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brian-bloody-may · 4 years ago

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hi, love!! may i please request something with bri? enemies to lovers would be spectacular, but anything fluffy on your mind will do!! thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺

Hi! You’re my first ask :D I absolutely adore the enemies to lovers trope, though I’ve never actually written a fic using it! It's a little different however than the usual trope so keep that in mind. I accidentally ended up writing more than 4,000 words for this one (I was aiming at making it less than 2000 words jfsljgalk) and I think maybe some parts are stupid or don’t make sense, but I think it’s cute at least and it’s fluff and angst so what more can you ask for? Enjoy! Thanks for the prompt!!! I think I’ll call this “A Hard Day’s Night” lol

Slight tw for cursing

You didn’t mean for it to be this way, it just sort of….happened. You liked to think you didn’t have any enemies, I mean, you didn’t talk a lot, you didn’t have a lot of friends and you kept a low profile. You minded your own business, plain and simple. So how you ended up despising your neighbor across the hall from you was truly a shock to yourself.

It’s not like you didn’t have a reason though. Looking back, perhaps you had overreacted but....no, you had a perfectly valid reason. You sigh, you didn’t want to think about it anymore. You shut your eyes and laid back in your bed, and still you couldn’t stop replaying the day’s events over and over in your head.

It was, perhaps, one of the worst days you had had in the past few months. School was piling up, you were behind on no less than 3 assignments, you had an approaching test and you most certainly weren’t prepared. You had bills to pay, groceries to buy unless you wanted to starve. And now, the cherry on top, your mother had called to tell you that your father had been in a bad car accident, and that he was in the hospital with multiple broken bones. The pressure was piling and piling and piling.

So, after the worst week you’ve had in a very long time, all you wanted to do was go back to your shitty apartment and cry. Fate, apparently, had other plans. You entered your building and began walking up the steps. Truthfully, you hadn’t fully noticed the loud voices coming from somewhere farther up in the building, but as you got closer to your floor you realized it was coming from the hallway in front of your room. As you stepped into the hall, you noticed 4 men, 3 of them laughing and joking around, while the other man locked the door behind them preparing to go who knows where. You recognized him as your next door neighbor whom you had never actually spoken to.

The sight of them had only caught you off guard for a second before realizing that, actually, you couldn’t care less who they were or what they were doing, as you only wanted to be in bed. As you walked towards them, all 4 noticed you, you kept your head low. You noticed out of the side of your eye that a blonde one had elbowed another one of the men, before walking towards you slightly with a confident and arrogant attitude that had already begun to piss you off. Then he spoke.

“Hello, gorgeous.” he said.

You heard one of them groan in annoyance, and another, which you realized after was your neighbor, chastise him.

“Roger, please.” he said

“What? I was only being nice”

Through all of this, you kept your head down and you didn’t stop to give him the satisfaction. You would have to walk past them to get to your apartment, so you kept going. Then you heard your neighbor speak once again.

“Oh, hey, I think I left something inside, let me get it.” and he quickly unlocked the door and went in, leaving the other 3 in the hallway. Right before you were about to pass them, the blonde, Roger, once again made a move, moving right in front of your path and leaning against the wall on his elbow in a stupid attempt of looking appealing. His other 2 friends, one with black hair and one with brown hair, both rolled their eyes.

“I’m Roger,” he said with a sly smile, sticking out his hand for you to shake.

��Piss off,” you replied.

The two other men, though they seemed annoyed with his antics, didn’t think to move out of the way to let you through the cramped hallway, so you opted for pushing yourself through forcefully, slightly knocking Roger off his balance.

“Hey!” he yelled, offended. As you went past he put his hand on your shoulder, and in one quick moment of rage, you snapped and turned around.

“Listen to me, asshole. If you ever fucking touch me ever again, you will be so sorry. I’ve dealt with men who love to harass women, I’ve seen it all, and you’re just as bad as them. You do not have the right. So next time you even think about laying a hand on me or any other woman you’ve ever bothered, take a moment to think about what a piece of shit you are.”

In the moment you hadn’t noticed it, but your neighbor had found whatever he had been looking for and was now back outside in the hallway, locking up his apartment again as you went off on his friend. As you finished, you saw the look of shock on all 4 of the men’s faces. Whatever they had been expecting, it wasn’t that. Roger put his arms up in defense.

“Woah, I’m sorry.” he said half apologetically.

You turned on your heels and walked away, not suffering one more second of interaction. You heard your neighbor behind you saying something to them. It registered for a moment that he sounded angry.

You were already looking for your keys in your bag as you approached your door after what seemed like a 5 minute ordeal. In reality, the events from the moment you got to the top of the steps to the moment you reached your door couldn’t have been longer than a minute, but doesn’t anger always make you perceive things differently? You were already fiddling with your keys and were about to unlock your door when you noticed that your neighbor had run up next to you before you got into your room.

“Look, I am so, so sorry for my friend’s behavior. Roger can be....a pain” he said as he rubbed his neck awkwardly.

You merely looked at him, anger still blurring your head.

“Um, if there’s anything I can do, you know, to make up for it, please let me kn-”

And before he could finish, you were walking into your apartment and slamming the door shut in his face. You had no room for niceties, no room for forgiveness at the moment. You turned around and slammed the keys on the kitchen counter. You thought that he might try to knock, or to say something on the other side of the door, but you heard nothing more and forgot about it. Your only mission was to cry like you had never cried before, so you walked to your bedroom, shut the door, and fell face first onto your bed. And then came the tears.

For the next few hours you had gone through a sad and vicious cycle. Cry, wipe your tears away, compose yourself, pick up the book next to your bed to try to move your mind away from your problems, remember your problems, and cry some more. Honestly, it was therapeutic. At some point you knew you wouldn’t be able to bottle your feelings up anymore, and maybe, you thought, this would be a turning point of sorts. Maybe you would be able to get your shit together after the climax of the day. Well, you thought that, and then you began to cry some more.

And so there you sat, crying rather loudly in your apartment, wallowing in self pity. So much so that you almost didn’t hear the knock at your door.

At first you wondered what would happen if you just didn’t answer the door. Whoever was on the other side of it surely couldn’t have been more important than what you had going on at the moment. But, in a quick moment of judgement, you decided to make yourself get up and answer it. You walked to the door, wiping tears and mascara trails alike off of your face, trying to maintain any dignity you had left.

You didn’t bother looking through the peephole before opening the door. There stood your neighbor in front of you. It occurred to you that perhaps you didn’t have a right to be angry at him; after all, it was his friend who had set you off, not him. He had only been in the firing range. But either way, at that moment his was not the face you wanted to see. A new spark of rage began boiling in you, but he began talking before you got the chance to act on it.

“Hello, I-” he began before pausing, taking a look at your face and tilting his head. He undoubtedly noticed your tear stained face, you realized. “Uh, sorry, are you alright, love?” he asked gently.

Perhaps, if you and he had been friends, this question would have sparked a different response in you, but after the day you had had, you didn’t quite feel like unloading all of your angst on to a stranger. Instinctively, you wiped your face with the back of your hand, trying to further wipe away your stained face.

“Yes,” you said swiftly and angrily, “what are you doing here?”

“Uh, well, I just wanted to apologize again for my friend, you see. I just,” he paused and looked down, before looking back up to you again. “I just wanted to make sure you were ok.”

