#i fucking love reqs

[bloodblockadebattlefront]

hi i see u are taking requests... i would love to see femt hes my big favorite <3 but also if u dont feel like doing that thats ok cuz either way i just wanted to say ur style is SO cool im gonna think about it forever

thank you!!! king of the freaks plus aligura for fun here u go

[mrsaltieri-real]

Hi! Can I request ethan x reader where he walks in on her getting off and saying his name but she’s not embarrassed about it or anything and they have sex? But he’s a virgin and is really inexperienced when they eventually sleep together?

Like a Virgin (Virgin!Ethan Landry x Fem!AFAB!Reader)

Word count: 2k

Warning/s: NSFW, 18+, langauge, smut, masturbation, caught masturbating, sub!virgin!ethan, dom!reader, oral, (fem receiving) face grinding, praising, teasing, Ethan has NO experience, etc

I’ve been bombarded with Ethan requests since I did them Headcanons and I LOVE IT.

Of course anon. I like this request so much I’m gonna make it a two or three parter so this is part one! Thank you for the req <3

Part 2 is HERE

Part 3 is HERE

Laid sprawled out on your bed with your hand between your legs, you thought of only one person. Fuck, he really unknowingly made his way into every thought, every fantasy you’d had these last few weeks since you’d met him and it was driving you crazy.

You knew your friends were just sitting in the next room so it took everything inside of you to keep as quiet as you could, biting your lip with such force it’s a shock your teeth didn’t cut into the soft skin.

You curled your fingers inside yourself, groaning as you pictured his long, slender digits instead of your own. The palm of your hand nudged your clit with every fluid motion of your hand, pretending all the while it was all him.

You needed him, you craved him. Your other hand slid up your body to pinch and twist your nipples and your eyes remained closed tight. You pictured his beautiful face looking up at you as he fingered your cunt, his breathtaking smile on his full lips before they’d latch around your clit and felt yourself clench around your fingers, feeling the coil in your stomach about to snap.

“Fuck, Ethan.” You groaned quietly, grinding yourself down on your fingers.

“Hey, Tara was just wondering if- oh fuck, I’m so sorry!”

Your eyes flew open and fixed on the tall curly haired boy standing in your doorway, his own eyes wide and his mouth open as he stared at your naked body touching yourself on your bed moaning his name before blinking quickly and spinning on his heel to face your wall, about to make a break for it.

“Ethan, wait!”

You didn’t feel even slightly embarrassed, your fingers still plugged inside your cunt as you called to him.

“I’m really sorry, I uh… should’ve knocked.” He stood with his back still to you and staring desperately at your wall.

“Come in, close the door.”

You saw his shoulders tense a little as he hesitated for a minute before reaching for the door knob and closing the door, remaining awkwardly standing by your wall.

“Turn around.” You instructed.

He turned slowly, eyes still refusing to look at you. His cheeky were a gorgeously furious shade of pink and you couldn’t help but smile at the fact he was so embarrassed.

“Come here.”

“Wait, what??” He quickly flashed a confused look at you before his eyes widened when seeing you naked again before dropping to look at his feet. He didn’t know what to do, what to say. You weren’t even phased that he’d walked in on you in the most vulnerable situation you could possibly be in. You’d moved a little whilst he was staring blindly at the wall so that you were propped up, hands now resting on your thighs, still completely naked.

“I said come here.” You repeated gently, patting the bed.

He hesitated for a moment before slowly walking toward you, perching precariously on the edge of your bed.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to barge into someone’s room like that?” You chastised him playfully, loving the way he still couldn’t look at you. The bottom half of him was angled away from you and his hands were crossed over his crotch, trying to hide a very obvious growing bulge in his pants.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled again, cheeks flushing an even deeper, prettier shade of pink.

You tilted your head at him, moving to lean over to him, turning his head by his chin so he was forced to look at you. His big brown eyes stared into yours and it sent another shudder of want down your spine.

“Did you like what you saw?” You watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped, noticing him glance down at your breasts once before meeting your gaze again and nodding slowly. “I thought so.” You were quiet for a moment before another smile broke across your face as you asked, “are you a virgin, Ethan?”

“I- what?” Ethan stuttered his words a little, sharply diverting his eyes away from you but you gripped his chin in your hand even tighter so he couldn’t look away completely.

“I said, are you a virgin?”

His cheeks flushed yet again. Were you making fun of him or genuinely curious? He frowned deeply trying to make sense of what the fuck was happening before unconsciously saying, “uh… yeah.”

Your smile turned affectionate as you released his chin, leaning back on the bed again. To him, it was almost endearing how comfortable you felt being this naked and vulnerable around him. The only time he’d seen a naked woman was in porn and this… this was already leaps and bounds above porn because it was you. He felt himself twitch in his pants as he watched your legs casually fall open again and your hand glide between them. He watched intently as your fingers grazed up your thigh before slowly circling your clit. It’s like his eyes were glued to you, unable to even blink at the risk of missing a moment of you touching yourself whilst watching him.

“You wanna touch me?” You asked him, sighing a little as your fingertip rubbed over your already sensitive nub.

“I haven’t… I’ve never….” Again, he couldn’t seem to form a coherent sentence, completely captivated watching you work over yourself.

“I’ll teach you.”

This caught his attention and he looked up at your face, his expression an almost amusing combination of aroused and slightly sceptical.

