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listofwhyyouloveher · 6 months ago

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Can you do the gang with the reader who can sleep anywhere and everywhere as they pleased😴 (Sorry if my English is a bit broken😭🫶)

Summary: The Outsider x Sleepy!Reader

Warnings: none Author's Note: gonna try and get thru a lot of requests today, ive got like 15 in my box

You were always tired. Many times you fell asleep in random places, always leaving the gang in awe of how you could sleep so well in such obscure places. Your boyfriend decided that you two needed to spend some time together, so imagine his reaction when you fell asleep!

PONYBOY CURTIS

He invited you over to study, but it really was just catching up over textbooks. It was a little past 3 and Pony was starting to get hungry, so he told you to wait while he grabbed you both a slice of cake. It was a minute before he came back, two plates in hand but he stopped dead when he saw you. You were slumped over the table, head resting on your arm, fast asleep. He laughed and you woke up with a start.

“Sorry, didn't mean to wake you” he smiled at you, placing your cake next to you. You give him a hazy smile and gently nod.

“Sorry, what were we talking about?” You ask, yawning. He smiled and shook his head.

“Maybe we should just stop and go to bed” He led you to his room and piled blankets on top of you, letting you fall asleep in his arms.

JOHNNY CADE

Johnny is also a victim of falling asleep in random places, but was never quiet at the same level as you.

Today, he invited you to the lot for stargazing. You both sat in comfortable silence as you observed Tulsa’s night sky. Johnny turned to you, a smile on his face.

“Don't you think it's pretty?” And he immediately stopped. You were asleep, curled up tightly for warmth, the moon reflecting off your pretty skin. He sighed and smiled wider, wrapping an arm around you and scooting closer to sleep alongside you.

SODAPOP CURTIS

Soda took you out to the local diner as your weekly date. He got up once to grab some milkshakes from the counter when the waiter engaged him in conversation. He tried to cut the conversation short and get back to you, but apparently he didn't do it fast enough.

When he came back to your table you were asleep, your hair splayed out and your face down in your arms. He laughed and unbuttoned his flannel to put on top of you as a makeshift blanket. He sat there in his white work tee until you woke up.

STEVE RANDLE

Invited you to come to the DX for his shift and keep him company when a customer walked in. Steve left you alone to consult them and the urge to sleep took over.

When he came back, you were nowhere to be seen. He looked for you frantically, and only until he checked the corner of the workspace did he find you.

You were passed out and curled up in the corner. He sighed out of relief and sat down next to you for a moment before laying his jacket on you as a blanket.

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

You, him and his sister hung out often. You took her to dance classes, the park and other places.

He expressed his interest in going to watch movies with his sister, so you went over to his house with a few DVDs in hand.

The movie only barely started when he went up to get popcorn and returned to find you both asleep together. He laughed and sat down next to you, careful not to wake the both of you.

DARRY CURTIS

Finds your sleepiness a very good opportunity for someone to mess with you so he always warns you about it. He was in the kitchen with you making dinner when you dozed off next to the stove.

Darry immediately woke you and started to lecture you about falling asleep near dangerous things but he turned away for one moment and you were asleep again!

He sighed, frustrated, before calming down and picking you up and carrying you to bed.

DALLAS WINSTON

He understands your sleepiness because he often gets really tired too. However, that doesn’t mean he doesnt tease you for it. He’d taken you to another one of Buck’s parties, but you were already tired from a long day, so when he sat you down to get another drink you found yourself drifting off. It didn’t matter how loud the music was or how loud the people were talking, you soon fell asleep.

Dallas came back with the drinks and gave you an unimpressed look. He sighed before placing down the drinks and picking you up. He quickly went up into his room and dumped you on the bed before going back down to the party.

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jihyoruri · 6 months ago

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❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ COME BACK TO ME(PLEASE ) kim minji x reader

↳ warnings this takes place during ditto era, minji is down bad, 6th member reader

minji stood frozen, her gaze locked on the ethereal girl as she glided past without stopping. every movement seemed choreographed, every step a graceful dance. time seemed to slow as minji drank in the girl's beauty—a beauty so unique, it made minji question her own perception of the word beauty.

it was the kind of beauty that transcended mere physical appearance, captivating minji’s senses and leaving her speechless and then that specific feeling started creeping upon minji.

regret.

the feeling of realizing you messed up the best thing that could ever happen to you.

yeah, that’s what she was feeling right now.

"oh no, don't give me that look," minji turned to hanni, who shot her a scolding glance. "you broke up with her, bro. don’t act all heartbroken just because your ego got in the way."

minji’s shoulders sagged under Hanni's sharp gaze, her expression a mix of regret and frustration. "I know, I know," she muttered, “she’s just so pretty.”

minji couldn't fathom why their ceo thought it was a stroke of genius to add yn to the group after pitting her and yn against each other the entire time. It felt like a cruel joke, especially considering the rule of having only "five people" for debut for the group only to suddenly change course and introduce yn months after their debut dropped. the decision felt like a slap in the face.

like everything she did was for nothing, like letting yn go was for nothing, being an asshole was all for nothing.

“she is.” hanni responded with no remorse, not even flinching at minji’s glare, “and I don’t know what you were thinking.” she says rubbing salt into the wound causing minji to groan and throw her head back.

"I don't know what I was thinking either," minji whispered to herself, the weight of her own words echoing in the quiet of the room.

with a heavy sigh, she pushed herself up from the couch, a weariness settling over her like a heavy blanket. "I'm gonna go lay down," she muttered as she trudged away, her steps heavy with the burden of her thoughts.

"don’t forget we're all meeting back in the living room in an hour to watch ditto drop!" hanni’s voice called after minji, her words giving a burst of energy that clashed with minji’s mood. but minji was already disappearing down the hallway, her groan serving as a half-hearted response to hanni’s reminder.

minji kept her gaze fixed on the floor as she made her way down the hall to her room, lost in her thoughts and oblivious to the figure approaching that makes their way down to opposite side of the hall with a bag of caramel popcorn in their hands, with a sudden collision, their bodies collided, eliciting a yelp from both parties involved.

startled , minji looked up, her breath catching in her throat as her eyes met yn’s. time seemed to stand still as they locked gazes, minji momentarily forgetting how to breathe in the presence of the girl.

while the girl stuffs an handful the popcorn she already had in her hand in her mouth while clutching the bag in her other.

minji observed yn’s awkward attempt to slowly chew the sweet popcorn, her mind racing faster than her mouth could keep up. "you're still obsessed with caramel popcorn?" she blurted out, the words tumbling from her lips before she could fully process them.

yn’s eyes flicked up to meet minji’s, a hint of sheepishness coloring her expression as she swallowed the popcorn. "yeah," she admitted but immediately hardening up, “that doesn’t matter though, since nothing about me matters.” she responds quoting the older girls words causing minji to cringe.

“yn-“

"I really don't want to hear it," yn interjected quietly, cutting off minji’s attempt to speak. "you said what you had to say already," she added, her tone tinged with a hint of vulnerability before turning and walking down the hall.

minji hand instinctively reached out as if to stop her, but she hesitated, the weight of yn’s words settling heavily in her chest. With a resigned sigh, minji let her hand fall back to her side, watching silently as yn disappeared from view, the distance between them feeling wider than ever before.

she felt the weight in her chest get heavier as she turned around and headed to her room, being around yn has been so hard, the more she interacts with the girl the more she feels like she’s going to explode in tears.

minji lets herself sink into her bed and closes her eyes letting her guilty tears fall, she pulls her blanket over her and lets sleep slowly take over.

and just as she closes her eyes she opens them, when she feels an excited hyein open the door of the room, minji looks at the time, it’s been an hour since she fell asleep.

“minji unnie, get up!”the younger yells, “we have two minutes.” she says before running out the room

minji stares at the ceiling before letting out a sigh and dragging herself out of her bed, she makes her way out her room and she immediately here’s the loud noises of her members.

despite her reluctance, minji knew she couldn't stay holed up in her room forever. with a resigned sigh, she squared her shoulders and began to make her way towards the source of the commotion, steeling herself for whatever awaited her on the other side.

as soon as she walks into the living room she’s met with danielle’s of hurry’s.

minji can’t help but smile at the girls contagious excitement, but that smile immediately disappears when she sees that only spot open is the one beside yn who hasn’t looked up from her bowl of caramel popcorn since minji entered the room.

taking a deep breath to steel herself, minji forced a shaky smile and approached the couch, taking the seat beside yn.

the air between them felt charged with tension, a silent barrier that seemed to loom larger with each passing moment. despite her best efforts to ignore it, minji couldn't shake that feeling she got in her chest around yn.

she opened her mouth to whisper a greeting but was cut off by the greeting and of the other girls as the countdown started.

she played with her fingers as the screams got louder when the music video started, she couldn’t help but smile at the music video, especially the scenes where it was just her and yn, she remembers how nervous she was when the director told her that her and yn will have multiple parts alone together, the filming was so awkward but seeing how nice it tuned out made her warm inside.

feeling a gentle nudge, minji turned to look at yn, who had her eyes fixed on the music video playing on the screen. furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, minji followed yn’s gaze down to the bowl of caramel popcorn nestled between them.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of minji’s lips as she realized yn’s subtle invitation to share the snack.

minji reached out and scooped up a handful of the sweet and salty treat, the warmth of yn’s gesture washing over her like a comforting embrace.

as she popped a kernel into her mouth, minji couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope flicker within her, a silent reassurance that perhaps, despite the distance that had grown between them, there was still a chance for reconciliation.

once the music video finished all the girls got up, they all agreed to make cookies after watching the music video, minji watched as they made their way around the corner to the kitchen, their conversation buzzing about the music video.

hanni shot minji an encouraging look before nodding to yn who still at bedside minji with her face in her phone probably texting her family members about the music video, she then turned the corner and made her way to the kitchen like the rest of the girls.

minji swallowed nervously, the lump in her throat betraying the turmoil of emotions swirling within her. "Um, yn?" she began tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper amidst the din of the room.

yn finally tore her gaze away from the screen of her phone, turning to look at minji with a raised eyebrow, a silent question lingering in her eyes. the weight of their unspoken tension hung heavy in the air, casting a palpable unease over their interaction.

minji took a deep breath, summoning the courage to voice the words that had been weighing on her mind. "I... I just wanted to say... I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice trembling with the raw vulnerability of her confession. "For everything."

"I... I don't know what I was thinking," minji continued, her voice cracking with emotion. "the pressure of debuting was just so high, and the fact that it was either me or you getting kicked out of the lineup made everything worse." She paused, her words hanging heavy in the air as she struggled to articulate the depth of her remorse.

"I let my fear and insecurity cloud my judgment," minji confessed, her gaze dropping to her hands as she fidgeted nervously with her fingers.

“But that's no excuse for how I treated you. You didn't deserve that, and I'm truly sorry for hurting you, I don’t even know how I even thought of hurting someone I love so much, I need you to know that ever since that day all I’ve wanted was you back.”

the weight of her confession hung between them, the silence stretching taut with the unspoken hope for forgiveness. minji heart pounded in her chest, her pulse echoing in her ears as she waited with bated breath for yn’s response.

"the pressure was pretty high, huh?" yn echoed softly, her tone tinged with a mixture of understanding and resignation. she sighed, her gaze flickering briefly to the bustling activity in the other room before returning to minji’s troubled expression.

"I get it," yn admitted, her voice carrying a weight of shared experience. "we were all under immense pressure, and it's easy to let it get the best of us." she reached out, laying a gentle hand on minji arm, a silent gesture of solidarity. "but that doesn't excuse what happened between us."

there was a quiet intensity in yn’s gaze as she locked eyes with minji, a silent plea for honesty and accountability. "I appreciate your apology," she said softly, her words carrying a note of sincerity. "but apologies alone won't mend what's broken.”

minji felt her chest sink and it was obvious that yn could see it in her eyes, “I do see us together minji I really do, but let’s do this slowly.”

minji nodded, her throat tight with unspoken words. despite the ache of longing that pulsed within her, she knew that yn was right. rebuilding what they once had would take time and patience, a delicate process that couldn't be rushed.