You wanted to be mad. You wanted to be furious at him. He, a complete stranger to you, had no right to check on you. He had no right to ask if you were alright, to invade your privacy. Briefly, however, it crossed your mind that maybe you were being rash and ridiculous. You stood there for a moment, deciding on some sort of response to his question. Then, it hit you like a pound of bricks, and, oh god, you were crying again. In front of your neighbor who you’ve talked to a collective 2 minutes total.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t put this all on you, I’m sorry,” you said, tossing the rest of your dignity out of the window. You rested your head in your hands and tried to stop the flow of tears.

“No, it’s alright, it’s ok love, I-” he stopped, not knowing exactly what to say. He hesitantly put his hand on your shoulder, and you looked up at him, dodging your eyes away every few seconds in a sad attempt of escaping eye contact.

“Listen, and it’s alright if you don’t want to or if it would make you uncomfortable, but uh, well. Would you like to come over to my apartment? I totally get it if that’s not alright, I know we don’t exactly know each other like that, but...you seem like you could use a friend right now.”

You looked around restlessly, your tears slowly coming to a stop as you wiped underneath your eyes once more and exhaling out. You thought about his offer, thought about how on another day, under different circumstances, you might have declined it. But he was right, you could use a friend.

“Okay.” you said. “Let me grab my keys.”

“Al..alright” he replied. He seemed as if he expected you to say no.

You turned back around, grabbed your keyring off the counter, and followed him out of the apartment and towards his own. He let you go in first, and you took a quick look around. It was nice; a little messy perhaps, but it was charming. The walls were littered with various posters and illustrations. One of the posters, you noticed, had 4 people on it whom you recognized. You looked closer and realized it was your neighbor and the 3 others you had met earlier today. Well, ‘met’ was an over exaggeration. Underneath the photos, written in extravagant text, wrote “Queen.” It was a band poster.

You felt him walk up beside you after closing the door.

“Are you guys a band?” you asked, beginning to finally settle down but still sniffling occasionally.

“Uh, yeah we are, actually.” he said, once again rubbing the back of his neck as he had done earlier. You looked at the poster again, seemingly lost in thought, before he pulled you out of it.

“Right, well. I don’t suppose I’ve officially introduced myself. I’m Brian” he said, extending his palm.

“I’m y/n” you replied. And for the first time that day, you smiled, even though it was only slight.

“Hello, y/n” he repeated, faintly echoing your smile. You realized that you didn’t exactly know how to progress the conversation. You had just cried in front of your neighbor, and now you were in his apartment. Needless to say that this was a new situation for you, and it seemed it was for Brian too. There was a short moment of silence over the room before you spoke up, breaking it awkwardly.

“I’m really sorry about everything,” you began before getting cut off.

“No, if anyone should apologize it needs to be me,” he started apologetically. “I’m so sorry about my friend earlier, Roger is a real pain in the ass and doesn’t know how to talk to people appropriately, as you can tell. I should have stopped him, I didn’t realize what he was going to try, I should have known though. I could have handled that better.”

This took you aback. You hadn’t anticipated such a sincere apology and now you were beginning to feel guilty.

“Really, I shouldn’t have lashed out at you that way earlier, I shut the door in your face, that was rude, i-” you paused to take a breath and ran your hand through your hair in the process. “It’s just been a really long day. So much has been happening lately and it’s become overwhelming. I usually don’t get so angry and impulsive, I just-”

“No, it’s alright, I understand completely. I’m the same way sometimes. It’s easy to let your problems, I don’t know, spiral sometimes. Snowball effect, until they’re so big they’re tough to handle. I get it.”

You weren’t used to someone being so kind to you. It almost made you start crying again, this time out of relief instead of frustration. You tried to hold back, but tears pricked the back of your eyes anyways. One escaped and you quickly wiped it away.

“I’m sorry if I’m overstepping.” he said, noticing it.

“No, no, you’re ok. I’m just not used to...this.” you quickly reassured, vaguely gesturing your hand in the air. You weren’t exactly sure what ‘this’ was.

“Would you like to sit down? Can I get you something to drink? A glass of water?”

“That would be lovely, thank you.” And with that he turned away into the kitchen, leaving you in the small living room to sit down on his couch.

Looking around some more, you noticed a few things. On the walls, among his own band poster and others, you noticed a few illustrations and images. You realized that they were of constellations, planets, stars; anything related to space, it seemed, he had pasted on his walls. You then noticed a telescope in the corner of the room next to the window. It was silly, you pondered for a second, because right outside of his window was the wall of another building next to it. Surely he wasn’t able to see many stars through it, you thought, but your attention was once again drawn away by the sight of another thing. Near the telescope was a shiny red guitar propped up on a stand. He was a guitarist, then.

Brian walked back into the room a moment later with a glass of water in his hand. He gave it to you and you took it gratefully before taking a small sip. Perhaps you hadn’t realized how dehydrated you had actually been. He took a seat on one of the chairs next to the sofa, as to not overstep his boundaries and sit too close.

There was another moment of painfully awkward silence. You were beginning to wonder if this was a mistake. You had no business being here, did you? You thought that maybe you’d say something like, ‘well, perhaps I should be going’ or maybe even ‘sorry for wasting your time, i shouldn’t be here’ but you realized that it would only be combated by Brian’s reassurance, so it wasn’t worth the effort. Instead, you settled on something else.

“So,” you began. “I’m sure you’re probably wondering why I’ve been crying all afternoon and have been on the brink of tears since you invited me to your apartment.” You tried to work in some type of humor to deflect or lighten the mood but Brian didn’t laugh, he only stared empathetically in your direction, listening to you intently, not interrupting. His kindness was so astounding it scared you just a little, but you decided that you wouldn’t stop, and so you began to unload everything you had been carrying that day, that week, that month. It all came unraveling like a tightly coiled ball of yarn. You told him about school, about how you were in debt and were struggling to stay afloat, how your dad had been in an accident and now on top of everything else you were worried sick about him.

“I think the...situation..in the hallway earlier was just the straw that broke the camel’s back. I’m sorry you had to be there for that. All the stress was just too much to handle, and as soon as I got to my apartment I just...shattered.” you finished, with one last sigh. As you recalled everything, you were afraid that it was becoming far too overwhelming far too fast. You felt it heavy on your chest, you felt your voice become hoarse, your eyes become glassy, your lungs taking shallow breaths. All of the sudden you weren’t in Brian’s apartment anymore, you were inside your own head and nothing around you made sense.

And like that, for the thousandth time that day, you burst into tears. You couldn’t say you were surprised. You placed your head in your hands and tried to even your breathing but it wasn’t working. And then, out of nowhere, you felt the couch dip beside you, and you felt 2 arms wrap around your shoulders.

“It’s alright love, you’re ok, I’ve got you, no need to worry.” He said in a soothing voice, and you believed him. You didn’t think about the way that you had only known him for a little while and he had already seen you cry twice. You didn’t think about how one might find it strange that you had only just met and he was hugging you and helping you calm down from another fit of tears. You only thought about how at that moment, for the first time in a long while, you felt safe and cared for and no longer alone.

This time you didn’t try to stop crying, you just let it happen, and Brian didn’t seem opposed. He let you cry in his arms, occasionally running his hand over your hair and reminding you to breathe in and out. After what you guessed was 6 or 7 minutes, your tears slowed, but Brian still held you. You were grateful. You finally took a long, shuttery breath and began to find some semblance of composure.

“Thank you,” you said simply.

“It’s no problem, darling. None at all.” he replied, slowly untangling his arms from around you, and you almost missed the contact once they were gone.

In the moments after you both stayed silent. Brian let you process, and you took a few more sips from your water glass. Your attention was drawn back to the guitar in the corner.