“Why?“

“Been thinking about you a lot.” You said casually, fingers still running over your cunt. “You probably caught on to the fact I was saying your name whilst I was touching myself when you oh so rudely came barging in here.”

Ethan swallowed again, feeling a little embarrassed.

“Just.. fuck… come here.” You were beginning to grow impatient. You’ve wanted this, wanted him for far too long. You felt an overwhelming need to teach him, guide him through it all. You needed to feel him and show him what to do.

He inched a little closer before you removed your fingers from yourself, taking his hand and pulling him between your legs. “You want to start off by fingering me, or eating me?”

His eyes didn’t move from your soaked cunt. He felt a compulsion to do whatever you said, so with a sudden burst of enthusiasm he asked, “can I taste you?”

You smiled down at him, running a hand up his cheek and into his hair, gripping his thick brown curls between your fingers.

“Of course you can,” you said softly. “You want me to talk you through it or- oh fuck!”

You let out a small gasp as you felt his tentative tongue run up your slit curiously, gently lapping at the juices that already leaked during your little solo session. At the taste, he grew more eager, exploring your cunt with his tongue as his arms hooked under your thighs to pull you closer to his face. His sweet inexperience and innocent excitement made you groan, head falling back against your pillow as you bucked your hips, pushing your pussy against his hot, wet mouth.

“To the left a little- up a little-“ you whispered out small instructions to which he eagerly listened to before his mouth finally latched onto your clit, feeling the tip of his tongue press against it curiously. “Oh, god.” You whispered, eyes rolling back as you felt him lap at your clit with his tongue with an excited eagerness.

“Such a quick learner.” You cooed to him, lifting your head to look down at him. Just as you wanted to see, he was looking up at you whilst he ate your pussy, brown eyes wide and needy. Your grip on his curls tightened as you slowly started to grind your cunt from his lips to his nose, his tongue moving along with your hips before he made the decision to plunge it into your soaked hole, halting your grinding motions and letting out a surprised but satisfied moan as he did. His long, silky tongue explored the inside of your pussy and his nose bumped against your swollen clit as he hungrily licked and sucked.

“Fuck,” you couldn’t help but groan, eagerly pushing yourself down on his tongue. For a first timer especially, he was good at this. A little hesitant and out of sync but nothing that wouldn’t improve with a little practice. But just the fact it was Ethan, the guy you’d been fantasising about for weeks now, was the one with his head tucked between your legs was driving you crazy. “You’re such a good boy, aren’t you? Eating my cunt like it’s the best fucking thing you ever tasted.” Ethan nodded eagerly, a mumble was muffled by your pussy as he delved in even deeper, his tongue swiping at your pulsing walls causing his nose to press against your clit harder, rubbing against it with every movement of his head and mouth.

Your head fell back again, not caring who could hear you anymore as Ethan lapped greedily at the juices spilling out of your cunt, eyes still watching you as you felt the coil snap in your stomach and began to cum on his tongue. His eyes widened a little as he felt the juices flow across his tongue but he licked and sucked in every last drop as you rode out your high on his face, moaning out, “such a good boy, such a good boy,” over and over again until you finished.

Your legs were shaking, cunt twitching as you very gently pulled his head up from between your legs, smiling at him with an almost weak satisfaction. He had never looked prettier, chocolate brown curls a wreck, plump lips swollen and his chin soaked and dripping with your juices. He looked happy, practically content and his eyes were almost half closed. He was 100 percent pussy drunk.

“Was that okay?“ His voice sounded a little cautious and out of breath and you laughed a little, nodding your head.

“More than okay, E.” You said softly, swiping your thumb across his swollen bottom lip before pulling his face to yours, taking him a little by surprise as you kissed him for the first time, moaning into his mouth a little as you tasted yourself on his tongue and lips. “Next-“ you said, pulling away from his mouth and laughing lightly as he almost pouted as you did so “-I’m going to show you how good it feels to get your pretty cock sucked.” You said, hands sliding down his torso and reaching for the strained button of his jeans.

Part 2

[saturnaous]

hohenheim is such a fucking loser. why’s he sopping wet all the time. why do you look like that.

[m0e-ru]

draw souyo. please

yeas boss 🫡

[waldau-archived]

hello!! big fan here! i think you’re super talented and cool 🫶🏼 can i perhaps request a friends to lovers thing for vernon? do you think he’d be the first one to break and confess or would it be you? if it’s the latter, how does he react? any thoughts on this would be fine really, even if you don’t want to make it into a full fledged story. just love talking about and thinking about vernon.

darling anon i think you broke my brain because i've never written so much in a single day (also thank you so much!!! <3). i love vernon and i've kind of been in a vernon spiral myself recently. i hope you like this :)

chroma — chwe hansol | 2,520 words | fluff

chroma (noun) — the purity of a colour, or its freedom from white or grey. reader and vernon are best friends who SCREAM become lovers. briefly ft dokyeom.

gender neutral reader. warnings: none.

at first glance, you and vernon are opposites.

not exactly grumpy and sunshine opposites, but if you're both the same colour, you're a shade or two brighter than him. which means that you're similar with different energy levels, and honestly? you love your dynamic.

your friends notice that outside of the group, you're the one he's the closest to — so it only makes sense that he's also the one you're the closest to.

he's always near you whenever you're hanging out with your friends — whether you're sitting right next to each other or across the room, he meets your eyes from time to time, if only to check in on you, or to allude to an inside joke when someone speaks.

