie sets his keys down and takes his wallet from his pants 
“Yeah it’s me… what are you guys doing?” He asks hesitantly and Buck giggles before scooting over and pulling you closer to him, you sigh deeply, nuzzling your head into his chest and continuing snoring softly 
“It’s not what you think, she uh… fell asleep watching the movie and I put her in bed… got her all changed and everything. I texted Bobby from her phone to say she was sleeping over with both of us. Besides we did that on your couch”
“What did he say??” Eddie gags as he takes off his pants and shirt and tosses them to the chair in the corner of his room before crawling under the covers. He’s gonna have to burn his couch or bleach it. 
“I told him you gave her the guest room and that you and I were staying in here, even promised to lock the door” 
“That explains the very threatening text I received” he chuckles, resting his hands behind his head 
“You have a nice night?” 
“It was perfect Eddie. It really was… She’s just so beautiful, and so kind and interesting”
“Interesting huh?” Eddie climbs into bed, pulling the covers over himself and putting his hands behind his head
“Yeah! I made up this great game where…well okay it was just an easier way to get to know her let’s put it like that!”
Eddie makes a face and Buck grins widely at him, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively
“Why do I feel like this game is the reason I need to burn my couch”
“I have no idea what you mean”
Buck fawns all over you after that, excitedly telling Eddie every last detail, to the point he falls asleep telling him. Eddie smiles, tucking you both in and watching you snuggle deeper into Buck 
He’d never seen Buck so… content before. He’d been head over heels for girls before, but never like this… maybe he really was in love with you. 
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You decide to stay with them for some of today too, much to Bobby’s dismay but you assure him it’s just you three being stupid and hanging out. You’ve really become the three musketeers since you came here 
He still doesn’t like how much you hang out with them
Athena listens to his daily breakfast rants about how he loves those boys more than anything and he loves you even more than that but he’s just got this weird feeling in his gut that something is going on 
“You should really go to lunch with Bobby,” Eddie says as he sets up the karaoke machine, you’re cuddled in Buck’s lap playing on his phone 
“I know…I’ll text him later to see if he wants to” 
Buck takes his phone from you and you whine, reaching for it 
“No. Text him now” 
You pout, making your eyes as sweet and wide as you can and he crumbles, handing you back his phone 
“You are soooo easy” Eddie snatches the phone from your hands and hands you yours 
“Text him” 
“Hey!” Buck watches you text Bobby and shakes your shoulders 
“How come you listen to him!!” 
“Because I can’t kiss him into letting me have my way” 
“Gotta learn to say no buddy” Eddie hands him the mic and he sets you aside on the couch 
“Your moms gotta learn to say no”
“What” 
He scrolls through the songs on his phone before picking one. He turns around to face the wall and Eddie rolls his eyes 
“Alright we’re going to lunch and I’m spending the afternoon with him!” You lock your phone and toss it aside 
“Where are you guys going?” 
“Olive Garden” 
“Bring us breadsticks,” Buck says as he hits play. 
Buck is the most dramatic man you’ve ever met in your life. He does a whole weird ballet jump as he spins around and starts singing 
“What did you do??” Eddie asks you as Buck sings into the microphone 
“I didn’t do shit” You laugh as he sings “That Should Be Me” by Justin Bieber. He’s giving it his all. This is karaoke, he doesn’t play okay. 
“Are you sure??” Eddie asks again and you cover your mouth trying to keep from laughing more as you fall into him, your body shaking. Buck is on his knees now, crawling to you and you wheeze, as he puts his hand on Eddie’s face and shoves him away. He goes rolling over and you fall back on the couch trying to breathe but nothing is coming out 
Buck finishes his song by laying out flat on the floor and scream-singing and you and Eddie lose it, there’s no damn reason for him to be like this but he just is and you both love him for it 
“So anyway it’s your turn,” Buck says, handing you the mic and you snatch it from his hands 
“Oh? I’m just supposed to go next after that??” 
“Well if you don’t think you can beat me…” he taunts you and you smirk wickedly 
“Oh it’s on, Buckley” 
You scroll through your phone for a minute before staring right at him and he raises an eyebrow. You queue up the song and stand in front of them, putting your hands on your hips. 
Peacock by Katy Perry does not start subtly. 
As soon as you point at Buck and start singing, his face immediately flushes a deep red and you grin evilly. Eddie’s mouth drops open and Buck slaps at him when he starts laughing
You shake your hips doing a little dance to the song and Buck hides his face in his hands 
“Jesus Christ Y/N” he laughs, as he blushes and you dig through the box, grabbing the second mic and tossing it to Eddie 
“No!! No, absolutely not!” Buck tries to yank it from him but he shoves him off, getting up and taking your hand and spinning you around. You and Eddie dance in sync, shaking your hips and doing little shimmies and Buck rolls over onto the couch, screaming into the pillow and curling into a ball  
“You got the finest architecture” Eddie sings and you wheeze into the mic as you try to keep singing 
“End of the rainbow-looking treasure” You fall to your knees and Eddie yanks the pillow from under Buck 
“Such a sight to see” 
You crawl over to Buck and climb onto him, sitting on his back 
“And it’s all for me”
You and Eddie finish the song together and Buck lies dead on the couch as you and Eddie laugh at him 
“I’m never doing karaoke again!!” His voice comes out muffled as he tries to smother himself in the couch cushion and you wiggle on him 
“Oh come on!! At least the song is true!!” 
“Oh my god” Eddie snorts and Buck groans louder 
“Y/N!!!” 
“Oh come on! It is!!! I nearly passed out the first time you-“
Buck knocks you off of him and you crumple to the floor, he drags himself off the couch and covers your mouth as fast as he possibly can. Eddie’s mouth drops open and he stares at Buck 
“Bro! Bro?!?!!!” He gestures and Buck shakes his head 
“It’s not what you think!!!” 
“You fucked Bobby’s niece?!” 
“Hey!!! You know your rule!! It's, you know, not really sex if you don’t put it in!!!” 
You lick Buck’s hand and he yanks it away 
“Ew!!!”
“Does just the tip count in that rule?” You ask Eddie and you don’t think his mouth could open any wider but it does. He slaps his hands on the side of his face and spins in a ridiculous circle making weird robot noises 
“I can’t even comprehend what the fuck you just asked me!!!” 
“Good! Let’s drop it!!” Buck says quickly and Eddie points two fingers at him 
“You didn’t tell me you put the fucking tip in!!! Did you!??-” He makes a weird jacking-off motion and you fall backward crying with laughter 
“I mean?!!!” 
Everyone is yelling at this point, he’s so sure his neighbors can hear it 
“You what?!?!!!” Eddie screams and Buck gets off the floor, tugging on his hair 
“I just kinda?!?!!! I- okay!! Okay!! It was just the tip and it wasn’t even that much okay like I just you know thrust in her a few times, teased her, and then pulled out!!”
“You came in me though, remember? When I was jacking you off-“
“This is so fucking graphic” Eddie mumbles 
“I put the tip back inside!! You called me your-“
“Don’t!!”
“Cream pie slut!” 
Eddie just full-on screams at that, he pretends to faint on the couch and Buck goes running back to Eddie’s bedroom and locks himself in 
“He called you his what?!” Eddie can’t even yell anymore; he's sure he’s broken his throat at this point. He rolls off the couch and right onto you, smooshing you against the floor 
“Ow!! Hey!! Get your phat butt off of me!!” 
“P-h-a-t or F-a-t” Eddie asks 
“P-H” Bucks yells through the bedroom door and Eddie rolls off of you, snorting and giggling 
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Buck and Eddie drop you back off at Athena’s around one. You hug them both tightly, nuzzling into Buck a little more, and kiss their cheeks 
“I’ll see you guys later!” You hop out of the car and they both wave 
“Bye baby” Buck pouts and you pout back 
Eddie gets out and takes the front seat, ruffling your hair before he gets in “Go on before you idiots get caught. Bye sweet pea”
“Hey, honey!” Bobby is at the kitchen table with Harry as you walk in, you come down and kiss the top of his head and slap your hand on Harry’s head. He shoves your hand away and you snort 
“Hi Bobby, Harry” you bat your eyelashes “My bestest friend in the entire world” 
“Do you bother your boyfriend this much” he rolls his eyes and you freeze up, Bobby laughs and you back up a bit behind him and go digging in your mini backpack 
“She doesn’t have a boyfriend” Bobby smiles and pats his arm and Harry looks at you confused, you pull out $50 from your wallet and zip your lips 
“Oh… yeah I just wanted someone to remind her she’s forever alone,” He says quickly and Bobby laughs loudly 
“That’s not nice!” 
“You didn’t have to laugh that hard!” You slap his arm “I’m gonna go change and then we can go… Harry, I have that uh… deodorant you asked me to pick up. You wanna put it in your room? I don’t wanna go in there…” 
He gets up and you two race up to May’s bedroom. You slam the door shut and May shrieks. You shove the $50 in his hand and point a finger at him 
“Alright, start talking. How the heck did you know?!”
