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Don't go there.
Summary: When you and your friends take a summer trip out to the woods you are unaware of just what you've disturbed from it's slumber deep inside.
Cw: Serial Killer Simon, gore, blood, wounds, angst, death, childhood trauma. Mention of dissociation, abuse. Dark themes, animal death, Simon has a bit of a psychotic obsession over you in the end.
Word count: 6.8K+
A/N: Please don't let this flop, I spent way too much time staying up and writing this. So I do apologize for my dry-eye editing mistakes. I didn't want to super edit it all but I worked so hard on this. I was tempted to make the end kinky, but he just really, really likes chasing. Italics means a flashback/something in the past.
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"How much longer until we get there??" You asked, looking out the window of the car, seeing the long road of trees. Stretching out for miles deep into the unknown where shadows lingered.
"Shouldn't be much longer." Your friend, Adam replied, checking the gas level in the truck.
You had stopped at a gas station nearly an hour ago. You had been going down this road for almost half an hour with nothing to see for miles.
Two of your other friends sat in the back, distracted by their boredom. You look in the rearview mirror, seeing them making out.
Crystal and Peter couldn't get off each other for five minutes... You had to be in the car with them. Why couldn't you have been with the others following in the car behind you?
You sigh softly in exhaustion, fixing your headphones again.
You all had taken up the opportunity for a summer job out at a camp for the extra money. Having just gotten out of school, you were looking for somewhere to start fresh, away from your parents' clings. And this felt right.
"Hey, looks like we've got something," Adam points out.
You look up, clicking off your phone to see the road split off. An old sign at the crossroads directs you down another road.
"That's the camp's name." You sit up, your whole body feeling relief that you are almost there.
"Thank goodness."
You looked at the backseat, leaning over to gently hit Peter. "Hey, stop it, there are others in the car you two."
"Sorry y/n."
Hah, you knew they weren't. At least you'd be at the camp soon...
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You arrived at the camp, pulling up on the road to the large cabins just across from a lake spanning out into the thick forest grove.
You got out, stretching your limbs. Hands high above your head, yawning and working your legs.
"Finally."
You grabbed your bags from the car, meeting up with your other two friends Phillip and Stacy, pulling up in the car behind you.
"Geez, I'd have to make that trip every summer." Phillip fixed his hat, slinging his duffle bag over his shoulder.
"Well, hopefully, the drive back won't be as painful." You playfully glared at Peter and Crystal, taking your bags up the walk to the cabin lodge.
The warm late afternoon sun came through the trees, the breeze blowing softly across the open land. Seeing some of the other campers and counsellors wandering about.
The main office was where you met up with the head counsellor. He smiled upon seeing you. "Y/n, glad you made it."
"Thanks, it was quite the trip."
"Well, we're glad to have you here. Sign your name, and we'll get you all the keys to your cabins."
You nod, write down your name on the paper, and then take the cabin key from him, "Thanks!"
He nods, setting up your friends as well.
Taking your bags, you head down to your cabin. You walk through the main grounds, across the road and over to the thick backwooded area. You paused, looking out into the woods.
The trees were growing and darkening as you looked in, hiding the other side from what lay there.
You shook it off, heading to the cabin and unlocking it. You were sharing your room with Adam, two beds set up and a window at the back of the cabin wall as well.
"Not bad..." You muttered.
As you and Adam start to unpack, you couldn't help but feel a little excited about spending the summer here. The camp was beautiful, with its lake and surrounded by lush forest. It was going to be the perfect escape from the stress of school and family drama.
As you were unpacking, you noticed that Adam had left the cabin without saying anything. You shrugged, thinking he had gone to explore as well.
After organizing your clothes and items in the drawers, you grab your sunglasses and head out to explore the camp. The sun was setting, casting a beautiful golden hue on the entire area. You walked towards the lake, admiring the serene beauty of the water.
As you sit on the dock, dipping your feet in the water, you feel off. Feeling that weird sense that someone was watching you.
You looked out across the lake, attempting to spot anyone, but the forest looked all the same. You were startled a little when you heard footsteps approaching. You look up to see Adam walking towards you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Hey there," he says, sitting beside you on the dock. "Enjoying the view?"
You roll your eyes but can't help but laugh at his antics. "Yeah, it's beautiful."
"Well, I was talking with some others and we're setting up dinner for everyone, then it's swimsuit time~"
You scoffed, shoving him away. "We're to relax, not stick our pieces in random places."
"Oh, say you," He grinned, but you just shrugged him off.
"Meet you at the cabin then?"
You hummed in agreement, and Adam left you alone to join some of the others. You looked back out at the lake, sighing before getting up and following after him.
As you walk back towards the main grounds, you can't shake off the feeling of being watched. The shadows of the trees seemed to elongate and twist, as though they were reaching out to grab you. You shivered, feeling as though you were being watched by something lurking in the forest.
But you shook it off, reassuring yourself that it was just your imagination running wild in unfamiliar territory. You arrive at the campfire just as dinner is being served, the smell of grilled meat and vegetables making your mouth water. You grab a plate and sit down next to Philip, who was chatting animatedly with one of the other counsellors.
You laughed at the funny stories and jokes that were shared, feeling yourself relaxed for the first time in a long while.
But as the night wore on, the atmosphere changed. You noticed the people around you becoming louder, more intoxicated. The crude jokes turned into innuendos and the flirting became more aggressive.
Your typical night with a bunch of people barely older than the drinking age and taking it to their advantage to flirt with any young mind like themselves.
After dinner, you all head back to your cabins to change into your swimsuits. You grab your towel and head towards the lake, joining the others who are already swimming and playing around in the water. You dip your toes into the cool water and shiver slightly, but soon adjust to the temperature and join in the fun.
As you were swimming around, you suddenly felt someone grab your waist from behind. You gasp and turn around to see Adam, grinning cheekily at you. "Gotcha."
You continued to splash around in the water as the sunset. Across the dock, dark eyes stared into the stirring waters. Watching from behind the darkness of the tree line Peter and Crystal made out against one of the firm dock legs. Others laugh and touch too closely to not be called flirtatious.
Their laughter stung his ears. The sounds of shrill joy twisting his stomach in a way that made him angry. One more year where he'd have to do all the dirty work. Where these kids would have to learn.
He'd hear their screams and see the looks of horror on their faces. That's what he wanted.
He moved back into the shadows, slinking down the old house of a family doomed from the start...
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"Simon! Get your ass down here right now you little shit!!"
"Hang on." The young boy looked in the mirror, whining as he fiddled with his belt, desperately pulling it and looping it back through. Shaky hands working hard when he heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
His father angrily pushed through the bathroom door, grabbing his wrist. "I said get over here. You're going to make us late again and I don't want your excuses."
Simon wriggled, whining again as he was pulled down the stairs.
His older brother sat with his bags on the couch, chuckling. "Hah, look who got caught with his pants down again." He smirked.
"Shut up Tommy!" Simon retorted, his father yanking him forward and slapping him across the face.
"He's right. Now you shut your mouth."
Simon looked over at his mother who remained quiet as the boys' father led them to the door, getting them into the car.
"If I hear any shit from your counsellors' I'm going to be through with you. You understand me!?"
Simon looked out the window, watching the trees blur by in a mess of green as they drove. He saw his brother look over at him and smirk.
"Don't be a pussy, Simon. You're going to love it."
Simon shook his head and looked away, thinking about all the wonderful things he could be doing if his brother was the one going away to camp.
Simon couldn't help but feel the knot of worry in his stomach. He wasn't looking forward to the summer camp, but his father threatened him with more than was needed to scare the young guy.
"Simon. Simon! What the fuck are you whining about?" His brother punched his arm, and Simon looked over at him.
"Nothing."
"Don't try to lie to me. I can hear it in your fucking voice."
"I'm just nervous is all."
"Yeah, about that..." Tommy laughed, reaching into the glove compartment and pulling out a small tin. "I got you something to take the edge off."
Simon looked at him, eyes wide. "What the fuck is that?" He asked, Tommy, grinning and popping open the lid, a snake popping out and making Simon jump.
"Tommy, stop!!"
Tommy laughed, tucking the fake snake away.
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The stairs of the old house creaked. He took it to the bathroom where the mirror took in his frame, eyes showing out from behind the skull mask he wore. Something he'd taken on after his brother's death.
He bent down, opening the sink drawer doors and grabbing his set of knives and his hatchet. Tracing his gloved fingers over the sharp edge, a twist of evil excitement stirred inside him.
Another year of spilling blood. All for himself.
You were back at your cabin at the end of the night, slipping into a sweater as the chill of the summer air set through the interior.
"What's up, y/n?" Adam asked as he noticed you staring out the window for the hundredth time.
"I don't know, I just have this weird feeling like we're being watched." You turn from the window to face him.
Adam let out a chuckle. "Don't tell me you believe in all those ghost stories they tell around the campfire?"
"No, it's not that. It's just a feeling. Nothing more." You tried to brush it off, but you were unconvinced.
"Yeah, but it can be fun to believe you know? Peace of mind." He offered his hand, and you took it.
Adam pulled you outside, and the two of you walked to the cabins beside yours.
"Do you believe in ghosts or spirits?" You asked, feeling a little braver around him.
"Not really. I've seen some crazy shit and it's hard to believe there's more out there. But why not? I'll believe anything if it's from you."
"You're uncontrollable."
"I know." He grinned but then stopped in his tracks. "Wait, hold up. What was that?"
You stop, cocking your head to the side to listen. "I don't hear anything."
"Shh. Listen."
You sit there for a tense moment, scanning the dark tree line, fists clenching in your pockets.
You listened closer, and what you heard was a heavy thumping from one of the cabins. You both seemed to exhale softly upon realizing it wasn't anything to be scared of.
"Whatever, I'm going to the bathroom." You kept walking, heading down the path to the bathrooms. Heading inside and flicking on the small light, locking the door.
Adam smirked, hearing you as you left down the path. He's been trying to get into your pants for months. And yet you brushed him off every time. He partly hoped that this time around, the summer camp and the alcohol will loosen you, literally.
He waits around for you to be done, looking out down toward the dock and the cool waters. Hearing footsteps behind him, he chuckled. "That was quick." He turned, facing someone who definitely wasn't you.
His eyes widened, looking up at the imposing figure.
The mask bore holes into his skin, the darkness hiding the grotesque glint in his eyes.
"Woah man, easy." Adam backed up, but it did little to save him as the large man's hand clasped tightly around his throat, his hatchet slashing into his abdomen.
He had to die first.
Adam's eyes went wide. He attempted to scream, heels digging into the dirt as the blade retracted from his stomach and he was dragged across the open grounds. Blood splattered from the torn skin and clothes onto the rocks and dirt. Dragged back into the woods, trying to scream or scramble for anything to help him.
"Help!" His words were mumbled and barely made it out as he was dragged back into the darkness behind the cabins. Thrust into a tree, the knife sinking back into his flesh. Adam choked, blood spilling from his mouth as the knife carved up through him. Blood splattered into the dirt and leaves.
His eyes stared upward; his face twisted in fright as the man began to brutal him with the knife. The blade tore into his flesh, slicing open as the man took his time to toy with the young man.
Adam's struggles weakened by the minute. Until the knife dug into his throat, and life escaped his body.
He dropped Adam, flicking the blood from his knife and tucked it back into his vest.
The man turned back to the cabin, the sound of footsteps approaching.
Adam was left slumped on the ground, blood oozing from his wounds.
The man slipped back behind the cabin, his hand grasping the hilt of his knife as he listened intently for your return.
You were coming out of the bathrooms, heading back to your cabin when you noticed Adam wasn't around. "Adam?" You looked around, watching the darkness. When you heard nothing, you shrugged. He probably just headed back to the cabin then. So, with that you headed back, but when you returned, still no Adam.
"Alright then."
You left the cabin door unlocked, just in case he'd take a while to get back. Setting up your bed and crawling in, flicking out your lamp. You lay in the darkness, snuggling into the bed and closing your eyes.
You listened to the sounds of the cricket outside and the occasional small rustle of a critter along the wilderness edge. Your breathing slows, exhaling softly as you feel yourself slipping away into sleep.
Footsteps crunch against the pebbled ground. You aren't entirely sure how long you've been asleep when you feel your eyelids fluttering open again. Not moving when you hear the heavy footfalls coming up the side of the cabin. They come around the front of the cabin, stopping at the door.
Silence.
"Adam?" You finally whisper, shifting a little in your bed, squinting into the darkness.
Still silent.
You sat up slowly, looking out the window to see if the coast was clear. You couldn't see anything. You listened for a few moments more, and when you still didn't hear anything, you laid back down.
You watched the door, your heart picking up in pace slightly. The door handle of the cabin finally twists. Your heart leaps as the door opens with an ominous creak.
The steps follow into the cabin, and in the moonlight, you can clearly see that the figure is not Adam.
Your heart spasms in your chest. Your body goes into freeze mode. You try to keep your breathing low in the darkness. The figure shifts its weight slightly, and you feel a pair of eyes on you. Whatever or whoever it was said nothing.
Boots moving across the cabin floor. You close your eyes, feeling fear overtake you when the person reaches your bedside. The glint of the moonlight revealed the sharp hatchet, yet your eyes were closed. Unaware of just what danger you were in.
The figure leans over, warm breath fanning from the mask, leaning down near your cheek, the blade caressing over the skin of your shoulder. You can't stop your whimper, feeling another hot puff of air against your skin, the tip of the blade digging into your shoulder.
