#chat did i cook or is it burnt

[veeiiiii-0-ween]

Me when I draw Diansu for the 282672884782th time this month

I posted this on the discord under "Heresy" yesterday

Alt version under cut

[cheezyburg]

[onlykiwi]

[todayisafridaynight]

WHY DID YOU BURN HIS TOAST 😭😭😭😭😭😭 AND NOW HE CAN'T EVEN EAT IT

too busy rushin in the morn to worry bout puttin it on a normal level 😔 moment of silence for his appetite 😔

[wifeiy]

writing is so crazy bc ill write something dialogue heavy and go whats my problem can i write anything else am i a loser and then ill write something with only bits of dialogue and i start dry heaving reaching to call for an ambulance because im convinced the apocalypse is starting

[emizsc]

streamer!kozume kenma x wife!reader

notes: fluff + crack, this is 100% taken from a kenz & kydae moment i think about regularly, lowercase intended, married, brainrot, food mention, can be read as a stand alone but i have a part one and two to this series!!!

it was finally the day kenma hit his subscriber goal on twitch which was “ xx subs for cooking stream w the wife” so when time came, he made sure to clear the background for anything that might put you two’s safety at risk. he already asked you beforehand if you wanted to do this in the first place and what time you wanted to. he stated sternly that if you wanted to back out— even if it was in the middle of the stream and he was mixing ingredients for something— the second you felt uncomfortable, he’d stop the stream. his priority is always you.

you were very much a cook unlike your husband who’s somehow burnt hot chocolate before, so you decided on what to make! “szechuan beef with white rice sound good?” you say, looking up recipes. “anything you want.”

you put kenma in charge of the rice whilst prepping the meat. anytime you’d have to turn your back to the camera, kenma always lingered right behind you, draping his arm on your hip whenever he could.

once the rice was cooked, you pulled your sleeves down to cover your hands as makeshift mittens to hold the rice container. you tilted the bowl for the camera to capture. “rice looks nice and fluffy.. so ken can cook good rice at least!” you tease, laughing softly. “y/n is that not hot?” kenma says with a raised eyebrow, watching the steam coming off the top. “it’s not that hot, i can hold it.”

“A-ahh BRO! y/n that’s h-HOT-!! WE HAVE MITTENS, LET ME HOLD IT! YOUR HANDS ARE GONNA BURN!!!” “kozu, it’s fine, i’m literally holding it.” “What do you mean?! Owsssshttt.. I LITERALLT HAVE THE MITTENS ON AND I CAN STILL FEEL IT!” in the end, kenma put the rice on a heat resistant mat and he ran your hands through some cold water. the live chat was racing with comments.

steinogfineshyt: bro doesn’t understand the ‘cooking hands’

bxngchnz: did he call his wife bro????

souleaterpeak: KENMA LOOKS SO STUPID WITH MITTENS IM FRYINGGGG

kaikamalhuening: kenma valid crashout

alhaithamkisser: y/n +134340 aura, kenma -12700 aura

levimalewife: that was so sigma alpha male of y/n

mammonscreditcard: does y/n need a wife

kkumacoups: blah blah blah proper name place name backstory stuff ahh kenma bro 😭😭

shokoscigarette: y/n i love you please don’t die

“my wife is mine to love and she will never die.” kenma scoffed at the screen before turning back to you, just completely enamored, like it was his first time ever laying his eyes on you again.

notes: HELLO THANK YOUR FOR 2.1K NOTES + 100 FOLLOWES WHAT?! (ᯅ̈ )erm guys im just a girl who’s insanely brainrotted pls don’t expect so much but im soso grateful for all the support (ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ·̫ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀) !!!!this will probably be a pending series from here as i give up on things in three (3) seconds lawl ALSO PLS TRY SZECHUAN BEEF IF YOU HAVENT ALREADY ITS SO BOMB

[f1girliefics]

Livestream

Oscar Piastry x Streamer!Reader

Summary: You are a streamer and your boyfriend decided to crash your stream. 

You have been streaming for about an hour when he started to ask questions and interrupt your gameplay.

Having Oscar home finally was a blessing, but his constant questions about cooking were really distracting.

So much so that even your chat now paid more attention to him.

Even when he wasn't on stream, they would ask about him, and ask you to bring him.

You knew many of them just wanted to see him, but there were a couple of people who just wanted to see the two of you together.

Today, when you started streaming you made it clear to your viewers that Oscar would only be on stream if they can behave and if he decides to show up.

You will not force him to be there and neither should they.

Some people left but most understood and stayed.

Currently, you were playing The Sims when you started to notice people saying Hi Oscar in the chat. You looked behind and there he stood.

"I think the stairs should be here. And you can put a basement down here." he said. You did as he said but, it wasn't good enough. "No, no. Here." he grabbed your mouse and moved the stairs, removing a window and you slowly stood up from your chair as he sat down. "You have a lot of money, let's buy some paintings." 

You stood there, watching your boyfriend rearrange and redecorate the house you spent hours on, sometimes he asked chat what plants to buy or where to put more flowers.

He has even redone your garden. 

Oscar completely stole your chat and you weren't even mad about it. 

The house he made was amazing.

When he was done, he looked at you and you sat down to play.

"Thank you." you said as he moved to the kitchen to prepare some dinner. "Well chat, now you all know who decorated our apartment." you laughed a little. 

A couple hours later you smelled smoke.

"Oscar?!" you yelled as you rushed out the room only to find him in the kitchen standing above a burnt pan.

"I was trying to make some pasta." he said.

"Pasta?" you looked at the pan, black. "You need water for that. How did this happen?" you laughed.

"I left it for just a moment, when I left it had water, when I came back it was burnt." you laughed even harder.

"Let's open the windows and order some food, you can come play with me while we wait."

"Sounds good." he smiled.

"Chat, I brought him back because he burnt our dinner so we are waiting for the delivery now." Chat was happy to see him back. "Maybe our next live can be some easy cooking so you all can see Oscar's love for cooking.

He rolled his eyes but laughed.

You continued to play but soon moved to a race game which was more Oscar's world.

You two raced against each other, and surprisingly, you won a couple rounds, which made you extremely suspicious.

"Don't let me win out of pity!"

"I'm not! You took the McLaren, I had to take the Ferrari!" he pouted.

"Oh, makes sense." you laughed and so did chat.

Let's just say that this little conversation became a huge meme within the community.

/YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE OR REUPLOAD ANY OF MY WORKS TO THIS OR OTHER PLATFORMS/

[headdinthewall]

MAKE UP OR MAKE OUT ── a.buttle ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

summary : you’ve been feeling neglected by alfie recently, causing a falling out and a satisfactory make up a/n : sorry i haven’t posted a story in a while, i’ve just been a bit burnt out and this week has been really busy for me. hoping to be back to regular uploads now though! content : established relationship ,, arguing ,, a little bit of angst ,, suggestive sexual content

─────── YOU’D BEEN ON your feet all day for the past two days, constantly running errands, doing gardening and housework, all going unappreciated and unnoticed by your boyfriend.

You’d been living with him for five months now, and at first he acknowledged every little chore you did around the house. But now? Nothing. You were starting to think he’d gotten a little too comfortable having you around and having a girlfriend so willing to do housework.

You also had a small office job as a secretary, which was proving to be very stressful and demanding as of right now, as constant calls came in and meetings were needing to be booked and you had to make sure all was well and good within the working environment.

All you wanted was a break. Just thirty minutes to an hour of peace and quiet where you could kick your legs up and stick a couple of episodes of FRIENDS on in the background.

Alfie was streaming again. Recently, it seemed like his entire life was revolving around media content and providing for his fans instead of providing for you.

You could hear him upstairs as you cooked dinner — penne pasta, gravy and soft baby carrots. It was an easy dish to make and tasted good.

You grabbed two plates and put them down with a little more aggression than you usually would.

A few moments ago, Alfie had come downstairs, and your face lit up, convinced he was coming to help as you were unloading the dishwasher while cooking dinner simultaneously.

Did he help?

No.

He just shoved his phone in your face to show you a video he had found particularly funny and then walked back off upstairs.

It had thoroughly annoyed you and you were not in the mood to deal with him this evening.

You drained the pasta and carrots, loading it onto the bowls and then drowning it in gravy. You dropped a spoon into his serving and walked up the stairs, throwing the office door open.

“You scared me a little.” Alfie chuckled as he uncovered one ear from his headphones.

