#maybe the movie will be a side thing he’ll yell about

[loveandthings11]

Ohhhhh here we go 🤩

The Hollywood Reporter, 8/30/24

[sugusearrings]

( ' cursed ' )

i knew, deep down, i knew we'd fall apart, you'd break my heart. don't worry i'll be fine, you were only the love of my life i'll be here when you decide that you should still be mine made a song for ya, tore my heart out took the photographs, cut me out. keep my mouth shut, i keep my head down 3 words i'm cursed, i'm alone now.

— summary: things are just complicated with your best friend's older brother. but you decided to move on from the misleading games. but sukuna isn't sure he's ready for you to do so just yet. — genre: fluff to angst? — playing: cursed by wesghost —note(s): it's been so long since i written anything!! but this was based off these this short and this one i wrote months ago. i've been meaning to write it into a little mini-series. maybe. it was slightly rushed but i took advantage of the spark of inspiration i had at six in the morning. might be some spelling errors i tried my best to look for them. and in this au, sukuna is yuji's older brother even though he is his uncle. i wrote it before that information was out. — warning(s): au sukuna but he's still grumpy sukuna, toxic behavior, possessiveness, manipulation (kind of), getting a little physical, and lots of cursing, suggestive sexual interactions, and sexual comments. —word count: 1,198

His brow twitched. He also made a mental note to kill his younger brother.

It’s not unusual the door was open to his brother’s bedroom. It wasn’t unusual his friends were always over, unfortunately.

The girl with the short hair that was loud and just as dumb as him, the emo looking kid that just read his book, and then there was you.

Sukuna always found you weird. You liked all this cartoon stuff and into the same movies as his younger brother, Yuji. You were not his type at all. At one point, he thought you two were dating. Until he realize his brother’s crush was on some other girl.

You would be sitting on the floor next to Yuji or with Nobara.

But who the fuck was that kid?

He looked like he hasn’t slept in days and was taller than the rest. He looked like he’ll piss himself with the slightest noise. He watched him flinched when Nobara started yelling at Itadori about something.

What the fuck was he doing in his house?

Sukuna noticed how close you were sitting next to this damn kid. His brow twitched again. You were giving him those eyes. The same doe eyes you would give him when you would be laying on his bed. That’s when he knew. This was Yuta. Your supposed crush.

That’s when he couldn't take it any longer, his emotions got the best of him. He slammed the door close.

On the other side of the door, you flinched.

“The fuck is his problem?” Nobara scoffed going back on her phone. Yuji shrugged his shoulders.

“Sukuna’s always in a mood.” He answered simply looking back at the tv screen.

Your eyes just stared at the door, just having a feeling it just wasn’t a mood swing.

“Are you done being a baby?” Sukuna didn’t turn around hearing the sound of your voice in the kitchen. He continued to make himself something to eat.

“Speak to me like that again, I’ll kick your ass out.” He responded bluntly. You rolled your eyes at his empty threat. You walked over to the counter next to him, leaning against it. You gazed up at his much taller frame.

“You would never do it though.” That’s when he finally faced you. His right brow rose gazing back down at you.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” He walked past you, making sure to bump into you in stumbled back causing you to stumble back. That’s when you felt your blood boiling and glared at him.

“What the fuck is your problem, Kuna?” You snapped. Sukuna just shrugged his shoulders acting nonchalant.

“Sukuna,” He corrected you, “and nothing s’ wrong. I don’t give a fuck remember?” He gazed down at you again. That’s when you bit the inside of your cheek so hard, you always drawn blood.

“Exactly so I don’t understand why you’re acting like a bitch.” You barked back. That’s when his crimson eyes widen. He slowly placed down whatever was in his hands.

“What did you say?”

“You heard me.” You challenged him as he began to walk closer to you. You oved back into the side of the fridge. “You’re acting like a bit — "

Your words were cut off by his tattoo hand wrapped around your throat. Your eyes grew wide with the tip of your ears burning up. His hand moved your head to look up at him as he glared down at you. He was so close you can sell the cologne lingering, along with a faint smell of weed.

“Keep it up and let’s see how your little boyfriend would like it if he knew how I handled that rude mouth of yours.” He squeezed your throat, not too much but enough to give a warning. But you were able to register what he said rather quickly.

“. . .are you jealous of Yuta, Kuna?”

“. . .”

He dropped his hand from your throat. He was going to turn away but you grabbed his arm to stop him. You were tired of him running and shutting down when calling him out on his feelings.

“You said you didn’t want anything serious, remember?” You whispered loudly.

“Why are you whispering? Scared he might hear?” He chuckled. He moved back to towering over you. Your back pressing against the side of the fridge now. “Not like I give a damn, I like when you’re loud.” His lips curled into his infamous grin.

“You are jealous!”

“There’s nothing to be jealous about. Okkotsu is scared of his own damn shadow.” He scoffed. “Not sure how he got your attention —"

“He’s nice.”

“The fuck does that even mean?” He replied clearly irritated with your answer.

“That means I like nice guys, Sukuna. Don’t play stupid.” His hand went back on your throat to squeeze it. You let out a sound you weren’t sure if it was a moan or a squeak. But it made Sukuna smirked.

“Nice guys, hm? Do you know this nice guy has a long term ex-girlfriend?” He questioned. But you nodded confidently.

“Yes! Yuta told me everything!”

“What an idiot.” Sukuna grumbled rolling his eyes. You looked up at him confused.

“Well unlike you, he doesn’t hide anything from me and he doesn’t like to play stupid games.” You tried to defend your crush but that made Sukuna chuckle. How adorable this was to him.

“Sure thing, brat. He just wants to be ' open and honest ' with you.” he slowly let go of your neck. But his thumb placed on your bottom lip, slowly tracing it. “But are you open and honest with him? About us?” His tone was low and sultry. It sent chills down your spine. You quickly looked away.

“Sukuna — "

“What happened to Kuna? You forgot about the name you gave me when you’re struggling to take it all in?” You knew what he was doing, trying to cast his spell over you again. This was the game you two played since the summer. But you pulled away. This game was draining. Emotional, physical, and mentally draining.

“You wanted nothing serious — "

“Shut up. I know what I said, woman.” He cut you off. His hand cupped your chin with his thumb back on your bottom lip. You fluttered your lashes up at him with his lustful gaze staring down at you. Somehow your hand was placed on his chest. “Come to my room.” He whispered just making you squeeze your thighs together. He leaned down further to have his lips inches away from yours.

“Name?”

Yuta’s voice was heard calling for you snapping you out of Sukuna’s spell. You shook your head and move your hand from his chest.

“I have to go — "

“Name.” Sukuna reached for your hand but you didn’t let him grab it.

“Everything’s okay, name?”

Both you and Sukuna looked over to see Yuta by the entrance of the kitchen. His dull blue hues didn’t even glance at you but directly over at Sukuna. Sukuna stared right back, with no emotion either. The tension was thick and here you are in the middle of it.

[undercovercameron]

a domesticated rafe cameron

summary: a bf headcanon for sir rafe m.f. cameron

notes: *NSFW NEAR THE END* i have been seeing so many headcanons for rafe as a bf recently and i used to do these all the time for other fandoms and people and holy fuck i miss and love them.. allow me to indulge myself. also a lot of these are not simply him being touchy or super cute positive ones bc he’s canonically a murderer and drug addict and felon sooo akdjdjd we all of course romanticize him but i just thought i’d say that. lemme know what you think !

tags: rafe cameron x reader

i think rafe is a very complicated kind of lover

he’s a complex ass dude as it is, so that obviously reflects in your relationships

your relationship probably started unconventionally, either because of a fuck up or drunken mistake or maybe even meeting him randomly on a golf course or on the beach and just immediately being drawn to each other

he wants someone that challenges him a Little bit but really just wants someone to go with the flow and let him take the lead

he already gets enough direction and bossy shit from his family

(probably a couple arguments have sparked because of that; he sees too much of rose or ward in you. it’s also something that draws him to you, though, so take it with a grain of salt)

on the topic of arguments, you two are no stranger to them

he always ends up apologizing though, even if you started it—he’d just much rather have your mouth on his than have it yelling at him and knows there’s always a way to get you back on his side

he’s a proud man, so his apologies are usually in the form of him complimenting you or giving entirely hypothetical situations in which he Possibly Might Be Sorry

you take it because it’s probably the best you’re gonna get

he shows his love and affection in a little different ways that other people you’ve dated

of course he’s no stranger to PDA

in fact it only puffs his chest that you want to be seen with him and touch him

he’ll never admit it, but he loves when you kiss his face

like duh,

but not just his lips, he really likes when you kiss him on the temple or just press your face to his cheek or peck at his jaw

he also likes when you hold onto his belt when getting his attention or trying to move him

a lot of your dates involve watching a movie or TV show, because truth be told he is a home body

maybe not his home, but def a home body

your house is a reminder that he is apart of your life; he sees the pictures, the movie tickets, his favorite chips (salt and vinegar, ew i know), or spares of toothbrushes and his clothes in your closet

in any social situation he is either looking at you, thinking of looking at you, touching you, or asking people where you are

he cannot stand to make small talk without his emotional support girlfriend at his side

you’re just so much funnier than all these other people

he prides himself on his ability to make you blush, and does it any chance he gets

he doesn’t really get to laugh a lot, as he is either in distress or about to get punched or reprimanded, so you’re always whispering some joke into his ear to get him to laugh. your success rate is much better than anyone else’s in his life

he knew he loved you when you grabbed his hand during a dinner you were at and some politician walked in with a very apparent and badly concealed nose job. you just mouth “oh my god” and he had to snort to cover up his laugh

you were also all dolled up and cute and sexy that night so that may have had something to do with him knowing he loved you

he is also a great communicator

it’s not in his nature to hide his feelings because they’re so fucking obvious on that expressive face of his

and he never knew he could have so much fun texting until you came along

now he’s a regular emoticon user

weird, right?

now onto spicy things,

you’ve never known a partner to ask you how you feel more than Rafe

it’s a praise thing, you think

he wants to hear that he feels good, that right there, that he fucks you so good, that he’s perfect for you

the nonverbal sign that all those are true is when you throw your head back and a gasp is caught in your throat

the very idea that your breath is stolen every time he does something good makes his heart skip a beat

his cheeks get very red while you’re having sex, so your cool fingers are usually petting them or pressed near them

you have a thing for his legs

i mean come on

he just walks around like that all day

he walks around with a dick like that in his pants all day, and you’re supposed to just ignore it?!

absolutely not

you especially like when he wears those hoochie daddy 5 inch inseam swim trunks, because you get to see where his skin gets a little paler and softer and it makes you get goosebumps at the thought of where it leads

those trunks are a treat usually, saved for a special occasion where he doesn’t have to be around his family and he can have you in his lap, hand trapped between your legs

let’s just say you two fuck like rabbits

two beautiful young adults, what else occupies your time?

it gets a little annoying for other people when you’re apart of their dinner party, because you’re always late, but then learn to just deal with it

it’s better to not have a sexually frustrated rafe cameron that accidentally stabs through his plate of rice and vegetables like that one time at the island club with your parents when you licked up a drop of lemon sauce from your chin and his eyes nearly bulged out of his head

decidedly not a great time or place to act like that

anyways,

i just think while yours’ and rafe’s relationship def has its ups and downs like all other relationships, your recovery period after an argument is remarkably high

you both know you’re not mad anymore, so it’s not worth it to be bad communicators and make it worse

at the end of the day, there’s always space for you in his bed, and he always welcomes you with a slap on the ass and a whisper of “we’re totally fucking in the shower tomorrow”

(and yes. you do)

notes: i hope this doesn’t seem to scatterbrained, i may or may not end up adjusting or editing this later to be closer to what i think would be him

[jeankirstein4ever]

Love Songs - Modern!Eren J.

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A/N: Match up for @ermbabyel! You guys have been such supportive angels, sorry there was such a long break but the vacation was lovely!

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Your first impression isn't ideal - it's the dead of night in a CVS, exhausted and bored with the current color of your hair only to be met with the loudest group of boys in the universe. Eren, Connie, and Jean had had a long night of drinking and playing at some dive bar, barking laughing, and yelling throughout the store.

" fifty bucks if you dye your hair, 'ren," Connie calls out some stupid bet, leaving you to side-eye them as they get closer and closer to you - their volume becoming overbearing.

"Hey, what color should he -hic- dye his hair, d'you think your color would look -hic- good on 'em." Eren throws his arm back halting Jean and Connie as they approach you.

He smiles apologetically, "Sorry about them, they're a bit rowdy when drunk, but your hair is pretty."

You two make chit-chat in the isle, Connie and Jean had wandered off in search of food, while you offered advice on what color would suit him, and what kind of haircare to use to keep the color for longer.

He’ll pay attention to you as you speak- practically trying to drink you in; like a crow, he’ll get distracted by the glimmer and glittering jewelry that adorns your person. Mesmerized to a mind-fogging extent.

He invited you to one of his shows, a bit pouty when you tell him your aversion to louder cramped places, "Well maybe I could play something for just you?" A sly smirk plastered on his drunken face.

You get his number and finally talk yourself into inviting him over, opting for a movie night, and laying out a plethora of blankets and prized stuffed animals. The knock on your door startles you a little opening it, "Hey pretty girl", his dumb smile lazy across his lips, guitar in his ring-clad hand.

He adores your enthusiasm as you lay out the horror movie options, ultimately letting you pick whatever movie you want, "if we don't get through them all I guess I'll just have to come over again."

It felt cliche but he couldn't pay attention for the life of him, you were too, too much of everything, and eventually, when you relaxed into his arms he wanted to eat you; heart and soul.

The next couple of times he comes over, it becomes harder to ignore that desire.

He'll hold your thighs firmly in between his hands, the pads of his fingers rough from years of playing guitar. Licking a long stripe against your wet dripping hole, making you whine. "gotta stay still baby, wanna hear all your pretty noises, can't do that when you're runnin' away from me."

Nipping at the flesh of your inner thighs, one hand interlaced lazily with yours, the other working your body like you were the only thing he knew, drawing his fingers in and out in agonizingly long strokes.

saliva was spilling over your lips, mouth agape and gasping for him, " 'ren, 'ren too full, can't." In contrast to his hands, his hips work fast, too eager to feel you, his hands lifting your soft hips to him, practically bruising your cervix at this pace.

He's shirtless hovering over you, necklaces and hair sticking to his warm skin, "fuck baby, wish you could see yourself, god, gonna-"

Cum spilling out of you onto the flesh of your thighs and his abdomen, Eren collapses into a heap on top of you, his head laying in the crook of your neck, kissing and nipping at your shoulder, "you sound prettier than any love song."

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Blue Jeans - Lana Del Rey

Favorite - Isabel LaRosa

Glue Song - Beabadoobee

Real Love Baby - Father John Misty

Homecoming - Kanye West, Chris Martin

Speed - Kali Uchis

She Wants My Money - Dominic Fike

I. Pink Toes - Childish Gambino

Power Trip - J.Cole, Miguel

Kiss - Prince

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[hiatuswhore]

𝒪𝒻 𝒮𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒮𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓈 — 𝒸.𝓈

♕ A/N: I have mixed feelings about the movie but I adore the book. My favorite character is Sejanus, ugh my heart bleeds for this character. Never stop I’d be writing a fanfiction for this story. Coriolanus Snow is an evil but interesting villain. I thought I’d dive into the dynamic of him essentially taking what should’ve been Sejanus’s life.

