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miguelhugger2099 · 5 months

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Omg first off LOVE!!! your wiring literally *chef’s kiss* imagine Miguel x reader suggestive smut where they’ve been both super busy and haven’t had time for each other and tension has been building up to this point.

Worth the Wait

nonie im gonna sob. not only was i so excited to see you be my first ask, this is also my first ever written smut!! aaaa im so nervous so please have mercy !! i jumped on my laptop as soon as i saw this and its so late right now haha im a little tired but i didnt want you to wait at all !! im not sure if i wrote too much or too little lol regardless i really hope you enjoy and if not i'm more than happy to make something else and thank you sososo much for the compliment <3333 the ask wasnt specified if it was fem!reader or not so i made it gn!reader just in case <3 Miguel x GN!Reader, Smut, too embarrassed to proofread it, Word Count: 3,681

“Hey, Miguel, do you think you could stay late tonight? Boss wants you in the lab for testing.” A short woman popped her head in his room, her hair neatly tucked in a high bun. Miguel stopped his pacing in his office, his glasses lifted on his head using it as a headband to pull back his fringe. He placed the beakers in his hands down and took off his gloves while ruby eyes glanced at the clock on the wall. He was supposed to leave in a couple minutes.

Miguel’s eyebrows scrunched up, tsking under his breath and turning to look at the woman. “Can’t someone else be there? Peter can oversee it instead.” He pleaded, exasperated. She gave him a sympathetic look and sighed.

“Sorry, Miguel. He specifically asked for you.” Not wanting to be the bearer of bad news anymore, she slipped out the door and shut it behind her, leaving Miguel to groan and slump his shoulders. He stared up at the ceiling and closed his eyes, breathing in and out to calm his anger. It seemed like these days all he ever did was overtime at work. He fiddled with the golden band around his left ring finger, his other hand twirling it mindlessly for some comfort and also a silent apology to you.

His heart ached as he made his way to his desk, picking up his phone and dialing your number. He licked his lips while he brought the phone up to his ear. Miguel wasn’t prepared to hear your voice, happy and hopeful and only be met with disappointment.

“Miggy?” You answer happily. A small smile forms on Miguel’s face.

“H-hey, baby. You doing alright?” He asked, taking a seat on his swivel chair and leaning back to stare at the photo of you two on his desktop.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m finishing up dinner. Are you on your way home?”

Miguel’s smile dropped a bit, realizing once more why he had called in the first place. “Um, about that, mi corazón. I have to–”

“You have to stay the night, don’t you?” You cut him off, disappointment evident in your voice. Miguel’s heart clenched at the sound.

“I…I do. Believe me, I don’t have a choice or I’d be there in a heartbeat.”

“It’s okay, really. I’m not mad or anything. This month has been hectic for both of us. I just… I just miss you is all.” You speak softly over the phone. He missed you more. He wanted to be there.

“Lo siento, bebé. You know how much I hate being away from you.” He apologized. “How about tomorrow, huh? I have off. We can go out and get a drink. Or maybe stay home? I know how much you love my cooking.” He offered, his heart beating faster at the thought of spending time with you again. That feeling sank when he heard you let out a quick puff of air in annoyance.

“I can’t. I’m working this weekend. Six days in a row,” You rolled your eyes just thinking about it. Your job always had a way of pushing your buttons. Miguel’s jaw clenched as he heard you. Miguel never really liked this recent event of work taking up his time from seeing you. He hated it even more when your job took you away from him. “God, I really thought we’d have tonight together at least.”

Miguel was quick to reassure you. “Hey, hey. Listen. We’ll have a day together. Eventually there’ll be a day for just us–all about us, I promise.”

When Miguel had arrived home, it could barely be even classified as night time with the way the sun had been peeking through the horizon. He dragged his body through the door, a cold home awaiting him. After kicking off his shoes, he dumped his coat and bag on the floor and made his way to the kitchen, eating the leftovers of the dinner you two were supposed to eat together before trudging back to bed. He saw you lying there on your side and he felt exhaustion drag him down.

Miguel slipped in under the covers beside you after striping himself of his clothes, leaving him in his underwear and slipped his arm around you. He pressed your body flushed against his, Miguel’s larger body enveloping yours protectively. His nose buried itself in your neck, his lips grazing your shoulder. His hand rubbed your stomach and then slid up to rub up and down your waist. Sneakily, he ran his hand under your shirt while his lips left small kisses on your neck and shoulder. You stirred awake as you felt the sudden touch of someone else.

Miguel felt you move so he pulled you tighter to him, keeping you caged in that position. “Mig…?” You called out sleepily. You felt something poke you from behind and groaned. Miguel continued to kiss your neck, his teeth coming out to gently nip at the skin making you shiver. He simply hummed his response.

“‘M home.” He murmured. He slowly turned you on your back, towering over you slightly with your leg between his. Miguel’s arm rested by your head while his attacks became more intimate. You leaned your head back, allowing him more access and his other hand on your hip squeezed you in appreciation. You bent your leg up on the bed slightly, your knee caressing his growing bulge in his boxers. Miguel let out a low groan, his hips grinding on you for some friction.

Your hands finally reached up to his hair, curling your fingers around his soft wavy brown locks. Miguel took this as an opportunity to capture your lips with his, muting the soft moans you were letting out. His own knee spread your legs apart, rubbing in between them to add to your pleasure. You felt a jolt of pleasure run down your spine, bucking your hips up instinctively. Miguel sighed against you, his hand on that had been gripping your hip, moved down to the hem of your pajama pants. He teasingly pulled it down, letting it snap back to your body and making you whine. You felt him grin through your kiss. Cheeky bastard.

Before he could ease his hand down your pants, your alarm had blared through the room, shocking the both of you and separating yourselves off each other. Miguel scowled while you clambered up to grab your phone. “The hell was that?” He grunted, displeased with being interrupted. You fumbled with turning it off, placing a hand on your chest to calm your fast beating heart.

“My alarm. I have a morning shift.” You moaned, tossing your phone back on the counter and standing up from the bed. Miguel blinked twice before getting up with you. He reached out his hand to grab yours in an attempt to stop you.

“Woah, woah, hey–what’s the rush?” He asked, turning you around and cupping your cheek. “We can at least have these couple minutes, can’t we?” His voice dropped an octave, leaning down to press a kiss on your cheek. Miguel tried to kiss downwards but you stopped him, albeit unwillingly.

“Amor, you know damn well how Nueva York’s traffic is in the morning. I’m not gonna be late and get my ass in trouble ‘cause you can’t keep it in your pants.” You slipped from his arms with a playful roll of your eyes and walked to the kitchen. Miguel scoffed, slightly offended, his eyes watching you walk away and looking down at your ass.

“Don’t act like you weren’t enjoying it.” He grumbled, looking down at the tent in his boxers wondering what to do with it now.

For the next week, it had been nothing but just pure torture. With the month making you and Miguel work away from each other, this week was stretching that limit. When Miguel worked in the morning, you’d work at night and vice versa. Each time without fail, you managed to slip in a few teasing touches. Waking up Miguel by sitting on his lap and peppering kisses on his cheeks with his hands grinding your hips down on his hardening cock. Miguel cupping your ass and giving it a squeeze when you came home from work while he was on his way out. Both of you were on the brink of breaking by this point. These small acts were supposed to tame the fire within you, not burn it brighter.

Eventually, it was finally your day off after a long weekend. A break from customer service and passing out as soon as you got home. Miguel had work today but he texted earlier that he’d get off on the hour he was supposed to this time around. You felt bad. He’d been working so hard and today had been no different. He took a shift earlier than usual so he could come home earlier without anyone being there to suddenly ask for him to stay. Lord knows he’s pushing those forty hours into overtime.

From the bedroom, you heard the door open, keys jingling as it was turned to unlock it. You got up from the bed and peered out the door, seeing Miguel kicking off his shoes and coat while tossing his bag carelessly on the living room chair. “Welcome home.” You greeted him. He dragged his feet closer to you with his head down, the top buttons on his white button up were popped open, exposing a glimpse of his collarbone. Miguel immediately wraps his arms around you, pulling you in for a comforting hug. You followed suit, hugging him back since you sensed he probably had a rough day. He hummed in response, settling for resting his chin on your head. You stayed like that for a while just holding one another until you felt his hand run under your shirt to feel your soft skin against his calloused hands. They continued up and up your spine until your shirt was lifting up with him. “Miguel.”

“What?” He grumbled. One hand slid down under your pants, getting a quick feel of your ass and pulling your pelvis to him. You gasped and tightened your hold around him, feeling the warmth of arousal ignite in your stomach. “I need to have you. I can’t wait any longer.” His soft touching became more possessive, roughly grabbing your ass and tugging on your shirt and pants.

“Miguel.” You repeated his name, this time in a whimper. Your own hands slipped down his collared shirt and lightly scratched your nails on his large back which made him shiver. He pulled back and you saw his eyes hazed with desire, pupils blown wide.

“Please…” He whispered, his lips brushing up against yours. Your hands fell to his buttoned shirt as you looked up at him. Your heart raced in your chest–the sheer want of having you all to himself finally after weeks was too good to pass up. You nodded and the pleading look on Miguel’s face dropped as he immediately bent down to kiss you. You let out a squeak of surprise between his lips right before giving into his needs and kissing him back.

He tugged your pants down to your ankles before lifting you out of the puddle of clothes and bringing you to the bed. Once you were laid on top, you watched Miguel fumble with his belt. His large hands quickly unhooked the metal making it chime and the soft zipping sound of the leather sliding out his belt loops. He practically ripped himself free from his clothes, not even unbuttoning his shirt and just lifted it up and off his torso. You saw his girthy length, standing tall and proud with a slight red color tinged at his tip while the rest of him was a slighter darker color than his skin. His tip was already oozing with precum. A sight you had always welcomed. It became clear to you that Miguel had been thinking about this for a while–maybe all day. Miguel crawled on top of you, helping you out of your shirt and underwear and kissing you again while his hands roamed your body.

“I’ve waited so long. Did you miss me like how I missed you, cariño?” He sighed between your lips. Your hands clutched his shoulders, one leg hooking around his waist.

“Always.” You whimpered back.

“On your knees. Now.” He growled. You felt your heart skip a beat, another heartbeat going straight to your core. Stumbling, you got off your back and got on your hands and knees like Miguel wanted. This position has always made you flustered. It was both embarrassing and exhilarating not seeing what Miguel could do to you, or even get to put your hands on him–solely relying on feeling.

Perfect timing, his hands met your ass, grabbing them and massaging them. “So perfect,” He murmured. His finger grazed your aching hole where you were the most sensitive, purposefully teasing the nerves on your body. He took pleasure in the way you writhed beneath him, succumbing to his hand. His thick cock rubbed up against you, smearing his leaking fluid on you for even better access. Then ever so slowly, gliding in his fat weeping tip inside and penetrating your walls.

You both moaned in unison. The feeling of being stuffed was like finally feeling that last puzzle piece snap in place. “Uff, fuck–I’ve missed you,” He groaned, his breath shaking as he leaned over your body. His one hand held the headboard in front of him while his other hand held the plushness of your hip tightly. Miguel’s body was shaking as he entered you slowly, stretching you out after a long time of not seeing each other like this. You whimpered, falling from your hands onto your elbows as you shook with him. “Ease up, cariño, así es.” He praised, leaning back to watch his cock disappear inside you. His pride swelled at how easily he seemed to slide in you even after so long, his mouth curling into a sly smirk.

“Mi–guel…” You choked out a moan. You whined and gripped the pillow underneath your head tightly in your fists. You had forgotten just how huge Miguel was, his covered bulge was nothing compared to the real thing. Panting, you heard your heartbeat in your ears, turning your head to rest your cheek on the pillow.

Miguel’s hand left the headboard by this point, choosing instead to rest on your back, running down the curve of your spine to press your head down. You whimpered and clenched around him which made him let out a string of curses under his breath. You felt him push himself to the hilt, his balls gently smacking against the curve of your ass. He groaned, his hand on your head gripped your hair to still himself from pounding you immediately. The two of you stood there, breathing heavily while you felt each other. You could feel him throbbing inside you, twitching ever so softly. Miguel bit his lip to hinder himself from cumming on the spot with your walls convulsing around him, weakly attempting to suck him in deeper.

You wiggled your hips, bucking them back against Miguel with a pathetic whine. “M-move…plea–” You got cut off when Miguel slipped out of you, and then he slammed back inside making you scream and shake. He then began a steady pace, enough for movement but not as quick as you wanted. Still, you mewled and clutched at the sheets while his cock was ravaging your guts. The hand on your hip wrapped around your lower stomach, his bicep flexing as he held your weight up to fuck your from behind.