“You play guitar?” you asked to draw the conversation away from sadness and stress and everything else that had just passed over you in a wave of emotion.

“Yes, I do. I built that guitar with my father. I’ve been using it ever since,” he said.

You thought that maybe you shouldn’t bother him, you had already put him through enough, he didn’t owe you any favors. But, you had to ask, didn’t you?

“Would you mind...playing something for me?”

“Yeah...anything you’d like” he said and stood up from beside you to grab it. You thought that maybe when he sat down he’d sit back in the armchair next to the couch, but instead he resumed his position next to you, only sitting a little farther away to make room for the guitar. He looked down in concentration before beginning to pluck a tune that was simplistic but beautiful. Then he began to sing, and you were entranced.

“Yesterday my life was in ruin. Now today I know what I'm doing. Gotta feeling I should be doing all right” he sang peacefully

“Doing all right. Where will I be this time tomorrow, jump in joy or sinking in sorrow anyway I should be doing all right. Doing all right”

You wanted him to sing forever. You would be perfectly content if, for the rest of eternity, you sat on his couch while he lulled you with a gentle melody. With each lyric, you fell deeper into the trance. Your eyes traced the features of his face. He was facing forward on the couch, his profile in full view and illuminated by the lamp a few feet behind him, making everything about him feel angelic and ethereal. It didn’t occur to you how intensely you had been staring at him while he sang. It was only when he stopped that you noticed he seemed a little nervous under your watch.

“It’s just one of our songs, my band’s I mean, It’s nothing much really,” he said, looking away awkwardly.

“It was perfect,” you assured. “You’re incredibly talented”

“Thank you,” he smiled, seeming genuinely appreciative of the comment.

For a moment you thought that the awkward silence had returned, but actually, you realized, there wasn’t anything awkward about it. You both sat still for a moment, and it felt as if you two had been friends for years, like you were more than strangers who happened to live in the same hallway. You didn’t feel strange or uncomfortable. The sadness you had felt only an hour, hell, only a minute or so before this moment had seemed all consuming, but now you could hardly remember why a lingering tear still ghosted your cheek. Your anxiety and stress was a distant memory now as you looked a few feet in front of you into his eyes.

He was looking back at you.

You noticed faintly how his eyes flicked down to your lips for a swift moment. You noticed, faintly, how yours did the same. For a second, you almost thought that the air had changed, that the energy had shifted in some way, you didn’t pay it much mind.

“y/n?” Brian said gently, lowering his voice nearly to a whisper. You realized he had inched slightly closer to you. You hadn’t realized just how close you had been sitting to each other before then. You skipped a beat before responding.

“Yes?” you asked.

He seemed unsure of himself, unsure of what he really wanted to say, and if he really wanted to say it.

“Can I…” he trailed off, not bothering to finish the question before leaning in ever so slightly to seal the gap between both of you with a kiss. A gentle one, one that perhaps matched the way he had been towards you that evening; soft, understanding, careful. Sweet.

It couldn’t have lasted more than 6, 7 seconds. You didn’t want it to end, but you certainly wouldn’t dare miss the expression playing on his face once you had parted. He smiled like you hadn’t seen him smile yet. He seemed happy, which was a beam of light upon the darkness in which the interaction you’d had together had started. He was considerably taller than you were, but he rested his forehead against yours gently, and he laughed.

“Was that terribly inappropriate?” he asked, looking down between the two of you.

You considered for a second what you wanted to say. You laughed back.

“It would only be appropriate, I think, if we didn’t do it again” You saw him smile again as he moved his head away slightly to look at you.

“Well, I suppose we have no other choice.”

He moved his hand up to your face, cupping your jaw, and again you closed the gap.

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icyharrington · 2 years ago

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Writing prompt 142 with Eddie?

142. “Could he make you feel as good as i do?”

oooo finally an opportunity to write some pissed off eddie content teeheeeeee okok lets do it !!! PS I AM STILL TAKING PROMPT REQUESTS !! the og post is on my page so go check it out and send me one if you’re interested! :3 also sorry if this sucks im not used to writing multiple different fics/blurbs/whatevers in 1 day dfjgkdjfg

contains: jealous!eddie, mean eddie, dirty talk, degradation, fingering, general rough/mean dynamic (he still luvs you tho don’t worry uwu)

You’ve never seen Eddie this angry before, and your body is caught in limbo between utter terror and arousal.

So you’d fucked around with Steve Harrington- you and Eddie were on a break! And a well-deserved one, at that, considering that he’d been devoting all of his time to his fantasy campaigns rather than his real life, human girlfriend.

Eddie stands before you in his bedroom, his wide brown eyes unusually cold as they size you up. His arms are folded protectively in front of his graphic t-shirt, a prominent frown on his lips. “So what you’re telling me, (y/n)- and correct me if I’m wrong here- is that you let Steve Harrington’s dick inside you? Is that what I’m hearing right now?”

He sounds so sarcastic, yet so deadly serious; it sends an uncomfortably cool chill up your spine, and you’re unsure of what’s about to happen.

You look him dead in the eyes despite the anxiety it causes you, unwilling to back down. “Yes, Eddie, I did. I fucked Steve Harrington. So fucking what? We were on a goddamn break! It’s not like you ever wanted to fuck me while we were together.”

“That is such bullshit, (y/n),” Eddie seethes, taking a lingering step towards you. You stand frozen in place, your limbs unwilling to move from where they’re planted. “Every time you’re in the mood to fuck, it’s when I’m busy with Hellfire!”

“You’re always busy with Hellfire!” you scream at him, one-upping him by taking your own hopefully-menacing step in his direction.

“What about that night in my van when you turned me down? Or when you told me to stop being gross when I was feeling up your ass, hm?” He cocks his head threateningly, sauntering until he’s face-to-face with you.

“I just said that because I was in a bad mood, Eddie,” you murmur, feeling a little guilty about the exchange in retrospect. Usually you loved when Eddie would touch you, even by surprise- he’d just happened to catch you on a bad day. “I don’t think you’re gross.”

“Oh, really? ‘Cause I think you do. I think you find me downright disgusting. That’s why you ran off to go spread your legs for Steve Harrington- to find out what it’s like to fuck a real man. Right, (y/n)?” His eyes are welled with tears, though he’s good at keeping them at bay, with his face contorted into a scowl. “Making a fucking fool of me, huh? Dating the freak and fucking the jock. I bet you did it before our break, you fucking slut.”

He’s shaking, and you want to hug him, though you’re scared what will happen if you do. You mentally kick yourself for even allowing the secret to slip in the first place, but you never would’ve forgiven yourself if you hadn’t told the truth.

Now, though, you wonder if it would’ve been worth it to lie, just to prevent Eddie from believing all the other untrue parts his mind had invented. “Eddie, I would have never done that to you!”

He drags his eyes up and down your body, taking in the short skirt you’re wearing, paired with a pair of platform boots and a cropped sweater. When he speaks, he doesn’t reference anything you just said, evidently too wound up in his emotions to process much else. “Yeah, prancing around at school looking like that, huh? You dressed like that for Steve, didn’t you? Wanted him to take you in the bathroom and fuck you stupid?”

You whimper; you aren’t certain if he’s intentionally trying to make you horny right now, but for some unfathomable reason… you so are. “No, Eddie. I promise you, I don’t want Steve. It was a stupid mistake, Eddie, I swear! I was upset about us being on a break, and I just…I don’t know! I fucked up!”

“Yeah, you’re right, (y/n). It was a stupid mistake.” He takes in a breath, seeming to ponder on what his next action will be, before he shoves you back onto his bed. “Real fucking stupid. That’s my pussy you’re throwing around like a tramp, get it?”

