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kyoosoup · 13 days

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reading through my old messages and vents is always a rollercoaster

some of my takeaways so far:

1. i can be proud on some counts cause in many cases i've grown or gotten better. some of my messages/vents were from very specific situations that i had either forgotten about or gotten closure to and it's weird to see?? these things that affected me daily are now just memories.

for instance the first time i got creeped on (not counting cat calls) was at work and we called the cops and stuff cause i was maybe 15?? and that really affected me and i mean i still think about it but i was a lot more paranoid back then and it was fresh yk. And im still wary now but it's not as present in my mind as it was.

another thing is how i would often be upset at myself for being lazy and having a hard time focusing and not being able to do schoolwork and burning out. and i would wonder what was wrong with me (poor little me). and now i know ! adhd! lol. my mom was confused about why i was happy to get my diagnosis when i did but for years i had been thinking that i just wasnt doing enough or trying hard enough when i didnt realize it was literally how my brain was wired. ( this was actually a very common theme in my vents thank you diagnosis)

2. sometimes i see replies from old friends and im like man. we used to be these daily presences in each others lives and really close and now we dont even speak or had falling outs. spooky???

3. i see how I myself used to type/speak too and it's weird . i am practically a different person now. the amount i feel like ive changed in the past few years alone is like . exponential compared to before. meeting new people, losing people, losing family, discovering new interests, discovering and accepting more about myself???? actually socializing lol.

4. also just some of my issues were CRAZY ??/ how did i forget that i was working 10 hour shifts back during covid. 6-4 . and then i had to go home and do school ( i couldnt focus at work). omg that was just awful how did i do that

5. whenever i look back at old stuff i am even more grateful for the friends i have now. i had friends at the time but a lot of them weren't very close as the friends i have now or the relationships weren't as healthy as they shouldve been. i often felt incredibly lonely and i can say for sure i have not felt like that in a while (at least not for long periods of time, ive probably had bad days like everyone). maybe some parts of my life now sorta suck but i haven't hated it as much because i have good people supporting me and a lot of close friends who make life well worth living. i could write about how much i love my friends for hours probably

6. omg i remember when some of my big problems were my crushes on boys . THEY WERE ONLINE CRUSHES TOO. you dont understand im actually so embarrassed for myself for like 80-90% of my past real crushes (i am not counting what i thought were crushes but i realize was just admiration or squishes/friend crushes) some people go for looks. some go for personality. somehow, 14-16 year old me chose neither. theres only one of those past crushes that i still keep in touch with and i will say he is chill and we are friends and i am not as embarrassed over that one since he wasnt a sucky person. but like i definitely liked this one guy who was not good for my mental health hahahahha woops. there were more recent embarrassing experiences for me but theyre too fresh i cant laugh at them yet without cringing

7. you know this isnt as related to the old stuff but im writing all this while once again basically forgetting i was kind of a mess earlier this year too. thank you bad memory but let me rewrite my mental history. i am only thinking about the good things this year .

Anyways i dont know why i even wrote this theres no target audience that this applies to i think i just got really bored

#qwlyapsalot #oh boy she's oversharing on the internet again #i love my friends #if you read all of this... why???? i mean . good on you and i love you for it but why???#okay enough feeling proud of myself for how far ive come. time to touch grass (eat dinner)

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navybrat817 · 1 year

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Meet the Parents

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Summary: Bucky wants to make a good impression when he meets your parents face-to-face and a bit of awkwardness ensues. Word Count: Over 2.9k Warnings: Fluff, established relationship, second-hand embarrassment and cringe, loving and oversharing parent, slight feels (it’s me, okay), Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: Stud meets your parents in person! Oh, boy. ❤️ Beta read by @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. Moodboard by yours truly and divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky was excited to finally meet your parents. You didn't get to go home often since your family lived far away, so the short trip was special for you. It was a big deal for him, too. Though he saw them on video chats here and there, this was the real thing. A chance to show that he was serious about your future together.

I have to make a good impression.

He also wanted to get a glimpse of how his hopefully future in-laws acted around you and to see how love looked in your family. You warned him that they might tell an embarrassing story or show him awkward photos and he was more than looking forward to it. Those very things shaped you into the woman he fell in love with.

“You nervous?” you asked as he helped you out of the car. “You didn’t say much on the drive here.”

Of course, you’d pick up on that. “Nope,” he said, which wasn't a total lie.

“Careful before your pants catch on fire,” you teased, running a hand along his cheek. “They love you. They have from the start. Remember when we had our first chat?”

“I remember,” he gently smiled.

Your mom and dad were a little concerned in the beginning when you said you were moving in with him. He didn't blame them. If it was his daughter moving in with a guy she didn't know, he would've had a lot of questions. Your parents felt better after he suggested having a video chat. They trusted your judgment and they trusted him not to hurt their daughter.

I'll never break that trust.

“And please remember that I love you, Stud.”

Bucky turned his face so he could press his lips against your palm, thankful that you always knew what to say to soothe him. “I love you, too, Smartie.”

“There they are!” your mom called from the doorway, your dad right behind her.

Bucky straightened up and took a step back when your mom went to you, both of you shrieking with happiness. A smile spread across his face and he could tell that you got some of your friendliness and mannerisms from her. Which is why it didn't surprise him when he received a crushing hug from her a moment later.

“Welcome, James,” your mom smiled. Both of your parents called him by his first name and he didn’t mind. “It’s so nice to see you.”

"It's nice to see you, too,” he said, giving you a thankful glance when you grabbed the flowers and bottle of wine from the car. You told him they were her favorite and he refused to show up empty handed. "These are for you.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that, but thank you,” she said, taking them with a kind smile as she stepped back to get a better look at him. “My goodness, you're even bigger in person.”

“And you wondered why I called him ‘Stud’,” you teased, sliding your arm around his waist.

Bucky puffed his chest out a bit when he caught the adoration in your gaze. He was certain his eyes reflected the same when he looked your way. While he did want your parents to like him, it was your opinion that he cared about.

“And it’s no wonder our daughter can't keep her hands off you, James,” your dad said when he joined you, clapping Bucky on his shoulder with a chuckle and snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Dad. Could you not?” you calmly asked.

“What? I half expected to see you with a baby bump when you got out of the car.”

Bucky went rigid with an awkward smile, unsure of how to respond to your dad’s comment. On the one hand, he was right. Neither of you could keep your hands off each other. Hell, you flatout told your parents the two of you were sharing a room if they expected you to stay at their house. But making a family with you? He wanted to more than anything, but what did your parents think?

Is he going to kill me if I get you pregnant one day?