“Too long. It’s been too fucking long since I’ve fucked this needy hole properly.” Miguel sighed, huffing with each thrust of his hips. Your eyes rolled back and your jaw slacked open. Skin slapping echoed in the room along with the wet smack of sweat between your bodies. It was a symphony of lust and desire. An aching instinct to be reunited like this. You pleaded for more–a little quicker, a little harder– and Miguel who loved you so much didn’t want to deny either of you this ecstasy. He then used both hands to grab onto your hips and started to drag your body back and forth on his dick, drilling himself in you like a toy. Miguel used up all his frustrations of not being able to see you all this time, his eyes drinking in your writhing form while he bucked into you abandonly.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck–Miguel…!” You squealed, involuntarily squeezing him which made me grunt and buck his hips faster. You babbled nonsense while your core bubbled up the feeling of an orgasm. You screwed your eyes shut as you allowed Miguel to hump against you. He leaned over you again, pressing kisses on your back, murmuring things you could barely hear over the sound of your own moans.

Suddenly, Miguel had pulled out again leaving you feeling empty and light headed while the feeling of an impending orgasm disappeared. He let go of you, your hips bouncing on the bed without the support of his strength holding you up. You opened up your eyes, glazed with pleasure and shakily tried to look behind you. Before you could, Miguel took your body and flipped you on your back. It all happened quickly before you could even register what was happening. He took your legs and tugged your body closer to him like a ragdoll. He spread them wide then pressed them up against your chest. You lolled your head up and you saw his fringe had fallen to his forehead, sticking to it with his sweat. His chest was heaving up and down, the glow of the moonlight highlighting the carvings of his muscles perfectly–it made your breath hitch.

Miguel then loomed over you, nuzzling his head into your neck again. You leaned your head to the side making him gain more access to you. His teeth bit your soft flesh, his lips suckling your skin to leave tiny bruises along the side. “Ah–” You squirmed and gasped when you felt Miguel slide back into you again. You quickly wrapped your arms around him, your hand running through his already messy hair. You pressed his head closer, your eyes opening up hazily to stare at the ceiling while Miguel starts his pace again.

“So tight, just f’me, hm? You have no idea how much–” He moaned in between speaking, the lust clouding his mind. “H-how much I needed you. I should’ve just brought you to work, bend you over my desk and fuck you however long I want,” He shuddered at the thought, his hips stuttering while you whimpered and arched your back off the bed. “Oh, you like that?” He grinned, his voice oozing with arrogance. You nodded, your eyes shutting closed again and desperately lifting your hips to match his thrusting.

“Next time, bebé, next time. I promise. You’re doing so, so, good. You feel so good.” He slurred softly, his hips snapped harder, his cock twitching and swelling inside you.

“Mig–Mig–I can’t,” You moaned, your screams getting louder the harder Miguel went. “Oh, god, Miguel!” Miguel kissed you, swallowing all your moans while he slipped his tongue in your mouth. Your eyes rolled back and your legs wrapped around his waist the moment he let go of your thighs. His hands traveled around your body, feeling the shape of your silhouette back into his memory. He grabbed at anything he could hold onto before curling around your ass for a small squeeze.

He pulled away from the kiss, breaths mingling for a moment until Miguel rested his forehead on your shoulder. Your hands raked down his back and you dug your nails into his giant back, leaving streaks of red in their wake from scratching him. He moaned from it–the pain only adding to his pleasure-fueled mind. Miguel peppered kisses on your shoulder, making his way down to your chest.

“Miguel, I’m so close–so, so close…” You whimpered.

“I know, ángel, me… me too. Solo enfocate en mí, hm? Just let me have you.” He pleaded, his rough moans turning into whimpering as he neared his end. You responded with a weak ‘uh-huh’ then clinging onto Miguel for support.

He murmured in a jumble of Spanish and English, his breath hot on your neck while you screamed and pleaded for more, how good it felt, anything to get both of you going. Miguel lifted your lower half up, relentlessly pounding into you while he cursed lowly, burying his head in your shoulder again. You felt the bubble in your abdomen about to snap.

“Miguel, I–!” You tried warning him but instead the waves of your orgasm flooded your body, cumming on Miguel and making a mess between your legs. You twitched around him, milking his cock for all it’s worth. Your legs shook until you went limp, fucked out of your mind. Miguel whined, speeding up to catch his own release.

“Fuck–!” He moaned, feeling his cock pump out his creamy fat load inside you, painting your walls white. Miguel’s entire body tensed up, stilling up against you while he slowly came down from the high. His strokes gradually slowed down, pumping the final ropes of cum, while he softened inside you, huffing and puffing with you. He shakily but carefully pulled out of you after a few moments. You whimpered when he completely left you with a soft wet shlick.

Miguel fell beside you, exhausted and spent. Still, he reached for you, bringing your shivering body in his arms. You curled yourself in his chest weakly, feeling his hand play with your hair. He kissed your forehead, basking in each other's afterglow. He brought the covers up over you two for some extra warmth.

“I’ll…get us cleaned up in the morning…” He huffed with a tired smile. You grunted in response, too numb to speak but satisfied nonetheless.

can you tell this is my first smut? hahaaaa dontanswerthatillcry

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mochalate · 2 months

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[intro] new notification!

msby!atsumu x reader || w/c: 560 Atsumu discovers that the only thing worse than online dating, is dating advice online. a/n: oh look at that, another atsumu fic!! this one is less stressful for me though. its pretty short, with a cute little plot that won't cause me planning paralysis. making edits for atsumu is always so fun <3 i hope you'll read it!!

[chapter 1->]

r/relationship_advice • 3 hours ago

u/fattytuna95

I want to ask out my twin brother's girlfriend.

It's not as bad as it sounds. She's not really his girlfriend.

I'll try to explain.

We're colleagues, sort of. (Me and her— I'd rather starve to death than work for my brother.)

Last month, someone took a picture of us leaving the office. I was only walking her to her car but the person who took the picture wanted to imply that we were dating.

And that wouldn't have been an easy rumour for her to handle, so I got my brother (identical twin) to post a picture with her on his socials.

Obviously, just one picture wouldn't work to convince anyone, so they've been meeting up a couple times a week (they have similar interests, so they were friends already) to be seen together.

Now here's the issue— I never saw her like that before, and I thought it was just fucking annoying to watch people be lovey dovey, fake or not... but one of my other colleagues said it sounded like I was jealous.

And fuck, I am.

Do you think she'd be mad if I asked her out? I reacted pretty badly to the original picture. And I'm worried my brother likes her for real (those photos they're posting are kind of convincing...)

Edit: for everyone asking, no, I can't ask my brother. he'll know why, and if he really does like her I don't want to mess with it. and if he doesn't he won't let me hear the fucking end of it. i can hear the best man speech already.

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u/unicornpoodle • 2 hours ago

lol dude (I'm assuming you're a dude, unless you're a girl who unfortunately is built exactly like your brother) are you sure you like her and aren't just jealous of your brother being happy? fake or not

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u/fattytuna95 • 2 hours ago yeah i'm sure. I cut out a picture of one of my teammates and pasted it over his ugly mug and it made me even angrier. ↑ 35 ↓ •••

u/msbygirlie_13 • 2 hours ago

Oh hey!! I recognise you from the atsumu miya subreddit!! That's so cool you have a twin just like him!! And his brother got a gf recently too!!! (I think they're fr tho lol.)

Okay hmmm this is a tough one. wdym when yuo said 'reacted badly'??? and what was so bad about the rumour in the first place if it's an option for you now???? this is kinda weird ngl.

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u/fattytuna95 • 2 hours ago do you really they're the real deal??? I kind of laughed. And now that I look back at it, I think I might have looked way too eager to put it out there that we weren't dating. like I was disgusted or something. :( I wasn't, I just didn't want her to have any trouble. :( :( I'm sorry, I can't explain the situation any more for privacy reasons. ↑ 20 ↓ •••

u/guiltyassassin_ • 1 hour ago

well you don't have to talk to either of them... you said someone took the original photo. maybe they're still stalking?? ask them what they think?

lmfao you guys are either celebrities or highschoolers with this kinda drama

(also you keep calling your brother ugly, but then say you guys are identical? huh????)

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u/fattytuna95 • 55 minutes ago This is kind of an insane idea, but it does make sense. Maybe I'll do it. (and you wouldn't get it.) ↑ 2 ↓ •••

first chapter tomorrow! please like/reblog/reply/send me an ask if you enjoyed it :) it keeps me going lol [my other fics->] divider: @/cafekitsune

#atsumu miya x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #fluff #my fic

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6eeznut · 1 year

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I swear i said "i hate you" but my soul and my twitching cock says otherwise.

Uchiha Sasuke x Chubby!Reader

A/N : this is the first time i make a fanfic :} sorry if this is so bad but i want to try to make a fanfic from a longg time and if this one was bad, then... i'm just gonna say sorry 😔 also i want to make more Naruto x Chubby reader because i rarely see Naruto x Chubby reader, since theres only a few of those that doing Naruto x Chubby reader so i was like "fine. i'll do it Myself." anyway enjoy! :D

TW : Bad Grammar, First-ever Fanfic of mine, Bullying, Denial, Noncon - Dubcon, Violence, Meanie!Sasuke, Jealousy, Stalking, Noncon-taking Pictures, Degrading, Yandere (put this here just incase cus i had no idea 💀), Tsundere.

Uchiha Sasuke who is in denial when he caught his eyes on a chubby!reader. he tried to resist the fact that he's in love with someone that isnt even a match with his benefits. he'll look down at you and calling you mean word, he tried to make his own self move-on from you by busying himself, but neither of that work. in fact, he gets more and more in love, and more & more obsessed.

He's confused. why would he be in love with someone that didnt even match a single thing he has? he's smart, handsome, could pull anyone he wants yet he's in love with someone who is a complete opposite of his. this is ridiculous. this is dumb. he thinks you put a magic love spell on him. he fucking hates you. yet he still 'silently' following you everywhere you go. until he sees that you're getting closer to someone, he's gonna be annoyed. why would you hang out with them anyway? and he's gonna lose it when he knows that the person you talking to has a feelings for you. oh boy, he's gonna lose it!!

He tried to calm himself down. "this is so fucking ridiculous." thats all he said, yet his mind is still fulled by you and your stupid soft tummy. he really really lose it when the person that likes you trying to touch you, kiss you, and just trying to be more and more closer to you. he'd be coming from somewhere you cant see him coming and beat the shit out of that person, and after that he's gonna drag you up with him wheter you want it, or not.

and after that, he'll take you with him. he'll lock you up in room that you could consider as his and dont be surprised when you see the room is filled with a plenty photos of yours that you never take. in the darkness of the room, Sasuke will come up right in front of you, from the darkness. & in a mere of a second with his hand, he grip your neck hardly, almost choking you. and making you whimper. "didnt you fucking know how long i've been suffer seeing you hang out with someone!? happy without me!? are you really that dumb you dont even realize that there's someone who is much better than those that is in love with you!?" and while he said that with his ROCK-HARD cock that has been anching and twitching since he sees you.

and with that, he's gonna make you on your knees for him, and suck him off until he'd dried out while he saying something like "i fucking hate you" and we all know he didnt really mean it. in fact that was the time where he come so fucking hard in such a short time, and still he's unsatisfied.

And at the end of the day all of your faces is going to be covered by his dripping cum and your saliva, & he's gonna give you the messiest and the sloppiest kiss you've ever imagine. he cant help but chuckle when he see your eyes rolled back when you suck him off, he thinks its funny, hot and also cute (lol). but when he heard you say "are we d-done?" with cum dripping out of your mouth, his reaction would be a smirk ;) because the real fun has just begun. also he really wants to humiliate play with that soft tummy of yours so... Good (fucking) Luck :D.

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txtmetonight · 11 months

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"Why would I cheat on you if we aren't even dating...yet"

call summary ⋆ ★ when one fateful night, their nightly dreams have turned into horrifying nightmares. how dare you cheat on them in their dreams....especially since you guys aren't even dating yet.

pairings *. * · ot5 x fem! reader (headcanons + little stories)

genre ⋆ ★ pure insane crack, maybe fluff idk

warnings *. * · cursing, the boys being immensely stupid and the reader being really really confused. mentions of cheating (duh), this is supposed to be a lighthearted, long asf with a lot of nonsense, bad grammar lol (unedited), cannibalism in taehyun's (as a joke 🤣) really bad jokes, cursing

call duration ⋆ ★ 6.7k (Each member is like 1.5k or more)

a/n*. * You would think that I was drunk or on drugs while writing this...I'm not even legal enough 😭 also sorry for how short Soobin's was, I didn't realize until I finished everyone's also this sucks ass but whateva 😜. Also for Hyuka I swear I don't act like this, everything is a joke, I swear please don't come for me, I'm normal and sane.

Soobin ˚ · • . ° .