♕ SUMMARY: Poor Sejanus. Poor sensitive, foolish dead Sejanus. A good son, loving brother, and amazing friend.

♕ WORD COUNT: 1K

♕ WARNING: Death

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𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

Father had not left his study since word reached us. Every time Mother looked at me, I knew it was not me she saw. The tremble of her lip and mist of her eyes reminded me of my new reality. A reality where I drew breath as my twin did not.

I could not process it. Not at first. I would wait for a letter from him in the mail. His ramblings of doing good, of being better a constant any time he opened his mouth. Oh my good brother. Miles away. Hung in the districts for treason.

The first few weeks the house was silent. I could make out Mothers frequent sobs through the day. Other times the deep gait of Fathers boots from his room to his office. Rarely from his office to his room. Our home became much like a graveyard. Empty and cold.

This remained until the day Mother and I woke to every picture of Sejanus in the foyer gone. Mother sobbed for her baby, one would think Father was withholding her actual child. Still, my Father, the stern unforgiving statue of a man, refused to return all that remained of her son to her.

The first thing I began to forget was his voice. All the hours he spent in my room ranting angrily about our father. I’d lay on my bed watching him pace, his passion fueled and furious. I thought maybe he’d be president someday. Panem needed the likes of him.

“Well eventually Fathers time will come to pass and it’ll be you in the position of wealth and power. Be patient sweet brother. You’ll do great things, I just know it.”

He’ll hang in the poorest district branded a traitor. Some say he cried for Mother. Others say he cried for me. Oh how it was few and far between but make no mistake, I wept for my brother. My kind, sweet, sensitive dead brother.

As his voice faded over time so did the small details of his presence. How his curls always stayed so effortlessly in place unlike my own that would become frizzy in a moments notice. The way he his nose would scrunch when he laughed. His obnoxious snores he would deny whenever called out on it.

See, Father was happy to erase Sejanus from our home. His memory a reminder of everything our Father could never be. A compassionate soul. A loving brother and son. A good man.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐭 𝐌𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐨𝐫

Then came Coriolanus Snow. His gaze distant as he stood in our foyer, my father greeting him like a son returning home from travels. Long gone the hand made shirts and boots a size too tight. The messy haired Snow appeared far different, he too have died back in twelve. I wondered if he hung too or perhaps his fate was far worse. A mystery to never be solved, especially not if Coriolanus Snow could help it.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” His gaze bounced between myself and Mother. My Father said nothing while Mother embraced Coriolanus as I stared at him.

“Are you?” My words earned a stern tone from Father and scoldings from Mother. I offered a forced apology my eyes never leaving the leech standing in my family home. Gaining the world from the misfortune that befell my dear Sejanus. My father’s new pride and joy. At dinner Father was thrilled to announce his replacement son would join my side at University come the new term.

I left the table without a word. My father yelled for me to return as Mother assured our unwelcome guest it was not personal. Yet it was. Sejanus was to be with me for my first day of University. Not Coriolanus Snow.

Perhaps it was unfair. My brother was dead and I had already spent a lifetime despising my father. So who better to bear the brunt of my anger than the man who gained it all as I suffered my deepest loss.

𝐈 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐈, 𝐈 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐆𝐨

The night before our first day I stayed in my room. A knock at my door was an unexpected and unwelcome one. Mother was never a night owl and never in all my years had Father come to my room. Opening my door I crossed my arms leaning on the jamb. He stands holding a white rose his blue eyes piercing into my blank stare.

“I know you aren’t thrilled about me being here. I uh—I just wanted to wish you a good first day tomorrow,” Coriolanus spoke slowly. The rose still lingered in the air between us. I did not grab it.

“What happened to my brother?” His eyebrows quirked at my question, his lips parted as though he wanted to speak but nothing could leave him. I tilted my head my eyes narrowed before I retreated into my room leaving the door agape. At my shelf I rifled through the few papers and momentos of my own before finding the crumple paper stained with faded ink. The smudge writing typical for my left handed counterpart. My eyes on the paper as I return to the jamb, “…Coriolanus is here too. It’s nice to not be alone. His songbird is here, he plays it cool when I mention her but you can tell he cares for her. We’re like brothers, after what he did for me during the games. I’m going to protect him—“

𝐌�� 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥

“Are you accusing me of something?” His own eyes narrowed down at me. The glint in them something I could not put into words, at the time I had no knowledge of the nerve I struck.

“Did you know of his plans?” I asked crossing my arms, my tone lowered. Father was always a light sleeper, if he had even been sleeping.

Coriolanus sighed, his gaze locked on my own unblinking. I narrowed my eyes and stared up at him. He shouldn’t be here. In my family home, enjoying all the luxuries owed to my brother, not him.

“I did,” Coriolanus confessed. He wet his lips, as he shared his knowledge of treason so casually.

“Then why is my brother gone and you’re here?” The waver of my voice cracked my hardened resolve. My body trembled beneath the weight of too many emotions to sort. Confusion. Rage. Grief. Disbelief. I choked back a cry and allowed Coriolanus to pull me in his arms as I sobbed into his shoulder.

“Sejanus loved you more than anything. I promised I’d look after you,” Coriolanus touch was soothing as he poured honey in my ears. Capitalizing off my vulnerability. My brother’s true final words to me slipped from my grasp as I took comfort from the source of my grief.

“—I have already requested a leave of absence for your first day of University. Look at the bright side sister. You won’t have to fuss about my hair being better than yours on your big day. They have buzzed my curls from me. We’ll be together soon, sister. Give Mother my love. With love. Your brother, Sejanus.”

𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐁𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞

[devildom-moss]

Hi there! Hope you’re having an amazing day today! If you can may we please get some headcaons for the obey me brothers with a MC who’s like super funny like outrageously funny? Maybe they don’t show it at first due to the fact that they’re living in a house with 7 demons that would turn them into a hashtag if they breathed the wrong way but slowly start to relax after a while and start showing their talent in making people laugh. Thank you if you decide to do this! 🫶🏾

This took longer than I wanted it to, but I hope you like it!

MC is actually hilarious headcanons

Lucifer

He has a love-hate relationship with your sense of humor. 

On one hand, your ability to make him laugh warms his heart. He knows he can be a bit uptight, but the fact that you’re funny enough to get him to laugh is a comfort – knowing that he can rely on you to lift his spirits with just an off-handed comment that happens to be the funniest thing he has heard all day. 

However, he hates that you once again have power over him. First it was the pact, and now you can just make him laugh in the middle of an important meeting. That would be incredibly embarrassing for him. 

Lucifer suspected that you might have a sense of humor when he overheard a comment you made under your breath about one of his brothers. He had to stifle a chuckle to avoid being caught eavesdropping. 

His suspicions were confirmed when he walked into the common room to investigate the commotion only to find half of his brothers nearly dying of laughter with you in the middle – Asmo was even wheezing. 

He enjoys watching you put a smile on his brothers’ faces.

Mammon

He loves when you make him laugh – especially when he starts laughing so loudly that someone yells at him to shut up. It just makes him crack up even harder. He’ll lock eyes with you after being chastised and then double over in laughter again.

However, Mammon doesn’t want you sharing your jokes with anyone else. The very idea that you could possibly be making anyone else laugh breaks his heart. 

Mammon was probably the first person to realize that you have comedic talent. Something about hanging out alone with him in his room gave you the opportunity and confidence to joke around with him.

He was surprised as he gasped for air. When did you become so funny? 

Whenever you make him laugh, he instinctively leans in closer to you. If you make him laugh enough, he ends up with his head against your shoulder – laughing against your skin with tears in his eyes.

Leviathan 

He’s jealous that you have all the talent. “You’re too OP-ed, MC.”

How can someone be so funny and gorgeous and the best human he has ever known? Levi wishes he could be funny like you. If he could make you laugh the way you can make others laugh, maybe you would be able to love him forever. 

He and Asmo were the next to be exposed to your comedic talent while you, Levi, Asmo, and Mammon were watching a movie in Levi’s room. 

However, it makes it harder for him to game with you because you can throw him off by making him laugh or by flirting with him. If he’s serious about the game, he warns you, “no jokes.”

Levi makes you tell him jokes when he feels anxious outside of the house; it’s hard to panic when he can’t focus on anything else through the laughter.

Satan

Satan appreciates your humor. What he doesn’t appreciate is that he was the last person to experience your funny side.

Between spending a lot of time in the library/places where you’re expected to be quiet, his slightly intimidating personality, and his quick wit that could easily cut you down if you misspoke, it was hard to feel comfortable enough to joke around him.

He was pretty pissed when he walked into the House of Lamentation after a dinner with his acquaintance to find all of his brothers laughing around the dining room table – even Lucifer was covering his mouth and attempting to stifle a laugh. When he asked what was going on and Lucifer glanced in your direction, Satan was surprised that you were the source of their absolute breakdown laughing fit. Even though he was irritated to be the last one, he didn’t ask for the playback and figured that if you were that funny, he’d get his chance eventually.

Once he knows that you’re a comedic genius, he keeps trying to weaponize your humor: encouraging you to break Lucifer during meetings or parties or making you distract his brothers so he can sneak another cat into the house.

When he’s angry, talking to you soothes that rage more than most things. It’s as if his sweet laughter filling a room snuffs out the fire burning under his skin like a charm – like you were charming him.

Asmodeus 

Asmo loves that your humor can brighten a room. You’re such a good time, and he loves spending time with you because he knows you’ll bring a smile to his face. 

Once you are comfortable enough to show your funny side, Asmo loves taking you out to parties. Who else gets to say they came with the funniest, second most beautiful person at the party? 

He’s so proud of loving and being loved by someone who can bring a smile to a room full of demons. As much as he craves being the center of attention, he also adores watching you shine.

One of his favorite things is coming home late from a party with you - the both of you trying to stifle your laughter as you sneak back into his room. When he just collapses into bed with you, his laughter finally free to reverberate off the walls, he feels so much peace and love for you.

How funny you are can make him feel a bit insecure. Asmo knows he’s gorgeous, but he can never be as clever and hilarious as you. What if being beautiful and stylish isn’t enough to keep you around? He will completely disregard his ability to be loving and creative.

Beelzebub

This boy is always busy with his club activities, and he can be a bit dense and hard to joke around with, so he is one of the last to discover your comedic talent. 

He walked into the House of Lamentation to find Asmo and Belphie doubled over on the couch while you were pacing the room and telling them a story about your week (aka putting on a miniature stand-up show). He leaned against the doorframe, quietly admiring you in your element. In that moment, the affection he had for you dug a little deeper into his heart than before.

Beel is delighted to discover that you can make his brothers and loved ones laugh.

Other than the sound of someone working in the kitchen accompanied by the smell of a home-cooked meal, the sound of his brothers laughing feels more like home than anything else. Beel and his brothers laugh more after you start to open up and joke around with them, and as such, he has never been more at peace.

Sometimes when you make Beel laugh (mostly when you’re alone with him), he has a tendency to grab you and pull you closer until you can feel his breath against your skin. His laughter seems to vibrate through your body and his happiness is infectious.

Belphegor

Belphie prides himself on understanding you, so even though Mammon was the first person you joked with and Asmo and Levi got to witness your humor before him, he is still happy that he knew you’d be funny if you were just comfortable enough.

“I knew it,” he admits almost breathlessly. Normally, he might get jealous and possessive, wishing that you had started to show him your funny side first. However, he’s too pleased that you are finally comfortable enough around him to show him another side of yourself.

Like Beel, Belphie likes to hold you when you make him laugh. He won’t let go until you or his brothers pry him off.

Your humor can (occasionally) keep Belphie awake, which can be annoying when he’s exhausted, but he would happily lose a bit of sleep to keep you the way you are.

He won’t admit it, but he appreciates that you can lighten the mood and cheer up his brothers – especially Beel. That said, Belphie would also like you to use your humor to help him come up with better pranks on Lucifer or make up creative nicknames to insult Lucifer with.

Belphie asks you to rename the group chats and nicknames for his contacts in his phone. It can make him chuckle easily – even after a bad day.

I didn't mean to push Friday's post all the way to Sunday - almost Monday. I'm going to try to post 3 requests and/or fics this week to make up for it. I finally have access to my computer again.

[haikyuu-sins]

Funny 23. With Law please! Maybe reader putting up a fight to their boyfriend Law when he’s trying to do a typical medical exam on them! Thank you! Take your time, hun, we’re here for you!

I did change the sentence juuust a little bit since a submarine isn’t exactly high up in the air, but i hope you like it! I also realized that i had this in my drafts and not in my queue this entire time 🙃 THEN i realized I wrote something completely different!! So i had to rewrite it. But I’m going to keep the first one, so you’re getting a 2 for 1 deal here. 

Characters: Trafalgar Law (One Piece) Warnings: Needles Genre: Crack

Today was your least favorite day of the year. The day that Law gave the crew shots. With going to so many islands, there was no saying what kinds of sicknesses we could get so Law always took precautions with us. He could cure diseases, yes. But a cold, our body’s just had to fight it off ourselves. He called you in and he could already see you cringing at the idea of getting shots. “CAptain I don’t want it..” You gave him a side eye as his long legs brought him over a little quicker than you wanted. You saw the needle in his hand and he flicked it. Little droplets came out of the tip of the needle and hit the floor. “No. Captain I’ve decided that I really don’t want it. I’ll be perfectly fine if you don’t give it to me. In fact! I’ll just never leave the submarine again! How does that sound?” You try and talk your way out of it, seeing if he’ll buy your excuse but he of course, does not. 

“Would you knock it off?” He rolled his eyes, just wanting to get this over with. You were the most difficult out of the crew when it came to getting anything done medically. “It’s just a little pinch and then it’s done. Please just cooperate with me this once?” he sighs. 

Your eye twitches at his response. That wasn’t what you wanted. You wanted him to agree with you–tell you that it was a great idea to never leave the submarine because that way you’d never have the chance to get sick. But no, Law is obviously not going to fall for that. 

In what seems like half a second, he’s at your side and your eyes widen. “Don’t you dare…” you start to move away from him but Law is much faster than you. He grabs you by the arm to keep you close to him, all while you're screaming and flailing about. “NO! Captain PLEASE! I’ll do dishes for the rest of my life! I’ll clean the bathrooms! I’ll do anything!” you try your best to bargain with him, but it’s all for naught. “Room.” 

“No!!” In a flash, your dominant arm is completely off your body and he’s holding it in his hand. 

“Give it back!” you yell at him as you try to grab your arm…with your dominant hand. 

“Ow!” you gasp out and feel a poke as he sticks the needle in it. “How dare you!” 

Law doesn’t say anything, but you know he feels smug about tricking you. 

“If you do that again I’m going to throw you out the window! …What are you doing?” 