You flinch, gasping. The figure stops, the blade drawing away from your skin. Your eyes finally open, wide with fear.
The figure is looming over you, and you can't make out their features in the dark, but the knife glints in the moonlight.
"Please." You whimpered. "I won't tell anyone, I promise."
"Shhh..." The figure shushed, bringing the knife down slowly, trailing the cold metal across your exposed stomach.
Your bottom lip quivers, shying away, whimpering. "Please- Please I won't-" Your voice dies out with another small whimper as he toys with you. Your body is a nervous wreck.
The blade drags across your skin, slowly sinking into your flesh. Your body throbbing in pain, your eyes so wide that they sting.
You try to look down to see the blade, but the figure moves away, and your eyes follow the figure. You see the glint of the moonlight upon the blade as it comes into view. Your body is trembling violently, your skin stained with a light coating of sweat.
You're going to die. You're fully prepared for whatever is happening to end you.
"Oh, Crystal, come on!" You hear Peter's voice in the darkness. The thick silence pierced like shards of glass. Their breathing pauses, blade stilling against your skin.
"No! I told you not to look!" Crystal hollered back. You could hear her coming closer, walking down toward the docks probably.
The figure leans away from you. You feel your heart throbbing inside your chest. The blade leaves your skin, boots heavily walking back across the floorboards. You remain there, hearing the stride stop, eyes back on you. Then the door creaks shut, and the steps are moving away.
You exhale shakily, opening your eyes, half expecting him to still be there.
You thought he was going to kill you. And then it hit you. Crystal... He must have been going after one of them. You were about to rush out of bed on adrenaline, but the fear immediately had you lying back down. You couldn't move, pulling your blankets back up.
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It was morning when you got up, finding Adam not at the cabin. You were surprised. You thought he'd come back eventually, but it seems he'd disappeared. You tried to clear your head. Getting dressed and stepping outside to brush your teeth. You looked around, trying to see any signs of what had happened last night. But it seemed all was still. You spat into the dirt, shrugging on your camp sweater and headed over to the main cabin.
There you saw everyone, Peter sitting alone and looking a little bummed out. "Hey." You walked over, getting his attention. "Hey... sleep ok?"
"Yeah, you? Heard a scuffle last night."
Peter sighed, looking into his half-full cup of iced tea. "Found some old photos in a bag she brought with her... Her and her ex."
You cringed a little, but nodded, hearing him out.
"She stormed off and didn't come back last night."
"She did seem the type to be dramatic." You shrugged but gave him a side hug. "Look, it'll be alright. I'm sure she'll come back, and you can sort this out."
Breakfast was passed around and you slowly got to thinking about Crystal. She had no ride back unless she were to take Adam's car or Phil's truck... And where was Adam? Oh well... She was probably off brooding about how she would have to come back and apologize. She was always a tad dramatic for your type.
But the day shifted on, afternoon setting and you all headed to get changed into your swimsuits.
Grabbing your towel you headed outside to meet up with Phil who was chatting up one of the other male counsellors. He had that sly look in his eyes. You patted his arm, motioning him to go get it somewhere else and you headed for the dock.
Some others were already talking and breaking out the kayaks to take on the lake.
You once again sat down, dipping your toes into the water. You looked down into the water, noticing it seemed slightly darker than you remember. Playing it off to be the sunlight and you continued to gently swish your toes through.
One of the girls waved off as she pushed her kayak out into the lake. Rowing out a small bit enough that she comfortably floated along. Until her paddle hit something in the water, rippling up the lake.
You raised an eyebrow, looking down, noticing a chain tied to the leg of the dock. That hadn't been there the other day. The girl seemed to come to the same conclusion, pulling on the chain, something scraping along the bottom floor of the lake bed.
She grunted, pulling a little harder, one of the guys swimming out to steady the kayak.
You all watched as she pulled the chain up, struggling with it until finally. She screamed. You were startled, immediately pulling your feet out of the water. The girl dropped the chain and started desperately attempting to get out of the water and out of the kayak. There wasn't any mistaking her blonde hair, Crystal's body tied by the neck around the chain, her body gutted and hollowed so she'd sink.
You were horrified. Everyone was horrified. Peter and Phillip grab the chain and tug it, dragging her back to shore. They pulled her body onto the dock, seeing her lifeless eyes. The chain digging into her throat, stomach and chest completely hollowed out, her rib cage sticking up like fangs from her peeling, mutilated skin.
You backed up, hitting Phillip's arms. Covering your mouth as you saw what it was. Someone had murdered Crystal. And he was in your cabin last night. You hadn't imagined it.
Someone was hunting you...
"What do we do??" Phillip asked.
"We call the police!" Stacy cried.
"No! They'll shut us down. We'll be responsible."
"What if he comes after the rest of us?"
Your heart pounded a million miles an hour. What were you going to do!?
Some of the boys simply pushed her body back into the water. Vouching that they should just keep a lookout for anything that comes up. They wanted to make the rescue that it was probably just animals. Yeah, because animals were the ones to skillfully skin the organs and carve out around the sharp bone of her ribcage.
But no one could convince them otherwise, so you let it go. It still terrifies you, keeping an eye out as you walk the grounds. Every noise around you sounds like aggression.
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Dark eyes watched from the cabin door as Crystal stalked across the camp. Muttering angrily to herself, pulling her shirt fully on, and heading for the docks to get some fresh air. He watched her head down, footsteps following after her once she was far enough away.
The twisted sense of hunting prey filled his mind. Smelling the blood before it was spilt and the delicious scream he'd tear from her lungs.
She sat on the dock, huddled against the small sloshes of the lake against the dock legs. Staring out into the starry night. Footfalls make her brow wrinkle. "Peter, I told you to leave me alone."
He stared down at her, his hatchet glinting in the light, hand tightening on the blade in anticipation. He could almost get off to it. Grabbing her by the throat, hearing her gasp and choke, feet scraping against the wood of the dock. She tried to scream, grabbing his forearm, and looking up at him.
He stared down at her, eyes glimmering with excitement as he watched her thrash. A predator toying with its prey. She squirmed desperately, attempting to kick or bite her way out. Her nails dug into his forearm, drawing a light trickle of blood from his skin.
He frowned, gripping the hatchet and piercing it up through her back, the blade squelching through organs and blood, spilling across the dock and flicking into the cool water.
Her face was frozen in an endless scream, bloodletting out across the wood, falling limp after a moment.
He dropped her body, walked back up the dock and grabbed one of the boat chains from the grass. Unthreading it from the post, he came back over. He tied the chain around her throat, making sure it stayed.
The blade tore into her stomach and gutted her before picking up her organless body and throwing her into the lake. Blood seeps into the water like a bleeding-out animal. Like she'd just been mauled by a shark and was left as scraps.
Seeing blood flood and bubble along her flesh as she sank down to the bottom, the current moving her slightly, throat tugging on the chain that kept her secure to the dock.
He flicked out his blade, looking down at his forearm, wiping the blood from the scratches away. And he left silently.
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Simon stood at the edge of the tree line. His brother sneered from the porch, watching him investigate the noise that had rustled the bushes. He stood there, looking down at the small fox, blood splattered across the leaves, stomach torn open, caught in the barbed wire fence of the property and ultimately caught by whatever it had been running from.
Simon reached out to touch it but quickly pulled away and backed up. He walked back over to the porch, nose scrunching when he smelled the putrid smell of cigarette smoke from his brother.
"Go tell Dad, he'll want someone to pick the guts out of the fence." He sneers.
Simon kept his head down, heading inside where his father was muttering away angrily about his mother again, another bottle in his hand. Drinking it back while he went on and on over the phone.
Simon hesitantly went over to him, standing there patiently and waiting. His father noticed him and frowned angrily. "What do you want, boy!?"
Simon gulped, finding his voice. "There's a fox in the fence..."
"Is it dead?"
Simon nodded. "It's dead."
His father huffed, chugging back more alcohol. "Get the tools and go clean it then. You know what to do."
Simon felt his stomach twist painfully, digging under the sink in the kitchen to grab the gloves and cleaner, heading back outside onto the porch.
As he worked to remove the fox from the fence, Simon couldn't help but think about how much death he had been exposed to lately.
He finished cleaning the fence, but his mind was elsewhere.
As he buries the fox gently, Simon can't help but feel the weight of the world on his shoulders. He knows that there are cruel people out there who are capable of senseless violence, and it makes him angry. He wants to do something, to make a difference, but he doesn't know how.
As he walked back towards the house, he heard his father's voice. "You know, Simon, you can't be a sissy your whole life. You gotta learn to face things head-on. That's what real men do."
Simon felt his blood boil with anger. His father had no idea what he had gone through, the trauma he had endured. And yet, he was still expected to be a "man". He was only twelve by that point.
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You sat around the fire with a blanket over your shoulders. The warm afternoon was rather quiet as you all attempted to get over what you'd seen earlier. Why the hell were you sitting here instead of calling the cops? Someone was murdered and you just had to be stuck with the people worried about the camp's reputation.
The boys continued to work, trying to forget about the corpse in the lake and the ramifications that would come with it. The girls all sat in the cabin, trying to distract the younger campers from the grim day.
Phillips came over, handing you a flask of scotch. "Drink this. It'll help."
You took it from him, looking away. "Why'd she have to die?"
"I don't know."
"Where's Peter?"
"He's outside, making s'mores with the other kids."
You nodded, taking a sip of the liquor. It warmed you up and you sighed in relief.
Phillips sat down beside you, looking like his mind was miles away. "You seen that prick, Adam?"
You shake your head. "Nope. Disappeared last night hasn't come back." Saying it out loud really solidifies it for you and Phil. Looking at each other, simultaneously coming to one conclusion.
He was probably dead too...
"We need to get the fuck out of here. We can take his car, leave and go get help."
You agreed, nodding your head. "Yeah, yeah. We should leave now."
Phil wasn't gonna fight it. He may like to do his own thing but the idea of getting killed wasn't on his MO. Not this pretty boy face, no, no.
So, you packed back up, Phil convincing Stacy to go back with you. With your bags, you loaded into Phil's truck. Some of the counsellors seemed a little upset at the idea of you leaving so early. Or going to the cops at all.
But you weren't going to sit there and wait to be next.
Within another hour or so you were all packed up and getting in the truck. Phil pulled you out of the road, clicking his tongue as he turned the truck around.
You stared out the window, looking at the trees and the stretch of empty road as if they were watching back. Mocking you, laughing.
It was silent for a large portion of the drive, your foot tapping along the car.
"What of the others?" Stacy asked from the backseat. "Their fault for being stupid. Although that one counsellor was pretty cute..."
You remain quiet, watching the road as you drive. Tires picking up down the road. You looked down at your phone, distracting yourself with one of your games, Phil eventually filling the silence with the sound of the radio.
The thick tension in the air was palpable through the drive.
There was a thunk under the truck. You looked up, eyes widening as Phil brought the truck to a stop.
"What was that?" You looked out the side mirror but couldn't see anything.
"It's probably some dumb rocks." Phil takes off his seatbelt and opens the door. "Phil-" You reached out for him, and he shrugged it off. "I'm just gonna check it."
He left the door open, heading back around the truck, seeing something lying in the road. A clump of fur stuck on the tread of his tire, a fox in the road.
Phil approached it, looking around. "Geez... talk about dumb." He mutters, spitting into the dirt and scuffing his shoe. Looked like there wasn't any damage done to his truck though. That's what mattered.
He bent down to look at the fox again, hearing footsteps. Just as he looked up the sharp glint of a blade glared into his eyes. His heart lurched, backing up as the blade retracted, swinging again.
Phil gasped, continuing to dodge and trying to move, the large skull-masked figure intending to strike good with the hatchet.
You heard the scrape and thunk when the blade hit the side of the truck, seeing the large figure.
"Phil!" You cried, Stacy getting out of the car before you could stop her.
Your eyes widened, seeing the figure. He dwarfed both Stacy and Phil.
How did he get out here!?
The figure turns towards Stacy, raising the hatchet. She screams, but before he can strike, Phil tackles the figure from behind, knocking him down onto the ground.
You quickly get out of the car, running towards them. "Phil, are you okay?!"
"I'm alright, but we need to get out of here!" Phil grabs your arm, pulling you back to the truck.
The figure stands up, body looming in the dim light. You get a good look at him now. He was wearing a skull mask, with the rest of his face hidden in shadow. He was wearing a black jacket with a hood, and black gloves. You couldn't see anything else.
He starts coming towards you, but Phil quickly gets back into the truck, starting its engine. You all drive away quickly, leaving the figure behind.
You're breathing heavily, heart pounding as you look out the back window. The figure is standing in the same spot, watching as you drive away.
"We're getting the police..." You whisper, unable to take your eyes off the man as he gets smaller in the mirror.
"Agreed," Phil says, continuing down the open road.
Ghost lifts his mask, putting a lit cigarette between his scarred lips, exhaling smoke out into the open road. Turning back toward the camp. He'd gone too far anyway, back to his stomping grounds.
He takes another drag of smoke, dropping the cigarette and shoving his heel into it.
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Tommy smeared the dirt with his shoe, exhaling the last of the smoke from his lungs, spitting into the freshly shuffled dirt.
Simon watched him, holding the shotgun his father had shoved in his arms. "Tommy-"
"Shut it. You'll scare 'em off." He looks around, scanning the forest grounds, into the darker parts of the trees and across the bushes.
"They always run back to where they think they're safe." Tommy picks up a rock and throws it at the lake. Birds stir in the water, flicking and scattering, some rushing back toward the trees.