✭ I think that he would have this dream after spending a whole day with you alone, and his own feelings are starting to get to him 💀

✭ Like he's had a humongous crush on you for over 5 years but he'd rather die than tell you so his own feelings were done with him and your oblivious ass

✭ So what do they do? They take it into their own hands by sending him a dream of you cheating on him with Yeonjun 😈

He was in a grocery store, filled with...groceries. Soobin was confused, didn't he just go to bed? Looking around him he notices that it was daytime, but no one was in the shop so he just decides to leave, wanting to go back home. And for some reason right when he goes outside there's a huge billboard of you, standing out the entrance almost like it was waiting for him. Looking around, he finds a bunch of butterflies flying around, but why do the butterflies look like you? Observing closer, he finds that the trees look like you, and so do the plants, the sun, the houses, the grass, the sky, the pavement, literally everything looks like you. Taking another look at the billboard-you, he finds out that you were asking him to follow you, which he obviously does. Your huge billboard-self takes him into your own house which was upside-down for some reason but Soobin doesn't care, he was just excited to see you...the real you, not the billboard-version that practically show-cased all of your pores from how much the board enlarged your face.

Going inside your house, he finds a bakery in the kitchen but he pays no mind to it, instead going into your bedroom. And right when opens the room, guess what he finds? You kissing a very ugly picture of Yeonjun. That's right you weren't even smooching Yeonjun, you were kissing a picture of him. Totally this one. Closing the door, he runs out the house, only to see what he saw in that room, plastered everywhere like a nightmare. Sobbing out loud he tries to run away but then that picture of Yeonjun chases him down, getting bigger and bigger every meter that it slides across the floor. Soobin thought he saw the worst of it until he accidentally stepped on something that shoots him into the sky like a rocket, a seat belt already making sure that he doesn't jump off. Flying all the way to space, Soobin soon finds out the grim reality of why he was sent all the way up there. It was so he could see the whole world mold into that horrible scene he saw in your house. And then....

✭ He wakes up, covered in sweat, with tears streaking down his cheeks which he wipes away quickly, the dream slowly settling in him

✭ Also I did put a link above of the picture you were smooching, just in case if you glossed over it

✭ He just scoffs, side-eyeing the picture of him and Yeonjun that was taped on the wall, and he's just muttering curses at the poor man while lying in bed

✭ How the hell is Yeonjun better than him? Especially that photo? literally thinking about it sends shivers down his spine

✭ But now at this point he starts to get insecure. Do you actually like Yeonjun?

✭ Yet he doesn't know that you actually like him instead but shhh he'll find that out later

✭ So the next day, he finds out that you've invited him out again and he's feeling mixed emotions. Should he be happy or not?

✭ But he still goes ofc, and for the whole day he's really pouty. Yk how his mouth just naturally goes in that pout? Yeah, but imagine that 10x more pouty.

✭ You obviously notice but you don't say anything, just quietly observing him, eyebrows and question marks rising when he (not) subtly hints about you having a crush on Yeonjun.

✭ "Sooo how well does Yeonjun treat you huh?"

✭ "Soobin what???"

✭ And finally the day ends with a movie night/sleepover at your place, and by then he's forgotten the dream and he's enjoying his day out with you. Giggling at all your words and being a huge gentleman and all.

✭ But then you guys arrive at your apartment and his mood goes sour all over again.

✭ He's even half expecting the same scenario to replay again and that damn (cute) pout is back again

✭ You set up the room and all, getting popcorn and snacks so you could settle next to Soobin, who just snuggles into your blanket...awww :(

✭ Noticing the pout on his face, you take the chance to ask him about it.

"Are you okay Soobin?" He just narrows his eyes at you, pulling the blanket up to his face, and hiding it away from your curious look. "DoyoulikeYeonjunorsomething?" "Uh, what, you said that to fas-" "Do you like Yeonjun?" He says it so sternly that you're back is suddenly straightened, nervously chuckling at him. "Er no, why?" He starts to get more irritated, not at you, but at something...he doesn't know who either. But that anger makes him spit out something that you would never expect from him in a million years. "Then why did you cheat on me with Yeonjun, and in my dreams too, what did I ever do to you?" You're left frozen, shocked at his exclamation as you watch him seriously look away. "C-cheat? in your dreams? Binnie, we're not even together yet" You scratch your cheek, blushing and laughing at his bewildered face. Oh god how could he forget, you guys weren't even together. "Oh n-no I'm so sorry I–wait–yet?" You just smile at him, taking his hands into yours, "Unless you don't want to"

✭ 'Till this day he doesn't know if what he said was the best thing he's said in his life or not

✭ You still bring it up of course, even after you're together with him, I mean it's a great story to tell your kids

Yeonjun ˚ · • . ° .

✭ Oh this cocky, dramatic mf

✭ There were probably no reasons for this nightmare, it just happened, maybe because it's been days since he's seen you?

"Yeonjun hahaha" He groggily wipes his eyes, turning around in his...bed? Wait, that didn't feel like his bed. He tries to open his lids but it's in vain, so he just lays there, breathing heavily. "Junnie wakeee up, lookie here" the voice he hears is so near but far and it instills a feeling of comfort as he smiles, giggling along with the voice "I can't (Y/n)ieeee, i can't open my eyes'' He starts to sob once he realizes who he was responding to. He was talking to his love of his life, he can't be seen like this. Trying to physically open his eyes with his hands, he tugs and pinches yet it doesn't happen. "Open your eyes' ' he cries, and ta-da it opens. "Oh." Looking around he notices that he was actually sleeping on a huge bowl of cotton candy and that he was a roll away from falling to his death. Scurrying away, he calls for your name.

"(Y/n)! Where are you?" He soon finds out that he's able to stand and not fall down. Toeing slowly around, he finds a ladder that leads up. Grabbing the second step so he could pull himself up, he suddenly finds himself at the top, where a huge mist covered the path in front of him. Hearing familiar sniggers, he calls for your name happily. "Hey (Y/n), I'm right here, gosh this stupid mist" Flapping the strange fog away, he notices a figure in the distance. "Hi! Do you know where my beautiful (Y/n)-oh hi (Y/n) I've been looking for you, where were you at?" He smiles at you. "Oh me? I was with this handsome boy" Pulling a boy from thin air, Yeonjun squints his eyes at the intruder, feeling envy flow through his veins, before gasping. "You've been with Beomgyu!?" Without even answering his question you tug 'Beomgyu', planting a kiss on his lips. Yeonjun, who feels like he's going through a heart attack, stumbles backward not realizing that he was at the edge. But apparently Beomgyu does. "Goodbye Yeonjun, your girlfriend is mine muahahah" extending his arms, he lets out a small squirrel (that looks coincidentally looks like Taehyun) to push him off.

✭ And then he wakes up screaming

✭ "What the-" he gags once realizing what his dream was about and immediately pulls off the covers, getting up, and trying not to be blinded by the sunlight peeking through his curtains

✭ His whole body is like disgusted and revolted yet he feels his ego decrease a lot

✭ How the hell is Beomgyu your lover...and you allow it too??? What is wrong with you

✭ Grabbing his phone, he finds out that you've made plans with all of his friends (which were all of urs too) and you were asking him to come too.

✭' If you've invited all of his friends, which means you've asked for B-B-Beomgyu *gags* 🤢 to come along too' he thinks

✭ After that, of course he was going to come, I mean how would he let his girlfriend hang out with someone that broke the bro-code

✭ He obviously has to save you from his wrath 🙄

✭ We all know that Yeonjun loves to dress up to the nines, which he does but it also looks like he's the groom of a wedding

✭ "Yeonjun-hyung, why are you dressed like that?" Beomgyu snickers as you all go to pick him up

✭ "Shut up B-B-Beomgyu *gags*...oh hey! (Y/n) do you like my fit?" He's like a little puppy when he sees you, pure eyes lighting up, and everyone literally groans. They all know, except for you.

✭ The whole time his eyes are on Beomgyu, afraid that he was going to land his nasty hands on you and whenever he was going to, Yeonjun is always there to push him out the way, sweet-talking you away from that menace

✭ At first Beomgyu thought it was funny and all that, like how Yeonjun was getting so worked up over him placing a hand on you, like hahaha but now it's really annoying

✭ And Beomgyu being Beomgyu he blurts it out

"Yeonjun-hyung what is your problem, why do you keep pushing me...is it because of (Y/n)?" Even if Beomgyu was on the edge of a cliff, hanging on for dear life, he would never-I mean never- miss a chance to push Yeonjun's buttons. "Oh shut up, you don't understand, you never will!" Beomgyu just raises his eyebrows, whistling while you and others were quite shocked from his outburst. "Yeonjun calm down, we're in the middle of a restaurant" you pat his arm, trying to calm him down which somewhat works and he's just left in a glaring mess. Yet Beomgyu wasn't satisfied with his daily enjoyment of annoying Yeonjun. "What do you mean that I won't understand, does it have to do with her?" He cocks his head towards you, and you quickly start to panic, Yeonjun starts to tremble with anger under your arms. "Yeonjun no-"

"Your fucking ass stole my girl...you made (Y/n) cheat on me with you out of all people!" The whole restaurant goes quiet at his loud loud yell and people who were passing the place also stop. You couldn't even let yourself be flustered under all the audience, mouth hanging open at Yeonjun who glances at you sadly. "Wait hold up, Yeonjun you're dating (Y/n), why hasn't no one told me?" Hyuka is the first one to break the silence, gripping Taehyun's arm from all the drama. "N-no I haven't been dating Yeonjun, I don't think I've been with Beomgyu...like that either" Looking back at Yeonjun, you notice that he's gone frigid, pupils large and distant. Seems so he just realized what he's let out. "I-huh?" He splutters like a car engine and you awkwardly rub his back, smiling endearingly. "Where did you hear that Junnie?" You softly ask him, shooting daggers at Beomgyu who looked like he was going to laugh, slouching down promptly from your look, instead opting to shoo away the weird glances of the other customers. "Don't make fun of me" The others intently listen, watching you nod at him. "It was in my dreams" "Oh."

✭ I'm pretty sure you can guess what happened after that

✭ Beomgyu starts laughing at him which you chuckle too cause you can't help it blah blah blah

✭ But then you also reveal that you like him back too, which he's soooo happy for

✭ Beomgyu's never gonna live this down omg

Beomgyu ˚ · • . ° .

✭ He's probably gonna get extremely (10x) sad and annoyed even though you two aren't dating

✭ You guys prolly already act like a couple, yk lovey-dovey, and you guys have def kissed once in the past...anyways

✭ Sidenote he fell asleep when watching megamind when this dream happened, all while he was thinking about you, idk he just always has you in his mind

Eyes opening immediately he finds himself in the middle of the air...just floating. "What the hell? ''Moving his arms around, he swishes around like a gasping fish straight out from the water. He was starting to not like the dream. "Oh my god it's Bear-man, look look" Shooting his head down, he gasps cause he sees little bitty kids staring at him with their fingers pointed at him. And of course Beomgyu gets offended by this, so he points back at them, ready to unleash the motor that was stored in the back of his mouth. "Oi did your parents ever tell you that it was rude to point, shoo shoo stupid kids' '. Once they leave he moves his arms and feet like he was doing breaststroke, slowly but surely moving in the air. Something in his guts was directing him towards the city park, which he strangely knew about and it didn't take him long to reach the place, yet he was huffing and puffing in exhaustion. Looking around, he sees a tall building that was reflecting a man in a bear suit just floating around. Wait a second, that was him!

Swimming closer to the building to take a closer look at himself, a sudden flash of blue spins him around and faces him towards the tallest structure there...which was a building of Kai in that weird airplane uniform. "Hey who was that, I'll fight you!" He starts to swing and punch in every direction, even ducking invisible hits. "Ahhhh Gyu help me, help me!" Freezing up like a thick block of ice momentarily because of the sweet voice, Beomgyu snaps out of his daze "(Y/n), what happened are you ok!?" Taking his right hand up to his forehead, he tries to look around for you. "(Y/n) I'll save you, just tell me where you are!?" "I'm on top of Huening Kai's eye, Beomgyu!" "Oh ok!" Not letting a moment go to waste, he starts to freestyle all the way up to his friend's face and as closer as he got he was able to see your tied up figure. Stopping only a few meters away from you, he quickly finds out that there's a force field of some-sorts, stopping him from entering. "Oh no!" he howls, pounding on the invisible barrier. "It's alright Bear-man, we all know how weak you are, I'll save you (Y/n)" A familiar voice from behind him calls out, and he sees the same flash of blue again before the 'wall' in front him breaks and the mysterious man, fast as light zooms in towards you side. "Who are you? and why are you blue...wait hold up, Taehyun?!" Yes indeed the blue man was Taehyun who also had a very large forehead, but that didn't matter to Beomgyu the moment that Taehyun released you from the ropes and gasped you in his chest. "Get your filthy hands off of my girlfriend, Taehyun!" Beomgyu growls, lifting up his fists. "Lol no" and then he pulls you in for a kiss.