You said nothing, putting the steaming hot bowl on the desk in front of him.

“Thank you, beautiful.” He said, holding his bowl up to show his stream what you had brought him. “Some sexy, sexy pasta with gravy.”

userone OMG READER HEYYY

usertwo READER WE’VE MISSED YOU

userthree chip and ab having housewife gfs is incredible rizz

userthree looks like slop mate

“Oi, don’t be dissing my missus cooking now, it’s banging food.” Alfie ‘scolded’ the chat, and then turned to you, “You alright?”

“No. Not alright.” You murmured, turning and walking to the door.

“No?” He frowned, spinning on his chair, “Why?”

You just shrugged, walking out and closing the door behind you.

The TV played the repetitive lines of FRIENDS as you rewatched the show for the 50th time on your life, feet kicked up on the sofa with the dinner bowl in your lap. You blew on the piping hot pasta before eating it, basking in your lonesomeness. You should’ve been upset, crying even, but you were so tired that you couldn’t bring yourself to.

After an hour of doing absolutely nothing and finally having the time to sit and do fuck all, Alfie came down. You felt his eyes on you, but you gave him no acknowledgement — just as he had been doing to you.

He grabbed your now empty bowl from the coffee table and took both onto the kitchen. You expected to hear the clattering of dishes and then for his footsteps ascending up the stairs to follow, but you didn’t.

You heard the tap run for a prolonged period of time and then the sound of ceramic on metal as he supposedly loaded the bowls onto the drying rack.

Alfie walked back into the living room, sitting beside you and sighing, “I’m sorry.”

“For?”

“Uh … I don’t really know, to be honest. I just know that you’re mad at me—“

“You’re constantly making content, Alf. I understand that it’s your whole thing now, buts it’s exhausting feeling like I’m not your top priority anymore. Like, I wake up and you’re already vlogging, or I come upstairs and you’re streaming. I’ve been doing everything recently—“

“But we both agreed to that—“

“Don’t.” You dry laughed, “Don’t interrupt me while I’m speaking because I’m pissed off enough as it is. I have been doing everything in this house, and I know that was the agreement, but it would be nice if you could actually acknowledge the fact that I keep this house tidy. It would be a fucking dump if it weren’t for me, because you don’t clean up after yourself!”

“Is that what you’re mad at? Because I don’t clean up?”

“Oh my days, you’re just not listening to me!” You huffed, standing up and storming upstairs.

“Oi, come sit back down!” Alfie exclaimed, “Reader! Sit back down!”

“No! You don’t listen to me, Alfie! If all you got out of that conversation is that I’m mad at your messiness, then I’m not talking to you anymore!”

He followed you upstairs, “But the conversation isn’t finished so I haven’t had the chance to hear everything you’ve got to say!”

“I already said what I need to! You don’t appreciate the work and effort I put in to this relationship and this house! I’m like a side chick compared to your work!”

“No you’re not!” Alfie groaned as you stomped into the bedroom, “Listen to me, please.” He grabbed your shoulders, “You are my top priority, okay? Nothing else. I’m sorry, if you feel neglected by me and like I’m putting work first, I don’t mean to do that to you.”

“It doesn’t matter what your intentions were, what matters is the fact that you’ve done it.” You argued.

“What do you want me to do, reader? Like, talk to me now, what can I do?” He practically pleaded with you.

“Notice what I do for you! The fact that I haven’t complained once about you not eating dinner with me anymore!”

“You can come and sit with me—“

“But that’s the problem, Alf. Everything is content to you.” You sighed, running a hand through your hair, “I just want us to be able to talk and chill without it being for media purposes or anything like that.”

He nodded, seeming to finally understand where you’re coming from.

“Okay. Okay, I’m sorry, yeah? For making you feel like a second option and for taking you for granted. I do recognise everything you do and I appreciate it more than you could ever imagine, darling.”

“Promise?” You muttered.

“I promise you.” Alfie said firmly, kissing your forehead. “Tomorrow, we can do absolutely nothing, ‘kay? We can stay home and … bedrot, or whatever you call it.”

You giggled softly at his use of your vocabulary, “Sounds like heaven.”

He leant down, placing his lips on yours.

Your lips moulded together, both of you walking until your knees hit the edge of the bed and he followed you down onto it.

“Do you want to? I don’t mind if not, you’ve been tired lately, so I completely understand if you just want to sleep.” He said sincerely, tucking hair behind your ear.

You smirked, “Only if I get to do nothing and lie down.”

“Like you ever do anything different.” Alfie snorted, pulling the duvet over the both of you and attaching his lips to your neck.

He took his time exploring and pleasuring you, lips and tongue bringing you to that familiar height only he ever seemed to bring out of you.

alfiebuttle posted a story !

no content today lads, having a day off with the lady x

(cry about it)

[suunani]

sweeter than cookies ( sung hanbin )

hanbin needs your help for baking cookies.

❛ content 1300 words, male reader, neighbor!hanbin, fluff fluff and only fluff, hanbin don’t know how to bake cookies (or did he?), they’re both crushing on each other ig.

you were halfway through your favorite tv show when the doorbell rang.

it wasn’t a sound you heard often. living alone meant minimal interruptions, and the only person who ever stopped by was your neighbor, sung hanbin — but that was still rare.

hanbin, the sweet and ridiculously attractive guy next door, always seemed busy with something.

and as much as you’d like to spend more time with him, your interactions were mostly polite greetings in the hallway or quick chats about packages and apartment maintenance.

which is why you weren’t expecting him tonight, especially when you opened the door to see him completely covered in flour.

“hey…” hanbin started, his voice hesitant.

his apron was crooked, his dark hair flecked with white powder, and he was holding a tray of what looked like… well, something burnt beyond recognition.

“i know this is random, but… i need your help. please.”

for a second, you just blinked at him, trying to process what you were seeing.

sung hanbin, always so polished and put-together, stood before you looking like he’d lost a battle with a bakery. his wide, pleading eyes locked onto yours, and you couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“help with what?” you asked, though the evidence was pretty clear.

“baking,” he admitted sheepishly.

he glanced down at the tray in his hands, then back at you. “it’s my friend’s birthday tomorrow, and i thought it’d be nice to make something myself, but… well.”

he gestured at the tray, his expression somewhere between defeated and embarrassed.

your laughter bubbled up before you could stop it.

“hanbin, what even is that?”

“cookies!” he said, trying to sound confident, though the blackened lumps on the tray told a different story. “at least, they were supposed to be.”

you leaned against the doorframe, crossing your arms as you took in the full picture : his flushed face, the smudges of flour on his hands, the way his apron was hanging loosely on one side.

it was hilarious, yes, but also ridiculously cute.

“and you thought i’d be the one to fix this disaster?”

“well…” hanbin shifted his weight, his lips pulling into a shy smile. “i’ve seen you cook. through your window sometimes. you look like you know what you’re doing. and, honestly, i’m desperate.”

there was no way you could say no to him — not when he was looking at you like that.

“alright,” you said, stepping aside to let him in. “let’s see what we can do.”

your kitchen wasn’t particularly big, but it was well-equipped. hanbin stood awkwardly near the counter, holding the burnt tray like it might crumble to ashes at any second.

you grabbed it from him and set it aside, then started pulling out ingredients from your cabinets.

“first off,” you said, turning back to him. “we’re starting from scratch. no offense, but i don’t trust whatever recipe you were using.”

hanbin chuckled nervously. “none taken. i think i might’ve missed a few steps… or all of them.”

you raised an eyebrow. “you didn’t follow the recipe?”

“well, i skimmed it,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck. “and then i kind of guessed on some of the measurements.”

“right,” you said, trying to suppress a laugh. “lesson one : baking is not guessing. you can’t just throw things together and hope for the best.”

hanbin pouted — a real, full-on pout — and you had to look away for a second to keep your composure.

“okay, chef,” he said, a playful lilt in his voice. “teach me your ways.”

you walked him through the steps, starting with creaming butter and sugar.

hanbin stood next to you, intently watching your hands as you measured ingredients and explained each step. he was surprisingly attentive, nodding along and asking questions that made you pause and smile.

but it didn’t take long for his focus to waver.

“like this?” hanbin asked, taking the spatula from you and giving the mixture a tentative stir.

“almost,” you said, leaning in to adjust his grip. “you want to fold it, not just mix it around.”

you didn’t miss the way his breath hitched slightly when your hand brushed against his. you glanced up, catching him staring at you, his lips parted just enough to make your heart stutter.