He flips up your skirt, grasping your pussy between your legs and rubbing you harshly through the thin lace fabric of your panties. “Oh, I’m sure Steve Harrington could never get your pussy as pathetically wet as I can.”

You don’t say anything, moaning out at the rough motions of his callused hand against your soaked underwear; if he continued doing this for another minute or so, you’d probably cum without needing him to do anything else. He smacks your cheek lightly in response to your silence, narrowing his dark eyes at you. “Could he?”

“N-no, Eddie,” you whisper, letting out a strangled whine when he moves your panties to the side and presses two fingers into you abruptly. “I told you, it was a mistake. I want you, Eddie.”

“Could he make you feel as good as I do?” he demands, taking your jaw in one hand and jerking it so that you’re facing him. “Hm?”

You shake your head rapidly, a helpless look on your face as you silently beg for his forgiveness (which you know is already granted, though you don’t expect him to tell you that quite yet). “No, Eddie. Never.”

“Fuckin’ thought so,” he says as he continues to fuck you with his fingers, adding a third in order to stretch you wider. “You’re lucky I love you enough to teach you a lesson instead of kicking your ass to the curb.”

He’s not serious- at least about the kicking-you-to-the-curb bit, though the way he’s speaking to you is making your skin prickle over with warmth. There’s just something about your soft, sweet Eddie being mean that turns you on beyond belief.

Looking up at him with wide doe eyes, you hold back a knowing smirk. “You’re right, Eddie. I am lucky.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfiction #mine #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #eddie munson fic

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just-a-creep-babe · 2 years ago

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Maybe some headcanons for how Liu/Sully, Jeff and BEN would be with a doting, sweet and innocent s/o? Only if you're inspired though ❤️

Tysm for the request luv! ^^ ik it took me a while, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless <3

Masterlist: x

Requests are closed but commissions are open!

And creepkinks is coming up next week!!! Hope y’all are as excited as i am <33

Jeff the Killer

Honestly, at first, he‘d be a little... put-off?

He wouldn’t understand why or even how they manage to be so nice all the time—are they trying to get something out of him?

He’d definitely be wary, thinking they have ulterior motives because homeboy does not trust easily

But over time, he’d come accept that it is possible for someone to be as angelic as they are~

He doesn’t know how they’ve managed to survive so long being that sweet & innocent, but he certainly isn’t mad about it

He thinks it’s cute—precious, even—and as he learns to trust them more & more, he becomes increasingly protective of them uwu

He wants to make sure that they keep their innocence at any cost

He gets like this 🤏 close to going full yandere to keep them safe & out of harm’s way ngl

He’s certainly not used to someone doting on him, so at first, he doesn’t really know how to handle the attention

It sometimes overwhelms him & he gets flustered, so he tries to dismiss them

It’s lowkey cute tho?

But it’s not like he doesn’t like the attention; on the contrary, he adores it

It feeds into his massive ego—he just needs to adjust to having another person agree with him that he’s pretty great 😏😘

Overall, things would be off to a rocky start, but once he gets used to how wonderful his little s/o is, he’ll try his damnedest to be a good boyfriend

Which is to say, he won’t be amazing, but he really does try & it’s very sweet to see

He might be an asshole sometimes, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve some lovin <3

BEN Drowned

Oh, he’s in love~

Baby boy can’t 👏get 👏enough 👏of their attention

He lives for their praise & comfort; they might actually be an angel in his eyes

He straight-up melts whenever they give him affection—to the point where he just wants to be with them all the damn time

He’ll gladly let them baby him as much as they want smdh

He’s too spoiled :”)

Similar to Jeff, he adores how sweet & innocent they are

But, unlike Jeff, instead of growing protective, he’ll inadvertently end up corrupting them :”)

It won’t necessarily be on purpose, it’ll kind of just happen by virtue of BEN being, well, BEN

He can’t deny enjoying being the one that corrupts them tho 😳😳

And in that similar vein of enjoyment, he loves teasing the hell out of them

He just thinks they’re so goddamn cute when they get all bashful >:3c

Like I’ve (probably?) mentioned before, BEN’s big on cuddling, but with an s/o as cute as that, how could he possibly resist keeping his hands off them?

There’s so much physical contact, it’s wild

You can bet movie/video game dates with snacks & blankets are a regular occurrence 😌👌

Homicidal Lui

Ahh, that poor lil s/o is gonna get whiplash with this manses :”)

Lui, on one hand, is just as sweet & doting as they are—if not even more so

He’s always asking if he can get anything for them, or if he can do anything for them, or how their day went and if they ate and if they want anything, anything at all—and that kind of stuff :>

He tries so goddamn hard to please them, they’re treated better than royalty <3

Boy’s always extremely flattered when they return the sentiment; having someone care for him isn’t too much of a regular occurrence :”)

He has self-esteem issues, so he often tries to over-compensate by putting others before him, and a reversal of those roles can be quite jarring

He’s truly a sweetheart, poor baby 😪💗

Their relationship is almost like,, sickly sweet teens during the honeymoon phase of a relationship kinda vibe

Very lovey-dicey, very obnoxious to the people around them, but very sweet lmfao

Sully though, on the other hand?

Oh boy

Dude teases the hell out of their s/o

He tries to corrupt them any & every way he possibly can

Lui gets so fucking pissed at him for messing with his beloved s/o

He always ends up feeling super bad, like he’s ultimately just a burden on his precious lil s/o

So he needs a good amount of reassurance, which is why someone so gentle & doting is honestly kind of perfect for him :”)

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #Jeff the killer #ben drowned #Homicidal lui

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cow-goes-moozart · 2 years ago

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My first impressions of the ikevamp guys and how I feel about them now (pt. 1)

Also an attempt at being funny by butchering their names

- Sherlock Holmes Arturd Conan Doyle

Can't even butcher his full name xD

He reminds me of a guy I had a crush on and later he turned out to be a massive 💩. I'll give him a chance though. Also HE HAS LARGE HANDS WHATKAOHGSMLK 😨

Gained sympathy after reading his route but I don't see myself dating him. Many a times when he says smth flirty I want to punch him or just *sigh* go away ArTURD. (Arthur stans don't come for me pls 😓)

- NAP o'leon Bonappetit

I got interested in this game because I saw his face in an ad. But after seeing the other vamps, he had to wait

He doesn't have "nap" in his name for no reason, this man LOVES sleeping xD I really enjoyed reading his route, can't wait to replay it. I only see him as a great friend tho

- WouldIwas Snakespeare

Long-haired men are my weakness, but this guy?.. nah, not rly. Don't get me wrong, he can look pretty and badass in CGs, but still .. no. I feel like interactions with him would be awkward (not only because of his English).

Like Theo, I have reasons to avoid him. I would defend him if he really is innocent, but if I have to pass by his villa, I'm running 🏃💨

- Theodork van Cough

Didn't know that Vincent had a brother, much less that he has the same bday as me. I feel like this guy would send thirst traps to fuck with me (judging from ch. 1)

The love he has for his brother 😣💞 I'm not into his kink sadly, nevertheless his romantic ending was 🔥🔥 And man I wish I had his observation skills

- Woofgang Amadeo Moozart

He looks butthurt xD Is this really the guy who composed "Leck Mich im Arsch"? Maybe tsundere with a hidden sense of humor? I bet his hair is soft and silky 😍

Nope, no sense of humor whatsoever. Still, he's a cool character. 2nd most relatable to me after Isaac. One of the best moments of his route was when he showed Schelm to MC - that's how you get chicks lol

- Izak Newt

cute Cute CUTE. That's why I chose his route first. And because physics was my most favorite subject in school (I'm kidding, it really wasn't).