"Okay," minji murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I understand, I’ll do anything to fix this, I’m kinda obsessed with you.”

yn laughed and pressed a soft kiss to minji’s cheek, “yeah, it’s obvious.” obvious she teases before getting up from the couch and reaching out her hand towards minji, “lets go help with the cookies.”

minji couldn’t contain the smile that broke out on her face as she interlocked her hand with yn’s letting the girl drag her towards the kitchen.

she looks at yn and is completely mesmerized and just like always her mouth is faster than her mind, “you looked amazing in the music video, best way to make your official debut.”

“oh, shut up.”

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spicyspiders · 1 year ago

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heart burning hot enough for the both of us

Miguel O'Hara x male reader smut. Warning for consensual somnophilia and hints of possessiveness at the end.

You had set your plan nearly a week ago. You knew the new season of your favorite show would drop on Friday, so you planned to wake up early to get a few episodes in before you had to show up for your shift at work.

However, Miguel made it tough to follow through that morning. You couldn’t really be mad at him, it was normal for your bodies to shift toward each other during the night and to wake up in a familiar position of him wrapped around you or vice versa.

Of course, that morning would find you waking up with his arms wrapped around your waist. You tried to leave his embrace without waking the man up, but when attempted to pull away by grabbing his hand, his arms around you tightened.

“Where are you going?” Miguel asked, his voice full of sleep.

“To watch my show,” you responded. You tried grabbing at his hands again, but Miguel didn’t let up.

“Stay in bed,” he whined and tangled your legs back together.

You let out a sign. It took what felt like ten minutes to pull your legs out of his carefully enough not to wake him, all for Miguel to easily undo all the work you had done. “I’ve been talking about this show all week.”

“It’ll be there later,” he said and settled his body back down into the bed.

“So will you,” you said, and finally just decided to muster up the strength to pull your way out.

Miguel let out a frustrated noise when you were finally out and stood on your side of the bed. “Sassy bastard,” Miguel said and stretched himself out enough that he could smack your ass.

You quickly stepped away when his hand suspiciously felt it was going to wrap around your hip so he could yank you back into the covers. You dodged when what came next from Miguel was a pillow flying at your head.

“You know most people wake their boyfriend up with breakfast in bed, and not by going to watch a fucking tv show!” He yelled through the doorway.

As you sat down on the couch and turned the tv on, you could hear the noises of Miguel angrily flopping around, trying to get comfortable again so he could go back to sleep.

Later that night, when you had gotten home from work, Miguel ended up joining you to watch the episodes you had left. With him came a bowl of popcorn and the two of you took turns in feeding each other pieces.

When his mouth wasn’t full of popcorn, Miguel was asking you questions about the show. It should have annoyed you, but when you would occasionally take your eyes off the screen to feed him, a small smile would light up your face when he would obediently open up his mouth when you would press a piece to his lips.

It was later into the night than you had expected it to be when you wrapped up the last episode. “We made a mess,” you observed when you stood up to stretch. Pieces of popcorn littered the floor around your feet. While you waited through the credits for another episode to play, you would toss pieces of popcorn into the air to see if Miguel could catch them in his mouth. You guessed that when it was your turn, it took more pieces than you had expected to fly through the air before you were able to catch one.

“We’ll clean it tomorrow,” Miguel said, and you watch as he adorably rubbed at one eye tiredly. Before you could pass through your doorway, Miguel pulled you close and pressed a buttery kiss to your lips.

Afterward, you thought that when Miguel moved you in front of him was for you to pass through first, the man already knowing that his shoulders would be too broad for you both to fit. You swatted at his hands as he tried to grab and pitch your ass with his big hands as you both headed to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

You let him hold you extra tight that night. You almost thought Miguel was going to start purring when he finally had you back in his arms, but all the man did was let out a sigh of contentment and press his chest flush to your back.

You woke up the next morning in an all too familiar position, the only different thing was Miguel’s cock was digging into your ass through the cotton of the clothing you wore.

You felt a wave of arousal run through your body when you pressed your ass back into his clothed cock and heard the man let out a low noise in response. The noise pulled your attention away from Miguel momentarily when the sound made your cock twitch in your pants.

“Sorry, baby,” Miguel said when you rolled your ass back again into his cock, and pulled away so he could flop onto his back. His arms had gone from around your body to underneath his pillow, like Miguel was trying to create a pillow for the one he already had.

He must have thought you needed to go to work and were trying to pull away. It wasn’t the first time you had woken up to the hot line of his cock against your ass or your hip or wherever the heated skin was pressed to. Nor was it the first time you had woken up like that on a day that you had a morning shift and needed to be at work only to be distracted by Miguel’s cock.

Well this morning, without the tv show or a shift you needed to worry about being there to distract you, you had the perfect opportunity to take care of his needs. You weren’t getting out of bed to go make him breakfast in bed, but you could put money on knowing that he would find what you were about to do much more enjoyable.

You moved like you had the morning before: in slow movements to not disturb him. You froze at the noise Miguel made when you pulled the blanket away, you wanted to wake up while his cock was in your mouth, not before you could even get his pants off.

Luckily, Miguel did not wake up, only spread himself out further, like his legs were trying to chase the warmth he thought they left.

You quickly occupied the space they had made, keeping a close eye on Miguel’s face. It was a very handsome face, so it’s not like you minded. You also didn’t mind taking your eyes away and moving them down his body.

Miguel’s chest rose and fell as he breathed. You almost wanted to keep watching his chest; it wasn’t very cold in your bedroom, so you wanted to see how long it would take for his nipples to get hard, if they even would.

From the way he was stretched out, Miguel’s shift had ridden up just enough for his treasure trail to show. The dark line of hair led your eyes down to where his cock stood full and ready for release.

Miguel’s shorts and underwear he slept in were an obstacle that made your heart hammer in your chest as you pulled them down. Once they were out of the way, your heart hammered from the anticipation.

You wasted no time getting up close and personal with the cock in front of you. You had to bite your lip to contain the noise that wanted to come out when your nose made contact and you smelled Miguel’s musky scent.

You opened your mouth to let your tongue run along the thick vein along the underside of his cock. The head of Miguel’s cock was still dry when you reached it, but you knew it wouldn’t take long for the bitter taste of his precome to hit your tastebuds.

You took the head in and slowly made your way down the thick shaft of his cock. Miguel’s girth stretched your lips, but the ache that you knew was sure to come only pushed you further. You tried to take him down to the root so you could bury your nose in the thatch of pubic hair that was at the base of his cock, but pulled off when the head of his cock brushed your gag reflex.

As you held yourself up with bent knees, you knew that you were in the perfect position to bring your hips down and grind your cock into the sheets, but before you give yourself even a hint of relief to your hard cock, you needed to taste that bitter taste of his precome on your tongue.

You couldn’t help the small noise that left your chest as you sucked the head of his cock back into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the head, trying to pull the liquid out. You ran your tongue around the edge where you knew it was the most sensitive. When you went back up to tongue the slit, the tip of your tongue finally found the taste.

Once the taste had hit your tongue, you could hear Miguel let out a chuckle, “what’re you doing down there?” He asked, even though he knew exactly what you were doing. You wanted to ignore him and keep going so you could draw more of the taste out, but one of his hands made its way to your shoulder so he could push you off his cock, a first.

“I’m waking you up,” you said, your voice sounding just as rough as Miguel’s. You spoke again after licking your way down the shaft of his cock to tease at his balls, “why? Do you want me to get out and make you breakfast in bed?”

Miguel answered by wrapping a hand around the base of his cock to guide it back inside your mouth. He left his hand wrapped tightly around the base, letting you suck at his cock comfortably without the worry of your gag reflex.

“Wish I could take a picture,” Miguel bit out, “show you how good you look with my cock in your mouth,” his words fell off with a groan.

You moaned around his cock as it felt like a steady stream of his precome was hitting your tongue, letting you know what was to come. It didn’t take long for the full taste of his come to hit your tongue under the tight wet suction of your mouth. Accompanying the taste that you swallowed down were the loud noises of pleasure Miguel let out and ended with breathy noises as he rode the aftershocks.

You pulled off his cock with a wet pop and rose up until you could rest back on your knees. Miguel lay there, boneless in his post-orgasm state, and watched you with his red eyes as you pushed his shirt up, revealing his muscular chest.

You watched as Miguel licked his lips when you wrested your shorts and underwear down to pull your cock out. It only took a few tugs for your orgasm to shoot through you. You both watched with dark, lust-filled eyes as your come stripped the broad expanse of his chest, the white color standing out against the tone of his skin.

Miguel’s cock gave a twitch when you reached out to run your fingers through the mess. You rubbed it into the warmth of his skin, not stopping until it was all gone. Possessiveness curled deep within your stomach, leaving you with a warm feeling.

Miguel was smirking when you met his eye, like he could read your mind. The pull of his mouth made his fangs peak out, causing a small shiver to go through you, knowing exactly how sharp they are just from looking at them.

Miguel pulled you down onto his chest when you both pulled the rest of your clothing off. It was easy to find sleep again, wrapped in his warm, sweaty embrace.

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anystalker707 · 1 year ago

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Do I have a chance?

Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x [gender neutral] Reader Words: ~ 1 600 Summary: Ace is just trying to get you to like him. Tags: he's so. ace. / Marco just sits back and eats popcorn while watching it happen

Requested by anon [Hi! Could I request male reader X Ace where Ace is nice and adorable with everyone except reader? Ace is not toxic or mean to Reader, he just acts more serious and tough around him (...)]

MASTERLIST

Your eyes observed Ace in the distance as he talked with the others. He would often giggle, showing that wide smile that made your heart flutter as he opened that wide smile. Sometimes he would joke about something, playing offended and being way too dramatic, and it was also way too cute when he randomly fell asleep. Only you knew how hard it was not to just reach out and ruffle his hair, play with his messy black strands, maybe squish his cheeks together, and kiss all over his freckles…

All of it was to be appreciated just by far, though. Marco and the others were so lucky.

“Ah, hey, (y/n),” Ace mumbled with a light wave as he approached when you sat at one of the tables on Moby Dick’s with a book in hand. “I was wondering, could you help me with some bandages? It’s kinda tricky to clean the wounds.” He pointed to the bandage on his shoulder. He didn’t smile. Okay. It was so awkward when Ace did that. It felt like he was annoyed by you.

“Sure.” You grabbed the marker and slipped it into the book before closing it. His eyes glanced down at it.

“What book is that?” Ace blinked as he observed you set it aside.

You raised an eyebrow, looking at it for a moment, and hummed. “Ah, it’s just something I grabbed from Marco.” You took the book while standing up, observing the cover for a moment. Ace always asked you about the stuff you read or watched, so you just told him about it before he asked. “It’s about a king who searches for the fragments of his dead wife’s soul. He’s the main character, along with a guy and a girl. This other guy is so cool. He’s stoic, y’know, all serious and tough. Very cool character. The king is way too dramatic.”

Despite your grin, Ace only raised an eyebrow in brief interest and nodded with a hum. “Oh, great. Sounds cool.”

Why did he always make things awkward?

You nodded with a hum. “Either way, I’m going to put it away. Where do you want to change your bandages—”

“Your cabin?” Ace said almost instantly. You blinked a couple of times before slowly nodding, and he exhaled softly. “Then let’s go.”

Ace was terribly quiet during all of that. He was serious, not reacting so much to your jokes and barely keeping the subjects going, so you just opted for silence. If he really disliked you, you didn’t want to keep bothering him. Even so; if he disliked you, why did he insist on always trying to be around you? You’d questioned Marco about that a couple of times, but all he did was scoff and chuckle in response.

You did favors to Ace once in a while, yeah—you two were close crewmates at the beginning—, and that was never the issue, just that he didn’t even thank you this time. Ace just walked out of the cabin before you could finish speaking, leaving his button-up on your bed.

Ace had sort of told Marco his plans. Marco didn’t agree at all, but he also knew he wouldn’t be able to convince someone with a thick head like Ace, so he didn’t even try too much. Honestly, Marco couldn’t even wonder how you were feeling with all this mess because he would often catch you gazing at Ace with those dreamy eyes.

