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My goat 🥹 But yes you can kiss two greasy old men <3

No tw’s for this one, I am literally the fluff final boss. Just some domestic fluff!

Postal Dude 2 & 4 x Cook reader

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You three had been planning this for a while. A dinner date, despite how long you have had your hands full dealing with both of them. Yet somehow someway the two of them had managed to agree on this, a dinner date! You were making burgers as the two of them sorted plates and cutlery on the table, “So rock paper scissors for who gets dessert first or what?” D2 or R2-D2 as you’d call him occasionally as a joke, he’d call you a nerd for it. But you would see how his grin about it sometimes.

“You always cheat-” P4, was a little more on the calmer side. This didn’t mean he wasn’t a douche, he and P2 would always see who could win you over the most. You found it a little funny, “Cheating how? I’m just that good at it.” Even while you were cooking you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, out of a loving annoyance. The sizzles of your cooking filled the air, causing the both of them to pause momentarily savoring the smell.

“So now the both of you pause for food?” Both of them were horrible cooks, they’d say so themselves. They’d never had anything like your cooking before. It was something that was almost unheard of in Paradise. Not as if it was much of one with how there was hardly any good restaurants and even when there was they didn’t last for long.

After the burgers had finished cooking you let the two add whatever they wanted to theirs, yours was well thought through. Always you had a set order of which ingredients you wanted in particular. What was a burger if it wasn’t specifically crafted to what you wanted? Pushing over a stand of your hair you placed the last touch on your burger, admiring your hard work before sitting down at the table.

Both of them followed suit, this is before scolding you for sitting down before them. Making you stand up before sitting back down and pushing your chair towards the table. Now that you all were seated you began to dig in, your fingers were covered in either grease or sauce. They didn’t mind, as they both were creating quite the mess while eating too. Later on they would 100% have the best time of their lives cleaning off your face. In return you’d do the same for them, it was one of the small gestures you would do.

“This is the best thing I’ve ever eaten-” Turning to each other they both tried to jinx each other before you could interrupt, “Jinx. You both owe me a soda.” Laughter filled the room and you couldn’t help but wish you did this a little sooner with how well they were getting along with each other. Soon after you all finished eating they refused to let you do the dishes, saying that you had done enough work. So you went to go sit down on the couch and watch tv while you waited for them.

Flipping through the channels you didn’t really find anything interesting, but ended up settling over some shitty horror movie. Who knows, maybe it actually was good? Hearing the sound of the sink stop the both of them sunk into the couch next to you, P2 on your left and P4 on your right. Closing in on you they both pressed soft kisses to the side of your face, showering you with a bit more of appreciation for your cooking.

Naturally you couldn’t help but give in before kissing the both of them back by pressing a kiss on each of their lips. Wrapping their arms around you, you all stayed on the couch huddled up against each other. Watching the horror movie you had found on a random channel. You wouldn’t replace today for anything and from the small commentary they had about the movie, they wouldn’t replace today for anything either.

Basically, itrapped x reader PLEASE HEAR ME OUT

Ok so, reader would have an unrequited crush on chance but obvious they would reject them and Itrapped would comfort them because itrapped loves them.

ALSO I want the reader to have a flat chest and be hella insecure Abt it (totally not self projecting WHAT WHO SAID THAT)

BUT HONESTLY YOU CAN DO WHATVER YOU WANT IDC HIIII I HOPE YOULL HAVE AN AWESOME DAY DIVA

Heyyyyy, currently in a bit of pain- But I have nothing better to do! So imma write, so I hope u enjoy this :]

Tw) Hurt comfort, unrequited love, rejection, and body insecurity. But of course yet again eventual fluff <3

Insecure reader x Itrapped

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✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . You clutch your sweater, it’s soft yarn being a barrier of warmth. But also one of protection, as with the mass of layers you put on today they were the only thing that gave your body volume. The late night air kept outside cold, as just a few minutes ago you and Chance were out. You’d tried to tell him how you felt today, you knew that it wouldn’t have gone anywhere. As the words of his rejection rang through your head, “I’m sorry but you’re more of a friend to me. I can’t date you, I’d only hurt your feelings.” Using one of your long sleeves you brushed a stray tear from your eye, you’d been sniffling about it a little by the pier. At least the waves crashing against the pier seemed to clear your thoughts, the sounds were familiar. You’d sit out here a lot when you’d have bad days like this, not as if you had anything better to do right now. You had a few hours till the pier closed, so you would make the most of it while you sat against the bench that gave you the usual view of the ocean you’d stare at.

Too bad your phone was dead or you’d probably listen to your playlist. Or take pictures of the view, but for now you’d settle just for soaking in nature. With the same sea birds you’d see by the pier were wandering around, at times earlier in the morning people would feed them bread. You included, they were smart, maybe too smart as one time one of them had recognized you and snagged a piece of bread out of your usual bag of bread leftovers you fed them.

If on cue one of them glanced at you for a split second before flying away, the sun was setting. After all the sun was setting and you would have taken this as a sign to go home, but you didn’t feel like going home. Nor did you really want to go home, knowing that all you’d see were pictures of you and Chance. Sitting here you were trying to let it go, your brain stubbornly wouldn’t let you forget what happened.

Footsteps made their way against the creaky boards of the pier, you were far too tired to bring energy to look over to see who it was. Yet you could smell something, silk, incense, and soft lilac flowers. “I was texting you but I should have guessed that your phone was dead. You always respond.” His voice softly cut through the quietness of the air and the faint caw of birds, before he sat next to you on the bench. Not too close, not too far. Around the right amount of space for you to reach out to him or come closer if you felt like it.