“you okay?” you asked, your voice quieter than before.

he blinked, his cheeks coloring faintly.

“yeah! yeah, just… trying to learn,” he said, his tone a little too bright.

you didn’t push it, though the way he quickly turned back to the bowl made you chuckle under your breath.

as the baking continued, hanbin’s attempts at subtle glances grew less and less discreet. he’d watch you as you rolled out the dough, his gaze lingering when you licked a bit of frosting off your finger.

when you caught him staring for the third time, you finally decided to address it.

“is there something on my face?” you asked, breaking the silence.

hanbin froze, his eyes widening. “what? no! i was just…” he trailed off, clearly flustered.

“just what?” you teased, leaning against the counter and folding your arms.

he opened his mouth, closed it, then groaned, hiding his face in his hands.

“i’m not good at this,” he mumbled.

“at baking?”

“at… at pretending i’m only here for baking tips,” he admitted, his voice muffled behind his hands.

that caught you off guard. “what do you mean?”

hanbin peeked at you through his fingers, his ears turning red. “what i mean… i didn’t just come here because of the cookies. i wanted an excuse to spend time with you.”

for a moment, you just stared at him, your mind racing to catch up. he wasn’t joking. the shy, hopeful look on his face made that clear.

“well,” you said slowly, a small smile tugging at your lips. “you could’ve just asked.”

hanbin’s hands dropped, his eyes meeting yours in surprise. “really?”

“yeah,” you said, stepping closer. “i wouldn’t have said no. though i have to admit, this whole flour-covered, burnt-cookie situation is kind of charming.”

he laughed, the tension in his shoulders easing. “great. so i didn’t have to humiliate myself?”

“not at all,” you said, grinning. “but i’m glad you did. otherwise, i wouldn’t get to see you like this.”

“like what?”

“adorable,” you replied, your voice soft.

hanbin’s breath hitched again, but this time, he didn’t look away. “you think i’m adorable?”

“i do,” you said, holding his gaze. “and next time, maybe we can bake something together from the start. no excuses needed.”

his lips curved into a shy, radiant smile. “i’d like that.”

by the time the cookies were baked and cooling on the counter, the awkwardness between you had melted away. hanbin leaned against the counter, watching you carefully place the last batch onto a cooling rack.

“these turned out way better than mine,” he said, his tone light.

“you don’t say,” you teased, glancing at the burnt tray he’d brought over.

hanbin laughed, the sound warm and infectious. “thanks for helping me. and for, you know… not kicking me out after i showed up looking like this.”

“hey, i kind of like this version of you,” you said, smirking. “flour-covered and hopelessly cute.”

he groaned, though the smile on his face betrayed him.

“you’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”

“probably not,” you admitted, grabbing a cookie and handing it to him. “but i’ll make it up to you. next time, you can watch me embarrass myself just for trying to impress you.”

hanbin paused, his cookie halfway to his mouth.

“you don’t have to try to impress me,” he said quietly.

the sincerity in his voice caught you off guard, and for a moment, neither of you spoke.

then he smiled, breaking the tension. “but i wouldn’t mind watching you bake more. you’re kind of amazing at it.”

“careful,” you said, grinning. “keep saying things like that, and i might think you actually like me.”

hanbin’s smile softened. “maybe i do.”

and just like that, you knew this wasn’t going to be the last time hanbin showed up at your door.

[tryingtofindava]

── 𝐁𝐲𝐞-𝐁𝐲𝐞, 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐞.

: ̗̀➛Back to Source

{[PROXIES X FEM! READER]}

The morning felt wrong before I even set foot inside Pop’s.

Maybe it was the way the sky hung heavy with low, bruised clouds. Maybe it was the thin mist curling along the cracked sidewalks, ghostly and stubborn even under the creeping sun. Or maybe it was the absence I noticed the second I pushed through the diner’s door.

The counter was empty.

No Jackson.

For the first time in months, he wasn’t there, perched on his usual stool like a greasy vulture waiting to pick at me with his endless smirks and too-long stares. No “Good morning, gorgeous,” dripping from his teeth like poison. No lingering presence that made my skin crawl.

I blinked, half expecting him to pop out from behind the counter just to ruin my temporary peace.

But no, he was gone.

Weird.

I tightened the apron around my waist and clocked in, the old punch machine giving its usual angry clunk. As I turned, I spotted Kelly wiping down the soda machine. Her emerald orbs caught my eye and gave a little smirk, like she already knew what I was thinking.

“Wondering where your biggest fan is?” she teased, tossing her towel over her shoulder.

I grimaced, shifting awkwardly on the spot. “Fan’s a strong word.”

She laughed, but there was an edge to it, something tight and nervous that immediately put me on alert.

“You didn’t hear?” she asked, lowering her voice. “You seriously didn’t?”

“Hear what?”

Before she could answer, Tommy, one of our line cooks, a kid barely out of high school who reeked of fryer oil and cheap cologne, practically sprinted around the counter, phone in hand.

“Dude, you gotta see this,” he said, breathless with the kind of excitement people get when something horrible happens to someone else, like he’d been waiting to share with someone.

He jabbed the phone toward me.

I stared.

There, frozen on the screen, was the news:

Decapitated Head Identified as Jackson Reynolds Found Early This Morning.

Below it, a grim faced anchor spoke solemnly over a blurry video of a pond surrounded by flashing cop lights and yellow tape. Text crawled across the bottom: Local man’s severed head discovered by passerby walking dog.

The words hit me like a slow, cold slap.

Decapitated.

Dead.

Jackson Reynolds.

Gone.

I blinked at the screen, processing the headline, the horror of it, and then, underneath all the shock, came something else.

Relief.

A sick, guilty relief that unfurled inside me like warm water.

He was gone.

He couldn’t lurk by the counter anymore.

He couldn’t follow me with his ratty smiles, couldn’t wait by the dumpsters at closing time.

He was just…gone.

Tommy whistled lowly. “Crazy, right? Like, full on horror movie type shit.”

Kelly nudged me gently with her hip. “You okay?” I nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah. Just…a lot.” Because it was a lot.

But underneath the swirl of emotions, one thing stood out clear and sharp. A weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

I pushed through the rest of the morning in a daze, slinging plates of eggs and pouring refill after refill of burnt coffee. The diner buzzed with life as it always did, a cacophony of clinking forks, laughter, and old rock songs crackling from the jukebox.

But I couldn’t stop glancing toward the door. Part of me was expecting the sleaze of a man to strut in and begin to chat me up like he’d always do. But I knew that wouldn’t happen, dead people couldn’t come back to life. 

Every time I didn’t see him leering at me from his usual stool, it felt like the air grew lighter, easier to breathe. I didn’t realize just how tightly I’d been wound until the tension began to bleed out of me.

I took orders, refilled coffee, carried trays filled with unhealthy food. I smiled when I was supposed to, nodded in the right places. I even laughed once or twice. But my mind wasn’t really there.

It kept circling back to the video on Tommy’s phone. To the headline, to the image of police dragging something from the murky pond. Jackson Reynolds. Dead. My head couldn’t wrap around the thought of it.

A piece of me knew I should’ve felt something more complicated, horror, sadness, shock. But all I could feel was relief. Cold, guilty relief curling up inside my chest and making itself at home. I wanted to feel guilty for feeling so overwhelmed with joy at the news, but I couldn’t. I’m glad he’s dead. 

And I felt sick admitting it to myself.

I was halfway through wiping down a booth when the door chimed again. And in they came, my favourite regulars. 

Good, a distraction.

I grabbed a notepad, heading toward them out of habit. “Good morning, guys.” I spoke softly, voice steadier than I felt. Brian gave me a lopsided grin. “Hey yourself.”

Toby was the first to speak after that, or at least, he tried. “You l-look-” He twitched hard, cutting himself off. His mouth jerked before he forced out the rest, “—b-better. Like…like something buh-bad’s gone away.”

The words stuck strangely in the air. I paused, blinking at him. Tim shot him a sharp look while Kate kicked him under the table.

Toby winced, shoulders hunching, hands flexing inside his ruined gloves. He muttered a jumbled apology that I couldn’t quite untangle.

“Coffee?” I offered quickly, trying to smooth over whatever the hell that was.

They all nodded, mumbling their usual orders. But as I walked away, I couldn’t shake the feeling Toby’s words weren’t as random as they seemed.