Simon gulps, raising the shotgun, and aiming upward at one of the birds. He shot, missing the thing by a mile.
Tommy scoffs, shaking his head. "You're not gonna hit anything like that, kid."
Simon lowers the gun, feeling embarrassed. He had never shot a gun before, let alone at a moving target. "Sorry, I-I didn't mean to-"
Simon can feel his cheeks flushing. He hates it when Tommy treats him like a little kid. But he knows better than to argue. Tommy's been doing this for years, and Simon's only been brought into this recently.
"What are we even doing out here?" Simon asks, shifting the gun in his hands.
Tommy turns to him, squinting in the sunlight. "We're hunting, Simon. Hunting for something that's been bothering the camp for too damn long."
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A couple days later you and the others returned. It was only you and Phil this time, along with a couple officers and a K9 unit. You'd been nervous about returning for the entire time up until finally going back.
Getting there you open the door, looking around. The camp was quiet, the trees still, bushes bristling as the breeze flowed steadily.
Some officers looked around, the K9 sniffing along the ground as you headed into the camp.
It was completely dead. Abandoned beer cans, a filled pool, and Kayaks still down at the beach unchained.
You latched onto Phil nervously as you followed the officers. Searching everywhere. The main office was empty, and cabins were abandoned. You gulped, the officers scratching their heads, but you knew it was too late. He had gotten to them.
"And what did you say he looked like again?"
"Tall- over six feet, skull mask, wore all black?"
The officer nodded, looking around. The K9's ears perked up, staring into the bushes. Barking into the darkness.
Your insides tensed up, watching the officer with the K9 move forward, others readying their guns in case.
You were shaking and your knees felt weak. the officer moved the K9 forward, waving it further in.
The K9 stopped, barking as it tugged on its leash. The officer stepped forward, pointing his gun into the woods.
The noise quieted, and the dog calmed down. The officer sighed, walking back over. "It's a deer. Want us to keep searching?"
You look around, sighing. "No, nobody's here. Nobody was here."
"Alright, well, we're going to be here for a while still. You can head back to town, we'll keep searching." The officer shrugged. You pocketed your hands, heading back to the car with Phil.
You get into the passenger seat; Phil leans forward and turns on the radio. You look in the rearview mirror and your body freezes. You look back, going cold in horror, a silent scream building in your throat. The hatchet reached up between the seats, grabbing Phil and choking him.
You attempt to tear the man off but he's too strong, blood slashing through Phil's throat as he angrily fights.
You finally manage to scream, getting the door open quickly getting out of the truck, your heart hammering in your chest. The figure turned towards you, his mask hiding any emotion he may have felt. You couldn't make out any details in the darkness, but you could tell that he was tall, muscular, and had a menacing aura about him.
Your feet carry you, thudding across the ground, the back door of the car opening and heavier footsteps following.
You try to call for help, bloody glove wrapping around your mouth, pulling you back, back pressed to the strong chest of a bloody killer.
You wanted to thrash but thought better, remaining still. His hand tightened over your mouth, leaning in so his warm breath fanned over your face. You whimpered, feeling weak, shaking as the edge of his weapon grazed your stomach. Tracing up your sternum, across your chest. Edge of the blade nipping your clothes.
You breathe in heavily through your nose, hands clasping on his forearm, wriggling around.
He enjoyed it. Seeing the pure fear in your eyes, watching you struggle and shake.
Your eyes water, looking into the bushes, knowing the officers were just right there...
He leaned closer to you, whispering into your ear, "Now, now." He was right up against your ear, breath hot and damp.
You try to kick him in the knee, but he's too strong. He grabs your leg, squeezing, bruising as he pulls it up, causing you to fall to your knees.
He moans in your ear, lips pulling into a smirk against the shell of your ear.
You gag, struggling, hearing the heavy thunk of his hatchet against the ground.
His hands were big enough to cover your face. One wrapped around your throat, the other on your mouth, thumb and fingers digging into the meat of your cheeks, squeezing.
Your hands scrambled against his arm, nails digging into his flesh as you desperately tried to claw him away.
There's barking and a sharp whine of the K9. You struggle, attempting to wriggle away as you hear the officers yelling. There's another loud bark, claws digging into the ground, the man letting you go.
You don't have a moment to think longer, taking off down the old road. The canine returns to Simon's side, a tussle of fur in her mouth, and he gives her the signal to wait. He smirks under the mask, watching you run as fast as you can. His stomach twisted in excitement. He couldn't wait to watch your blood spill…
He wants to watch the anguish before the pain. He wants to see your insides. Do they look as good as you do? He swings the blade wiping some of the blood off, running it along the white truck stopped along the road.
Tears fill your eyes, your heart pounding. Your legs shake as you run with everything you have in you. He could have just killed you, but you couldn’t give up. You had to get out. You had to run. You had to survive. This twisted game of cat and mouse, feeling the cats claws ready to sink into your tail and drag you back for a meal.
For now, you were prey, and he was predator.
(Please do let me know what you thought if you read this. I worked hard and haven't a true slasher fic before. I tried my best and want to give you guys more of this.)
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rift-self-ship · 11 months ago
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Being an alloaro self shipper is trying to find self ship fics of your f/o like 'no romance only sex !!' and often having to settle for smut that is almost always romantic/ established relationship instead, especially if there are very few of the fics to begin with
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venomhound · 24 days ago
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Hazbin Hotel - Lucifer Lactation Kink Headcanons
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THIS WAS supposed to be part of a part 2 to the Lucifer Niche Kinks post. But not only did it get wayyyy too long; but I realized that I probably should add an educational section because people know nothing about breastfeeding. SO. I broke it off into its own thing.
Contents/WARNINGS: AFAB reader but gender neutral pronouns are used; all the kinky shit obviously; DISCUSSION OF PREGNANCY, BREASTFEEDING, AND CHILDREARING WEE WOO; honestly stay away from this one if you aint into having babies or that kind of talk; discussion of Lilith and Lucifer's past relationship; Im gonna drag Lucifer to therapy by his ankles (18+), MDNI, NSFW below the cut ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈
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Educational Section ₊˚ ‿︵୨୧
Im just going to throw all this breastfeeding info here in a big info dump so I can actually get into the headcanons and yall can know what Im talking about.
The first couple days after birth are critical for establishing proper milk production. Basically, even if the baby is perfect and drinks your milk (which is rare but thats not what we are talking about), you NEED to make sure your breasts are completely emptied of milk and stimulate them even past that.
This is super important because its what tells your body 'hey, make more milk for babay'
Im just gonna straight up say it: breast pumps fucking suck. Everyone complains about how uncomfortable they are, if they arent straight up painful; they are super inefficient at getting all the milk out of your breasts so they can easily leave you engorged or mess up your milk production; and some women cant even use them because they dont fit their boob shape properly or they cant relax enough when using them.
What do I mean when I say the lady cant relax enough? You have to be completely relaxed for the milk to come out. This is the biggest reason women have trouble breastfeeding. Well, that and the completely empty breasts thing messing up their milk production.
So what is the alternative? Hand expressing! Basically human milking; only not worded so bluntly/terribly. This is much better for milk production because it allows you to actually get all the milk out.
The problem is, its alot more work and time consuming then a pump. Not to mention you have to be taught the proper way to hand express. So if you dont have any of these resources, your pumping.
To make it even worse, alot of women cant relax enough when they try to hand express themselves, so they HAVE to have another person do it (most husbands are COWARDS and aren't willing to do it so, oops back to pump I guess). Or they are the opposite and have to do it themselves.
Fun fact: before pumps, women had to go to their fricken DOCTORS to have themselves milked because their own husbands wouldn't do it. Cause they COWARDS.
ANYWAY. Now that you got a background in how breastfeeding works, remember; breastfeeding is hard work actually and thank god for formula because so many babies would die without it.
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Actual Headcanons ₊˚ ‿︵୨୧
Its all so natural. Lucifer loves and adores every single change happening to your body during pregnancy. The stretch marks, the weight, watching his child grow inside you. Its all just... *mwuah* So perfect to him.
Lucifer gets so dreadfully giddy when your breasts begin to swell and grow heavy late into your pregnancy. He knows it means your so close to actually being a mommy.
Honestly the best husband you could possibly have. As soon as your baby is born, Lucifer is right there to help you with anything you could possibly need. Anything.
He knows how exhausted mentally and physically you are; so Lucifer offers to hand express your milk for you after feedings. Your body just went through so much, so just let him handle that!
This is when you first notice just how... bothered he gets. Lucifer almost seems to go into a trance. His half-lidded eyes glaze over while he pants through his open mouth.
He tries so hard to keep himself under control; but he cant help but let out tiny gasps, moans, or whimpers when he feels the life giving liquid seep between his fingers.
You cannot even begin to say how thankful you are for your husband's experience however. Its a load off your shoulders. Lucifer's hands and fingers skillfully work to encourage as much milk out of your breasts as he possibly can.
However, as soon as he is done, Lucifer has to quickly excuse himself; nearly running out the door hoping you didn't notice how fucking hard he is. Or that if you did, that he didn't gross you out at the very least.
After a couple days, once your home, rested up, and Lucifer has gotten your milk production expertly established; he will try to show you how to hand express yourself. But you quickly shut that down and tell Lucifer that you would prefer if he kept doing it for you.
Lucifer is a flustered mess at the proposition but cant really argue against it. Hand expression is much easier when another person does it, not to mention exponentially faster. Its also great bonding time for the two of you. Even if Lucifer enjoys the activity a little too much...
However, neither of you have the courage to address just how much he likes it.
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Lucifer was clingy and protective during your pregnancy. But now its amped up significantly. Since the baby was born, Lucifer has been attached to you at the hip; permanently at your beck and call. Always ready to help you in anyway you might need.
Lilith was much more... independent, to put it nicely. Their marriage was already on the rocks when Charlie was born. So Lilith was determined to do everything herself and often shooed Lucifer away when he tried to help.
The fact that your not only letting Lucifer help you with your child, but actively including him in everything? Lucifer didn't think it was possible to love you more then he did. He is not going to miss a second of the child's life you have blessed him with, and so graciously included him in.
But this quickly proves to be a double edged sword. Not only does Lucifer get to dote on you and your child, but Lucifer also gets a front row seat to you and your... maternal body. And God does it do things to him.
People talk about a 'pregnancy glow,' and yeah, you were gorgeous then. But if that was glowing, you are completely radiant now. Lucifer always feels in awe of you and your post-birth body. He loves tracing your stretch marks, with his eyes, fingers, and tongue.
He also loves the extra 'baby weight' you've kept. Its literally more of you to love. You've gotten embarrassed several times because Lucifer will grab at your thighs and lovehandles while telling you how "fucking hard" you make him.
Oddly enough, you haven't heard him comment on the changes in your breasts. Not once.
Thats because Lucifer feels so guilty. He feels so guilty every time he sees how full and swollen your gorgeous breasts are. He feels guilty when he sees them leaking after feedings. The milk soaking through the front of your bra and exposing your hardened nipples.
Lucifer feels guilty about how hard he gets. Every single time. His cock already twitching in his pants just from watching you. Lucifer always ends up having to excuse himself so he can rush off and jack himself off as quickly as possible.
He is so fucking embarrassed by it too. This is parenthood; having kids; having a family. Its all so natural. Especially breastfeeding.
So why is his body perverting it so much?? Lucifer already bred you; got you pregnant. Why is his body demanding even more now that you've had his child??
God, he can't think of any other time he has had to masturbate this much.
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It takes a couple months. Months of constantly vacillating between states of sexual torture and marital bliss for Lucifer. It takes a couple months before you decided to finally test the waters; testing how turned on your husband is really getting.
"Th-there. I-I think that's all of it..." Lucifer stuttered out absentmindedly. Although Lucifer said he had gotten all your milk out, his hands remained firmly grasping your breasts. You couldn't help but look at him with a quizzical tilt to your head. This was new.
Lucifer was always quick to excuse himself; practically running out the door. He was always so fast at fleeing, that he never saw how much you smirked and laughed at him. Its not like his hard on was subtle. Even if he wasn't literally moaning in your face.
This was new. Lucifer didn't run away this time. It was as if he was completely frozen while he straddled your lap in your shared bed. The only real movement from him was the rise and fall of his shoulders from how hard he was breathing.
Lucifer only finally pulls his hands away when you force him to; so you can gently set the bottles you had used to collect your milk onto the nightstand. When you turn back to look at your husband, he is in a complete trance.
Lucifer's head is hanging slightly in shame even as his eyes remain glued to your chest. Rough, but even huffs are steadily leaving his mouth; as if he lost control of his breathing and is trying to get it back. His hands are practically white knuckling at his own thighs; your a little worried in the back of your mind that his claws might rips through his pantleg.
"Lucifer?" Your gentle voice breaks Lucifer out of his daze. His half lidded eyes pull away from your hard, wet nipples to meet your eyes. "I don't think you actually got it all, Sweetie. Why don't you try using your mouth?"
Lucifer's eyes blow wide at the mere suggestion; his pupils dilating like a predator. You swear you hear him whimper. His whole body starts trembling as his eyes dart between your heated gaze and your leaking breast. Silently asking if it was really okay.
You simply smile at him, your hands softly trailing up his thigh and giving his hands a reassuring squeeze. Lucifer licks his lips in a mixture of nervousness and barely restrained lust as he brings shaky hands up to grip at your chest.
Then its as if something in Lucifer snaps; suddenly he is diving right in and latching himself onto you.