✭ Beomgyu wakes up, like literally jolts up from his bed

✭ He has no words at all, he's just in his bed contemplating if he either should just kill himself, kill Taehyun or do both

✭ He cannot believe that Taehyun would betray him like that

✭ I fully believe that out the five boys, he would be the most delusional with this dream, like he would fully fully believe that the dream was a sign

✭ And since the dream version of him said that you were his girlfriend, you were also his gee f here too

✭ The first thing he would do is that he would go to your apartment complex or house idk whatever you live in

✭ He's not gonna even brush his teeth or take a shower...he just gets out of bed puts his shirt back on and just walks to your house, which was the next house over

✭ He just wanted to be reassured that's all (and also to make sure that the dream wasn't real and that Taehyun wasn't at your house)

✭ You've prolly have known 💣🧪 (bombgoo) for like your whole life so you're not even surprised when he shows up at your door and ofc you let him in

✭ The first thing he does is look around your house for any remnants of that bastard and you just let him–mind you it's like 7 am so your tired and you just flop onto the couch so you continue your slumber

✭ And when he doesn't find anything he goes back into the living room to see you sleeping and since he's also tired he just lays on top of you to go to sleep, curling his arms around you which you also reciprocate making him smile against your cheek.

✭ But right when he's about drift away to la la land the doorbell rings, waking him up

✭ He almost leaves the person outside but he decides not to so he gets up again and goes to open the door

✭ and guess who he sees when he opens the door

✭ It's Taehyun who looks at him with surprise (and with a knowing look) holding your jacket in between his hands

✭ "Can you give this to (Y/n), she left this at my house"

✭ The only thing Beomgyu sees is red, but he takes a deep breath and takes the jacket from Taehyun's hands and then slams the door in his face

"Gyu who was that?" you mumble from your position on the couch, barely lifting your head to see a scowling Beomgyu. "Taehyun'' he grumbles, "He came to give you back the jacket that you left at his house, say why were you at his house?" "I had a project with him to finish, I'll text him thanks later...come back to the couch, I miss your warmth, it's really cold". As much as he tries he could never stay mad at you, so he cracks a tiny smile, fulfilling your requests, and pulling you into his arms once again. The comfortable silence ensues before Beomgyu, who is reduced to his own annoyance towards the other man, speaks up. "So you just went to Taehyun's place because you had a project right?" You nod into his chest, eyes fluttering open at his odd question.

"Why what’s wrong?". He just shrugs, "Are you sure it wasn't for anything else?". "Uh no, what else would I be doing?" you nervously chuckle at him, staring at him as he looks around your house, avoiding your eyes. "I dunno, maybe cheat on me" he quietly whispers and you would've almost missed his words if you weren't so enamored with the boy that looked like he was going to dissolve into your couch. "Cheat?...Gyu, I would never cheat on you, I love you too much to do that, you're the only boy in my eyes." You were a tad bit confused but you played along, taking the boy's face in your hands. "Really?" Laughing at his lightened eyes, you mumble a yes, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. "But...y'know we aren't dating yet right?"

✭ He almost fell off from the couch in surprise...wdym you guys weren't datin-oh

✭ Anyways whatever, he just shrugs it off with a huge grin on his face before explaining why he thought what he did

✭ And yes you found it endearing and you wanted to tease him but you couldn't so you just resort to placing tiny kisses all over his face

✭ He doesn't even question what you said above, yk about loving him and all

✭ You guys live happily ever after 🙃

Taehyun ˚ · • . ° .

✭ I'm thinking that he'll be the second most chill out of the five in this situation like he's still sad and irritated and all that but he knows what's real and what's not (somewhat)

✭ But that still doesn't mean that this his love for you doesn't make him forget and fall into the deep pool of delusions 🤷‍♀️

✭ Like oh em gee, I don't think you understand how powerful you are...you made the Taehyun delulu

✭ Also he's prolly gonna be the most embarrassed too, the others have little to no shame

✭ And ofc he has the most normal dream...I think

The loud sound of screeching wakes Taehyun up from his beauty sleep, who just grumbles at the sound, rolling around to turn off the alarm. Except when he flails his hands around in a sleep-induced phase, he finds nothing on his bedside table, forcing him to lift an eye up. "Where is my-what the fuck" Lifting his lower body up with concern, he spots a chicken that was drinking a bottle of sprite while screaming its head off. Getting tired of the noise quickly, Taehyun gets out of bed to pick up the animal so he could put it outside. Yet before his hands even touch the thing, you come bursting out the closet a bunch of other chickens following right behind you, letting out a sound of astonishment once you meet Taehyun's flabbergasted but infatuated eyes. "Tae what are you doing in my room?" "Your room?" He parrots, a small nip on his arm reminding him that he is holding a chicken, which he doesn't remember picking up? "Yeah my room" Suddenly you look past him and he follows your sight, and oh my you are right, he is in your room...but how? He swears that he was just in his place? Looking around skittishly, he catches your curious eyes, making him cough at how adorable you looked even though you were in your pajamas. "Um sorry about that, I don't even know why I am in your room?" You pat his cheek and he blushes under your touch. "You're fine, let's go to school, I think we're getting late!" "To school? I'm not even my uniform yet" He panics sending you into puzzlement once more. "What do you mean, you're already dressed up?" Looking down he notices that indeed he was already wearing his school uniform! "How?" Purely dumbfounded he just nods, wiping away the sweat that was starting to pour down his face. "Why are you acting so weird today?" You snicker, but mumble sorry's at your tease.

Grasping the door-handle to your closet, you open the door and slowly walk back into the darkness. "See you late Tae! and go straight to the cafe to look for the huge poster" Shooting finger guns at Taehyun, you close the door on his face, leaving behind. "Wait (Y/n)" Trying to grasp the same handle, he finds it gone without a trace. Glancing around, his eyes go to target the second door in the room; the actual entrance. Clutching the metal handle, he swings open the door, which for some reason leads into the chemistry lab. Closing the door behind him politely, he runs out of the lab, remembering your words about finding the cafeteria. And who was Taehyun if he ever forgot your words. Taking corners left and right, he doesn't recollect the hallways being this long or the cafe being this far but it doesn't matter and he soon reaches his destination. Stretching his neck, he looks around for the said poster but he doesn't even find it and after surveying the lunchroom over ten times, he lets it go, opting to sit down. But he doesn't even have a chance, cause the moment he sat his butt down, you called out his name with great joy. "Taehyun lookie here, this is the poster I was talking about!" Turning around swiftly, he watches as a huge roll of paper unravels itself over the staircase, revealing the hidden image that it was hiding. "Look, it's me and Kai, aren't we so cute!" you squeal while Taehyun stares at the picture in fear and envy. You two were cuddling on what seemed like his bed, while you gave a huge kiss to the boy's lips. "Oh no! I didn't secure the poster right!" He hears Huening Kai say somewhere in the distance, before looking forward again...only to be met with the giant paper breaking free from its clips and falling right towards Taehyun.

✭ Taehyun didn't stay asleep long enough to see what happened next

✭ He wasn't really sure how he was feeling, he didn't know if he was supposed to feel betrayed or not over a 'stupid' dream like this (btw he did feel stabbed in the back fkjhfuaisjfn)

✭ He knew that the dream he had was just a figment of his imagination but he couldn't help look around for a random rooster or chicken in his room before getting ready for school

✭ yadda yadda he's already at school and going to his classes when he spots you and Kai by the lockers chatting and giggling with each other

✭ And just couldn't help feel slightly jealous ughhh

✭ But him being Taehyun he ignores it, anyways he's the one that has first period with you, not Huening Kamal Kai

✭ Sitting at your desk, you feel a wave of butterflies as Taehyun smiles at you when he sits next to you, so you obviously smile back which also leads to Taehyun's guts being blended up inside him

✭ Gosh your so cute that he wants to pocket you and grill you alive

✭ I'm guessing that if you guys weren't that close he wouldn't even dare say what he was thinking right now

✭ But luckily you are sheeeshshhdihfs

"(Y/n)?" He stares at you snap back into reality while you were just staring into blank space, humming questioningly at your name. "Do you like Kai, you can tell me, I won't judge" He shakes his hands at you and you scrunch your nose at him, chuckling at his antics. "Not at all, I honestly see him as a brother, why? what's with the sudden question, did someone start spreading rumors again?" "Er no, I was just curious" He slowly nods at you, flashing his usual grin for comfort. "Ok...I um actually like someone else" Straightening his back faster than you can say love, he looks at you with a glint that you've never seen before. "Really? who?" You smirk, "You'll find out soon". He raises eyebrows and rolls his eyes, muttering alright before looking towards the side, humming a soft tune. When he first met you, he quickly found out that you liked leaving him in suspense, whether it was intentionally or not. His mind wanders back to the dream.

Should he tell you? Would you find him weird and if you did were you going to start avoiding him? What if-"A penny for your thoughts?" You sigh, staring at him through the corner of your eyes, amusedly watching his startled face. Gulping timidly, he decides to tell you, he just couldn't hold it in anymore! "So theoretically what if someone you knew had a dream about you cheating on them with another close friend, asking for a friend? '' He tugs at the collar of his shirt, anxiously watching your face go through a variant of emotions. You weren't dumb, nope not stupid at all, so you definitely knew that ‘his friend' was actually him and god were you freaking out inside. But it wouldn't hurt to tease. "So the friend saw me cheating on them with another friend, I didn't know I had a secret admirer" you poke Taehyun who scrambles so he could defend what he meant. "No what I meant is-you know what never mind, you already know what I mean" he grumbles, ducking his head back into his arm, trying to cover up the slight blush. "No need to be shy, I like you too" you lean down to whisper into his ear, and he accidentally lets out a squeak. And you push your body even closer, "And I promise not to cheat on our 'actual' relationship".

✭ He's the color of a flamingo now

✭ It's official to say that Taehyun is currently the luckiest and happiest man in the world

✭ But he's still really embarrassed, like he couldn't even look you in the eye after that for a couple of days

✭ And it still haunts him in his nightmares

Huening Kai ˚ · • . ° .

✭ He's prolly the calmest in this situation

✭ He got this nightmare when he spotted you and Soobin talking about anime without him 💔 💔💔

✭ He also probably fell asleep next to you and Soobin while everyone was watching a movie at his house...also it's safe to say that you're really really comfy like his plushies

Huening Kamal Kai felt like he was in heaven. Surrounding him were millions and billions of plushies of many kinds, especially the Sanrio ones. Funny story: he actually never liked Sanrio until he met you, his cute obsession after you won him a dozen of hello kitty and My Melody plushies at an arcade. Easily the best night ever. Rolling around in happiness, he stops along an oddball of a plushie, furrowing his eyebrow and trying to figure out what it was before a lightbulb clicked in his head. It was you in a plushie form! "Awww how cute!" Holding the little plushie up, he brings it up to his chest, snuggling it into the crook of his neck. Flapping right back down, he fights the urge to scream and squeal and he almost wishes that he would never leave, but then how would he see the real you? Sighing with content he suddenly starts to hear strange music echoing, and it seems that it's coming from the far side of the plushies. Picking himself up, he drags the stuffed version of you, ready to explore with great interest. "Who's there?" he tries, but it's to no avail, it's just the music that responds back but this time it has a familiar tune. "Hey, I know that song!" Looking down at the stuffy in his hand he continues on, "It's from (Y/n)'s favorite anime, wait maybe she's with the music !" Struggling to pick up the pace and exclaim his sorry to the many faces of stuffed animals he was stepping on, but there was no time to waste. "(Y/n)ieeee are you there?"

Receiving no response doesn't make him lose hope instead it just fuels his drive to find you more. Feeling like he was running for hours, he finally spots a tiny radio amidst all the fluff making him stop. The source of the music was found but (Y/n) was nowhere to be seen. Bending down to take a closer look at the machine, he decides to turn it off, it was starting to get annoying. But right when he does that, a door emerges from the plushies, a pink and white door, right next to Hyuka's feet. "Huh?" He leans down once more to tug on the knob which magically turns into a rainbow, yet it doesn't let him enter or even open the door. Puzzled, he knocks on the door, but it still doesn't open, instead choosing to send out a small hole that was similar to the (Y/n) in his hand. 'Oh should I put her in here?' Thinking, he chooses to push you into the hole and then only does the door open for him, letting a gust of wind swish his blonde hair. A strong magnetic force swiftly pulls him inside and shuts the door behind him, leaving him in a total dark room, contrasting the place he was just in. "Hello? is anyone-oh!" A sudden flash of bright light booms in front of him before a whole explosion pushes him onto his feet. Shocked, he stays on the ground, silently staring at the multitude of ignitions of color when something from the corner of his eye, makes him jump in surprise. "Is that Soobin as Gojo?!" He screams, rubbing his eyes to make sure what he saw was 'real'. "Oh my god is that Jogo, are they fighting?!" squawking like a hawk, he ogles with big doe eyes, literally rewatching the same intense fight that he saw in the anime. Except this time, when Soobin as Gojo won, out came you in what seemed like a hashira uniform. "(Y/n) why are you wearing a hashira uniform, are you really a hashira?" He excitedly waves towards you but frowns when you ignore him, looking right at Soobin with a dorky smile. "Hi my pookieicious, anime weeb, baka lalala, sugamama, deadchi, haikyuu, iwa-chan boy, I'm so happy you beat that Haisha (Loser).