“Please, stop. I love you, but stop. We just got here,” you said, giving your mom a pointed look when Bucky stayed silent. Instinctively, he pulled you closer. You didn’t get flustered easily, but he knew your little tells.

“Don't embarrass her. We talked about this,” your mom hissed before she smiled again, your dad holding his hands up in surrender. “I wish we could’ve had a chance to meet Alpine in person.”

You sighed, grateful for the switch in topic. “Me, too, but maybe we can bring her next time. I’m sure Steve will spoil her rotten until we get back.”

Both of you missed the little ball of fur, but his friend was quick to send him photos.

“Well, we’re glad you could make it and perfect timing since we just finished setting the table. I know you two are probably tired from the trip, but how about resting after you eat?”

“That sounds great,” Bucky said, turning to get the bags from the car.

“Why don’t I get those?” your dad offered. “You two go in and get settled.”

“Thanks, Dad,” you smiled as you pulled Bucky along. “I’m sorry about the pregnancy comment. Hopefully that’s the end of it.”

“It’s okay. It doesn't bother me,” he whispered, brushing a kiss to your temple. He knew the topic itself didn't bother you either, but you probably didn't want your dad to bring it up before you walked into the house. "You okay?"

“I guess I'm a little more nervous than I thought. I haven’t really brought a lot of guys home, so this is kind of a big deal,” you explained. He understood how nerve wracking it could be.

“How many guys have you brought back here?” he half teased, asking to both make you smile and to see if he had anyone he had to measure up to.

No, don’t think like that.

“The number doesn't matter because they weren’t special. They also weren’t and aren’t you.”

Good answer.

“Now let’s go eat. Mom will be sad if we don't,” you said.

“I wouldn't want to upset either of the ladies of the house,” he said, kissing your temple again. "Dinner will be great.”

Right?

Bucky couldn't recall the last time he was in such a cozy place. The welcoming ambience made him want to curl up with a book and relax. It was no wonder you carried that warmth over to the apartment. You even allowed your dad to brag about your accomplishments that lined the hallway wall with your photos over the years.

Should be proud of yourself, doll.

Just like your friendly and thoughtful personality, Bucky could see you got your love of cooking from your mom. She prepared a feast for the two of you in the dining room, a mix of both of your favorite things, and added the flowers he brought to the middle of the table. It meant a lot that she took the time to make something he would enjoy. And seeing you chatting with your parents over a nice meal, he could picture the same with the two of you in your own home.

With a large kitchen to slow dance in.

“Mom, I don’t think I can eat another bite,” you teased when she tried to give you another dish.

“Then we’ll have plenty of leftovers,” she teased back, offering it to Bucky instead. “If memory serves me, I believe you mentioned the two of you like to cook together.”

“We do,” he confirmed, graciously helping himself to more. “We switch off some nights if she’s studying or I’m at the shop late, but it’s something I look forward to.”

You smiled tenderly as you reached for his hand across the table. “I do, too.”

He gently squeezed it and kept hold of it while he ate. You were noticeably more relaxed and he was enjoying himself. He was glad things were going well.

Your dad gestured to him after a moment. “James, I meant to tell you when you arrived that you look very nice.”

“Oh, thank you,” he said, glancing at himself. He opted for a nice button up shirt. Nothing too fancy or too casual and it had your seal of approval.

"You always look handsome,” you smiled.

“But he looks much more comfortable than that turtleneck he wore on our last video chat,” he added.

Bucky almost dropped his fork when you dug your nails into his skin. The two of you had a heated makeout session before the last call and you left a noticeable hickey on his neck. The only thing he could think of to do at the time was wear a turtleneck, but he couldn't stop messing with the collar. It was a nice reminder of why he hardly wore them.

“It was a little itchy,” Bucky said.

Your dad hummed and took another bite. “You know, I remember when I was your age the only time I'd wear a shirt like that is if my wife got a little ‘over excited’ if you know what I mean.”

The fork fell to the plate, the sound echoing in the room.

Way to play it cool.

"Why?” you and your mom asked at the same time.

“Did you give James a hickey?” your dad replied as you sank a little into your seat. "You did."

Your mom shot him a glare. “What did I say about embarrassing your daughter?”

“What? It was just a question,” he said, pointing at you with his fork. “I had to wear a turtleneck in the middle of the summer the first time I met your grandparents. Your mother was quite the-”

“I don’t want to hear this!” you cut your dad off, looking to Bucky for help.

Say something.

“So, like mother like daughter,” Bucky blurted out, that awkward smile spreading across his face again when you gawked at him. Why did he say that? “Not that! I mean, well, you did say she couldn’t keep her hands off me. She's extremely passionate.”

“This is my nightmare,” you muttered.

This is also my nightmare.

“What I mean is they're both so lovely and have big hearts, which means they love big and sometimes that love translates to…” he continued, coughing into his hand when you stepped on his foot. He used to be charming at one point in his life. What the hell was happening? “But not that I would know what you did or didn’t do while you were dating. That’s none of my business.”

Stop talking.

"Oh, it’s not just dating, James,” your dad said as he took another bite, seemingly amused by the conversation. “The trick to keeping her happy is to keep the romance alive. Like the night my wife and I made our lovely daughter. It was so beautiful.”

“Stop!” you begged, clutching his hand even harder than before. He tried to run his thumb along your palm to soothe you, but you weren't having it. “Forever stop that story, please.”

Your dad looked like he was trying to hold back a laugh before your mom stepped in. “Go check on dessert,” she ordered.

“But I was going to tell them about-”

“Dad!” you almost shouted, taking a deep breath when it got quiet. “This is our first dinner together with the four of us and I don't want it to be the last. So, can you not scare my boyfriend off? Please?” you asked in a softer tone, your voice cracking on the last word.

Please, don’t cry.

Bucky leaned forward in his chair, sensing that you were dangerously close to tears. “Hey. I’m not going anywhere,” he promised.

I’m right by your side.

To your dad’s credit, he immediately got up from the table and kissed the top of your head when he realized this wasn't funny to you. It didn’t matter how much you had grown, you were still his baby. “I’m sorry I went a little overboard. You forgive me?”

You still looked about a half second away from bursting into tears, but you gave your dad a small smile. “Forgiven,” you mumbled.

"Now go get dessert ready, dear," your mom said, sighing as he left the room. “James, I'm so sorry if my husband made you uncomfortable. If it's any consolation, he’s comfortable talking to you because he likes you.”

Bucky nodded slightly. That was a good thing. “That’s nice to know, Mrs.-”

“Oh, please. You don’t have to use ‘Mrs.’ with me. There’s no need to be formal,” she assured him.

“Well, thank you all the same for your hospitality.”

“Of course.” Her eyes flickered to you with a grin. “Anything for the person who my daughter is so passionate about.”