“I had a feeling that something was wrong. Earlier today you texted me before you went out with Chance.” Itrapped’s words were more like a statement than anything else, he didn’t ask any questions on how it went. Taking note as to how you were slouched against the bench and practically sinking into your sweater. It’s sleeves that were slightly damp from you sniffing earlier and with how he was on the bench, it wouldn’t have been that hard to smell the salt from the tears.

“You know that you can tell me anything right?” He’d slightly adjust the cuffs of his sleeves, a habit of his. One that you had seen him do countless of times. Nodding you took a little bit of effort into looking over at him, you had never seen him concerned like this. Disregarding the fact that you couldn’t see his eyes at all, you knew that he had a sharp grudge in his eyes against Chance. This maybe being for more than one reason, although mostly because of you.

Slowly you shifted over closer to him and almost instantly he opened his arms, allowing you to bury your face into his shoulder. His hands brushed through your hair, carefully looping through each piece as he let you cry it out. Ignoring how much this shirt cost, that being the least of his concern right now. Your feelings being way more important to him than any price tag. “When you’re ready I’ll walk you home.”

I swear, I felt so tempted to just make this angst all together. But yk! U can be happy, today..

Tw) Eddie himself is his own warning, dark themes, dead dove, mature themes, obsessive behavior, psychotic behavior, mention of killings, murder, gore, obsession, mutual pinning. Eventual fluff, felt cute might delete later.

Plus sized reader x Eddie Gluskin

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Being stuck in a metal locker wasn’t exactly on your calendar this week but it wasn’t as if you were complaining. Eddie had apologized for how he’d acted before, saying that it was simply that he’d ached for you ever since he’d saw you. Though, it wasn’t as if you needed the apology, you’d liked him despite it. Peering through the small slits of the locker you couldn’t help but be curious as to what he was up to. And with this curiosity, you soon got a glimpse of what most people would take as a sign to run. Yet instead you watched in awe, as he sawed his way through his newest victim. The metal sliced through their flesh with delicate cuts, covering the once clean blade with drips of blood. While he shaped them into what he’d longed for so long.

With their eyes peering at him you were sure that by this point that he knew you were watching him. As he soon changed his mind about this person, driving their face into the saw on the table. Not questioning it in the slightest, allowing their face to mush on the saw till they were nothing more than scattered pieces of matter. While waiting for what would possibly happen to you, you couldn’t help but doze off a tad. Earlier he’d exposed you to sleeping gas, so why not take a nap before you’d be moved again. If anything he’d probably take it as a sign to move you, to finally have the chance to sink his hands into your soft curves as he unraveled you as the gift, he saw you as.

Once you opened your eyes again you were tied onto the table, your arms bound to the wooden planks with rope. It would have been too hard to break from the restraints and to move away from where the saw was, but you accepted it as is. Allowing him to do as he pleased, in a way he was hesitating. He’d never hesitated this much before, how could he allow himself to ruin the soft crafted skin of his darlings body. This regret only continued to skin in as the saw got closer to your body. Not as if you were really paying attention as your eyes were on him and him only. Well outside of the occasional glance at the limbs that were strewn across hooks, some still fresh and dripping with blood as your mind was clouded with Eddie.

He couldn’t bear the idea of such a thing happening to you any longer, so he cut you from the restraints. His arms gripping the soft tissue of your legs as he moved you out of harms way. Clutching you to his chest as if to defend you from the saw, glaring at it as he thought of how badly he might have hurt you and your pudgy body.

“I’m so sorry my love.. A husband has to keep his wife out of harms way. It’d be improper of me to have let that happen to you.” His voice softened as he spoke to you, nuzzling the side of your neck. You’d let him, as you hadn’t doubted him in the slightest. Despite the fact that just hours ago that he’d easily cut apart and sawed away at some random guy’s head. For you on the other hand he seemed to hold some form of doubt, this easily being in your favor, why not give into the possibility of being pampered?

“I know, no need to worry about it. I’m fine after all, I know you wouldn’t let anything happen to me.” Nuzzling back against him in return, a small smile rising to his face in return. Those blue eyes meeting your eyes in a matching soft smile. Your admiration for him made him feel giddy, eager even to seal your bond with a ring. To finally marry his bride here and now, but with the fact that he’d almost ruined your soft curves and rolls of your stomach he couldn’t forgive himself for how he’d acted beforehand.

Almost instantly he’d gotten ideas of how he’d make it up to you and why not start with a new look. His wife deserved nothing but the best clothes, he could take your measurements and put together the best pieces of fabric for your perfect body. He could unravel you like a gift all over again and even have even more of an excuse to dress you up in different outfits. “What would you think about me making you better clothes? After all you deserve nothing but the best after I almost ruined this soft skin of yours.”

“Sure, id love it. You’re too good to me.” You practically jumped for joy at the idea of him getting your measurements for outfits that were catered to you specifically. All he’d done earlier was put in the past, you were too busy now thinking of what your dress for the wedding day would look like. Alongside the outfits you’d describe for him, while the two of you had another conversation in eye contact.

He’d carry you off in his arms to prepare for spoiling his darling wife, who he would soon have the pleasure of marrying.

I will write soon I swearrr, procrastination is kicking my ass-

So far I have a rough draft of only 137 words, cough cough but I will be writing more now that I am finally free from being employed <3