The day dragged on.

I served plate after plate of greasy food, made endless trips to the kitchen, wiped down every surface twice. I tried to lose myself in the rhythm, the mindless repetition.

But every time I passed their booth, I caught little snippets.

Toby, muttering to himself.

Brian, hushing him sharply.

Kate, rolling her eyes and hissing something under her breath.

Tim, rubbing his temples like this was all normal for them.

And Toby’s muttering, broken by tics, low and stuttered, always seemed to slither just within earshot.

“…n-no more p-p-problems…”

“…s-shouldn’t a-have b-b-bothered her…”

“…p-pretty things s-shouldn’t b-be scared…”

The hair on the back of my neck prickled every time I caught a word.

It wasn’t just the way he said it.

It was the certainty in his voice.

Like he knew exactly what had happened.

Like he thought it was good.

Every time he’d mumble out a string of stutters, I’d  frown, glancing back at him, but he just twitched and scratched at the bandage on his cheek, eyes darting away to look anywhere else but me. 

Tim caught my look and lightly smacked the back of Toby’s head. “Knock it off,” he said, voice low.

Toby mumbled another apology, his shoulders hunching as he busied himself studying the worn table.

Weird. And his strange behaviour continued for the rest of my shift.

Toby kept throwing out little comments, half murmured, broken by tics and stutters. “Got w-what he deserved,” he whispered when he thought no one was listening, “Shoulda kuh-kept h-his hands to himself.”

Each time, Brian, Tim or Kate would elbow him, shoot him a look, or outright hiss at him to shut up. I pretended I didn’t hear anything. But I heard.

I heard every word.

By the time my shift ended and I dragged myself back to my apartment, I was exhausted both physically and mentally.

The day had been long. The news about Jackson still echoed at the back of my mind, like a lingering bad dream that couldn’t quite be shaken off.

I tossed my keys onto the counter, kicked off my shoes, and collapsed onto the couch with a sigh. The apartment was quiet, too quiet. I stared at the ceiling for a long minute, letting my thoughts swirl and settle.

That’s when I noticed it.

The candle on the coffee table, the one I always kept in the center, was off to the side. Barely noticeable. Barely anything. Except I was obsessive about it.

Dead center. Always. I sat up slowly, frowning. Maybe I’d bumped it earlier. Maybe I’d moved it without thinking. Maybe…

I stood and crossed the room to check the door. Locked. The windows? Locked.

I shook my head, laughing under my breath. I was being paranoid. One weird day and I was already jumping at shadows. I went to bed early, leaving the candle where it was, too tired to care.

The next morning, it was my notepad.

The small, spiral-bound one I kept on my nightstand, filled with random thoughts and half-formed dreams.

Gone.

I tore apart my apartment looking for it. Under the bed, behind the couch, in the kitchen junk drawer. Nothing. As if it had disappeared.

It wasn’t like me to lose things. Especially not that notebook.

I sat on the floor, rubbing my temples, trying to remember the last time I’d seen it.

A knock at the door jolted me upright. Heart racing, I peered through the peephole. No one there. Just an empty hallway. I swallowed hard, locking the door again, bolt, chain, everything.

Days passed.

I told myself I was imagining things.

Told myself that I’d just been stressed, tired, distracted.

But things kept happening.

My notepad that had  vanished for three days, reappeared on my pillow like some twisted offering. Pages had been rifled through, I could tell. The creases were different. The cover slightly bent.

And then… the laundry. At first, it was a missing sock. Then a missing T-shirt. Then my favorite hoodie disappeared altogether. When it finally turned up again, folded neatly on the back of my couch, it smelled wrong. 

Like it had been… somewhere else. Someone else’s hands on it. Someone had been inside my apartment. I was sure of it.

One night, lying awake in bed, I thought I heard breathing. Not my own.

Heavy and shallow.

I lay frozen for what felt like hours, every creak and groan of the old building suddenly a deafening roar in my ears.

When I finally worked up the courage to check, my phones flashlight on as I clutched the device in my trembling hand, there was nothing. No one.

But the window was cracked open just a hair. And I never left it unlocked.

The next day at the diner, the four of them were already there when I arrived, huddled over coffee like they owned the place.

Toby caught my eye and smiled wide, too wide, his mouth twitching unnaturally.

“You l-look tired,” he said, voice thick with something that wasn’t quite concern.

Tim slapped the back of his head again, and the older man muttered something under his breath and shook his head, exhausted.

Kate just stared at me, unreadable. While Brian was observing you quietly. Too quiet for the normally talkative guy.

And for the first time since I’d met them, I wondered to myself ‘Who are they, really?’

I didn’t know how much more of this I could take.

By the end of the week, every creak in my apartment sounded like footsteps. Every shadow seemed to stretch just a little too long. Every face in the diner was a potential threat.

I couldn’t keep pretending this was normal. I needed to tell someone.

So that’s exactly what I did.

It was early morning, a fresh week, when I finally pulled Kelly aside. The diner wasn’t too busy yet, just a few old timers nursing black coffee and bitter memories. The buzz of the fluorescent lights overhead made everything feel even more sterile, detached.

Kelly was wiping down the counter when I approached, twisting a rag between her hands.

“Hey, Kel,” I tap her shoulder, voice low, barely above a whisper. “You got a sec?” She looked up, smiling her usual easy smile. “Yeah, what’s up?”

I glanced around nervously before stepping closer, heart hammering. Where do I even start?

“I think…” I swallowed hard. “I think someone’s been in my apartment.” Kelly blinked, confused. “What do you mean?”

“I mean-” I leaned in, desperate to get it all out, “-things keep moving. My notepad disappeared and came back. My hoodie went missing, and it… it smelled wrong when I found it. Someone’s been touching my stuff, Kelly. Someone’s been inside my home.”

I barely breathed after speaking the words out loud, as if saying them made it all worse. Kelly’s face softened with concern, but not the kind I needed.

She let out a small laugh, brushing a strand of dirty blonde hair behind her ear. “Honey… you’re just shook up.”

“No, Kelly, listen,” I pressed, voice shaking. “It’s not just that. At night, I feel like someone’s watching me. And at work too. And Toby- you know, the one with the stutter, he keeps saying weird stuff. Stuff that makes me think he knows something.”

Kelly frowned a little, setting the rag down. “Y/N… look. What happened with Jackson, it messed you up. That’s normal. Anyone would be paranoid after what he put you through and then… you know… ending up the way he did.”

She glanced around quickly, like even mentioning his death might summon something terrible.

“I’m telling you, it’s not just paranoia,” I said, teeth gritted. “I know when something’s wrong. I feel it. This isn’t normal.”

Kelly sighed, giving me a pitying smile. The kind you give to someone you think they are overreacting.

“You’re safe now,” she said gently. “Jackson’s gone. Nobody’s gonna hurt you. Those new regulars? They’re weird, sure, but they seem harmless.”

I stared at her, feeling the floor tilt slightly under my feet. She didn’t believe me. Not really.

“Just… try to relax, okay?” she said, reaching out to squeeze my hand. “Maybe take a few days off. Sleep in. Watch some dumb reality TV. You’ll feel better.”

I nodded because it was easier than arguing. But deep down, I knew.

Sleep wasn’t the problem. I could lock every window, deadbolt every door, and I still wouldn’t be safe.

Because whatever was happening, whoever was creeping into my apartment, rifling through my life, potentially watching me, they weren’t breaking in.

They were already inside.

And Kelly’s comforting words weren’t enough to stop the cold creeping through my veins.

But maybe she was right, maybe I am being paranoid…?

The rest of my shift passed in a blur.

The diner got busier, and Kelly was pulled away to help at the register.

I was left alone at the counter, mind racing.

At one point, I glanced up from pouring coffee and found Toby staring at me from across the diner.

Not at the menu.

Not at his buddies

At me.

His head twitched slightly to the side, the faintest grin curling at the corners of his mouth.

The minute our eyes met, he jerked his head down, hiding the smile.

Tim elbowed him hard in the ribs, muttering something I couldn’t hear.

Kate rolled her eyes and shook her head, like this was nothing new.

But it was new to me. And it was terrifying. But I just shook my head. “No, Y/n… you’re being paranoid, just paranoid…” I mumbled to myself.

Kelly was right.

