#also I did not proofread this so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[nin-twst]

Yu and the Three Mers - Part 1

Part 1 - Floyd - As Yu tries to find some peace at the Mostro Lounge, a bored eel barges in and whisks her away. At least she was able to finish her work before she was taken...

A/N: Happy MerMay! I've always wanted to do something but I never had the right motivation... Now I have the Octotrio! There will be a total of three parts (I think that's pretty obvious,,,) so be on the look out!

for the title, I tried to make a "mer" pun out of musketeers but it wasn't working so i gave up and just left it as is lmao

**fyi, the yu in this (the one from my main fic) is afab and agender, so they don't really care about what people identify them as. so just some context for stuff that happens later: everyone thinks yu is a guy because of the way they act, but yu tends to refer to themselves as female. in all honesty, they just don't care**

have fun <3

“Shrimpy~!” Floyd pounced, landing square on her back. “Let’s go have some fun!”

Yu looked up from her assignment. She was currently finishing up translating an essay from Sam in the Mostro Lounge, wanting to escape the distractions that were the first-years. As much as she loved them, they had no concept of self-control, and they never notice when her stress levels are getting too high to deal with their level of energy. Instead of lashing out at them, she secludes herself in different spots, spending much needed time to herself as she cooled down.

Floyd continued to lean his body weight on her as she kept silent. “C’mon, Shrimpy~! We gotta hurry before Azul comes and yells at us again!”

“Us?” Yu raised an eyebrow, going back to her work so she could at least try and finish it before the ell dragged her off to who knows where. “Why would he yell at the both of us? I’m a paying customer right now, you know.”

He pouted. “Ah, who knows what goes on in that octopus brain of his! He’s always so strict and mean. Now hurry up and get up so we can go! Hurry!”

She opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it. Instead, she just poked his shoulder. “I can’t get up with this giant eel weighing me down.”

His eyes lit up and he grabbed her from the waist, hauling her body over his shoulder. “Finally!”

From her position, she caught Jade’s attention. Once they made eye contact, she shouted, “Watch my stuff for me, please!”

The other eel simply nodded his head, waving at her as she was pulled away from her planned peaceful afternoon.

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They wandered around the campus aimlessly, Floyd occasionally picking a fight with passing students. Yu just looked the other way. Wow, look at these flowers on the side of the path! How pretty! Maybe she could pick some to give to Jade later as thanks for watching her stuff. Nah, he probably wouldn’t want these. Maybe she can check Sam’s shop for some mushrooms?

“Shrimpy, I’m done! Let’s go!”

Yu turned back around, ignoring the mess of bodies on the floor. Catching up with the eel, she took out a napkin, tapping his shoulder. “Lean down for a bit. You got some stuff on your face.”

“Hm?” Despite his mischievous expression, he complied, leaning down so Yu could reach his face. 

There wasn’t much blood, but it was enough to cause some concern, especially on someone like Floyd. Once clean, she patted his head. “Alright, we can go now.”

Floyd hummed, taking her hand in his and swung their arms as they continued to amble around the campus. As they wandered, a sudden idea popped into her head.

“Hey Floyd,” Yu questioned. “How about visiting the beach?”

“The beach?!” He exclaimed. “Is Shrimpy going to swim with me?”

She shrugged. “If you want. I’ve never swam in the ocean before, though.”

“I’ll teach you!” His expression suddenly dropped. “Oh. We can’t go.”

“Hm?”

“We need the Headmaster’s approval to leave campus.”

“Oh,” Yu smirked. “I can deal with that. Do you wanna go?”

Floyd just returned her smirk. “What is Shrimpy up to now, hm~?”

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“No,” Crowley crossed his arms.

“You’ve let me go before,” Yu mirrored his actions. “It’s only the beach.”

He pointed a finger at her companion, who stood just outside the door. “He just beat up a bunch of freshmen! Why didn’t you stop him??”

“The flowers caught my attention.”

“For ten minutes?!”

She glared at him. “Yeah, like how it’s taking half a year to give me the reward you promised me after dealing with Savanaclaw.”

That silenced Crowley. Even with his mask, one could tell that he was sweating. 

“Fine,” he sighed. “Just come back before midnight.”

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It’s been a while since she’s been to the ocean, even in her old world. The salty breeze passed through her hair as she took in the setting sun in front of her. She wished she brought the ghost camera with her; what kind of images would it project? If it was just her and her mind, she could disassociate to the sound of the waves for a long time.

If.

Sadly, she wasn’t alone, and said person wasn’t one to leave her alone. 

Floyd grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the water. “Let’s go for a swim! I borrowed this potion from Azul so we can go under the water for a long time!”

“Borrow?” How do you borrow a potion? It’s not like you can give it back…

Oh.