He glanced over at the submarine window. “Checking to see if you could actually do it to see if it’s worth it. We’re in a sub afterall. Underwater, too. So good luck with that.” he smirks and reattaches your arm to your body. You grab it protectively and huff. 

“Mark my words. I’ll find a way.”

Warnings: Clown mention, fake knife. Characters: Trafalgar Law Genre: Crack, Modern!AU

A haunted house. It was all your idea. Why? Because you wanted to see if your boyfriend, Law actually got scared. The man was normally quite stoic, seemingly not bothered by much, if anything at all. So what better thing to do than to go to a haunted house and try to see if Law would have any sort of reaction to it. Little did you know, this was going to backfire horribly on you.

The haunted house you took him to was at an old hotel they decided to revamp for Halloween. Each floor had a different theme. One was clowns, another was chainsaws, then the last was different horror movies, like Friday the 13th and Scream. 

When you arrived, fake fog covered the ground and you couldn’t see where you were stepping. You were excited about it, your little plan was hopefully going to work. But when you looked over at Law, he has an unamused look on his face and it made you roll your eyes. 

“Oh come on Law! Can you at least look excited or even nervous about this? It’s gonna be fun!” You pout up at the taller man. 

“I don’t see much to be scared about…” He glances around, not knowing what exactly he should be nervous about. “It’s not like it’s real.” You roll your eyes once more at your boyfriend. 

The two of you enter the first floor and you admit, it’s not as scary as you thought it would be. There are people who jump out at you and sure, it gives you a little fright, but it’s not until the third floor where they’re actually chasing you that it gets scarier. Law smirks to himself, as he gets an idea. He slips away behind you and you don’t notice that he’s gone until you jump back and don’t feel yourself bump into his chest like you had before. “Law?” you shout out his name, brows furrowing as you turn in circles. “Law! Where did you go?!” it was at this point you started to get freaked out. The sound from Friday the 13th plays in the background which just serves to make your heart race. 

“Babe! Come on!” you groan in frustration now that you’re alone but it wasn’t for long because when you turned around, there’s Jason with a fake bloodied knife in his hand. You scream in a panic as you jump back against the wall. The horror movie character pins you against it so you can’t escape. But what you hear next, isn’t what you expect. You don’t expect to hear your boyfriend’s laugh as he takes off the mask. “You little shit!” you yell at him, hitting him in the chest. “If you do that again I’m going to throw you out this window! …what are you doing…?” you look at him through narrowed eyes as he glances out the window. “Checking to see how high the drop is to see if it’s worth it.” he smirks lazily at you and you just hit his chest again, huffing as you walk away from him. Nothing here was going to scare you anymore since you were just mad at him now. Maybe not mad, per say, but definitely embarrassed. “You’re a jerk!” 

“You have to admit that was pretty funny.” Law chuckled, following you to the elevator at the end of the haunted house. 

Your arms cross over your chest and you look away from him. “Was not.” 

The two of you sat there, Law chuckling every once in a while as he remembered your reaction and scared face. You waited until the elevator went to the first floor but it seemed like it was taking too long. It wasn’t until it jolted and stopped midway that you both realized what happened. 

The idea of being stuck in an elevator didn’t exactly appeal to him. But if it was with you…well that was a whole different story.

[lovesickgolbach]

Words I didn't say 3 || LN4

Description: Things were different this time around.

Pairings: Lando Norris x Verstappen!reader

Warnings: none! actually, my dutch might be a liiiiiittle off so sorry about that, at least i tried :)

A/N: hello! hi! my writing style has DRASTICALLY changed so this fic is like 10x better quality than the other two so... oops. Maybe i'll rewrite them one day, maybe not. we'll see.

but for now- enjoy and thank you for reading <3

Part 1 , Part 2

A week had gone by since you and Max had your falling out, he had texted you but you had ignored them all by leaving him on read or just archiving the chat so that his name wouldn’t be on your screen every time you opened your phone.

You were deeply hurt by Max’s actions, not just because of the yelling, but because he accused you of lying. It hurt because he was your twin brother, literally your other half, he was your best friend and you know everything about each other (yes, everything). How he could accuse you of lying to him so easily just baffles you.

The thing is— Max knows how you feel about your father, he knows why you never initiate any sort of communication from your side with him, even though he’s at nearly every race weekend. You’ve accepted the fact that Max will always worship your father and you respect his decision not to completely cut him off, but you spoke with him about this and he knows to keep Jos away from you.

You sit on Lando’s couch, swimming in your thoughts as you stare at a message from Kelly, this was the first text she has sent you all week, not wanting to get between you and your brother’s drama. You sigh, locking your phone and tossing it to the side.

“Hey,” Lando speaks up as he walks into the apartment, looking sweaty and disheveled from his workout. You had to physically restrain yourself from not jumping on top of him. Things have been mostly normal between the two of you, the only thing that’s changed is that you aren’t dating anymore. You don’t sleep in his bed, you don't kiss or have sex or cuddle when you watch movies. You’ve been sleeping in the guest room since that night you showed up at his doorstep in tears.

“Hey,” you respond, shooting him a soft smile. “How was the workout?” You question, watching him as he refills his water bottle and taking a few sips. “It was alright, fucking hot but it was alright.” He flops down next to you on the couch, letting out a huff of air.

“Heard anything from Max?” he questions, looking over at you. You roll your eyes, “What do you think? Even Kelly is texting me now. Says he’s been quiet,” You shrug, shifting to cross your legs. Lando looks over at you, “He was at the gym, when I got there. He looks like shit, honestly. He did try talking to me, but I ignored him. I was sure he was almost in tears when I walked off.” His expression is neutral as he speaks, wanting to gauge your answer.

“Good.” Is all you say in response. Yeah, you feel bad for making your brother (who doesn’t like to get emotional) cry, but he had yelled at you and sent you into a full blown panic attack. He deserved to be upset. He deserved to be worried.

“Y/N—” Lando starts, but you cut him off by lifting your hand to silence him. “I am planning on going back to his place anyway, tomorrow. He’ll survive one more night.”

Lando just nods, before getting up. “I’m going to hop in the shower. Do you… want to talk after I’m done?” he questions, you just nod, “Yeah, we should talk, properly, I guess.”

He nods silently before making his way over to his bedroom and closing the door.

You shouldn’t. You really shouldn’t.

But you do it anyway.

You jump up from the couch, running over to his room before opening the door, not bothering to knock. Lando lets out a surprised scream, standing in only his white boxers, trying to desperately cover himself up. “Y/N!? What are you—”

You cut him off with a kiss, smashing your lips together roughly, he instantly kisses back, his hands finding their way to your waist. You pull back after a moment, breathless and red-lipped from the kissing. You look into his eyes, those gentle blue-green eyes you fell in love with when you first looked at him.

“This is not me fully forgiving you… we need to— we need to discuss a few things still, but this is me telling you I still love you, I still want to be with you and— and I do love you, I still love you, I never stopped, Lando, But if— if we want us to work out, we can’t hide anymore, I don’t want to hide anymore. I want to kiss you in the paddock and sit in your garage, I want to hold your hand in public, I want to be known as your girlfriend.” Your words come out shaky, a few tears running down your face.

Lando nods rapidly, “Yes, yes anything you want, baby, anything. I won’t lose you again, I won’t. I’m so sorry, so so sorry.” He pulls you into a tight hug which you reciprocate immediately. You feel so safe with him. Your heart is his, it always has been.

“Do you… want to join me in the shower?” Lando asks, unsure of where your boundaries are set at this point in time. It’s not like he’s never seen you naked so you shrug, before pulling your top off.

“Why not,” You smile, taking his hand and dragging him into the bathroom.

–

The next day, Lando drives you back to your brother's place, parking in the driveway. You turn to him, kissing his cheek softly. “I think it’s better if i do this alone, okay? I will text you.”

Lando nods, giving you a reassuring smile. “You can do this, I love you.”

“I love you too.” You kiss him again quickly before walking to the front door and letting yourself in. Before you can even step a foot into the house you are nearly tackled to the ground by a little figure.

“Y/N!!!!!!” The little girl screeches, trying to practically climb her way up into your arms. “Hey sweet P!” You plaster on a smile, picking her up and hugging her tightly. God, you loved this little girl so much. “Missed you,” She mumbles into your neck and you can't help the sting you feel in your chest. You didn't think about her when you left, usually she would see you at least once or twice every week, your chest stings thinking about how she was probably waiting for you to visit but you never came.

“I missed you too,” You kiss her cheek as you make your way to the living room, where you found your brother, yelling into his headphones at whoever he was playing with.

You move so that you're in his field of vision, still cradling P against your chest. His head snaps up when he sees you.

“Y/N…” Max looks surprised to see you.

You place P down gently, “Go play upstairs and I will come play with you okay?” You smile brightly at the little girl who nods vigorously, making a beeline for the stairs.

“Do not run up the stairs Penelope!” Max yells after her, turning back to you before placing his controller down.

"Y/N…” He starts again but you shake your head, effectively cutting him off. “I do not want your excuses. Ik verdiende niet wat je me hebt aangedaan.” I did not deserve what you did to me.

Max looks down at his hands. “Jij bezit my niet,” You don't own me. You growled, feeling the same kind of anger you felt just a week prior. “You are my brother and that is it, I can do with my life what I want. You don't get to yell at me like Dad used to, you don't get to yell at me and expect me to just—” you vaguely gesture with your hands, “— crack and tell you everything.”

“En Max, hoe durf je me te beschuldigen van liegen!” And Max, how dare you accuse me of lying! Your voice came out as a low, calm growl. You take a deep breath, trying not to fucking combust on the spot.

Max is silent, but nods.

“Did you… did you… did you…have a panic attack? When you left?” He asks after a beat of silence, his eyes brimmed with tears. You know your brother isn't a crier, so this is hurting him just as much as it's hurting you. It’s gone too far.

"Yeah... I went straight to Lando's... I couldn't—" You shut your eyes, squeezing them together in an attempt to stop the tears. It's all become too much. It's all been blown way out of proportion.

You let your boyfriend and Max’s best friend get in the way of your relationship you have with your brother. The special bond you two had, has been damaged because of some stupid boy. You both were blinded, Max was blinded by his protectiveness of you and you were blinded by your loyalty to Lando.

You sigh, moving across the room to sit down next to him. You lay your head on his shoulder. “Why did you say I lied to you… I have never ever lied to you, Max.” Your voice was laced with pure hurt, your heart breaking from the beginning just thinking of Max accusing you of lying.

“I was just angry, Y/N. He promised to not hurt you and he did, he did hurt you and I was just so fucking angry, I could not believe you were defending him…”

Silence fell upon the room again, the only sound that could be heard was the rhythmic sniffling coming from you and Max. He laid his head against yours.

“Je leek zoveel op papa op dat moment. It was so scary, Max.” You looked so much like Dad in that moment. You let out a sob that you've been trying to suppress. Your brothers’ arm wraps around your shoulder's protectively.

“Het spijt me, Y/N, vergeef me alsjeblieft,” I am so sorry, Y/N, please forgive me. Max looks over to you, and all you can do is nod. It wouldn't help anyone if you just stayed angry, and you were exhausted anyways.

You just wanted things to go back to normal.

And slowly but surely they did, you had eventually moved back in with Lando, your relationship had slowly but surely gotten back to where it was, perhaps even better than it was. Max had been trying his best to not be overbearing, giving you space and trying not to play the role of an overprotective brother who gives his sister no freedom.

There was definitely still some tension between Max and Lando, Max still didn't fully trust him with you after everything, but things were different now. The public knew about your relationship now, girls no longer flung themselves at your boyfriend, touching him and feeling him up and down at every opportunity thinking he’s single. Lando had been working on proving himself, that he’s changed, that he's loyal to you and only you.

Things were different this time around.

Things have been good.

Things will get even better.

You can't wait to see what the future holds.

[qqtxt]

[🐯] drop dead silence

✿ pairing: beomgyu x reader / idol!txt / non.idol!you / fluff / 3,370 words / reader calls beomgyu ‘beomie’, yeonjun ‘jun’ / a sprinkle of curse words here and there, sexual implications at the end but nothing explicit! ✿ in which the boys are the ones on your side after beomgyu promises not to scream into the night because you needed to get things done (and yes, he persuaded you to be at the dorm so you can kind of see where this all started...) ✿ lmao idk what this is but it just popped into my mind and i can’t get it out until i write it so here it is (?) [masterlist 🌸] 

the night at the boys’ dorm was usually peaceful... for the most part. sometimes (oftentimes–too many damned times, yeonjun sighs) it gets a little wild when beomgyu decides to play his computer games and nearly wake up the whole damned neighbourhood. heck, might as well throw in the whole country for good measure.

tonight, however, he said he’ll be good. he’ll do his best not to make it too noisy because, well, that’s what came with the terms and conditions when he asked you to stay over for the night.

i... i really need to get this done, beomie. i wouldn’t want you to stop playing your games so–

i’ll be quiet! swear! on my life!

choi beomgyu should be dead then.

you were being tolerant, you really, really were... but nothing was making sense in your mind when you tried to focus. it’s just paperwork but god, it’s the fact that it was paperwork that made you need the peace and quiet so you can get it all done in one go. it would’ve made more sense for you to just stay home but with the way he added a laundry list of reasons why you should stay the night made it all the more reasonable to come over and spend the night.

the plan after you were done with what you had to do was to spend time with him, maybe watch a movie in his room, put it on the computer screen and laze on the bed. but as of now... you were far from being done because you can’t focus with the screaming and yells that soon transpire that beomgyu seems to have forgotten about it.

that gets you to pack up your things and in the midst of him getting into the next round, you manage to slip out of his room without a trace. all you have was the files and a couple of stationeries you could muster up together. peeking to the living room, you notice that taehyun’s playing games with kai, much more civil than the mess of an alarm going off in beomgyu’s room.

at the slight sound of the door, taehyun glances over his shoulder and already sighs, shaking his head. “already?”

kai tears his gaze from the screen in front of him, turning to the side to–”ah, that stupid butthead.”

“d’you wanna do your work out here?” taehyun offers, tapping on the coffee table. the only reason why he doesn’t offer his room with kai is because let’s just say, they recently tried to do some spring cleaning, only to leave everything everywhere. kai tries to lower down the sounds from the game so you two could converse properly, only to slip and–”yah! turn it down!” taehyun smacks kai’s shoulder, to which the latter winces and–”i’m trying!”

“i’ll go to soobin or jun’s room!” you manage to speak over the noise, and while kai’s still trying his best to lower down the noise, taehyun lifts up an ‘o.k.’ sign, “okay!”

as you pad down the hall, you notice that it’s quiet in both yeonjun and soobin’s room. standing between both of their doors, you decide to lift a hand to yeonjun’s room, well-aware that he would be listening to music most of the time, so it would be like you’re not even there. soobin’s mentioned he practices his lines or his singing at times, so you wouldn’t want to get in the way of that. 

two knocks, but it goes unheard. you decide to twist the door open and poke your head through, trying your best to capture his attention as he lays on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

he notices you and sits up, pushing his headphones off, eyes widening a little, “sorry. yes?”