“Mom!” You let out an exasperated laugh. At least you weren't crying. “I thought you were on my side.”

“Oh, I am,” she winked. “And don't worry. I won't ask about my future grandchildren today.”

So, I am allowed to get you pregnant if we decide to go that route.

“BOTH of you are ganging up on me. This is why I never brought guys home,” you said, facing him with a shaky laugh. “Will you just dump me now and get it over with? I'll just hide in my room until I can find a new place.”

Bucky’s stomach dropped, having to grip the table with one hand and hold himself back from jumping across the table to snuggle you close. “What? No, I'm not dumping you.”

"You're not?”

"Of course not. I think it's an unwritten rule that everyone gets one mortifying moment involving a significant other," he said.

I'm counting on it with Rebecca.

"He's right," your mom smiled.

"And me dump you? Shouldn’t you dump me after that…” he tried to find the right word. “Rant about how ‘lovely’ you are?”

“I’m never dumping you, Stud. You’re stuck with me,” you said. Just like you were stuck with him. “And you really think I'm lovely and have a big heart?”

“Of course, I do, Smartie,” he smiled. He'd compliment you for the rest of the evening if it made you feel more at ease.

Your mom watched the two of you with a loving smile before she stood. “Sweetie, why don’t we kick your dad out of the kitchen and get dessert ready ourselves?”

“Sure, mom,” you smiled, reluctantly letting go of Bucky’s hand. Before your mom led you out of the room, you went around to give him a kiss. "I demand cuddles after dessert, smooth talker.”

Thank God I'm usually smoother than that.

"All the cuddles you want,” he said, loosening the top button on his shirt once he was left alone. That was not how he expected dinner to go. In hindsight, it could’ve been worse. At least your dad didn't stab him.

Speak of the devil.

“Surprised those two didn’t kick me out of the house entirely,” your dad joked as he went back into the dining room and took a seat. “I really am sorry, James. I hope my sense of humor didn’t offend you.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. It takes a lot to offend me,” Bucky said.

“I know how much my daughter was looking forward to this. We’ve missed her here,” he said, a wistful look crossing his face. It was evident how much your mom and dad both loved you. The house was brighter because you were in it. "And, believe it or not, I was a little nervous to see the man who stole her heart."

“I was nervous to meet you, too," he admitted. "I really care about your daughter.”

“She cares about you, too. I've never seen her so happy.”

That comment gave Bucky the confidence to speak, glancing at the doorway to make sure you weren’t coming back just yet. “I know you and your wife just met me in person today, but your daughter is the best thing to ever happen to me and I want to ask you if-”

“Let me stop you right there.”

Bucky’s mouth shut as he deflated. Of course, it was likely too soon in your dad’s eyes to have that serious of a conversation. It wasn’t too soon for him though. He loved you.

“If you're asking for our blessing, you don't need it. You already have it,” your dad said as he held his breath. “Because if you really care about my daughter the way we think you do, you know she'll follow her heart since it belongs to you. As long as she's cared for and happy, we're happy because that's all we want for her. That’s all we’ve ever wanted for her.”

The weight Bucky felt in his chest lightened with each word. “That’s all I want for her, too. And I will spend the rest of my life making her happy."

Your dad nodded, a bit of shine in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. “You take care of my little girl, you hear me? Love her the way she deserves?” he asked.

“You have my word,” Bucky promised.

With his mother’s ring and your parents' blessing, he was ready to take the next step and hoped that you were ready to walk along that path beside him.

So, when do we think he'll put a ring on it? Love and thanks! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

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davidtennantgenderenvy · 3 months

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Things That Happened At Dallas Fan Expo- Panel and Epilogue

David and Catherine doing a panel together was such a wonderful surprise and it was lovely to see David be so unabashedly himself after how overwhelmed he seemed last night in autographs, complete with Refusing To Sit In Chairs Normally oh my goodness I can’t believe I got to see it live and in person

If not everyone got to answer their questions it’s because the combined adhd energy from both David and Catherine was far too strong and resulted in them taking 5-10 minutes to answer very simple questions and David oversharing quite a bit about his feet and stomach problems “I just want to share” why is he me

There was a very sweet girl who broke down in tears bc she’s from a small town and really wants to be an actor and David and Catherine have been really big inspirations for her it was so moving as someone in very much the same situation

Catherine gave an AMAZING speech about how being funny helped her empower herself against bullying

Merlin and I were lucky to get early enough in line to ask questions, I asked about takin over the asylum which surprised him in a really good way, and Merlin asked what it’s like forming very strong and very temporary connections as an actor! We had to leave immediately to get on our flight, but it was such an excellent note to end the weekend on

We ALSO were two people behind Alex Kingston at the airport, I didn’t get to meet her at the con so I was like “I loved your panel! Your hair is amazing! My mom loved you in ER!” She obviously was in a hurry but she was sweet, smiled and said hi and stuff, which was nice considering she very easily could’ve just shot me a withering glare and I would’ve thanked her. She also let a woman in front of her in security. A+ very elegant lady

All in all quite possibly the most insane weekend of my life. Definite ups and downs but overall I met so many LOVELY people, got to meet everyone I really wanted to and they were all everything I could’ve ever hoped for- especially the boy ;) @elsinore-and-inverness

Attached my question, and close up of David’s reaction to the video essay!

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#david tennant #Alex kingston #catherine tate #doctor who #River song #the tenth doctor #fourteenth doctor #donna noble #good omens #crowley #takin over the asylum #campbell bain #Dallas fan expo #Youtube

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wednesdayfunnys · 9 months

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things the boys use as conversation starters that everyone who doesnt already love them finds really really fucking annoying

stan: complaining and oversharing. “oh my god i had the worst night ever i feel terrible i barely slept and my dad’s driving me crazy and i wanna put a gun in my mouth im not even close to kidding”

kyle: criticism/pointing out a flaw/pointing out something off about you today. anything from “dude, you look like shit, whats wrong?” to “oh my god what are you wearing??” to inserting himself into an ongoing conversation with a loud and passionate contradiction bc hes jUst bLunt

eric: bragging, usually about things not worth bragging about, like his “epic” trips to the bathroom or the 5 views he got on some video he posted online.

kenny: wildly explicit stories in graphic detail like hes doing standup. sometimes his sex dreams, sometimes a porno he’s seen, sometimes a straight up made up story. he’s looking for laughs.

butters: really really boring mundane stories. “yesterday i went to the grocery store with my mom and what do you know it they moved the ketchup across the store again! geez louise we must have hunted for that stuff for half an hour! that store sure does like to move their stock around.” he might as well be talking to himself

tweek: inocherent babbling about whatever he’s fucked up about today with not much context. also he will explain the entire plot of a movie or episode of a show he likes without taking a breath and he does not say hello first

craig: snide comments. stuff that can really only be answered with “dude fuck you”

clyde: gives you a girl’s name and demands you rate on a scale from one to ten

jimmy: dad jokes in the vein of “hey why are watermelons always having weddings? because they cantaloupe :D”

tolkien: self deprecating rich boy humble bragging

#eric cartman #kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick #stan marsh #south park #butters stotch #tweek tweak #craig tucker #tolkien black #clyde donovan #jimmy valmer #headcanon #i just think its fun

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midnightjewel · 2 months

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Plushy Surgery

Did the puppy get to your favorite plushy when you weren’t paying attention?