“Whatever!” He shoved the opening of the bottle into her mouth. “Drink so we can swim together!”

Drinking the stolen goods, Yu took off her shirt and wrapped her phone in it, leaving it slightly hidden in the sand in case someone came by. It didn’t seem like this beach got much traffic, but it was better to be safe than sorry. 

“Woah,” Floyd commented. “Is this why you didn’t swim with your friends?”

“Hm?” Yu glanced down at her chest. She had asked Sam for some swimming clothes, but all he could get was a wetsuit.  “Oh. No, I just had stuff to do.”

He giggled, circling around her to give her a hug. “Wah~... So Shrimpy’s been a girl this whole time, huh?”

“I guess. It doesn’t really matter to me.” She pinched the hand that was squeezing her breast. “Hey. You probably shouldn’t do that. That’s called sexual harassment.”

He tilted his head. “Huh? But I thought you said it doesn’t matter.”

“To me, yeah.” She let his wandering hands rest on her waist. “I don’t really care about my gender or whatever, but other girls do. You should be careful if you want to squeeze them. It would be like… squeezing their tails?”

It seemed the improvised comparison worked, his eyebrows scrunching in disgust. “Oh, ew. Okay, I’ll be more careful from now on.”

In no time, Yu was dragged into the water, pulled far from the shore by the fast eel. It took a while for her to adjust, but the moment she opened her eyes, she left behind any regrets she had about this trip. At first, she was just going along with Floyd and his antics so he didn't direct his frustration at her. She’s seen many kids act like him back in her old world, and she knew each kid needed to be dealt with differently. Yu hadn’t been around Floyd long enough, so she hadn’t learned how to deal with his mood swings yet. Picking fights with the other students, being too touchy, ignoring everyone else’s responsibilities to do whatever he wants… She turned a blind eye to his actions. (It helped that the freshmen were talking shit about her, he tends to show he cares through his actions, and it was about time for a break from all the work she had been doing. Sitting down for five hours straight was probably not good on her spine.)

She feels a little bad for ignoring him, but what could she do? She needed to focus on Azul and his impending doom, so the tweels got pushed to the side for their boss’s sake. Now that that was all done and taken care of, Yu had been avoiding the Lounge because, to be completely honest, she didn’t have the energy to deal with the two of them. If anything, she’s glad that Floyd is the one bothering her, since he’s a lot easier to read than his brother. 

“Hello~?” A finger repeatedly tapped her forehead, snapping her out of her thoughts. “Anyone in there?”

“Oh, sorry.” She rubbed the spot where she was poked. “What did you say?”

He hummed, circling around Yu. “Nothing~. You were making a funny face earlier, but now I’m bored. Wanna race?”

She scoffed. “Uh- no? I’m definitely going to get lost if you swim ahead of me. How far out are we, anyways?”

The eel just shrugged, lacing their fingers together as he resumed pulling her along to wherever he was going. They probably weren’t that far from shore, right? They’ve only been in the water for…

“Hey, Floyd. How long have we been swimming?”

Instead of answering, a smile started to grow on his face.

“Floyd? You do know that this potion doesn’t last-”

“Why should I tell you? We can just stay here until-”

Yu held up a hand, expression becoming serious. “Name your price. What do I have to do in order for you to swim us back to the beach so I don’t die?”

“Hm…” He had let go of her arm and was now circling her again. “I dunno. What are you gonna give me?”

“If I ever cook with Jade again I can give you a mushroom-free dish.”

“Hm…”

“And make Azul’s extra mushroom-y.”

“Deal!”

Yu knew the eel was holding back when they first got into the water, but nothing could ever prepare her for the speed at which Floyd swam at. It took no time at all to get back to shore so they could resurface. With how fast they were going, Yu wondered how far out they actually were. (According to all of her math knowledge, pretty far, but there was no need to process that knowledge right now.)

As she waited for Floyd to gain his legs again, she checked her phone. It was definitely darker than when they first went under, but Yu could never instinctively tell based on just the sky. It was about three when they left… Take away five… Carry the two…

“How long was that potion supposed to last again?”

Floyd brushed off his pants as he stood up, his potion finally taking effect. “Um… I think Azul said those ones were five hours.”

Five… 

“Holy shit I almost died.” There was one minute left until they hit the five hour mark. “Floyd, what the hell? Do you want me to die?”

“That would make things interesting, wouldn’t it?” He smiled at her, his sharp teeth showing.

Instead of answering, she picked up her stuff and swiftly left, heading towards the mirror back to Night Raven College. Floyd just laughed, chasing after her. “What’s wrong, Shrimpy? Wait up!”

“No thanks!” Yu threw over her shoulder. “I don’t want to die today!”

“Eh~? You wouldn’t have died! I had an extra potion with me!”