(you have way too many inside jokes; an unhealthy amount, even.)

he always makes it a point to drop you home. always. unless your other friends are around, in which case he won't rest till you send him a text saying you got home safely. or you crash at each other's places for the night if you're too tired.

you always look forward to whenever he gets random bursts of energy and proceeds to tell you about stuff he finds interesting. but you also use him as a pillow when he becomes extremely quiet, and honestly? it's pretty easy to co-exist with vernon regardless of the silence or the lack of it, because you always match his energy.

he sends you pictures of whatever he thinks you'll like, whether it's a meme or a sunset, but sometimes he sends you stuff he likes — like a cool monument he saw in new york or his cat or a picture of two snails on the side of the road with the caption "us?"

seriously, opening his texts is like a wild card (in a good way).

he always makes it a point to drop you home. always. unless your other friends are around, in which case he won't rest till you send him a text saying you got home safely.

you're slightly more affectionate than him, which is something he doesn't mind.

he's not the first to initiate hugs, but you can trust that he's always going to find your hand for a high five or a fist bump or a quick side hug.

if you're sitting together on the couch listening to music or watching something on the television, he lets you loop your arm through his like it's something you do every day (which it most definitely is).

vernon wasn't very physical in the beginning of your friendship, but now you're used to a light brush of his hand against yours, your shoulders bumping for a second or two, a poke to your cheek — just your things.

now the thing is this: you have a crush on vernon. a huge crush that doesn't seem to be going away any time soon.

"i knew it!" dokyeom says shrilly, and you wince. you love him, but you're not sure if he's capable of keeping your secret.

"was it that obvious?"

"of course it was! i've seen the way you look at him. like he's the funniest guy in the room, even if he's not. or like he's the hottest guy in the room. which he—"

"—is," you finish, and bite your tongue. dokyeom doesn't need to know exactly how in deep you are.

dokyeom shakes his head. "i can't believe he doesn't know."

"kyeom, if you tell him, i swear—"

"i won't! i kind of want to see how long it takes for him to realize."

"i don't think he will," you say, looking over to where vernon is sitting on the couch and arguing with seungkwan and seungcheol about the best movie from 2008.

"how do you know that?"

you shrug. "i've tried dropping subtle hints. he's just...oblivious."

dokyeom follows your gaze and sighs. "he really is. but if you ask me," he says, turning to raise an eyebrow. "this really could go somewhere."

every year, you spend valentine's day together.

it started as a joke the first time — vernon's date somehow cancelled on him at the last moment, and he showed up to your place with a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates.

you thought your heart was going to fall out of your body, but he sheepishly explained he didn't know where else to go, or who else to give them to.

it turned into a rant about how he didn't believe in or care about the holiday anymore.

but now it's your tradition to enjoy each other's company rolling your eyes and booing at cheesy movies.

(you wish they'd come to life, specifically with vernon, but he doesn't have to know.)

he isn't the best at comforting you with words. you learned that a long time ago and know it well even now. yet he's the first person you turn to when something's wrong.

you're wrapped in a blanket on vernon's sofa, a hot mug of cocoa in front of you next to a bowl of snacks, but your mind isn't on any of them. why, you think. why, why, why me. you feel terrible for the space you're occupying, even though you've curled up into a ball.

"hey," vernon says from above you, and the next thing you know, you're pulled into him. "i don't know what to say to make it better, and...i don't know what else i can do, but tell me, okay?"

you nod.

"i'm sorry."

you stop crying at that, trying to blink away your tears but failing. "why?"

"he was a dick, and you never deserved someone so shitty."

you try to inhale, but it's shaky. "i'm just...so tired," you say, resting your head on his shoulder. "i don't know why i keep attracting idiots like him. and i hate that you always have to see me like this."

"like this?"

"in pieces. crying. whatever."

"you're not in pieces," vernon says, running his hand over your back. "you're sad. it happens. and i don't mind being here, okay? i'm always here. sorry."

you snort. "you've apologized more to me than he's ever done at this point."

"now you know who to keep around longer," vernon smiles.

you wonder if vernon's aware of the things he does. he talks to you like there's no one else he'd rather be with at the moment. he bends down to meet your eyes when you're talking about something, and you're amazed he hasn't noticed you short-circuiting in the middle of your sentences more than a few times now. he finds the most random things to give you every now and then.

"huh?"

"pebble. reminded me of pou."

"pou? vernon, that was so long ago!"

"do you want me to skip this rock?"

"no, wait—"

fights with him aren't really fights, because one of you always caves in and has to make up.

"your neck's going to hurt," you hear vernon say softly, probably trying not to wake you up. but you weren't really asleep in the first place.

"why do you care?" you grumble, sitting up straight and wincing when your neck does, in fact, hurt.

"i don't hate you just because we had a fight," he says, pulling you down to rest your head on his chest. "sore necks suck."

you chew on your cheek for a while, not wanting to say the words you know are inevitable. "fighting with you sucks, too."

he says nothing; just hugs you tighter.

you're surprised at how well you've adapted to vernon going out on dates.

it wasn't easy, you'll admit. at first it felt like your heart was being ripped out of your chest while also being crushed, but now it's okay (maybe because he hasn't been dating as much recently — you can't remember the last one he even went on).

you're nothing if not a supportive best friend, so you're okay with the few times his dates go well enough to tell you about.

you teasingly tell him not to give you too many details, but you wonder if he knows why you really ask that of him.

both of you act like a married couple, according to your friends. it made you blush at first, but there's no point reacting to it anymore because it's just not true. vernon doesn't like you the way you like him, and the way you're affectionate with each other is...hard to explain. just friends, you say, even though you wish you were more.