I was just paranoid. What happened to Jackson had shaken me deeper than I wanted to admit, left cracks in my mind that fear kept slipping through. I told myself it made sense, the stress, the long shifts, the endless loop of bad sleep and scary thoughts. I was exhausted, and exhausted people made mistakes. Misplaced things. Forgot small details. Imagined shadows where there weren’t any. 

The regulars? Brian, Tim, Kate, and Toby? They were just that, regulars. Weird, maybe, but harmless. I couldn’t keep jumping at every glance, every half heard word. If I didn’t get a grip soon, I was going to drive myself insane.

I sat on the edge of my bed that night, forcing myself to go over everything again. The candle had probably been bumped when I was cleaning. The missing notepad? I must’ve tucked it somewhere absentmindedly and just forgot. The hoodie? Maybe it had fallen behind the couch and picked up that stale, musty smell from the floorboards… that was all. 

Normal explanations. Logical explanations. Nothing bad was happening. No one was watching me. No one had been in my apartment. I repeated it to myself like a prayer until the panic in my chest dulled to a quiet ache. I wasn’t a victim. Not anymore

Everything is fine.

[jessesluvr]

Girlll I need more about jessie and Miller!reader pls😭😭😭

moments in jackson | jesse x reader

author's note : err, lowk getting burnt out haha.. anyways take care of yourselves. NOT proofread sorry.

summary : jesse finally confesses his feelings and starts showing up more, helping around the house and making you laugh with his cooking attempts. after a quiet night tangled up on the couch, it’s clear to both of you that this love is something soft, steady, and real.

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you’re standing just outside the front door of your house — joel’s old place, the one you grew up in — watching the soft early morning light slip through the trees. the world in jackson is waking up slowly, and for a moment, everything feels calm. you breathe in the fresh air, the familiar scent of pine and wood smoke curling around you like a comfort blanket.

joel’s voice cuts through your thoughts. “you coming, or you gonna stare at the trees all day?”

you glance back to see your uncle tommy, leaning against the porch railing with his usual easy grin. you can’t help the small smile that tugs at your lips. tommy has always been the one who knows when you need a little nudge.

“almost ready,” you call back, slipping your jacket on. your fingers fumble with the buttons for a second — shy, even after all these years, to be moving through the world with as much confidence as you have now. you’re a good mix of joel’s grit and your own quiet care for people.

tommy laughs, the sound light. “you miller girls are stubborn.”

“not stubborn,” you reply, “just… cautious.”

tommy shakes his head with a mock exasperation but his eyes are soft. “alright, cautious it is. but don’t be too cautious to live a little, yeah?”

you nod, the warmth in your chest spreading. living a little has always been harder than it sounds, especially here, but you’ve been trying.

you slip out the door and head toward the town square, where the bustle of jackson has begun to stir. you spot ellie and dina by the trading post, chatting and laughing like they don’t have a care in the world. it’s contagious.

you wave, and ellie spots you immediately. “hey, miller! over here!”

dina grins, “you’re late.”

you shrug, smiling. “took my time.”

ellie’s eyes dart toward someone standing just behind dina — jesse, leaning casually against the post, arms crossed, watching you with that familiar easy smirk. your heart does a little jump that you try to hide. you and jesse have been friends for a while, but lately, there’s been this quiet tension — moments that linger just a second too long, shared glances that make you wonder if maybe, just maybe, he feels it too.

jesse catches your eye and gives you a small nod. you nod back, cheeks warming.

tommy joins you, clapping a hand on your shoulder. “ready to patrol?”

you glance at jesse, who shrugs with that goofy grin, “as ready as i’ll ever be.”

you laugh softly, the sound light, and for the first time that day, your shyness melts a little under the weight of something promising — maybe, something more.

you’re paired with jesse for the patrol. not uncommon — tommy rotates the teams often, but somehow, it’s always jesse you end up walking beside. you’ve never asked why, but you wonder if he’s been requesting you. you know you haven’t objected.

the two of you ride out through the south gate on horseback, hooves crunching over the frost-laced dirt path. it’s late winter, the kind that clings to the edges of roofs and fences but starts to smell faintly of spring. the sky’s clear, wide open above you, blue in a way that almost hurts to look at.

jesse rides just ahead of you, glancing back every so often. “you okay back there, miller?”

you roll your eyes. “i’ve done this route before.”

he grins. “yeah, but you always look so serious. like the trees personally offended you.”

you huff a laugh. “maybe they did.”

“should i give them a stern talking-to?”

“you could try,” you reply, the corner of your mouth twitching up, “but i don’t think trees respond well to sarcasm.”

jesse glances at you over his shoulder, the sun catching in his eyes. there’s something in his expression — something soft, unreadable. then he clicks his tongue and urges his horse forward. “guess i’ll leave the sweet-talking to you, then.”

you shake your head, amused. he always does this — pokes at you, teases you gently, like he knows it pulls you out of your shell. and maybe he does.

by late afternoon, you’re on foot, weaving through the dense pine forest south of the watchtower. it’s quiet, the kind of quiet you’ve learned to read over the years. you’re focused, but relaxed — no tracks, no signs of infected, just the rustle of wind through the branches.

you crouch near a stream, checking for prints, and jesse stands beside you, scanning the treeline. after a moment, he says, “you always get this look when you’re tracking.”

you glance up at him, curious. “what kind of look?”

he tilts his head, considering. “like you’re somewhere else. like the world’s spinning but you’ve got your feet planted just right.”

you blink, caught off-guard. “that’s… poetic.”

jesse shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck. “yeah, well. i notice stuff.”

your heart stutters a little. “you always like that with people you patrol with?”

he doesn’t smile this time. just looks at you for a long second and says, “no.”

the moment stretches between you, something unspoken curling in the air.

you break for lunch beneath a small overhang near the stream. you sit shoulder to shoulder on a log, passing a tin of dried fruit back and forth. he offers you the last apricot — your favorite — and when you try to say no, he holds it out insistently.

“come on,” he says, grinning. “you’ll break my heart if you don’t.”

you take it with a shy smile, brushing his fingers with yours. you don’t miss the way his eyes drop to your hand, or how he exhales quietly when you lean back beside him, your shoulders still touching.

the silence between you is easy now. comfortable. it feels like something blooming.

as the sun begins to dip behind the trees, golden light spills across the snow-dusted forest. you and jesse are quiet as you ride back, the horses calm and steady beneath you. the gates of jackson come into view just as the sky turns orange.

back in town, ellie waves you over near the stables. “hey! we’re doing dinner at the tipsy bison tonight. you in?”

you hesitate, glancing at jesse.

“i’ll go if you go,” he says casually, but there’s something behind the words.

your heart flutters. “alright. i’ll meet you there.”

later that night

the dining hall is buzzing with laughter, firelight flickering in every corner. you sit across from jesse, ellie and dina flanking your sides. the table is warm, your cheeks flush from the cider, and you can’t remember the last time you laughed this much.

“alright,” dina says, pointing at you with her fork, “truth or dare?”

“oh god,” you mutter, sipping your drink. “truth.”

ellie perks up. “who in this room do you trust the most on patrol?”

you glance around, considering. your eyes land on jesse before you even mean them to. “him,” you say softly.

he looks at you with something unreadable, but warm. then he says, quiet enough for only you to hear, “i trust you too.”

and you know he means it.

after dinner, the cold hits your skin like a breath of ice. jesse walks beside you, close enough that his arm brushes yours.

“want me to walk you home?” he asks.

you nod, hugging your coat tighter around you. the streets are quiet at this hour, and the world feels hushed — like something’s waiting.

when you reach your porch, you pause. so does he.

“i had fun today,” you say softly.

“yeah?” he says, voice a little lower now.

you nod. “you always make it easier. being out there.”

jesse looks at you, really looks at you, and says, “you make me feel like it’s okay to slow down.”

your breath catches.

he steps closer, not too close — just enough to make your heart race. “you ever think about us?” he asks.

your mouth goes dry. “sometimes.”

he leans in, forehead brushing yours. “me too.”

the moment holds. sweet, still, tender.

you think — maybe this is how it starts. not with fireworks, not with some dramatic confession, but with quiet honesty under starlight. a moment shared between two people who already know each other’s hearts, even if they haven’t said the words yet.

and when jesse gently, gently kisses your cheek, you close your eyes and smile.

the next day starts like any other. you wake up to the sound of the wind against the windows and the smell of coffee drifting in from the kitchen. joel’s already up — he always is — hunched over the counter with that same old mug in his hand.