An anxious mess, like myself. This man makes me melt into a puddle, can't help but uwu when he shows his soft side. I think Arthur and Dazai tease him a bit too much, but I still laugh every time 😂

- Le Daddy de St. German

I would trust this man with my life. I don't even know him, but yeah. ("Just because he is smoking hot it doesn't mean-" shut up ok)

I wonder what he will think when I tell him I don't like parties. His route was a bit disappointing ngl, and when he pulled the "I'll never fall in love with a human again" I wanted to smack him. Still luv u tho 💓

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen vampire theo #ikemen vampire arthur #ikemen vampire napoleon #ikemen vampire comte #ikemen vampire mozart #ikemen vampire isaac #ikemen vampire shakespeare #ikemen vampire william

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abelllia · 2 years ago

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I'd love to hear more about the fairy prince Jon au you might be writing a fic for 👉👈

*Cracks knuckles* HERE WE GO! Sorry this might be a bit late, I had to organize my random brainrot into something mildly coherent. And now, we begin~

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Martin Blackwood is an assistant bookseller at his distant cousin, Gerard Keay's, antique bookstore. Unlucky in love, finances, and life in general, Martin struggles to keep his head up against the tidal wave of bills that stem from his Mother's care and living in this fucking economy. So, when he meets a stranger at dusk offering him several gold pieces in exchange for a book he didn't even know they had, who was he to refuse?

Suddenly, Martin finds himself entangled in a whole otherworld he never even knew existed. Watch as our protagonist navigates his way through magic doors, ravenous books, fairy royal courts, and gateways to hell alongside a grouchy, sheltered, and fatally curious Fairy Prince. Will they be able to come out the other side? Or will they be trapped in a web of nefarious plots ensnaring something far bigger than themselves?

Releasing 2066!/j

But yes I am plotting this thing out in my brain and a random google doc. Still not 100% certain of where things will go. I have a beginning and an ending but the middle is a jumble of nebulous things mostly labelled “Jon and Martin fall in luv uwu” with lots of libraries and lots of castle romance. I will say though it got magically bigger plot-wise than I thought it would be. I'll be working on this silently in my brain and perhaps (definitely) draw some stuff about it.

Thanks for your question, Ashes!

#abellasks #Fairy Prince Jon #tons of brain rot brrrr #most of what i've thought of are the beginning and ending and i don't want to spoil whatever semblance of an ending so yeah #I still have to iron out the intrigue stuff which is...yeah #gotta big brain this somehow lmao #thanks for letting me brainrot on the tl!

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imjeralee · 3 years ago

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hi i luv ur writing!!!!!

can u write smth for Avery from pokemon shield ? maybe some hcs for them having a crush on a dojo member thats oh, so airheaded, but very sweet and kind to everyone. they arent as elegant as him but they have a heart of gold! they also love to cook for him from time to time as well. pretty please!!

Hi anon!

Thanks for the ask! Sure, please see below-

Avery is like one of those boys at school who pretends they don't like you or ignore you and uses every opportunity whenever you pass them in the hallway or at the lockers to somehow make fun of you but when you leave he's like clamping a hand over his heart like UwU

And he'll sneakily have this shrine or mural somewhere in his house which contains all sorts of photos of you pinned up and also some napkin you dropped on the ground and he picked up and occasionally sniffs and rubs over his face XD

For real though, Avery was pretty mean to you during Isle of Armor especially when you first arrived because he's the kind to judge people by first impressions but you sure showed him and he was actually surprised!

Despite his initial iciness to you, you forgave him from the bottom of your heart and even said you hoped you'd become closer and become good friends. I mean...not many people would do that, you know?

Avery also realises you're one of the first people to say that to his face

He's so used to rejection

Because of that, you hold a very special place in his heart now and at first he doesn't realise it's a crush

At the dojo you're training with your Pokemon and falling over all the time or you're too slow to avoid your Pokemon's attacks, everyone is like LOL but Avery is like <333

Most of the time he silently observes you from the side and your interactions with the others. Even when someone is mean to you, you respond with a smile and he just doesn't understand. He's like ???

But this makes him wonder if he should start following your example

When it's your time to cook for the dojo, he's the first one who comes into the kitchen and always takes the seat next to yours

He'll try to make conversation somehow and he'll try to downplay his usual arrogance/haughtiness and you can tell he's trying, which you find really sweet

He ends up really liking your curry and the first time he tried it, he reacted in dramatic fashion and declared loudly in front of everyone that he wanted you to cook this for him every dinner from now on

Everyone is like 'WTH Avery' but you just smile and cock your head and agree with a simple nod

Avery loves your cooking. It doesn't matter what it is, he will just eat everything you cook for him

He'll also do anything for you - protect you, amuse you with his psychic powers by making pokeballs float in the air around you, helps you wash dishes, helps you carry stuff using his psychic powers. Read minds and say it aloud to troll other dojo members.

He won't make it obvious but because he observes and also his acute psychic powers, he'll often try to read your mind.

When he reads nothing but Butterfrees and daisies, he's like 'oh she's so pure' and this makes him fall in love with you even more

He'll find ways to get you to train with him. He'll use his pokemon as an excuse but that's okay because you like them :)

One day he reads your mind and you're thinking to yourself 'Avery is really cute' and that MAKES HIS DAY. HE IS ON CLOUD NINE!!! :D

#avery #pokemon #pokemon shield and sword #pokemon shield #pokemon sword #pokemon imagines #pokemon headcanons #Avery x reader #Avery x you

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angy-mouse · 3 years ago

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Could you do softdom George taking femreaders virginity and praising her through it :)

Of course! Honestly I used to not really like George (his yelling in the manhunts kind of annoyed me) but he really grew on me. He's just so pretty uwu

“You look so pretty for me, luv,” George purred as he licked your cum off his lips. He pressed sweet kisses to the insides of your shaking thighs as you came down from your high, watching patiently with a soft smile. “Tell me how you feel.”

“Good,” you told him instantly, panting with your arm thrown over your eyes. “So good, George.”

“You’re doing so good,” he gushed. He pushed himself onto his knees and cupped your cheek, pulling your arm away from your face so he could pull you into a soft kiss. You sighed against his lips as he let himself drop until he was pressed against you, licking his way into your mouth. He thoroughly explored your mouth, swallowing your whimpers and moans. When he finally pulled away to let you breathe his lips found your neck instead, sucking a few marks along your jaw. “Tell me what you want, darling,” he muttered against your skin. You whined and squirmed under him, earning a nip of his teeth. “Tell me what you want or I’ll stop.”

“Want you, Georgie!”

You could feel his smug smile against your neck. “Hmm, you want me… to kiss you? You want me to… cuddle you? Look at you, squirming under me so pretty. Such a sweet little thing. You’ve been so good for me, darling, just tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you, I promise.”

You whimpered at his words, feeling yourself practically melt under him. “Please, George, I- I want you to fuck me,” you whispered, feeling yourself flush at your own words. Your embarrassment quickly faded, though, as he pulled you in for another deep kiss.

“Anything for my sweet darling,” he purred as he lined himself up. He gently pushed into you, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he bottomed out. “You take me so well, luv. You feel amazing. Tell me when you want me to move, I promise I’ll make you feel good. Gonna take care of my precious girl- you deserve it, you’re being so good for me. Wanna see your pretty face when you come on my cock, darling. I promise I’m gonna take care of you, baby, just tell me when I can move.”