A/N: this is a very real thing that just happened to me I swear I was sobbing. My Jack Russell (bless his heart) thought that my weighted pink Dino was one of his toys and now my Dino is missing a tail. So poor Strawberry Lemonade will have to be a brave boy and go into surgery. Anyway! Enough of my oversharing!

Kirishima x Fem! Reader

I can do more parts with more characters!

You and your husband had recently gotten an Australian Shepard named Riot. He was a cute puppy, don’t get me wrong! But, he was very mischievous as well.

It had been about 4 months and he was doing very well with his potty training. There was a few mishaps here and there but all it was at this point was just you and Kirishima trying to find out his schedule and what times he particularly likes to go outside.

Riot was basically you guys child. You two didn’t have kids yet so he was the perfect first step until you two decided you were ready to discuss that topic. But because Riot was the puppy son of pro hero Red Riot and his spoiled little wife, that meant Riot got spoiled rotten. Any toy, treat, or accessories you wanted him to have is what he got. He had a little basket full of bandanas to wear and he even had his own little pajamas and a shark bath towel!

But nothing could compare to the massive bucket of toys that sat in your living room. That dog was living the absolute dream, a big house with a pool and a huge backyard, all of the meat and treats he could ever want, and any dog toy he could think of was right at the tip of his paw!

Riot was so well behaved! Well… most of the time…

You we’re cooking up some chicken and rice for dinner and according to the time on your phone it was 7:30 so that meant it was 30 minutes until your husband got off of work.

You were a bit nervous about leaving Riot slightly unsupervised while you cooked but it had to get done! You turned bluey on in the living room and you thought he would stay still because he loves that show. But Riot was learning how to climb the stairs as of recently so you were keeping your ears open for that.

As you checked on the rice you heard and felt your phone buzzing on the counter next to you. As you glanced over at the screen you saw that it was your husband. Of course, you always thought the worst so you immediately picked up.

“Kiri?” You inquired as you picked up the phone fearing it was one of his sidekicks and he had gotten into an accident or something

“Hi baby!” He spoke cheerfully “I’m alright! I hear the tone of your voice” he reassures you

“Oh ok” you breathe out in relief “So what’s up?” You ask him as you keep an eye on the stovetop

“Well I ran out of body soap last night and I was going to pick some up on my lunch break but I was swamped with paperwork” he tells you “So essentially what I’m asking is do you need anything while I’m at the store?”

“Oh I could’ve picked it up for you” you tell him “But actually, I’m running low on my sugar scrub can you pick one up for me?” You ask

“Of course baby! I’ll see you soon! I love you and Riot!”

That’s when your stomach dropped. Riot…

You hadn’t heard him walking around the kitchen looking for scraps

“Okay! We love you too!” You quickly hang up the phone and call out for the puppy “Riot?!” You peer into the living room bluey was on the tv but there was no sign of Riot.

“Riot!” You called out once again and you heard his paws practically jumping down the staircase to see his mommy. “Oh there you are” you sighed in relief “Wait.. what do you have in your mouth?!” You saw a indigo fabric that looked all too familiar

You got him to give you the piece of fabric and then you dashed up the stairs only to find that you had left your bedroom door open and your beloved shark… the one Eijirou had bought for you for your first Valentine’s Day together… it was slightly destroyed…

It was missing a fin that you were holding and it’s tail was halfway hanging off of his body. Your stomach was a pit as you picked up all of the stuffing and the pieces of small fabric off of the hardwood floor.

You brought it back downstairs and showed Riot what he had done and boy did he look guilty! As much as you hated to be stern with him, he wasn’t going to learn otherwise.

“Riot no! This is not Riot’s Toy!” You scolded him as you walked over to the toy basket “This is Riot’s toy!” You firmly state as you hand him a plush of a popsicle with a squeaker

You quickly bagged up all of the pieces to poor Mr Cuddles and continued to work on dinner. It was on low heat so luckily, nothing burned. You couldn’t help but notice how the un-involuntarily tears pricked your eyes.

Some people would say “it’s just a stuffed animal” but it wasn’t just a stuffed animal. It was an object that you cherished and loved. It had sentimental value.

As you began to plate the food and get drinks out of the fridge you heard the front door become unlocked and opened followed by Riot’s happy barking and squealing signaling that his father was home

“Hey gorgeous” he set his grocery bags down on the countertop and urgently came to kiss your lips as if he hadn’t done that just before he left for work. To be fair, it felt like an eternity being away from you.

“Hey” you tried your best to mask your sadness but of course he saw right through that. Could you blame him? You two had been together for almost 10 years now and married for 5 of them.

“What’s wrong?” He gently tilted your head to look up at him with a warm smile. “Well Riot broke Mr. Cuddles” you tell him as you point to the bag that was holding the contents of your stuffed shark

“Oh I see” he examined the broken plush “I’m sorry that happened” he pulled you into an embrace. “Tell you what, I’ll make some calls and we’ll get this fixed” he rubbed your back and you nodded in response

“Let’s eat” you smile at him “You’re probably hungry from saving the city all day” you pat his forearm as you hand him his plate to take to the dining room

Kirishima had gotten ahold of Bakugo and he was fortunately willing to fix it. Growing up with his mom as a fashion designer had its perks.

“Hey man” you hear your redhead husband talking to his best friend on the phone.

“What do you want it’s 10 o’clock!” The blonde scolded his friend

“Yeah I know it’s past your bedtime but I need a huge favor” he pleaded with Bakugo

After a deep sigh from the blonde he responded “go ahead”

“Thanks man! Can you sew good?” Kirishima inquired and the ash blonde laughed

“Can I sew? Is your hair unnatural? I’ll answer that for you! Yeah I can fucking sew and I’m pretty damn good at it!”

“Awesome! The dog got to (Name)’s plush and it desperately needs to be fixed. I’ll pay you!”