It happens so fast. Lucifer's whining, moaning mouth sucking and licking at you furiously. Trying to get every last sweet drop out of you that he can. Every drop of your milk that enters his mouth is like a shockwave of pure electricity up Lucifer's spine.
Even in his almost rabid state, Lucifer remains ever mindful of his teeth. You can't help but whimper every time you feel them graze your hard nipples.
All this while Lucifer's hips are rutting against you in a blind frenzy. You aren't even sure Lucifer is aware he is doing it; that he is practically trying to fuck your thigh into submission. Or if he is so pent up and focused on your tits, that his hips are now acting with a mind of their own.
Lucifer releases your breast from his mouth with a wet -pop- as he squeezes his eyes shut and cries out obscenely. You can feel how hard he cums; completely soaking through the front of his pants and dampening your own.
Lucifer collapses into you; completely limp. For a moment, you thought he might have passed out. But then you hear him humming happily while he nuzzles deeper in-between your breasts.
You gently hold him closer, one of your hands carding through his soft hair as Lucifer takes a moment to recover. You swear you hear him mindlessly babbling praises into your chest. Praises of how much of a "good mommy" you are.
Lucifer drags himself up to look at you with hazy, lovedrunk eyes; breathing heavily and wearing that dorky grin you love so much. Some of your milk had escaped his frenzy, dripping down his chin and smearing along his jaw.
"Do you, uh... Need me to do your other breast too...?"
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AN: If nothing else; I hope this teaches you something about the trials of breastfeeding. Women need more education on what happens to their bodies before, during, and after childbirth.
Don't be that reddit guy who thinks girls make milk whenever they are horny.
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psychickiss · 1 year ago
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crepe with extra feelings
— saiki kusuo x reader (no 3rd person pronouns, 2nd pov)
— summary: After a disastrous Home Economics class, Saiki receives a sweet treat from you.
— notes: i feel like i have to say everytime that my fics arent beta read. i kind of just trust my gut on this (not this time though) also this is in season 1 episode 20 (chapter 98)
— things: i made the reader pretty casual with their feelings for saiki soo you could take this as romantic or platonic
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“Psst. Saiki. Don’t go yet.”
Saiki anticipated your calling out to him. He had heard your thoughts as the both of you watched your other classmates exit the room. Normally, he would’ve been one of the first to go, but he felt compelled to stay and hear out whatever it is you had to say.
Now, Saiki turns to you, eyebrow raised. He knows you made him an extra crepe. However, he’s seen the ones Nendou made, if you give him savory crepes too–
You hold out the crepe to him without a word. Whipped cream, banana slices, and chocolate syrup (both white and milk chocolate).
“My group and I didn’t have much, err, ingredients to work with for the filling. Plus, we had leftover batter. It does taste good though, if I must say.”
You glance to the side for a second and think, I’d eat the leftover batter but that just sounds like a thing one can only do at home. Also, you seem disappointed that the ones Nendou made had tuna in it. You quickly look back at him with a small smile.
Saiki’s eyes light up as he takes the crepe.
You remove your apron. “I’m not a good cook, or baker,” you declare. “But I do enjoy following recipes. I hope you like the crepe.”
Saiki takes a bite of the crepe and smiles. It’s decided. You’re no longer a nuisance. It’s not like you were much of a nuisance from the start, anyway. He says to you, “Thanks for the crepe.”, although his words were a bit muffled. You figure it was the crepe’s interference.
You reply happily as well, “You’re welcome. You could eat that on the way back to class, y’know?”
Saiki nods, and the two of you walk out of the room together.
“You aren’t going to take off your apron?”
“I’ll do it affer I finish the crepe. It’s good, by the way. Just the right amount of sweetness.”
You sigh in relief. “I’m so glad you like it! I made it myself, actually! I’m so relieved to hear you like it, really.”
Saiki nods at you, too busy eating to verbally respond.
You two enter the classroom, and are quickly approached by Nendou, Kaidou, and Aren. You don’t notice the way Saiki stops eating the crepe to grimace at his friends.
“Saiki! Where’d you get that crepe from?”
Saiki points to you as the source and you awkwardly smile at the guys. “Yep... My group had extra batter.”
“Why not make one for yourself?” Asks Aren. Saiki looks at you, he’s hoping your response wouldn’t be something that affirms whatever romance-related thought Aren is thinking.
“Eh... I don’t really like crepes... I don’t know if any of you liked crepes, too...”
Saiki hears Aren’s thoughts, as well as Kaidou’s thoughts. Good grief. Kaidou hasn’t picked up on what Kuboyasu’s thinking but those two gossip a lot... I need to stop this.
Kaidou purses his lips, the same romance-related thoughts brewing in his head. “How are you sure Saiki would want one?”
“He was dressed immediately when he heard we’d be making crepes. Plus, we’re friends.” You cross your arms. “There’s nothing wrong with that, right?”
Saiki subtly smiles. Nice one.
“Even if it wasn’t a platonic crepe,” Nendou grins, “you and my pal would make a nice couple!”
You laugh and roll your eyes. “Okay. Excuse us, now. We’d like to return to our seats.” You quietly think to yourself, I wouldn’t mind that, though.
Saiki silently finishes the crepe and throws the wrapper away in a nearby trash can before removing his apron. He walks toward his seat and watches as you go tuck your apron away.
You catch Saiki looking at you and smile. “So? How was the crepe?” You ask before sitting down.
“It was nice. Thank you, again.”
“You’re welcome. I’d be willing to make you a crepe again sometime, just say the word. Or...” You drag on that last word, and Saiki pretends he doesn’t hear the slight panic in your inner voice.
Do I go for it? Am I asking Saiki to go out? I don’t even like him like that! We’re not even that close to the point we can hang out one-on-one. Ugh, he’s waiting for me to finish my sentence. Just say it!
“Or... I could just take you out to some place that sells crepes? They’d probably make it far better than I do.”
Saiki hums. “I wouldn’t mind doing that with you. While it’s possible that crepes done by professionals would be better than by students like us, I’d appreciate it more if you were the one to prepare the crepe.”
Saiki’s words catch you off-guard for a second. “Oh–! Does... Does that mean you’ll go with me, though? A friend of mine showed me a place with all kinds of sweets, like crepes and coffee jelly–”
“I’m free today. We can go after school.”
“Oh? That’s great!”
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cosmiiwrites · 8 months ago
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OKOK SO FEM!READER X ADAM AND THE ONLY ONE BED TROPE THING LIKE ADAM AND READER GOT SENT ON A RECON MISSION AND THEY HAD TO STAY AT A HOTEL AND THE ONLY ROOM THEY HAD LEFT HAD ONLY ONE BED IN IT AND READER THOUGHT ADAM HATED HER BC LUTE WAS TOO BUSY TO GO ONTO THE MISSION WITH ADAM SO READER HAD TO GO INSTEAD BUT PLOT TWISTTT… ADAM ACTUALLY HAS A LITTLE CRUSH ON HERRR🙈🙈 BUT OBVIOUSLY COCKY ASS ADAM WONT ADMIT IT
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⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ summary: in which adam and reader share a bed... what could go wrong? cw: fem!reader, she/her pronouns used, cussing, cuddling a/n: I LOVED THIS IDEA SMM
"you've gotta be fuckin' kidding me." sera had requested you to accompany adam on a mission somewhere in heaven. you two were to inspect a hotel, and make sure it was suitable for heaven's residents to stay in. you were confused; why hadn't lute gone with him instead? you were sure he would've much preferred it. "adam, the only reason im sending you to this mission with [name] is because lute is unavailable at the moment. she will have to suffice." "ugh, fine, whatever." he looked over at you. "just, dont fuck up the mission, kay?" adam said. you shook your head profusely.
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the hotel was already fully booked, except for one room. and of course, you guys took it. once you both were led to your room, you two inspected it. one bathroom, a desk, a couch, and... one bed. you two quickly realized the bed situation, considering you both stared at it in utter silence, blushing.
"i'm taking the bed," adam was the first to break the growing tension. "wha- but-" you stuttered. adam's finger flew to your mouth, shushing you. "would you prefer it if we slept together?" he teased. your face turned an unusual shade of red. "i thought so." "whatever," you muttered. "i guess i'll take the couch." it was already getting late, and in the morning you and adam had to wake up early to report back to sera. you took a spare blanket you had requested from room service, and took it to the couch along with a pillow.
it was obviously uncomfortable, you kept tossing and turning and groaning.
adam caught onto this, and was quick to say something about it.
“fuckin’ hell, can you be quiet? im trying to sleep,” adam complained.
“well im sorry, you arent the one sleeping on a couch thats barely half my size!”
he stayed silent for a while, before lending out an offer.
adam rubbed his forehead in supposed annoyance.
“jesus- fuck, fine. you can sleep on the bed,” he groaned. “but if you touch me you’re sleeping on the couch again.”
“trust me, i wasnt planning to.” you huffed.
you took your stuff and lay on the opposite side of the bed.
it was hard to not touch adam, he was pretty much sprawled out!
this idiot, you thought.
a few minutes later, when you thought he was asleep, you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist.
adam pulled you towards him, your back pressed up against his chest. he laid his head atop your neck, making your face flush.
“a-adam??” you squeaked, unable to move. he had you trapped in his arms.
you were squirming under his touch, which annoyed him greatly.
“mm… stop moving, you’re making this difficult.”
you were confused. adam was the one who didnt want you touching him!
“oh my god,” you interally face-palmed.
you were cuddling with the asshole everyone called the first man.
and surprisingly, you found it enjoyable.
you slept distraction free and comfortable for the rest of the night.
you woke up still in his embrace: you were on top of adam, his two arms glued to your waist.
you wouldve woke him up sooner if the position you two were in wasnt so comfortable.
but eventually you had to head back to sera.
“dude, get the fuck up,”
“huh— WHAT THE FUCK?!” he yelped. “why are you on top of me??”
“stop the yelling, YOU came onto me. you started hugging my waist!”
adam’s face turned beet red when he remembered. but he would play it off.
“…oh yeah, that. it helped me sleep, okay? if you tell anyone about that i’ll fuckin’ kill you.”
you scrunched your eyebrows.
“jeez, no need to resort to violence. id never tell anyone i spent a night cuddling ADAM.”
you bruised his ego a bit, but he didnt care.
“yeah, well you cant tell me you didnt enjoy it.”
“…fuck you.”
“i knew it.”
adam looked pleased, but before you could respond, he pulled you onto his chest once again, this time placing his hand on your thigh. adam was so nonchalant about the whole cuddling thing. he was acting like it was a normal, everyday activity! not that you would mind if it was, though.
“im going back to sleep,” he yawned.
“but sera-“
“sera can wait.” he grumbled.
“you dumbass.”
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the-s1lly-corner · 4 months ago
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Pet names (fnaf sb edition)
Woo yeah baby!! First time writing fnaf characters that arent the dca- dont get used to this.. I'm.. probably not going to write the rest of the cast.. maybe.. idk
Characters: just the animatronics, no glam bonnie though :(
Notes: reader is GN, reader is implied to be a human worker, can be read as romantic or platonic or even crushing!, mostly what they call you and what you call them in return, no real scenarios, takes place prior to SB/au where the pizzaplex is.. fairly normal, use of they pronouns but not for hc i was just copy/pasting stuff LMAO
CWs: none
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FREDDY
What they call you: obviously superstar comes out like second nature because its what hes used to, but he does sometimes call you sweetheart, lovely
What you call them: you sometimes call him old man as a joke, i mean... its the dad vibes.. and you know what? he takes it in stride! obviously bear themed names are a given, and he loves all of them. cuddle bear, honey bear, bear, ect ect ect
MONTY
What they call you: babe/baby, runt (affectionately)... i cant explain it but he looks like someone who would use sugar every now and then
What you call them: Handsome, stud, big man, hunk, and if you slip it when hes in a good mood he will only snort if you call him a cutie patootie
ROXY
What they call you: babe, your name. nicknames arent really for her, but if you have anything you want to be called shes open to it!
What you call them: you sometimes call her captain every now and then though its far from the main thing you call her. roxstar is another lighthearted one and you tend to drop it after cheering her up! dorky and dumb name, cant help but get an eye roll from her.. usually though you call her babe or just her name
CHICA
What they call you: if youre masc shes gonna call you a hunk, especially if youre on the muscular side, loads of food based nicknames... cherry pie, honey pie, dumpling, honey bunny, and so on!
What you call them: sweetheart, queen, princess, lover girl, things like that are some of her favorites!
SUN
What they call you: Maybe I'm biased but Starlight Starshine by steam powered giraffe is so dca x reader coded, so naturally and obviously... Sun calls you Starshine! On the flip side he also calls you Sunshine!
What you call them: Love the idea that he's a lover of all things cheesy when it comes to romance, maybe it's the theatre loving side of him that peaks out... something something cliches... call him a sillier nickname and hes going to try to one up you
MOON
What they call you: Yoinking from Sun's part, he tends to call you Starlight! Sometimes though he calls you Brat, not in a sexual way, he does it to tease you or get at you when you're being a bit difficult-
What you call them: he likes something thats a little less... generic... and preferably something that doesnt hinge off of what you call sun. matching names are cute and all but he likes having something for himself sometimes.. you sometimes call him bed bug in a similar way people call someone love bug
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What they call you: comet, and keeping up with the star names i think starbright would be cute... reference to the "starlight starbright" thing!
What you call them: casanova, Lovely, Prince, Lover to name a few! similar to sun though, they're not all that picky so long as you put though behind it!