"you're dishgushting," dokyeom says, mouth stuffed full of pizza while he pours himself some coke.

you give him a look. "you or me?"

dokyeom nods, chewing aggressively before swallowing his bite. "you. and vernon. can't stop giving each other those eyes all the time. makes me sick."

"...eyes?"

"like you need a room or something. like there's no one else in here with you guys."

"we don't do that, kyeom."

he snorts inelegantly. "ask anyone. you're lucky jeonghan hasn't snitched on you yet."

and maybe, just maybe, vernon treats you somewhat differently than he treats his friends.

you always get the first bite of his food, always listen to new vinyls he gets on the weekends, sprawled out on the floor and letting the music seep into your skin, always get to steal his hoodies whenever you're cold — you can't think of any other friend of his who gets the same treatment.

but that's just best friend privilege.

at least that's what you tell yourself.

after vernon comes back from his latest tour, he becomes more touchy with you — resting a hand on your thigh, tracing the shell of your ear, linking pinkies with you.

maybe it's just his way of reconnecting with you after being away for so long.

but doesn't he realize what he's doing to your heart?

probably not, you think, when he wraps his arms around your waist one morning when you're in front of his vinyl collection, trying to pick something you think you'll like.

"sol?" you ask, patting his hands before resuming browsing through his shelf.

"hey."

"what's up?"

"tired."

"shouldn't you be in bed, then?"

"you weren't there."

you pause, the magdalene vinyl in your hand threatening to fall before you place it back. "i'm never there."

"wanna change that?"

"what?"

"what."

you think it's some silly pick-up line he's trying to test on you, so you gently push him back to his bedroom, threatening to leave his home if he doesn't sleep for a few more hours.

but it doesn't end there.

those pick-up lines pop up in the most unexpected places, with the most unexpected company. you shake your head and laugh them off, but you wonder why he's behaving like this.

there's one possible explanation for it, but you're not going to let yourself walk down that path. not unless he does it first.

vernon's quiet on the walk back to your car from the supermarket, half your groceries with you and the other half with him. he doesn't say anything when you point out his shoelace is untied, or his hair is sticking up a bit weirdly for his liking, or even the fact that there's a cat sitting right next to your car before it skitters away a few seconds later.

you're not worried. vernon does have those moments where he zones out so hard no one can get him back for a while, and this seems to be one of them.

"i love you," he finally says.

your hand fumbles with the grip of your bag. not cool, not when there's a couple of glass jars in there. there's going to be nothing cute to put the cookies in if you break them now.

"i love you too?" you offer, because it's not uncommon for you to say it to each other. it's just that vernon's never brought it up unprompted before.

"no. not how you think."

not how you think? how...

oh.

you can only stare at vernon, mind running a million miles an hour while he refuses to look at you, suddenly finding interest in that untied shoelace.

"love me love me?"

he nods, almost imperceptible if you weren't looking for it. it gives you a sudden boost of courage, of happiness, of everything good. you weren't wrong, after all. you put the rest of the groceries in the trunk and turn to face him.

you've seen this sight hundreds of times before — vernon with his messy hair, in this very hoodie with jam stains on the left sleeve, and those brown eyes that light up from the inside when the sun hits them just the right way and make him look like the most handsome man in the world — but it's like you've been seeing the world, even vernon, in monochrome till he said those words.

chroma.

"oi," you say, grabbing his face in your hands. "sol."

he just blinks.

"are you sure? absolutely sure?"

"yeah," he says, voice a bit rougher than usual, and you see yourself in his eyes for a moment. "i am. but i'm sor—"

you shut him up with a quick peck to his lips, uncaring of who might be seeing you right now. you know you're going to be embarrassed about it, squeal about it to dokyeom, bury your face in your pillow and question if any of it was real, but right now, it doesn't matter.

you've shocked vernon, for once. it feels good. he's staring at you with his mouth open, hands clutching your wrists like there's no tomorrow.

"you're not the only one," you explain, all bravado fizzling out when his full focus lands only on you.

"oh? yeah?" he asks, pulling you closer.

"mm."

he rubs his thumb across one of your wrists. "do you have eggs?"

"...what?" back to regularly scheduled programming, then. trust vernon not to make it weird.

"eggs. or ice cream. anything that needs the fridge. because i want to take you out on a date right now."

some things change: vernon becomes your boyfriend. you move in together a few months later. it's not the first time you've met his mother, but you're still nervous.

but the best thing of all is that he's yours now.

he even tells you how he realized he loved you back.

"i just...remembered you arguing with me about whether penne or fusilli was better, and my only thought was, i want this with you. for however long i could have it. i think i just loved you for so long, but...i didn't realize it was that love. i finally understood why kyeom-hyung kept telling me to get my shit together."

"sol—"

"no one knows me like you do and i don't want anyone else to. yeah."

"sol, babe, i was just asking if you want me to take out the trash."

"you...oh," he says, grinning in that shy way he does. "thought you asked me if i wanted you. but hey, if i'm trash for you, you're legally obligated to take me out, right?"

i've never put pictures before but he's SO boyfriend material, look at him

taglist: @bookyeom @wootify @strnsvt @cloudycaramel @thepoopdokyeomtouched @minnieminshi

[achillean-knight]

LETS GO BLACK AND WHITE PAINTING WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[kiyomisworld]

twooowabajiyy…. towobjttrmayhhhrewwwssss…. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[tubbytarchia]

You guys should give me Pokemon to draw from memory. I think it'd be funny

[serqphites]

CASSIE HOWARD WHO JUST WANTS TO BE WANTED!!!