“could i do my work here? beomie’s a little...” you do a sign next to your head, a gesture, and yeonjun offers you empathy at the sight of the files in your hands. he nods and motions you to–”of course. come in.”

with a grateful sigh, you step in and close the door but as the door clicks shut, you look to yeonjun who’s raising a brow at you, but he’s comfortable to have your company.

“can i lock the door?” you ask, and he shrugs, “whatever.” then he’s curious, “why though?”

“so that piece of shit can’t just come in whenever he wants... maybe get him to tone it down a little so he remembers next time...”

yeonjun knews–freaking knew–he vibes with you all along. not only did he ever think this day would come, but if you–oh goodness you–could be one of his weapons to get some peace and quiet in this damned house and yes, a thousand times yes. he’s seen the way beomgyu would immediately cave at your fingertips, all because he’s well-aware of how much beomgyu truly loves you. it’s a cruel world, baby, and you’ve gotta learn how to live in it. his face morphs into one that painstakingly went through countless of nights of blasting music so he can sleep to drown out the sound of beomgyu’s voice and he immediately agrees. “lock the shit out of that door.”

as you turn the lock on the door, you then make your way to his desk originally, but then he pats the end of his bed and tosses a pillow for you to sit on the floor with. you scoff and put the files on the end of his bed, “thanks.”

he shakes his head, “don’t mention it.”

his gesture is kind, thoughtful, to say the least. you’ve mentioned a couple of times that you enjoy sitting on the floor compared to by a desk sometimes and it seems like he remembers. plus, he can’t be bothered to clear up his desk, so it’s a win-win solution.

it’s peace and quiet as yeonjun puts in one side of his earphones and the other left vacant for small talk here and there. nothing substantial, just the usual practice going okay? yeah, not too bad. beomgyu being a menace? if he wasn’t, something would definitely be wrong. then it trails to the deeper side of  the conversation where it consists of ever thought what it would be if you weren’t an idol? dunno, maybe a model? could i even pass as a model? have you looked at yourself, jun? a freaking greek god, if you asked me. ah, this is why you’re my fave.

you’ve managed to scrape by and finish whatever you needed, closing the last file and flopping onto the floor after that. yeonjun chuckles, taking his earphone off entirely and putting it by his side, folding his arms as he sees a part of your head from where he was and where you were.

“gonna go back to his room now?”

“dunno, maybe only when he notices–”you’re interrupted when you hear a door opening and then beomgyu’s voice bellows–”y/n!!!”

with a deep sigh, you put one foot up on yeonjun’s bed, “can i ever, ever catch a break?”

yeonjun laughs, “you’re the one who decided to get together with him. it was your choice.”

“yeah, if only he’d shut up once in a while...”

“you don’t mean that.”

“yeah, i don’t. but i do when i had a stack of paperwork to finish and he’d promise he’d be quiet.” you move your foot from his bed to sit up, now hair disheveled, but you don’t care, “hell, he’s the one who asked me to come over! swore it on his life he’d be quiet. well, guess he can drop dead now, no?”

yeonjun chuckles out of pity, because he knows the feeling all too well. so all he can do do is let out a deep breath and extend his arm out to you for a high five, “i’m so sorry, poor soldier.”

you return his high five with the same time of voice, “you too, comrade.”

it’s a couple of seconds after the little facade that you two break out into a laugh. it’s... nice, being able to relate with someone who knows what beomgyu’s love language tends to be. sure, he can be loud and outright annoying at times, but it just shows he cares. lights up the world the same way he wants people to enjoy life; not take it too seriously, but there’s a time and place for everything and he knows it.

as you two sink in the silence momentarily, it’s short-lived when there’s banging on yeonjun’s door. you two give each other look as if you two share the same sentiment: we knew this was gonna happen sooner or later.

“hyung!!!” three bangs to the door. 

“yeonjun-hyung!!!” beomgyu yells, still tapping on the door, frantic, smaller movements.

“what, you brat?!” yeonjun screams back from the bed, unmoving.

“i know y/n’s in there! let me in!” there’s a couple more bangs, then the door handle jiggles because he’s trying to get in but to no avail.

all yeonjun does is look to you because this is your battle than it is his. sighing, you crawl towards the door and tap on the lower half, because that’s where you were. at the sound of a tap, it gets beomgyu to quiet down.

it’s quiet, so quiet that–

“yah, choi beomgyu!” you raise your voice, and it falls dead silent on the other end. not even the sounds of taehyun and kai’s game could mask the quietness that soon falls–because it’s turned off. it’s the first time you’re yelling and honestly, none of them had expected this to happen–but they did at the same time given beomgyu’s frequency of... volume.

“you said you’d keep quiet when i come over to do my work, and you’re doing nothing but yelling like a banshee!” you hit the door, “it’s midnight. midnight, you monster!”

you hear his whines next to the door, then a couple of thumps as he’s knocking his head on it, “i’m sorry... please come out? come out so i can make it up to you...”

you fold your arms in front of your chest as you sit cross-legged in front of the door. you look over to your shoulder to see yeonjun gagging at beomgyu’s way of softening up to you, but then reality sinks in his bones and he mouths wait, just wait and see what he says next. don’t give in yet!

so you keep silent and there’s a couple more whines, mixed with groans of being upset and then he chooses to speak again.

“i’m sorry... i’ll... i’ll do better. please? please come out, i miss you...”

you’re about to open the door, hand to the handle but yeonjun–”don’t! c’mon, make him work for it.” yeonjun half-whispers, half-yells, only audible for you to make up the words but beomgyu could hear yeonjun’s voice.

“yah! hyung! stay out of it!” beomgyu nudges against the door and it makes you scoff a laugh. you look at yeonjun and he nods, as if he’s giving you the green light to go on, just say what you want. you deserve to voice out what you want just as much as beomgyu screams it at the top of his lungs.

with a deep breath, you shakily exhale and turn to face the door.

“choi beomgyu,” you knock on the door to get his attention, but he hates how you’re not calling him what you usually do.

“hey...” he whines, tapping the door lightly, “don’t call me that...”

“choi beomgyu!” you don’t know where the surge of energy comes from, but you’re yelling his full name, the pitch of your voice higher and louder than usual that soobin (because beomgyu barged into soobin’s room thinking you’d be in there so in the end he comes out of his room and hurdles in the living room with the two youngest), taehyun and kai peeking from the living room is lowkey afraid, but also impress that oh my god, the day has come. someone can actually tame choi beomgyu, the self-proclaimed tiger himself.

“...yes?” he answers meekly, cheek pressed to the door.

“promise me that if i ask you to be quiet, you’ll be quiet.” with a bated breath, you continue, “and if you don’t, i’m not going to one of the guys room next time, i’m going home.”

you hear him gasping, then he tries to muster a response, “b-but, what if, i mean...”

unmoving, you keep your arms crossed in front of your chest, almost puffing it out as you stood your ground (or sat). you hear yeonjun clapping softly, his whisper that follows, good. good good good. great job, y/n! you reach out to give him a fist bump that he returns enthusiastically.

even though it’s only been a minute or so, it feels like forever given the high tension. it soon calms when beomgyu taps on the door with his finger, “i promise. pinky promise. come out now, please?”

“pinky promise, first.” you say, rising from where you are and making moves to unlock the door. beomgyu quickly rises to his feet, expectant to lock pinkies with the first hand he sees that pops through the gap. when he gives it a tug, he huffs when–”yah! yeonjun-hyung!!!”

“go, go, go!” yeonjun eggs you on to slip past the two of them, files and stationeries forgotten to be damned as you effortlessly get past. yeonjun has beomgyu in a chokehold as he scrambles to get free, wiggling his arms at the direction you left.

“here, here!” kai motions for you to soobin’s room, and all three of them (the spectators watching out in the living room earlier) rush to follow suit to slam the door and lock it. it’s all fun and games, hushed giggles and cheeky remarks being made until beomgyu threatens and most certainly will scream at the top of his lungs that someone kidnapped his partner and he’s about to cause a scene to the point neighbours would report to the police.

horror fills everyone’s system at the thought and even yeonjun’s a little wary with: “g-guys... guys!”

the door to soobin’s room clicks and it creaks open. yeonjun still struggles to hold beomgyu in place, resorting to sit on top of him in front of soobin’s door. the two of them look up to you stepping through, soobin, kai and taehyun lingering behind you as you decide okay, fine, enough of torturing for one night.

at the sight of you, the boys watch as beomgyu’s demeanour changes when you crouch in front of him and put your pinky out. despite the fact that yeonjun is still sitting on him, he giddily reaches out to lock pinkies with you and then he starts to whine, “come back to my room, please?”

“fine, you big baby. but i meant what i said, and there are four witnesses here that saw you making that promise.”

he nods frantically, still hooking his pinky onto yours, “promise! promise, promise, promise.”

“get–get off me, hyung!” beomgyu grunts, still unable to get up. yeonjun looks to you with a small pout, and you chuckle, patting his shoulder as a sign to yeah, let him go.

“unbelievable,” yeonjun mutters under his breath, getting off beomgyu so you can pull him up. on his feet, beomgyu scrambles to retrieve your things from yeonjun’s room as you slowly walk towards beomgyu’s room. you wave the boys goodnight and beomgyu pokes his tongue at yeonjun (and tosses a smug grin at the rest of them) before he disappears back to his room with you.

the door then clicks to a lock, and the boys want no part of it.

“y’all have your headphones, right?” yeonjun asks, standing by the frame of his door, “yep.” the rest of them answer, returning back to their rooms and refusing to chance on whether they might accidentally hear shouts or screams that are not in the usual realm of beomgyu’s voice range.

...

despite their corrupted thoughts (which might’ve been correct on other days but today... well maybe not yet), the silence could truly not get any quieter than this. when beomgyu’s putting your things onto his table along with your stationeries, you’ve crawled onto the bed. just as he turns around and catches you, he has a frown on his face, a soft sound of disapproval coming out of his lips as he quickly crawls after you before you can hide yourself under the blanket.

he’s managed to pull you out and he makes you situate between his legs; lights switched off, in the dark, apart from the moonlight casting from the window and the dim glow of his computer screen. he has his back leaning on the headrest and you against his chest, arms circling around you as he buries his face in your neck, squeezing you.

“i’m sorry... the game got the best of me and i... i just forgot.” he murmurs to your skin, but he’s certain you can hear every word. he presses a kiss to your neck, then one by the side of your ear, “i’m sorry.”

“i won’t play games when you need me to be quiet,” he says, like a promise (because it was), but there’s this tone of sincerity and honesty that makes you smile a little even though he can’t see it.

“i’m sorry, please forgive me?” he kisses the side of your head, “please?” he kisses the same spot again, finding ways to warm up to you and it’s working. you start to giggle and he finds this as a clear way in. he grins and starts to pepper your face with kisses, making you squeal as you fall to the bed and he rolls you over until you’re under him, legs tangled, breaths heavily heaving together he gazes down on you.

your hands trail up to his shoulders, one remaining there as the other threads through his hair. as you play with the strands of his hair, he keeps one arm around you as the other holds himself up on his elbow with his hand within reach to cup your cheek.

“still not gonna answer me, pretty thing?” he pouts a little, causing you to chuckle as your hand now moves to pillow against his cheek, that he very much willingly nuzzles into.

“yeah, yeah. you’re forgiven. as long as you keep to your promise.”

he nods into your touch, “mhm, yes. i will.”

“good,”

“good.”

beomgyu then turns his head, as if he’s surveying the condition outside of his room and notices how... oddly quiet it is. a smile finds its way to his lips and then his eyes crinkle at how much he’s smiling at you. you’re not fazed by it, and instead coax him to reveal to you what’s going on in that mind of his (because truly, no one can understand what’s going on, not even himself).

“what is it, handsome?”

“wanna make it up to you,” he says, leaning in and lightly brushing his nose over yours, lips merely an inch apart, “wanna make you feel good.”

“now?” your head tilts a little, eyes widening, but you’re not totally opposed by it. “with all the boys home?”

“that’s never stopped us before,” he grins, “besides, i did mean it when i say i miss you...”

“did you mean it when you said you were sorry?”

“of course,” he sounds offended, but you’re quick to shut up when he starts to shift down on your body, “which is why i’m gonna show you how sorry i am.”

you feel yourself clenching at the thought and your hands situate beside your body, elbows pushing yourself up to see how beomgyu continues to find his way between your legs. when he looks up and sees you’re staring, he smirks, “maybe now it’s your turn to scream, baby.”

...

((spoiler: you didn’t, but beomgyu most certainly kept trying. didn’t know which was hotter, the fact that you were trying hard not to make any sounds by thrashing about, burying your face in the mattress, or that you would resort to kissing him to moan against his lips. regardless, he’ll gladly take either one as long as he has you close to him.))

[lifesver]

cw messy parental dynamics, alcohol and some abuse mention / i think that like. leland doesn’t hate his dad completely. like sometimes he does, for sure. but it more has to do with how his dad treats his mom and sisters, he’ll always jump to defend them no matter what. but talking a bit about cecil and lorelai yesterday made me realize they were probably like, highschool sweethearts. star athlete and the pretty girl next door. i think that cecil was a lot like leland, until he wasn’t? i don’t think he was ever sensitive and emotional like leland is, but he was charming and sweet and smart. he was a bit older than lorelai when they got married young, pretty much out of highschool.

leland and his big sister april are probably the only two out of the four kids that remember when their parents really seemed in love with each other. swayed in the kitchen slowdancing and laughing, lorelai leaning into his car window to kiss him goodbye and wish him a good day at work. family dinner that wasn’t tense and weird half the time. and how that degraded over time for a lot of reasons and by the time highschool rolled around for leland, his dad felt a world apart from the one he knew as a kid. who used to take him to little league games and drive-in movies and tell him he was proud. and part of the illusion of it all was broken by seeing how worn down his mother had started to look and how he heard them arguing in the next room some nights.

and probably, when he started in school, cecil got tougher on him and expected him to grow out his sensitivity, the typical boys don’t cry shit. you’re not a little kid anymore, don’t be a pussy etc etc various 70s dad derogatory scolding. especially when leland got picked on, and his big sister had to come to his rescue. so leland practiced hiding that emotional side a lot and got really good at mirroring the things that made other people seem likeable. tried to fit himself into the right box. and by highschool it was suddenly all about expectations and appearances and leland was always pushing the hell out of himself in his academics and his athletics. and maybe his dad would be proud of him again if he became the starboy athlete of his small town, like cecil likely was before him. and he was proud of leland, in his own way, loved him in his own way. but by then he was also a heavy drinker, constantly pissed off coming home from work every night. taking that out on lorelai or leland typically and bringing a whole air of tension to the house when he was around and in a mood. and rly, leland didn’t mind taking the brunt of it if it meant his mom didn’t have to hide a bruise on her cheek with makeup the next day.

so anyway it’s all daddy issues but i think leland still like. holds positive feelings toward his father. at the very least still carries his father’s expectations on his shoulders, and craves that validation and love from him that he’s never really going to get. part of him kind of knows that, and as he’s gotten older, he puts up with being pushed around less and less. but he still freezes up and drops his gaze to the ground when his dad barks at him. if anyone yells at him or expresses disappointment, really. he’s so, so quick to apologize and retreat into himself. he still carries along the insecurity and fear of disappointing others into all his relationships. it’s still a piece of him that has yet to heal, but he’s working on it. and one day his friends help him really accept that he doesn’t have to take abuse from people like that, even if it’s your parent, even if you still love them. so yeah anyway,

[gamerwoo]

[SVT Imprinted] Wonwoo: Perfect (Part 4)

Characters: Wonwoo x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, college au, fluff, angst(???), reader’s pregnant, giving birth oh boy!!, reader makes some graphic threats lmao, for the record idk shit about giving birth :)

Word count: 3,696

Summary: Nine months of mood swings, weird cravings, and crying at the smallest things has finally led to one of the biggest moments in your life. You just hope Wonwoo doesn’t miss it.