“How did he know what??” May asks as she shuts her notebook 
“Is it Buck or Eddie?” Harry crosses his arms over his chest “I’m like 90% sure it’s Buck” 
You groan loudly and flop down onto your bed 
“I knew it was him!!!” 
“How?!” You and May shout and then shush each other 
“I overheard Mom on the phone talking to Maddie, she asked if she’d seen much of Buck lately and she said no because he was spending all his time with some girl”
Your mouth drops open “Maddie doesn’t know?!” 
“I guess not, mom didn’t say anything”
“So how did you know??” May asks 
“I saw him sneaking out of our house one night” 
“You have him in here when I’m asleep?!” May launches her pencil at you and you put your pillow in the way 
“It doesn’t happen often!!! Most times we just go hide out in the bathroom! He can’t exactly spend the night”
“So you are dating Buck?” Harry asks and you try to suffocate yourself with your pillow 
“Sort of?? He’s… not my boyfriend. We’re waiting to make it official”
“And you haven’t told Bobby because??” 
“Because he would murder Buck and burn the body,” May says and you roll over, kicking your legs 
“Please, please, please. Don’t tell on us, okay? We’ll let him know when the time is right. But right now we’re still trying to become an us” 
“What do I get out of this,” He asks and you look at him 
“Your life?” 
“200 bucks”
“That’s highway robbery!!” You lunge at him and he dodges 
“It’s that or I tell him right now!!! Oh, Bobby!!!” He shouts and you run to your bag, grabbing another $50 
“You little-“ you mumble and put it in his hands, May sighs and grabs her money jar, pulling out two more $50s 
“You don’t-“ 
“If you think for one second he isn’t going to start blackmailing me too” 
“Ladies, I know absolutely nothing about anything” He does a little bow and you and May both throw him out 
“Hey? Everything okay?” Bobby peeks around the corner and all three of you stare at him 
“We’re good!!” You say and May and Harry nod along 
“Okay…. Sure…” Oh, he’s not buying it at all but he lets it go. “Hurry up and get changed sweetheart and we’ll go!” 
“Okay, Uncle Bobby!” You run back into the room and rummage through your half of the closet 
“Harry won’t say anything,” May says as she leans against the wall next to the closet 
“You think so?” You wriggle into a pair of high-waisted shorts, jumping to get into them and she laughs at you 
“Yes I think so, he may be a brat sometimes… but I trust him” You pull on a cute pink cropped tank top and change into your white sneakers 
“Alright, do I look cute enough to not be hiding a boyfriend??” You do a little spin and she giggles 
“You look adorable! Anddd you know who else would think that?” You tie your hair back with a white bow and May snaps a picture of you applying your lipgloss. You roll your eyes at her 
“Don’t you dare se-“ you look down at your phone as it starts ringing. 
“Hi Buck, Hi Eddie” 
Buck is driving as Eddie holds up the phone for them 
“Which Olive Garden are you going to?” Buck asks, looking over at you for a second, his cheeks flush and you smile 
“I’m not sure, whichever Bobby goes to I guess? I don’t exactly crazy know the area…” 
“It’s the one he always goes to, Buck,” May says and your mouth drops open at her betrayal 
“Stay just like that baby I’ll meet you there” he winks and Eddie starts hitting him as he laughs his ass off 
“Goodbye, dumbass!!” You say in a singsong voice as you hang up 
“What is he about to do” you sigh and May shrugs 
“No idea! But it’s probably going to get him in trouble” 
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P.S Imma edit this later Imma be so real its been a long week lmaoooo
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icharchivist · 1 year ago
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DGM 248 spoilery thoughts:
(link to the chapter there)
-There's something so soft and intimate about all of them naping together it makes me want to cry
-Allen sleeping with the jar is so upsetting :(
-"haha yeah Allen! Go stay hydrated! this is what you deserve king! .... something is going to go wrong."
-AND WHAT A THING. HELLO NEA? ITS BEEN A WHILE.
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-NEA YOU CANT SAY THAT TO PEOPLE
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-World's most adorable and annoying parasite.
-Man Nea is REALLY MAD Allen forgot about him. But he is really being a bitch about it :sob:
-Also Nea REALLY doesn't want Allen to go to the Campbell Mansion? I hope it doesn't discourage Allen since it's our only clue as to bring Lavi back in the story since it's the only place that seems to hold answers. But if anything that just makes the mansion even more suspicious to hold actual answers.
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-EXCUSE ME EXCUSE ME EXCU???? HAS ALLEN NOT BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH PEOPLE USING HIM
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-first this page absolutely slaps, it looks gorgeous
-Second, that's good Allen knows about it now, i kinda. forgot he wasn't aware of it yet
-but third: Nea and the WORST WAYS to inform someone they should start having an identity crisis.
-He's SOOO petty about the fact Allen gave himself to him, then forgot about him, and now is actively working against him. Fucking blows man.
-So like does Allen have to expect Nea to pop up from any mirrors to give him existential crisis at all time. poor lad.
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-Allen you were doing such a good job at finally opening up to the people around you and not lying and faking a smile to pretend that everything was alright while nothing is. Sweetie you had made progress like, yesterday night. Please. Don't lie now. especially when Nea told you something super important that everyone could try to learn about.
Esp since you have Kanda with you right now like *grabs his shoulders* how about you talk with mister "was forcefully reincarnated in a new body without my memories" when the man inside of you tells you you've been reincarnated in a new body without your memories, but out of your own free will. Allen. Allen.......
I mean i know why he does that, Allen always takes everything upon himself and all but :( god this is so sad, he was making progress and Nea just came along and ruined everything again.
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im in shamble.
Anyway it was a great chapter reminding us of the threat Nea has and how difficult the whole thing is emotionally speaking for Allen.
Damn all i wanted was him to be hydrated and now he has yet another identity crisis :( this guy never wins.
Chapter was gorgeous also. A wonderful read. thank you Hoshino-sensei. And thank you to Kougeki scans as always!
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foreverrandomwritings · 6 days ago
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Season 8 Episode 8: Wannabes.
I set so many alarms this morning so I could watch this before work and I turned them all off so here I am watching it at 8pm.
I saw a tiktok this morning about saying we won. So I’m hoping that means what I think it means and if it doesn’t I’ll cry.
It starting out with Brad on his show on this show is so funny lol.
Eddie come on honey you could’ve sugar coated it at least a little bit.
A cart cop. Okay I love this. As someone who has been a cart grabber before it sucks ass walking the whole parking lot to find them.
Oh Athena you are one badass woman.
Eddie and Christopher🥹🥹 I need Christopher to come back asap. I just want Eddie to be happy.
Shit everything went belly up in like 2 seconds.
Brad is so eager to help it’s so adorable.
They kissed and Eddie is like omg stop I want to be kissing someone. He has Buck on his mind fo sho👨🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏼
Brad what the fuck are you doing?
Bobby talking about how Brad’s show is fake on this show that is fake is perfection.
NO NOT THE CART COP!
DETECTIVE ROMERO IS BACK YAY! I LOVE HIM AND I’VE MISSED HIM!
Athena mothering the cart cop is so adorable🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹
I have a feeling this cart grabber doesn’t want to be recorded because he’s not who he says he is🤷‍♀️
Eddie and Brad bonding is strange. Brad shut up you are making Eddie more depressed. Brad gave him advice😫
Not many thoughts on the suspects of the cart cop beater.
I knew this guy was gonna like Brad lol.
This guy said Brad is his comfort captain and I said lol. Like Bobby isn’t my comfort captain and this show isn’t one of my comfort shows so I guess I’m loling at myself.
Brad feeling like a hero and then getting knocked out by the mirror on the truck is hilarious.
There’s 10 minutes left. HOW IS WHAT I WANT TO HAPPEN GONNA HAPPEN IN 10 BLOODY FUCKING MINUTES!
Uhm Eddie why do you seem upset that Buck is there? uhm Buck why do you seem so chill with Eddie leaving? Oh it’s just the usual false sense of happiness I see. Poor boy doesn’t want his husband to leave him. I understand why Eddie wants to leave so he can be closer to Christopher but also Eddie can’t leave Buck. Buck needs Eddie. Buck looks so sad noooo.
I knew it was the cart grabber. That old bugger. I also knew he wasn’t who he said he was.
5 BLASTED MINUTES HOW IS WHAT I WANT TO HAPPEN TO HAPPEN! PLEASE I CANT GO 4 MONTHS WITHOUT IT HAPPENING. IM BEGGING YOU 911 TO GIVE ME WHAT I WANT PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Oh cart cop you sweet boy. I just wanna give him a hug. Especially with Athena mothering him again.
Cart Cop: You think I could be a real cop?🥹
Athena: I say this with so much love. But no.
Eddie, Buck and Chim all acting on Brads show is so perfect. God this is so crazy brainfuckery.
WHAT I WANTED TO HAPPEN DIDN’T HAPPEN FUCK EVERYONE. I HATE THIS BULLSHIT.
Guess I’ll fucking see you in March stupid ass fucking show🖕🏻
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apocalyptic-morals · 2 years ago
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A ramble of my life-
I simply need to get this out in some way.