One of the things that went through Marco’s head was certainly about the amount of functioning brain cells inside Ace’s head. If Ace was too shy to confess to you, maybe he should try some tactic that didn’t involve making you fall for him and confessing to him instead. Or just anything that involved Ace being Ace instead of someone who clearly didn’t please you.

As far as Marco could remember, it started when Ace wanted to find things to talk about with you, and the fact you were around reading a few books made it easy for Ace to figure out two things to chat about: what kind of stuff you liked, and also what your type was, hopefully. Marco could remember Ace ranting to him about how you loved all the serious and Stoic characters from those books, admiring their coolness. It was a matter of time until Ace was changing into that said demeanor whenever around you, but his attempts at being serious honestly just made Marco want to hide due to the second-hand shame. Ace was so stupid. He was like a weird kid.

On the other hand, Marco also wanted to strangle Ace to make him confess to you already. He noticed that most of the crew was dispersed now that you stopped by an island. You were sitting alone at one of the tables on the main deck, reading your book.

“Oi, Ace-yoi,” Marco caught Ace’s attention. “I’m going ahead to the shop, so can you tell (y/n) I’ll already be there?” He didn’t actually wait for Ace to answer before he left, waving back at Ace with his other hand stuck in his pocket.

Damn, Marco. He could’ve at least told Ace something about that before. At the moment, he wasn’t fucking prepared to talk with you. Ace’s mind was racing as he looked back and saw you there, nose buried in that same book from the other day. You were the only one there aside from an occasional pirate that would walk by, which wasn’t even relevant. Marco really hated him, didn’t he?

Ace cleaned his throat and tried to seem cool as he walked over to the area where you were, hands in his pockets. He could do it. He was going to do it so well that maybe you’d confess to him today. The same things went over and over in his mind as he leaned back against the wall, letting his hat cover his face lightly. You probably were sleeping hugging the shirt that he left in your room. He probably looked so cool. He was so cool.

… Well, why didn’t you approach him, then? What was taking you so long?

You had noticed Ace’s presence there, of course—how could you not? It wasn’t even the first time he saw you after the day you fixed his bandages, but you still wished that Ace would finally come to thank you or ask for his shirt back. Despite having your eyes glued to the page, you weren’t reading a thing. You couldn’t read a thing.

This was already getting on your nerves. Did Ace think he was better than anyone? Did Ace hate you?

Ace jumped when the book was suddenly tossed at him. He gasped as he caught it before it fell to the ground, holding it tightly in his hands.

“What’s wrong with you?” You stood there, pointing at Ace accusingly. He had wide eyes, mouth opening and closing as he tried to say something, but it never came. You groaned, clenching your hands into fists and stepping towards him. “I get it that you don’t like me, but I don’t see the reason you keep hanging around! If I annoy you so much, then just avoid me, and I’ll return the favor!” You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as you took a moment; the dumbass just stood there tensely, face red. “Look, you could’ve at least acknowledged that I cleaned your wounds and taken your shirt back!”

Ace finally managed to choke something out. “But I don’t hate you!” His voice sounded weaker than he planned. Shit, he was making a fool of himself in front of you again. He groaned, looking at the book and slipping it in his pocket, not knowing what to do with it.

“You don’t have to lie, Ace!”

“I’m not lying!” Ace groaned as he pulled his hat over his face to hide it. “Ahh, I fucked it all up… I’m so sorry, (y/n)!”

A sigh escaped your lips. “Ace, it’s okay, really. You’re not obligated to like me or anything.”

Ace lowered his hat enough to look at you over the brim of it. He stuttered a couple of times but decided to take a pause—he took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. “Look, I’m so sorry. I actually like you a lot.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, eyeing Ace up and down. “What do you even mean by that? Like me? Ace—”

“I was trying to be like those characters you talk about! From the books, I mean.” Ace sighed in frustration. He adjusted his hat, letting it hang over his back. “I thought you’d like me more if I did it.”

“Ace…” You sighed, burying your face in your hands and then rubbing your temples. Now all the hints that Marco dropped were starting to make sense. “Okay. Terrible choice, actually, because I like it when you’re being yourself.” Ace furrowed his eyebrows, so you nodded more. “I’m always hoping you’ll be silly and playful when you’re around me because it’s so cute.” Your cheeks reddened as you confessed it, but there was no other way to fix things without talking it out, even more after a misunderstanding going on for so long. “Just be yourself, Ace. I actually like you a lot, as well.”

Ace was pouting a little, his cheeks all red. “Can I hug you, (y/n)? Pretty please?”

A chuckle escaped your lips as you felt your face heating up as well. “Yeah, yeah, I—”

He was in your arms before you could finish saying it, hugging you tightly. “I’m sorry, okay? I won’t do it again.”

“Yeah, you better.” You patted his back lightly with a sigh.

“You know,” Ace chuckled a little bit as he pulled back; his cheeks were redder as he looked away. “Do I, y’know, do I have a chance with you now that I’m being the way you like me?”

You raised an eyebrow and slowly grinned wide. “Hmm, I’ll think about it,” you teased a little, kissing his cheek.

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l5byrinth · 2 years ago

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Whenever

pairing: chad meeks martin x fem!reader

warnings: signs of an eating disorder!!!!!, fluff, lmk if i missed anything

summary: in which Chad notices that you have been avoiding to eat and that you show signs of insecurity. so he tries to comfort you the best he can.

requested!

a/n: you are all so beautiful/handsome and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. i hope you know that whenever you’re feeling low, there will always be someone you can come to or share your feelings to. and even if you don’t have someone, i can be that someone. i love you all and hope you have a wonderful day/night <33333333

don’t copy my work or translate it on anywhere unless i give you the permission to

It all began small. At first, it was the popcorn you didn't want while watching a movie. Chad didn't think too much of it because he assumed you weren't hungry or something.

Then it became whenever you two were together. You, his girlfriend, would never touch or even glance at the food he offered.

When he made something for himself and asked if you wanted something, you said you weren't hungry.

He began to pay attention to the small details, the signs you gave. But he wasn't sure if he was seeing things correctly.

Today was no exception. He observed how you looked in the mirror when trying on clothes during your trip to the mall. You looked like you were about to cry which broke his heart a million little times. If only you could see yourself through his eyes.

He approached you from behind and wrapped his arms around you. When he kissed your cheekbones and left gentle kisses on your neck, you giggled.

"What was that for?" You laughed as he backed away. He shrugged with a slight grin and glanced down at the shirt you were wearing. He knew you liked it. He knew it from the look on your face.

“You look beautiful in this, Y/n.” He said, tugging at your shirt gently.

“Really? Because I feel like this doesn’t suit me.” You spoke, still staring at yourself in the mirror.

“Really. And it does suit you.” He assured with a big smile on his face.

After a long day of going to the mall, and bowling after that, you decided it was time to go home.

You and Chad were walking towards your dorm hand in hand. His was mind filled with thoughts. All of them about you.

When you had entered your dorm, Chad was standing in the doorway as you took of your jacket.

“Chad? Since when are you scared to come inside?” You chuckled, walking over to him. You draped your arms around the back of his neck and pulled him inside with a giggle.

His expression however didn’t change and your face fell at this.

“Is everything okay, my love?” You questioned him, growing worried about why your boyfriend wasn’t his cheery usual self.

“Y/n. You know you can always talk to me about anything, right? Anything that is bothering you.” He put his hands on your waist.

“I know, Chad,” You smiled, “and you should know you can do too.”

“I know. I know.” He sighed. He really wanted you to know you could tell him anything. He hoped that if he said this, you would consider telling him about your problems.

He planted a soft kiss on your forehead and leaned his forehead against yours. “You’re so beautiful, Y/n, inside and out.” He muttered with his eyes closed.

Your heart skipped a beat. You wondered why he was like this all of a sudden. It’s not like he never complemented you, it’s just that this compliment felt different.

Suddenly you could feel the tears bubble up and you hated yourself for it. You blinked a few times to blink them away, but before you knew it, tears streamed down your face.

Chad opened his eyes when he heard your sobs and pulled you in closer. With his arms strongly wrapped around you, you cried with your face in his chest.

He rubbed your back soothingly, whispering sweet nothings.

“I don’t deserve you, Chad. I’m a complete mess.” You sobbed.

“That’s not true, Y/n, I don’t deserve you and you deserve so much better than me.” He says, planting a kiss on the top of my head. I wanted to protest, but he didn’t let me.

“Besides your my mess.” He jokes and you could hear the smile in his voice. You laugh at this and his smile grows wider by hearing it.

“Look, Y/n, you don’t have to tell me anything if you aren’t comfortable with it or if you just don’t want to.” He whispered, his hand still rubbing your back soothingly.

“I know its difficult, but I’m so proud of you. I believe in you, okay? And I’ll always be here for you.”

His reassuring words made you feel somewhat relieved on the inside.

You pulled away a little so you could look him in the eyes. “Thank you, Chad.”

In that moment, in his arms, you wish you could stay like that forever. You wish you could be with him forever.

“I love you.” You whispered, your eyes never leaving his as you saw them soften.

“I love you too.” Chad whispered with a lovesick smile while wiping away your tears. He was happy that you knew you could come to him for whatever.

Whenever.

#chad meeks martin #chad meeks martin x reader #chad meeks x reader #ethan landry x reader #scream vi #scream #fluff

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pablitogavii · 1 year ago

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Can you write about Gavi where he's having a get together or a movie night with his teammates at his apartment and his gf is teasing him while sitting in his lap so he takes her to the bedroom and they can't keep quiet so his teammates kinda hear them having sex and tease them when they get back to the living room and Gavi is proud while his gf is embarrased and hides her face in his neck for the reminder of the night

"Bueno, here are the popcorns and drinks chicos" you said setting it on the table for them as they all say polite 'thank you' while your boyfriend Gavi pulled you to his on his lap and kissed your lips sweetly.

"Have you chosen the move yet?" you said next snaking your arm around your man's neck and resting your head on his shoulder which he gladly welcomed.

"This new action movie that came on Netflix" Pablo said and you nodded about to get up from his lap but he held you back thinking that he wants you to stay and watch with them instead.

"Amor?" you said to him while his friends were chitchatting amongst themselves and he smirked asking if you wanted to watch the movie with them.

"What if they mind?" you said referring to the boys but Pablo smiled shaking his head knowing that would not be the case.

"You boys wouldn't mind if my girl watched the movie with us, right?" Pablo asked and since it was only Pedri, Ansu and Pablito Torres they all nodded their heads welcoming you to the party.

"Bueno, come here then princesa" he said moving a little as you got off his lap sitting comfortably under the blanket besides him as his arm naturally wrapped around you.

The movie was definitely one of those 'boy movies' that was filled with gunshots and extreme action so you quickly lost interest on the screen..instead finding yourself aching while observing the flexed biceps of you man wrapped around you protectively.

Pablo was oblivious to the affect he had on you while biting his lip or softly caressing the skin of your arm only making you ache for his fingers to touch you somewhere else instead..but then you remembered you weren't alone..maybe if you are careful, the boys wouldn't notice what's going on under the blanket???

You slowly moved closer and he smiled kissing the top of your head not realizing where your mind was at but once your hand rested on his thigh he started to get the clues.

You kept slowly rubbing up and down his thigh noticing him shifting uncomfortably while looking at his friends whose eyes were glued onto the screen. When your hand moved upwards his grabbed your wrist and he leaned to whisper into your ear.

"What are you doing, princesa??" he was smirking which only motivated you to continue playing with him more. You didn't say anything and instead you nuzzled your face into his neck leaving open mouth kisses around his adam's apple which always drove him crazy.

"Amor...no estamos solos" he groaned whispering underneath his breath so only you could hear it and you smirked counting with your ministration regardless to his comment now sucking on his sweet spot.

"Mala princesa.." he growled holding your wrist tightly in his grasp and you whine a little making him weary of his friend's noticing what was going on so he let go..what a big mistake!