Clenching your fists, you bring them to yourselves only to tug on Soobin's sleeve so you could place a chaste kiss on his lips. And all Huening Kai could do is just watch in complete horror, he wasn't even focused on the part where you called Soobin weird ass names, he had eyes on the part where you kissed him! "Of course my baby grill!" Soobin laughs like an old man and this is where Kai has enough, coughing loud enough to catch yours and Soobin's attention. "(Y/n) what are you doing hanging out with Soobin?! Are you cheating on me?! Why? He doesn't even like Megumi! What person doesn't like Megumi?!" Sending a flurry of words, Kai stands in the dark, ready to burst into tears. "I don't like Megumi either" You bounce your shoulders, and look right at Soobin again. "Ew who are you and what did you do to my (Y/n)?! Didn't you claim that Megumi was your husband the other day? I was actually going to change my hair so it would look like his, please I love you (Y/n)!" Consumed by terror, Huening Kai doesn't notice Soobin's hands producing some weird energy, and when he does it was too late to run away from. "Nooooo!" Kai screams once hit, flying through the air. "Nooo-"

✭ "Kai wake up!"

✭ "Noooo-huh?", oh shit am I in heaven?" Dw he's not, he just saw your face and thought you were an angel oops

✭ "Nope, you were just having a nightmare" he doesn't notice but you're trying really really hard to not let a single giggle slip from your mouth

✭ "Oh." Looking around he finds the rest of the boys sleeping in like weird positions but he doesn't even question it but for some reason one of them (Beomgyu) lets out a snore that sounded like it was a mixture between a screaming cat and a choking rat...I wonder why huh

✭ I fully support the idea that Kai doesn't tell you about the nightmare but yk he's still feeling jealousy especially at Soobin's head on your shoulder, and he was smiling too, that fucking toe-sucker

✭ "Are you ok?" you asks, ruffling his head and he just nervously lets out a small gasp, wondering how your the most prettiest woman he's ever laid his eyes on

✭ "Yeah I'm fine, I just need some water" "Ok let's gaur"

✭ He's confused about why you're coming with him but whatever, and being the gentleman he is, he helps you get out from the tangled mess of blankets, and he's holding your hand too jdshflueghhfuweh :(

Walking to the kitchen with hands interlocked with Kai was something you would've never expected but it was least to say that it was enjoyable. With his little skips and his hands swinging yours, it sent your love sensor into a frenzy and your heart feeling like you were racing in a marathon. Though Kai on the other hand, tried hard to not faint in your arms. God you looked so adorable with your nonsensical giggles at his stupid jokes and your pure smiles that you flashed in his way. The kitchen was obviously not far, so when you arrive, you guys make a straight bee-line to the fridge, grabbing your respective glasses. "So Kai, what was your nightmare about?" You breathe, intently watching him go pink in the face. Biting his tongue so he doesn't let out a shameful smile, he replies back with a lie. "I dunno, I forgot to be honest". He didn't like lying to you but he had no other choice...if you ever found out, he'd like to be run over by car so he would never have to face you again.

"Let's stay in the kitchen for a while, I don't want to go back to those idiots" Kai grins at your words, and was going to say a bright "ok" at your suggestion before he was rudely interrupted by one of the boys by their groan? Their snoring? Their mutter? The air fell into a comfortable silence yet Huening Kai was going through an internal turmoil. 'Why would you cheat on him?' Looking back at a sleeping Soobin he receives another question. "Do you still like Megumi?" You let out a confused hum. "Do you still like Megumi... 'cause I know that you were rambling about him being your husband or whatever?" he rumbles. "Yeah I do but I think his hair is mid, not the best hairstyle I've ever seen, I like blonde hair better" "Oh ok" his cheeks were starting to hurt from how hard he had to stop himself from smiling. Guess who had blonde hair, him! 'Wait Soobin also has blonde hair...' and his mood goes downhill again. "Um also I don't like Soobin, nor would I ever cheat on you" He almost has the audacity to just agree with you, and he almost does until your words mock him again in his mind. "Wait what-I" He stutters, taken aback by your choice of words. "I didn't know you sleep-talked Hyuka" You sigh, walking closer to him while he just remains frozen in shock. "You heard everything?" He weakly mutters, laughing to himself slowly, mentally preparing for himself to get rejected. "You know I can't cheat on you if we aren't dating, but...we can change that if you want" Practically cornering him against the wall, gleefully observing him changing colors like a chameleon. "Seriously?" "I've liked you since fifth grade, of course," Taking his dizzy smile as an invitation, you capture his lips into a kiss.

✭ You wanna guess why there were flashes of light in your guy's direction

✭ "Gosh Hyuka that was like the lamest confession I've ever seen" Yeonjun laughs

✭ "Wait, they were awake the whole time?" Yea lol

✭ "Kai I would never like (Y/n) like that, the fact that she likes Megumi is a straight up red flag for me"

✭ "Oh shut it Soobin...I'm still better than Megumi right (Y/n)?"

✭ "of courseee"

✭ Kai is so awww ugugujdfkj

✭ Also, my bias for him may or may not have shown sorryyyy

lol please reblog and likee

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queenofthequillandink · 4 months

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I can't remember if you've described how the Everlasting Trio looks like aged up. Or if Dannys ghostform looks different, so official petition for a short list of descriptors? Like Height, Hair, general clothing etc. Maybe Ellie and Jazz as well ❤️

Sorry to bother you!

I have to go through what I wrote to make sure I don't contradict myself lol, but here we go:

Danny: 24, 5'6. He keeps his hair a little shorter than in the show, close on the sides and longer on top. He filled out a little and is a little broader in the shoulder, but he's still skinny and years of not getting enough food for his increased caloric needs left his growth more stunted than it would have been otherwise. He tends towards looser clothing, a habit from hiding how muscular he was in high school. Plus, he just likes to be comfy. When his death injury is acting up, he wears a wrist compression brace on his left arm. His canines (top and bottom) could properly be called fangs. He gets more sleep than he used to, but has pretty permanent dark circles.

Danny's ghost form is a little more ghostly than it used to be. His teeth are sharper, his ears are longer and pointed, and his skin has a green under tint to it. I am a big fan of the "constellation freckles" fanon, so I'm keeping it.

Sam: 24, 5'3. Sam keeps her hair a little longer than in the show, down past her shoulders, though she still likes the half up, half down style. She dresses punk/goth with a little more street fashion flair than you can get in a kids tv show.

Think this:

She still likes dramatic makeup choices, like black or purple lipstick and heavy eyeliner.

Her canines are a little sharper, but not noticably inhuman. She's taken to wearing brown contacts day to day and only going out with her purple eyes (which I've decided are natural because fight me) as Aconite.

Tucker: 24, 5'10. Tuck's hair is longer and dreaded. Up until this moment, they were relatively short but then I tried to find a reference photo and found this

-and fell in love instantly so he has long dreads that he wears like this. He is the master of comfy cozy. He wears a dress shirt and slacks to work, but as soon as he's home, he is in the biggest, comfiest sweater. This man owns so many cardigans. It's about the soft 🤌. He no longer wears the beret(?) thing from canon, but does love him a good beanie. He is never seen without tech of some kind. He teeth are sharp like Sam's.

I know in canon, Tucker's eyes are blue, but I always imagine them brown anyway. Whichever direction you go, the irises have gold threaded in them now (bleedover from being Pharaoh). I am very bad at picking new glasses for people, but I think he's switched to bigger frames. Maybe something like this:

Jay: 15, 5'4. You've already nailed Jay's look in your art, but his skin is a touch darker than Danny's. They both have freckles and similar hair, though Jay's has a curl. He prefers simple, comfortable outfits: pretty much all of his wardrobe is jeans, tshirts, and sweatshirts. His eyes are teal. He doesn't (yet?) have fangs in human form.

Jazz: 26, 6'3. Jazz keeps her hair long like in canon, down to her waist. She typically dresses in business casual or equally sharp outfits. Even in her personal life, she's very well dressed. I absolutely imagine her as the kind of person who doesn't even dress down for travel, hence her wearing business casual on a plane. She usually keeps the makeup pretty light unless she's looking to be intimidating, in which case she has a special tube of maroon lipstick that Sam gave her. She has small but visible fangs in human form.

Elle: 21, 5'5. Ellie is visibly muscular, lean in the way those Super Outdoors people are. She also dresses in sturdy outdoors clothes and solid hiking boots, good for travelling, though she has some fun outfits that are a mishmash of fashion from all over the world. She has several ear piercings. Preferentially, she has long hair as an undercut, though it sometimes grows out as she travels.

She's rarely without her backpack, in which she keeps all of her essentials. She has tons of interesting scar stories and I imagine more than one spur-of-the-moment tattoo. In fact, I've just decided that she has the silhouette of a bird flying into the sunrise on her right shoulder.

These are just guidelines, so feel free to make some decisions yourself!

#dpxdc #unearthed reborn #askasaurus rex #delicatementalitydonut #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #jason todd #jazz fenton #elle phantom

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mooodyblue · 2 years

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don't fly away | 60s!elvis, time traveler!elvis(??) x reader (gender neutral reader i think)

summary: after holding off on watching his own biopic for so long, elvis finally decides he's ready to watch it with you.

warnings: mentions of his death, pills, tom parker ?? sorry if i'm missing anything!

word count: 2.7k

note: okay so. i was so nervous about posting this. i've never written reader insert fics and i haven't written in almost 3 years. i was worried this would be too much or too sad but it's been something i've been thinking about for the last few days so i wrote it and was like okaaayyy i might as well post it too. i'd love to write more for elvis in the future though! i just don't write smut cause i'm awful at it LOL. i promise it's not all sad. anyway. i'm terrible at writing endings and i'm also dyslexic so i apologize if anything sounds off or weird. it may be garbage but it's my garbage! some of what's mentioned may be out of place, not accurate, not make sense etc. so...my bad. i tried LMAO anyway pls be nice 2 me and enjoy y'all <3

♡

you still couldn't believe that you were dating THE elvis presley, especially in 2022. to this very day, you still don't understand how he made it here or why he's here but you still savor every moment you have with him regardless.

of course, you've had that conversation. you know, the one about his future. the one about tom parker, the hundreds of shows he'd play at the international in a short amount of time and of course, the pills. elvis was the one who asked you about it. he had just finished his comeback special and was getting ready to play vegas for the first time when he had fallen asleep one day and all of a sudden ended up in your world. he had no idea what was to come.

he refused to believe you when you told him what happened to him.

"there's no way, baby. you're lyin', tell me you're lyin' please." he took your hands, trembling. "who let me get that bad? my life can't just end that way. why did nobody help me?"

you frowned at him, holding his hands tightly. "elvis, you're here now. it's okay."

after calming him down, you changed the subject immediately. his eyes lit up when you brought up how much his music influenced the world. he almost begged you to take him to see an impersonator the moment you mentioned them. but you made sure to mention the number of biopics made on him and whose played him in movies and shows, so when you showed him a photo of austin butler in the same outfit that elvis once wore, he had to do a double take. "you sure that ain't me?"

you didn't really think you'd ever get to watch elvis with him. you showed him a couple clips and videos, and he was definitely amazed. he just wasn't sure if he was ready to sit down and watch something about his life, especially knowing how it ends.

so when he brought the movie up during lunch that day, you were surprised.

"i've been thinkin'....y'know about that movie." you looked up at him, putting your mug down on the table. "what movie?" you asked. "are you talking about elvis?"

he nodded, looking down at his hands. "yea, i-i know i said i'd watch it with you.....a-and trust me i wanna watch it." you put your hands over his. "i'm not forcing you to watch it. if you don't want to watch it, it's okay. just because it's about you doesn't mean you have to watch it."

"i know, i know. but i really thought about it, i uh...i think i'm ready. if that's okay with you." he looked up at you, a hint of fear in his eyes. he was nervous. he didn't know what to expect. you've told him nothing but good things about the movie, including the last 20-30 minutes which you mentioned can be hard to watch.