“No, shut up, there’s no need for that. Just drop it off in my office tomorrow morning and I’ll fix it on my lunch break”

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After cleaning up dinner, getting showered, and ready for bed you two could finally settle down for the night. “Riot come up” Eijirou patted the bed and made kissy noises for the puppy to jump onto the king bed. After spinning in a few circles he finally settled down.

“Goodnight honey” you smile and kiss Eijirou as you turn off your bedside lamp. “Goodnight sweet girl” he smiles and turns his off as well.

As you turned over to sleep you felt Kirishima grab his phone off of his nightstand. It was a habit of his to go on his phone before bed and you didn’t mind but you knew that could never work for you. You needed to distance yourself from the phone if you wanted to get some rest.

But something just felt wrong. You weren’t holding onto your shark. To be fair, you had slept with it for almost ten years now. You tried to subtly get comfortable but you just couldn’t. You knew you couldn’t sleep with it, it was broken and you didn’t want to risk breaking it even more in your sleep.

“I can’t sleep” you sigh out into the open as you turn your head around to look at your husband who just smiles and shakes his head while grabbing the remote “come cuddle and watch some tv maybe that’ll make you sleepy” he pulls you close to him so that you’re laying your head on his chest “I’m probably not as good as Mr Cuddles but I assure you, I’m the next best thing” he rubs your back gently

“You’re the best” you smile at him as you feel yourself becoming sleepy

#anime #bnha #my hero academia #mha kirishima #mha bakugou #eijiro kirishima #kirishima x reader #domestic kirishima #pro hero #my hero academy fanfiction #kirishima fluff #kirishima x you #kirishima eijirou #bnha eijiro kirishima #bnha kirishima #kirishima x fem!reader #x reader

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mscordonean · 15 days

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MY LOVE MINE ALL MINE

You're new photo shoot was a success in the papers! Guys around the world are loving the new magazine! Kento:... Oop! Looks like someone's jealous! Kento:.... And that's my que to leave y'all, enjoy!

"No no nooo" Kento's secretary panics after checking the official social media page of the company. "What's wrong Mr. Secretary" you say getting his handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the sweat off his forehead. "Don't do that Mr. Nanami will kill me 2x!!!". "Okay now I'm really curious, spill it out!". "I posted a picture of you to the platform that Mr. Nanami specifically told me not to! I must have been half asleeppp". The man sobs as if his life was about to end. "Let me see what picture you posted" you grab his phone and see the picture. Oh this was bad, Kenny was gonna kill him! "This is the one Ken jerked off to!". The Secretary stares and you for a moment and you realised you might have overshared just a little bit. "Well other men are probably doing that to this pic aswell!" "Well then just delete it!" "I can't the press are gonna mark that down in history and the company will be at risk!" Suddenly you two hear a deep voice call out to you guys.

"Is anything the matter Mr. John and my lovely Wife?" You react to quickly, clinging onto Mr. John's arm. 'I'm going to get fired!' Mr. John thinks pulling you off him. "We were just talking about my next photo shoot honey, why don't you go out side to get some fresh air". You chuckle nervously while holding onto his arm and leading him out. "Wait a minute I'm not an old man i can go myself!". You and Mr. John stare at him. "I mean thank you for the offer honey, come by my office later". He pecks you on the lips and leaves. "WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO". You and Mr. John scream together. "just leave it for now, if you don't make it obvious maybe he won't check!" You praise yourself with a pat on the back. "You're right!, I'll be going then miss" Mr. John sighs in relief , "Bye Mr. John!"

A few hours later...

You are scrolling on your phone, waiting for your next photo shoot in an hour when a next pops up on your screen.

You make your way up to Kento's office not thinking about the consequences of your actions. You open the door to see Kento staring at his phone. "Ken?" He looks up at you. "Did you ask Mr. John to put these pictures up?" He looks tired, worn out even. "no no it wasn't on purpose, Mr. John accidentally-" Kento gets annoyed. "so he did this". "Not only that but he allowed these disrespectful boys say things about you". You look at his phone and see the "she wants me frrr" and "i wish i was that lollipop" comments and laugh. "I get that all the time Kenny and your only just seeing it?" He glares at you. "Don't be jealous Ken, I only want you frrr" you sit on his lap and pull his tie towards you for a kiss. He kisses you for longer when his phone pings. It's another comment saying "Mr. Nanami better watch out before i steal his girl😮‍💨".

Kento "I'm firing Mr. John"

Yn "nooo he didn't mean to post itt"

#x black reader #mrscordonean #nanami x black!reader #nanami kento #jjk x black reader

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what-if-nct · 10 months

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Boiling NCT members down to my experience with their zodiac signs.

Johnny: Oh dear god, hard to read, you have no idea how he feels about you while simultaneously knowing he feels something but you have no idea what. Most likely obsessed with big butts.

Taeyong: Genuinely the sweetest boy in the world, kind, considerate just a bit wishy washy but always returns to you.

Yuta: Possibly the devil, sex addiction, lies for no damn reason. Will drive you absolutely crazy.but really good in bed.

Kun: Rich, successful, can probably go multiple rounds, either talks a lot or not at all it depends but it's always surface level, loves cats, every Capricorn man I've known has had a least one cat I feel like there's something to that.

Doyoung: He does not act like a single Aquarius I have met. Not even the Aquariuses in NCT. He has strong Capricorn energy though.

Ten: Sweet but a little bit of a hoe, kinda ran through.

Jaehyun: Runs from commitment doesn't even know what that is, will text you at random times when he's nearby and really misses the way your mouth feels. Even if you're in the middle of Walmart with your family. But he's hot so you deal with it.

Winwin: Secretive, you have no idea where he is or what he's doing. You don't know if he's ever told you the truth. Secretively a little freaky. He has to be. I have not met a single Scorpio man that doesn't have a ridiculous sex drive or perversions.

Jungwoo: Honestly just a sweet precious boy, who's wide eyed and thankful and the sweetest thing in the world.

Mark: Playful, kind, loyal, talks a lot and might unknowingly overshare.

Xiaojun: A little bit dramatic, will scold you for dressing improperly for the weather. Handsy and gives deep strong eye contact.

Hendery: Over the top, kinda loud, random, literally the best person in the entire world, a little feral, will eat food out of your mouth.

Renjun: Renjun is perfect so any experience with an Aries doesn't apply to him. I wouldn't disrespect him like that.

Jeno: Very calm, chill, encouraging,sweet, quiet but a great listener, and just goes along with whatever nonsense you're up to.

Haechan: Has the most audacity, will say extremely specific things that leaves you speechless and questioning your character. Honestly might have you afraid to have another human interaction.

Jaemin: Kind, considerate, caring, affectionate, so so touchy, romantic, forehead kisses at random times. Literal sunshine.

Yangyang: Energetic, disappears every five minutes, shopping addiction, easily distracted, will follow a cat around for hours.