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You were in the worst mood that afternoon. You were having bad stomach aches, Wonwoo wasn’t going to be home for a few more hours, and all you wanted was your mate to hold you and give you kisses. Therefore, you were grumpy and whiny – something that Jihoon and Hansol had to put up with since the alpha was trying to get in more time with his own mate.

You were also past your due date, which was making you irritable. You were supposed to have this baby around the time Juri and Seungcheol had their fight, but you were still just as pregnant as you were then, with no signs of that changing anytime soon.

Wonwoo didn’t mind it, though. He thought you were cute when you were pregnant. Not to mention him kissing your stomach and whispering to it and reading and singing to it was absolutely heartwarming, but still, you were in too much pain to want to be pregnant any longer.

“_____, just take the vitamins,” Jihoon sighed, still holding the bottle in his hand.

You shook your head furiously, holding one of the pillows on your bed to your chest as you sat by the headboard.

You were close to tears, and the two wolves saw that -- they didn’t know why but they assumed it was just because you were annoyed that you were still pregnant and tired and sore. Or maybe it was because you wanted Wonwoo – and it was partly that – but it was also because your stomach hurt so bad. You figured it was just the baby kicking again, so you just continued to squeeze your pillow and frown at the two wolves, trying to hold back frustrated tears.

“_____,” Hansol frowned, not liking that you were about to cry, “it’s okay. Wonwoo will be home soon, but you have to take these now. He’ll be too tired to remember to give them to you.”

You just shook your head again, glaring at the floor, “No. My stomach hurts and I don’t want to be pregnant anymore.”

Jihoon’s head cocked to the side slightly, “It hurts?”

You nodded, eyes flashing up to meet his yellow ones, “Yeah…”

“Is that why you’re crying?” he asked.

You shrugged, “Kinda… It’s just kicking harder, I think.”

Jihoon sat at the edge of the bed, studying you closely, “Does the pain come in intervals?”

He didn’t know much about being pregnant, but he’d seen enough movies and TV shows to know some things.

“I’m not keeping track!” you huffed, not liking that he was questioning you so much.

“Did your water break?”

“I-I don’t know. I thought it was just my bladder again…”

Jihoon groaned, his head rolling to look over at the younger wolf, “Go tell Seungcheol that _____’s going into labor. We need to go to the hospital now. Have Aya call her mom, too.”

“What?” you heartbeat was suddenly speeding up.

Suddenly, you were perfectly fine with this baby staying inside of you. You knew giving birth would hurt – even after it was over – and it wasn’t something you were really excited to deal with. Plus, you were just a human. You couldn’t heal like the wolves could, so you’d just be in pain for really long.

As Hansol rushed out of the room, Mingyu rushed in, “Did you say _____ is in labor?”

You started to feel the pain building in your stomach again, only this time, it was getting more intense.

“Yeah,” Jihoon nodded, hands moving to help you up, “so can you go call Wonwoo, please?”

“How can you tell?” Mingyu asked.

This pain was worse than the others, especially when you were moving, it seemed. You let out a yell of pain, unable to keep it in. Your hands gripped whatever you could – it happened to be Jihoon – squeezing has hard as you could.

Thankfully, he didn’t seem to mind.

“Just go call Wonwoo, you idiot!” the older wolf ordered.

Mingyu swiftly left, pulling his phone out from his pocket.

“Come on, we need to get you in the car,” he told you, trying to keep his voice calm and soft even though you were about to have a baby and he had no idea if you’d even make it to the hospital on time. “Where does Wonwoo keep the hospital bag?”

“C-Closet,” you breathed through the pain.

Jihoon could heard multiple footsteps storming up the stairs, and he hoped they were of people who planned to help rather than get in the way and ask questions. Thankfully, Joshua was leading the group upstairs, and was quick to help Seungcheol carry you down the stairs when asked. The rest of the group quickly moved out of the way, either scrambling up the stairs or rushing down them to make way.

“Somebody get the hospital bag from _____’s closet,” Joshua ordered, and somebody ran down the hall to retrieve it.

“Wonwoo didn’t answer his phone!” Mingyu called down the stairs.

“Well, then everybody better spam his phone,” Joshua laughed harshly, feeling your nails digging into the skin of his shoulder as you grunted and groaned at the pain, “because this baby is coming with or without him.”

“Without him?!” you cried.

No. There was no way in hell you were having a baby without him. You knew you couldn’t do it if Wonwoo wasn’t there. If he really didn’t show up, what were you going to do? Sure, your pack could be just as supportive, but you wanted your mate – the only person that ever truly made you feel safe.

“Shh, don’t worry, _____,” Seungcheol told you, his voice soft and reassuring, “he’ll show up. Wonwoo would never miss this.”

-

Everybody knew they couldn’t stay in the room with you the whole time, and since Joshua was already supposed to be in there anyway, you had to decide who would be your replacement Wonwoo until the real Wonwoo showed up – if he showed up.

While Seungcheol was helpful at home, you already knew he’d be awkward while you were in labor. While you thought Minghao or Junhui would be a good pick – they would have to go through this later with Yoona anyway – you figured the two wolves going through this once would be enough. Juri was one of your best friends and she was incredibly supportive, but you didn’t want to subject her to your possible screaming or possibly breaking her hand.

Aya seemed like your best option.

Aya was not only strong enough to handle your hand-squeezing, but she was also good at being reassuring. She was the best of both worlds, and it wouldn’t be awkward if she saw your vagina. She had seen it before anyway, and she planned on being in the room to help her mom and Joshua, so she seemed like the best choice. 

“Where’s Wonwoo?” you whined, already laying down in a bed as you waited to go to the delivery room to actually have the baby. You weren’t dilated enough yet, so you were just in a crowded room where your pack freely went in and out. “Why isn’t he answering?”

“He’s still at work so he probably hasn’t checked his phone,” Jeonghan tried to explain as he sat on a small couch-like chair and stared up at the ceiling.

“He’ll be here, _____,” Juri promised with a warm smile.

But he wasn’t there, and you didn’t hear anything from him for hours. It wasn’t until 10pm that Seungcheol came running into the room with his cellphone pressed to his ear.

“Wonwoo’s on his way,” he reported.

But then he didn’t get to the hospital until 11pm because he worked farther away from the hospital. And by that time, Joshua and Dr. Moon were both insisting you take the epidural, but you were refusing through tears because the needle looked big and you didn’t want them to stab your spine with it. But you had also been crying from pain since you showed up.

“_____, it’ll help you feel better,” Joshua’s soft voice tried to persuade you.

But you weren’t having it. You weren’t listening to anybody, not even Aya’s mother. You just wanted Wonwoo. Without your mate, you were just terrified and irritable.

“No!” you cried, tears still on your face from the last round of contractions that were particularly harsh. “That needle is massive, and I swear to god, Josh, I’ll jam it up your ass if you try to make me get anything using that thing!”

The small group had been trying to convince you off and on for hours until Wonwoo finally rushed into the room, hair a mess and breathing like he had run all the way from work to the hospital.

As soon as you saw him, you reached out for him, letting go of your strong grip on Aya’s hand as she sighed in relief and rubbed her hand. Wonwoo went right up to you, peppering your face that was damp from tears with sweet kisses as he smoothed your messy hair back.

“I’m so so so so sorry,” he mumbled, stroking your cheek softly. “I was at work so my phone was off, and then I saw all the calls and messages and voicemails and– Fuck, _____, I’m sorry I wasn’t here.”

“You’re here now, and the baby isn’t, so you’re good,” Joshua reassured him.

“And my hand won’t have to be cut off,” Aya commented quietly as she gestured for Jeonghan to leave the room with her – following the group that Seungcheol and Juri were ushering out so you could be alone with Wonwoo. “I’ll be back.”

Joshua just nodded at Aya before he looked at Wonwoo, still holding the needle in his hand, “Can you please convince _____ to let us give her this?”

“Baby,” Wonwoo frowned as he looked down at you, “you said you’d want anything that would keep you from being in pain. Why don’t you want to take it now?”

“Um, hello?! Look at the needle!” you exclaimed, pointing at how long and menacing the sharp object looked. “I don’t want that in my spine!”

“_____, I wouldn’t let anybody give you something that would hurt you. It’ll just feel like some pressure, and then you’ll feel better,” he promised, taking both of your hands in his. “You trust me, don’t you?”

You nodded with a small pout on your face. So Wonwoo helped you to sit on the edge of the bed while Joshua exposed your back and prepped you for the shot. Wonwoo kept both of his hands in yours, eyeing his brother to prepare for the inevitable squeeze to his hands.

“Ready?” Joshua asked.

“No,” you mumbled, “but yeah…”

Joshua inserted the needle, and you sucked in a sharp breath. Wonwoo didn’t find the pressure you put on his hands to be too bad, but he expected it to get worse later. He was honestly surprised you were actually able to hurt Aya – unless it was just from her hand being crushed in your grip for a long period of time – considering the werewolves’ pain tolerance was very high.

Contractions after the epidural did feel a bit duller, but they still didn’t feel nice. You just wanted the baby out of you, but it took two more hours for you to finally be dilated enough to go to the delivery room. And that was when your nerves spiked once again, and you felt yourself starting to panic.

“I can’t do this!” you suddenly decided, as if that would suddenly make it so you didn’t have to give birth.

“Love, you have to,” Wonwoo told you as he walked beside you while you were wheeled to the designated delivery room.

“But it’s going to hurt, and stitches, and blood, and–”

“_____, you’re going to start hyperventilating,” Wonwoo frowned, looking down at you as he gave your hand a soft squeeze. “I’ll be beside you the whole time, and I promise you’ll be okay.”

So, like every other time you were scared of something, you put all your trust in Wonwoo. As Dr. Moon got everything prepped and ready, you looked up at Wonwoo in pure terror but felt a little bit better just looking up into his gold eyes with little bits of brown from his contacts still freckled in. As it hit you that this was it – you were going to be a mother – you found solace in the fact that Wonwoo would be with you to help you no matter what. And as Dr. Moon told you to push, you found comfort in the warmth of Wonwoo’s hand around yours.

Everything was kind of a blur. There was a lot of screaming, a lot of swearing and death threats – mainly from you toward the two male wolves in the room, but Joshua threatened Wonwoo once (”It’s great that _____’s back to her normal self, but if your mate really tries disembowel me in my sleep, I’ll kill you.”) – and lots of reassurance. No matter what kind of profanities or otherwise you threw at anybody, they kept telling you that you were doing great and that you could do this and that it was almost over.

“If you tell me it’s almost over one more time, Hong,” you began through clenched teeth as you gripped Wonwoo’s hand harder than you ever gripped anything in your life, “I’m going to take a fucking scalpel and shove it up your–”

“If you keep threatening him, I’m probably going to actually die,” Wonwoo told you, interrupting your next threat.

“No, he’s serious this time,” Dr. Moon smirked – she’d been laughing softly at the whole ordeal. “The head is crowning.”

Wonwoo stepped to the side, leaning over to see, but you quickly tugged on his hand to yank him back toward your head. He just chuckled, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, “Darling, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“I don’t care,” you whined. “I need you up here.”

“_____, it’s almost over,” Aya promised. “Just one more big push.”

You shook your head, tears continuing to fall from your face like they had been this whole time, “I can’t!”

“Yes, you can,” he nodded, wrapping his free hand around the hand of yours that he still held. “Now squeeze my hand as hard as you can, and push when Dr. Moon tells you.”

So as soon as you were instructed, you did as told. Wonwoo finally understood why Aya was cradling her hand to her chest, but you were doing it! You were giving birth to your baby – something you were terrified to do – and he had never been so proud of you.

The pressure was suddenly gone, and your body instinctively relaxed against the bed, your bones and muscles feeling like jelly. Your eyes closed as you heard a cry fill the room, and you heard Wonwoo making a soft noise somewhere between laughing and crying.

You kept your eyes closed, but you felt Wonwoo’s lips press to your forehead before you heard him whisper, “It’s a girl.”

-

Wonwoo stood outside the window to look at the newborns, staring at the one that had your names on the crib. The two of you had talked about baby names for both genders but you’d never officially decided on one. He was trying to figure out what your baby looked like she should be named, but he just wasn’t sure.

“Hey,” Minghao walked up to Wonwoo, standing beside him as he looked over the group of babies before he finally spotted the one Wonwoo was looking at. “She’s really cute.”

“I love her already,” Wonwoo chuckled, his hands shoved into his jeans that he’d been wearing since the morning before. “Even when I saw her covered in blood and everything, I loved her.”

“_____ doesn’t do well with blood,” Minghao recalled with a soft laugh. “Hope she didn’t see.”

“She almost fell asleep as soon as it was over,” Wonwoo admitted. “She’s almost done getting stitched up, and then she gets to officially meet our daughter – y’know, that’s so weird to say: our daughter.”

“You’re a dad now, dude” Minghao smirked, nudging the older wolf in his side.

“You’ll be one soon, too.”

“Yeah, that’s even weirder to think about.”

“Nah, you’re one of the more responsible ones.”

The two fell into a comfortable silence as they stared at the baby girl, until Wonwoo spoke up again quietly, “You know, _____ and I think really highly of you, right?”

Minghao’s cheeks turned a soft shade of pink at the suddenly compliment, “I-I guess so. Why are you suddenly saying that?”

“I know things are tough with you and Junhui still, and I don’t want you to think anything bad about yourself,” Wonwoo said, looking away from the window to look at the younger wolf.

“I know Jun doesn’t mean anything he says,” Minghao sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t know if he’ll always be like this or not, but I know it’s just because he’s upset. It doesn’t make me feel bad about myself, it just makes me feel bad for Yoona.”

“Well, I’m sure things will work out,” Wonwoo nodded with a warm smile, resting a hand on Minghao’s shoulder. “For now, you can play uncle.”

“You can meet her,” Aya spoke up, walking toward the two boys. “_____’s all fixed up, so we’re going to bring her in. You should probably get the pack – they’re gonna wanna meet her, too.”

-

It was like the whole world was being put in your arms, and all you could do was smile until your cheeks hurt. You couldn’t believe something half you was so damn perfect – you assumed she got it from Wonwoo’s genes. Her eyes were still closed, and she had a little pink hat covering her head – Joshua insisted she had a head full of brown, curly hair – but even so, you thought she was absolutely perfect.