“morning,” you mumble, still half-asleep.

he grunts, eyes flicking to you over the rim of his cup. “you were out late last night.”

you pause. “just dinner. with jesse. ellie and dina, too.”

joel raises a brow. “mmhmm.”

you narrow your eyes. “what?”

“nothin’,” he says, too casually. “just askin’.”

but the way his jaw ticks tells you he’s already suspicious. joel’s always had a sixth sense when it came to you — that overprotective, fatherly instinct that never seemed to shut off.

you grab your own mug and pour some coffee. “don’t start.”

“i didn’t say nothin’,” he repeats, but you see the way his eyes follow you — quietly watching, quietly worrying.

later that day, jesse shows up at your front door, a crooked smile on his face and a toolkit in his hand.

“you mentioned your front porch squeaks like hell,” he says. “thought i’d fix it.”

you blink. “you remembered that?”

he shrugs, stepping inside. “i remember stuff when you say it.”

your heart skips. it’s just a porch — just a small, stupid thing — but the fact that he noticed, that he cared enough to do something about it, makes your chest ache in the best way.

you sit on the steps while he works, passing him nails and teasing him when he drops the screwdriver.

“you sure you know what you’re doing?”

“no,” he says flatly, and you laugh. “but i’m doing it anyway.”

when the porch no longer groans under your feet, he dusts off his hands and flops down beside you. the sky is pink with early dusk, and everything feels still again.

“you wanna come inside?” you ask.

he doesn’t answer right away. then, softly, “yeah.”

it’s late. joel’s already gone to bed, and the two of you are barefoot in the kitchen, rummaging for something sweet. jesse finds an old tin of cocoa mix and smirks.

“you like hot chocolate?” he asks, already filling a pot with water.

you nod. “haven’t had it in forever.”

he makes two mugs and hands you one, your fingers brushing. the touch lingers longer than it should.

“you know,” he says quietly, leaning against the counter beside you, “i’ve been meaning to tell you something.”

you look at him, heart suddenly in your throat. “yeah?”

jesse runs a hand through his hair, suddenly serious. “i like you. more than i should, probably.”

you blink, words stuck somewhere between your chest and your lips.

“i didn’t say anything because… well, because you’re joel’s kid,” he admits. “and i didn’t want to mess that up. but i don’t think i can keep pretending i don’t feel it anymore.”

you’re quiet for a long second.

then you say, voice barely above a whisper, “i like you too.”

he lets out a breath like he’s been holding it for weeks.

“you do?”

you nod, nervous smile tugging at your lips. “i just didn’t know if you felt the same.”

he sets his mug down carefully and steps closer. “i’ve felt this way for a long time, darlin’.”

the nickname makes your knees go weak.

you lean into him slowly, cautiously — and he meets you halfway, his forehead pressed gently to yours.

no fireworks. just warmth. steady and sure.

he kisses you then, slow and soft — like a promise.

and for once, you let yourself believe this could last.

the next morning

joel eyes jesse from across the table the next morning, suspicion radiating from every line of his face.

“you been here a lot lately,” he says casually, sipping his coffee.

jesse nearly chokes on his eggs. “uh… yeah. helping with the porch.”

joel hums.

you try not to laugh. “he fixed it.”

“mmhmm,” joel says again.

jesse clears his throat. “anyway, i should go. got work with tommy.”

“yeah,” joel mutters, watching him like a hawk. “tell him i said hi.”

as soon as jesse leaves, joel turns to you.

“just porch work, huh?”

you groan. “dad…”

he sighs, rubbing a hand down his face. “look, i ain’t mad. i just… i know what it’s like to love somebody and not know how to protect ‘em from it all. he’s a good kid. just don’t let it get too fast, alright?”

your heart softens.

“okay,” you say gently. “i won’t.”

joel nods, quiet for a moment. “you’re still my little girl.”

“i know.”

and you hug him from behind, arms wrapping around his shoulders, feeling his gruff sigh ease into something softer.

jackson was quiet in the late afternoon. soft snow flurried in the air, catching sunlight like dust. you sat by the window with a book, pretending to read but not really turning the pages.

your thoughts were on jesse. on the way his lips had lingered against yours last night. on the way his confession had cracked something wide open in your chest.

you were in that quiet haze when there was a knock at the door.

you opened it to find ellie and dina, both wearing matching grins — the kind that meant trouble.

“what,” you said flatly, narrowing your eyes.

“nothing,” ellie said way too quickly.

dina elbowed her. “we were just wondering… how’s jesse?”

you stared.

ellie leaned on the doorframe, smug. “y’know, he’s been smiling all day. practically skipping.”

“i didn’t know jesse could skip,” dina teased.

“i will close the door on you.”

they both laughed.

“okay, okay, seriously,” dina said, stepping inside, “we’re just happy for you. finally.”

“finally?” you echoed.

“please,” ellie said. “you two have been in love for like, a year. jackson’s not blind.”

your face burned. “we’re not— it’s not—”

“yet,” dina cut in.

you groaned, hiding your face.

that night 

you weren’t expecting him to show up with groceries in hand and a determined look on his face.

“i’m cooking for you,” jesse declared.

you blinked. “you don’t cook.”

“i can follow directions,” he said confidently, then hesitated. “...probably.”

you watched him struggle with a worn-down recipe card, accidentally spill flour on the floor, and burn the garlic within five minutes. still, his smile never faded.

you laughed so hard you had to sit on the counter.

“stop laughing and stir this!” he said, handing you a spoon with sauce splattered all the way up the handle.

“pretty sure it’s already ruined.”

“it’s a creative interpretation.”

you grinned. “it’s a disaster.”

he gave you a sheepish look. “yeah, but it’s for you.”

that shut you up fast.

suddenly it didn’t matter that the pasta was mushy or that he’d nearly set the towel on fire. he made something for you. he showed up — again.

and that meant everything.

the meal was long gone, the kitchen barely cleaned. you were both still laughing as you collapsed onto the couch, warm blankets around your shoulders and sleepy comfort settling in.

your head found his chest without a second thought, and jesse instinctively pulled you close, his fingers tracing lazy circles against your back.

“y’know,” he murmured into your hair, “i think this is the best part of the day.”

you looked up at him. “lying on an old couch covered in crumbs?”

he chuckled. “no. you. right here.”

your throat tightened — in a good way.

the room dimmed with the sunset, and neither of you moved. his arm curled tighter around you. your legs tangled together.

eventually, his breathing slowed.

and somewhere in the quiet, you fell asleep against him, heartbeat steady, safe in each other’s warmth.

[sinsxo]

01. match found!

synopsis. it started with hacking accusations, and ended with you completely oblivious to who was watching your stream.

notes. thank you guys for waiting! in case you're unfamiliar with valorant, the reader is playing a character named reyna while nagi is playing a character named jett. valorant players usually refer to each other by the names of their characters and it applies to any streamer's chat as well. lmk if anything else is confusing!

cw. cussing, internet slang, chat has parasocial tendencies, valorant.

navigation. masterlist.

[🔴 LIVE] nagi seishiro @/nagi_channel

nagi seishiro oh… i died again to the reyna.

nagilvr ntnt!! revenge arc starts now user222 that reyna is lowkey cracked tf user4 DARE I SAY the reyna is hacking user90 bruh shes farming you lowkey user18 it’s ALWAYS reyna user5 reynas cooking 🔥🔥🔥 user20 is she cheating or just better 🧍 user777 nah id report just in case

nagi seishiro what the… how did that shot even hit me? kinda weird that she knew i was there.

user9 nah you didn’t even peek 💀 user111 clairvoyant reyna in your lobby user33 wallhacks??? user777 user33 i think so too nagifan user33 reyna is def hacking user88 yo that spiderman?? the spidey senses tingling

nagi seishiro you guys think reyna’s hacking? we’re still winning though.

user4 W for humble king nagilvr plot twist: stream sniping?? user00 i tihkn reyna js built diff user13 either a cheater or psychic user8 i dont think its hacking js skill diff user66 user8 take it back rey just aced 💀 user8 NVM that shot was kinda crazy icl

nagi seishiro is this person hacking?