DJMM
What they call you: blasts the djmm uses sign hc- calls you lovey, as well as a shortened version of your name. loooove the idea of having a set of notes that just get associated with you that kind of just play out of him
What you call them: hunk, love bug, sweet thing, he looks like he would enjoy being called a cutie patootie every now and then
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cameronspecial · 5 months ago
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I need this brothers best friend https://www.instagram.com/reel/C6zJgc0PzA9/?igsh=MWV6aGtnYWp3c2x0eQ== and reader, Rafe, topper and Kelce are on the road he speeds up and comes by and makes sure she’s good, if she’s hungry or wants a sip of his water and when they stop for a break he comes over to her bike and zips up her jacket like he did in the video and gives the reader his jacket for her ass cause “her shorts are too tight” btw Rafe and reader arent dating it’s just a tension and fluff and you can add a kiss if you want
can I say that I admire your work and love how you respond to requests by like a day your my favorite account on here I wish I could give you multiple follows and sorry for the yapping 💗💗🫶🏼🫶🏼 (if you haven’t noticed I use 💗💗🫶🏼🫶🏼 on all of my requests)
Under The Moonlight, On A Motorcycle
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Thorton!Reader
Warnings: N/A
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 0.7K
A/N: Aww, thank you so much for the love! You are too sweet.
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Rafe thinks this is a terrible idea. She doesn’t even have a license. He doesn’t know why Topper allowed her to do it in the first place; Rafe told his best friend he shouldn’t. Topper doesn’t listen though because whatever the Kook Princess wanted, she got. So now, all Rafe can do is watch in judgment while the brother helps his sister get ready for her first solo ride on her own bike. She nods with a concentrated look on her face as her twin goes over the workings of the bike. Once she is ready, she places her purple custom-made helmet on her and swings her leg over the seat. Topper heads to his bike and gets on, jutting his chin in Rafe’s direction. 
He nods, “Alright, let’s go.” Four engines rev and the motorcycles are propelled forwards. Wind breezes past them as they navigate the streets under the glow of the moonlight. They don’t have a destination in mind. They never do. Their late-night drives are about the atmosphere. 
The leader of the group’s head swivels, spotting Kelce and Top easily beside him. His eyebrows furrow behind his helmet when he can’t see Y/N. He eases his fingers off the throttle and his speed begins to decelerate. The boys quickly overpass him, which reveals her location at the back of the group. Rafe passes his gaze over her figure and notices the way the sides of her leather jacket trail behind her because it is unzipped. His right hand lifts for a second to motion to the next exit and he hopes she understands what he means. 
The duo finds a dirt clearing on the side of the road and pulls into it. Their engines turn off almost in synch. She remains straddling her bike and observes while he gets off his and takes his headgear off. “Why did we pull over?” she questions. He doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he gets signs for her to hop off her bike. She follows his orders and kicks the stand down so she can lean against her belt. She doesn’t take her helmet off but does when she sees he is waiting for her to do so. “See, talking is so much easier when we can all hear each other,” he mumbles, standing in front of him. He reaches down for the bottoms of her jacket and brings them together by the zipper. “Now, we pulled over because your jacket wasn’t zipped. It’s cold and it could distract you while you ride.” Her head bobs at her words and she thanks him after he finishes. “Are you okay? You’re training behind us. Are you hungry? Thirsty?” he interrogates. She doesn’t need to think about her response, “I’m okay. I don’t need anything. I just need to get used to the feeling. I think.”
“If you’re sure, then okay. We can get back on the road. I’m sure Kelce and Top are waiting for us,” Rafe announces, stepping back to head back to his motorcycle when he processes her full outfit. “Damn it. This is exactly why I told your brother this was a bad idea. You can’t even wear the right clothes,” he mumbles to himself. He approaches her again, removing his protective jacket. “What are you doing?” she objects, feeling the material wrap around her waist. He gives it one final tug and stands back in satisfaction. The sleeve of his jacket carcass her waist and the back of it brushes against the back of her knees. He subtly bites his bottom lip at the sight. 
“Your shorts are too short. If you get into an accident, your legs aren’t protected,” he informs, resuming his path to his vehicle. Her hand darts out from her side and her fingers wrap around his wrist. He spins in her direction with concern in his eyes, “Is everything okay?” She gives him a warm smile, stepping forward to place a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you for your advice and concern. I know you don’t like this idea,” she whispers. Her helmet slides back onto her head and she gets onto her bike. He turns away to hide his smile, muttering a “You’re welcome” under his breath. 
Rafe sits on his motorcycle and the two of them get back onto the highway. It doesn’t take them long to find their other riding companions, who were clueless about the sweet moment shared between them and the feelings growing between them.
Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @thepatriarchykeychain @drewsmusee @starkowswife @maybankslover @forstarkey @loving-and-dreaming @magicalyoura @rubixgsworld
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kichikichiko · 5 months ago
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Can you please do a Nanook X trailblazer reader
Destruction and love
Not me taking a year to write this request 💀
Im so sorry Anon but back then I had NO IDEA how to write this out but now I got some idea hihihi
Synopsis : drabble of being with the Aeon of destruction, right under your fellow trailblazer's noses
Pairing: Nanook (aeon) x trailblazer gn! reader
CW: READER IS NOT THE MC TRAILBLAZER FROM THE GAME!, short af, I use use he/him pronouns for the aeon when THEY appear in their moetal form!, my first time writing for Nanook pls dont bash me yall, OOC Nanook obvi, not proofread
𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘
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Nanook and trailblazer reader! Are an interesting pair
You and the Aeon of destruction keep your relationship a secret
After all, you and your coworkers are out to destroy every stellaron the Aeon has planted
How you and Nanook see each other is through your dreams
Although it is not THEIR forte, all Aeons have the ability to traverse a mortal's mind if they so please
You may not be the Emanator of Destruction but you recieve far more attention from the Aeon than THEIR emanators
In your dreams the form THEY take is always switching between 2 options
1, THEIR normal Aeon form, where you are but a spec in comparison to THEM. You fit perfectly in the palm of THEIR hand. The fiery blaze that follows the Aeon does not burn you, but instead warms you up comfortably.
2, THEIR human form. Yes, Aeons have disgarded THEIR mortal bodies as they ascend to Aeonhood, however, in dreams it is possible to ignore the laws entirely. Nanook takes on the form of a tall man, his long braided white hair and piercing yellow eyes still remaining even in THEIR mortal form.
Nanook does this to be closer to you, to show you that you and THEM are equals.
Everytime Nanook appears in THEIR human form, you cannot help but feel closer, and feel as if you arent below THEM
You sleep and descended to the realm of dreams after a long day of trailblazing to a distant planet. After bidding farewell to reality, you open your eyes to the all too familiar landscape of the stars. THEY are here. You are meeting THEM again. Which form will THEY take on today?
You feel a the glowing warmth behind you as you looked at the vast sky of the universe. "Hello love" your eyes darted up to where you would usually meet his gaze, however THEIR eyes are nowhere in sight.
THEY have taken on THEIR mortal form to meet you today. "Down here, my love" he spoke warmly
Your eyes went down from the sky and finally meets his gaze. You smiled to yourself and walked up to him "So you've decided to see me in your mortal form."
He nodded, caressing your cheeks when you finally got close enough "I know how much you adore this form of mine"
You hummed in agreement "True, it makes me feel as if I am not below you, and that in some ways, we are the same." You chuckled a little "I dont mean to say that Im in the same level as an Aeon but.. you get what I mean"
A ghost of a smile was seen on his face as he kisses your forehead "I know what you mean. And you are not below me, my love. We are indeed equals in the present time, all the way to the end of time."
"When you finally get what you want.. and destroy the universe.. will you take me with you?"
"Of course. My love for you, is stronger than my hatred for this universe. I will follow you on your path of trailblazing, and you will follow my path of destruction until the death of this universe."
❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀
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miskamix · 6 months ago
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Soukoku with a very reluctant reader despite being with them throughout practically everything (15 arc to present) and being in a relationship (dating/married whatever) with them they still aren’t comfortable and exclude themselves on purpose, dodging their kisses, slipping out their arms in hugs, and avoiding them in general because they feel as if the two are quite literally meant for each other and they’re just a nuisance (it’s soukoku they are literally made for each other) so they don’t think much of it until the two of them confront them, y’know?
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𝓢𝓸𝓾𝓴𝓸𝓴𝓾 𝔁 𝓖𝓷! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻
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I've been really wanting to write this for a while now but i haven't had the motivation to do so 😓
I decided to make it so that like chuuya and dazai had started to talk about wanting kids with the reader and then reader also wanting them but becoming much more distant since they think they dont deserve to start a family if that makes sense??
I'm sorry if this wasn't like what you wanted this is just what i came up with :(
TW: Idk really know, Talk about pregnancy? Please do tell me if there is something that could need a TW
Also reader is AFAB but uses GN pronouns.
English isn't my first language!!!
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You love both your hubands, Chuuya and Dazai, very much, but you always felt like you were in the way of their love, like you were a bother to them or that you didn't deserve them. In your mind they were meant for each other, which they are, but you felt like you were just there, like you aren't meant to be with them.
For as long as you can remember, you've been the most distant one in the relationship, the one that gives the least kisses, hugs ect ect. Both Chuuya and Dazai just thought you weren't into physical touch so they didn't ask much about it, but they still gave, or at least tried to give you lots of kisses and love.
Most of the time when one of them tried to kiss you, you slip away to avoid the kiss. Only sometimes did you actually let them kiss you, and they cherish those moments with you since they're so rare.
You always try to convince them that you dont need to join them on dates and that they arent your thing, even when all you wanna do is go on cute dates with them. Even with your excuses, they still get you on dates most of the time, but even then you're still very distant.
You even sleep in a different room, and saying "I'm more used to sleeping alone" or "i sleep better when i'm alone" as an excuse when they ask. Still, your heart hurt when you thought about how they cuddled in bed in the room right next to you, you knew you could just walk in and join them, but you felt like you weren't worthy of that.
Over all, you felt really insecure in the marrige, you really had made yourself believe that they didn't love you at all.
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You've been very insecure about the relationship for years, even when you guys were just teens, it all started when they asked you to be they're partner when they were both 17, since then you've been like this. But now, for some reason, you've been worse then ever.
Ever since you overheard them talking about wanting children you've been trying to keep away from them compleatlly, for what reason? You honestly dont know. you don't know why you are like this, you want children with them, so why are you becoming more distant then ever?
You've spent nights crying because of this, one of the most reacent ones were, chuuya hugging you from behind and caressing your belly while you made some food for yourself. You don't even know what made you want to cry, the gesture just made you feel something inside. After that you had excused yourself and rushed into to the bathroom, turned on the shower and cried.
Because of your change in behaviour, and becoming more and more cold to the both of them, they fianlly started to think that maybe, just maybe there was something wrong with they're precious sweetheart.
One night when you had gone into your room they both could hear faint sobbing, and they had gotten worried. That night they stayed up until late talking about times where they had both been oblivious to your actions and how they should bring it up to you. They were both very guilty, even if they didn't know what was bothering you.
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You were sitting on your bed looking at the snow falling outside through your window while drawing something, everything felt so peacefull at that moment, like nothing else but you and your little space existed.
Everything felt fine until the thought of a child came back itn your mind. what would it be like to have a child with them? would that make you feel loved? would it make you feel like a part of they're relationship?
You thought about the time you overheard them talk about having a child through surrogacy. "Maybe we could try surrogacy? It didn't look like [Name] enjoyed it when we had sex, and i'm not sure they would wanna carry a baby" you had heard Dazai say to Chuuya.
Surrogacy wasn't a bad thing to you, but you were scared that they would ask you, since you knew you couldn't bring yourself to say no. It made you scared that another person was gonna carry your child. You were scared they would find them prettier, more beautiful then you and leave to be with them.
You felt tears form in your eyes at just the thought of something like that happening. Your tears fall onto the half done drawing thats in your lap, making small damp spots on it. You try to hold back your tears as best as you can but they just keep coming, its like all the emotions you've been bottoling up for the past few years are fianlly beinfg released.
As you sit on your bed sobbing, you fail to notice both Chuuya and Dazai standing outside your room listening, both of them looking worried. They both give each other a look and decide to walk in and see if you are alright and if they can figure out why you've been acting so distant.
A sudden small knock on the door of your room snaps you out of it and you quickly start to wipe your tears in a hurry, "W-what..?" You say, trying to not making it sound like you've been crying, since you dont want them to wotty about you. "Darling, we heard you crying.." Chuuya opens the door and gets closer to you. "Please tell us whats wrong.. we care about you.." He takes your hand and strokes it gently with his thumb.
This small act of love makes you burst back into tears as Dazai and Chuuya take you into they're arms and start to rub your back as your sobs become louder. At this moment you feel trully loved by them, you feel safe and protected in they're arms, as if there is nothing that can hurt you at this moment.
"[Name], darling whats wrong? did we do something to upset you? ..why have you been so distant?" Dazai ask you while moving some of your hair out of your face. You can see the worry in both they're faces, and you start to feel guilty for maiking them worried. "..its nothing.. i swear.." You try ti make up excuses and you try to slightly push them of you, but you feel so weak at the moment.
"we can obviously see that you aren't doing alright.. please.. we care about you and your health.. we dont want you yo suffer alone.." Chuuya wipes your tears and kisses your forehead gently.
After a while of just being in they're arms you fianlly feel brave enought to try and tell them, you tell them how you've felt like you are just a burden in the relationship, like you're in the way of they're love. "..I just feel like i dont deserve to be with you both.. its.. just that you two are double black.. you both are amazing and strong.. and i'm just nothing... i haven't done anything.. You both would be betrter of dating someone else" You say while sniffling and wiping more tears of your face.