You and Wonwoo had lists of baby names that would fit for both of you. Something that your family and his would both appreciate. But now as you looked at your daughter, none of them felt right.

“She’s so cute!” Areum squealed softly – everyone was being very careful as to not wake her – before looking over at Chan beside her.

Chan was already putting a finger to her lips before she could even say anything, “Don’t start.”

“Good thing she looks more like _____ than you,” Junhui teased from your other side as he leaned over the bed to get a better look. “That’s why she’s so cute, Won.”

Junhui was an absolute sucker for the baby, which made you hope that he would be even more fond of the twins Yoona was supposed to be having soon.

“It’s gonna be so nice having a baby around the house,” Seokmin mused as he looked over Bomi’s shoulder to see the baby in her arms. “I mean, other than the crying in the middle of the night.”

“That’s all babies do, Seok,” Aya snorted.

“Can I hold her?” Mingyu asked, standing behind his mate with a pout on his face.

Jihoon frowned at Mingyu as the baby was handed off to him next, “No, you’ll drop her.”

Your daughter made her way around the room, each person getting a chance to hold her while Wonwoo continually kissed whatever part of you he could while murmuring how well you did and how much he loved you and how proud of you he was. He kept your hand in his warm one as you rested your eyes, listening to the pack coo at your daughter – even Jihoon, who seemed slightly awkward holding a baby. 

You didn’t remember falling asleep. Soonyoung was arguing with his pack over him being the best babysitter, and your eyelids just started to feel heavy.

The next thing you heard was Wonwoo’s voice singing softly.

“--When skies are grey. You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you.”

You opened your eyes and rolled your head to the other side. The windows showed the sun was starting to come up, and your room was empty. The pack must’ve gone home now. But Wonwoo was still awake, holding your daughter in his arms as he sang to her.

“Please don’t take my sunshine away,” he finished before pressing the softest kiss to her forehead.

And suddenly, you had an idea for a name.

“What about Sonny?” you asked, your voice hoarse from sleep -- and probably all the yelling, crying, and grunting you did.

Wonwoo’s head snapped up, eyes landing on you with surprise, but his expression quickly melted into a smile, “Sonny, huh?”

The two of you had tossed names back and forth for the longest time, coming up with a small list but never quite deciding on a name you both were 100% about. And Sonny wasn’t even on the list, but after seeing Wonwoo with her, you felt 1000% sure about this name. 

You nodded, a sleepy smile coming to your face, “Our little sunshine.”

Wonwoo chuckled, a soft blush coming to his cheeks as he looked back down at the infant in his arms. He walked over to your bed, passing the baby to you before he very gingerly wrapped his warm arms around you both and rested his cheek against your head.

“She does look like a Sonny, doesn’t she?” he asked.

“I think so,” you hummed. “Jeon Sonny sounds nice, too.”

“Sonny it is,” he decided before he pressed a lingering kiss to the crown of your head. With his lips still against your head, he mumbled, “I love you so much.”

“I love you so much,” you told him, tilting your head back to smile up at him.

He smiled back before he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. Then he looked down at Sonny, still fast asleep.

“And I love you,” he told her, leaving another kiss on her forehead. “My two favorite girls.”

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[silkythewriter]

Could I request zim x reader where the reader really loves horror?

We've all seen how not well zim handles horror and I think some comfort fluff after a horror movie would be cute!

Zim with a S/O who loves watching horror movies

꧁𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬꧂

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲: silkythewriter, formally known as weirdowithahat

𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐲/𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: Nickelodeon Animation Studios

𝐁𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝/𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: sublieu

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: Production companies Wumberlog Productions (pilot), Nickelodeon Animation Studio, MTV Networks, and Jhonen C.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: a bit or gore only if you squint

𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝:

💫👽Zim👽💫

“Why do you humans torture yourselves with these disgusting visuals!” Is most likely the first thing he says/ask. He honestly doesn’t understand the concept of it

The minute you express your love for the genre he tries liking it too (he’s a people pleaser to those he cares about) but ends up shaking himself up and just staring at it in disgust and horror, he probably can’t last for the whole movie 💀

He tries to hide his fear and just act like he doesn’t care, but it’s like putting a bandage on a split bridge and hoping it stays together. So it doesn’t last long when he sees the horror character wilding a chain saw and slicing people into dices. That scene itself sent shivers down his spine and activated his flight or fight response, so he ends up clinging to you or Gir without realizing

Oh and don’t get me started on jump scares!, he gets startled easily so any jump scares he ends up yelling his head off while jumpy back 20 feet, it tariffed him. His heart was beating faster then drums in a band, he honestly thought he would die there then. But once he heard you giggling he just pouted while screaming that he isn’t scared at all. But you could tell easily by how bad his body was shaking

He never lets you or gir pick out a movie to watch ever again. The many times this man literally almost died of a sudden jump scare is unreal so he doesn’t trust you with the remote anymore 💀

Even though he hates to ambit it, when you pull him closer to comfort him after a scary scene it helps tremendously. After a while of trying to pull away and scream some vengeance esk things he finally gives in and just goes lump in your arms while sighing and just hugging back. It does help calm down his heart beat when you do this so he is thankful just never expect him to ambit it

After any horror movie he some how ends up in your arms as he nuzzles his face into you, but he mostly prefers nuzzling your stomach or arms. Only time he does this is when he falls asleep on you because lord knows how this guy love putting a tough guy per-sod

Fun fact: he actually thought those horror movies where true actions being filmed till you explained to him what acting and actors are so yea his first horror movie experience was filled with horror 💀

He’s a bit iffy on gore, I feel like he can kinda handle it but at the same time not? He just feels weird when blood splatters on the screen or when heads roll off the body. I mean he can handle it but at the same time is confused on why you like seeing your own race get slaughtered

He definitely questions your sanity with each horror movie you make him watch.

Only thing that can comfort him after a horror movie is probably you, maybe cuddling with him or staying up a bit later to watch over him as he sleeps cause if not he’ll be awake for a year 😭

Gir loves watching horror movies depending on how much horror is involved, he usually takes a spot next to you and cuddles up to you. Which annoys Zim but he can’t really say anything without being called out so he just watches from the side while crossing his arms

Overall this man is not good with horror and is so confused about it but if your like it then he guesses he can try it out, just don’t expect him to last long (￣^￣)💧

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

AHHHH I love Zim so much I really in joy this show still it’s truly an awesome and hilarious show!!(>_<)!!!!!!

[wonhaebunny]

bkg as klaus hargreeves. give the boy ghostie powers that the class dont know about THANK YOU

Bakugou's a weird guy.

Most of his classmates realise this pretty quickly upon meeting him. He dresses like a delinquent, clothes hanging crumpled and loose off his frame, and yet consistently gets some of the highest grades in the class. He stomps around yelling like he's overcompensating for something, and then flawlessly demonstrates a level of combat ability to rival most established pro heroes. His total inability to hold a normal, civilised conversation without cursing is baffling, and for all that his voice fills any room that he enters, they remain aware that they don't really... know anything about him.

The weirdest thing about Bakugou, however, has nothing to do with his temper or his grades, or his ridiculous quirk control, or even his deceptively introverted personality.

The weirdest thing about Bakugou is that he talks to himself.

Not loudly, or animatedly in the way that one would see in movies. He doesn't have an imaginary friend or the like, as evidenced by the judgmental glare he levels upon Kirishima when the red-head works up the nerve to ask. "Imaginary friends?" he echoes flatly. "What are you, five?"

Nonetheless, when the class is assigned a particularly challenging worksheet in class and the room settles into silence, Bakugou will start to mumble. It’s never loud enough for the words to be audible, but to his classmates, it almost sounds like he’s having a one-sided conversation. He’ll pause every few moments, maybe nod or huff to himself. It’s unsettling in its accuracy, because they could swear that there’s actually someone there. Ashido has even ‘accidentally’ walked through the space around Bakugou just to make sure, but that had just earned her a vaguely amused look from the blond.

It’s a few months into their first year when Todoroki, who has moved past his brooding-emo-boy phase and is now settling into his arguably worse budding-conspiracy-theorist one, approaches Bakugou in the locker rooms before training. The older boy is muttering to himself again, crimson gaze flickering between his own clothes and an empty space on the bench next to him.

“Bakugou,” Todoroki says, jerking Bakugou out of his distraction.

“What?”

“Who are you talking to.”

“Your mom.”

Todoroki tilts his head at this. “My mother is in the psychiatric ward, and is not due to be discharged in the foreseeable future.”

Bakugou’s vaguely irked expression shifts to one of discomfort. He curls his lip, awkwardness shared by the other boys who are now pretending they’re deaf. Bakugou is not given the same mercy, as evidenced by Todoroki’s unfaltering attention.

“Anyone ever tell you you’re good at making conversation?” he asks dryly.

“No?”

“Exactly.”

Todoroki looks vaguely offended. “You were talking to someone, though,” he insists.

Bakugou sighs, before slinging his bag over his shoulder and turning on his heel to face the other boy. 

“You really wanna know?” he asks, voice low. 

Todoroki nods, eyes wide.

Bakugou’s lips curl up at the edges, an entertained glint coming into his eye. He strides forward, leaning in until their chests almost brush.

“I see dead people,” he tells Todoroki solemnly.

Then he shoves past him, snickering his way out of the locker room. 

The tension in the locker room dissipates, all the boys relaxing with good-natured grumbles.

“He’s such a dick,” Sero complains, patting Todoroki’s shoulder as he and a cackling Kaminari follow the blond out. 

“I don’t understand,” Todoroki says bluntly, still standing where Bakugou had left him. “Why are you all laughing? Does he really see dead people?”

“He’s messing with you,” Ojirou says, a vaguely pitying look in his eyes. “Just ignore him, man.”

Todoroki trails after his exiting classmates quietly, a contemplative frown twisting his expression.

The others know to brush off Bakugou’s bullshit, but Todoroki evidently doesn’t. Days later when the class is on a training excursion out to the woods east of the school, Kaminari perks up at the sight of a rotting cabin on the outskirts of the grounds.

“Oh, sick, my brother told me about this!” he exclaims. “Apparently a groundskeeper died here a couple years back, and, like, haunts the woods now!”

Most of the girls immediately begin to protest at the prospect, but Tokoyami perks up.

“Finally… a worthy opponent of the darkness…” he murmurs seriously. 

Aizawa looks like he’s moments from tendering his own resignation.

“No such thing happened,” he says flatly. “Everyone split into the assigned groups.”

He goes ignored.

“What, is this dude’s ghost gonna come and kill us now?” Mineta sniffs, scowling with an exaggeration that suggests he’s trying to look less spooked than he actually is.

“Her ghost,” Katsuki corrects listlessly, scrolling through his phone. 

“Huh?”

“It’s a woman. Or—was one.”

Todoroki looks like Christmas has come early. 

“You can see her?!”

“Hell yeah I can, she’s ugly as shit.”

“What does she look li—” Todoroki is cut off by the synchronised groans of just about half the class as he’s bodily dragged out of Bakugou’s sight, with the latter receiving several disapproving looks.

“Stop it!” Kirishima tells the older blond, wagging a finger in his face like he’s a dog that just pissed all over the couch. “Todoroki is an impressionable boy!”

“She’s right next to you,” Katsuki calls to Todoroki, flipping Kirishima off in the process. 

“Bakugou!” six different people snap at once.

By the time Bakugou’s been wrestled into the opposite end of the group, Todoroki’s already begun trying to communicate with the invisible presence supposedly at his side, eyes wide and hands gesturing wildly.

It takes Bakugou half an hour to stop laughing.

Later that month, Kirishima finds himself bounding towards Bakugou’s table at the cafeteria. The blond always manages to seat himself at an empty table before the others even make it into the hall, but he’s long since stopped trying to question it. Bakugou’s poker face means that no one tries to sit with them, so it’s a guaranteed free table every day. The moment he approaches to slide into his usual seat, Bakugou, who’s been staring intently at his phone, looks up and cocks his head.

“You don’t wanna sit there, Shitty Hair.”

“Huh? Why not? It looks fine to me?”

The blond blinks, before shrugging.

“Suit yourself,” he says placidly.

Kirishima stares at him, and then at the empty spot. He chews his lip, before sitting down anyway. Immediately, he’s springing out of it as an icy chill sears the seat of his pants.

“What the f—” he cries, whirling around to inspect the chair closely for any spilled drinks or ice. He then pats his behind, which also comes out dry. “Dude, what the hell, I swear that seat was freezing cold!”

He turns to Bakugou, only to find him with his nose still buried in his phone, a smirk tugging at his lips faintly.

“Did you plan this?” he asks the blond suspiciously. “Is this a prank?”

At this, finally, Bakugou puts his phone down to pin Kirishima with an unamused look.

“I’ve been sitting here this whole fucking time, dipshit.”

Kirishima pouts, reluctantly sinking into the empty seat next to the first one.

“Sometimes I think Todoroki’s onto something with the ghost theories,” he mumbles sulkily, stuffing a chunk of pork into his mouth.

Bakugou just grins.

It comes to a head during the first weekend of break, after their first year ends. The class decides to go on a karaoke outing, all together at once. This is their first mistake. Approximately fifteen minutes after they meet and begin the walk to the karaoke bar, Shouji complains of a strange smell. Two minutes after that, Mineta passes out. They’re not overly fussed about this, and are in the process of debating whether or not it’s morally permissible to leave his body in an alley to collect on the way back, when Jirou follows. From there, they drop like flies. 

They wake up in an empty room with water-stained grey walls, wrists chained to the ground.

“Aw, man,” Kirishima says mildly. 

“Shit, they brought Mineta with us,” Jirou mumbles.

“Aw, man,” Kirishima says, less mildly this time as he eyes the boy’s tiny, purple head.

“We should kill him now and then pretend it was the villains who kidnapped us,” Ashido suggests.

Bakugou jolts at the suggestion, looking inordinately horrified.

“Do not fucking kill that shitstain,” he squawks, chains rattling. “Just tie him to a tree in the middle of nowhere or something!”

Ashido hums.

“Enough,” says the man in the black tengu mask.

“Precisely,” Iida says, before whipping his head around. “How long have you been standing there?!”

“He’s been there the whole fucking time,” Bakugou drawls, finally calming down now that the threat of Mineta’s imminent demise has been eliminated. He’s eyeing the stranger with a sharp, calculating look.

“I have,” the masked man confirms helpfully, stepping out of the shadowy corner of the room. In his hand, he twirls a syringe filled with an ominously shimmering brown substance. “For top students of Japan’s finest heroics institution, your observation skills leave much to be desired. Of course, that is the reason I’ve brought you here today… to make a statement to the public. Our taxpayer money—”

“So this is the monologue part,” Sero mutters, tugging his wrists apart until the chains binding them pull taut. He turns to Bakugou. “Was the League this bad?”

“Worse,” the blond mutters, still eyeing the monologuing villain, whose syringe glints in the dim light of the room. 