"okay. we can watch it tonight." you said, giving him a small smile. he smiled back at you, feeling good about his decision.

you knew he was scared, but even you were a little nervous yourself. was elvis going to cry? would he be able to finish it? it is a long movie, after all. but you had talked it up so much, you were afraid it wouldn't live up to his expectations. and you refused to admit that it was definitely a comfort movie of yours, again, minus the last 30 minutes. sometimes you just end the movie when it's at a good part, that's how you want to remember it. but it's different now since you have elvis. you could finish the ending and he would be right next to you.

later that night, you both sat next to each other on the couch, waiting for someone to hit play. the remote was in your hand, so obviously you would have to do it, but you were still unsure. “elvis, we don't have to do this.” you said, looking at the title page for the movie. “i know i don’t, but i want to.” he sighed. “and besides,” he looked at you, placing his hands on your face and turning your head towards him. “i have you. the best source of comfort i could ever ask for.” he placed a soft kiss to your lips and smiled. “i love you, you always know what's best for me. always lookin’ out for me.”

you swore you could cry at that very moment. you were so lucky, so grateful to have elvis in your life. when he first showed up at your doorstep, begging for any sort of help, you thought you were dreaming. he had a lot to learn, he couldn't believe half of the things you taught him. when he kissed you for the first time, it hit you that elvis was real. he was right in front of you, still as handsome as ever. he was all yours, just your little secret.

you smiled at him, nodding. “i just want you to be okay.” he sat back, putting his arm around you. “don't worry, baby. i’ll tell ya if it's too much. let's see who needs more comforting when it ends, you or me!” he laughed. “now c’mon. get on with it, let's watch it. i can't look at this title screen any longer.” you took a deep breath, in and out, and pressed play, the suspicious minds intro filling the room.

you kept glancing over at elvis to see if he was enjoying himself, which he definitely was. his eyes were glued to the screen during austin's entire louisiana hayride performance. you can’t count how many times “well, goddamn” has left his mouth.

“aw hell, they put that steve allen performance on here too? nobody needs to remember that!” he groaned.

and then of course, the trouble scene. he made you pause so he could explain what actually happened, which you already knew, but you let him have his moment anyway. the moment you hit play and austin started performing trouble, it took everything in you to stop yourself from squealing or crying. elvis looked over at you when austin got on his knees, shaking his head. “i don't know why you're actin’ like that. you've got the real thing right here!” you shushed him and he gasped, “nah, i know you ain’t shushin’ me! stop lookin’ at him like that!”

the scene with gladys was difficult for him. he had asked you to pause towards the end of the scene. elvis stared at the screen, bouncing his leg up and down and nervously chewing at his nails.

“are you okay?” you asked him. “i just need a minute.” he said quietly. you got closer to him, wrapping your arms around him tightly and burying your head in his shoulder. the scent of the soap he used from his shower earlier gave you a bit of comfort.

“i love you.” you said to him, softly.

you kissed him on the cheek and gave the knee he was shaking a slight squeeze. “we don’t have to finish it.” he shook his head, “no, no. i’m okay. i-i’m okay. let's keep going. thank you, baby.” he gave you a quick kiss as you hit play once again.

he warmed back up slowly, although he didnt say a word during the scene with him and priscilla in germany. you never really asked about her considering what would happen with them a few years later, which you also mentioned to him during the same conversation about his future.

that was the one problem you had with your relationship, you knew he was always with other women despite being with priscilla. but you being in a relationship with him now had to be different, right? you tried to not think about it much. you just wanted to enjoy every moment you had with elvis, and you hoped he felt the same way too. he didn't get out much anyway.

in another world, he was the king of rock and roll. in your world, he was just a guy on the street who looked and sounded like elvis, cause nobody was going to believe that he was magically alive. but of course to you, he was your best friend, your boyfriend and the most talented man to ever walk on this earth.

he was okay with your world, he liked the peace and quiet but most importantly he liked you.

he really enjoyed the viva las vegas mashup and the little montage about his movies and his memphis mafia. you rolled your eyes at some of his side comments regarding how he hated his movies, despite you telling him how much you loved them. except….well, there are a couple movies you'd never watch again.

“honey, i told ya, i am not gonna sit down and watch one of my movies with you. i don't wanna talk about em’ anymore!”

“elvis, it's 2022. do you realize how many people love and rewatch your movies?”

“y/n, i’d rather watch paint dry than watch those movies”

elvis was not prepared for the comeback special scene at all. it hadn't been that long since the special came out before he showed up in your life. you'd never seen him so excited, he couldn't believe what he was watching.

“well i'll be damned, he’s got the moves and everything down perfectly!” he shook his head in amazement. “even the suits, it's all perfect!”

you had a soft spot for if i can dream. prior to elvis being in your life, you would always listen to it after a bad day or after a panic attack. so when you first watched austin’s performance, you definitely shed a few tears in that theater. but you didn't expect to be crying after watching the same performance for the 10th time, especially next to elvis himself.

he glanced over at you, concerned. he reached for the remote and paused the movie. “are you cryin’?”

you turned your head the opposite way so he wouldn't see you wiping your tears. “no….why would i be crying?” you said, trying to sound as normal as possible.

you reached for the remote but your boyfriend moved his arm back, out of your reach. “this movie is halfway over and we've paused at least five goddamn times,” he joked. “d’ya need a minute?” you shook your head and waved your hand, signaling for him to press play. he used his hand to wipe your remaining tears away and gave you a quick kiss before resuming the movie.

then came the most frustrating half of the movie, when he starts playing at the international. elvis hadn't lived this part of his life yet, so you couldn't imagine how angry this part of the movie would make him.

you loved the suspicious minds performance, but watching tom write out deals with the owner of the hotel always left you fuming.

“i knew that man was up to no good, i just knew it! i shoulda fired him ages ago! i can’t believe he would lie to me like this. that bastard….” he muttered.

he continued to make various comments, especially asking you whether some things actually happened or not. such as him getting attacked on stage, him repeatedly asking you if the colonel really lied about who he was. the worst was when he'd ask you about the pills, you still couldn't handle talking to him about them.

he didn’t say a word when you watched priscilla leave him and neither did you. you kept glancing over at his face to look for any reaction, but all you could see was him gripping the edge of the couch. you knew he wanted to say something, but you left it at that.

it only got worse once it was him and priscilla talking about him getting help. at that point, you were both a little more separated from each other on the couch.

you could tell it was getting too much for elvis. his eyes were getting glossy and the hand resting on the couch was trembling. all you wanted to do was hold him but once again, you let him be.

then the headline came up on the screen.

he was definitely tearing up at this point. he noticed your eyes getting glossy too and reached for your hand, squeezing it tightly between the two of you.

it's almost over. you just needed to get through unchained melody and you would never have to watch this with elvis again. you don't even think you could ever watch this movie again by yourself either.

you were fine up until “....i’ll be coming home, wait for me…..” started playing through the tv, showing the transition from austin to the real elvis. you couldn't tell who was crying more, you or the man next to you.

he was in disbelief. there was no way his life could end just like that. seeing his name at the end was almost like a wake up call to him. what would happen if he ended up back in 1969 tomorrow? would he forget all of this? and what if he remembered? would he try and prevent all of this from happening? more importantly, would he forget you?

he was so caught up in his own thoughts, he didn't realize he was crying. he didn't realize you were next to him also crying. you were almost crying more than he was.

the credits finished rolling and it was back on the title screen for the movie. you both sat there in silence for a minute. you didn't want to look at him.

none of what you watched was new to you. you knew how the movie ended, you knew all the songs, all the lines but it was all different this time. you've grown so attached to this man over the years and now he's next to you and so madly in love with you.

you would pray every night, asking whatever god is out there to please let you wake up next to him the next day, to please not take him away from you.

at this point, you were the only one crying. elvis was beside you trying to calm down and collect his thoughts. he finally looked over at you with sadness in his eyes. “oh, baby…” you began to cry into your hands. he quickly got closer to you, pulling you in his arms and holding you tightly.

elvis felt like home. you felt safe in his arms like nothing could take you away from him.

he rubbed your back softly, moving his hand up and down. “it's okay. i’m here. ‘m not gonna let anything happen to you or us.” he pulled away from you, locking his eyes with your glossy ones.

“i need you to listen to me.” he took your hands and held them tightly. “i don’t know what's gonna happen tomorrow. i don’t know what's gonna happen in a week, a month, hell even next year. all i know is meeting you has changed me y/n. if i go back tomorrow, i pray that i remember you and this moment. but i believe god brought me here with you for a reason.”

you reached out and kissed him, savoring every second of him. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling away yet not breaking eye contact. “i can’t let anything happen to you, you can't leave me. you just can't.” you sniffled. “elvis, i’ve never been so in love with someone in my entire life a-and i’m just so thankful to have you here in front of me. he smiled at you. “i know, baby. i know. everyday i thank the lord for bringing me here with you.”

the two of you kissed once again, this time with more passion. eventually he pulled away, laughing to himself.

“what are you laughing at?” you asked, slightly annoyed.

“all of this because of that…that austin kid.” he sat back and looked at you, shaking his head. “man, that movie really did somethin’ to us. now tell me, would you rather have me or austin?”

you paused for a minute, deep in thought. elvis frowned, “you gotta be kiddin’ me, really?” he asked. “well…..” you teased. he playfully threw the nearest pillow at you.

“c’mere.” he pulled you onto his lap, smiling and running his fingers through your hair. “listen baby, i’m gonna marry ya some day. ain't nothin’ gonna stop me. i got no pills and no tom parker to stop me from doin’ anything. and definitely no austin butler is gonna stop me either.” he placed a kiss on your cheek.

you chuckled, “let’s see who proposes to me first, then we’ll talk”

“good lord, i’ve never met anyone like you.” he said, shaking his head at you.

“well, i hope not.”

#pls b nice 2 me i beg i know its messy #like wtf is time traveler elvis #elvis presley #elvis x reader #elvis x y/n #elvis imagine #elvis movie #elvis 2022 #elvis

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xjustonemoremiraclex · 1 year

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Ok, final thoughts on Junji Ito Maniac

It was... fine. Better than the Junji Ito Collection, for sure, though I'd argue the creepy scenes looked... well, creepier there lol Let's be honest, I think it's clear by now it's impossible to recreate Ito's artstyle, it just works a lot better on paper.

The one thing that annoyed me though is how they just... decided to stop some of the stories short? Like, I get some changes need to be made, but it almost seems like they looked at some of the stories and went 'pff who needs these last couple of pages? just throw them out'. So weird.

Anyway, some general (relatively spoiler-free) thoughts on each episode that no one cares about:

‘The Strange Hikizuri Siblings’: love how they started with some dark humor (for some definition of the word humor) to lead you into a false sense of security.

‘The Story of the Mysterious Tunnel’: meh, the original was better

‘Ice Cream Bus’: The ending fucked me up <3

‘Hanging Balloon’: a fascinating mixture of "this is so dumb" and "wait why is this also terrifying 😭", love the non-linear storytelling

‘Four x Four Walls’: another one that's more darkly humorous, it made me feel so claustrophobic jfc

‘The Sandman’s Lair’: oh look, another one that fucked me up <3

‘Intruder’: I find this one weirdly fascinating, kinda would love to know more about wtf actually happened

‘Long Hair in the Attic’: the one that made me regret watching this show, I am officially traumatized <3

‘Mold’: you could not pay me to stay in that fucking house, goodBYE sir

‘Library Vision’: again, not a super fan of the changes, but it's still pretty good. And creepy.

‘Tomb Town’: I really like this one for some reason, but the animation in that scene at the well was... questionable. And the original ending is MUCH better (imo)

‘Layers of Terror’: Oh, my mistake. NOW I'm traumatized for life <3 fuck this show why did I start watching this 😭

‘The Thing that Drifted Ashore’: my least favourite, by far. And I'm sorry, but it looked... bad. Like, really bad 😕

‘Tomie – Photo’: also titled 'the girl who can't stop making terrible decisions' jeez

‘Unendurable Labyrinth’: meh

‘The Bully’: I also really like this one and it's also disturbing as all hell <3

‘Alley’: karma is a bitch huh

‘Headless Statue’: girl for the love of god why tf would you follow his shady ass and why would you not jump out of the nearest window when given the chance 😭

‘Whispering Woman’: another one I really like, and I find it weirdly nice in a super disturbing way lol

‘Soichi’s Beloved Pet’: we stan a guy who's super passionate about animals, we don't stan a guy who fucks up a perfectly good kitty 😭

#junji ito #junji ito maniac #junji ito maniac spoilers

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honeydewtreacle · 9 months

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🌟 me again... i just read your answer to my last ask, OMG those answers were so cool!! i literally did not know any of them. Can i ask some more????🥺

- morontourage pilot?

- as the curtain rises?

- how i paid for college? Any videos of that?

- any videos of make me bad?

- n'harmonics???

Lol thank you

Of course!

- The Morontourage project aka the (M)orons pilot, you may have heard Alex mention it in this Susan Blackwell interview (at 5:05). It was finished but as far as I'm aware was never publicly posted, but here are some pics from its production. I'm not sure if there's ever been much more information on the plot besides Alex's short description.