Chenle: Hilarious, loud, so out of pocket and great to be around, you never know what to expect him to say or do.

Jisung: Awkward, shy, naive, doesn't know what to do with his hands, will want to be held. Every Aquarius born in 2002 really likes to be held and laying on your chest. Every, single, one.

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fantasylandloser · 1 year

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The Voices

Pairing: bestfriend! Rafe x Reader

Word Counts: 2.9K

Warning: depictions of drugs, mean parents, Flashbacks but Reader and Rafe are 19, mentions of Rehab, mentions of voices, very soft unrealistic Rafe, also slight rizz using aforementioned voices

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Rafe Cameron had been your best friend for eight years. You had hated him at one point of course because if a person only saw Rafe’s exterior behavior then their first thought should be hate. But when you were nine, at the Cameron house playing with Sarah while your dads did whatever, you found Rafe in a corner just staring at the wall.

You found this unusual because nobody had put Rafe in the corner, and you weren’t sure why he was just sitting there. So you, being naturally curious, asked him. He flinched at the sound of your voice, so focused on the wall that he didn’t hear your footsteps approach.

“It’s supposed to help me.” He tells you without turning.

“Help you, what?” You went to sit beside him seeing if it would help you too.

Rafe shrugged, looking around to see if his dad was near. “All the voices, my dad says I’m not supposed to talk about it or they’ll take me away.”

“Who’s they?” You wonder who would take such a young boy away from home over something like that.

Rafe looks confused for a second before answering. “He never told me.”

“Oh. Well what do the voices say to you?” The boy freezes entirely, silenced by the question that his father never bothered to ask.

“I can’t tell you... But they’re quiet now that you’re talking. I think they like listening to you.”

“Hmm… your voices are different from my dad’s voice. Because my dad says I talk too much.” You tell him, unaware of your oversharing.

Rafe frowns but then he has an idea. “Well how about we make a deal? Like businessmen do.”

“And women.” You add. “What kind of deal?”

“You can talk to me whenever you want. I’ll listen and so will the voices.”

You liked his deal and the two of you shook on it.

Rafe found out very quickly that you were chatty and he’d grown to appreciate it. Even as years went by and you grew shyer with age you always would talk to him. Into your teenage years the two of you didn’t really talk about the fact that Rafe had other voices in his head that weren’t his. But every once in a while Rafe would make a decision that you knew wasn’t his own and you’d have to bring it up.

Like on Rafe’s seventeenth birthday, and his other friends had been doing drugs. You never really thought you would have to worry about him doing drugs until one of his friends called him names until he did.

You never knew Rafe to be the type to succumb to peer pressure. When puberty hit, he got taller and his voice was deeper and even though he was a little scrawny he could still protect himself if he needed to so you weren’t sure why. You didn’t know back then how he wished he fit in and felt inferior, because on the outside he did fit in.

So, when you pulled him to the side and asked him why he was doing that, and if it was the voices. For the first time in eight years, he told you to shut up.

It really shouldn’t have upset you like it did, but for some reason, probably your dad’s voice in the back of your head telling you to ‘sit pretty and be quiet’ it did and you felt tears begin to weigh down your eyelashes. And even though you loved to chat, you were never one for arguing. And the only time you were silent with Rafe was when your feelings were hurt.

You had disappeared after that. Your other friends noticed your silence, the way that you weren’t really present any more and they were worried. But you were gone, reserved only for your thoughts and seeming more absent than ever.

Rafe felt your absence more than anyone. But he also found a new way to quiet the voices, even the ones that talked about you.

So, Rafe did a lot of coke that year, and more than he liked to admit he watched you. Without him he realized that you were so much better off. After a while of you not really being yourself, you started to make friends. You stepped out of your comfort zone, did so much that you told Rafe made you nervous, that Rafe started to think he was holding you back. So he kept his distance.

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Two years later

Rafe had heard you returned from college for the summer and he’d been doing his best to avoid you. He had done so successfully until one particular party.

He had been planning to leave after he realized that these weren’t necessarily fun for him unless he did a shit ton of coke, and after just getting out of stint in rehab he really didn’t think it was worth it.

That was until, on his way out he saw you at the door. You definitely looked different than you did at seventeen. Still beautiful of course, but more confident. And he could tell you were because you were dressed like you knew it.

The last time Rafe saw you dressed so revealingly was when you were fourteen and your mom forced you to wear a bathing suit and you cried for an hour, while he tried to convince you it was no big deal. But you were definitely not fourteen years old anymore. And definitely not that same crying little girl.

Rafe didn’t realize he was staring until you locked eyes with him. He didn’t expect you to walk towards him, leaving your friends at the door. Nor did he expect you to smile when you spoke. A dazzling smile, too.

“Hi Rafe. How are you?” Your question sounded foreign on your lips but he realized it was because you always used to know how he was doing. Rafe tripped over his own thoughts before answering you.

“I’m good.” Rafe found himself feeling shy. He wasn’t used to this feeling and it seemed to limit his vocabulary.

“That’s..good” You chuckle feeling the awkward silence settle around the two of you. “Well I didn’t wanna bother you, so I’ll see you around.” And just like that you were gone again, before Rafe could find another way to make this conversation more awkward.

He couldn’t help but feel embarrassed at the way he acted in that conversation, but he figured that if he was lucky enough he wouldn’t see you again and wouldn’t be able to make a fool of himself again.

His luck lasted about two days, until he saw you at the golf course with your dad. If he were alone, then like a normal person trying to avoid an awkward situation he would have left, but he was with his dad who spotted you two seconds after he did and seemed to have forgotten that last he heard about it, you and Rafe were no longer friends.

“Cupcake!” Ward called to you after greeting your Dad, whom he was good friends with. Rafe couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the childhood nickname of yours, given to you because of your sweet tooth and ability to consume a cupcake in two seconds.

“Hi Mr, Cameron!” You greet giving him a quick hug.

“Oh my goodness!” Ward exclaimed. “You’re gonna give me a heart attack, you’re all grown up young lady.” Rafe found himself rolling his eyes again, even though when he first saw you again he internally had the same reaction. While you were preoccupied with his dad Rafe couldn’t help but give you a once over. Noticing immediately how short your golfing skirt was, and how pretty you looked in the sun.

Rafe had zoned out as he stared at you. Not listening to the conversation you were having with his dad about school, but instead his gaze lingered on the smoothness of your legs and the small tattoo on the inside of your wrist that he hadn’t noticed at the party.

“Don’t let her talk your head off Ward. We’ll be here all day.” Your dad says chuckling at his own joke. “I swear Rafe, you’re the only one that could ever stand to hear her talk for so long.”