“I’ll cut to the chase,” the man says, sensing that he’s losing his audience. “I am Anzen, and in this syringe, I hold a slow-acting neurotoxin. I’m about to inject it into the lucky student of my choice, and that student will have three hours before the neurotoxin destroys so much of their nervous system that it will permanently impair their brain function, and another hour before they die. I have sent my ransom notice to UA. If they meet my requirements within this time, I’ll administer the antidote. If not…” he trails off, tapping a finger against the body of the syringe demonstratively.

There’s silence. 

Anzen wilts a little when his hostages look largely unphased by this development.

“So basically you’re saying we’ve got three hours before anything actually happens,” Kaminari says boredly, clinking his chains against the floor with a dull rhythmic clang.

“So much for karaoke,” Ojiro adds morosely.

“I must object to this detention!” Iida cries, attempting to raise his hand in the air only for the chains to pull tight and stop him mid-way. Even he seems relatively unconcerned by the situation, if not somewhat indignant at the impropriety. “I am sure that there are more diplomatic means to resolve this issue!” 

“Resolve?” Anzen echoes bitterly. “My hard-earned taxpayer money goes to your fancy hero school, only for you to graduate and destroy more property, which will inevitably require repairs which are funded by even more taxp—”

“If you require assistance in lodging a tax return or claiming insurance costs on damage to your personal property, I am happy to aid you,” Iida says, looking vaguely judgmental. 

Anzen splutters. “I don’t need a kid to help me lodge taxes!” he insists.

“But you require us to die to… prove a point to the government?” Yaoyorozu interjects, looking just as disapproving as her classmate.

The man’s neck is rapidly turning an interesting shade of crimson under the mask. “Forget it,” he snaps, pacing backward. “Forget it. Fucking brats. I’ll just inject you and be done with it. From there, the ball is in UA’s court.”

He spins back on his heel, appraising them with dark eyes. “I don’t even know which of you to pick when you’re all so insufferable. Hell, I wish I’d brought more syringes…”

Somehow, the only student who seems phased by the threat is Bakugou. In fact, in contrast to Anzen, he’s been steadily paling over the span of several minutes.

“Wait,” he says when Anzen nears the group. “You can’t seriously be planning to stick one of us with that.”

Anzen huffs lowly. “Finally,” he rasps. “Someone who’s taking this seriously.”

“Dude, chill,” Kaminari says, nudging the other blond with his foot. “Three hours. Aizawa-sensei will find us by then, no sweat.”

“Shut up,” Bakugou snaps, not taking his eyes from the syringe. For a brief moment, his gaze flickers away to a spot behind Anzen, before returning back to the brown liquid. “Keep that shit away from us, dickhead.”

“No,” Anzen says gleefully. “In fact, I think you’re my lucky student for the night!”

Bakugou, impossibly, pales further. 

“Besides,” the man sings as he crouches down by the blond’s side. “It’s like your little pest of a friend said: you have three hours. If your school is as good as you say, then no harm will come upon you.”

He flicks the syringe once with his index finger, holding it upright.

“Yeah, if the fucking antidote works,” Bakugou snaps, leaning away.

Anzen freezes. 

“What?”

“I said I don’t trust you and your second-rate Bachelor’s in Biomedical Science. Keep that shit away from my fucking body.”

“It’s a Masters degree,” the man says indignantly, before jolting. “How the fuck—”

“It would be a Masters if you’d graduated,” Bakugou glares. “You dropped out when your supervisor wouldn’t clear your thesis.”

The syringe slips out of Anzen’s hand, clattering in the newly-established silence of the room.

“You,” he breathes. “Who the hell…”

Bakugou eyes the fallen syringe, relaxing imperceptibly. The apprehension in his expression is replaced with his usual smug irritation.

“Must be humiliating,” he hums. “Seven months on a formula, just for the antidote to fail.”

Anzen flinches.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he snaps. 

“You thought you had it the second time,” the blond powers on, looking vaguely amused now. “Miwa got better at first, and you thought you’d done it. But she was dead by morning.”

The room falls silent, Anzen’s laboured panting filling the empty space.

“No,” he says tremulously.

“Yes,” Bakugou says ruthlessly. “She trusted you. And you still haven’t got it, have you? The third trial turned out even worse, because you fucked up the neurotoxin so bad that Yoko was dead by the first hour, before you even got to give her the antidote. You still have no idea what the fuck you’re doing.”

He leans forward until his chains rattle, crimson eyes glowing almost amber in the yellowing light. 

“Does it keep you up at night?” he asks, voice hushed. “What you’ve done, I mean.”

“No,” Anzen says again, voice cracking.

“It doesn’t?” 

“Don’t.”

“It should,” the boy continues, lips curling at the seams to bare glinting teeth. “They haven’t forgiven you. And you haven’t forgiven yourself, have you? That’s why you keep it.”

“I don’t,” Anzen insists childishly, voice sounding wet.

“You do,” Bakugou says gently, a predatory gleam to his eyes. “See?”

And then, precariously, the seams of Anzen’s shirt collars part, and a rusted golden chain lifts from around his neck. The man’s head tilts downward, watching as an empty glass test tube, hanging from the chain by a jump ring through its stopper, raises ominously in the air without any support.

Anzen makes a small, pathetic noise in the back of his throat.

“They haven’t forgiven you, Takeo,” Bakugou whispers softly.

Like the words are a physical blow, Anzen veers backward blindly, before toppling over thin air and sprawling onto the ground.

“I’m sorry,” he wheezes. “I’m sorry, I’m s—sorry. I thought I had it, I swear, I didn’t mean—”

“Here’s what you’re going to do,” Bakugou says conversationally, smiling kindly at the blubbering man. “You’re going to let us go. Aren’t you?”

“Y—yes.”

“And then you’re going to turn yourself in.”

Anzen sniffles, voice cracking around a wet, gasping inhale.

“You’re going to turn yourself in, Takeo,” Bakugou repeats patiently.

“I’m g—going to. To turn mys—self in,” the man echoes.

The blond nods serenely. “Any day now, buddy.”

Anzen jerks, stumbling to his feet and turning to fumble with a set of keys at his hip.

The room lapses back into silence, punctuated only by Anzen’s pathetic sniffling and the clink of the keys.

“Um,” Kirishima says weakly from behind Bakugou. “So, like.”

“I knew it,” Todoroki whispers. “You really can see them, then.”

Bakugou exhales slowly, before turning to blink at the boy guilelessly. “See what?”

“Dead people!”

Bakugou stares at him for a long moment, before turning his gaze to the rest of his classmates, who are watching him with wide, awed eyes.

Behind him, the air flickers with a shimmering, grey form.

“Stop it, Tsubasa,” the blond snaps without turning back to face the sight. The space flickers once more, before the disturbance settles.

“Tsu—whu? Tsubasa like the kid who died in the fourth grade?! Kacchan—!”

“Don’t be stupid,” Bakugou interrupts Midoriya lightly, returning his attention to Todoroki. “My quirk is explosions. See?”

As if to punctuate his point, he raises the hand that Anzen has just freed, sparking off a small detonation in his palm.

“But—” Todoroki says plaintively.

“Dead people,” Bakugou echoes, snickering to himself. “You really are weird, Todoroki.”

He rises to his feet, brushing off his pants, and ambles out of the room.

[baileypie-writes]

~Human!José Carioca Fluff Alphabet~

Fandom: The Three Caballeros, Legend of the Three Caballeros

Requested By: @shadowblaze001

Fanfic Type: Alphabet

Reader: Gender neutral

Relationship: Romantic

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG

Warnings: Minor argument, smoking addiction and quitting it(José), slight jealousy(José)

~Masterlists~

~The Three Caballeros Masterlist~

Art by chacckco on DeviantArt

~~~🦜~~~🦜~~~🦜~~~

A - Activities(What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?)

José likes to spend time with you any way he can. So he’ll basically do whatever you want! Though he’s not a rich guy, so you do have a budget.

If he had to pick, he’d go on a nice, long evening walk with you. He also loves just hanging out at his or your house, sitting on the couch, maybe watching a cheesy romance movie.

B - Beauty(What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?)

He admires any trait of yours he does not have. Whether you’re better at art, more athletic, or have a more beautiful voice. If you’re better than him at anything, he admires you for it.

He absolutely loves your eyes. It may be cheesy, but he doesn’t mind. He can always tell what you’re feeling just by looking at your eyes. The sparkle in them when you’re happy is his absolute favorite.

C - Comfort(How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?)

Zé is such a gentleman and a sweetheart, so you always have a shoulder to cry on. If you’re feeling down or panicky, he’s quick to calm you down. He speaks in a quiet, gentle tone, and holds you close. He’ll whisper sweet and comforting things in your ear as he slowly rocks you. It’s not long until you’re either completely calm, or asleep.

D - Dreams(How do they picture their future with their s/o?)

He doesn’t have an exact future in mind. All he knows is that he wants to get married. After that, he’ll go wherever life takes the two to you. Don’t have much else to say about this.

E - Equal(Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?)

José stands in the middle of dominant and passive. So it all depends on your personality. If you’re more shy, he’s the dominant one. However, if you’re more outgoing, he’s the passive one. And he couldn’t care less which one he is.

F - Fight(Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?)

He loves you too much to stay mad or hold a grudge. So he forgives you almost immediately. He’s pretty much always the one to apologize first, even if he did nothing wrong. He just doesn’t want any further conflict.

As for fights, Zé isn’t one to start them. He doesn’t get upset easily at all, and he doesn’t like adding fuel to the fire. So fights are mostly one sided. You’re just mad and yelling at him, and he just stands there and takes it. It doesn’t make him feel great, but he would never yell back. So he gives you space, and waits for you to cool off.

G - Gratitude(How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?)

José is very grateful for you. Before you came into his life, he’s had many relationships. But none of them lasted very long, and they never felt like the right person. So meeting you, the perfect one for him, is a dream come true. He’s so grateful to have you, and he lets you know this all the time.

He’s aware of all the things you do for him, and he always makes sure to return the favor. He just can’t have him be the only one who’s spoiled!

H - Honesty(Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?)

The only things that José “hides” from you are things he doesn’t want you to worry about. One of these being his past relationships. Though he isn’t really hiding it per se. He’s told you that he’s been with others before, so it’s not a secret. Though, he doesn’t talk about them at all. He doesn’t want you feeling bad in any way. Besides, those relationships don’t matter any more. They weren’t even that serious. So he focuses solely on his current relationship: the one he has with you!

Another thing he doesn’t talk about is his financial situation. He’s almost always broke. But he doesn’t want you worrying about it, or worse, paying for him. So instead, he asks his friends for money. Not the most noble of him, but he just wants to spoil you so bad!

I - Inspiration(Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?)

TW: Smoking addiction!

José is a smoker. Has been for years. And while it’s not easy to quit, he’d throw away all his cigarettes for you. And he does. It’s not easy for him at all. He struggles a lot, sometimes coming close to relapsing. But he wants to be better for you. So he stops himself every time. After lots of hard work, he’ll be clean, and he’s forever grateful to you for inspiring him to get healthier.

J - Jealousy(Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

While he tries to stop himself, he can’t help but get upset when someone gets a little too close to you. He feels very hypocritical, as he used to flirt with others a lot before meeting you. So he doesn’t allow it to get out of hand. He just bares with it until it’s over. Besides, he can spend as much time with you as he wants when that person leaves.

K - Kiss(Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?)

Oh my goodness. This man is the best kisser you’ll ever meet. He has lots of experience, so it comes naturally to him. His kisses are so soft, yet passionate, and they leave your face feeling warm for a while afterwards.

As for the first kiss, José wanted to wait until the right moment. Especially if it’s your very first kiss. It happened after a splendid date. Everything when perfectly, and he was walking you home. After saying goodbye, he gently lifted your chin. He leaned in, but waited for you to give him the okay. He wanted to be respectful after all! After confirming that you wanted it, he kissed you. It lasted about three seconds, but it was just amazing. Afterwards, he gave you a smile, before heading home.

L - Love Confession(How would they confess to their s/o?)

It’s very sweet and romantic! He gives you flowers, dresses nice, and asks if you’d like to go on a date. He’s very happy when you say yes, giving you his typical, charming smile.

M - Marriage(Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?)

José definitely wants to get married. He loves you, and wants to spend his entire life with you. He knows he can do so without marriage, but it just sounds so romantic to him.

The two of you would discuss marriage before he even thinks about proposing. He wants to make sure it’s something the both of you want. On the day he does propose, he makes sure everything is perfect. Once the moment is just right, he asks for your hand.

I don’t picture married life with José being too different than life when you were just dating. It’s mostly the same. However, the both of you have a ring as a reminder of your beautiful wedding day.

N - Nicknames(What do they call their s/o?)

Lots and lots of romantic nicknames. My dear, honey, sweetie, all that stuff. He also calls you things in Portuguese, like meu anjo meu querido.

(Translations: my angel, my dear)

((Please correct me if these are wrong))

O - On Cloud Nine(What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

He’s very thoughtful when he’s in love. And of course, you’re the one he’s thinking about. When he’s doing his watercolor paintings, he finds he subconsciously paints things related to you. It can be obvious, like your favorite place. Or it can be subtle, like flora the same color as your eyes.

To others, it might not be super clear that he has feelings for you. It can be hard to decipher his typical gentleman like behavior from genuine interest. But for some, it’s clear as day just how in love he is with you.

Like mentioned before, José is a gentleman. So he expresses his feeling with acts of chivalry. He’ll rush to open a door for you, offer you his coat when it’s chilly, or allow you to hold onto his arm when crossing the street.

P - PDA(Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?)

Zé doesn’t mind PDA at all. He’s not shy to hug or kiss you whenever he pleases. Though, there’s a limit of course. He doesn’t want to be like those cringy, annoying couples you see while waiting in line somewhere. The ones who just can’t seem to keep their hands to themselves, and don’t care if others see them make out. He’s not like that. Though he gives you plenty of hugs and kisses, and always holds your hand!

Q - Quirk(Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship)

It’s no secret that José is a charmer. It’s like his super power. And that ability is not only useful in making you blush. It can also get the two of you out of sticky situations. He can charm his way out of almost anything!

R - Romance(How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?)

Is this even a question? José is the most romantic man you’ll ever meet.

He’d do pretty much anything to make you happy. Your happiness is his happiness. What’s the point in smiling if you’re not doing so with him?

He is very cliché. But it’s not bad at all! I mean, who’d complain about flowers and chocolates? He does think outside the box at times though. Especially for special occasions.

S - Support(Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?)

José would definitely help you achieve your goals! He’d ask questions research about what exactly your goal is, and do his best to support you on your journey. If you’d prefer to do it alone though, he’s totally fine with it. He’ll just cheer you on!

He believes with every fiber of his being that you can do whatever you set your mind to. If you’re ever doubting your abilities, he’s quick to build your confidence back up.

T - Thrill(Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?)

I think José needs both routine and thrill. He has basic routines he follows, in normal life and in your relationship. But he likes to sprinkle in something different every once in a while. Doing the exact same thing every day would eventually get boring for him.

U - Understanding(How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

José is very observant. So even before you were dating, he knew basically everything about you. Sometimes, he even notices things about you that you didn’t know about yourself. He memorizes your interests, habits, quirks, fears and routines.

He’s very empathetic for you. Whatever emotion you’re feeling rubs off on him. And he’s not like that with everybody. He’ll go through everything with you. Your triumphs, struggles and pains.

V - Value(How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

Love means everything to him. It’s one of his very top values in life. So your relationship is everything to him. He can’t imagine life without you. Nothing is worth more to him than you.

W - Wild Card(A random Fluff Headcanon)

Music and dancing are some of José’s favorite things. And he loves sharing them with you. He sings to you all the time, and loves when you join in. He adores dancing with you as well. It doesn’t matter if you know how to or not. He’ll teach you!

X - XOXO(Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?)

He’s a very affectionate guy. He wants you to always know how much he loves you! Kisses are his favorite, but he’s definitely not against cuddles! He loves holding you close, and feeling the warmth of your body.

Y - Yearning(How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?)

It feels very empty when you’re not around. José feels like there’s a piece of him missing. He’s good at covering it up though. He mostly acts like his normal self, but inside, all he’s thinking about is you.

Z - Zeal(Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?)

Like I said before, José’s a very romantic guy. So he would definitely go through great lengths for you. He’d spend every last penny to keep you with him, even if he doesn’t have much. He sees you as his soulmate. And to him, that’s worth more than anything in the world.