Your hand immediately went into his grey sweatpants holding his hard member and making him shift once again biting his lips as to not groan at the sudden pleasure he felt.

He was quick to take your hand out and give you a warning look which made you roll your eyes in annoyance. You were so turned on and you wanted him now!!

You got up walking to get some water from the kitchen smirking to yourself when you noticed that he was checking out your ass in the shorts you were wearing.

"Estás bien, hermano?" Pedri was the first who noticed Pablo shifting and trying to fix the 'mess' you made a few moments ago. He just nodded saying everything was alright and changing the topic quickly to the movie as you returned.

This time instead of sitting next to him, you noticed that he was trying to 'calm himself down' so you deliberately sat on his lap continuing to watch the movie innocently.

His hands went on your hips and he tried hard to pretend like nothing was bothering him but every time you would move the slightest, your ass would rub against him and his whole body would contract.

"I'm really enjoying the movie, cariño" you said sarcastically and he knew it but only nodded his head trying his best to keep you still on his lap.

"If you don't stop this, you will regret it princesa!" he warned now grabbing your hair and pulling it back while whispering into your ear. Once you push Pablo past his breaking point, you should watch out for his reaction.

"Make me!" you smirked immediately regretting it when he got to his feet and grabbed your body tossing it over his shoulder and walking to your shared bedroom not caring that his friends were watching his do it.

You were excited but didn't expect him to do anything while his friends are still here, now you were the one getting shy and he was certainly enjoying it.

He placed you on the bed hovering above you and kissing your neck while you closed your eyes in pleasure fighting an urge to moan knowing that the boys were still right outside.

"P..Pablo..w..wait..they are outside" you remind him but seeing his eyes you knew that he didn't care about that fact after being teased so much by you.

"You didn't seem to care when you wanted to suck my dick right in front of their eyes!? So now you will do just that and let them hear what a slut I make out of you!" he said pulling you to your knees and you look up while he undid his sweatpants playing his his hard shaft before bringing it to your mouth.

"Open princesa.." he smirked and you licked your lips before taking his shaft into your mouth as he immediately started fucking your mouth roughly making you gag around him quite loudly.

"Is this what you wanted my little slut!? Huh!? You wanted me to fuck your brains while my friends are watching a movie in our living room!?" Pablo was growling while fucking your mouth and your panties were ruined at this point from how hot he was when he was dominating you like this.

"I asked you a question!" he grabbed your throat and you pulled his out of your mouth still stroking him with your head while nodding shyly.

"Words!" Pablo warned and you swore you never saw him more attractive than in that moment.

"Yes baby..I wanted you to fuck my brains out while your friends are still here" you admit and he smirked grabbing you and tossing you back onto the bed resting comfortably in between your thighs.

"I'm going to fuck you so good you won't be able to walk for days! And don't you dare keep those moans quiet! I want everyone to hear you! Understood!?" he said looking into your dolly eyes so turned on that his cock ached to be inside of you.

"Yes, sir" you said and he immediately started pouding into you making you moan his name shamelessly not caring who heard from how good he was making your feel.

"Just like that amor..tell them who you belong to..moan for me" he said tossing your legs onto his shoulders moving even deeper and you could feel him in your tummy with pain mixed with intense pleasure.

"Pablo..I'm close..so..close!" you begged him for more and he obliged sending you over the edge and your thighs shook at the intense orgasm that consumed your body.

When he pulled out, you felt your cheek blush bright red at the thought that his friends heard it all but then he told you that he was far from done with you instructing you to go on all fours.

"I scream whenever you fuck me in this position baby.." you remind him and he smirked nodding his head and you knew he was having you that way one way or another obliging with his request.

"Do you want it princesa? If you don't..I won't" he said but in a playful tone since you both knew you would be unable to say you don't want it when his dick was teasing your hole like this.

"I want it so bad Pablo..please give it to me!" you begged and he immediately filled you up making you slap your hand onto your mouth to stop yourself from screaming his name and he smirked.

'Yeah, good girl..stay quiet..we will see how long you will be able to do that" he smirked finding it a challenge to make you scream starting to pound into you quickly hitting his pelvis against your asscheeks making the delicious sound that turned you on even more.

"FUCK! You have no idea how badly I wanted to make you suck my cock in front of them after misbehaving but only I get to see your lips wrapped around me like this..only mine!" he smirked and you did as well loving his possessive side as the longer he hit your sweet spot your voice started to raise and you couldn't stop yourself from screaming Pablo's name as you came.

"Good girl!" Pablo was proud pulling out and helping you clean up before getting ready to go back to his friends while you laid underneath the covers embarrassed to leave the room.

"That's what happens when you tease me princesa...I'll come back when the movie is over. Do you need anything?" he said kissing the top of your head as you got comfortable. You shook your head asking for one more kiss before he left.

When Pablo came out, his friends were gone and a note left on the table said "you're a beast gavi. have fun with your girl and see you tomorrow at training ;))" and he smirked calling your name.

"Amor! Come here! They are gone!" Pablo called not knowing that you were unable to move your legs and was too embarrassed to tell him.

"I'm tired!" you lied not wanting to see that winning smirk on his face when you admitted that he really fucked you so good that you ca't use your legs.

"It's till early..we can fit another round" Pablo realized why you were lying quickly knowing how proud and stubborn you get so he knew this would make you talk.

"No! I mean..there is a game tomorrow" you said and he smirked walking into the bedroom seeing you snuggled into the blanket.

"So? I'm good to go again..are you not?" he smirked and she knew that he knew what was really up.

"If we do it I won't be able to walk tomorrow to come to the game.." you finally admit getting the smirk you wanted to avoid but you didn't care when he laid besides you pulling you from behind and spooning you tightly.

"I'll rub your thighs in the morning, okay princesa?" he said and you smiled nodding your head feeling warm and protected that you easily fell asleep in his arms thinking that you could tease him more often in the future ;))

Finally got to finish this request! Hope you like it ;)

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not-alien-girl-v · 1 year ago

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I am BEGGING for a part two to the George fic, please please PLEASE let her have happiness with matty have we not suffered enough???

Everything I Didn't Say (Matty Healy)

Part 1 is right here read it first

Warning: idk

Note: i have 2 active crushes rn this is so upsetting i feel like a 13 year old girl writing in my diary

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Hesitantly, she approaches Matty, no idea of what is next to come.

He seems equally unsure. Hands grasping at nothing by his sides, clenching, unclenching, folding up lightly then releasing. He looks over her shoulder, at Ross and Adam, looking close to opening a bag of popcorn, anticipating every next movement from the two before them.

Not today, not now, Matty thinks to himself, and gives the boys a look that is easily translated to 'head out now, lads.' They understand, a bit disappointed, as the both of them have been waiting on something to happen with the dreaded love triangle for as long as its existed. They had to endure every painful moment with them, and now they can't be present for the grand finale?

Alas, this was their friends lives, not a TV show they've been binge watching for years on end, so they file out of the room without a word, trying to go unnoticed, not bothering either of the people left standing there, staring at each other with pained expressions.

"So," she starts, though she feels as though Matty has more to say to her than she does to him at this point. It's a complicated thing they have going here. She just witnessed the years-long crush dissolve into vapor right before her eyes in a millisecond, only to find out Matty has been equally as pathetic, perhaps even more so, about her as she has been this whole time.

Does she see him like that? She doesn't not see him like that. To be honest, all 4 of the boys she calls her best friends are all wildly attractive, it makes her wonder how she ended up having a crush on George in the first place. Why not anyone else?

The simple truth is that upon meeting the boys, she was a bit starstruck just by the sight of them. Adam was quiet, distanced in a friendly manner, not one that spoke 'I don't like you' to her, but just in the matter that that's the way he is as a person. She observed him closely for a while. He's like this with everyone else he knows, minus his long-term girlfriend, Carly, which is the main reason Adam wasn't the one to catch her eyes in a romantic sense in the beginning.

Ross was gentle, kind, funny, but more than that, he was an amazing friend, and perhaps if he had gotten close enough to her as George did in a platonic sense, he could have easily caught her attention.

And Matty was a mess. Still is. Probably always will be. He's loud, he's warm, for lack of better words, he's welcoming. But he was also messy. That's not to say she didn't care deeply for him. She loved him more than life itself. In all the times George turned inexplicably sour, Matty was always there, sweet as ever.

She hates that when she thinks of Matty, the first word that comes to mind is 'messy.' But it's the whole truth. He's never kept a solid relationship for more than about 2 weeks, and he always seems to leave a branding mark on the women he surrounds himself with in a romantic sense. Branded, burning, on fire.

It scared her more than she liked to admit. She tried not to think about herself in a different timeline, having been dating Matty for years now, letting him do unforgivable things and then forgiving him each time in the name of 'love.'

When she met George, he was single, approachable, and all over her. It didn't take long for feelings to arise. He didn't scare her like Matty, wasn't aloof like Adam, and seemed to pay closer attention to her than Ross.

But it's all out the window now. Out the door, into a car, down the street, and far, far away.

What remains is Matty, eyes dripping with pain, love, infatuation, and some tears in the mix as well. He could never help but cry at the slightest sign of emotion.

"Y/N." He says it plainly, like he doesn't plan on elaborating, but she wishes to any higher power that he does. She's unsure about how to go about this, and she can't do it alone, without his help.

When she waits a moment and he actually doesn't continue, she sprouts conversation from her mouth, "you like me."

"I love you."

Whatever words she had stored in her throat are gone now.

"Listen to me, okay? If you don't feel the same, if you don't feel for me in the way I do you, I won't be mad. I'm sorry you had to find out like this. If I could change things, I swear to you, I would. But I had to say what I did, I couldn't continue biting my tongue about you, you just make me so-"

"Crazy?" She jokes, quietly, feeling smaller than a mouse. She wishes she had some magic way to regain enough confidence for this conversation.

"I was going to say 'passionate'. But sure, crazy works too. I did mean it though, everything I said. I have loved you for longer than I can remember, and I am so sorry I waited so long to tell you. I'm sorry things ended up like they did, like they are, it's no fair to you and you don't deserve any of this and it's all my fault and-"

"Stop," there it is, that hint of confidence on her tongue, charging behind her teeth where she lays her words to rest.

"What?"

"Stop that. Apologizing. None of this is your fault. You have nothing to be sorry for."

They're still standing face to face in the kitchen, about 2 or 3 feet away.

"What do you want to do now? It's your choice, love, not mine, I won't force you into anything, ever. If you want to forget about this, forget I ever said anything, pretend nothing ever happened? That's okay. I'll do whatever you want me to."

She looks around the room, feeling heavy. "I want to sit down. With you. Talk about this." He nods, and walks over to the table, pulling out a chair that she expects him to sit in, but he looks at her, waiting, and she comes to realize it's for her. "Thanks."

He takes a seat opposite her at the table. He has no words, only gazing, impatient eyes, ready to drink any and every word she has to tell him. Hopelessly devoted. Deeply in love. How did she never notice this before? The way he looks at her, heavy and pained.

"I love you, Matty. I'm scared. You scare me."

"What have I done, darling? Was it when I hit George, said all those awful things to him, because I swear to you, no matter what happens in our future, I would never, never treat you in such a way."

She shakes her head, eyes down at the table. "No. It's not that. It's... it's hard to explain. The woman who have loved you, the ones who you give your love to, they're never satisfied with you. Never happy, never for long. Why? Because it's a problem I've noticed, and it scares me. To be one of those women, forever changed, I'm scared."

He purses his lips, finally breaking his longing gaze to look down at his fiddling fingers resting together on the table. He aches to take her into him, just a sliver of her, a tiny piece into his hands to hold on to. He knows better, though.

"I suppose you deserve the entire truth, everything I didn't say."

He breathes in like he's about to give a heartfelt speech, and maybe it's not far from the truth.

"The issue has always been you. I'm not blaming you for anything, this is not your fault, it's mine. Completely mine. I've felt so deeply for you for so long, and you've always been out of my reach, far away from me, so I tried to move on. To something else, somebody else, and it never worked out. Fuck, nobody wants to date a guy who's too pathetically into his best friend to maintain a meaningful relationship with anyone else. It's you. It's always been you."