Your discomfort at your Dad’s comment was immediate. Rafe noticed, and he hated how you shrunk into yourself, going back to looking small. Looking almost exactly how you did when he told you to shut up at that party a few years ago. God, he hoped he didn’t make you feel like that.

“I consider myself lucky to know the sound of her voice. Others should feel the same.” Rafe said, only sparing you a glance long enough to see your discomfort turn into a small smile. Wars, sensing the tension that was commencing gracefully, decided that everyone should continue playing before the wind picked up.

You and Rafe spent the afternoon side by side. Few to no words exchanged, but an understanding of forgiveness settling around the two of you.

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After leaving the golf court Ward insisted that you and your dad come by later for dinner. You were a little nervous because you knew you’d be with Rafe alone and you weren’t sure how to prepare yourself for that. He was different from when you left for school. He used to be high all the time, and being high made him mean, and loud and irrational. You weren’t hanging out with him during that time but you did see him around, picking on people, doing dumb dangerous stunts. It was hard to see.

But now he was quieter, seemed to be kinder with the way he stood up for you, but unlike when you were friends he was calmer. Rafe used to always be fidgeting, since the day you met him he would always be moving, distracted, not really present. But the Rafe you saw today was focused, that was one thing you were sure of.

He was also muscular. The entirety of his physique seemed to have changed, with toned thighs, strong arms, and shoulders so broad that if you stood close enough to him you couldn’t see them both at once. You honestly struggled to not check him out, repeatedly.

You were sure that you failed however. Especially with the way that he had cut off his hair, and the timbre of his voice was now so smooth and almost soft that you almost wanted to beg him to say more than he did.

You knew he was clean now, your dad telling you all about how he got sent to rehab a few months ago. But seeing him really did a number on everything you thought you remembered about your friendship.

When you showed up to the Cameron residence, you hadn’t been expecting Wheezie and Sarah to be waiting for you in anticipation. You hadn’t realized how much you missed them until you saw their faces.

Wheezie asked you every question she could about your life and Sarah just wanted to know what dating in college was like. You loved answering their questions and learning about everything they had been up to while you were gone.

You never realized Rafe was lurking at the door listening to everything you said. He never fully noticed that he creeped all the way into the room, so he could hear you better. Not until Rose came to the door telling you all to come down for dinner and everyone noticed his presence at once.

You didn’t say anything about it though just offering him a small smile and walking past him to follow Rose down the stairs. When you walked by he caught a whiff of your scent. A strong aroma of vanilla that you obviously hadn’t been able to let go of since high school.

Throughout the dinner you had been pretty quiet. Rafe wondered if you were upset about what your dad had said earlier the day, because you were pretty talkative to his sisters. Then he wondered if it was because you knew he was around now that had you so quiet.

You listened to everyone when they were talking, you were so quiet and polite that Rafe wondered if he should be worried. Or if he had the right to be worried.

“Rafe, you should show cupcake the new boat.” Ward suggested, randomly. You almost laughed at the suddenness of it. Rafe as well. In highschool it had been no secret to the two of you that Ward thought you would make the perfect couple. You weren’t sure why he was so intent on it, but he used any instance to push the two of you together romantically, and you’re guessing since it didn’t work in highschool then he was back to his old shenanigans now that you were older.

That’s how you ended up walking on the dock with him so late. “I see your dad still hasn’t learned how to be subtle.” You can’t help your laugh when Rafe sends you a knowing grin. “No he has not.” He agrees.

“None of the girls you;ve been bringing home up to par, Cameron?” You ask playfully, knowing that since you've been back there had been no shortage of girls talking about how fine Rafe was now.

“Something like that.” Rafe grins bashfully. He stops in front of a boat that’s fancier than any other boat you’d ever seen. Offering you his hand after he steps on it. You can’t help but admire him when he isn’t paying attention.

“God, you’re so different now.” You find yourself saying, not even referring to his looks but instead his personality. Rafe’s cheeks heat up and for a moment without thinking, he believes you’re going to point out everything that’s deficient in him. When you notice the look on his face, you launch into explaining.

“Not in a bad way at all. You’re just so… tame. You used to be so wired all the time, but now you’re more secure and you seem to be so much calmer. Do you feel calmer?” You ask curiously.

You don’t notice the way your eyes bore into Rafe’s as you study him. “Sometimes.” He answers, which is not really the answer you’re looking for but you don’t press for him to elaborate.

“Do you… Do you still hear the voices?” You ask, your voice a whisper now. Rafe isn’t shocked by the question, he knew that you had them.

“Sometimes.” he repeats, but it’s your turn to feel shy at the way he’s staring at you, especially when you notice that you’re still holding his hand.

“What do they say?” Rafe looks away from you before staring back with the same intensity from before.

He thought looking away would help the ache in his chest, but it only started to hurt for a different reason.

“They mostly just miss you.” The words render you speechless and for a moment you wonder if you’re dreaming. Until you feel his thumb tenderly rub your cheek and you realize your imagination was never big enough for you to dream that.

“Oh.”

“Mhm” He hums, The both of you not saying a word for a minute before he’s back at it.

“You’re so pretty.” he states, and with the way he’s staring at you, you know he means it. Rafe feels like his brain has gone to mush and he’s not completely sure what happened but the filter between his brain and mouth has disappeared and he’s not really mad about it seeing the way you melt.

“Well you’ve always been pretty. I guess I’m just seeing you differently now.” But Rafe knows that's a lie because just like you’ve always been pretty, he’s always known.

You wonder where his chattiness is coming from and you can’t help but hope it never goes away.Especially if this is how he’s gonna talk to you.

“You’re pretty too.” You mumble.

“Yeah?” This time when Rafe’s thumb brushes across your face it’s your lips.

“Mhm.” You hum, dazed by his closeness.

“Can I.. kiss you?” Rafe asks, not really hesitant. But worried about where he was going with all this.

“Please do.”

When your lips collided you weren’t sure where to place your hands, until you felt his. He was everywhere. So were you.

He kissed you like he’d been waiting all ten years to do it, but you know that isn’t true because for at least four of those he was sure you had cooties.

You weren’t sure when your back hit the wall of the boat but Rafe seemed to be aware because he pulled his lips off yours like it pained him. Still caging you in, as the two of you panted against each other.

“I wasn’t supposed to do that.” Rafe says, not to you but to himself. When he sees the look on your face he’s quick to clarify.

“I’m not supposed to be in any sort of… romantic relationship for a year out of rehab.” He feels embarrassed at his choice of wording. Wondering if he jumped the gun with his use of the words romantic, but knowing he didn’t when he sees the relief on your face.

“That’s okay. That’s important.” You tell him.