There are very few people in my life who would accept me 100% for who i truly am. but to be honest i find myself asking, why does it even matter? what does their acceptance do for me? i am fake- i am a mirror reflecting what i think other people want, and therefore to them that is who i am. i am who they think i am to them, a small fragment of their life story in their head. this is the first time i am being honest to anyone other than myself. i simply lack empathy for most people. im not stupid, im not socially inept. i know what reactions matter to what topics, i know when to act sensitive, when to seem warm and open. i know how to make myself cry at funerals, i know when to laugh at peoples jokes. i know when i should seem to care.
alas, i am not completely emotionally empty. the only emotionally bonding experience i am able to have is with animals, such as cats, dogs, birds, anything. i have absolutely no clue why this is the way it is for me. i have bear witness to many morbid obscurities, as a matter of fact i am pursuing forensics since blood and g*re doesnt bother me. however, the first time i felt any tears on my face in many years was actually recently, when i put my dog down. i cant remember the last time i felt happiness.
i truly wish i wasnt this way. in the same way people try NOT to care about things, ive done all i can to force myself to care. im not even considered a loner- i initiate social interactions all the time. i have a partner, a family, friends. i feign these interactions because it seems like it should be normal- if i didnt, my family would be worried, and would try and seek me help. this honestly seems like a hassle over something that cannot be tamed, out of convenience i am a mirror to their views on me. to everyone i am me, to me i am no one. i was raised to care about the people around me, i was raised to be kind and loving, to be normal and so as to keep up this façade, i do everything i can to live up to their expectations.
at the same time, i know its not normal to not react to things properly. if i had it my way, id be a hermit. very few things make me feel happiness, very few things make me feel sadness. very few things bring emotion out of me. this lack of emotions would make me seem like an asshole in many settings. for example, at work, someone who had a dairy allergy received cheese on their sandwich. even though i knew and understood the severity of the situation, i just simply couldn't care. in my head, i made the situation right for me, out of my own convenience. i could even go so far as to say had that lady taken a bite and something terrible happened, i still wouldn't care. any tragedy in my life that has occurred regarding people, i just don't feel anything about. im j hollow all the time.
my partner and mines bond is the closest to a genuine bond ill ever have with a human- its because they are kind enough to try and figure me out. they are the only person to make me want to continue life, and thats good enough for me to keep trying for them. however, i have absolutely no clue what love is. i don't think my partner would want to stay with someone like me for very long when they have so much affection to give, so theres no point in searching for answers. if they stay, they stay. if they go, good for them. they are the only person ive discussed this with. i dont know if they want to fix me, or what they want, but for now i don't mind their presence. living with them is convenient anyways, to say the least.
to put an end to this rambling, theres only one more thing id like to mention. whether or not theres a reason why i am the way i am, it doesnt matter. i am who i always have been, and i cant change. someone i do look up to is the character from dexter, dexter morgan. other than the fact i have 0 interest in pursuing homicide as a hobby, hes someone i see myself in in a sense where his sense of self is very similar to my own views. he fakes it till he makes it, and goes after his motives and goals (even though theyre completely different from my own). i look up to him because he eventually is able to form somewhat genuine relationships with others, and throughout the series you see a plethora of emotions shine through him. i simply hope i can do the same.
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mirtifero · 1 year ago
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I dont typ e it because i lack the emergy ans my head hirts. Funnn fun fun fun fun i want to kill myself i wished i was dead isnt it funnt isnt it so fucking funny i love saying that bevause it doesnt feel serious right everyone feels rhat everyone doed ! Why would you care if i said i was going to kill myself. Im a hysteric little bitch an annoying ass teenager i think too much i live in my own dumb world and jmahine things tjay arw nkr eeal ams make everyone angrynat em and eberuone LEAVES Isnt that funy isnt it. It is funny it has to be. Kt need s to be funnt. Im hysteric and thats why no one tales me seirlusly . If i wastn tlike this people would take me seriously. Ah yes thank you for your interesting imput nook ineed to say it like a weird bitch i cannot be normal for fucjs asake i thi k im always rigth i thing k im always correct and i al2aus always need everyothing to be funnt and good and everything has to have hope i. Jt because it NEEDS to because otherwise i will DIE. the ghosts of people who left because thwy couldnt care leas about ne haunt me and j think abkut them coming back and laughing at me all the time. Everyone laughts at me. Its so easy to laugh at someone whk wants to be funny all the time. Isnt it funny. I find it funnt. Im laughing rght now. Shsoukd ng i?every noght i dream i cant speak i cant breathe i cant move and everuone laughs at me and everyone thisnks im crazy. And every dream i see people loving me and laughing bevause they KNOW they wont coome backk they are GONE . I cant do anything right
Its been 24 days since winter break statterx. 24 days. 24 days and i STILL FWEL LIKE THIS. I STILL FEEL LIKE THIS. AJBQQNBS ISNT IT AMAZING. ????? . GOD IM SO STUPID.
Im just on my period oh im just a teenager oh itll pass im justt FINE. EVERYONE feels like this. Everyone has a perdect body and perfwct everything and looks in the mirror and feels like a hysteric ugly weak bitch and thinks why am I even trying. I habe what? More than a year clean. Provavly more than one year and a half. And i still dream about cutting myself in front of people i think about BEGGING to be listened to I dream of BEGGING to be HEARD.
But my psychologist is right everything is OKAY
I'm just a teenager.
It will go away
I need to wait
I need to wait
I' normal im just like any other girl.
Perhaps as hysteric as any other girl. As fake as any other. Im just like the ones who bullied and abused me.
I just need to wait
EVERYONE feels like this. EVERYONE commits suicide in most of their dreams. EVERYONE is horrified and thinks about how everyone is going to leave them. EVERYONE WANTS TO DIE. AND EVERYONE. EVERYONE. IS STUPID AND WILL NEVER EVER EVER EVER BE LISTENED TO BECAUSE THEY ARE A HYSTERIC PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT WHO CANT DO ANYTHING RIGHT AND IS JUST EMBARRASSING AND EMBARRASSING AND A LITTLE KID WHOS EMBARRASSING TO EVERYONE AND I AM JUST TROUBLE AND I AM just. I just. I wanted to have just died back then. I wanted to have just died before I discovered that life can be better. I didn't need hope. I feel forever tired. No amount of winter breaks will fix this. No growing up will. And if it will I'll kill myself for it. Because it's just too embarrassing to lie. And I'm not lying. I'm not. I'll kill myself. I'll kill myself if I was lying. I'm not lying. I'm not exagerating im not being dramatic im not im not im not i just want people to HEAR me. I just want to be heard. Please. Please . Please. Please. Im so sorry. Please. Please. I hate myself and all that i get embarrassed for. I hate evrything i am. I hate how i cant seem to do anything. Im a liar. Im a liar im a dirty liar. Please. Please.
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fuckzachariah · 9 months ago
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Crimson light bled muddily, uncertain if it served to be light at all, and through the dinge Zach tried to find Alex’s eyes. They shone, flashing wide at him like beams through murky water. She forbade him from acting on his idea with a sternness he hadn’t heard from her in years, finding the thought of him putting himself at risk unacceptable. Though she surely would not make it out, he could not help his smile. He laughed a little; not mocking, but pleasantly baffled. “No,” he answered lightly. “It’s not hard. You just-" but Alex kept talking, so he fell silent, chuckling through his nose. He found it impossibly charming, her protecting him. After all that talk about sacrificing him. He nodded, stepping away from the button panel, still subtly attempting to make out any movable ceiling slats. He was sure she was right - people were expecting them, it couldn’t be too long before they were found. Besides, he could afford to waste some time with her alone in there before he took any drastic measures. Especially if she was willing. He wondered if Kylie would feel any type of way about their predicament should she find out.
But the universe had heard his call, and dropped the perfect excuse right into his lap; what was I supposed to do, Kylie, take the next elevator? That would just be rude. A frothing presentiment brewed in his abdomen as their reality settled over him. Though they had been alone before, this felt intimate; protected by the false nature of their sight, uttering anything and everything into the potent red darkness. Alex slipped out from under his hand, and immediately he felt the cool cruelty of her absence on his skin. “Nothing to be sorry for,” he assured her, talking low; they already filled so much of the small space, his typical volume seemed unnecessary. Zach knew he did not even have to admit as much to her; he had liked that upon her base instincts being triggered, she reached for him. Alex settled rather quickly into their predicament, feeling it out as she slid down the wall and landed gently upon the floor. Zach made out her shadow, so small at his feet, and smirked into the darkness. He turned to do the same, sinking down to land right beside her, only a few inches wedged between them. Without his eyes, his other senses heightened; her perfume entranced him, the closeness of her warmth dizzied him.