"I'll admit, I've done wrong by too many women due to this. I've let some get too close to me, closer than they should have been for their own benefit, because after a given amount of time, they all came to understand me, see me for who I really was, my motives for everything, and they never liked what they found."

"So it really was me? Through everything?" She steals a glance at his handsome face, coming to find him looking up at her again.

"Of course. It always will be, I'm afraid. But I'm sorry for causing you to think of me so lowly. If I had a way to tell you about all of this before, I would have done it."

She smiles, without much happiness or joy, almost in sorrow, pained to see how much he's hurting over this. "What did I say about apologizing?"

He smiles back, but is at a loss for words now. There it is, the world's most awkward silences. How is she supposed to move on from this?

After too long of neither saying anything, he speaks up, voice shaking, and she can tell the tears are streaming down his face. It stabs her roughly, she wants to wipe them away and hold onto him tightly and tell him everything will be okay and-

"I don't think we should be friends anymore."

"Wait, what?" She is so shocked, she feels as though her jaw is on the literal floor.

"I know I said I wouldn't be mad, no matter what. But either way, for my own sake, I think I need distance. From you. Again, not your fault. This is me being selfish, doing something purely for my own benefit. But will you allow me this tiny piece of self-indulgence? Allow me the distance? I think it would be best." He chews on the inside of his lip, mouth curved into a frown. "Please?"

Before she can make any sense of anything, he's already stood up, standing by the doorway. She gets this sinking feeling that if she lets him disappear out of it today, she may never see him again, or she'd regret it until the day she dies, or worse, both.

"Fuck no," she stands too, grabbing his wrist in attempt to keep him near, hoping she doesn't have to revert to clawing and crying and begging him not to leave, but she feels prepared to do so if necessary.

She loves him. That much is for certain. The shock of the situation made her feelings hard to see through, but seeing him there, about to walk out the door on her for the foreseeable future, it puts everything into perspetive.

She loves him, she wants him, she needs him, and she's never letting him leave.

On some odd instinct, some impulse buried deep inside of her that only comes out in the most dire of moments, she grabs him forcefully by the back of his neck, curls squished under the weight of her heavy, gripping fingers, and pulls her lips to his.

It's one hell of a first kiss. She's instantly incinerated, entire body burning, stemming from her lips which are messily pressed to his in desperation, and he stands still for a few moments, letting himself be kissed, in shock, she hopes. Finally, his hands come to meet the sides of her head, holding her in place firmly, and he kisses her back with just as much force, as much passion. She hopes she never has to let him out of her grasp.

He pulls away first, both his hands slipping down to rest on either of her shoulders, and she reaches a knuckle up to gently wipe streaming, hot tears from his face.

"I won't let you leave, not today, not ever." He nods with every word she speaks, like he's drunk on her cadence.

She goes back in for another kiss, hoping to reignite herself, but he dodges it. "Wait, what does this mean? For us? What's going to happen next?"

She holds his gaze with intensity. "Next, you're going to kiss me more. After that, you're gonna drive me home. And tomorrow, you're going to take me on our first date. We can figure it all out from there. But for now, I just want you."

He nods, smiles, no smugness or cockiness behind it, which is so unlike him, "I want you too," he is so sincere her heart aches to hear him whisper it onto her lips.

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acingthistest · 1 year ago

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Prinxiety Week: That's How You Know

Prompt 1: Movie Night

tags@prinxietyweek

summary: Virgil and Roman had been sat in the living room for a couple hours. Tonight was their movie night; it was a way to bond with each other. They’d been doing it for a while now.

TW: none :D (though please notifiy me if I need to add anything)

Characters: Virgil, Roman, and Patton (who's only briefly mentioned)

I wrote this intending it to be romantic, but I think it can be read as platonic Prinxiety as well

It was shortly after Virgil’s acceptance when they had started. Roman wanted to try and get to know him better. Though he didn’t have much to go off of in regard to an activity they could do together. He knew that he liked Disney, which was a surprise to Roman initially. So, one-night, Roman asked Virgil if he wanted to join him to watch some Disney movies. It took a lot to convince him, until eventually, with some assistance from Patton, Virgil had finally given in.

“If I say yes this time, will you leave me alone.”

“I promise, though I’d doubt you’d want that.”

“Fine, if it’ll get you to stop.” Virgil had said, rolling his eyes.

It had been awkward at first. Neither of them had been saying anything, and while that would be basic etiquette for movie watching, the silence was rather uncomfortable. Until one off hand comment turned into another, resulting in a mini debate with the two as the movie played in the background. It was nice sharing opinions on each subject. To see things from a different perspective. Even if one of them was all dream-like and fantasy filled, while the other was dark and pessimistic. Yes, they disagreed on most things, but the times where they both already had the same opinion were almost magical. Finding out they shared a common observation was wonderful since they had already expected the other’s counter argument. From that point on, they decided to do this at least once about every 3 weeks.

They were now currently in the middle of “Enchanted”, both dressed casually Roman comfortably laid up against Virgil, while Virgil messed with his hair. Roman didn’t mind though, even if it was messing up his good hair day. Every day was a good hair day in his books.

“He is so you coated, and I hate that I know it.” Virgil remarked, staring at the screen. He was referring to the movie’s resident prince character, Edward.

“He is your standard Disney prince, so it makes sense why you get that vibe.” Roman chuckled, his brand was adjacent to a Disney prince. In the words of Logan, it was a reasonable conclusion or something like that.

“But I think it should the other way around?”

Virgil began to braid a small section of Roman’s hair, rather than just running his hand through it, as their conversation carried on.

“Eh, I’m around you more often. It feels right to say it this way.”

“Well I appreciate your company.” Roman spoke softly. Reaching to the nearby bowl of popcorn they’d brought over.

“You better, you’re the one who asked me to be here the first time.”

Roman gasped at the shift of tone in the room. Though he honestly shouldn’t have been surprised.

“You’re the one who asked if we could continue movie nights!”

They had taken a break due to the events that had occurred as of recently. Some things became a little much.

“You didn’t have to say yes.” Virgil scoffed.

“But I did want to continue these.”

“Then stop complaining. You got what you wanted.”

Roman turned his head up to look at Virgil.

“I guess I brought this upon myself.” He stated, smiling as he readjusted himself.

“Stop moving, you’re gonna mess me up.” Virgil uttered. Roman obliged and refocused his attention on the movie. Virgil tied the two braids he had made together. Just one last finishing touch he thought to himself. Virgil tried to be discreet adding it in.

“Not bad if I do say so myself.” He admitted aloud, grabbing Roman’s attention away from the movie.

“Wait lemme see.” Roman summoned a mirror in his hand. He stared at his reflection, seeing what Virgil had done. Two neatly done braids adorned with mini stars in them.

“Where did you get these?” Roman asked, turning to face Virgil and pointing to the stars in his hair.

“A master never reveals their secrets.” He answered with a wink.

“The suspense is going to kill me from the inside, oh no!” Roman said sarcastically. They both laughed at the statement and continued to watch the movie. When Patton entered the living room in the morning, he walked in to see a sleeping Roman while Virgil was scrolling on his phone. Virgil waved to Patton as he let out a small squeal of delight.

#prinxietyweek2023 #sanders sides fanfiction #prinxiety #roman sanders #virgil sanders #i rushed this and it shows

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invictarre-archive · 1 year ago

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@ghxsthide asked: describe me 🥺? / description meme

Family movie night had gone about as well as you'd expected.

Purrloin and Amias had gotten into a scrap fighting over the curried bones they'd managed to snatch out of the kitchen bin. Your dad'd dragged them apart and thrown away the bones once more (having to pry away the ones clutched tightly between fangs and claws), and dropped the two felines on opposite ends of the room to cool off.

Hop's Cramorant had gone around the house trying to swallow down everything it could find, from the TV remote to your caps to your grandfather's favourite potted plant. A right menace, it was, and you thanked your lucky stars that all the smaller pokemon of the household managed to stay out of its gullet.

Allister's Haunter had tipped popcorn over the settee and vanished with the bowl, only to reappear a few minutes later wearing it as a hat. You'd resigned yourselves to using paper plates for the rest of the night - Eevee ones, probably a leftover from an old birthday party - and pretended not to notice when Boonadette spirited a few of them away.

It had been chaotic, to say the least, and you're sure the movie marathon went largely ignored in favour of the antics happening off the screen, but it'd been nice to see the house so full of laughter. It'd been ages since you'd all found the time to get together like this, what with Hop's new research career, Allister's Gym obligations, Dad's Almia work, your own packed schedule... You were a hive of busy, busy Combees! Free days were few and far between, ones that all lined up even more so, but you'd made sure to treasure every moment of this rare occurrence.

You'd given and received more hugs than you could count, shared past memories and future ambitions, and watched as each member of the family slowly retired to their bedrooms with soft, loving smiles on their faces.

And now, here you are. Laying out on the floor in the middle of your living room, your back against Charizard's side, surrounded by food wrappers, and crumbs crushed into the carpet, and DVD disks that had, somehow, managed to escape from their cases. Mum'll go spare when she finds this mess in the morning.

But for now there's peace.

Hop's head rests on your shoulder, snuggling Dubwool against his chest like an oversized plush toy, and Allister lays curled against your other side with one hand clinging tight to the neckline of your shirt. He's been wearing his mask less while at home, an observation that makes something tender melt in your chest, and a quick recall of the night reveals you'd last seen it held in the careful hands of Duksnoir. That's alright, then. They'll keep it safe.

Now that you're left with nothing but the night's silence and your brothers' slow, rhythmic breathing fanning against your skin, you can't help but notice just how tiny they feel in your arms; fragile like the children they are. You can't stop yourself from drawing them that little bit closer. They can't stop themselves from responding, seeking out your company even in their sleep.

Allister grips your shirt tighter, face scrunching up into a frown as he mumbles what you think is a slurred attempt at your name. You scoop him up easily, adjusting your arm until he's resting comfortably with his head tucked under your jaw. It's not the most comfortable position for you, and you're sure you'll wake up in the morning with pins and needles, but it's a small sacrifice to make. He feels even smaller like this, looking every bit the lonely child deprived of a family for far too long.

You'd noticed how he was... hesitant, at first. Overjoyed by the news of his adoption made official, of course, but not yet fully comfortable around your family. He was good at hiding it, you'll give him that, but there were some things that would be more suited to a job interview than a casual day in Postwick. It was like he thought he had something to prove. He'd been nervous to voice opinions first, always preferring to have someone else's to base his off of. He'd never proposed plans, usually going along with whatever you suggested, instead.

You wonder how much of that was Rose's influence, holding his Gym Leader position over his head and implying (threatening) that it could always be taken away should he prove to be a difficult (to control) employee.

You're pleased to see he's dropped that, now. He talks for longer, especially when the topic of his beloved Ghost types is brought up, and he's quicker to ask questions or elaborate on someone else's point. The pranks and scares come far more frequently, barely a week able to pass without someone falling victim, and even the glow of his eyes seems to be... stronger, somehow. Brighter.

You're glad he's happy.