“Mhm.” Rafe nods but you can tell he’s not really thinking. His fingers tracing the shape of your lips again, as he wipes the smeared lip gloss.

“Can I kiss you again?” He asks absentmindedly.

“When your year is up.” Rafe sighs at your answer, his head dropping into the crook of your neck.

#rafe cameron #fantasylandloserfic #rafe x reader #soft!rafe cameron #rafe outer banks #outer banks #obx fic #rafe cameron fluff

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v4mpgutz · 10 months

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Cardigan, Ethan Landry [ ONESHOT ]

— pt. 2 of seven but a oneshot instead of a drabble, i love ethan sm hes so cutiepie. i recommend listening to cardigan (taylor swift) as you read, it hits tbh

non-ghostface ethan landry x fem reader

warnings ! — ethan being a chronic sorry-er (bless him), ethan also pulls his hair a little bc of anxiety

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ethan was, to say the least, a little confused when he felt so warm as the sunlight started to pour in through the sheer white curtains in your living room. wait, was something touching his hair? his eyes fluttered open and he realised his face was against your chest (not that he was complaining) as he laid on top of you on your couch. one of your arms was lazily draped over his shoulders and the other massaged his scalp ever so gently, toying with his brown curls.

he took a breath in, relishing in your warmth and hold until he became fully aware of your positioning and shot up from your body. your eyes widened a little at the sudden movement, worried.

ethan sat a couple of inches away from you now, his own eyes widening as he remembered the events of the night prior. no, he thought, oh god please no. his hands reached up and pulled slightly at his hair with a wince, his breathing picked up and he turned to face you looking completely mortified

"i'm so sorry!" he blurts out, "oh.. god. i'm so so sorry, y/n."

he's so angry. he's completely outraged — had he no self-control? he kept mumbling apologies, so upset for knocking on your door at such an outrageous time and even more upset because he felt like he completely overshared and trauma dumped on you. he looks at the ground, muttering to himself.

his head perks up when you gently grab his wrists and pull his arms down, away from his hair. your fingers slowly creep down towards his hands and encase them in your own, rubbing your thumbs on the back of them.

"eth, i was the one who let you in," you reassure him. "if i didn't want to listen to you i could've easily shut the door in your face."

he swallowed and his face grew warm as he nodded. he knew you were right but he can't help feeling guilty. you sighed and brought his hands up, kissing his knuckles so softly before running your thumbs over them once more for good measure.

ethan looked away in embarrassment and went quiet. you smiled at his reaction, your eyes softening as you admired his face. he was truly an angel incarnate and this moment proved it.

his posture was stiff as he chewed his bottom lip. his hair looked lighter as the rays of sunlight coming in cascaded over him, over his hair, his skin and oh, his eyes. they brightened to such a beautiful shade and his lashes casted a small shadow over his cheeks. the golden light surrounded him like he was the reason the sun rose and in that very second you would've believed it.

you let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding and whistled, "wow."

ethan turned to you with his brows furrowed, a confused look on his face as he thought you were being judgmental. "what?" he asked. he noticed you were looking at him already and squinted slightly.

"is there something on my face?" he questioned.

you shook your head with a smile and licked your teeth. "no," you confirmed. "you just look so pretty."

if his cheeks were warm before they were absolutely burning now. he tried to reply, his mouth opening and closing like a fish yet he couldn't seem to get the words out. he'd never been called.. pretty before. it made his stomach churn in the best way possible.

you giggled and teased him a little. "awe, can't handle being complimented? ah, looks like i don't do it enough then, huh? my gorgeous boy."

ethan huffed and turned away, crossing his arms in false offence.

you saw it though, the little smile that pulled at the corners of his lips.

i actually really love this sm and i kid you not i spent like 20 minutes figuring out how to describe the sun-ray scene. like i was picturing jack in that way and just couldn't describe him bc hes so gorgeous im UGAHSNDN

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azulock · 9 months

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I just want to say I love your writing and love seeing any new posts you make even if they're for characters I don't care about I love reading your version of what a character would like or do! I was wondering if you could do a nsfw hc for a fem reader for hiori? seeing the latest chapter say he's an ultrasadist did something me lmao

Owwwwwwn thaaaank you nonnie! it's an honor knowing you'll read even the characters you don't care about geeez I feel flustered now <3 and oh boy, Hiori the oversharer, like that came out of nowhere bro, you don't just say shit like that. I can imagine the Ubers being able to hear that convo and later at their locker room being like "did you hear that?" "yeah, that was so weird". Besides he scares me, his favorite movie is ready player one, that's a worse red flag than a guy liking fight club 🚩 anyway here we go

hiori yo fem!reader nsfw headcanons

⟳ An ultrasadist by his own description, so better have a safeword in hand you might need it. He is, obviously, a dom. And I really do think for him to ever even think of subbing he'd need a lot of therapy before that. So yeah, it's the sadist dom type, hope your definition of pleasure is some hellraiser shit.

⟳ I don't need to say what type of dom he is right He's going straight for the punishment. Will intentionally make you mess up something he asks you to do just as an excuse, but he doesn't even really requires the excuse. He can be very commanding and vocal about his demands, and even demeaning if he thinks they haven't been met.

⟳ A true sucker for your pain and will do whatever he can to get it. His dick is only a bit above average so it won't stretch out your pussy too much but he can find other ways. Very much into wanting to stretch out your ass, and on making you gag while taking his cock balls deep into your mouth.

⟳ Also very much into toys. Got restraints, eye covers, gags and lots of rope. Candles for wax play and that slight burning sensation. Paddles to make sure you are bruised red. Nipple clamps that he likes tugging on a bit too much. And probably some animal ears and a plug with a tail, cause he is into pet play.

⟳ Likes playing with your clit and pussy aggressively but continuously denying you an orgasm until you've gone completely stupid. Wanna see you go dumb on his cock to the point where you are nonverbal. And even after that you ain't coming so easily. Also into dubcon like intox play and taking pictures of you while you are high and fucked out.

⟳ This twink is a tits man, loves a big fat pair of tits. He likes the sight when he gets you kneeling in front of him. Will have you tied up with your tits pushed together in a nice pretty bra sitting under his desk while he games. This way he can just shove his cock into your mouth when he gets frustrated and watch your tits bounce as you move when he looks dow. Will also have you rubbing your pussy against his foot if you ever hope to get off.

⟳ Wants you as free use, always willing to have him. Sometimes he is gonna fuck you for hours on end, no matter how tired you get. On others he'll just jerk off while watching you do something completely unaware only to show up, bend you down, and shove his cock into you just to cum inside your pussy. Or to cum all over your tits, he probably has a folder on his computer full of photos of you just like that.

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