~~~🦜~~~🦜~~~🦜~~~

~~baileypie-writes

[saccharineclover]

Work Song pt. 1

Boys workin' on empty, Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat? I just think about my baby, I'm so full of love I could barely eat. There's nothing sweeter than my baby, I'd never want once from the cherry tree 'Cause my baby's sweet as can be She give me toothaches just from kissin' me

A/N: This is my first time posting my writing for Leon Kennedy, I have consumed a good bit of media so I believe this is in character but also this lil mini series is canon divergent and will have 4 parts including this one. This one takes place a little before RE2.

W/C: 1.8K

It was one of those days. Where Leon got lost in all the words on the page, and in the grade of the test he took last week. It's a saturday night, and he's surrounded by scattered notes and old tests, hair a mess, eyes dark with circles. He groans while the palms of his hands are pressing into his tired eyes. He looks at his digital clock, blinking and squinting as if it will help his disoriented vision.

There was something nagging at him and it teased just at the tip of his tongue. When he can’t come up with anything, he shakes his head and let’s his gaze drift to the frame that rests on the other side of his desk, eyes focusing in on the faded picture. It's of a younger, more carefree version of him, and you. He's tugged down by your arms, securely around his neck, your face squished into his. He has you gently by the waist with one arm, face flushed but there's an untainted smile gracing both you.

Leon smiles unconsciously, sighing, as his mind slips into old memories. When he met you for the first time when his aunt enrolled him into May Creek Middle School. How you smiled at him, and gave him your favorite pencil, claiming "It writes better notes."

And when your parents never even blinked an eye at his presence, simply greeting him with a "Hello Leon, we've heard good things about you.” It started a whole tradition of him having dinners that leaked into him sleeping over that eventually stemmed into him going on the family vacations.

And how you fought the bullies that would yell and taunt him due to his orphaned nature. He remembers you huffing, rushing over to where he had been pushed down and doting over him like you yourself weren’t all scratched up from the scuffle but still you stressed, “Are you okay?”

He remembers nodding up at you, eyes sparkling before lurching into a clumsy hug, which you reciprocated graciously. You let him squeeze, while you patted his shoulder and you didn’t know but he swore, he would protect you ever since.

Even while you both navigated May Creek High, he was right there. When all your other friends fell out due to some outrageous drama, he showed up dvds in hand, mumbling something about a movie night. You didn’t hear him all that well considering you had shot forwards and gave him a swift hug, before tugging him up to your room to watch movies.

And he remembers your first break up, helplessly watching you cry into your bedding. He scrambled around, unsure of what to do until he decided maybe he should just stay. That night was the first night you climbed into his lap and made yourself comfortable. It felt better to cry into him than the sheets, and he made you feel safe and oh so loved.

But besides all the social mishaps of High School- you kept fluttering along, trying new things and finding what it meant to be you. You never once forgot to tug Leon with you, and you had nodded, eyes understanding and open when he whispered that he wanted to go into the police force. Nudging his shoulder with a squeeze of his hand, you lament that you know he can do it. He’ll be the best police officer that May Creek- No the United States had ever seen despite your underlying fear.

He remembers your screams when you both graduated, how you bounced around, laughing freely. And how you helped him pack, he did the same for you. You cried, hugging him when it was actually time to leave him in his dorm. You both stood in the middle of his room wrapped in each other, until Leon mumbled his goodbye's and love you's into your hair, as you squeezed over his shoulders and arms one last time for good measure. You squeaked out a watery goodbye, and a more solid I love you too.

Leon rolls his shoulders, setting up ready to delve into his work once more, before jolting. ‘fuck fuck fuck fuck' he thinks, body scrambling. He was supposed to have dinner with you, and now it's 8pm. He frantically searches for his phone, hoping, maybe you won't be too mad, it's only his… 4th time?

Even as he turns his small room into a disaster, he can’t find the damn device, letting out a low, "god damnit-" Leon finally takes note of the insistent knocking on his door, stomping over to swing it open "Jeez Rowan, It is not the time! i'm late and-“ He’s startled by the hand on his chest, it feels familiar, like the ones he was just say dreaming about.

"Y'know, Leon, it would be great," You walk into the room, setting the take out on the only open space on his desk, "if you would, I don't know, stop forgetting your best friend." You mock, wincing at the mess of papers and clothes.

Leon gawks, leaning his weight against his open door, blinking slowly. You're quick to start straightening up, stacking papers together, making room to eat on his bed. "You're lucky, I predicted this, AND that I love you and that I go back home tomorrow and not tonight." You continue to ramble, not catching the way Leon's face has twisted into something warm and flushed and incredibly happy.

Once you've deemed the area clean enough, you toe off your shoes, climbing comfortably on his bed, shifting around as you place the takeaways in front of you. You look up to where Leon's standing, before patting the space, beckoning Leon to join you. "Comon, the food is getting cold and I am starving." You groan, a smirk gracing your glossed lips.

Leon takes long strides, still trying to wrap his head with the fact that you’re here. He stutters out a question, "Japanese?" You nod, handing over his regular, and you begin to munch on your own. The silence blankets both of you, calm and welcome. You can't help but take in his tired eyes, and the way he moves so sluggishly, in between bites. Though you can never understand what police academy is like, you know that he looks exhausted and stressed. And undernourished from the way he’s swallowing his food.

You watch him eat, thinking of all the shit that he's mentioned over the last few weeks. The long nights of studying, the endless training sessions and the occasional bruises and aches he's accumulated.

Your eyes, travel over his shaggy blond hair, and the deep blue bruise that makes it's home on his cheek. The ugly feeling wiggles it’s way into your chest, again, as you think even more about his suffering. You try to force it down by taking a large bite, selfishly wishing he would’ve went to regular college.

As you twirl your fork, and glance over him some more you notice that the bruising doesn't stop at his face, but his arms and neck are also littered with them. Even though you tried, really you did, you can’t help the nerves that have built up in you.

Without thought, you're setting your plate aside, and reaching forward, hands gently brushing his hair from his face, hoping to take a closer look at his cheek. Leon flinches slightly, mouth still full of noodles, unsuspecting of your watchful gaze. He hums as he cocks an eyebrow, curious on what this sudden contact was for. He chokes at the way your eyebrows are pinched together, lips pouting at him.

"What? You know I'm sorry abou-" He completely stops his bumbling defense, as you move forward, hands turning his head this way and that way. You pull back, suddenly loosing your appetite, looking at Leon once more.

He mimics your actions, scooting closer once he's placed his food along with yours. He slouches, trying to catch your eyes again, wondering what could have you so upset. He can only think of one thing, and he reaching for your hands hoping he hasn’t hurt you too much.

"Leon, you've," You whisper, cracking on the words, “You've gotta be more careful, all these damn bruises- I'm- you're" And though Leon wants to be concerned, he burst out laughing, his hands clutching his sides, shaking his head back and forth.

You gawk, suddenly feeling warm, a heavy feeling settles in your chest, as you move even closer to him. There were many ways you expecting him to react but laughing, was not on your list.

"Leon, This,” You grab him, forcing him to stop moving, tilting his head to look at the bruise on his cheek, "is not funny!" You practically crawl into his space, standing on your knees as you keep one hand securely on his jaw, the other grasping his broad shoulder for balance.

Once he can breathe normally again, his hands rest find their way home on your waist. Leon beams up at you, insisting that he's fine and that these are nothing. From your position, you suck your teeth, carding your hand through his hair to satiate your need to dote. You soak up his relaxed expression, the way Leon's eyes are closed as his fingers flex, body and mind without a single worry. You mind must be on autopilot because you lean forward to press your lips into his temple.

Leon sucks in a quiet breath, but doesn’t move away as you press another into his forehead, steadying you as climb into his lap. It’s nothing you haven’t done before, you both crave that sort of intimacy, chests pressed together and arms wrapped around one another. Leon sighs, as he listens to your strong heart, and feels your weight in his lap. His shoulders loosing tension every second you play in his hair, your tender lips still pressing gentle kisses into his skin.

For awhile you stay like this, food long forgotten and totally content. Leon promises that he'll be more careful and take breaks. Even then, you're not satisfied, as you nuzzle into him, breathing him in, as if to memorize every part of his being. And though you both could stay like this forever, eventually, you have to detangle from one another. Reluctantly, he helps you down, and gather your things but he doesn't let go of your hand until he's waving goodbye as you walk down the hallway of his dorm building.

That night, he's warm, buzzing with new life, unlike before. Leon's high off your touch, charging him with an unlimited amount of energy, he snuggles into the blanket you gifted him. Thinking of you, and your unwavering support. And how you were always checking in, always there, always loving... He didn't know if he could've done it without you.

You rest easy that night, in your own dorm room, unknowingly to you, just how much Leon depended on your mere existence. All you knew was that he was your best friend and that he looked much better than he did when you left than when you had first arrived. Even though you’re worried, and incredibly scared all you can do is support him, and if that means lying a little, then it’s worth it.

[chalterdh22]

Day 2: Javier Pena in Accidental – augtickletober2023

Lee: Javi Pena

Ler: Y/N

Summary:  Javi Pena and you are hanging out on a Saturday night.  While getting comfy, you notice something about your macho boyfriend that you never have.  And he’s not too happy about it.

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, so if that’s not your thing, don’t read.  Mostly fluffy actually, which is weird in Narcos or Agent Pena world. 

Pena and I had not been together for quite a year.  How we met is a long story, but let’s just say our relationship didn’t develop normally.  We hated each other.  We knew each other’s buttons to press, and when we found a new one, we kept pushing it like a toddler.  Both of us are stubborn and strong willed by nature.    

Anyway, it was a Saturday night, and we both had long weeks and just wanted to stay in for a movie and relax.  Neither one of us are touchy, felly by nature, but every once in a while, I’ll scoot over to him and he’ll put his arm around my shoulders, lean in for a quick kiss, and go back to drinking his beer.

I wasn’t really into the movie he picked out, mostly because I was getting super tired, and when I get tired, I get really punchy.  So, there we were, me leaning in on him, and he stretched his arms up overhead and let out a huge yawn, over exaggerated.  I just stared at him, like, really?  “What?” he turned and asked me as I stared.

“Nothing, that just seemed a little dramatic, don’t you think?”

“What, me yawning?  Well, ya gotta do what ya gotta do,” he said with a smirk before taking another sip from his beer.  Remember how I said we knew how to push each other’s buttons?  One of mine is exaggerating anything, let along noises for some reason.  He knows this.  

Fine, I’ll just ignore him.  I turned back to the movie and started to get comfy again, when I felt his weight shift and his arms go above his head again for another long, yawn. 

I don’t know what made me do this, but almost out of reflex, I jabbed him in the side when I did that, he slammed his arms shooting straight down.  

We both just stared at each other silently.  No way, I was thinking.  Is the strongest willed, bull headed, macho man fricking ticklish?  A small grin started to form on my face, so I quickly turned back to the movie.  He wasn’t buying it though.  He got really stiff and didn’t say anything for a while.

When he finally started to relax again, I shifted my body, so I was leaning hard on his arm he had tucked around my back.  A side note, both of us are pretty strong physically.  He started to try to move his arm, which was now wedged tightly between my back and the hard couch cushion.  He turned his head slowly to me, as I was just sitting there grinning right back at him.  “What are you doing?” he asked sternly.

“Nothing, babe.  Just getting more comfortable.”  He hmphed.  I now had two free hands and was facing him almost completely.  I felt his arm tighten up and thought, this won’t last long.  I started stroking his side lightly, and he pretended not to feel anything, which maybe he didn’t.  So, then my hand traced up his ribs a little harder and got to his arm pit.  He swung his head back at me and leaned in.

“Again, what are you doing?” he asked, knowing exactly what I was doing.

“What, your girlfriend can’t touch you or something?”  And just when he started to pull his arm back, I dug in.  He made a gasp, turned beet red and grabbed my hand with his one arm, the other still pinned.  “Ha, I knew it!  You’re ticklish!”

“No I’m not!”

“Really?”  With my free hand, I grabbed hard on his thigh and started squeezing.  He jumped up, still holding my other hand.

“He-heyyy!  Stop it!”  He yelled at me like I was a child, which I pretty much was at this point.

“What?  I thought you liked it when I was rough with you!!!”  I kept squeezing as he almost had his other arm loose.  I quickly moved my free hand to his hip and squeezed there, making him actually laugh. 

“Nooo, stop it!”

“You are so cute when you laugh, babe!  We need to do this more often!”

“No we don’t!” And right at that moment, his arm pinned behind me got through, so he had both of my wrists in his hands.  He pulled me in close, like we were going to kiss, but had a small grin on his face that he tried to remove and was breathing just a little harder.  I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face.

I finally ripped my wrists from his hands, and sat back on the couch, just staring at him, crossing my arms.  He still hunched forward, leaning in.  Both of us knew that this was new territory, that neither one wanted us to explore.  Except, I really did!  I couldn’t believe I found a legit weakness on him! 

“Are you ok?” I asked softly.  He cleared his throat, removing the grin from his face.

“I’m fine.”

“Ok, you just seemed a little sensitive today is all.”  He shifted back in the couch, looking like he relaxed.  Grabbing his beer again, and I knew this was being mean at this point, thinking he could choke, but I knew he wouldn’t go out like this, I lunged in grabbing both hips as I straddled his legs.  

He gasped, spitting out only a little beer as the bottle fell over spilling, and he was laughing hard.  “What’s wrong?  I thought you said you weren’t sensitive?”

He threw his head back, trying to pull my wrists off his hips, but they were glued this time.

“Stoopppp, seerrioussslllyyyy!”

“Oh, well, since you’re being serious…” and I pulled my hands away.  He was hunched over, breathing heavily now.  I stood up, kissed his head and started to walk away.

“Where are you going?” he asked, with still a shaky voice?

“I’m going to bed.  That tired me out.”  I just, still smiling walking away with a little cockiness.  I know he won’t let me live this down and he’ll try to get me back, and he will.  That is why this relationship is so fun!