#☆;; answered #☆;; in character #☆;; dyn. allister / ghxsthide

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lovelybarnes · 3 years ago

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get the girl- p. parker

pairings: peter parker x reader, mentions of ned, betty, mj, and brad warnings: unrequited love (kind of?? implied), lotsss of pining and fluff, a little long about: requested! (DF4) “you fell asleep, i couldn’t move.“ + (DF31) “maybe if you stop staring at her and actually talk to her, you might have a chance.” a/n: been wanting to write a peter parker friends to lovers for a while, so thank you so so much for requesting this. i swear i don’t usually take this long?? i got carried away and it got way longer than i expected, i hope you enjoy! thank you for requesting!

peter thinks it’s hopeless. the cliche he’s stuck in seems cruel- no matter what the movies you (and, fine, yes, him sometimes) make him watch say. nothing that happens in them ever transpires to real life; beautiful girls don’t fall in love with their nerdy best friends and guys like peter parker don’t get the girl.

it’s fun to fantasize, though. and especially fun to look at you, particularly when you’re laying on his bed, oblivious to him standing in the doorway, observing as you twist your neck to get a good look at the polaroids he hung up on his wall. a familiar smile grows on your face when your eyes scan them, flickering to the polaroid camera you got him for christmas years ago.

you move to try to get a better look at them without standing up, glancing down when you feel a sharp edge poke at your skin. he watches as your eyebrows furrow in possibly the prettiest way possible and you pull out a polaroid from under you. and oh, peter is just now realizing exactly what that photo is and why it’s on his bed instead of hanging off the empty miniature clothespin that comes from the pack you thrust at his chest when you noticed the increasing pile of pictures on his desk.

he’s moving on autopilot towards you, the foot already halfway through the door used as a stepping stone to go to your side faster. he’s with you in less than three steps, tugging on your ankle and then tackling you as sensibly as possible, laying his whole body on yours. you oof, dropping the picture, having seen it for too little to really question it, and laugh breathlessly. “pete!” you wheeze, curling your arms around his back, one of your hands absentmindedly drawing figures through his hoodie and your other one inching up to his hair, already beginning to thread through the chocolate curls. “yes?” he hums innocently, furtively grabbing the polaroid you dropped and shoving it in the pocket of his hoodie before his arms wrap around your thighs.

“i told you if you keep doing that, one day you’re gonna get hurt,” you scold, looking attentively as peter leans his head against your chest. “me?” he questions, feeling you nod under his cheek. “uh huh, you. you’ll hit your head or something. for a spider-”

“spiderman. superhero,” peter corrects, you ignore him, “you are really clumsy.” peter huffs in dissent, letting a comfortable silence blanket over the both of you for a minute before he looks up at you. “what?” you ask, a smile brimming at the edges of your words. you’re so pretty, peter wants to say, but instead, he goes with a more best-friend-friendly question, “d’you wanna watch a movie?”

you nod at him, pulling your hands away from his head to play with the strings of his hoodie, “sure, what do we want to watch today?” peter’s eyes immediately light up, and you realize you never actually needed to ask. “fine,” you agree, trying not to grin too hard at the way his face brightens. “which one?” you request, watching his freckled cheeks flush pink in excitement, “sixth one. the best one, of course.” you smirk, shrugging, “right, don’t know why i asked, i basically know the movie word for word now.” peter can’t help but give you heart eyes at the knowledge of your knowing the script of his favorite movie. god, you really were the dream girl.

“‘kay, go make some popcorn and get everything ready while i go to the bathroom,” you request, tapping peter’s shoulder as a way to tell peter to let you out from under his body weight. he does the complete opposite of what you imply, however, nuzzling further into your chest and inhaling deeply. “peter,” you laugh, poking his shoulder again, “‘m comfy,” he mumbles, eyes closed. “pete, c’mon, i gotta pee and you’re lying on my bladder,” you whine, “also, don’t you wanna watch episode six of star wars while i eat popcorn and play with your hair?” you singsong. he’s suddenly moving his body off of yours to let you go, although not before pressing a sloppy- friendly- kiss to your arm, “hurry up.”

you giggle as you stand, stretching out your limbs and walking to the bathroom while peter watches you walk away. once he hears the bathroom door shut, he digs his hands into his pockets, fingers tugging on the polaroid he had shoved inside. a smile grows on his face without his permission when he holds it at his stomach, the light reflecting off of the smile that was printed on the picture. he traces a nail over your face, bright and open in the way that makes you gleam. it’s his favorite picture ever, the only one that managed to catch you so in your element, your natural halo of glow apparent in your outline. peter had scrawled the words best girl in red marker on the white space at the bottom- something he thought he could explain away easily if he had to. the picture had its own designated space on his wall, right in the middle so the importance was clear, but it was rarely actually up there, instead always next to him for inspiration when he was doing homework and on his dresser for when he couldn't sleep.

his lips quirk one last time at the photograph before walking to the wall where all the rest of them reside. he hangs it up, glancing at it once more until he turns to walk out of his room.

the movie is ready to play when you walk into the living room, and peter is in the kitchen making your popcorn. “it smells good,” you say in a greeting, sniffing the air and exhaling in satisfaction. peter laughs, “you do that every time we have a movie night.” you tilt your head at him, “do what?” he motions to you, “that. the whole smelling thing and letting me know how good it smells, it’s cute.”

your face heats when it slips out of his lips, pausing to absorb the words he doesn’t seem to have noticed he said. his back is to you, dumping the popcorn into a bowl for you. you can’t see it, but he’s freaking out, trying to think of an excuse if you decide it was too weird. you don’t do anything to imply that, though, just blink until the words dissolve in the air. “thanks,” you finally reply, as nonchalant as you can make it while you grab his m&ms. he hums in response, turning around to head to the couch, “star wars time,” he winks, making you grin.

you follow him as he heads to the couch, settling down next to him once he puts on the movie. the star wars theme starts, the tune fringed by peter’s humming. cute, you think, snuggling deeper into the crook of his arm and shoving popcorn into your mouth. “hmm, good,” you compliment, watching the scenes you’d seen so many times pass on the screens. you mouth along when you recognize the lines until your eyes feel heavy and they shut completely.

quiet thwips wake you up hours later, when the black of the night has bled the sky blue and the stars have littered over the clouds, the moon replacing the sun. you see that the movie is long over when you blink yourself awake, beginning to cuddle deeper into your pillow when you realize it’s too warm and hard to be a pillow. you are met with the vision of your best friend, lip tugged in between his teeth as he concentrates on something behind you. he doesn’t seem to notice that you’re awake, trying to remain as still as possibly while the thwip noises continue. he mutters a curse, scrunching his nose adorably before flicking his eyes to you. they widen when he notices you’re awake, dropping his hand. “what’re you doing?” you yawn, sitting up and away from the warmth of peter’s embrace. “uh- i just- the movie ended and you didn’t wake up, so i tried to get the remote, then i got hungry…” he scratches the back of his head awkwardly, scanning the room and you turn to observe, stunned to see the mess of webs and dropped items you weren’t sure how you didn’t hear. “oh my god, what the- did you try to get everything with your webs?” you ask in bewilderment, eyeing a bag of gummy worms open and on the floor, you snap your neck towards him to observe his burning cheeks. “um. yes,” he confesses, blushing harder. “why didn’t you just get up?” you question, looking back at the ruined living room, exhaling in surprise as you notice the remote on the ground.

“you... you fell asleep on me. i couldn’t move.”

you pause, tilting your head slightly to look at peter, “pete, god, that’s so sweet. but you really don’t need to…” you motion to the dropped items, “do all that,” you laugh. peter shrugs, and you notice the tips of his ears are red, too. “i didn’t want to wake you up. i know how much of a light sleeper you are.”

you feel like you’re melting, every single muscle in your body drooping in the loveliness that was peter parker. you weren’t sure how the boy was real. you suddenly drop yourself on him again, wrapping your arms around his burning neck, “thank you, peter,” you say into his skin. like a reflex, his own arms go around your waist, holding you securely so you won’t fall, “‘f course.”

a moment of quiet follows until peter’s stomach rumbles suddenly, making you laugh, “i think i’ve starved you long enough. you pick today. also, when did you get so ripped? your arms are so big--” peter cuts you off with a groan, dropping his head on your shoulder, “you had to ruin the moment--”

peter doesn’t know what it is with you (actually, he does) that makes you so distracting. you’re just waiting in line for lunch, standing next to mj and laughing occasionally when she says something. all you’re doing is standing, and maybe it’s peter’s boy-hormones combined with his spider-hormones that magnify every single perfect feature of yours, but he can’t take his eyes off of you. you’re so pretty. the curve of the smiles that pulls into your cheeks, the twinkle that remains permanent in the color of your eyes, the way you look in that skirt--

“maybe if you stop staring at her and actually talk to her, you might have a chance,” a voice points out from next to him. peter scoffs, ripping his sight away from you to turn to ned. “i talk to her all the time. she’s my best friend.” ned shakes his head and sighs, “you talk to her about star wars, you talk to me about star wars, how is that supposed to help you have a chance--”

“i have a chance,” peter mumbles, trying to believe it himself, “she knows that she and you stand at different levels of best friends--” ned looks offended, “different levels? what is that supposed to mean--” peter stares exasperatedly at his best friend, “it means i want to date her and i don’t want to date you--”

“that’s a little rude--”

“hey you guys,” you greet, sitting down on the seat in front of peter’s and patting the seat next to you for mj. she stares at you silently, and you frown, patting the seat harder, “sit.” you instruct. she sighs and does what she’s told. “what were you guys talking about?” you ask, picking up your small plate of cherry pie to replace the bowl of orange slices that you took from peter’s plate. “thank you,” peter mumbles, digging his fork into the pie the moment you set it down. you hum, stealing a cherry tomato from his salad.

“oh, you know. the usual, your friendship with peter,” the latter shoots him a look and you raise an eyebrow, “that’s the usual? a little strange, don’t you think?” ned shrugs, “did you know that you and i stand at ‘different levels’ as peter’s best friends?” peter nearly chokes on his pie, glaring at ned. you cock your head at peter, thinking as you steal another tomato, “i… guess i thought so? i’ve known peter since, like, preschool, and we tell each other everything.”

“everything, huh?” ned wonders, a sound of pain falling from his lips when peter kicks him under the table. “peter.” he hisses. mj narrows her eyes at the two boys, “what is going on with you guys today? you’re acting weirder than normal.” peter’s face screws up in confusion, looking to you for help. you shrug, “she’s right.”

“i usually am,” mj mutters.

“so what is it?” you query, popping an orange slice as peter cringes at the mere thought of the taste. “peter has a crush,” ned informs helpfully, oblivious to peter’s dismay, “i- i don’t-”

you blink, feeling mj’s elbow shove into your ribs as her own way to make sure you’re okay. you ignore her, and it tells her everything she needs to know. “it’s liz, right?” you guess, trying to mask the hurt on your face with a teasing smile, “i saw you looking at her the other day. she’s pretty.” “no! it’s not- i mean, yes, liz is pretty, but i don’t like her or anything- ned doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” peter rambles. “pete, you don’t have to be embarrassed, i’m just upset you didn’t tell me,” you lie. peter’s eyebrows furrow, “you’re just upset that… i didn’t tell you?” he repeats. you nod, biting into another orange slice. “just that?” he asks meekly. you cock your head at him.

“i just- never mind. it’s not liz,” he says, poking at his pie. “so you admit you have a crush?” you start with a fake smirk, jabbing at your best friend with your fork, “just not on liz?”

“i didn’t… i didn’t say that-” peter stutters. your eyes narrow at him, lip tugged between your teeth, “i’m gonna find out who it is by the end of the day.”

peter is unfortunately sure you will. he’s not subtle as is, but you’re never deliberately looking for the signs, which makes it a lot easier to hide his embarrassingly large crush on you. but now, you'll be paying attention to his every move, and knowing you, he knows you won’t stop until you find out what you want, unless he tells you to back off. but, does he want you to back off?

he pushes his tray away, suddenly not feeling so hungry.

you stay true to your promise, hanging off his arm for the rest of the day, observing the way he acts around some of your classmates, but somehow not noticing the way he blatantly refuses to look at you- which proves humiliatingly difficult; peter never realized exactly how much he turned to look if you laughed at the joke too, or to catch one of your smiles when you hear something funny or peter whispers a joke into the shell of your ear.

by the end of the day when you’re walking to the train station together, you’re groaning at him, putting your full weight on his arm as you tug at him. “who is it? is it betty? oh my god, is it mj? is that why you kept looking at her?” you ask excitedly. peter wants to tell you the truth: he wasn’t looking at mj, he was looking at you, because as much as he tried, he couldn’t pry his attention off of you, who just so happened to sit next to mj.

“not mj. not betty,” he replies, pulling you inside the subway and scanning for free seats. you trail behind him when he finds a spot, letting you take it as he stands in front of you. “not them… it has to be liz, right?” you pry, sighing when he shakes his head. “brad- it’s brad, right?” you grin, whining when he denies it again. “can you just tell me if i got them already? i’ve practically said everyone in the school,” you complain, “they do go to school with us, right?” at peter’s nod, you drop your head against his abdomen, “and you have not said their name yet.”