They both look quite sad as they listen to you explain how you feel, they both feel really guilty for not noticing earlier. "Darling.. we both love you more then anything in the world, just because 'haven't done anything' doesn't mean we dont love you.." Dazai takes your hand and kisses it, "We married you because you're beautiful, smart, funny and much more.. we really do love you.." Chuuya cups your cheeks making you look at him.
You can feel yourself starting to slightly feel better, knowing that they both love you, but stil, the topic of surrogacy was stil heavy on your mind. "..but.. what about the surrogacy thing..? do you guys still wanna do it..?" You ask them quietly and they both look at each other.
"Well, we do want to have a child, and surrogacy is a good option.." Dazai answers and he can see your face immediately drop making them slightly worried. "is there a problem dear..?" He asks you, "..i know it sounds dumb, but i'm just scared you both will leave me for the surrogate mother if we do a surrogacy.. i'm scared you two will think shes better then me.." Your voice shakes a bit as you talk, and you can see them both kinda realize why you're so sad.
"Oh, so this is what you've been sad about? You've been thinking about us leaveing you for someone else..?" Chuuya says before he continues, "Dear, we would never make you agree to have a surrogacy if it makes you uncomofrtable.. the surrogacy idea was just a back up plan.. for you know.. if you could for some reason carry the baby or you didn't want to carry it.." He chuckles a bit, trying to make you a bit happier. "Did you ovear hear us talking about it? Because if thats the only thing you heard, i'll have you know that that wasn't our first idea" Dazai adds and you feel a bit dumb for feeling so upset over something so small.
"But really [Name], we want to start a familly with you, but we both think its best you get some therapy first. And i'm not saying this as an insult but, we both think you aren't in the right state of mind to make such a big decision, we want you to have healed and to be fully sure if you want to have a child.." Dazai tells you, and now that you think about it, maybe therapy is a good option for you. "..I will.." you whisper.
You hear a satisfied hum come from them both, "We will both be by your side the entire time.."
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OML i'm finally done with this, i hope you like it. Again the ending might be a bit ass since i didnt really know what to write 😢
Also, please tell me the gender of the reader, cuz if you dont i'm just gonna make them AFAB and GN Like i really dont want to acidentally write like AFAB reader when you actually wanted AMAB, so please tell me it in the request 💀
Also, if you wanna be tagged in my post just tell me, idk if anyone wants to 😢
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miowritings · 6 months ago
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Pjsk boys x gf who is older than them so she treats and calls them her baby? Fem reader plzz alsp hcs plz, tyy <3
Pampering♡
Tsukasa tenma, rui kamishiro, toya aoyagi, akito shinonome x F! Reader(separate)
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✮A/N: yayayayayy fantasista gang!! Was gonna post this on tsukasa's birthday but forgot.. so sorry if it looks rushed!! :'(( idk if you wanted me to include len and kaito aswell but you only said pjsk boys and kaito and len arent from pjsk so i decided not to add them..
✮Synopsis: general hc's for the squad🔥🔥
✮Contains: no warnings! May have a few grammatical errors but thats it, fem reader!(Though pronouns arent mentioned)
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✮Tsukasa tenma!
-When tsukasa started dating you, he would think that he would be the clingy one, that was a mistake..
-whenever both of you were around, he would often get teased by his friends, but nevertheless, it was funny, as he was a grade lower than yours..
-both of you would get nicknames such as father and mother, cause of how mature you look and how you care for others as if theyre your children, and tsukasa? He cares for his peers as if they were his siblings! A good match if you say so;)
-speaking of nicknames, he loves making you nicknames and so do you! He'd call you my love, darling or honey, you? You love calling him sweetheart, darling too, and babe
-whenever he's practicing his lines for a show, you'd sometimes sneak up on him and hug him from behind, at first he'd be surprised, but eventually getting used to it
-despite you being the oldest in the relationship, he's more reliable than you.. he loves helping you with your studies.. even though you're the oldest, and you love giving him your old notes, occasionally, both of you spend more time at the library
-when cuddling, his favorite position would be him resting on your chest, your taller, so he likes to be the little spoon sometimes.., he'd nuzzle into your chest and would fall asleep then and there
-tsukasa would pout when you kiss anywhere his face except for his lips, its funny how he gets red, expecting you to kiss his lips but i. Reality? You would kiss him everywhere but his lips
-"hey.. are you doing this on purpose..?! I didnt do anything wrong did i..?"
-when visiting his place, saki would be the first one to greet you, hugging you while squealing, oh how she loved to have an older sister!!
-nevertheless, tsukasa likes the way you cling onto him, he feels warm.. back then.. he didnt receive that much attention from his parents as his parents were busy taking of his little sister, so, seeing you shower him with love and affection, makes him feel lucky and proud to have you.
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✮Rui kamishiro!
-Rui doesn't mind being pampered by you, heck he loves it!! Sometimes he'll do the pampering but it's mostly just you :3
-Rui may be sly and cunning, but he blushes ALOT when you call him any nicknames such as "baby" or "honey" he'll give you an awkward chuckle accompanied by the blush on his cheeks<3
-Rui doesn't really care about you being older than him, that gives him an excuse to act immature just to tease you!
-His classmates often envy him of having a girlfriend that's older than him, some boys would come up to him and ask "howd you manage to get her?" Or something like that..! Though all he replies are shrugs..
-WILL BRING YOU WHENEVER HE GOES TO THE CINEMA, like, rui's probably 17-18 considering he's a 3rd year, you're probably 18-19?? He'll bring you to the cinema to watch horror movies that are too graphic for the younger audiences
-would sometimes ask you for the lessons you learned during your school year, so that he could learn in advance!
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✮Toya aoyagi!
-will definitely look up to you!!
-gives you the biggest amount of respect since youre older than him
-would often ask you for advice since youre older than him, he feels as if he had some kind of strong bond with you, sometimes it would be simple ones, and sometimes its really confusing to the point you search it up
-will blush awkwardly when you call him "baby" or any other lovely nicknames
-WOULD BE EASILY SOFTENED WHEN YOU CUDDLE WITH HIM!! his fave cuddling position would be where his head would rest on his lap, he likes it when you play with his hair TRUST!! He'll easily calm down when you tell him some assuring words while playing his hair<33
-really, REALLY likes it when you pamper him with care and love, do you notice his parents? Sure they're not that good but.. they're somewhat distant? So.. having you close by him is pretty new.. at first he would be easily flustered but eventually, he'd get used to it
-Toya here is very reliable, sometimes the other way around, both of you take turns when helping each other, he's pretty mature so when you act "childish" he'll simply tell you so!
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✮Akito shinonome!
-when akito first met you, he would put on his "nice guy persona" time gradually passes by and he put the mask away
-isnt that used to receiving affection.. when you call him baby or pamper him even just a bit, he gets red and would often murmur out something or look away
-has deep respect for you, since your older than him, its obvious he'd treat you much nicer and respectful
-does tease you here and there.. would sometimes tell you your shoes are untied only to find that they werent..
-accepts any forms of gifts you give him... Even if theyre a bit.. cringey.. still he finds it cute
-SUCKS AT STUDYING, will always ask you to teach him, if not, lets you answer his homework
-"hey.. uh y/n? Could you help me out here?" He asks, showing you a math problem he finds difficult
-your older than him so its just like the others, would ask you for advice whenever he's lost
-secretly loves it when you pamper him with affection, sure he may be gruffy or rude to others, but deep down he's very clingy and would get protective of you when something isnt right..
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Taglists..
Rui kamishiro: @nogenderbee
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ohdeerfully · 6 months ago
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Can I request Alastor baking or cooking for reader? Maybe making one of his old mother recipes for reader while he wears a silly apron or something? I'm loving all of your one shots!
☀️ anon
short but sweet!! i made it a human al story, hope thats cool! i really enjoyed writing this one but now i want cookies (,:
btw tumblr is really lacking with human alastor gifs so sorry guys
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Sweet Treat
Human!Alastor x Reader (fluff)
TW: reader is implied female but pronouns arent used/doesnt effect story much. other than that none!
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Alastor was always aware of your wants and desires as if the glasses he wore helped him read directly into your mind. You were tired? Okay, the bedsheets were freshly dry and warm. You were hungry? He already had a pot of aromatic food cooking in your kitchen. Thirsty? Here’s some ice water. Headache? Oh, here’s a remedy that he learned from a traditional healer in the city. 
You get the idea.
You had come home from a long day of work at the speakeasy you performed in, a hankering for something sweet filling your mind as your mouth watered at the idea of sugary goodness. You fiddled with your keys for a little, eyes slightly bleared from both a mixing of light alcohol consumption and just general sleepiness. No, those are your work keys… no, that’s to your office… Finally, you grasped your manicured fingers over the correct silver key and jittered it into the hole.
You slumped your body against the door dramatically as you pushed it open, a loud sigh escaping your lips to announce you were home. You knew Alastor was already home, seeing as his shoes were tucked neatly in the nearby rack and jacket hung up against the wall. Usually Alastor would join you when you were at work late, both to watch you perform and to walk you home, but he had been caught up with his own work and likely got home not long before you. A light smile dusted your face as you recalled how desperately sorry he sounded when he phoned you a few hours ago—it was sweet. 
Your own heels were unceremoniously kicked off in the general direction of the shoe rack—you’d fix them up later. Right now, you were mostly focused on the sound of a spoon scraping against a bowl as Alastor was doubtlessly stirring something. Your interest was piqued, and your stomach growled at the idea of food.
“Ah, you’re home a bit early,” He said as you rounded the corner, your gaze immediately fixating on the mixing bowl propped against the junction of his elbow as he stirred with his other hand. There was a plume of flour resting against the left rim of his glasses. “A bit too early for my surprise.” 
Your eyes then traveled down to the apron he wore, a black one that had a silhouette of a deer and text that read “best buckin’ cook.” You had gotten it for him as a joke for your anniversary due to his fondness for hunting and deer.
“Yeah, Ms. Ruby let me off early if I performed a couple songs in a row,” There was an eye roll as you said this. You pursed your lips as you approached him, gingerly taking his glasses off to clean the mess from the glass. His eyes held a slight squint as he looked at you, slightly unfocused without his aides. “I’m guessin’ you knew I’d want something sweet, then?”
A smirk crossed his lips as if you asked the most obvious question in the world. Which, considering how he always knew what you wanted, it kind of was the most obvious question in the world.
“What kind of suitor would I be if I didn’t know what my darling desires?” He leaned a little closer as he spoke, halting the stirring motion. His voice had dropped to a teasing husk, and your ears tingled at the hint of that Cajun accent you loved so much. It didn’t help that you were just a tad loopy with alcohol.
“And I love you for that,” You said, trying to ignore the heat in your face. You pressed the glasses back against his face, using your finger to push them up the bridge of his nose whilst simultaneously gently moving his face away from your own. “As soon as I wanted a treat I knew I’d come home to one.”
“It also helps that you always want one when you work late, love,” He mused, turning away and walking back to the counter that had a splay of ingredients. There was also a mess of flour—likely from the same incident that dirtied his glasses—but you bit back a comment. You knew he’d clean it up after.
With a hop you had sat yourself on a tall chair next to the kitchen counter, elbows resting on the cold granite top as you watched him work on mixing in the rest of the ingredients. He seemed a little nervous now that you were watching him, his stirring a bit stiff and measuring a little overanalyzed, but he kept working nonetheless.
The oven chimed when the preheating was done, and at that point Alastor was already in the process of portioning out little balls of dough. A proud smile donned his face.
“I think this is the fastest I’ve gotten to this point,” He claimed, not looking up from the task in front of him. You loved the way his brown hair fell in neat, light curls over his eyes. His glasses had begun to slip slightly down his nose, but he quickly pushed them back with a knuckle. “I nearly beat the timer.”
With an absent nod and quiet ‘congrats’ you eyed the nearly empty bowl and the discarded rubber spatula that sat nearby with velvety, doughy sweetness still clinging on the edges. You slowly raised your hand and inched towards it.
A hand snatched it up at the last second, and you slumped backwards in the chair with a defeated whine. Alastor waved it at you with a teasing grin. 
“So greedy,” He chided, although he did so unseriously. “I can’t believe you would spoil the taste before I even finished baking them… after I worked so hard…” There was a fake pout in his voice as his lips turned down, one hand on a hip and leaned against the counter behind him. You rolled your eyes in response and folded your arms.
“You know it never even tastes the same when it bakes,” You pursed your lips as you looked away from him towards the oven. You could see the faint silhouette of the cookies he had put in just a minute ago, now slowly flattening. “C’mon… Just a sample… please?” You drew out your plea, pressing your face between your hands as you tried your best to look at him with wide cutesy eyes.
It didn’t seem to work on him in the slightest, as he only looked down on you with a raised eyebrow. There was, though, a soft change in his brown eyes as his gaze swept over your face, though you were sure it had nothing to do with your current charming tactics. He was just, in all ways you can imagine, insanely devoted to you—he would tell you, very rarely as he had trouble expressing tender words, how he found you to be the most beautiful being he had ever been lucky enough to see. 
As corny as it felt if you thought about it too hard, you actually believed him when he said he would kill for you. It was something many men would exaggerate when courting, and they never truly meant it, but there was a glimmer of crazed obsession in his eyes when he had told you it one time. A look you had no choice but to take seriously—you tried not to think about it too much.