“Now- please!”

He stifled a moan as he moved his hips, pumping his cock in and out of you as he aimed for the spots he knew would bring you the most pleasure. “You look amazing like this,” he breathed out, eyes glazed over in adoration as he watched your moaning face under him while his long fingers found your clit. “My pretty girl, letting me ruin you.” You whimpered at that and he was quick to coo over you. “But you’re still my little darling, aren’t you? Still my wonderful, gorgeous darling. You’re so perfect, luv, I could never truly ruin you.”

He let out a choked moan as your walls began to squeeze him tight, warning him of your impending orgasm. “My perfect darling gonna come on my cock? It’s alright, luv, I’ll make you come as many times as you want- let go for me, I promise I won’t stop until you’re satisfied.”

#angymouse #squeakin #mcyt smut #mice #gogysqueaks #minors dni

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t0shii · 4 years ago

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hi! could i request a headcanon with tsukki and kageyama (and anyone you wanna add) where they’re cuddling before bed and talking about random stuff all cozy and soft i’d luv you so bad for this uwu

% bedtime cuddles

.! timeskip! tsukishima, kageyama (sep) x gn!r

.! fluff/ none, not proofread

.! ofc! tysm for the request bby <3

tsukishima

his forehead rested against your back while he hugged you closed to his chest, probably a little too tight, but you didn't really mind. though it was comfortable silence that filled the room, tsukishima was tired of the repetitive noise that came from the fan,"how was your day?" he asks, voice cracking slightly which results in a smile you were happy he couldn't see.

"not too bad, actually got a lot of work done today." you say, proud of todays accomplishments. "that's good, baby." he mumbles and you know by the petname he's fighting sleepiness. "how was practice, kei?" you ask, turning around to fact him running your fingers through his hair a few times and he hums at your touch, eyes closed, "not too bad but coach didn't give us a proper break." you nod, "is that why you're so sleepy right now or are you just an old man trapped in a young mans body?"

he scoffs at your question but finds that he doesn't really have the energy to tease you back so he decides to let you win this time, hoping you'll play with his hair some more or even run your hand up and down his back to coax him to sleep. "probably both." he breathes, moving his head closer to your chest, and you get the hint, moving extending your arm over your body and rub his back gently, "hm, you should sleep then, old man." and it's not even five minutes later he's clinging to you like a child to their stuffed animal but still somehow snoring like a bear.

kageyama

you desperately tried to inch your way closer to your boyfriend hoping for some sort of warmth which you knew he was always available to provide. "tobio it's so cold in here," you shiver as he pulls your body into his own, wrapping his arms tightly around you. "i know, i'm sorry." honestly you weren't sure if he slept with the room this cold because he got too hot at night or if it was because he wanted to hold you so close.

the two of you lay in a comfortable, cold, silence before you finally speak up to ask him about practice that day. "it's was alright." that was his go-to answer every time you asked and you knew what he really meant to say was that it was exhausting and his muscles were hurting way too bad for his own good. you interlock a hand with his and bring his knuckles up to place a kiss. he's glad that a. it's pitch black in your shared bedroom and b. that you were facing away from him right now because the blush on his face he was sure would be impossible to hide otherwise.

still he burrows his face into the back of your neck, "you are cold" he hisses, voice muffled. apparently your icy skin didn't bother him too much because he refuses to move his face. he does ask about your day and he swears he tries his best to stay awake the whole time but your only about seven words in and he can't fight the droopiness in his eyelids any longer. you're half way into your story when you realize he's asleep because he hasn't moved for about ten minutes.

#tsukishima hcs #tsukishima x reader #tsukki x reader #tsukki x y/n #tsukishima kei #tsukishima headcanons #tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima fluff #kageyama x yn #kageyama x reader #kageyama hcs #kags x reader #kageyama tobio #kageyama fluff #works.!

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skipps-writes-for-gojo-satoru · 4 years ago

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Happy New Years! Hopefully it won’t be as bad as last year 😅 If it’s ok, can I have a Gojo x f!reader who’s powerful but is mostly stoic (maybe due to their past) so Gojou made it his goal to make her smile/laugh (due to falling in luv) and he’s able to get a small smile for at least 2 seconds and he gets excited 🥺 It’s ok if u don’t do it. Either way, I hope u have a good day and hopefully it’ll be a good 2021! UwU

Ahh thank youu! Last year sure was a mess but there were good things well 😌 I hope you have a wonderful year 💕

"Gojo san, don't you have a meeting to attend to?"

Books and papers held within your arms as you walk down the long hallway, on your way to teach the second years. Gojo easy matches your pace as he walks beside you, a grin on his face.

"Oh I do?"

You sigh at the man beside you, as his grin widens. You admit that he is a great shaman who's skills are above the rest but as a human being he's annoying. You wonder how you were able to work alongside him since high school, he was arrogant, persistent and way too full of himself. Not to mention he was adamant in being in your presence.

"Hey, (Y/N)!"

"What's orange and sounds like a parrot?"

"...."

"Say what..!"

"....what?"

"A carrot."

Gojo bursts out laughing, his laughter echoing through the silent hallway as he clenches his stomach. You however, remain silent at his ploy to get on your nerves.

"Hey hey!"

"......"

"I told my doctor that I broke my arm in two places. He told me to stop going to those places!"

He continues laughing as you feel a sigh escaping your lips. "Geez, tough crowd!" Gojo nudges you, while you give him a side glance focused on getting to your class. Gojo frowns as you still remain impassive towards his jokes. Ever since that one time you smiled in highschool, Gojo could not get that image out of his mind. You looked so beautiful, his heart warms at the thought. He'd do anything just to see it once more. You both reached the door to the classroom but before you could open it Gojo stops you by placing his hand on your shoulder. You raise your eyebrow, turning to face him.

"Has anyone told you, you have beautiful eyes?"

"Because I can see myself in them."

Your eyes slightly widen at his words, but the frown was still present on your face. Gojo inwardly sighs, as he seems to have failed yet again. He ruffles his hair in frustration, ready to walk away but he sees something that took his breathe away.

You smiled.

Even though, it was barely visible and only lasted for a moment-Gojo saw it and he couldn't help but feel his heart beating faster at the sight of it.

"Have a good day Gojo san." You slide open the classroom door before stepping in and closing it behind you. He hears the sound of the second years greeting you. Gojo feels a smile blossoming on his face, his cheeks warming at the sight of your smile. That alone was able to make his day better and how he'll do anything just to see it again.

Taglist: @the-fandoms-georgie @crapimahuman @annie-acadia @iwanttobefuckedbysatorugojo @spicyyren @asmaeackerman1

#gojou satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk gojo #jjk imagines #skipps writes #jujutsu kaisen imagines

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tryingmyves · 3 years ago

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The Vampire Masquerade

PAIRING: vampire!Tenya Iida x female!Y/N

a/n: i have brain rot from vampire!iida whoops

c/w: implied smut smut golf

tagging the iida army: @peachiileaf + @saturnity + @honeypirate + @coleluuviida + @uwu-iwanttodie + @high-on-potats + @khai-luvs-iida ✨

The warnings of the serious and sinister man in the castle north of your village rang in your ears endlessly as a child. It was said that he was cruel and handsome, with crimson eyes that always looked hungry. Scary stories of how he moves silently through shadows, too swiftly for sound to catch, remind children to be home before dark. For some time you listened to them. However, as you grew so too did your curiosity and unearned confidence.