I would’ve said yes. Zach stacked this comment atop the pile of evidence he hoarded in his mind; that this was not all in his imagination, and that she did in fact feel similarly to him. He would have to remember to recall upon it next time he doubted himself. The crown of his head knocked gently against the mirrored wall he rested upon, elbows propped on his raised knees, smiling privately at the comment. “Mm. I like to think I’m more practiced in the art of subtlety now,” he joked back, eyes canting up to nothing; so low to the ground, the ceiling could barely be made out through the dim crimson. “Take your keys when you weren’t looking, pretend to lose my phone. Fake a heart attack. The classics.” He laughed, the sound full and real, as the absurdity of their situation launched itself upon him. Of all the signs, wasn’t this a little heavy handed? “Sorry, but isn’t this fucking ridiculous? You know I don’t believe in fate, but, fuck," he drew out his curse. "At this point it’s a joke.” He shook his head, setting his hands down by his sides, guitar-scarred fingertips pressing into the recently polished marble floors. “Well, actually - how long has it been…” he asked, the question initially prompted by his inner debate regarding the cosmic force of their circumstance, but as it was delivered, it became rooted in genuine curiosity. “How long since you came back?”
She found herself staring at the screen, her delicate fingers wrapped tightly around her phone, almost as if she believed sheer force of will could make it function properly. But her efforts were in vain; the screen remained unchanged. With a frustrated sigh, she flipped the device over, using its flashlight feature to illuminate her surroundings. Meanwhile, Zach took the initiative, embarking on an impromptu investigation of their cramped quarters. His eyes scanned the space for any sign of emergency features. As he approached the control panel, he continued to extended his arm toward her. Only then did she realize she was still clinging to him, her grip surprisingly strong. It continued to astound her how effortlessly they slipped into their respective roles when they stopped overanalyzing and simply acted. His protectiveness towards her had always been evident. Once, she was almost certain he would have laid down his life for her without a second thought. Despite her petite frame and outward appearance of vulnerability, she harbored a fierce determination to reciprocate that loyalty. He pressed the call button, but to their dismay, it remained unresponsive. Anxiety coiled in her stomach, climbing steadily towards her chest, amplifying the rhythm of her heart. Yet, amid the rising panic, she found solace in one undeniable truth: she wasn’t facing this alone.
A soft crimson glow filtered into the elevator, casting just enough light for her to see Zach’s silhouette. With a tilt of his head, Zach gazed up at the ceiling, his mind clearly at work. She tried to follow his line of thinking, knowing that if anyone could devise an ingenious escape plan, it would be him. Memories flooded back to her, recalling the evening of her father’s birthday when she had indulged in almost an entire bottle of champagne in her childhood bedroom. In her bubbly haze, she’d implored Zach to join her, coaxing him to scale the towering mansion and slip through her window. Without hesitation, he accepted the challenge, and as he stepped into her room, he greeted her with a most memorable welcome. That night, he stood as her unwavering protector, shielding her from various obstacles when she couldn’t fend for herself. And now, he was here once again, ready to rescue her. Concern etched her brow as he suggested prying open the elevator doors. She shook her head vehemently, her voice firm with conviction. “No. Are you crazy? I don’t want you to get hurt.” She couldn’t bear the thought of him suffering a horrifying injury with no means of contacting the outside world. “We’ll stay put and wait for someone to come to us. Surely, Drew and Kylie will wonder where we are.” Her words carried a note of reassurance, as if she were trying to convince herself as much as him.
His touch, like a gentle embrace from a hearth’s warmth, enveloped her hand, stirring a flutter within her chest. She reflexively loosened her grip on his forearm, offering a sheepish smile. “I’m fine. Sorry,” she laughed, her fingers grazing over the soft knit of her skirt. With a resigned sigh, she urged herself to embrace their predicament. They were, quite literally, stuck. As Alex eased down the wall, seeking solace in the cool embrace of the tiled floor, she tossed her purse beside her, meeting his gaze with a playful glint in her fawn-colored eyes. “If you were looking for a way to spend more time with me, you could’ve just asked. No need to orchestrate this elaborate scheme and break the elevator,” she teased, a mischievous smile dancing upon her lips. “I would’ve said yes.” Her words carried a light-hearted flirtation, a soft jest at the absurdity of their situation.
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icewindandboringhorror · 4 years ago
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what a costume looks like in the mirror vs. what the photos actually look like once I view them on my camera ghgjh
#like everything looks perfect and great until you actually do the photos and then it's like...#makeup blotchy.. wig frazzled.. pores visible.. lips suddenly cracked and dry.. eyes crooked.. fabric of the outfit looks nasty.. fake ears#look blatantly fake all of a sudden even though they blended in a second ago.. jaw line has suddenly ENTIRELY changed shapes#somehow.. cheekbones migrated to a different area of the face.. eyebrows are 8 different sizes#i know the thing about how mirrors are looking at stuff in reverse so you always look weirder in photos but like#this is I think more than that lol#and I don't think its a personal self esteem thing or something because I usually like the costume!! I'm actually excited#I'll be like 'hell yea this looks super cool I cant wait for the photos to turn out good' and then they're just... weird as hell#and it's so shocking/baffling like.. Where Did THAT Come From???#maybe it's because i got a nicer camera a few years ago?? my old camera was so grainy you could barely make out details#and maybe just like.. the fact that so many more details show up now is weird#but like.. I can SEE thos details in the mirror?? idk why they wouldn't be visible in the mirror yet suddenly warped in photos#maybe my settings are weird? like the focus or depth perception of the camera is off from what my eyes have in real life#as well as maybe lighting (like my room is bright but then the camera's too dark etc. so I'm seeing things in person lighter than#they are on the camera).. my camera does have a weird thing where it always seems overly contrasted#and i always have to try to correct how weirdly shadowy everything is once i get the photos on the computer#idk what the hell it is but it's so weird lol#i dont know enough about cameras to know which settings to correct though or how to change the depth perception and etc. so it#doesnt always make my features looks strange and stretched out instead of more flat like they are in the mirror#i guess this is why people use photoshop but like.. i dont hgh i dont know how to!!
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rek1s-headband · 4 years ago
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Hi! May I please request random bf headcanons for cherry? Ty!
➯A/N: Hi!! Thanks for the request! Hope you enjoy, and have a lovely day!
➯ Random boyfriend headcannons
➯ Characters: Kaoru Sakurayashiki x gn! reader
➯ Warnings: none:)
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If yall met when you were still in high school, he would’ve tried to convince you at least once to let him pierce you or give you a tattoo.
That’s how you would’ve gotten together initially too. His face inches from yours, sticking his tongue out in concentration as he pulls the needle through your lip. Adjusting a piece of jewellery on your lip to match his, he’d gently wipe a stray drop of blood away from your lips with his thumb
You found you couldn’t pull away as you stared into his eyes, slowly closing them as he pulled you in for a gentle kiss. It was quick, but as soon as you pulled away he was pulling you back in for another, and another. The light throbbing in your lip was the least of your worries
He would’ve been so protective of you when he’d go with Adam and Joe to those underground skate meet-ups. Of course, he’s only gotten worse, now he refuses to leave your side at S for fear of some creep trying to hit on you
You have the most unnecessary beef with Carla. You know its a joke of course, but since Carla is, well, a robot, she’s not too knowledgeable about teasing. You’d ask her a load of random, strange questions she couldn’t possibly answer, or you’ll tell her how Kaoru is all yours and she’ll start overheating. Now any time you try to ask her a question she literally just. refuses to answer you
“Master, please tell y/n I dont want to speak to them.” “Oh I’ll show you master-”
Kaoru is indifferent to PDA. He doesn’t hate it, he just doesn’t think others deserve to see you like that. Hell give you the occasional forehead kiss, but even so his arm is constantly glued to you in some way
Behind closed doors though, he cant seem to get enough of you. He loves having you in his lap, his head on your shoulder while you watch TV. If you play with his hair he’s like putty in your hands, leaning into your touch with closed eyes and almost a purr. Loves when you drag your fingertips along his arms and his back, its a comfort to him
You and him will constantly gang up on Joe and absolutely violate the man. It’s already bad with just Kaoru, now imagine the poor guy having to deal with both of you
You’ll hide in the crowd during his exhibitions, occasionally shouting out praise trying to throw him off.
Or worse, you’ll just silently stand there, watching him look around suspiciously, knowing you’re hiding somewhere even if you hadn’t explicitly specified you’d be there. When he finally locks eyes with you, he has to try extremely hard not to laugh as he watches you stare him down, a small grin creeping over your face
You’ll go on dates to Joe’s restaurant just to annoy the shit out of him. You’ll act extra lovey-dovey just to make him uncomfortable, and the pair of you will fake a proposal at least once a month to get free cake(its always one of those shitty plastic rings you get from the dollar store too)
You dyed your hair pink to match with him once, and he absolutely loved it. The two of you would style your hair and clothes to match, and you were quite the sight to see at S
Slow dancing in the kitchen while you make dinner is a regular thing for the two of you. You’ll be idly stirring the pot when one of your songs come on, and suddenly Kaoru is pulling you away from the stove, twirling you around the kitchen and humming in your ear. More often than not you’ll get carried away and burn the dinner.