“You were an eel! You had no pockets!”

“Oh right. Whoops!”

As Yu passed through the mirror, she briefly turned back, a soft smile dancing on her lips. It seemed that Floyd was in a better mood. She could tell that something was bothering him earlier, but she didn’t think they were close enough where she could pry.

“Caught ya!” Floyd picked her up on the other side of the mirror with a twirl. “Where’s my little shrimp running off to? You owe me dinner, remember?”

Yu didn’t even try to struggle out of his grip. “Dinner?”

“Eh?” He pouted. “We made a deal and all! Man, maybe this is why Azul writes down all his contracts…”

“Oh.” She didn’t expect him to cash that in this early. “I didn’t know you wanted to do it today.”

He just smiled, walking towards the Octavinelle dorms. “C’mon, I’m starving!”

Yu huffed, ruffling his hair as she let herself get thrown over the eel’s shoulder. “Okay, okay. I need to get my stuff, anyways.”

#my art #my writing #twisted wonderland #twst oc #floyd leech #i literally did this on a whim and now im committed #i might put this on ao3 in the future #im just lazy rn LOL #jade and azul coming soon ✌️ #yes it will be a continuous story #no it was not planned so we'll see how i can bring azul into this #also not proofread at all so there might be mistakes #oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[moe-moe-kyun]

Malicious Compliance- Throw in the Towel

Synopsis: A different ending for my fic 'Malicious Compliance,' where things get a lil hot n heavy ;)

Tags/Warnings: Explicit, smut, nudity, lucifer x reader, gender neutral reader, reader receiving, bottom lucifer, pet names (good boy, baby), i like my men desperate and submissive

Minors DNI!!!!!!

Notes: uhhh first time writing smut. i try not to describe readers sex characteristics in depth. not proofread and not the best but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

'They've known what they were doing this entire time,' the realization hits him as you slide farther back onto his lap. Lucifer's hands grip the armrests so hard his knuckles turn white.

The coy smile spreads greater across your face when your ass comes in contact with Lucifer's dick practically twitching in its confines. Just when it seemed you were about to grind against him, you stood. Relief flooded Lucifer's veins. How embarrassing this situation was- he prayed you would leave him with a shred of dignity and not acknowledge his arousal.

Unfortunately for him, your plans were much the opposite. You turned and positioned yourself to straddle the demon's lap. You kept your eyes on Lucifer's face even as the towel around your waist came undone and slid to the floor with a muffled crumpling. His blush deepened but he maintained eye contact.

Lucifer moved to stand, to remove you from your seat on his lap, to do something, but was halted in his tracks as you gently pushed him back against the seat.

"If you want me to get up, you have to ask nicely." Your voice was soft yet firm, and your demon clearly didn't know how to react. You watched his brain short circuit in real time and felt his cock jump against where it came into contact with your groin.

You provided him a moment of silence before speaking again, grabbing his chin to ensure he was looking you in the eye as you did so. "You also have to ask nicely if you want me to do anything else," smile continuing to bleed through your voice. Oh, to have the most powerful avatar of sin a blushing mess underneath you. It was truly a beautiful feeling.

"So? Do you have anything to say?"

"I- Please," Lucifer's voice had gained that desperate lilt. 'So pretty,' you thought.

At his plea you began grinding against his clothed erection, pulling sweet little moans from his lips. You bent down and left open mouthed kisses against his neck, unbuttoning his shirt just enough to expose his pectorals.

"Haah~" he moaned when you pinched a nipple, rubbing it between your thumb and forefinger.

You paused in your ministrations against his neck. "Good boy, Lucifer. You wanna start preppin' me, baby?"

Lucifer nodded, and you brought his fingers to your mouth and began to suck on them. Once thoroughly lubed with your spit, you released them for Lucifer to use on your hole. He started with one digit, gently pumping in and out as you ground down against his hand.

"Just like that," you whispered encouragement into his ear, small moans and panted breaths excaping your throat as he inserted a second, scissoring them to stretch you out.

You undid his belt, then the button and zipper, finally freeing his dick from his pants. It was red and swollen, weeping precum from how desperate you made him.

"So pretty for me, are you ready?" you asked, pumping him a few times to coat him with his arousal.

"Fuck- yes, MC," Lucifer was practically incoherent, and you hadn't even fucked him properly yet. 'Damn, how long's it been since he got laid?' you wondered.

With permission stated, you slid yourself down on his cock, both of you gasping at the sensation. Fuck, he filled you so nicely. You paused for a moment as you bottomed out, giving your demon a final chance to collect himself before you began bouncing vigorously on top of him.

Lucifer's hips bucked up into yours as you rode him, groans and moans coming from his lips as his head fell back against the chair.