user10 welp this again nagifan confirmed at this point tbh user32 we said this last time and it was just a 14 y/o prodigy 🙏🏻 stanname guys shes literally a streamer chill 😭 user3 i already reported oop user55 REPORT + BLOCK + UNINSTALL user8 stanname fr? whats her handle user777 stanname drop the name rn we’re waiting stanname @/yourusername shes legit good yall stop the false reports lol nagifan NAGI SHE’S A STREAMER GO SAY HI user222 ohhh wait ive seen her clips she’s hella good

nagi seishiro they’re a streamer? i’m checking them out if i die again.

user0 LOLLLL bros throwing now user44 lmao rip nagilvr uhh user7 AINT NO WAY 💀 user949 bro is crashing out 😭🙏🏻 user11 nagi crash out real nagishairstrand reyna needs to get a life

nagi seishiro gg’s. hold on, chat. i’m going to check the reyna out, what’s their channel?

user9 omg pls say the reyna is live rn user4 watch him queue snipe her nagifan HE’S LOOKING GUYS HES LOOKING user55 bros already on the hunt user22 lurking activated user101 parasocial speedrun

nagi seishiro is she away right now? oh, she’s back. let’s watch her play for a bit.

user99 she said she needed to pee nagilvr she went to pee user44 watching her like its a VOD review user22 nagi turning into a lurker 💀 user8 SHES BACK user33 “let’s watch” 👀 ok nagi

nagi seishiro not bad. her aim’s insane, game-sense is on another level too. and she’s pretty... good.

user99 AND SHE’S PRETTY???? user0 chat we lost nagilvr nagi what was that last part 😭 user4 bro you down bad already user111 he said “she’s pretty” and hes tryna brush it off im crying user8 new ship just dropped 🚢 user77 chat clip that NOW user1 nagi ur not slick bruh user09 next stream titled “i fell for my ranked enemy 😳” user0 do you want us to leave the stream so you two can be alone??

nagi seishiro should we queue into another match, chat?

user22 nah you tryna queue with HER be honest nagifan blink twice if ur trying to match again user77 queue solo but think duo user44 you mean queue into HER lobby user8 he’s in too deep 💔 user11 y'all acting like she's not already in another match 😭

exit stream.

[🔴 LIVE] you @/yourusername

you it’s fine guys, everyone’s probably burnt out from playing so much.

namelover okay but ur team is lowkey braindead 😭 userv suuuure they just suck userone Y’ALL enemy jett is nagi namelover userone WHAT EXCUSE ME userfive NO WAIT ITS ACTUALLY HIM user45 lmaoooo and hes getting fried by you user88 PMFG NAGI NAGI NAGI user6 he aint all that tbh

you i’m playing with nagi? nagi seishiro? that’s cool.

user44 yoo whats up gng nagis stream is GAGGED user4 not us thinking you were hacking lol user10 wait you is so pretty what user8 nagi chat was MAD no lie user7 vro was crashing out

you he’s actually too good. i don’t think our team can comeback, chat.

userfive they call him a genius for a reason user22 the way ur talking about him rn 🧍‍♂️ user20 idk its giving enemies to lovers userone no bc you guys lowkey have chemistry userv i smell an arc coming user09 me watching enemies to lovers unfold in real time 🍿 user77 if u duo w him i will cry actual tears

you tough luck, gg’s team. that was a really long round. gotta pee, be right back.

userone your team was running on hopes and prayers ngl userv idk how she doesnt crash out w these teammates namelover tbh she was against the nagi seishiro userone namelover yeah but she couldve won if her teammates were better nagi_channel has entered chat. userv WTF namelover 💀💀💀 userfive you COME BACK NOW stanname hoyl shit user7 she peeing while he JOINED user89 valorant timing HELPPP user90 THE LORE IS WRITING ITSELF

you i’m back, let’s queue again. i think i’ll swap my vandal skin real quick.

userv SHES NOT READING CHATT userfive OMG SOMEONE TELL HER namelover WHY IS THIS SO STRESSFUL userone this is actual tragedy user65 this cant b real 💔 userthree you look up PLS

you wait, i forgot to get water. i’ll lock yoru and come back.

usertwo no way this is happening user012 PLEASE SOMEONE SCREAM user6 THE WAY SHE DOESNT KNOW user7 the desperation in this chat rn 💀 user44 bro pulled up just to watch an empty gaming chair

you the round already started? why is everyone freaking out in chat?

userv NAGI JOINED STREAM user7 she is NOT meant to meet this man HELP user88 someone teach her how to read chat user9 i cant w the timing she came back when the match started 💔 stanname HE JOINED HES WATCHING U

you nice one. my teammates are really good this time, compared to the previous game.

user4 ong this cant be real user6 niceeeeeee user88 she joined late and still got a 3k userfive you GIRL PLEASE READ CHAT userthree humble queen fr

you huh? i’m reading chat now. nagi is in my stream?

userfive he WAS userv i think hes gone girl YOU MISSED HIM user11 and you were peeing and rehydrating stanname past tense. heartbreak user6 HE WATCHED. HE LURKED. HE LEFT. userfive im fonna crash ougt weewoo i think he searched your stream out of curiosity userlol you missed him by SECONDS useryay this is the most tragic gamer romance setup i’ve ever seen

you what do you mean the nagi seishiro was in my stream? chat. what do you mean.

userthree GIRL TOO LATE YOU WERENT READING CHAT stanname GUYS SHE WAS PISSING OK userone stanname BYEE user65 WE TRIED TO WARN YOU nagilvr GIRL HE SAID YOU WERE PRETTY IN HIS STREAM userv nagilvr he whATTTT user4 userv were deadass user111 nobody snitch that we snitched on nagi user09 tbf he said she was pretty good but everyone collectively ignored the last part user8 the last part was unnecessary we all know hes a fake nonchalant emo 🥀

exit stream.

yourusername

yourusername thanks for joining stream you guys are the best frfr

view comments.

stanname next stream when 💔 it ended too fast userone that was an eventful stream view replies.

namelover had us stressing and shi userthree fr userfive had all of chat yelling at the screen yourusername userfive mb gng 💔 userfive yourusername OMG yell at me please userone userfive HELP??

userv update us if he dms you 😊😊 nagilvr collab with nagi when 😮‍💨 stanname your hand in marriage please 🙏🏻

exit instagram.

taglist. closed! @lovingmayday @blu3-l0v3r @fiestvr @bigclownshoes @mixolya @nevvynev @p1z-d0njud6em3 @fischly @kuromixheartzzz @choco-cvt @ilovewonyo @summmerr0-0 @luvrofthemoon @kyeeeeeeeweeeeeeewi @silentheav @zephyyyrrra @emikikus18

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[lateatnewyork]

How You Get The Girl

pt 2

luke castellan x reader

Summary: going on a holiday with everyone

a/n in love with smau

liked by iamlukecastellan, persassy, silenab and 4789 more whosyn bali here we come ✈️ ☀️ view comments

persassy IM SO EXCITED ➔whosyn bags not babysitting him ➔ groverishere bags not ➔ iamlukecastellan bags not ➔ imannabeth bags not ➔ clarisselarue bags not ➔ silenab bags not ➔ itschris oh man not me ➔ persassy you guys are mean user45 everyone being mean to percy in the comments lol liked by creator

liked by whosyn, silenab, imannabeth and 1756 more iamlukecastallen not percy almost burning annie’s hair view comments

imannabeth i swear some of its burnt ➔ whosyn we should burn percy’s ➔ imannabeth we should ➔ persassy why are my sister and girlfriend conspiring against me

liked by iamlukecastallen, clarisselarue, itschris and 1789 more whosyn i want him to [redacted] me tagged: iamlukecastallen

groverishere y/n the children??? ➔ whosyn i didn’t say anything persassy ew 🤮 ➔ whosyn not you hating on the sister who paid for your ticket iamlukecastallen she means she wants me to kiss her ➔ whosyn yeah definitely that…

liked by whosyn, iamlukecastellan, clarisselarue and 675 more itschris who knew luke could cook and so well tagged: iamlukecastallen view comments

whosyn he cooks for me all the time 🤭 persassy i aspire to be like luke when i grow up ➔ whosyn aspires is a big word perce who taught you that ➔ persassy annabeth did 😔 liked by creator

liked by iamlukecastellan, clarisselarue, silenab and 4534 more whosyn my dinner is plating your dinner 🤭 view comments

persassy huh ➔ itschris annabeth pls explain ➔ whosyn DONT clarisselarue now i don’t want to eat the food ➔ whosyn sorry bae 😔 iamlukecastellan you have no shame darling ➔ whosyn you love it 🫶🏻 ➔ iamlukecastellan i do liked by creator

liked by imannabeth, groverishere, clarisselarue and 476 more persassy what did i walk in on view comments

groverishere percy their naked… ➔ persassy ew itschris so that’s what all the screaming was last night ➔ whosyn chris shut up

liked by whosyn, iamlukecastellan, silenab and 1653 more clarisselarue cutest couple ever view comments

whosyn love you ris 🫶🏻 liked by creator

liked by iamlukecastellan, clarisselarue, persassy and 7121 more whosyn to the plans that make it out of the group chat 🥂 tagged: iamlukecastellan, clarisselarue,, imannabeth, itschris, groverishere, silenab comments are closed

a/n if you read my other works sunflower (flowers series) will be up by tonight 🫶🏻

[chaconnehoon]

⟢ Sunghoon as your introvert bf

— Park Sunghoon x reader ( fem )

Genre: fluff

( 📝 ) note. from chaconnehoon

Enjoy!