SHE WANTS YOU OBSESSED, PHYSICALLY, MENTALLY, EMOTIONALLY, SHE WANTS YOU HERS

Cassie Howard with her big ass watery eyes being like “it’s just me right? You just want me? :(“

Cassie Howard making a home in your bed, a hole in your wardrobe, and a space in your heart just cause she can

CASSIE HOWARD FIGHTING (and losing, my poor bby can’t defend herself for shit😭) OVER YOU

THIS THIS THIS. poor girl just wants you to worship the ground she walks on, is that too much to ask?

cassie doesn’t want to spend a waking minute without you. actually no fuck that, she just doesn’t want to spend any amount of time away from you. she’s always at your house, nuzzling under your covers and leaving the most oddly adorable permanent dent in your mattress. before you know it her stuff is crowding your closet, your piles of clothes blending into one.

you’ve been giving this girl in your class a little too much attention recently (you’ve literally been partnered for a project and don’t have a choice). cassie fucking hates it, you’re hers and hers only. right?

cue those big blue puppy dog eyes you can’t help but love, her face in her hands as she sobs to you about your “new girlfriend.”

after many snuggles and hours of reassurance, she finally begins to feel better before bless her, her rage kicks in.

the next day at school, you receive a text from cassie mid class.

come to the bathroom pls baby i need you :(

ditching class without a second thought, you’re there in an instant. your eyes sadden upon seeing her beaten and bloody face as she stands staring back at herself in the mirror, eyes puffy as red tears stain her shirt.

“oh baby” your voice is gentle as you step closer to her, cassie instantly rushing into your arms and practically caving herself into you. who cares if your favourite shirt is now ruined? it’s all worth it for cassie, the girl you’d die for if she asked you to. but cassie wouldn’t, all she ever wants from you is you.

[doodles-in-sand]

we know the drill, outta requests means self indulgence time :) shidou and kazui this time! B6 for both + different palettes

as you can see at the top. I Need To Make Them Cry.jpeg

[bitternace]

WHY ARE YOU SO EVIL!!! /POS. ATTACKING YOU.

Xemnas and Xigbar for 37 if that number hasn't been done? If it has, how about 74?

no puedo pedirle lo eterno a un simple mortal // ay, todo lo que he hecho por ti.

[ID: a mostly black and white drawing with a purple overlay of xigbar and xemnas shown from the hip up on the left side of the image. the background is black and has some diagonal lines with a bit of transparency on the right side. the shadows are harsh, with only a bit of light falling on their faces.

they stand before each other turned to the audience. xigbar, holds the handle and the middle of No Name before him, head tilted down as he looks to the audience. xemnas stands a full head taller behind xigbar, his left hand held some distance below the bladed tip of No Name, his left eye is covered by his fringe.

xemnas visible eye is painted ochre with a white pupil, while xigbar's eye is white and gold. The eyes on no name's handle and the gazing eye on the blade are a vibrant cyan. the caption reads the spanish lyrics "i can't ask a simple mortal for a forever" and "oh, everything i've done for you." /End ID.]

close-up under keep reading.

[biblicallyaccurateandrogynoussex]

Decided to do some doodles of @ask-liam-p's au because I'm incredibly normal about it. Also sodanailpack because sodanailpack is peak

[seasonal-writes]

soft sappy romantic college AU ranchers at the end of a long day. that is all <3

so uh. remember how i said i'd do these requests? how i said they'd help me get back into writing and such? well! um! don't mind that that was. months ago. anyway, here is a very short little drabble from College AU, which i made a while back with the asker above, my good buddy theo! i haven't talked about it much on here but for some context if everyone else is interested: uh imagine ranchers but they are semi-secretly seeing each other and tango has to climb into jimmy's bedroom window to see him most nights. that's all you really need to know. :) i just wanted a lil bit of fluff tonight and this called to me, so thank you for the request, theo! sorry it took me so long. <3 hopefully this is okay, haha.

As soon as Tango hops into the bedroom, Jimmy can tell it has not been a good day.  Maybe it’s the paleness of his face that is usually more flushed, or the curl of his brow in the focus on pulling the window closed, but he looks.. spent. 

Jimmy turns away from the bright screen of his laptop, the habitual smile of a familiar entrance a little less bright once Tango looks at him. 

“Hey,” he says.

Tango’s blond hair is a mess, the parts usually slicked back now loose and dangling across his forehead. His eyes look dim, mouth drawn down in a perpetually grumpy expression. 

“Hi,” Jimmy says softly, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m alright," Tango says, rather un-convincingly, with how his voice is so flat and almost lifeless. He crouches down, unfastening the laces on his boots, as he usually does. It makes Jimmy feel excited, that small guarantee in simply removing his shoes that Tango will be there for more than just a brief visit. Though, the excitement is run over by a wave of worry.

“Pardon me if that doesn’t feel very convincing,” Jimmy says, smiling just a little, “Y’don’t really look alright..” 

Halfway through unlacing his other boot, Tango’s hands go limp as he deeply sighs. He doesn’t look at Jimmy, eyes falling shut for just a second, as if the very action tires him. 

“Just been a long day,” he says, “Tired.” 