Who cares, takeout tastes good too
He’s awful at tying his hair up properly, and gets you to tie it for him before an exhibition or a race
You’ve curled his hair before while he slept, and he was insanely fascinated by it. He spent at least an hour shaking his head in front of the mirror, raking is hands through the wavy locks. He kept it curled when you tied it up before S, and it was a big hit during his race. Suddenly he was asking you to curl his hair more often
During the colder months, you and Kaoru will sleep impossibly close, a mess of tangled limbs while Carla quietly plays lullabies in the background. In the warmer months though, you couldn’t be further apart. Lying above the covers in minimal clothing, you’ll both hang off either side of the bed, hissing at each other to not come closer to them while you sweat like pigs. Hey, sometimes romance is keeping your distance
It’s a regular thing for the two of you to get wine drunk and whip out some old board games, yelling at each other when you get put in jail in Monopoly, flipping the Scrabble board when Kaoru insists that “milf” is not a word you’re allowed to use
“ITS AN ACRONYM” “YOURE AN ACRONYM” “WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEAN”
Reki and Langa love you. Miya took a bit of warming up to you, but as soon as he saw you bullying Joe with Cherry he adored you
If you can skate, you would constantly race against Kaoru just to see if you could beat him. However, with his fancy ass board that already hated you and his insane skills, losses were much more common than wins
He can never get any work done with you around him. You’ll lie your head in his lap while he tries to write, drawing smiley faces in the corners of his paper. He literally has to carry you out of the room just so he can get a bit of peace
Loves conspiracy theories. He’ll shake you awake at four in the morning, rambling about the new video he just watched about McDonald’s actually being run by a cult of clowns
*episode 9 spoilers* after Ad*m gave him a slap of his skateboard, you’d help him wash his hair in the shower, wrapping plastic bags around his casts and making jokes
*washing his back* “don’t make it gay Kaoru” “I DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING”
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thefanficmonster · 3 years ago
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Infatuation
Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)
Warnings: Swearing
Genre: FLUFF, RPF (Real Person Fic)
Summary: It’s not a secret that Corpse prefers taking care of his hair himself rather than going to a hair salon to get it trimmed and/or tampered. However, he only has so much knowledge of how to properly do it without having to obliterate his budget. Luckily, his girlfriend comes to his rescue.
Requested by Anon. Hi lovely! Thank you so much for the incredibly fluffy request! I’ve been very pumped to write it and now here it finally is - so sorry it’s taken me so long to complete and post it but I still hope you come across it and give it a read! Love, Vy ❤
“Um, what are you doing?“
I just walked into Corpse’s apartment to find him barricaded in the bathroom, giving himself a hair appointment. We were supposed to have a chill night in watching movies, but it seems to me like those plans will either have to be delayed or canceled, given the chaotic state both Corpse and his bathroom are in. I mean, how dumb was I to expect he was actually doing his hair justice when he told me he styled it himself? Why didn’t that immediately raise an army of red flags in my head and lead me to question his methods?
I’m honestly quite jealous of Corpse’s hair. It’s always so soft and silky and no matter how much or how little effort he’s put in it, it always looks good: either evidently carefully styled or boyishly messy, it leaves me with heart-eyes regardless. But to see him massacre it like this, it makes me wish I could report it as a crime.
“Ain’t obvious?“ He sounds rather frustrated and I feel at least slightly better due to this fact. He deserves to be as frustrated as I am by the sight of the crap he’s doing. “Sorry, you’re gonna have to wait for me for...a little while. I just need to get this under control and, um, clean the mess. Sorry for ruining your night like this, babe. I-I really wasn’t planning on it to take this long but I forgot to buy one of the products and I thought I could wing it without it but...I very clearly can’t so...“
“Please, stop talking. I don’t need to know what sins you’ve committed - if I do I’ll probably have to give you the silent treatment for like a week or so.“ I call out to him as I quickly skip over to the kitchen to leave the food I bought on my way over before returning to the bathroom and carefully taking a step inside, mindful of where there are hair strands on the tiles. Even severed, his hair is beautiful and I have a ton of respect for it - ok fine, I adore it. Corpse definitely doesn’t appreciate it properly. I walk over to the shower, reaching out to the two shelves inside which are lined with different types of hair products. “Oh fuck...“ I let out the whisper without even realizing it because I’m so stunned by the brands I see on those shelves. “Corpse, um, what the actual fuck?”
He turns to me, eyes wide and terrified because of my menacing tone. “What? What is it?” His gaze searches the spot where mine was just pointed at, looking for anything that could’ve provoked such a reaction from me. Seeing nothing but the hair products, he meets my deadly glare yet again, “What’s wrong?”
Alright, this man-child needs some serious help
“I’ll tell you what’s wrong.“ I say, stomping towards the exit of the bathroom, “You’re gonna stay here and wait for me to come back and don’t you DARE, even touch your hair, let alone bring a pair of scissors or any chemical near it. Copy?“
“Copied and pasted, ma’am.“ He salutes me, knowing better than to ask questions when I enter my commander role. There are quite a few things that set me off into this bossy-ass persona, and hair mistreatment is most definitely one of them. Thing is, Corpse doesn’t know that. Well, he didn’t know that, pretty sure he’s guessed it by now.
Feeling myself soften at his obedience and trust, I give him a smile and a wink over my shoulder as I go to grab my bag and leave the apartment to complete my mission, “Good boy.”
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“Isn’t that a lot better?“ I ask, gently running my fingers through Corpse’s freshly cut, washed and dried hair. I’ve spent a good five minutes just smoothing through it with my fingers. I bet he’s expecting me to say ‘my precious‘ at any moment now, and trust me it’s tempting, but I still don’t, I won’t give him the pleasure of predicting my actions. Wow, we’ve really reached that level of being familiar with one another that I predict that he’s predicting what I’m gonna do next. While I’m a guessing game for him, I tend to think of myself as more of an open book. You just gotta be fluent in the language it’s written in to understand it.
I’ve gone off-topic, my bad.
“Yeah, you’re a lot less scary now.“ He tells me, his hand finding mine in his hair and taking it to his lips to place a kiss on my knuckles.
We’re positioned so that we’re in front of the bathroom mirror with Corpse seated in a chair in front of me and I’m for once in my life towering over him from behind. Our height difference was threatening to be a hinderance in my work on his hair, but we easily figured it out.
I can’t help but laugh, “You know what I meant.“ I curl one of his already curly strands around the pointer finger of the hand that’s still wandering around the soft dark curls while the other remains in his gentle hold, resting on his shoulder.
“And you know what I meant.“ He shifts in his seat to look at me directly, not via the mirror, “Since when do you have a hair infatuation?“
I roll my eyes and retract my hands, defensively folding my arms over my chest, “It’s not an infatuation with hair, dummy. It’s an infatuation with your hair.” I correct him, doing quick work of styling the stray strands that fall over his forehead and eyes. “I really like your hair, you already know that. I can’t handle the thought you’re doing such a shitty job taking care of it.”
He shrugs, furrowing his brows, “Hey, I was buying top-shelf products, cost me a fortune every month, my hair was being treated like royalty.”
I roll my eyes once again, “High price doesn’t always equal high quality, Corpse. Did you ever stop to read what was in those products?” I don’t let him answer, I don’t need him to confirm what I already know. “Even if you did - which you didn’t - you wouldn’t know what each of those ingredients do to your hair. You see, taking care of hair, especially hair like yours, takes patience and knowledge. It’s practically an art form. It’s not like you can just buy any product that has ‘suitable for curly hair’ on it. There’s a lot more to that.”
It’s only after I finish my monologue that I realize he’s looking at me with amazed amusement in his gaze, almost like a parent listening to their kid talk about their wish of becoming an astronaut. “Since when do you know so much about hair? You’ve been using the same shampoo and conditioner since I know you and now you wanna lecture me on hair care?”
I raise an eyebrow at him, exasperated by his stubbornness on the matter, “Who said being consistent with your hair products is a bad thing? You know, frequent changing of brands has the potential of being damaging as much as aiding.” I explain with the most amount of patience I can muster, now taking over the parent role myself, “And as for your previous question, I know so much because my mother is a hairdresser.”
His eyes widen in surprise. I can practically see the gears in his brain turning as he tries to recall if I’ve ever told him this before.
“How come I don’t know that?“ He asks finally after a long moment of silence. “Why haven’t you told me?”
“You ask that as though I just tell you things like that on the regular. Did you also want me to drop the info that my dad’s a mechanic in passing conversation about video games? Cause that’s a little hard to shoehorn in....“ He cuts off my sarcastic rambling with a brief peck to the lips. He’s the only person allowed to shut me up, and only like that. Anything else will earn him either an earful or a silent treatment. 
Just kidding....unless...
“So, does that mean you’re continuing the family business?“ he asks when he pulls away, “I mean, you’re technically my personal hairdresser now.“
I furrow my brows playfully, “Wait, what? Since when?”
“Since I hired you approximately an hour ago.“ He beams up at me, satisfied that I’ve fallen in his trap.
“And what about my payment?“ I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.