- As The Curtain Rises (Broadway's First Digital Soap Opera) is exactly what it says on the tin, a little podcast soap opera. Recorded over quarantine and completely free on Spotify, Alex plays the Narrator, definitely worth a listen! There's also some in-character interviews in this playlist (Alex is in the thumbnails of the ones he's featured in) and he was in two cast live streams (7:44) and (5:40). [I'm not smart enough to do time stamped links sorry]

- Unfortunately no recordings of How I Paid For College as far as I know, but here are two promo videos for it! (Plot) (Production) And these pictures are everywhere but I figure I should add em just in case. (I also have the one of him doing the archer pose, but blasted tumblr photo limit!)

- Make Me Bad, Drew and Alex's horror musical, similarly there's no recordings of Make Me Bad as far as I'm aware, but here's a whole gob of promo photos, a promo video, and a playlist of some songs from the musical. It's a shame there's not more of it, I'm super curious about Alex's writing, guess I'll just have to be patient and wait for one of his plays to be produced.

- Alex was in and acapella group called the N'Harmonics with F! Here's a playlist of the recordings I've been able to find, quality is a bit sketchy on some, but you can usually pick Alex out pretty easily since he moves way more than everybody else haha. He's INTO it.

#brightyberg #gordmail #gordshots #brighty

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ariel-simslover · 2 months

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MegaHood Updates!!

Downtown - Singels Household

So Long time no see! Sorry for the lack of Posts life kinda got away from me, which resulted in a month-long maybe more break from playing Sims 2. But I'm back now and got back into the stride of playing one or more households a day. I'm so ahead of my updates I need to update myself on what happened lol.

So were in Downtown witch curently only has one family, I plan on adding the Uni Household's to downtown once I get to that world at the end of my Megahood

So like always I updated their house. I went for fun colorful vibes I wanted it to look like young girls live in this home. I put Chloe in the Garage because romance sims need a private space.

I don't have many screenshots since I prioritize play. But I did Get some cute screenies of Chloe, Lola, and Erin going out and about, Kristen focused on her work so she didn't join them.

Also, Chloe seems to hate Erin, idk why but Chloe is always fighting with her. I felt so bad for Erin.

This was a short Update, and some others will be as well. I unfortunately don't have any photos of Kirsten. But I'll be sure to take some next round. That is everything for Downtown, next neighborhood will be Bluewater Village. I am so excited to be back and I'll see you all soon!

#sims 2 #ts2 #the sims 2 #ts2 premades #sims 2 gameplay #sims 2 screenshots #sims 2 pleasantview #sims 2 megahood #ts2 megahood

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fruitdragon1a · 1 year

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Luz's designs for Fighting the Stars

Sorry for the bad quality photos and different lighting, these were taken with my phone from my sketchbook.

Anyway, enjoy Luz's designs for FtS. It was really fun to think of how her style would have changed due to her circumstances. My only regret is that I didn't do this sooner lol.

Also, as for why none of my drawings have eyes, I'm bad at drawing eyes.

I wrote notes beside each image, I'll transcribe them here so you don't have to read my messy handwriting.

Luz's everyday outfit: The only parts of Luz's outfit that are the same as canon are her hoodie and her generic black leggings. She doesn't wear jean shorts, she has black shoes instead of white, and she's taken to wearing the SJMS hoodie around her waist.

Luz wearing Leo's cloak w/ hood up: She wears the fail-safe under the cloak. Her entire face is pretty much hidden when she has the hood up. Which is why most people tended to think of her as a newt.

Luz wearing Leo's cloak w/o hood up: no notes

Luz's pajamas: Pajamas that M got Bernardo to make NOT the same as canon pajamas

#fighting the stars #fts #the owl house #amphibia #fanfiction #crossover #my art #never thought i'd use that tag #yet here i am #i also have an almost completed sketch of tim treller #if anyone wants to see that i'll probably post it soon

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thatchubbypillow · 2 years

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Reminiscence (that I should've written 2 years ago) about meeting Dan Stevens in person and a heart-warming anecdote :)

OK, I don't know why do I suddenly want to write about this now. Not a special day, not a special occasion, I just remembered that I have never really written a detailed "journal" about this and I don't want this memory to become very blurry over time, so yeah, out of the blue I'm writing this, after more than 2 years. I did post my photo with him on some social medias, but I only wrote like less than 100 words (and 60 of them are about the play not about him lol). And I didn't post anything anywhere about what happened after I met him, so I…I kinda want to share it now. Also, English is not my first language, so forgive me if some words were used incorrectly 😅

Reading the title, I bet you guys already knew that I was talking about Hangmen on broadway. The play closed because of covid, after only two weeks of performance, which was…very unfortunate (the play reopened later but with different actor). But lucky me bought a ticket for a very early date (Mar 02), so I had the opportunity to meet him at the stage door. I did have some experience in meeting actors on broadway (I met Josh Groban for a few times), so I had a rough idea about what's gonna happen…I was less nervous than first-timers, I guess.

Before watching the show, I was a big fan of Legion. His performance really impressed me a lot so I also watched some other works of him, but I liked his appearances/costumes(?)(basically his looks) in Legion and Night at the Museum 3 the most (at that time). Then…I liked drawing sketches of people (though I wasn't very good at it…), so I decided to draw a brief sketch of the still from Legion and another one from NATM3, and planned to give them to him as a gift. And…I don't remember what I was thinking at that time, but I wrote a short letter on a greeting card, about how much I loved his performance in those shows/movies etcetc…then I added my instagram username at the sign-off (this was quite inappropriate…I won't ever do that again but 2 years ago I was just overly excited and immature I guess). So I put them in a gift box and carried it to the show.

During the whole performance all I did was looking at him (I brought a binoculars and my sight just followed him and only him lol), well, I tried to understand the plot but the unusual British accent (it's not the "common" British accent you could see in some tv shows) just drove me insane so I gave up in following the plot halfway (sorry!). When waiting at the stage door I was extremely nervous because there is a high possibility that some actors would choose to leave through another exit and not to do the signing when they had other things to deal with (that happened a few time to me, not only on broadway, but also in Met Opera), and normally the staff would tell the audience whether an actor will appear at the stage door or not, but sometimes they won't. So it largely depends on my luck.

Therefore when I saw him showing up at the door, my first reaction was "thank God…", rather than being starstruck. Then after a few seconds of telling myself "OK, this is happening, this is real, he is actually here" I just started to observe how he's signing other people's playbill and how he talked with people, and of course, how absolutely ANGELIC he looked. What really amazed me was how conflicted I felt: yes, he was breathtakingly GORGEOUS for sure, but on the other hand his "aura" was surprisingly down-to-earth and genial, like he's just an ordinary human being rather than a movie star. And in these brief moments when he's signing and chatting with fans, he always had a very genuine smile on his face. It's not my first time meeting celebrities, I would know it if they're just faking. (Well, it's possible that he's just very very good at it, but I don't care lol).

There weren't that many people at the stage door, I would say maybe 50? 70? I'm bad at estimating those so don't trust me. And the security divided the crowd into two groups, one on the left side of the door and one on the right. He started from the right side, and I thought he's gonna come to the left side later, but he didn't!!! (Maybe he's in a hurry? I had no idea) I saw that he seemed to be leaving and I was like NOOOO I'M NOT GIVING UP ON THIS so I exited the crowd and ran. Fortunately he didn't leave yet, he was talking with another audience (away from the crowd tho). So I waited for a few moments for them to finish the convo, then went in front of him, trying my best not to lose consciousness or my verbal communication ability (I'm not exaggerating!)

I supposed that he might be in a hurry so I spoke in the fastest way I could, about how amazing he was in this play (well, of course I won't tell him I didn't understand the plot at all lmao), and the gift I was giving him, he seemed to be quite surprised about it, I don't remember what exactly he said but I do remember him saying "Oh God" and a lot of "Thank you" (what's funny was that the way he said "Oh God" was quite similar to how he said the same thing in an interview about The Guest, when the host asked him to create an online dating profile for David lol), his soft voice and British accent (the one I was more familiar with, instead of the one in the play) just MELTED MY HEART 😭 good lord…I mean I watched quite a few interviews of him online and listened to some audiobooks too but in real life, from such close distance, it was totally different. Like, I mentioned earlier that I met Josh Groban a few times and I really loved his singing voice, but his speaking voice was rather normal, if compared to Dan's. Dan's voice was simply mesmerizing, like, his audiobooks are already charming enough but every time I recall the moment when he talked to me I just feel my whole being weakened (I'm not exaggerating!) (maybe I'm in too deep 😥)

Then, another thing that I could remember was, he was apparently taller than me. I was around 5'9-5'10, already taller than most of my friends, so it feels good meeting someone whom I had to raise my head a little bit to look at (and who was also unbelievably good-looking). The only thing that still saddens me is that I was too nervous or too afraid to look straightly into his eyes when talking with him. I probably caught a few glimpse at first, but currently I don't have very detailed memory of his facial expressions. Finally I asked him if I could take a photo with him and he gladly agreed. But I was so nervous at that moment that the angle of the lighting was absolutely terrible, I've tried using some editing app to improve it but they didn't really work 😣 Here is the photo…if anyone still wanted to see it lol.

On my way back home I just couldn't stop replaying the conversation in my head over and over again while smiling like an idiot, it was like a dream. I remember in Black Mirror there was an episode where the protagonist could store his memories as videos which he could review, gosh I wish I had something like that. After the show I didn't think too much and just went on living my ordinary life, even though I included that letter/greeting card, I don't remember writing stuff like "looking forward to your reply" or something, and even if I did, he is an international movie star and he has no obligation to respond to some random fans, so I tried to keep myself busy and not taking it too seriously. But after two days…

It happened. It really happened. I had to pinch myself and do the silliest reality check to make sure I wasn't dreaming. The first thing I did was taking a screenshot, so I won't click the wrong button and accidentally delete the message with no way to prove that I actually got his reply. Then I started to rack my brain to decide what should I write back, without sounding like a desperately infatuated fangirl, but I failed and still sounded like a crazy fangirl (so I prefer to hide my reply in this screenshot lol).

To be honest, it crossed my mind that there was a possibility that it might not be himself who sent the message, it could be his assistant or someone else (I heard that many celebs don't run their social medias by themselves, idk if that's the case here), but I'm still extremely happy. The smiling emoji made me feel like it's really him. If it really was him…gosh, how could a man be so perfect??? Possessing such unrivaled beauty while being THIS KINDHEARTED??? Jesus…

Anyways…that's my memory, I'm sorry that I unconsciously wrote sooooo long (1600 words, MS Office said…), but I hope that you enjoyed reading it 😊 Even though I now realized I only love him as an actor and his roles, not exactly himself, if I could get another chance to meet him, I would still do it. Because knowing that such angelic-looking human being really exists, always made me regain some hope for humanity. (Just kidding XD)

#dan stevens #reminiscence #starstruck #celebrity #actor #british #broadway #wholesome moments

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letstalkaboutit100 · 6 months

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Ideas part 12: Blue= concepts pink=ep ideas Green: note

Anyway, Meeshell and Sparrow become good friends. Every day at lunchtime they meet up at the pool. They talk about music and their parents. They even start to write song lyrics! Meeshell is still shy though. So Sparrow sticks up for her a lot. "SHE SAID NO FISH!" He feels protective over her. She's his little sister at this point. ("I'm a year older than you." "Only in numbers.") She's a year older than him but they are still in the same grade. I feel like she is very mature. She looks like it. She's the mom of the group lol. (she wasn't left back or anything, BUT HE WAS) She's been a good influence on him. Helping him study and stay out of trouble (sometimes) and learn to respect women more. Every day he asks her if she would join his merry crew/band. And every time she says no because she's shy and worried she'll embarrass herself. "Come on! PLEASEEE!" "No." *cue puppy dog eyes* "You know that doesn't work on me" "Yeah I know" He literally calls her his sister! "Hey, where you going?" "To see my sister" *Confused faces on his friends' faces* "Did you know he had a sister?" "Sparrow your grades have gone up quite a lot!" "Thanks my sister helped me." *Confused teacher face* You know how in fanfic the school's bad boy that has a gang falls in love with the nerdy girl and puts her "under his protection". like "Oh wait! We can bully her that blab blab's girl". That's basically them. except it's sibling love. PLATONIC! No one touches her. "I'm having a sister." "Oh that's great! *slams adoption form on the table* "It's you. sign here." I will say she does become more confident in herself over time under his influence but is still mostly shy.

Both Poppy and Holly were born with their mother's long hair. But Holly didn't like it so when she was 7 she cut it off. It's a long story. Everyone was shocked! Sparrow liked it saying it looked cool and now he won't have any trouble telling them apart.

Dec 1: Ok so I thought that the long-haired twin was Poppy and the other was Holly. And personally, I like my way better. So long hair is poppy and short hair is holly. Also Poppy is older. My Poppy is the older mature twin while my Holly is rebellious and a troublemaker. They like blossom and buttercup. I also haven't seen any of the web episodes so don't judge me if I get something wrong!