Jimmy’s mouth twitches with a frown, already feeling his heart ache at Tango’s worn expression. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,” Tango says firmly, standing up once he’s done. He kicks off his boots and moves further into the room, socked feet padding against the creaky wooden floor. 

While Jimmy thinks to push, he knows better. His eyes follow Tango across the room, just as he sits at the edge of the bed. 

“You- You didn’t have to come by tonight, if you wanted to just go home,” Jimmy says, suddenly feeling an odd wave of guilt, “I really don’t mind.” 

“We planned to meet up,” Tango hums with a shrug, “You still wanted to hang out, right?”

“Well, always. But y’know-”

“Jimmy, it’s fine,” Tango grunts, “I wanted to see you. Like I said, I’m just a little worn out, okay?”

Tango’s eyes focus down at his hands in his lap, which wring and rub at each other. Jimmy stands from his chair immediately, wandering over. One hand finds Tango’s forearm, while the other gently pushes its way between Tango’s hands and curls into an oddly executed clasp. He can feel how Tango’s hand twitches a bit before relaxing, clearly not expecting it. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk? I’m all ears, you know,” Jimmy says. 

Jimmy offers a smile, despite knowing Tango won’t really look at him. There looks to be consideration from Tango for a moment, but he just shakes his head. 

“Alright. That’s fair,” Jimmy hums, giving Tango a gentle squeeze of the hand, “What can I do? Anything?” 

Tango looks up at him, finally. He reaches his free hand up, knocking it free of Jimmy’s grip on his forearm and pokes at Jimmy’s chin. He brushes his calloused thumb across the stubble there, soft scratching noises coming off it. It shifts from chin strokes, to holding the side of his face, to that same thumb brushing over his cheekbone. Jimmy can’t help it when he giggles a little. 

“Seriously, love, what can I do for you?” he asks softly. 

There are quiet mumbles of something under Tango’s breath, who pulls at Jimmy’s hand. Taking the hint, Jimmy stands up, allowing his wrist to be yanked while Tango moves further onto Jimmy’s bed. 

Jimmy cocks an eyebrow, especially as Tango lets go and adjusts himself a bit, arms now outstretched to Jimmy. It takes a moment and in a rather intelligent move, Jimmy points to himself. 

“Yes, you,” Tango says. 

“You want me?” Jimmy asks, a little shocked, and partially amused. 

“No, I just want to sit here with my arms out,” Tango says sarcastically, then does a small grabby motion with his hands, “Come on, less talk-y, more crush-y.” 

With a snort, Jimmy crawls onto his bed. A little awkwardly, he slips into the space between Tango’s arms, wrapping his own around the thin waist in a tight embrace. The two tip back, momentum taking them and flopping into the cushy comforter underneath. Jimmy makes an oof noise, now enveloped in a very pleasant warmth. He feels Tango wrap his legs around his waist, squeezing, and everything in Jimmy feels like it comes to life. He will admit, in the fairly short time they’d been together, he still wasn’t used to this. Jimmy still worries of being too stiff, or causing damage, or just not doing this.. correctly.

But Tango stares up at him, lips parted as a long breath escapes. There is a sense of melting underneath Jimmy, with how Tango’s once tense body now relaxes beneath his weight. 

Okay, maybe he was nervous, but he likes how that feels. 

“Better?” Jimmy says quietly.

“Yeah. Better,” Tango says, “Been waitin’ for this all day.”

Jimmy feels his stomach flutter. “You- really?”

“Mhmm,” Tango hums, his free hands grabbing at Jimmy’s face and holding him gently. He smiles big now, tired eyes looking even more sleepy, but in a much nicer way than before. 

“..Oh.” 

Feeling a bit flustered, Jimmy’s face heats up. 

“What? Never been told someone wants to get under you before?” Tango asks, a once sweet expression turning to something a bit more cheeky— and if steam could shoot out of his ears like a hot kettle, Jimmy is sure it would. He drops his face, averting his gaze.

“Why did you have to say it like that?” he asks. 

Tango bursts into laughter, shaking entirely underneath him. 

“Because you look so scared,” Tango coos, “Loosen up.” 

“You’re the one who’s had a long day,” Jimmy retorts, “You should be the one relaxing.”

“I’d relax much easier if I wasn’t lying underneath a literal plywood board. Come on, Angel, lean on me.”

Jimmy looks at him, wrinkles his nose, and nods. His back muscles, a little more tense than he thought, slowly disengage. More and more parts of their torsos, their hips, their chests, all press against one another. The warmth gets more intense. They sink further into each other and Jimmy tries hard to take a deep breath. It feels so close, their chins bumping into each other, which prompts quiet chuckles and a mumbled apology. When there are no sudden cries of pain, no demands for him to get away, Jimmy’s odd breathing pattern begins to even out. 

Okay, Tango was right—it did feel much nicer. The two lay in a warm, cozy heap, only the distant sound of a late spring breeze in tune with their own gentle breathing to be heard. His room is dark, only the yellow-y desk light on Jimmy’s desk illuminating their faces in a soft outline.

“There we are,” Tango whispers, “See?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jimmy says, still flushed, “I know, you were right.” 

“Always,” Tango says, “And this is perfect, you know why?”

“Why?”

Suddenly, and rather overwhelmingly, Tango leans his face unbearably close. Jimmy nearly lurches back, but Tango’s arms wrapped around his neck makes it a little difficult. 

“Because I can reach you much better now,” Tango whispers. 