He looks to be contemplating for a second before he stands up from the chair, taking my hand in his leading me out of the bathroom, “Well, each appointment you’ll give me a different price, Miss Y/L/N. But, considering today was your first day, I choose to pay you with dinner.“ He sends a wink my way, laughing when he’s met with an unamused expression on my part as I stop in my tracks, causing him to halt his movements as well.
“You really plan on paying me with the dinner I bought?“ I raise an eyebrow at him, freeing my hand from his so I can put both my hands on my hips for the complete 'I’m far from impressed’ look.
“Yeah...? Problem?“ He asks, faking nervousness and guilt as he closes the distance between us, once again returning to the default of towering over me instead of it being the other way around.
“Several actually. First of all...“ I raise my finger in the air accusingly, ready to go off but the arm that wraps around my waist and lifts me off the ground causes my words to die down, evaporating in a frightened squeal, “Corpse no!! Put me down!“
Of course, he ignores me, carrying me into the living room while I don’t know whether to thrash or stay as still as possible. 
Tsk, so much for gratitude
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flowers-that-sing · 1 year ago
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here you go, i hate the ending, but im crying over my broken instant pot and i cant write anymore. if you guys like it and i get some reblogs i might make a part 2.
also, they do know each other a little here, theyve talked a little with the kids around, but never had a one on one conversation really. idk
Steve rearranged the flowers for the fifth time that afternoon with a sigh. It was a slow day, and he was just bored. He leaned his elbow on the stand, and looked through the crowd blankly. For a minute, at least, until a curly head of dark hair caught his eye. He watched it bob through the small crowd outside Melvald's, growing larger as it approached the flower stand. 
Steve did a double-take. Is that—Munson?
Munson seemed to do the same thing. 
"Harrington? You're a florist now? Damn. I'll be honest, I was not expecting that."
"Yeah, neither was I. But, hey, glad you made it out of this shithole town, Munson." 
"Me too, man. Me too. I, uh… I'm sorry you didn't." 
"Nah, it's whatever. I mean, I've got the kids to look after still, so-"
"Kids? You have kids?!"
Steve huffed a laugh, felt heat rise to his face. "No! Dustin, Lucas, you know, the pack of shitheads," 
"Oh! Yeah, 'course. I miss them, y'know? I can't believe they're seniors now. We still call, but it's not the same. I'm glad to be home," Eddie said with a soft grin. "So, anyway. You got anything, uh, low-maintenance, not gonna die if I'm away from home for a bit?" 
Low-maintenance. That's what everyone wants. How am I the weird one for wanting to—commit? 
Steve knew he was too needy. He'd heard it all too often, from Nancy Wheeler in high school to his latest ex. At this rate, he might as well change his name to Needy Bullshit Harrington.
"What, like, a couple days?"
"More like weeks. Remember Corroded Coffin? We're not huge or anything, but we're on tour right now. Just for a few months." Eddie had a new piercing. It went through the bridge of his nose, just below his eyebrows. Steve wanted to poke it.
"Weeks—maybe you should just get a plant after the tour, yeah?"
"But Harrington, my apartment's gonna be so sad," he whined. 
"Why do you even want a plant if you're never home?"
"I'm not never home, I'm just traveling a lot right now."
Steve put his hands on his hips, setting his lips into a thin line. "Then get a fake one, dude. You're gonna kill it." 
"But a fake one is stupid."
"Not as stupid as killing a plant. Besides, I'm sure you can find one that looks okay. Plus, you paint and shit, right? Will said you made figurines together. You can make it look better."
Munson mirrored Steve's pose. "Harrington. I just want a plant, okay? Is that too much to ask?" 
With a scoff, Steve threw his hands up. "I don't know what to tell you! If you want a plant, you gotta be ready to actually take care of it, spend time on it. Plants need attention, they don't thrive off—neglect!" 
Okay. So maybe Steve was projecting a little. 
"Neglect—Harrington. It's a fucking plant." 
"Oh, so you don't think its life is worth something, just 'cause it's, what, it can't do anything besides sit there and look pretty? I mean, you're the one who wants it in the first place, so you gotta appreciate it somewhat, right? Otherwise, why would you want it?" 
"What, are you some kind of—patron saint of plants?" 
"Listen, I can't sell you a plant in good conscience knowing you're just gonna murder it."
"Can I get some begonias?" 
"Uh, no, I say—be-gone-ia—to you, mister. I don't feel good giving some poor innocent plant to someone so indifferent about a living thing!" Steve spat. 
Munson's eyebrows raised behind his bangs. He chuckled a little. "'Indifferent'? Is this how you speak to all your customers?" There was a little smirk on his face, and Steve was both irritated and charmed by it. Munson leaned forward, putting his hand on the table, leaning his face close to Steve's, close enough that Steve could smell the cigarettes and almost syrupy cologne on him.
"Maybe I just don't wanna be an accomplice to this crime!" Steve snarked. He leaned in a bit too, enough to see the remnants of eyeliner under Munson's eyes, the little crease on his forehead. 
Munson laughed. "Harrington, Harrington, Harrington. Former golden boy of Hawkins. What do you know about crime?" 
"Yeah, take note of that former, Munson. Hey, I get off in like, fifteen minutes. What do you say you teach me all about it?" 
"Really? It's the middle of the day," Eddie said. 
"Yeah, and it's… my flower stand, so."
"Okay, well. I still want the flowers."
Steve pulled out a cactus. "Here ya go. Low maintenance enough for you? Requires the bare minimum amount of love a human can give, so you'll totally kill it." 
Munson rolled his eyes and handed over the cash. 
"If you weren't your own boss, you'd be fired, Harrington," he said, taking the begonias and ignoring the cactus, and marched off. 
Steve watched him go, calling, "R.I.P., little guy!" loud enough for Munson to hear. He watched Munson sit in his van just across the street, and soon enough, smoke began pouring out the window.  
He's such a loser. 
I so wanna bang him. 
***
Fifteen minutes later, Steve approached the van, tapping on the window. Munson raised an eyebrow through the glass, and Steve motioned for him to crank it down. Munson cranked the window down with a bit of a snicker.
"Are you here to rescue the plant?" Munson asked sarcastically as Steve settled himself against the windowsill, sticking his head in a bit. 
Steve laughed. "No! No, I'm not, that's funny. Um—no, I was just—well, I was just wondering if you wanted to, um, y'know. Make good on those crime promises."
Munson just stared for a few seconds, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. They were chapped and pale and Steve, weirdly, wanted to bite them. "Are you serious?" Munson asked. 
"Yeah! Yeah, I mean, I—I mean, I know we were kind of…" Steve shook his head a bit. "Arguing! Back there—" Munson made a little noise of affirmation, "-but I thought that, uh… underneath it, there was, ah, um…" Steve gestured a bit with his hand. "Something," he finished. 
Munson grinned. "Something?" he echoed disbelievingly. Steve felt blood rush to his cheeks and his stomach dropped like a rock. Shit, I totally read that wrong, didn't I? 
"Yeah?"
"...Huh."
"...I'm wrong, aren't I?"
Munson just stared. 
"Well, this is embarrassing," Steve said, trying to play it off, trying to be cool. Joke around. Ah, fuck, he knows I like dudes. Dammit, is he even into guys? Well, he hasn't punched me, so that's good, I guess. "Um…" Steve pointed his thumbs to himself, still leaning into the windowsill. Munson was positively beaming now. "Sorry. Sorry," Steve said, waving his hand a bit. "I misread."
"Hm."
Is he just gonna… make little disapproving noises? I thought this guy was a talker. Jesus, I fucked up. He's probably gonna tell all his friends. 
Steve finally backed away, turned, and began to walk back to his stand. He could have sworn that in the corner of his eye, Munson had tapped on the wheel a bit, shaken his head, still smiling, but he didn't want to keep staring, so he just kept walking. 
Except. 
Except then, a little beep beep rang out from the van. 
Steve turned. 
Eddie was motioning him back. Steve pointed at himself for a second, then jogged back to the car, a dopey smile on his face. 
"Yeah, you know what, Harrington? Why not? You wanna go, like, rob a 7-11?"
"There's not a 7-11 in Hawkins, Eddie."
"Well, Steve? Why don't we take a little drive until we find one?" 
Steve smiled, and he hopped in the van. 
i just watched the dumbest ever scene of a chris evans movie my moms watching (ghosted), and the scene was so embarrassing that i just HAVE to steddie-fy it. give me like an hour
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l4verq · 4 years ago
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sundays | b.b
bucky barnes x reader
in which you buy him furniture
warnings : fluff
fic : one shot
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it was a joke at first.
horrified when you’d learned he slept on the floor, had one tv that would turn on three out of five tries, you’d bought him a rug right there in that little run down shop.
it was the fuzzy, plush kind that your body just sank into.
see this? it’s a rug, people use this to decorate their houses.
to which he’d rolled his eyes, i’m fine with how i’m living.
but he let you stuff it in his bag anyway.
send me a picture of it.
he lazily reached into his pockets, taking out a flip phone?
he’d snickered at your shocked expression as he waved it back and forth.
you were surp- no, you were just disturbed.
apalled. confused.
see this? you have to press these buttons to use it.
you’d flicked him off, rolling your suitcase around to leave.
it’d been two long weeks undercover and all you wanted was to get home to your bed.
that night bucky couldn’t sleep.
he couldn’t decide just where to place the rug.
maybe he should sleep on it? but it also looked nice at the doorway.
his phone chimes as he settles on sleeping on it.