He sighed dramatically as he threw out his hand to bestow upon you… the spatula. You took it with a pleased grin and put a corner in your mouth to taste the dough. You could almost see the sparkles dancing around you as the light sweetness touched your tongue. You could see Alastor’s proud grin out of the corner of your eye but you chose not to meet his gaze and inflate his ego even more.
The two of you chatted idly about your respective days for ten or so minutes as you waited for the cookies to bake. You always had something to complain about considering the nature of your job—it was always either some drunk bonehead interrupting your show, or some drama between the other performers, or some hatred towards your employers… always something, and he always listened, equally attentive every time no matter how repetitive it was. He, on the other hand, never had much to say about his work. He was just a radio host, after all.
The little white timer finally went off, and Alastor cracked open the oven door to peek. He seemed satisfied enough with the result as he quickly removed them, gripping the pan with a small towel and carefully setting it down against the stove-top. The room was immediately filled with the warm, sweet aroma of fresh baked cookies. 
Just a few more minutes of waiting, but you could barely contain yourself when the cookies had finally cooled a bit and firmed up outside of the oven. When Alastor presented one to you it took all your self control not to just straight up bite it out of his hand. 
The cookie had a crisp, golden outside that gave way with a light crunch when you bit into it. The inside was soft and fluffy with a taste of vanilla and chocolate. You sighed loudly in glee at the experience, resting your head against your hand as you chewed.
“You really are the best ‘buckin’’ cook, Al,” You complimented, watching him as he cleaned up his mess from the process. “This recipe is new, right?”
“Ah, not really,” He admitted. You wanted to play offended at the fact he had never made these for you before, but the aura around him seemed to suddenly get a bit too serious for that. There was a vacant look in his eye, but his lips held a tender smile. You took another bite of your cookie as you waited for him to continue.
“It was one of my momma’s recipes, I actually found it today in the box of her stuff I keep,” He was washing out the dishes as he spoke. You could tell by the light glaze in his eye that he was reliving a fond but bitter memory. “She was the best baker I know.”
“If these cookies tell me anything, I would have to agree,” You were licking a glob of melted chocolate off your thumb as you spoke. “I wish I could’ve met her.”
Alastor nodded with a hum, agreeing with your statement. He told you many times before how much she would’ve loved you. You knew he didn’t like sweets, but you tried to prompt him to try one with you in an attempt to lighten the mood. He refused, as expected.
You stood from your seat and began to help him clean, much to his chagrin as he tried to push you towards your room to get ready for bed, but you forced yourself back towards the kitchen and stubbornly began rubbing the dough out of the mixing bowl. He sighed and yielded.
The two of you fell into a comfortable silence that was only broken here and there by utensils clinging and water splashing. You rested your head against his shoulder as you absently ran a dry towel over the now clean rubber ladle, and he pressed a featherlight kiss against the top of your head in response.
Maybe he could teach you the recipe later.
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hisaame · 1 year ago
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OK kinda a specific request but like- could you do a Scara x fem!reader or gn!reader where he’s like overworking himself due to his studies(probably bc of his mommy issues sjsjks) and reader is like comforting and convincing him to go to sleep w her/them since it was late? Modern au ofc. And basically Scaramouche is being all stingy about it like “no I’m fine” and stuff but eventually goes to bed because of readers sweet words haha
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Of m y god this ones adorablw i love soft scara THANK UU!!
╰⪼ “fine, for you." ♡
╰ — scaramoucheˊˊ」
╎『modern au!ˎˎ
[fluff] — 『warnings: workaholic scara, soft scara again (i swear these arent real warnings), cursing, scara mommy issues, readers pronouns arent used, but feminine body type』
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It has already been a long week for you and Scaramouche, school was a pain in the ass, as well was studying. You would usually be studying at the schools library with friends, or mainly with your boyfriend, Scaramouche. But even with you being done with everything, he continued studying, alone.
It was late at night, around one in the morning, you had just finished some chores since you didn't have much to do, and you weren't tired then. But now you were, all the chores you did worn you out. You thought your lover jad already gone to sleep or is possibly waiting for you, but once you entered your twos' bedroom with a tired yawn, you saw Scaramouche still at the desk, focused.
'he's still studying?..' you thought to yourself, slowly walking over to your lover who seemed too focused to even notice your there. But with a gentle pat on his shoulder, he flinched slightly, then turned to look at you with tired eyes. "[yn]? Why aren't you in bed?" he asked, rubbing his eyes as his other hand still held a pen between his slender fingers.
"Shouldn't i be asking you the same thing?" you replied with a raised eyebrow, looking at Scaramouches own eyes that seemed to already have eyebags under them, his eyelids drooping as he forced himself to stay awake. "shit," he mumbled "you go, ill join you later. I have to finish this shit." with a groan, he turned back to studying, his eyes trying to soak in every word he reads from the book, and writing the more important things down.
You sighed, a bit frustrated now. "Scaramouche, please, finish it tomorrow, you look like you're barely awake." you pat his head, running your fingers through his dark indigo locks. You just loved him too much to let him overwork himself like this, he needs to be getting enough sleep. "Cant you fucking see i cant? This is important, alright? Do you think i wanna fucking do this either?" he groaned, frustrated with how long he's studied, and barely able to focus with his sleepiness. But seeing how he was a bit too mean to you, he mumbled "... Shit, im sorry. Love, please just go to bed, im fine."
he rubbed his eyes yet again as you replied "not without you. If im going to sleep right now, ill make sure you're right beside me.", you crossed your arms below your chest, glaring at your boyfriend. Why must you be so persistent? He cant even get his studies done with you like this. "I told you im fine, plus ill be in bed soon anyway." he put his hand on your hip, still reading over the words he's trying to memorize. His hand caressed your hip, then went around your thighs to pull you close. "There will be no later, come on." you groaned, too worried about your overworked lover.
"mmh, so soft..." the male mumbled, pressing his head against your stomach, to where he could reach since he was sitting down and you were standing up. He used your stomach as a head rest while reading. His hand still caressed your plush thighs. "Yeah? U can hug me all you want when we're in bed." you smirked, seeing how this was actually working. He narrowed his eyes, very tempted. After all, he could just finish this tomorrow, right? No big deal? Tomorrow he promises himself to study with you.
"fucking fine... Lets go. You better keep your word." he finally gave up, standing up lazily as the both of you walked to bed. He quite literally threw himself on the bed while you followed by doing it the.. safer way. He groaned as soon as he stretched his back, cramped from being in the same position. Now he gets his reward. You.
He lazily wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your neck, all while you held him in your arms. You did scold him a little for overworking himself, to which he only giggled and said "oops".
And he fell asleep almost immediately...
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darlingmaakun · 23 days ago
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HIIII a little inspired by 🍓anon....can i request himeru going out for some drinks with his s/o (not necessarily alcohol) (at least in s/o's case) and when himeru gets drunk he suddenly becomes more affectionate and shows more pda, making his s/o super flustered >_< FEEL FREE TO IGNORE IF U DONT FEEL COMFORTABLE WRITING THIS BTW
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gorgeous
pairing — himeru x gn ! reader
synopsis — due to rinnes amazing manipulation tactics, himeru gets really drunk and you’re on watch duty.
warnings — established relationship, fluff fluff fluff, himeru refers to himself using “i” 1 time, drinking obv, readers pronouns arent mentioned but he does call them gorgeous, crazy:b cameo
authors note — im SOOOO sorry this took so long for me to write!! im in vacation rn and ive been movint all around so ive only been able to write at night, but its finally done!!
word count — 1.1k
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It was Rinne’s idea to celebrate with going out.
“It’s a big event! You don’t just drop an album everyday of the week, do you Merumeru??” he claimed.
Even though everyone was aware that he just wanted an excuse to get piss drunk and fuck with all his friends.
Which is exactly how you and himeru ended up in this situation.
Rinne, as per usual, was drunk and embarrassing the entire group. After he had coaxed almost everybody (you and (obviously) Kohaku being the exceptions), into having some sort of drink, you were stuck babysitting.
Niki was slouched over poor Kohaku crying about how Rinne is a ‘blood sucking leech’ (Niki’s words, not his) and Rinne was talking to his fourth girl of the night and this time he was determined to get in this ones pants.
You let out a pathetic sigh at the situation and look over at your boyfriend Himeru, who has been silent with a very noticeable blush on his face since Rinne practically manipulated him into drinking. He seemed like he was lost in thought, staring off into space. You put your hand on his shoulder, bringing him back to reality.
“Hey, are you alright? You zoned out there..”
Himeru looks over at your comment and looks right into your eyes, his cheeks flare even more red than before. His pupils slightly dilate, but you don’t catch that in the moment. But what you do notice, is the crooked grin that appears on his face when you two lock eyes.
“Hi—hic- baby.” he stutters out while putting his head on your shoulder. He wraps his arms around your torso. His left hand ends up on the side of your upper thigh and the right on your lower back. Your neck flushes red up to your cheeks and you turn your head so that he doesn’t notice.
But he does notice. Yeah he notices, alright. And he all but engraved that image of that image of your flustered state into your mind.
Your eyes that just so happened to away from his golden ones as soon as they both meet, your hands that “accidentally” start fidgeting together, your leg that coincidentally started bouncing up and down as soon as his fingertips graze it.
yeah, what a coincidence.
Whilst Himeru is having his borderline epiphany, you finally build up the courage to look back at your blue haired boyfriend. You take in his current state. His golden eyes that usually hold a look of sternness, have resorted to, in simpler terms, puppy dog eyes. His lips were slightly parted and his eyebrows raised, he looked almost surprised.
“H-hi Himeru..” You nervously smile at him and slightly press your hand to his shoulder. He takes the hint and sits back up in the booth you both were sat in. All without breaking eye contact. He stares into your eyes and doesn’t say a word before smashing his lips onto yours. You squint as the throbbing from your teeth being smashed together flows throughout your entire body. Even so, sudden expression of love takes you by surprise, but you melt into it as your hands find their way to the sides of his heads. His hands dance from his side to your thighs as they eventually find their place back to their waist, where they always end up.
As you both pull away and catch your breath, you pull him back into a kiss. This time, he’s the one shocked, as you’re not one to do such an act of affection in public, but his lips eventually start to move in a rhythm that matches yours. What really takes him by surprise though, is when you fall over on your back into the booth and pull him on top of you. The kiss separates and erupts into a fit of giggles from both parties.
You sit up from your position and lean against the wall of the booth. Himeru gets up too and sits normally while looking at you. You both take a minute to breathe and take in the current situation. Both of your faces are burning red, but you’re pretty sure his is mostly from the alcohol ingested in his system. His hair is slightly messy from your hands and his shirt is wrinkled from the previous various positions. His lips are red and slightly swollen from all the kissing. You look down at yourself and attempt to evaluate your own state, which is basically the same as his.
“you’re so gorgeous.”
It was quiet. Nearly a whisper, and if you weren’t paying very close attention, you wouldn’t have caught it. But you did, and it made you snap your head to look at him so fast, you thought you pulled a muscle in your neck. The words made your knees go weak, so much so that you’re certainly sure that if you were standing you would fall over. Your cheeks flush red and by instinct you take your hands to cover it. This caused quite a stir out of Himeru and he quickly reached his hand to grab yours before he even knew what he was doing.
“please don’t cover your face.” He pleads. It takes you by surprise seeing him ask such a thing since he usually has his guard up at all times, and overall just wouldn’t usually say something like this. You bring your hands down slowly and look him in the eyes. He giggles at your slightly surprised expression and puts his face really close to yours. At first you thought he was leaning in to kiss you, but Himeru had other ideas.
“I love you.”
Though the room was crowded, it felt as if you two were the only ones there. The words he whispered right against your lips were only for you to know that night. Your lips crack into a smile as you run your hands through his hair for the nth time that night and pull him into a kiss. It wasn’t like the other ones though, quick and eager, no, this one was slow. Though silent, this kiss spoke a million words between you two, the way it usually was.
Somewhere in the restaurant, Niki’s currently doing some dumb shit with Rinne on one side of his encouraging whatever he’s doing, with Kohaku on the other side trying to stop him (and stop Rinne in the meantime). Kohaku goes to make an attempt to ask Himeru to help him, but it quickly disappointed when he sees his out of character-like state and your flushed face. He sighs and switches his attention back to the two drunken idiots he’s stuck babysitting.
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ryanwritesfanfiction · 4 months ago
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hiiii could I request something for Adam Stanheightttt ? Like an enemies to lovers type thingggg
Is this it?
Adam Stanheight x reader  
a/n im so sorry if this is too long or if its too rushed. im still new to writing im gonna get the hang of it i swear also i might do a part 2 im not sure yet if this warrants one :P |no use of pronouns or y/n
ps i kinda like giving these fics titles of song but they arent super related to the actual fic ;-; anyways feedback is much appreciated <3
wc: 1485
The first time I met Adam, I was moving into my new (to you at least, but actually very old) apartment after I decided I had enough of my parents. I was moving the remaining boxes into my apartment and I heard a shutter from a camera. In front of my door was a group of about 4 people wearing matching shirts that said  “Wrath of the Gods” and in front of them was a guy with a camera.
“Oh, excuse me,” I said holding the heavy boxes of my remaining belongings. They all turned at me and didn't say anything until a man with greasy brown hair in front of the camera spoke up “Hey” he said walking towards me and I decided to put the boxes down in front of the door they were currently blocking. 