You wandered in the woods near the castle grounds on occasion, hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious man. Lingering after the sun had set, testing him to take you away. He did. But not in the way you were warned. You had been traipsing through the forest each evening for nearly a week before he appeared. He did so suddenly and without warning, apparating behind you soundlessly. His presence only noticed when he spoke, “Hello, miss.”

You had gasped at the unexpected voice, turning to see him behind you. He was tall and muscular, though not in a way that made him bulky. A loose cotton tunic draping over his toned chest. He wore trousers and formal shoes, remarkably unusual for your surroundings. Yet he moved with such grace it was as if he controlled the very ground beneath him.

With a slight bow he extended an icy hand, “It’s quite late for a lady to be out in the woods. Please allow me to walk you to town.” His eyes were not hungry like you had expected, but filled with a curiosity that was reflected back at you in the stained mirrors of your home. You allowed him to escort you back to them that night and he did so with kind conversation. He was nothing like the devil described in the tales of mothers. He was chivalrous and beautiful. And you were helplessly drawn to him. So the next evening you ventured back into the forest and he escorted you home once more. The two of you fell into a waltz of orchestrated happenstance. Lord Iida was aware of your intentions and masterfully manipulated them into his own.

Soon you were living in his castle, an honored guest. You dined on decadence daily and bathed in velvet silks. The Lord never feasted himself, only sipped a deep red wine from a goblet. You were allowed access to his library and spent the days exploring the castle and it’s secrets. In the evenings Lord Iida would lead you to the ballroom, now in a dance of his own design. You had possessed him and he was determined to have you. However, always the gentleman, Lord Iida had to court you first. He did so effortlessly; in a fortnight you were madly in love.

This evening Lord Iida sits with you as you eat, but his usual goblet is absent.

“Lady Y/N, may I make a proposal?”

Your cheeks heat from the way he says your name, “Please, my Lord.”

“After you’ve finished your meal this evening, perhaps I may escort you to my chambers instead of the dancehall.”

There’s a brief stutter in your heart at his words. He has been so proper with you. Despite your longing the Lord had not even kissed you yet. He only ever graced your knuckles with his lips. He’d hold you while dancing in the great hall, but never anything more. But now, he’s asking to whisk you away to his chambers. You put down your fork with as much delicacy you can manage and place the folded silk in your lap onto your unfinished plate.

“I’d quite like that, my Lord,” you say, standing.

And so he does. Flashes of lightning from this evening’s storm illuminate your journey through the castle halls; your heart keeping rhythm with the patter of raindrops on the stained glass, cathedral windows. You're in his room before you have a chance to tame the beating contraption. His lips are on yours in an instant, his tongue snaking into your mouth. With ease, he lifts you from the ground, your legs instinctively wrapping around his torso. He stalks to the bed, throwing you on to the feathered mattress. And now you see the hunger that you had been warned about all those years ago.

#tenya iida x y/n #tenya iida x reader #tenya iida #vampire!iida #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero #boku no hero academia #bnha imagines #by ves #mha imagines

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blueprint-han · 4 years ago

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he’s just like a cat.

♡ pairing: minho x (gender neutral) reader ♡ genre: domestic au; fluff. ♡ warnings: this is just cuddling with minho 🥺 even though this has no suggestive implication, there’s a little making out in this, because I know maxine won’t mind. :3 ♡ word count: 1.4 K ♡ disclaimer: this writing does not aim to represent the activities of the real Lee Minho, nor does it represent JYPE in any form. Events are pure fiction. ♡ ♡ type: drabble. ♡ network tag: @stayverse @districtninewriters @inkidz + @sunoo-luvs ♡ part of: the url drabble game; requested by @kittenanonnie rAwR <3333 UwU (requests for this are closed now!)

↯ note: hope you like it kitten !! i have nothing more to say than I love you <33 thank you for making me smile with every ask and rAwR you send me i really appreciate you <33 ⇥ dawn.☀️

The atmosphere's perfectly cozy in your apartment — furry blankets, a warm boyfriend ready to cuddle, and a movie on the screen. Minho's warm, so cozily warm that you melt into him when he slings an arm around your shoulder halfway through the movie, leaning your head into his chest to listen to his heartbeat.

You were more than ready to accept when Minho had suggested a movie date — being more than excited to spend time with him after a while, falling asleep against his firm chest and having him run his hands through your hair and also have him leave small kisses wherever he could when he was feeling extra clingy.

And it seems like he's feeling extra clingy today.

As soon as he’d entered the house, he’d pulled you into a hug, gently nuzzling into your neck before pecking the skin there — humming in content all along. You’d fisted your hands into his sweater, sighing in content into his warm embrace. Winter was cold, but you had Minho to stay warm with.

So, when you feel a hand slide up your shoulder to the side of your chin, gently pushing to make you face him, you already know what’s going to happen.

“Hey.”

“Hey there,” You chortle, leaning into his warm, so warm hand as you turn your head to brush your lips against his palm. When you look back into his eyes, you feel like you’re being pulled closer and closer to gaze into all the stars in his eyes. Momentarily, you tense up when he plays with the hem of your shirt. You feel your skin burn with passion and love as you bring a hand to gently rake through his soft, black hair.

He lets out a soft sigh in return — almost a purr — as he rests his hand just under the fabric, rubbing gentle circles into your skin. From here you can focus on him clearly — his shiny, silky locks of hair that fall over his forehead and the way his top lip engulfs the bottom one when he bites his lip, and the way his heavily lidded eyes peer into you through the dim lighting.

Lee Minho’s lips feel soft — soft when you run your thumb across them, soft when he presses little kisses to your forehead or your cheeks, or the back of your neck when you’re distracted, or like right now — soft when he gently takes hold of your chin and presses his lips to yours.

You’ve also learned over the years that he’s just like his cats — whenever you pet his head, whenever he leans his head against your stomach and gently rubs as a sign for you to lead your hand to his hair. It’s so, so cute that all it can take for a totally bad day for him to go opposite is being in your arms with you petting his head, occasionally pecking his forehead and murmuring a little “I love you,” or “You’re so cute.”

For the same reason, when you gently scratch at his scalp amid the kiss, Minho parts from you for a second, barely out of breath because of how gentle the kiss is. It isn’t fueled by need or want or desire — just the wish to be with each other. “You’re so beautiful,” He whispers before leaning into your chest, pushing you down onto the couch with him on top.

You sigh and grab the edges of his oversized sweater, letting yourself be wrapped in his embrace. Just like a cat, once again, he nuzzles into your chest, heaving a sigh as he guides his hand to your head.

“You’re more beautiful.” You coo, letting a hearty laugh slip as you card your fingers through his hair, brushing away any stray locks that may threaten to get into his eyes. It may all seem to quiet, but this has always been how date nights ended.

With Minho and you smiling in each other’s arms, in each other’s embrace, completely forgetting about everything else. Just like how you’ve totally forgotten about the movie right now — but you can’t blame yourself, not when Minho kisses you in a way that seems endearingly relaxing, yet passionate enough to steal your breath away.

He’s warm, warm in every place you run your hands on, and he’s warming your heart. It's Lee Minho’s effect, you could say, though you know he’s just as affected, just as soft for you right now. He snuggles into your chest once again, sighing as he feels lulled into a deep slumber.

“What about the movie?” You ask, though there’s little interest in your tone. Which shows that you clearly have no interest to finish the movie, not when you’re in this position currently. You gently slip your hands into his shirt, resting it against his bare back and chuckling when he tenses up, only to sigh and place a tiny kiss to your collarbone. You’ve gotten your reply to that question.