ᄊᄊ did you place it??
oh wait you cant see the emojis
:D
emojis?
no, it’s hideous.
- bucky
he falls back on his pillow, hitting send.
the rug was pretty comfortable.
:( it’s not
and ur doing it again -.-
right, the name thing.
sorry, old habits
where was that damn colon.
:d
the next afternoon, he’s standing in front of a porcelain vase, floor covered in package filler.
it’s murky black with little ridged patterns running across.
why is an amazon prime
delivery at my house
:)
he sets it next to the tv, scarfing down a bowl of oats for lunch.
technically it was breakfast for him cause he just woke up.
but he can’t focus on watching tv cause something’s off.
it’s too empty, the vase.
so he reluctantly gets up, stares at it one more time before reaching for his jacket.
fishing out crumpled notes from his pockets, he counts them.
how much did flowers cost nowadays?
the gifts started coming in weekly.
fake plants, a hanging mirror, a frame with a picture of a cow dancing.
each time he’d come up to you with that same look on his face.
a baking tray? what am i going to do with that?
“bake?” you shrug, flaunting your sparkly acrylics at him, “pretty, right?”
after that one nasty brawl in romania, you’d been walking around with sad, ugly nails beds for far too long.
“we’re literally leaving for the quinjet in an hour,” he sighs, taking a seat next to you, “you’re gonna break them again.”
you pull your lower lip, “all i want is pretty nails.”
he pouts too, “life’s so hard, isn’t it?”
“you don’t know the pain i go through when i have to literally fish them out from the ground.”
he chortles, eyes wide.
“you mean, when you force me to look for them too?”
“that’s what friends. are. for.” you punctuate by poking his hand with your nail.
“we’re co-workers.” he gruffs, nodding to the pages sprawled on the table.
it was the day you two dreaded most, writing mission reports.
“i wrote most of it last time so it’s your turn now.” he slides over a pen.
“co-workers? i thought we were besties by now.” you cross your arms, narrowing your eyes at him.
“you’re not my bestie.” he rolls his eyes at the onset of just pure offense on your face.
“who is it then? sam? john?”
you knew just how to annoy him to the point raynor’s rules flew out the window.
but god were you endearing with that little smile peeking through.
“i’m a hundred and nine years old. i don’t have besties.”
of course you’d get him to say that godforsaken word twice in ten seconds.
and he saw it every sunday now, on a new delivery like clockwork.
when your sunshine’s (me) not around
- bestie xx
he grabs the exacto knife, he’d gotten specifially for opening said packages and slits through the taped sides.
it’s a bedside lamp, an old man sleeping soundly on the packaging.
he cracks into a smile, something he’d been doing every sunday recently.
setting it beside the rug, he looks around his apartment.
he could barely recognise it now.
it looked... homey?
“hey.”
it’s a slight pause before sam replies with a suspicious hey back.
“how’s.. your day?” he crumples his face in cringe, hand clenched over his forehead.
he hears a chuckle.
“what do you want?”
“why would you assume i’m calling you because i want something?”
“because this is the first time you’re calling me.”
okay, fair enough.
he slowly phrases his question, “hypothetically speaking, if i were to get something for someone, a woman, what should i get her?”
“what does y/n like?”
he furrows his brows, “how do you know it’s for her?”
“she’s been sending you furniture for two months now, i think it’s long overdue.”
“i don’t know what to get her.” he sighs, tilting his head back against the wall.
he’d tried but everything he thought you’d like just ended up in the spare room.
“maybe you don’t get her something, maybe you do something, put that apron to use.”
he rolls his eyes, “you’re not making any sense.”
sam has to physically hold in a tiny scream.
“i’m talking about a dinner date, you do know how to cook right?”
bucky frowns, “date? i’m not gonna ask her on a date.”
he’d never see a day without you teasing him if he ever asked you out.
“why?” sam asks, flatly.
bucky shrugs, “i don’t know, what if she says no.”
“well, have you tried asking?”
countless times but he’d always back out the last second.
kinda what he’s contemplating doing right now as his finger hovers over the send button.
did you have dinner?
it’s an agonising ten minutes before your reply pings.
it’s 11 in the morning!?
fuck, he just sounds like an idiot now.
haha i meant breakfast
he groans, sinking into his couch.
haha?
yea
also, you like the lamp?
he looks over at it propped up next to his sleeping... situation.
it looked perfect.
it clashes with the
walls
if only i knew your
house’s color palatte :(
i could describe it
his heart races as he types.
or you could come over
time seems to slow down as he waits for that ping!
why did he listen to sam? you probably think he’s stepping over the lines.
no, you’re probably crafting a sarcastic rejection right now and it-
like a date?
;)
no
super casual dinner
:(
ok...
he smiles at the little colon and bracket, how could two random symbols be so endearing.
-
a/n : idk how i feel about this one lol🥴🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️
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realm-of-rosie · 3 years ago
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Idk if you have a character limit, sooo...
Can we have Zhongli, Kaeya, Thoma, and Childe with an s/o with thick long hair? Like, her hair constantly slaps her face whenever the wind blows from behind, or her hair is too thick to use a clamp and her hair tie is usually too small so it snaps. And more hair shenanigans? Fluff please :3
✎ Hair Shenanigans | Genshin Impact
↠ Zhongli, Kaeya, Tohma, Childe × Reader
↠ Fluff | Scenarios
↠ Requested by: Anonymous
↠ Before You Read:
oh, i don't have a character limit! i should mention that in my rules too hehe.
this is a super duper funny idea! and i hope you dont mind that i made this gender neutral ;))
↠ Rules for Requesting | Masterlist
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• zhongli
the cry of agony was what summoned him to your room, but judging by the scowl on your face it was not agony but angry and frustration.
"what seems to be the problem dear?" zhongli asks, standing behind where you sat in front of your mirror glaring at yet another broken hair brush of yours.
"i hate it here, i bought that a few days ago!"
zhongli chuckles before he picks the hairbrush up again, "i see,"
then he starts to run it though your thick hair, humming softly and allowing you to relax your arms that were sore from brushing and detangling.
a comfortable silence engulfs you both and you feel whatever irritation you felt a few minutes ago melt away the more zhongli massaged your scalp and played with your hair.
"feeling better?" he asks with a small smirk, eyeing your droopy eyes through the mirror.
"a little yes, thank you,"
"tired?"
"a little," you answer honestly, "this is very relaxing,"
"you know, you can call me to brush your hair if you want, i know it can be a pain,"
"...can you do it again tomorrow?"
zhongli smiles, kissing the top of your forehead, "just say the word,"
• kaeya
endure it for the kids, you remind yourself as you sit stiffly on the ground where klee stood behind you, braiding a segment of your hair, even if this'll be a pain to fix.
"my hair is more fabulous than yours," kaeya harrumphs at you.
"keep dreaming alberich,"
"ouch, are we supposed to be on a last name basis now?"
"stop moving mr. kaeya!" diona frowns, hitting him lightly on the shoulder when he fidgets a little.
"why did i agree to this again?" he whines when diona adds yet another butterfly clip into his blue locks.
"because you said you didn't have anything else to do when jean asked you,"
"yeah, well i thought she would make me go fight hilichurls or something, not play dress up with the girls,"
"there!" klee declares with a small flourish after adding a tiara to the collection of plastic garments on your head before handing you a mirror, "do you like it?"
you gasp, assessing all the flowers and whatnot tangled in your hair, "i love it!"
"you're a princess now!" klee cheers.
"ha! hear that kaeya," you stick your tongue out playfully at the considerably less messy-haired man, "i'm a princess!"
"no fair," he fake cries, "am i going to be a pricess too diona?"
• tohma
"great view, no?" tohma asks you with a contented sigh, looking out the window of the kamisato estate at the expense of inazuma, "and a great breeze,"
"no," you say simply and when tohma looks back at you in confusion, he bit his lip to stifle his laughter.
"this is not funny, tohma," you hiss, "this is awful,"
"where are your hairties?"
"...they broke,"
"all of them? already?" he teases, tucking your hair behind your ears.
"don't look at me like that!" you pout, "cant help that my hair is naturally like this,"
"look at you like what?"
"hey!" ayaka calls your name suddenly and when you turn your head in that direction, tohma gets smacked in the face by your hair.
"oops," you wince, a little amused though.
"you did that on purpose,"
"no i didnt!"
then you do it again.
"but i did that one on purpose," you laugh, smacking him again.
"ok calm down!" he grips your shoulders, "your hair smells great, but it felt like a bouquet of flowers was smacking me in the face,"
"oh you don't like that-"
"hey, don't hit me with your hair again!"