“peter,” you drag out, reaching out for his hand to pull it, “just tell me! i can probably set you up with them!”

“y/n, just drop it,” he sighs, and you sigh too, mumbling a fine before noticing an older lady standing at the door. you wave her over, standing next to peter and letting her take your seat. peter feels like his heart will pop out of his chest.

the bumps of the subway push you close enough to him to feel the thundering of his heart, and your eyebrows knit together in worry, “are you okay? your heart’s beating, like, really fast-” yeah and your hand on my chest is not helping- “‘m fine.”

“is it because of the crush thing?” yes, “because i’m sorry about annoying you about it so much, if you don’t want to talk about it, i won’t bother you with it. just know that if they don’t like you back, they’re insane, because you, peter parker, are a ca-”

it was like a rubber band snapping, and peter suddenly couldn’t help it anymore, pushing his lips against yours, effectively cutting you off and catching you so off-guard, you freeze for a second before reacting, pulling his jaw closer. you almost tug him back when he pulls away, before you remember you’re still standing on a crowded, moving subway, and while kissing your best friend had been all you wanted for way too long, you were absolutely going to miss your stop if you didn’t stop.

“i- i’m sorry, i just-” peter stammered, stepping back. “no! so, please don’t apologize, seriously, it’s fine, it’s, like, better than fine.”

a beat of awkward silence passed before the tube halted to the stop right before yours. “it’s you. in case that didn’t… come clear. you’re the person i like,” peter informs quietly. “really?” you ask, cheek already pulling in a shy smile. “really,” peter assures.

this time, you don’t really care if you miss your stop, and neither does peter, now that he knows that, sometimes, peter parker does get the girl.

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how-masterful · 2 years ago

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31 Fics of Fright

Day 27- Children of the Corn Maze

Missy X Reader

Prompt: Corn Maze

Notes: I’m finally back from my little break, and back to daily writing I go! We’re nearly at the end of the month- which means that big power of the doctor remaster is on the horizon!

Warnings: None

Missy had, initially, been incredibly apprehensive about the idea of partaking in a corn maze. For starters, she called the name an incredible cliche. ‘The amazing maze of maize’ had incurred a rather powerful eye roll from the Mistress of evil, your hopes and dreams that you’d been building for the last hour after finding out it was a thing dying at breakneck speed. She’d placed her experiment on the table, staring at you through a pair of rounded goggles with an unimpressed look.

“How corny.”

“Missy, please.”

“Didn’t they make a film about children made of corn?”

“No, that was Children OF the corn. Completely different.”

“It’s the opening night thing all over again.”

“Yes, and you ended up enjoying yourself, didn’t you?”

Missy pulled the goggles up to her forehead, her eyes narrowed and lips pursed.

“Are you trying to suggest I don’t know how to have fun?”

She was baiting you. Brutally, painfully baiting you. This was one of her tricks, it had to be. However, you were struggling to garner what type of reaction she was after. Was she scouting for compliments? For you to argue that she was fun, which she was, and grovel at her feet about her entertainment value? Or was she trying to make you challenge her, call her boring and cause her to act upon whatever plan she was currently cooking up while you were thinking, all under the guise of her proving you wrong?

No, you decided. You weren't going to play into her, albeit admirable, manipulation of you. You sighed and sat down on the opposite side of the work bench, taking the Timelady’s hand into your own. Your thumbs caressed over the back of her knuckles, your touch tender.

“I’m suggesting, Missy, that I want to have a wonderful, seasonally appropriate night of fun with the woman I love. I want to live my Sarah Williams fantasy and walk around an alien Labyrinth of corn, arm in arm with you, competing against other people for the best score. And after I'm done, I want to sit and eat popcorn and almost break my teeth on a candy apple, basking in our victory.”

The cracks were beginning to emerge in Missy’s stoic expression. You kept your gentle grasp on her hands, observing her like a stray animal. Not wanting to spook her, but dangerously curious about how she’d respond. She leant forward, a small smirk begging to grow on her lips.

“And you want to do all this… with me?”

“Well, I'm hardly asking the Doctor right now, am I?”

The smirk on her lips had grown into a full-blown grin.

“And you’re telling me it’s a contest?”

“Winners get bragging rights and free carnival food.”

Missy patted the back of your hand, a newfound determination upon her face.

“I knew there was a reason I kept you around, poppet. Now, where did you say this maze was?”

By the time you’d arrived at the entrance to the corn maze, Missy was ready for action. She’d dressed fully prepared for the expedition of a lifetime. Black pantaloon trousers tucked into knee high heeled boots, a deep purple pirate shirt and black vest, her mess of curls neatly tied into her typical updo. You had to admit, seeing Missy without her skirt was doing incredible things to your heart rhythm, her brooch now around her throat upon a band of velvet like a Victorian choker. The Mistress was ready for an adventure, compared to your comfortable shoes and jacket to fight off the chill.

She always dressed for the occasion. Some things never changed.

The second the gate to the maze swung open, Missy had grasped hold of your hand and begun to yank you through the corridors of corn, almost pulling you off your feet.

“Missy, slow down!”

“Slow means second, baby! We’re cooking on gas or leaving the kitchen!”

You supposed you should have seen this coming. Missy had a violently potent competitive streak. Never the one for a mercy win, she took great pride in demolishing you at every game you played. Monopoly, cards, connect four, battleship. You still couldn’t look at UNO without wincing. Plus, the time she beat you at back-to-back strip poker and twister… but you weren’t complaining about that one.

Missy was charging through the maze at a roaring pace, her nostrils flaring like a bloodhound, her eyes scanning over every cob of corn that flanked her sides. You were already winded, breathing deep and thanking the gods Missy had paused in her movements. Maybe you could finally catch your breath.

“If we’re in quadrant one, and the wall curves here, we should be able to find our way into the next area…”

She was muttering to herself, fingers poised upon her chin. You were incredibly impressed at how serious she was taking the whole thing. At first, you’d anticipated her pulling out all the stops to cheat her way to the win. Maybe the doctor was beginning to rub off on her.

“WE NEED TO GO THIS WAY!”

She squealed, pulling you from your thoughts. The hand from her chin had flown to your wrist, giving a quick tug as she began to pull you deeper into the maze. She wove in and out of the different alleyways, swiftly navigating the pair of you beyond any dead ends or repeats.

“You humans are just adorable. All those sweet little things you place in these mazes. Scarecrows, cannibals that cut your faces off and wear them. You even made CHILDREN out of them in one film!”

“No, Missy, again- the children weren't made of corn, they were OF the corn, it was a metaphor-”

“TURN RIGHT!”

Missy harshly yanked you away from the left turn, her hand pulling at the back of your shirt as she charged in the other direction.

“And the one where the hockey mask and zygon fought-”

“Freddy Kruger wasn’t a zygon!”

Part of you was just amazed she could remember all the movies you’d made her sit down to watch with you. Another was also focussed on the burning her grip on your wrist was causing. You picked up your pace, rushing to keep up with her stride. For a small woman, she had an incredible vice like grip. No wonder she never lost her umbrella while running from danger.

“I remember when I played the Wicked Witch, cornfields are dreadful to manage. So are yellow bricks, they just kept getting dirty with all the happy go lucky toe tapping!”

“Since when were you the Wicked Witch of the West?”

Missy smirked over her shoulder, sending you a wink.

“Now that's something for you to look forward to. KEEP LEFT!”

After several more twists and turns, the maze was coming to an end. Missy whooped with joy at the sight, linking her arm within your own and skipping out towards the exit. You joined her in her laughter, a smile spreading across your face as you both skipped out of the end of the maze, the Timelady reaching into the pocket of her vest to pull out a golden pocket watch with Gallifreyan symbols embossed into the metal. She flipped open the lid, peering down at the clock face with a satisfied expression.

“One hour, fourteen minutes and twelve seconds.” She preened, displaying the pocket watch to the amazed attendant.

The alien grinned out of its two mouths, likely in shock, typing the time into the screen before him. Above your heads the digital leader board buzzed and shook, the hologram of the top score shifting downwards to second place. Your time slid into first, leagues ahead of the other scores. It was the most difficult maze in the galaxy, and you’d just beaten the best score by two solid hours. Well, one hour and fifty seven minutes and twenty nine seconds. But close enough.

“I believe we’re owed our free snacks, my good man.” Missy said, voice sickly sweet.

It wasn’t long until you were happily munching on your popcorn, Missy enjoying picking all the marshmallows out of her mixed bag of sweets as you sat at a bench.

“Quite an impressive time.” She said, the bag of sweets rustling as she dug in for more.

“I know, right? I had no clue you were so good at mazes.”

“Oh, you should’ve seen the dreadful times some of the drones had brought back.” Missy absentmindedly admitted, biting down on a big pink marshmallow.

You paused mid-air, the popcorn falling back into your bucket. Instantly you leant in, whispering harshly.

“You sent drones to get the best time?!”

“No I did not!” Missy gasped, scandalised.

“I sent drones to get the best route! It all really depended on how fast those little human legs could carry you. You did remarkably well, considering.”

“Missy!”

“Did you want to win?”

You sighed, looking down at the popcorn before meeting Missy’s expectant face.

“...Yeah.”

The Mistress patted your hand, satisfied with your answer. She dug out a handful of popcorn, presenting it to your lips like a horse. You rolled your eyes, taking a bite.

“Good pet. Now, you’d better eat that victory popcorn up- or those little corn children will be VERY upset with you.”

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uwuwriting · 4 years ago

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Boyfriend w/ Megumi, Itadori and Gojo

Request: hii I just read your jujutsu nightmares piece and oh my god I am indeed a very simple simp and your writing just makes my heart go uwu so may I maybe req a very soft, fluffy s/o for Megumi, Itadori Sato and maybe Sukuna if you write for him? I hope it's not too much, thank uu <3 - anonymous

I can’t get enough of the JJK content, I love them so much my heart can’t take it. Sadly I don’t write for Sukuna *I think I mention it in my rules but I’m not sure*, he pissed me off big time in the manga so yeah sorry about that. Really all the curses have kinda pissed me off but that’s a story for another day lmao. Love ya.💖💖💖

masterlist II rules

warnings: boyfriend things lol, fluff, maybe some angst sprinkled on top but not a lot.

Fushiguro Megumi

-Megumi reminds me of Suna from Haikyuu.

-Like a lot.

-He will put effort in the relationship of course but he won’t flaunt it around in everybody’s faces.

-Yes he has a s/o and yes he is in love but in his book that should be mostly kept in between you two, no one else has to know.

-So at first your relationship isn’t really acknowledged by the others.

-It’s so subtle at casual that everyone around you thinks that you’re merely best friends and close to each other.

-Only Makki knows that you two are a thing since she sees how you worry and take care of him after he has been injured.

-It’s different from platonic concern and she knows what’s going on.

-Plus she saw you steal a kiss one time and that sealed the deal.

-Eventually the others figure it out and they are losing their shit, for completely different reasons though.

-Nobara can’t believe Megumi got a s/o before she did.

-Gojo is hurt because neither of you said anything and he has been trying to hook you up for the past two years now.

-Itadori is just confused because he thought that you were like that to everyone.

-Now PDA is non-existent with this one.

-He doesn’t feel comfortable touching you in public even if it’s a small peck.

-He prefers showing his love behind closed doors or through acts of service.

-So expect to find multiple bentos waiting for you in the kitchen each morning or a hot bath on the ready when you come back from a long mission.

-You are okay with the no PDA rule, your only request is that he at least hold your pinkie when you need it.

-It grounds you and who is he to say no to that?

-During missions he doesn’t underestimate your strength and let’s you do your thing.

-He only interferes when you ask for help or when he notices that you’re extremely overwhelmed.

-He doesn’t smother you and you are eternally grateful for that.

-Training sessions between the both of you are brutal.

-Neither holds back and you're left a panting, sweating mess at the end, crawling to your respective rooms to change before you settle for a movie later that afternoon.