“I’m Scott Tibbs lead singer of this band Wrath of the Gods, we’re just taking pictures for our new album, you should come to our show, we can always use more groupies” You stare at him for a while before the photographer spoke up 
“Hi, I’m Adam, you must be my new neighbor I live right across the hall right there” and he pointed to the door nearest to your apartment. “Hi,” you said and you introduced yourself as well before pausing “Do you think you could take pictures somewhere else so I can finish moving in?” you asked as you reached down to pick up the boxes.
 “Oh, right, yeah, sure,” Adam said awkwardly. He approached the band members and they all walked downstairs most likely to find a different place to finish their makeshift photoshoot. Adam followed behind them but before he turned to you and smiled. You smiled halfheartedly in return and finished settling into your new home. At that point, you had no idea that you would grow to hate your new neighbor. 
It was a buildup of more and more inconveniences like that which caused you to build a slow but strong resentment towards Adam. Things like leaving trash in the middle of the hall, coming home at 3 in the morning and making a bunch of noise, and the smell of cigarettes or weed always lingered in the hall because of him even though you lived in a smoke-free apartment.    
After a few times confronting him about his constant disturbances, he started to seem annoyed. You weren't sure at which point the hate between the two of you started but after living there a few months, anytime you saw Adam or he saw you both your eyes filled with an intense irritation and after a while, it became simply an immense anger. You were unaware that Adam’s hatred for you was not fueled by mere annoyance, but instead by a wall he built around his fear of not being able to have you.
 He was so sure that in your head he was nothing but an inconvenience that he had to convince himself that he didn't care, that he didn't want you to begin with. He pushed away any thought he had about you. It had started becoming increasingly difficult, he noticed, to pretend to hate you back. With every snarky comment that was exchanged between the two of you, he found himself focusing on everything except whatever you were mad about. He thought about the way your nose moved when you huffed angrily at him or the way you moved your hands when you were dumbing down why whatever stupid thing he did was a nuisance for you. 
The more the feud went on the more you found yourself hating things that you would never hate in anyone else and you didn’t know why. You hated the way hair fell on his face, you hated the way his whiny voice insisted that you were always blowing everything out of proportion but there was a part deep down that knew that even though you hated Adam, getting to see him an argue him was the best part of your day. 
There is such a small difference between anger and adoration because they are both just different forms of passion. Maybe you hated each other, it could be that you and Adam were just angry people or maybe you were both passionate people, that the world had bullied into just being angry. It’s possible that in a different life, in a different world, you and Adam could have been loving people. 
You weren't sure when you started hating Adam, and you were even less sure when the subconscious parts of your mind decided that you started loving him. 
You stopped one night outside your apartment building for a smoke when a small cat approached you, you put the cigarette out and reached down to pet it. The cat started meowing and you sat down on the ground next to it.  A shadow came towards you and you immediately recognized the voice, but it wasn’t talking to you, it was talking to the cat. “You should be quieter,” he said as he approached the feline, “this one seems to hate just about any noise or maybe just noise that I make ” he sat next to the cat so that it was between the two of you.
Perhaps it was because you were tired, or maybe that part of you that started to care for Adam had started to overpower the pettier part that “hated him”, but what you were sure of was that you were far too tired to engage in trivial disputes and you were also painfully aware that you were far too excited to see Adam. 
Your lack of reply didn’t go unnoticed by Adam and he paused for a minute confused by your lack of response, and maybe even a little hurt by it, as if your unwillingness to participate served as a rejection. “Hey,” he said softly as he gently placed his hand on your shoulder almost as if he was trying to wake you up. The physical contact caused you to look at him, there was a brief moment where you just looked at him, and neither of you noticed that the stray cat had already run off nor had you noticed that the space between the two of you was fairly small. The entire time you had known Adam you had never been this close physically, you took a few moments more to admire the way his features looked in the dim street lighting. 
“Hey,” you finally replied and you started to stand up off the ground while Adam did the same. “So um, you seem kinda out of it,” he said as you both made your way into the apartment building. You start to realize that what Adam is expressing is a genuine concern, and you begin to think that maybe Adam doesn't really hate you and you don't hate him. “Yeah I’m fine, just tired,” you reply. “That might be my fault,” he said in a sheepish, apologetic tone “I’ve been working night more and I might be a little loud when I come back home but it’s not on purpose honestly” he starts to ramble in a nervous way that you had never seen in him before. “It’s ok,” you say to him. “Are we?”  he says almost in a whisper as looks at you hesitantly for a little after asking. 
You look at him confused for a little before he clarifies “Are we ok? Like are we cool?” You smile at him before saying “I didn't know there was a ‘we’”. He smiles back at you, refreshed that your banter seems to be back, although now with much less animosity. “What if that’s what I wanted?” he said simply but with the veil of friendly banter that he leaned into out of fear of rejection. 
You were a little taken aback by his sudden boldness and so you couldn’t come up with a witty reply or any reply for that matter. “You don’t have to say yes” his voice interrupted the thought running through your mind, “But my friend Scott is in a band, they're having a concert next Friday and maybe” his voice trails off as if too scared to fully ask. “I would love to,” you said suddenly and Adam looked up at you surprised, but excited “Great! So, uh, it’s a date?” he asked. You smile and nod as you walk to the door of your apartment. “Yeah, a date, good night Adam,” you said before disappearing behind the door of your apartment. “Goodnight,” he said in an unusually upbeat tone. Adam took a second before going into his own apartment and silently praised himself for finally winning you over. Neither of you was sure when or why you started hating each other, but what you were both sure of was that you couldn’t wait until the next time you could see each other.
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lunarisverysilly · 8 months ago
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Acht/Dedf1sh X GN!Reader Fluff Alphabet
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Pretty green octopus... Also i used they/them pronouns because the octopus IS nonbinary :3
A - Affection(How Do They Show Affection/Love Language?)
They show their love through quality time and words of affirmations. They love being near you. You both could be doing completely different things in the same room and they would be content. They also love complimenting you and telling you how much you mean to them. They prefer to be shown affection through words of affirmations and acts of service. They love hearing you praise them. They also like when you do things for them, making breakfast, doing their laundry, running a bath for them after a long day. little things like that just make them melt.
B - Beautiful(What Do They Find The Most Beautiful About Their S/O?)
They would admire your intelligence and your strength if your physically strong.
C - Comfort(How Do They Comfort Their S/O?)
Their not that good at comforting with words but they can listen and give advice.
D - Domestic(Do They Like Housework And Being At Home?)
Their fine doing housework. its not something they particularly like or dislike.
E - End(How They End Things With Their S/O?)
They would be quick to end things if they realized it wasnt working out or someone was losing feelings. They would be pretty upset to end things but ultimately know its for the best.
F - Family(Do They Wanna Start A Family With Their S/O?)
They arent big on kids. If you wanted to raise a child with them then they wouldnt mind(and they would also be a pretty good parent) but they would prefer a pet or something easier to take care of.
G - Goofy(How Serious Are They In A Relationship?)
Their pretty chill and laidback with their partner and just in general. They can be serious at times but thats rare.
H - Healthy(How Healthy Is A Relationship With Them?)
Very healthy. Its rare you even have arguments with them. and when you do its small and resolved quickly.
I - Insecurites(What Are They Insecure About In A Relationship?)
I dont think they would have any big insecurites. Like i said, the relationship is really healthy.
J - Jealousy(Do They Get Jealous Easily?)
Not really. They wont get jealous of friends unless its clear that the friend likes you. They also might get upset if someone flirts with you but they know you would never reciprocate.
K - Kisses(Their First Kiss, How They Kiss, How Much They Kiss Their S/O, Anything Kiss Related.)
They love kisses. They adore kissing you everywhere but their favorite place is your forehead. Your first kiss was right after you both confirmed you were dating. They simply couldnt wait any longer to kiss you. Their kisses are soft but passionate. They dont ever wanna stop kissing you!
L - Love(Who Says I Love You First?)
Them. Acht is a very blunt person. If their falling in love with you, they will be quick to say it.
M - Melt(What Does Their S/O Do That Makes Them Melt?)
Being told you love them. They loveee being told how much you love them.
N - Nicknames(Their Nicknames For Their S/O?)
Usually just says your name. They only use pet names when they feel affectionate.
O - Obstacles(How To They React To Obstacles In Your Relationship?)
Their good at handling problems. They will try their best to work through it with you.
P - PDA(Are They Public About Your Love?)
They make it clear your dating, but dont like showing that much affection in public.
Q - Quality Time(How Much Time Do They Spend With Their S/O?)
Like i said, quality time is their main love language. They adore you and want to spend all their freetime with you.
R - Ring(Do They Want To Put A Ring On It?)
After a couple years, maybe. Its not really something they think about until you both talk about it. They wont hesitate to propose if they know you wanna get married.
S - Soft(How Soft And Sweet Are They?)
Their pretty sweet to their partner. They give lots of love.
T - Trust(How Important Is Trust In Your Relationship. How Much Trust Is There?)
They need to trust you a lot to even wanna be your friend. They trust you with everything and that trust is mutual.
U - Upset(What Upsets Them In A Relationship?)
Dishonesty. They want you to know you can tell them anything. Lying to them makes them feel like you dont trust them anymore.
V - Valentine(What Do They Do For Their S/O On Valentines Day?)
They dont do much. They'll get you some gifts and chocolates but not much else. They see valentines day as a pointless holiday tbh.
W - Words(Are They Good At Expressing Themselves Through Words?)
Kinda. Their good at giving compliments and advice but not good at expressing emotions.
X - Xoxo(How Romantic Are They?)
Not the most romantic but they can be sometimes. If you like romantic gestures, they will try and do more for you.
Y - Yawn(How Do They Get When Their Sleepy?)
They get more affectionate than usual. They kiss you a lot normally but now its doubled.
Z - Zwhat The Fuck(I Literally Dont Know Any Words That Start With Z???)
Their favorite fruit is oranges.
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moscnios · 2 years ago
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Hi Hi Mange!!! I hope ya arent in a bad mood and ur having a good day cuz I got a request for u!
Ight so..
Can you please do platonic Monster Trio x teen! Reader?
The reader is cute and really bubbly and positive, always smiling and always laughing their problems away, so what happens if they see that innocent reader….fight for the first time and go into serious mode in a battle. The reader is all serious and cold when in battle,once they come back from it all bloodied and bruised but smiling and laughing as they walk away from the bodies behind them-
They were expecting the young one to be weak but they were wrong, so so wrong-
Anyways I hope you have a good life and thanks baiiiiii!!!!
⟡    ֺ   𓂂  headcanons  ,  with a bubbly crewmate who gets serious in battle.
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✸     characters! . . .  luffy, zoro & sanji.
✸     cw(s)! . . .  platonic. brief mentions of blood. violence. no pronouns used. not proofread.
✸     notes! . . .  back on my best bro trio type shit. requests like this have my heart i swear. thank you so much for requesting !!
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luffy is definitely the least surprised. he kind of always figured you had a strong side. he has a radar for things like this
yes he has a ‘you are probably a little scary when provoked’ radar
when a fight breaks out, luffy is already jumping into action, thinking about the consequences later
he just has a hunch that you are able to take care of yourself, but he doesn’t know just how strong you actually are
so when you emerge from the cloud of smoke with a few bruises, busted knuckles, and a smile alongside the small pile of bodies from the assholes you just beat up, he can’t help but be amazed by your strength
he thinks you’re even cooler than before
he wants you to teach him some of your moves so he can incorporate them into his own move set
that really cool dodge move up into a spinning roundhouse kick ?? you HAVE to teach him that or he’s going to bother you until you do
you’re unsure why the future pirate king would even want to learn some of your moves when he’s already really strong. but it makes you feel good that he does want to learn from you
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zoro has a habit of basically adopting cute people, i.e. you and chopper
he doesn’t particularly think that you are ‘weak’ because he hasn’t seen you fight yet. 
but from your personality, he just can’t picture you being much of a fighter
oh boy, was he wrong
watching you literally tackle a guy twice your size and beat his face in was differently not on his bingo card
shocked is not even the word that comes to mind. it’s like you’re an entirely different person
after you wipe the blood from your nose with the back of your hand, you turn back into the sweet kid who is always smiling and laughing
seeing you practically skipped away from your victims over to him
when he’s over his shock, he asks you when you became so strong and where did you learn all of that
you probably don’t notice but a proud smile appears on his face as you recount your training, talking about all the guys you’ve beaten up even before you joined the crew
he’d love to fight alongside you next time
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sanji has the biggest soft spot for you and wants to protect you from everything because you’re too pure for this world
despite you being a pirate just like him, in his eyes you do no wrong
but this one time, he couldn’t protect you, getting caught up in a fight of his own. when he finished his own battle, he looked around for you with all kinds of alarms sounding off his head
he finally spots you bruised and bleeding from your nose and a gash on the side of your head. but you stood tall, with your usual healing smile.
but at the sight of your condition, he’s panicked. he rushes to your side, trying to stop the bleeding
he’s so busy repeatedly asking if you’re okay, he hardly even notices the five or so enemies you took out by yourself
finally you point it out, pointing to the bodies that surrounded you. he doesn’t even want to believe it at first
the sweet ( y/n ), who he babied, fought all of these people ?? the sweet ( y/n ) who wouldn’t even hurt a fly ?? there was no way
he’d have to see it to believe it. and was he in for the shock of his life to see you with ease become serious and take down yet another group of enemies. all before turning back to him with a smile and a giggle
seeing you switch so easily between the two...it was...scary to him at first
he is proud of you for being able to protect yourself, but he still wants to be the one to protect you. he has a hard time letting it go
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