He then reaches up, pulling Jimmy into a slow kiss. A surprised hum escapes Jimmy, but he does not falter, instead taking the kiss into stride. It’s brief but so sweet, Tango coming out of it with a big grin. Unable to help it, Jimmy laughs, voice now a little squeaky and raspy. 

“Was that your plan the whole time?” he asks. 

“Mm.. maybe,” Tango says, shrugging lightly, “It was just too easy. Had to go for it.”

“Of course, there were just no other options,” Jimmy teases, rolling his eyes playfully. 

“Are you saying you’d prefer I didn’t do that?” 

Suddenly feeling very serious, Jimmy rapidly shakes his head. 

“No! No, no, not at all,” Jimmy rattles off, “Nope. It’s great, Tango, I like this option.”

“Mhm. That’s what I thought."

[d0d0-b0i]

the people have spoken <3

[chi-icha]

maybe… playing with Kazuha’s hair? 🥺

Love your writing style <3

coming right up! also tysm 🫶🏻

soft breezes passing through, the ocean waving as the ship passes, sailors and of course the shouting of orders by Captain Beidou, those sounds remain but the only thing the two lovers in the cabin could hear were their own heartbeats syncing together and the sound of Kazuha’s lovely voice.

“your fingers are so gentle, even the wildest Rishboland tiger would melt at your touch.” Kazuha mused with a soft smile, obediently facing his back to you as you slowly brush his hair after getting wet for some reason. as always, the man’s words were like flowers, and his voice sounds like a gentle breeze.

his words make your cheeks a bit red, but you remain smiling at him from behind and a bit thankful he couldn’t see you right now. else he’ll compliment that smile without stopping..

“oh, how many times have I heard that, Kazuha?” you reply with a playful chuckle, your fingers grazing lightly on his cheeks to get all his hair back and you can catch a glimpse of how his cheeks get slightly redder from your touch, which was absolutely adorable.

your soft fingers guiding the brush through his hair makes him give a soft sigh of pleasure, your fingers grazing his scalp making him tremble slightly. his cheeks were coated in a soft pink, his hands placed on his lap as he remains obedient to your touch.

“have you kept count?” a soft sigh leaves his lips as your fingers gently bury itself in his hair, pleasurable tingles running through his body at how gentle your fingers worked on his scalp. by then, the brush was long gone, now replaced by your fingers.

“three times this week.”

his eyes widen slightly and a nervous chuckle is heard. well, he wasn’t expecting you to actually keep count.

gently grabbing all his hair and leaving some for his bangs, you slowly tie his hair up, fingers working gently enough for Kazuha to lean into your touch and smile affectionately.

his heart beats so fast, almost trying to beat out of his chest from how good your fingers make him feel. he didn’t know why it felt so good when you play with his hair or even just tie it for him. maybe it’s you who’s doing it, and any touch from you is welcome.

[mrsaltieri-real]

Hi! I was wondering if I could request a Mickey Altieri x Reader fic where the reader is his girlfriend and at the finale Mrs. Loomis shoots the reader and Mickey goes absolutely nuts. You chose the ending :)

Oh my god I loveeeeee this! Absolutely!

I have a really long (like 5k words) Mickey fic I’ll be posting asap but I saw this request an absolutely had to do it, such a good idea!

I got excited and wrote it fairly quickly but I hope you still love it!!

Til’ Death (Mickey Altieri x Fem!Reader)

Warning/s: language, blood, gore, character death (reader dies whoops), betrayal, pure angst. There’s nothing happy here) etc.

I changed a lot from the ending of Scream 2 to make this work. Hope you enjoy!

“Told you I had a partner, Sid,” he looked almost unrecognisable to her as he spoke, teeth glinting menacingly in the bright light. Gone was the quirky, funny guy she’d let herself become friends with. It was almost as though he was a completely different person. The person that had killed Derek, killed Hallie. Killed all of those innocent people, “surprise cameo just for you.”

Sidney let out a small whimper as she heard the stage door behind her open and Gale stumbled in, looking completely stunned.

“Gale.” Sidney said, feeling the anger inside of her begin to bubble. But Gale shook her head, eyes flickering to Mickey as the door opened again and the second killer walked through the doors, a gun in one hand and your hair gripped between her bony fingers in the other, dragging you beside her.

Mickey’s gleeful expression faltered as he took you in. Your eyes met his and you let out a small gasp of horror, physically trying to recoil away before the woman sharply tugged you forward causing a small yelp to fall through your lips as she practically threw you beside Gale who quickly took your arm, helping you regain your balance. Your eyes seemed to be glued to Mickey’s ruined face, looking as though he was surprised to see you come through those doors. He looked almost unrecognisable, a bleeding gash on his forehead and a bright red slash from just above his eyebrow down to his cheek.

“Mickey?” You whispered in disbelief.

Mickey didn’t speak, but his mouth opened and closed as though he were trying but just couldn’t find his voice.

“Mrs Loomis?” Sidney said, voice laced with confusion.

“What?” Gale whispered, turning around to look at the woman. “Billy’s mother? That’s not possible, I’ve seen pictures.”

You were too focused on Mickey to listen to the three of them, tears welling in your eyes as realisation seemed to hit you over and over again, feeling like a repetitive kick to the gut. Your boyfriend, your Mickey, was the killer.

Mickey hadn’t moved since Nancy had dragged you through the door but now his eyes shifted agonisingly from you and moved to her. The way he looked at her was something you’d never seen before. Pure, unfiltered rage and disgust.