-If either of you gets injured it’s mama bear time.

-You need to change your bandages? Megumi has already taken out the kit and all the essentials.

-He needs to take some meds to calm the pain in his ribcage? You have the pills in hand.

-He is a shy boy so even in private he hesitates to touch you.

-Don’t get him wrong he loves holding you and feeling you close to him but he is also afraid he will make you uncomfortable or overstep.

-So you will be the one initiating cuddle session during the first months of your relationship.

-After a while he will simply pick you up and carry you to his bed for cuddles if he needs them without uttering a word the whole time.

-Good morning/Goodnight kisses are a must.

-It’s a ground rule that he follows religiously since day one.

-It doesn’t matter if it’s a simple peck on his lips or a passionate kiss, he just wants to get a kiss before starting/ending the day.

-Sleeps on his stomach with an arm always draped over your waist.

-Isn’t really into the whole sleeping on each other thing but he won’t say no to being the big spoon or even better the little spoon.

-He gets flustered when you kiss his knuckles or trace patterns on his palms.

-He knows his hands are rough from all the training but after your touch they feel tender and gentle.

-Prefers indoor dates rather than outdoor ones.

-His favorite is cooking dinner together and then cuddling on the couch *in hopes you won’t get interrupted by Gojo*.

-The only thing he dislikes about the whole relationship thing is the teasing he receives from Gojo.

-He is ready to rip his ears off.

-Boy has murder on his mind 24/7 and it is all directed to his mentor.

-Gojo noticed that Megumi had you as his wallpaper ONCE and now it’s game over for your boyfriend.

-The thing is that you don’t get teased as much and he is *salty*.

Itadori Yuuji

-He is such a lovable boy, how could you NOT fall in love with him?

-Your relationship is naturally effortless.

-Everything flows so naturally and without even trying you two have formed such an unbreakable bond that not even Sukuna himself can tether even if he tried.

-Many MANY spontaneous trips to the nearest convenience store at 3 am.

-Oh you are craving some popcorn? Well go on, get your shoes, we are going grocery shopping.

-Won’t hesitate to do anything for you and when I say anything I mean it.

-He ditched Gojo once because you had bad period pains and said you needed cuddles.

-What cruel creature would he be if he denied his beautiful girlfriend her cuddles???

-Sukuna has cockblocked you two and has ruined your cuddles on multiple occasions.

-From weird noises to rude comments to interrupting Yuuji’s thoughts with random shit.

-Real party crasher.

-Yuuji’s love language is touch mainly so expect a shit load of hugs and kisses.

-Won’t let go of your hand while you are out in public.

-If he can’t hold your hand he will place his palm in the small of your back or wrap his arm around your shoulders/waist.

-It’s a physical need.

-He has to be touching you at all times because that reminds him that you are truly here beside him and that you are okay.

-The sorcerer's life has already taken a toll on his mentality and he hates leaving you alone so most of the time you go on conjoined missions.

-Unlike Megumi he tries to protect you during fights by all means.

-He doesn’t do it because he sees you as weak and in need of protection it’s just an instinct that he can’t control at all.

-He will put himself in immense danger, taking all the blows just so you can leave the scene unscathed.

-You have scolded him on his complete disregard of his own life and the tears that pooled in his eyes as he explained that his body moves on its own when he sees anything darting towards you, breaks your heart.

-If you kiss the little marks under his eyes all his worries fly out the nearest window.

-He forgets about everything around him, about the looming threat of his imminent execution, the only thing on his mind are your lips on his cheekbones and your thumbs rubbing circles on his cheeks.

-If you pepper him in too many kisses he will begin his own assault by first tackling you to the floor or the bed and capturing you in a hug before the smooches begin.

-He has a tendency to leave hickies on your neck which you struggle to cover each morning and you are always real close to glaring at him when he beams like the sun itself at you in the morning but your mild anger fades the moment his lips meet yours.

-You have your suspicions that he knows what he is doing with that, he knows his kisses make you weak so he uses them to his advantage.

-Will never admit it but it always places a small smirk on his lips every time you clutch his shirt for balance or rest your forehead on his shoulder to regain your composure.

-An I love you a day is required for good vibes.

-Won’t hesitate to shout it even in front of others, he just has no filter and no shame.

-Makes you turn tomato red and he snickers.

-Fuck him, literally.

Gojo Satoru

-This fucking tease.

-He has no chill!!!!!!

-How are you with him?!?!?!?!!

-My man fine af and he drinks his respect for y/n and y/n alone juice every morning.

-That doesn’t mean though he won’t try to fluster you throughout the day.

-It’s his main goal really.

-Full blown make out sessions in the hallways of the school, ass smacks in front of others and trying to leave hickies on your neck during your lunch break.

-It simultaneously pisses you off and turns you on so you can’t decide if you should smack him or jump his bones.

-It’s a never ending debate and his chances of getting the quawk quawk 5000 are 50/50.

-He respects your boundaries when you give him a sign that you really don’t want him to be like that on certain days.

-He is a very observant individual in general so it’s not hard for him to take note of the signs of pure discomfort or awkwardness.

-True he loves flustering you but the moment things get out of hand and you don’t feel okay with how he is acting, he is throwing his attitude out the window and becomes respectful Gojo in a flash.

-Likes having his arm draped over your shoulder.

-He is super tall so chances are he towers over you.

-He has used you like an armrest several times which resulted to a trip to Shoko for a dislocated wrist/shoulder.

-You make him bentos almost everyday and he waits for them like a lost puppy.

-No matter the time, he doesn’t care if he is late, he will wait for you to make him a little bento to take with him.

-Curses can wait, he needs to receive his first dose of y/n love of the day.

-Brags to his student about you and to Nanami, much to the blonde’s dismay.

-Talks everyone’s ear off.

-He becomes super protective when an elder shows up or at the mere mention of them.

-He will grasp your hand, keeping a firm grip as those pretentious fucks stare down at you.

-They really don’t care about Sato’s happiness and they will never show you a fiber of respect despite being chosen by the strongest sorcerer.

-You are not part of one of the three clans so you are worth nothing in their eyes.

-Gojo hates them for that.

-Deep rooted hatred that could turn into a mass murder if one of them call you a distraction or a slut one more time.

-You are really grateful for him in those moments.

-You are grateful in general but during those times when you are being bombared left and right with rude comments, he will remind everyone in the room that he doesn’t give a flying fuck about what they believe.

-He fell in love with you because you are your beautiful self and not because you are a powerful sorcerer.

-He wants to imagine your kids as a sign of your love and not as an item of power, as a weapon like many of these people see him.

-He has ditched the elder meetings on many occasions just because he wasn’t in the mood of listening to their bullshit so he came home to you and spent the rest of his night cuddled up under the large comforter, watching a movie while peppering your shoulders with kisses.

-Adores seeing you in his clothes.

-They are so big on you that you wear them as dresses around the house.

-He especially loves the sight of your bare legs peeking from underneath his black t-shirt.

-99% of the time this ends up in you getting your guts rearranged.

-Surprisingly remembers all the important dates and he makes it to as many dates as he can.

-Being a sorcerer is difficult man, give him a break curses he has a date at 8 and he needs to get his formal glasses.

-All in all he loves you to the moon and back and would do anything to keep you safe and next to him.

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sleeplessgaywriter · 3 years ago

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Gosh, it's been a while since I wrote something...but college is killing me and my job is practically sucking up my soul...

Anyway...as I was browsing Tumblr, I noticed the lack of activity in Poppy related things, so I just had to do something...

With nothing else to say, here's a little something 🤗

(Again, I'm sleep deprived and tired...my already sucking skills of naming things are beyond hope at this point...so it is yet another nameless fic)

Pairing: Poppy x MC (Sam/Samantha)

At first, looking at Poppy and watching her every move was a means to find a weakness to use against her.

Sam had always been observant, a trait that she acquired from her days of working at the farm. As with animals, people's body language was very telling about their personalities.

Poppy was no different.

Or so she thought.

Sam believed that Poppy was like everyone else, and her expressions were just easy to read.

But as time went on, Sam found out how wrong she was.

The girl was like the sea. On the surface, the waves would seem dangerous or calm, yet beneath the surface was a mystery for all afraid to take a dive.

Sam always did like to unravel a mystery, and her attention soon focused solely on one person. Poppy's real thoughts were somewhat hard to guess, but it made for an interesting discovery. And Sam soon began to learn Poppy's body language.

The quirk of an eyebrow with an upward twist of her lips and the chin held high - confident on the outside, daring you to challenge her on the inside.

A soft exhale with shoulders dropping somewhat and her arms crossed- pensive on the outside, utterly bored on the inside.

As time went on, observing Poppy became more of a fixation. Her interest in learning a weakness was no more. Instead was found enthralled by the one Poppy Min Sinclair.

Before she could stop it, Sam had already fallen in love, and from her observing she could tell it was going to be hard going down that path.

Because Poppy wasn't indifferent to her. Sam would even say that Poppy liked her, but she knew, the Min Sinclair heiress would do everything to deny her feelings.

But Sam was nothing if not committed.

It took as long as she previously assessed. The fights took place as well, and thousands of tears were spilled in between.

But finally, Poppy let down her final wall around her heart, and Sam could not have been happier.

Their relationship was finally official, and Sam was proud to walk hand on hand with Poppy.

She felt the luckiest girl in the world, and she never failed to mention it to her girlfriend.

"You're such a dork." Poppy would always say rolling her eyes without malice, and then peck her lips.

Yep. The luckiest.

Yet, her observing never stopped. On the contrary, now she could observe sides she was never given the chance before.

Such small details that made Poppy, well, Poppy.

Now was just another example of it.

It was movie night. A time to bond with both their friends, and try to not murder each other.

They were on her and Zoey's suite, waiting for the rest of their friends to show up.

Sam had just finished with the popcorn and handed over Poppy's personal bowl - because from previous observation, Sam knew Poppy hated when other people touched her food - and she sat next to her girlfriend.

Poppy was lazily scrolling down her phone, the recently made bowl of popcorn placed on her lap.

Instead of taking out her phone as well, Sam observed her girlfriend, one of her favorite activities.

One slender and delicate hand reached down to the bowl, and took just one popcorn, taking it to Poppy's mouth.

A minute passed and the action was repeated, with only one popcorn being taken.

Sam's eyebrows rose on her face. She had never seen anyone eat popcorn like that. Everyone always just grabbed a bunch of popcorn and pushed it into their mouths, making a mess in the process. Sam was no exception on doing that.

Looking at the fifth sole popcorn reaching Poppy's mouth, a breathy chuckle left her lips.

Eating popcorn one by one...it was just so Poppy.

"What?" The blonde asked while looking at her girlfriend in confusion, head tilted slightly to the side.

"Gosh...I love you."

She thought, but then Poppy's eyes widened and her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink.

"Did...did I say that out loud?" Sam mumbled with her own eyes widened in panic.

Poppy narrowed her eyes, "You did."

"I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean-" she saw the way Poppy's jaw set, and she knew she was being misunderstood. "I did meant it! I love you...I just didn't mean to say it out." Her panic made it impossible to read Poppy's expression and it just made her panic further. "I know you're probably not there yet, and you don't have to say it back. We can just forget I said anyht-"

Her sentence was not finished, or better say, she was cut off by a pair of soft lips upon her own.

Instantly, Sam melted and reciprocated the kiss.

Soon, her panic dissipated and her mind was just filled with Poppy and how much she loved her.

"You're such an idiot." Poppy mumbled against her lips when pulling away.

"I-" she didnt know what to say, and thankfully she didn't have to.

"I love you too."

I ate popcorn today and someone pointed out the way I eat it...yes, it made me write this Xd

I'm sorry if this fic isn't as satisfactory as other fics, and I'm sorry if you find way too many grammar errors, I'm just so tired and I didn't check twice before posting 😣

Anyway, I'm gonna try and catch up on some sleep.

Hope you liked this little piece 💖

#poppy x mc #choices #poppy min sinclair #queen poppy #queen b poppy #i simp for poppy #queen b #queen b mc

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