© All rights reserved chaconnehoon do not copy.

You didn’t understand what people meant with " Sunghoon isn’t your type. "

What do they mean by that?

Is something you always asked yourself. Because that sentence always came very frequently. When you would mention him. Whether it came from your parents, friends, coworkers and even the baker from the local bakery. Who technically saw you grow up. ( almost ) Everyone you know would say that. Why? You didn’t know.

Was it because he didn’t show a lot of PDA? Is it because he wouldn’t kiss you in front of everyone just like that? Is it because he was shy and introverted? You never really got an actual answer.

Today you went to a bar with some of your friends. Because you guys finally had a break where everyone was free and could attend. There you guys were. Sitting and chatting among each other. But then, that six word sentence, was said again. By your friend Hina, this time.

" What do you mean? " you calmly said.

Your friend Hina looked a little nervous, she looked at other girls and continued. " Well first of all he’s really introverted and barely to never shows any physical affection towards you. Don’t get me wrong Y/N, we want the best for you. You deserve better treatment. "

She said and it got quiet because you didn’t respond right away, you waited, then responded. Letting her words sink in first. " Sunghoon might not be the most flashy and overly affectionate but he loves and cares about me. He might not be loud and kiss me in front of a crowd but he’s always there when I need a hug and reassurance when I doubt myself. "

" He treats me with respect and kindness and is the most thoughtful person I know. "

You paused, " So yes, he might not be flashy with affection and skinship but he always makes sure that I feel seen and heard. And that’s all that matters to me. " the girls were silent after this.

" We didn’t mean to be rude, we just wanted to look out for you. " " Well don’t there’s no need. Sunghoon is perfect. " " We won’t, the way you talk about him already says enough. "

We smiled and got back into our conversations.

Time Skip**

It was around 11:00 PM that you excused yourself and headed home. And around 11:30 PM you arrived home. With a " click " sound, you unlocked the door and stepped in. You noticed the rack that was messy when you left now organized, with only 2 jackets hanging, yours and his. The lights were dimmed. Except for the one in the entry. Going further into the home you could smell the soy sauce and rice linger in the air.

" Did he cook? "

You thought to yourself and went to kitchen. On the counter you found a plastic container with food in it. On top of it, was a sticky note.

" I didn’t know at what time you would comeback so I made us both a little something and left some extra food for you. Enjoy! PS: the rice was a little burnt but it’s still good. "

You laughed at the cute note and put the container in the microwave so that it could heat up. While waiting you tiptoed your way to the living room. And there he was, curled up on the couch. Sunghoon, he was wearing a grey hoodie with a white tshirt underneath and he had matching grey sweatpants.

Because of the position he slept in, you could see a sliver of his lower abdomen. But right now wasn’t the time to drool over your boyfriend, you quietly got closer and noticed the half washed dish towel on the coffee table.

That’s when you realized he had been cleaning around. Your heart fluttered at the kind and thoughtful act. You remembered telling him you were going to be exhausted when you’ll come back from the bar to clean up.

So he did while you were away, so the night would be easy for you when you would come home. You stand there for a moment, watching his chest go up and down and how he looked peaceful while resting. You got more closer and leaned down. Pressing a soft kiss on the crown of his head, careful to not wake him.

You then whispered, silently.

" You’re exactly my type. "

You quietly went back to the kitchen to eat your food, when you finished you didn’t waste a second to go take a long and warm shower. You felt dirty and sticky from the bar so you needed to wash it away. You came back down with a towel in your hand, drying your hair.

When you turned a corner. You bumped into someone, aka hoon, you didn’t see him coming." You’re back! How was the bar? " he said genuinely being interested in how it went. " it was fine but not better than being close to you. " you said and he chuckled pulling you closer gently. Tugging at your shirt a little, that meant something.

Sunghoon never forces you to do anything. He would rather you initiate if you want to go further or not. You leaned in, planting a soft kiss on his lips. He smiled into the kiss and you pulled away smiling too. You chuckled, noticing how his hair looked from the nap he took on the couch.

" Oh, it’s my hair right? " he laughed too while you nodded. He gently grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers. Pulling you back upstairs so that both of you could sleep in your bed.

Let’s just say it was a cozy and cuddly night with a lot of kissing.

[sagesbard]

I'm bored and it's like 2 am I got work in 4 hours but we ain't sleeping chat🔥🔥🗣️🗣️ so here's some Mouthwashing Head canons!

Captain Curly🎉

100% was a performing arts kid in Highschool either band or orchestra, probably played the viola or was in pit for marching band.

Only child but always wanted siblings.

Did college for 2 years then dropped out, he originally wanted to be an astronomy teacher but couldn't afford the tuition.

Back on earth he's a frequent gym rat. Not one of those annoying gym bros but he goes often.

Has a Scottish or some kind of accent.

He hates places that are super humid because they make his hair puff up like no tomorrow.

Smells like citrus and oak aftershave.

Anya🌟

She did theatre in highschool but was on tech crew.

Before pony Express she was a teachers aid for a kindergarten class. It didn't pay enough so she got on the ship in hopes it would pay for her nursing school.

She's an amazing cook. She can cook but not bake the last time she baked she burnt it so bad she thought it caught on fire.

I can't explain it but I feel like she has a small southern accent don't @ me guys.

Grew up in Tennessee she has three siblings she's the oldest out of all of them.

Both her parents worked which put her in a motherly role which is why it's sort of a default for her.

She sees Daisuke as a little brother.

Smells like the strawberry pound cake perfume from bed bath and body works.

Daisuke🌺

He had braces from 6th grade to his junior year of highschool.

He did art in highschool.

He got his Hawaiian shirt from his older sister when she went off to college.

He has one older sister.

He paints his nail occasionally.

A GOD at DDR (Dance dance revolution) and nobody can convince me otherwise.

100% worked at an arcade before joining the pony Express.

Sees Anya as an older sister.

His parents always asked why he couldn't be more like his sister.

He smells like the sugar sweet perfume from Victoria's secret.

No accent but he's from LA California.

Jimathan

Smells like axe body spray and sweat.

Doesn't wash his clothes until he can smell it.

Has had the same shoes for 4 years.

A firm believer in 5 second rule.

Only child but was okay with that.

Was never told no as a kid.

Hiiiii I hope y'all enjoyed this first run though of mouthwashing head canons! If you have any requests PLEASE drop me some. I'll do NSFW but I will not write NSFW for swansea or anything for jimmy. I can do platonic stuff for swansea just not romantic he looks too much like my dad guys :/ ANYWAYS I hope y'all have a good day/night be good people 💗💗

[murderofcr0wbars]

This is so fucking cursed but I had a lot of fun

Batfam as the “I was cooking and I burnt the bacon” trend

(Trend is basically how basically how people have fucked up)

Barbara Gordon: Was arguing and misspelled a basic word

Dick Grayson: Sent a freaky text to bestie by accident(they responded back freakier)

Cassandra Cain: Literally was cooking and burnt some bacon

Jason Todd: First time at someone’s house and walked straight into their bedroom before being told where it is

Stephanie Brown: Partner unzipped their pants and she zipped them back up

Tim Drake: Tried to send something to both talking stages and accidentally made a group chat

Duke Thomas: Did it for the plot but got attached

Damian Wayne: Punched boyfriend after being tickled

Bruce Wayne: Told someone he was interested in to shut up after being complimented

BONUS Selena Kyle: Was asked what she was wearing while wearing a meme shirt of an embarrassing movie