• childe
childe has a tendency to buy you anything and everything he sees that he thinks you would like.
what's funny is that even he doesnt remember the things he's bought, usually resulting in duplicates or things that you really don't need and end up collecting dust in the higher shelves and cabinets in your room.
"...what is that?" you ask, eyebrows raised as you look down at the wooden box in his hands that he was excitedly offering you.
"hair accessories! from inazuma!"
"aw, childe," you wince when you accept it, "they're beautiful but-"
"do you not like them?" he asks with a frown, "i can get another color or design if you want!"
"no, no, there's no need, i love these pieces," you reassure him with a pat on his hand, "i just dont think they can hold my hair because of how heavy it is,"
"oh, that's what you're worrying about?" his head tilts to the side, "don't worry! i asked the locals how to use them, and these are custom made to hold your hair,"
"you shouldn't have!"
"well, i did," he rolls his eyes good-naturedly, "now, sit, so i can put them in your hair and we gush over how beautiful they look in your hair,"
"they have little sakura blossoms on them!"
"i knew you'd like them," childe smirks, "now, praise me!"
"do my hair first, then we'll talk about how amazing you are,"
"fine, i'll hold you to that!"
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ablackfangirlwrites · 4 years ago
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Jealous ll
Part 2!!!! I linked the sone again cause its a bop and I love it also heres pt one!
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You had had enough
Thats what you kept telling yourself
As you got ready tonight
You weren't going sit in the house anymore waiting for keigo to show up whenever he felt like it
Tonight you were going out for you
You thought about how you used to have fun, how you used to be happy
And how miserable you had been lately and you decided
If Keigo didnt appreciate you anymore
Then you'd find someone who would
So thats why you found yourself looking in the mirror admiring how well you dressed up tonight to go out
You almost forgot how hot you were when you put in a little effort
You had originally stopped because keigo would tell you how beautiful and perfect you were without make up or anything
But now you were on the prowl for someone new to notice you and keigo's words meant little to nothing to you right now
Tonight you were gonna find someone to show you just a little bit of attention you craved so much and it wasnt going to be keigo
Just then you saw keigo staring at you from the reflection in mirror
he was home unusually eailer
"Dont you have to work?" You asked bitterly
"Where are you going?" He asked ignoring your statement
Sighed and rolling your eyes and picking up your purse you turned to him before leaving the bedroom, "Out. You don't have to wait up for me."
"You're being ridiculous y/n."
He said following you but you ignored him
"Y/n? Y/n?" He kept calling you, "You cant just go out an-"
"And why not?" You turned to him before you left the apartment, "according to you were not even really dating-"
"You know why that is." He told you seriously
You huffed out a fake laugh, "yeah, but its still okay for you to flirt with anyone?"
Keigo didnt respond to that making you chuckle, "Exactly...like I said im going out dont wait up." Then you slammed the door leaving.
You knew you were being unreasonable with him
You knew the two of you needed to just talk and make up
But you kept letting your anger from all your arguments cloud your judgment
Because you just wanted him to feel the same hurt and jealously you had been feeling more then anything
Keigo stared at the door you had just slammed
Things somehow got worse in the following days after your argument on your anniversary
You refused to talk to him
He tried to apologize to you but you basically brushed him off
Keigo wasn't sure what to think you said you hated him, you wouldnt sleep in the bed with him
Yet you hadn't packed up and left so that was good right?
But that distance that was growing between the two of you was wider then before
And he didnt know what to do to fix it
And now you were going out clearly dressed to find someone else
Did you really hate him? Had you really had enough of him?
Hell, he couldnt even blame you if you did he thought
You had put up with so much of him up until now
And maybe some of what you said the other night was true? Had he gotten too comfortable with you always being there?
But that was only because he loved you
Keigo was truly in love with you, and dispite you suspensions he never cheated on you
And he would never do that, you were the only one he wanted even now when you two seemed to be at each others throats
He still wanted you, and he couldn't picture his life without you
So thats why he ended up following you to the bar you were currently at
He made sure you hadnt noticed him staying in the back out of your sight
And he hated what he saw
He saw you having fun
You had met up with some of your girlfriends the three of you all laughing and drinking
You acting like you didnt have a care in the world, like the two of you didnt argue before you left out
Having a good time as if you didnt leave him alone in the house
He watched you dancing as though you were having the time of your life as other mean stared and gawked at you
He watched as a guy singled you out and was clearly flirting with you
And worst you let him and was encouraging him
You kept touching his shoulder laughing at his jokes letting him dance against you
Words couldnt describe the irritation he felt watching
He wanted nothing more then to rip that mans hands off you and fly away with you in his arms
But part of him felt like he deserved this
This feeling he had, was it how you felt?
If so he needed to fix this, was all that he could think
And he was about to go to you, but before he could someone called out his name
"Hey! Hawks is here!"
Fuck he said to himself when a crowd started to form around him
His eyes then connected with yours knowing you heard he was here
And for a moment he thought you were gonna come up to him
But instead you kept talking to the random guy ignoring him
Hawks wanted to go to you and talk to just take you back home
But was having trouble getting away from the crowd
He was all smiles talking to his fans but the whole time he kept his eyes on you
But somehow it became a battle to see who was going to be more stubborn
You continued to dance with the random guy, but now you knew keigo was here watching you
You convinced yourself not to care, you came here to have fun and he wasnt going to ruin it for you
But thats just what he was doing as you watched him talk to some random girl now
He was here to get under you skin, you were sure of it
But two could play this little game
Both of you having this little war with each other watching each other from across the room
And you couldnt lie you were enjoying it a bit
Seeing his eyes watching you, knowing he had to be feeling the sting of jealousy as another man held you close
But It all came to a head when you saw the girl he was dancing with lips on his neck
He wasnt looking at you when you saw that all his attention clearly on her
You couldn't deny the sharp feeling in your chest at the sight
And not wanting to see anymore you left the dance floor telling the guy you needed to go to the bathroom
Hawks pulled away from the handsy fan
Denying anymore of her advances
Yeah he had been trying to get under your skin now but thats was a bit much
But now when he looked up to find you again, only to see you were gone
His stomach sank
Where did you go? You had to had just seen that?
Did you leave with that guy? Hawks started to panic when he didnt seem him either
Where did you go? Why was he being so stupid just now? He should have just went to talk to you
Just then keigo noticed the guy you had been flirting with at the bar and went up to him
"The girl you were dancing with? Where'd she go?"
The guy looked at him like he was crazy "whats it too you?" He challenged him
But keigo wasnt in a playful mood and grabbed the man by the collar, "Answer the question asshole."
The guy quickly put his hands up in defeat, "she just said-
"Hawks?"
He heard his name called out and looked behing him to see you
"What are- you are so unbelievable." Yku shook your head storming off
You couldn't believe him he had the audacity to attack the guy you had been talking to
It didnt take much thought to figure out why
And it annoyed you to no end
So keigo could flirt and let girls kiss all over him but if you had a guy around you that was too much
He was such a hypocrite
You were angry your whole way back home
You stood in the mirror once you got back
But with a different feeling in your stomach then the feeling you had before you left
You felt defeated your plans of fun had been ruined and you felt like your back in the same spot you had been in
Hawks was giving you a little bit of space taking his time getting back home
Because now you were probably madder than before at him
When hr got in he saw you had just got out the shower
"Y/n..."
You heard him call out your name But you ignored him
Y/n, you have to listen to me."
You werent going to turned around but before you knew it he hugged you from behind
"Im sorry."
"Let go of me hawks." You spat out but he didnt budge
"Just listen to me y/n..."
"Why are we doing this to each other?" You asked quietly, "Why do you keep hurting me? What are we even doing? It clearly isnt wor-"
"Ive been an idiot, y/n."
Keigo buried his face in your neck, "I've been so stupid, but please please dont leave me."
You were trying to fight back tears, "I dont want to leave you keigo....but I cant-"
"Dont say you can't with me anymore. I need you." Keigo pleaded holding you tighter
You were so frustrated
You still loved him, you still wanted to be with him, because when things are good between you they're great
But the way your relationship had been it was becoming too much
But you wanted to stay with him
Because you loved him
You moved your hands and held on to his arms secretly enjoying his embrace that you missed so much
"I know you mean well keigo-"
"I love you so much y/n," keigo cut you off again, "I know ive been an asshole, ive been neglectful, ive been the worst, but dont give up on me. Please."
You finally turned around to face him and hugged him back
You could see the sincerity in his eyes as you did "I love you too keigo but I just cant do this- we keep hurting each other...thats not what your supposed to do to the people you love."
Keigo pulled back "You want me to tell everyone about us? I will." He told you, "You want me to tell you everything ive been doing I will, I promise you Ill to whatever it takes to fix us. I dont want to live the way we have anymore."
You knew he was serious and your heart leaped hearing his words but you werent sure
"You're the only one I want y/n" he said giving you a light kiss
Almost like he was asking for permission
"Ill do whatever it takes for you to forgive me."
He said inbetween kisses, "you're so important to me, im sorry i made you think you weren't."
You couldnt lie he was finally saying everything you wanted to hear
And you wanted to believe him
"You promise?" You asked him
"I promise."
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