The dim lighting doesn’t highlight his appearance much, but you don’t need that to know that he’s absolutely gorgeous. You almost melt at the whine that leaves his throat, and then you realise that your hand’s resting still in his hair. You giggled, shaking your head before gently combing through his hair.

He lifts his head slightly — he looks sleepy and cozier than ever — before fitting it in the gap between your shoulder and your neck, then proceeding to leave soft kisses all over your shoulder. By this time, a comfortable feeling has spread from your chest to your fingertips and the tips of your toes, almost pulling you into the depths of sleep.

Before that can happen, however, Minho nuzzles the curve of your neck, just where you’re the most ticklish.

A squeal leaves your lips which soon morphs into a steady, low giggle, now that Minho’s ardent on making you laugh by kissing right over the same spot ever-so-lightly. “M’ ticklish there, stop!” You burst into fits of laughter, filled with nothing but pure love for the man in front of you, in your arms right now.

“Mm, but you’re so soft...” Minho purrs, this time. His voice is muffled from how invested he is in making you laugh until your stomach and lips start hurting — he was always like that. Always finding ways to make you laugh, make you happy and forget about anything even borderline negative, your happiness mattered to him as much as his own, if not more.

“Minhoooo!” You pull him away from where he’s grown comfortable between your neck and shoulder, making him face you as you gently kissed the tip of his nose.

“What?” He asks, frowning and giving you the most adorable pout you’ve ever seen.

“You’re such a big goof.” You comment lovingly, and he doesn’t reply, opting to lean in and kiss each of your eyelids softly, then your cheeks, then the tip of your nose, and back to rest on your lips. You cup his own cheeks gently, his skin feels smoother than velvet under your palms, only coaxing you to rub your thumbs over his cheekbones. You’re all but drowning, drowning — drowning in his kisses, in his love, in his hold — and you’re taking him with you.

When he pulls away again, you gasp this time, feeling short of breath even though the kiss was equally as gentle as the last one. Minho simply rests his forehead against yours. “I love you.” He says so naturally, it feel so... real. With no hesitation, no pre-thought, just a vocalization of every feeling that you’ve made him feel, all poured into those three days.

You look into his eyes, fluttering them close as you nuzzle your noses together. “You know I love you too.” Minho only nods, leaning in to press his cheek against your chest again. “Pet.” He orders, making you roll your eyes playfully as you pet him once again. He feels every inch of tension relieve of his shoulders when your fingers brush against the back of his ear.

You can’t really deny his order either, because being pressed under Minho’s warmth only seems to bring you to the edge of sleep, to the point where you don’t realise when the movie had ended and when complete silence took over, spare for the sounds of Minho’s calm breathing, along with yours.

“Sleep well, dear.” You kiss his hair lightly, inhaling the citrus scent of his shampoo as you’re pulled into a deeper state of slumber.

*sighs*

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okokok i knowww!! i just requested!! but,, am bacc with two more request!! one! crhistmass umu,, chaeya mistletoe hcs,, could be soft,, could be spicy???? who knows?? second! not so important or festive but! im a slut for the trope 😔👉👈 this chaeya with reader uwu,, reader gets kidnapped and the rest is up to you because!! ilysm and i want you to go ham and write what you wanna write 🥺💞💖💕 anyways,, drimk water, sleeb well,, eat three times a day✨ luv u🥺💞💖💕💞💖💕💞💞💕 -⭐

Star nonnie 👉🏻👈🏻 would you be angy if you find out i eat like 2 meals a day 😔 but you're the best best bestest ok ily smsmsmsm 🥺 you take care of yourself too ogei ily mwah!! And myur kremsas

This is request number 2!! I'll do request 1 on a different post uwu

Reader gets kidnapped

All hell boutta break loose ok the people who kidnapped you will not survive

For the kidnappers sake, it's best that they took you while you weren't around Childe and/or Kaeya

Cuz if it happened in front of them and the kidnappers escaped with you then Childe's gonna lose it

All logic and thoughts go out of his brain, his only thought is getting you back safe

Unlikely it'll happen though, because criminals do be cowardly and if anyone's bold enough to try to capture you in front of them surely don't mind dying in the most painful way

And they'll make sure you're ok ya know uwu you won't get taken while you're with them

Also cuz Kaeya's so smart and observant, he'd like know immediately before someone even tries

Secretly tells Childe and he's gonna go like "oh I'll just buy this one thing I'll brb" and get rid of all of them rip uwu

You know even know there was a kidnapping attempt

But anyways

So, you went ahead and got yourself kidnapped while they were away

Mostly probably while the two of them were busy with their own assignments and you've just been hanging on your own for awhile now

They prolly had personal vendettas against Childe and/or Kaeya? Otherwise they wouldn't go for you

But it do be a little dangerous for you because you are dating a Fatui Harbinger AND Calvary Captain of the Knights of Favonius

They come back to any empty house and they just know

Contacts the other partner immediately because its just a better move than hunting you down on their own

Also cuz the other person needs to know umu

I say contact like they'll give each other a call or letter or smth. No, i mean them just barging into each other's workplace/ area confusing the rest of the people there

It's urgent man the love of their life is gone

When the two of them are dead serious they could prolly figure out the culprit within a day or even a couple of hours even if there's no clue left behind for them

Let the man hunt begin!!! ✨

Wastes no time, everything is calculated to get you back in their arms safe as quickly as possible

They're just kskfg worried ok? They don't know what the kidnappers have done to you or are planning to do to you and it stresses them out big time

Childe just unleashes all his stress and anger on the people who kidnapped you the moment they step into enemy territory

Let's Kaeya to the thinking about where they could be hiding you

Kaeya doesn't even need to worry about security, he just needs to figure out the fastest way in because Childe: Unhinged is a whole threat

When they do get to you Kaeya immediately has you in his arms; asking if you're ok and checking for any external injuries

Childe is off murdering the rest of the people in the room if there are people watching you

They don't even need to know why what they the kidnappers wanted from them, only thing that matters is you're alive and they're not

If the kidnappers have you like at hostage like knife to your throat type beat they'd be seething

But the fights going to be so anticlimactic because they're both so strong? And their synergy is so good they just have everyone in the room frozen and dead in 7 seconds flat

But if y'all are here for the drama then uwu i imagine Kaeya's super good at negotiating terms

Very calm and collected, he's angry, you can see it in his eyes but he won't let his emotions betray him and will trick the kidnappers to let you go in exchange for something more valuable

The second they do, the millisecond you're away from their grasp Childe's already committing mass murder

Like have you seen him in foul legacy? 8 seconds flat dudes, all gone. It'll take a miracle for him to leave any soul that's involved alive

Comforts you the Most™ you must've been so scared and what not

Zoomer reader to the kidnappers like "ooo y'all are gonna die so hard, when my bfs find me it'll be all over for you" or "kill me i have nothing to live for lmao" HAHAHA

Promises to never leave you alone again cuz they don't want your life to be threatened in any way

At some point, when you get over your Trauma, you'd have to reassure them a whole bunch because they're just that overprotective

They're just worried you know they know how dangerous their line of work is and for something bad like that to happen will really break them

They'll set up like a whole system where one of them is with you if the other is gone for long periods of time? But jskf it can get a lil overbearing so you gotta reassure them you're ok and you'll be more careful

#I love this trope sm #Like save me my prince!!#But it's also like what a fun lil way to spice up your life #Childe #Childe x reader #Kaeya #Kaeya x reader #tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact x reader #childe x reader x kaeya #⭐nonnie #shanna writes

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