“Nancy,” he suddenly growled from between his teeth, tearing her away from her monologue. The woman’s eyes flitted to Mickey and she tilted her head at him. “I told you she isn’t part of it.”

“Oh, Mickey,” Nancy tutted, shaking her head, “you knew this had to be done. You just did. It’s not like you really cared about her, I mean, just tell her your motive for god's sake.” The woman laughed, stepping forward again so she was right in front of you. Gale instinctively took a step back so she was beside Sidney and Mickey had slowly moved closer, still a fair distance behind the women as his eyes never left Nancy as she moved, finger hovering over the trigger of his gun so he was ready just in case. “You want to tell her or shall I?”

Mickey ground his teeth together, trying not to lose his temper. He needed to time this right. He could give less of a fuck about Sidney or Gale but you… he needed you.

It had started out as you simply being a pawn in the game to get close to Sidney but much to his own surprise, he’d really fallen for you. There was something about you, the way you spoke to him and touched him as though he was the only man in the world for you, with so much undiluted affection it made his head spin. It had killed him to keep this a secret from you but he knew that when he succeeded in his trial, not only would he be famous but you would be too. He wanted you to be there with him, walking out of there a free man. He got the fame, he got the girl. But in the meantime, he couldn’t risk you getting spooked and running away to tell anybody.

“Nancy.” Mickey's voice was ice cold and menacing, eyes flickering down to you and back to her. “She has nothing to do with this.” He repeated, his tone even harder than before.

“She has everything to do with this.” Nancy snapped, making you jump and step back. You felt Sidney’s comforting hand touch your back and you glanced around at her. She looked anxious, but it wasn’t for herself. It was for you.

“This girl,” she spat the word as if just saying it disgusted her down to her very core as she looked you up and down, “was nothing more than a distraction. You could’ve been so much better, Mickey. She held you back from reaching your full potential and you know it.”

Mickey scoffed at her before looking down at you.

“Baby?”

You turned to look at him, shaking your head. “Why?” You whispered, taking a small, hesitant step toward him. “Why would you do this to her?”

Mickey’s eyes flickered from you, to Sidney and back to you.

“Mickey isn’t who you thought he was.” Nancy spoke up, trying to get your attention but your eyes didn’t move from Mickey as she spoke. “There’s only an estimated 97 active serial killers in the country today, so Mickey here was quite a find. He just needed a little guidance and nurturing ....”

“As only a mother can do.” Sidney finished, expression unreadable.

“None of that matters now.” Mickey snapped suddenly, dragging everyone’s attention back to him. “You crossed a line by getting her involved, Nancy.” Mickey looked pointedly at you and back to her, moving forward a few more steps. “That was my one fucking condition and what do you do? You fuck me over? Me?” Mickey’s voice slowly raised until he was practically screaming at Nancy but she remained unphased, looking at him with an expression that seemed almost amused.

“Oh, Mickey.” Nancy sighed, shaking her head as if what she was about to say saddened her. “If only you left the poor girl alone then I wouldn’t have had to do this. You really only have yourself to blame.”

You heard a deafening bang and then a scream that didn’t come from you but from one of the girls beside you and for a brief second, you were confused as to why everyone was looking at you, Sidney and Gale in horror and Nancy with an almost cocky indifference as you heard a blood curdling scream coming from Mickey’s direction.

Then you felt it.

You let out a small, wheezing gasp as your hands clutched your torso, looking down at the thick scarlett blood seeping out from between your fingers and staining the ground beneath you. The pain was excruciating, like somebody had reached inside of you and cut open your lung with a thousand razor blades. You felt your knees buckle as you let out a cough, blood spraying out of your mouth as you crumpled to the ground, still clutching your stomach.

Mickey was across the stage before Nancy could even look up from you, grabbing her by the throat and slamming her into one of the prop pillars. Your eyes were blurry as you felt a Sidney drop to her knees beside you, Gale close behind her and you heard a sob fall from your best friend's lips as her hands pressed over yours, trying to keep pressure on your gushing wound. The metallic smell filled your nose and you let out a small whimper, your other hand reaching to clasp over Sidney’s.

“I- I’m sorry, S-Sid.” You whispered, choking over your words as blood filled your mouth. Sidney shook her head at you, tears spilling down her face. “It’s not your fault.” She assured you, free hand smoothing over your clammy forehead.

Your eyes dragged to the sound of choking, and you watched with unfocused eyes as Mickey held Mrs Loomis by her throat, the gun in her hand falling to the floor as she gasped and struggled, trying to pry Mickey’s strong hands off of her, but her strength was nothing compared to his. The white hot rage fueled him on as he dropped her to the ground, reaching for the knife in his belt and straddling her before she could attempt to scramble away, snarling like some kind of sadistic monster as he brought the blade down to her throat, stabbing her relentlessly over and over again until you heard a gargle and a burst of air escaping the woman’s mouth.

Sidney looked at you desperately and you knew what she was wordlessly asking. You nodded weakly, eyes flickering to Nancy Loomis’ discarded gun a mere couple of feet away. Sidney glanced at Gale, giving her a small nod and Gale moved quietly toward the gun, trying to prevent Mickey from seeing her.

You felt your eyes flutter a little as you coughed again, feeling the blood dribbling down your face. It didn’t hurt anymore. A numb black cloud seemed to have taken over your entire body. You welcomed the darkness, knowing on the other side there’d be no pain, no Ghostface, no betrayal.

No Mickey.