Episode idea (season 2): The twins Poppy and Holly Rider (In my reboot version their last name isn't O'hair. I think it's dumb. sorry not sorry.) have a fight over Sparrow. They both have a crush on him. But it's not what you think. (not anymore. They see him as a brother again like before.) All three of them are childhood friends. Their father is his hero lol. They grew up together! They went on crazy adventures when they were kids! He always took the fall for them if something went wrong! Robin Hood likes them. He and Engene are friends. He and Lance used to be a part of his merry crew. Until they turn to a full life of crime. Eugene calls him 'son' a lot. Lance loves the girls to death. Their his nieces! And angry and Catalina's godmothers. "Listen, son, If so much as hurt my girls in any way I will find you. *points to max* You see him? That is the best horse in the whole world. He has caught thousands of criminals and put them away. He loves those girls. He will find you and we will make you pay." Lance said all of that lol. E: "Lance come on! Back off. I'm sorry about him. *whispers* But he's not kidding. And neither am I." Anyway, the episode starts with the twins in their room on their beds on opposite sides of the room. *Both of them sigh dreamily while looking at photos of Sparrow* *At the same time* P: "He's so dreamily!" H: "He's so hot!" *both of them look up at each other and laugh* P: "So? *smirking* who's the lucky guy?" H: *also smirking* "Well I could ask the same." P: "Well my guy is really funny." H: "Well my guy is really strong." P: "Me and him have known each other for a long time. H: "Same! Me and him have a lot in common. H: "Same! He's really talented on the guitar." P: "So is mine!" H: "Oh my fairy dust!" H: "What if they know each other!" P: "He does have a lot of friends!" H: "So does mine!" P: *squeals* "Ok! I can't wait any longer! Say at the same time?" H: "I'm not sure. I'm worried about how you'll react. You might be shocked." P: *takes her hand* (they got up from their beds as they were comparing Sparrow) "Honestly me too. But you know I'll support you. Your my sister. And I know whoever the guy is the luckiest guy in the world." H: "Thank Sunny. (that's her nickname for Poppy! Eugene calls Rapuzenl sunshine so Holly calls Poppy sunny!) H: "Ok! I'm ready! P: "Alright! On 3." P/H: 1, 2, 3... SPARROW! WHAT?! YOU?! YOU LIKE HIM?! SPARROW'S YOUR CRUSH?!

To be continued... MWHAAAA!

#ever after high #if it got a reboot #espiode idea #poppy o'hair #holly o'hair #sparrow hood #meeshell mermaid

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dairy-farmer · 2 years

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Your brutim is so on point! All the delicacy I enjoy from these two.. their similar ways of thinking, sturbon yet empathetic nature, sort of naive vision due to resorceful upbrinigng, hubris of rich boys who get used to the world bend as their wish. They are detectives with keen eyes but almost blind to Their own feelings. Tim being such an loyal, obedient sidekick with noble heart AND acts like caretaker of his own mentor too? 😂 I love them being each other's mommy-daddy even without realizing what they are doing. Thats why I love your Roman Charity work so much! It's so believable! Tim would definitley force himself to lactate to save Bruce, his batman from starving. And if bruce acts like sturbon nine-year-old again by refusing profer diet and nap schedule? He would bribe him with omegan milk while faking scolding stone face lol. But on bruce's part... when tim having his life outside of robin duty, bruce is so pathetic, secretly throwing tantrums like 10. I just LOVE how bruce crashed tims date multiple times 😂 Your thread about this pathetic bruce who misses his own sex therapy with little timmy who valunteered without hasistation IS SO GOOD. I read it over and over, its short, but has so much potential!! Do you have any wip or plot for similar idea? I would love to hear about it... 👀

(PS. English is not my first language, so anything misconveyed or lost in translation is on me)

thank you so much!!! i'm so happy you enjoy my characterizations of them both!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ it really means so much!!!!

the thread you mentioned here in your submission is definitely one of my favorites!!! (and sorry about the confusion!! i know that the ask button on my tumblr might be a little difficult to spot especially since it can be confused by the submission box right next to it!!) i hope you don't mind but i combined your ask with another one that also expressed interest in tim's 'catch and release' program au!!!

i don't have a full length fic in the works but i do have some thoughts!!!

i love the dynamic of one where bruce is this emotionally needy and dependent person who DOES feel better when he's around tim and especially when he's fucking tim!

tim, on the other hand, willingly spreads his legs for bruce because he can see it helps him. it makes bruce less violent and less angry, allowing bruce to fuck his pussy and cum deep inside him is something that genuinely works so he keeps doing it!!

the only catch is...tim's not all that into bruce. tim is attracted to boys his age, who share his interests. he's at that age where he's fascinated with boys in leather jackets, who ride skateboards, who have tattoos, who smoke, who have piercings. tim likes stoners, bad boys- all the kinds of boys TV tries to scare you away from.

he also likes boys like his friends. one's that like scifi movies, and wizards and warlocks, boys he meets in chatrooms that like talking about detective novels and unsolved mysteries.

tim likes and is attracted to those boys. he fucks bruce because it's his job and it helps. he's robin for the exact same reason.

bruce has crows feet and wrinkles. he spends all day in uncomfortable suits and he fucks tim just a little too hard. enough that his cervix throbs in protest afterward. but tim never says anything because he's supposed to let bruce fuck him the way he likes.

so when bruce starts getting better (less violent and homicidal, starts coming home less injured) tim absolutely delegates less time to bruce!!

before, tim used to fuck bruce at minimum once a day. it usually ended up more like three or four. but now that bruce's condition and mental state have improved - tim only fucks him three or four times a week.

tim starts accepting dates with boys again. he messages boys he finds attractive online and sends photos of himself to them. photos of his pretty little tits, pictures of his soft, pink cunt.

sexting.

that's what bruce calls it when he catches tim reclined on his bed and taking a photo of himself in his underwear. it's not even the worst photo tim's ever sent but bruce makes him delete them as well as delete all the boys in his contacts he was sending them to.

tim whines about it, kicking up a fuss about it. but a week later he messages them all again.

bruce is harsh sometimes, telling tim that no he can't go out on a date because they have patrol. no, he can't spend the night at the house of a boy he met online! absolutely not!

tim doesn't understand why bruce acts like this.

he tells tim he's just being an adult but tim's parents had never acted like this. they hadn't cared if one of tim's friends spent the night in his room or if he spent the night in theirs. when tim had asked to get on birth control they hadn't even hesitated to drive him to a doctor.

either way. tim finds away to go out any way because sometimes bruce is softer.

sometimes he's quiet as he asks tim to stay in tonight or to join him in bed, please. but bruce fucks tim really hard when he gives in and tim doesn't want to be all, sore, messy, and sweaty for his date so he promises bruce each time - when i come back, alright?

we can have sex when i come back i promise.

but then...well...tim forgets sometimes.

his tits are sore from getting sucked on and his pussy is filled to the brim with hot cum courtesy of a boy that works at the pretzel stand in the mall that tim's had a huge crush on for a long time.

most of the time bruce is already asleep anyway so tim just breathes a sigh of relief and rolls into bed, sticking his fingers into his wet, used cunt and humming with satisfaction at the thickness inside him.

tim does remember sometimes though. when bruce pesters him too much. on patrol. in the batmobile. in the cave. in the manor.

tim gives in sometimes just to get him to stop asking.

he moans just like how bruce likes, clenches down on the cock inside him and feels as bruce groans against his cheek, rutting hard and fast into his little cunt.

but it's like giving a dog a treat. as soon as tim gives bruce just a little taste he comes back begging for more.

sometimes tim lets him play with his body for awhile.

tim will be lying on the couch reading a magazine and bruce will come in and lift up tim's skirt to expose his underwear. he'll push tim's legs onto his shoulders and lick him through his underwear for a while before pushing the fabric aside and fucking his tongue into tim's twitching insides.

it doesn't feel bad per se....

tim does like when bruce's tongue traces his sensitive clit until it's throbbing. but it's hard to ignore that it's bruce between his legs. bruce's hands are hard and calloused. tim likes the feeling of softer hands. bruce eats him out with military precision, intent on making tim feel good. tim likes it sloppier. boys hardly know what to do with pussies so tim likes sitting on their faces or pressing their heads between his legs and teaching them how to do it just the way he likes. wrapping his fingers into their hair and directing them while tim rolled his pussy against their faces.

eventually, tim would get just too grossed out at bruce's old man slobber getting on his kitty and push him away.

he'd be met by a hurt and disappointed look and tim would assure him that it was good but it just wasn't working for tim.

in the showers after patrol bruce would try his luck again. rubbing his hard cock against tim's back, pressing his thick fingers inside and scissoring tim's cunt as bruce ground closer in anticipation. tim feels a bit of pity and lets bruce rut against his wet folds, trying to convince himself to get into it but it just...doesn't work. so tim pushes him away citing tiredness.

but bruce is persistent (or desperate). even when they're sparring bruce will tug tim close and hump him like he's the family dog going to town on a stuffed animal. tim lets him, just the stuffed animal does. tim lets bruce cup his pussy and squeeze his butt. bruce lays open-mouthed kisses on tim's braless tits separated by a very thin shirt. but tim still can't get aroused for it so he pushes him away, promising bruce they'll fuck at night but right now they're training.

it's not that tim leads bruce by the nose ALL the time. sometimes bruce does keep his promise. (he needs to keep bruce's temperament in check after all)

sometimes tim even surprises bruce.

when bruce picks him up from school tim will thank him with a blow job. gently suckling the head and then bobbing up and down until bruce pushes his head all the way down to the root, groaning as he cums in tim's mouth.

tim licks him clean and bruce is content the rest of the day.

after a particularly hard day, tim will climb on bruce's lap and ride him until the stress of the day melts away and he can sleep.

time DOES like bruce. he cares for him a lot too.

he just...doesn't like fucking bruce.

it feels good! it always feels good! bruce knows how to make him cum really good! but tim's only doing this until bruce is well enough.

so maybe tim gets...a little distracted. bruce had started fucking him harder and deeper after he caught tim texting a boy under the pillows while bruce was inside him (which tim apologized for!).

tim does get into it sometimes. he likes sex so it's not a hard mindset to settle into. the hard part is liking sex with bruce.

so tim goes on his dates, hooksup and fucks until his pussy is throbbing with aches. he notices bruce is acting just a bit more violent, a little more hostile in the intervals of time where tim is putting him off more.

so tim starts putting out more.

laying on his back, getting on his front, riding bruce, sucking his cock.

he reinforces it with praise, telling bruce he's doing a good job.

and it...doesn't work perfectly.

so tim dedicates more of his time to bruce, hugging and kissing him. he stops going out on dates because he needs to fuck bruce steady again. he can't text boys back because bruce wants tim to suck his cock for hours.

it's a hassle not being able to see the boys he likes but bruce takes priority. between him and them, bruce wins out every time.

and about a week into their marathon fucking it bruce seems to realize that when tim is lying on his chest and tracing shaps into his skin with a finger while they're both naked on the couch. a movie is playing on the screen and bruce is idly stroking tim's sweaty back while his cock is buried deep into tim's cunt.

they've both already cum but bruce is keeping his cock inside to keep the mess of cum plugged inside.

tim's not looking at bruce's face. he doesn't see this...dawning expression of realization. doesn't see how bruce's brows furrow in thought. and he certainly doesn't see the pensive expression of bruce thinking, considering, and planning.

maybe if tim had seen it he would've been more protective of his birth control and not kept it in bruce's bedside drawer.

because the thing is that tim is someone who takes responsibility for his mistakes. if he messes up then it's on him to fix it.

only that bruce doesn't want him to.

tim is in high school and pregnant with the baby of a man twice his age. tim took the test nearly six times to confirm before informing bruce.

he needed someone to drive him to a clinic afterall.

but then...bruce gets this look on his face. this gentle surprise was followed by the slow creep of a smile. not the condescending type of smile tim has come to know.

that night is the first-night bruce returns to the cave without a single injury.

and that's....that's not a small thing. because tim has been working with bruce for almost a year, he still hasn't been given the go-ahead to become robin. he's still in training and he can't be out there to watch bruce's back so more often than not bruce returns injured.

until the night tim told him he was pregnant.

tim listened through coms, he watched through the camera of bruce's cowl and...something in his chest stuttered.

because that was batman. not the angry hurting one that had been lashing out at himself and everyone- that was batman.

and tim...tim's always been a smart kid. he can see things and instantly understand what's happening so when he sees bruce's performance dramatically increase after the news its...

tim knows the score. he understands better than most people what the tenuous peace and justice that batman brings to justice means.

and tim was prepared to make every sacrifice to make sure batman remained that hope and symbol the city needed.

he was going to be robin to help bruce, but if this does as well....

tim doesn't mind plans shifting or changing. it's about batman. it's always been about batman and if this is what does it, if this is what works then...

he'll do it.

tim will do it.

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