"No," you pushed him down, "I'll tell you when you can fuck into me." He shut his eyes at the command, concentrating on keeping his own hips still as you continued chasing your own high atop the Morningstar. You kissed him, biting on his bottom lip to seek entrance, pushing your tongue into his mouth as reward for following orders.

It didn't take long for your legs to tire, your human stamina almost nothing compared to that of an ancient being. "Okay, baby, you can move," your words were gentle but halting as they stuttered with your breath.

Lucifer, ever your obedient demon, was quick to begin moving in time with the rhythm you had set. You moved in tandem, sucking on his neck and toying with his nipples as his cock slid in and out of your soaking hole.

The pleasure mounted, and you felt the coil deep in your stomach tighten. "Luci, 'm close," you murmured amongst pants and moans.

"Ah, MC, same, 'm gonna-"

"Cum with me, please, baby," and you clenched around him, eyes rolling back in your skull at the intensity of the orgasm. Lucifer came in time, cock shooting thick ropes of semen into you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

You rode out the orgasm, movements slowing as your breathing slowly came back to normal. Lucifer sat below, placing gentle kisses against your shoulder in between shuddering breaths, your hand tracing patterns against his back. The blissful silence continued, Lucifer cuddling into you even as his dick softened and slid out of you.

You spoke eventually, his quiet starting to concern. "Lucifer, are you okay?"

He simply nodded in response, a contented sigh escaping against your skin. You smiled, bringing your hand up to pet his head, a sweet whisper of 'good boy' parting your lips.

#lucifer x mc #lucifer x reader #lucifer x reader smut #obey me smut #obey me lucifer smut #fanfic #tag shit and live bill

[smuttysunny]

[ADA]Osamu Dazai NSFW Alphabet!

Genre: Smut

Synopsis: NSFW alphabet for our favourite bandaged suicidal maniac!

Contains: Overall GN reader, regardless of sex! Refrences to bdsm, public sex, pregnancy and breeding kinks, sex toys and more overall sexual stuff 😭🙏 there's way too much in here for me to list

Warnings: Not proofread‼️ English is also not my first language so there might be grammatical errors cuz despite me being fluent, i'm dumb asf!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Ngl... May seem a bit ooc but I imagine him actually being really sweet after sex, that is if you two are like together and not just a hook up or something lol. He'd praise you and tell you did so good and def help you clean up and take a bath/shower afterwards. Maybe even order food if you two feel up for it.

I imagine he'd also be pretty cuddly, holding you tightly as he nuzzles his face in your shoulder. Moments like these where he shows his vulnerability to someone yk?

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

On himself, probably his eyes or hands. He just loves looking at you and watching all your adorable reactions! And with his hands he, of course, gets to touch you anywhere and everywhere!

On you, the fav is either your face or thighs. Your face of course because of how it can twist and contort in pleasure! Again, he loves your reactions very much. As for thighs, he just loves grabbing and holding them, thin or thick, doesn't matter to him! He loves caressing them, kissing them, licking, biting, leaving hickeys on them, you name it! He also ADORES how your legs try to close when giving you head! Squishing him to death between your thighs truly seems like a great way to go!

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Cummin on you. This fucker definitely loves coating you in his cum. If you can get pregnant he'd definitely be against the idea of cumming in you if you're not using a condom, he is NOT ready for the responsibility of raising a kid, sorry breeding kink people.

But if you can't get pregnant then he's more than willing, he still prefers to see you coveres in his load tho, it's just hot to him, yk?

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I think he'd have a liking to purposefully walking in on you changing, just seems like the type of guy to ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh boy this man is def experienced from all the sleeping around he does 😭🙏 for all sexes too, not just afab ppl.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Following on from the hc from earlier, any position where he can see your face will have him satisfied! Although I don't think he'd be particularly picky, just would prefer to see your face.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

I'd imagine him to be quite silly while not ruining the mood, unless he's absolutely tired and done and needs something to let his frustrations out, ofc, but even then after he starts relaxing he'd def go back to his usual teasing and cracking jokes here and there!

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He'd do the bare minimum grooming 💀🙏 listen, he's too occupied living to really care about his hair down there but ig in some way the carpets would match the drapes because no matter how unkept he has his hair, it still looks shampoo commercial worthy so probably same thing down there aswell. Would occasionally give himself a trim tho, not fully unkempt.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

Depends on his mood and what it is. Quickie? Maybe less intimate as it's just meant to be a quick fuck but if it was proper sex at home he's def be on the more romantic side, unless again pouring his frustrations out on you, and even then, the way his eyes shine looking at you would still reveal the love he holds for you so <3

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

This cunt has the sex drive of a teen boy so he'd def be jerking off often, maybe like at least 2 or 3 times per week? Although he can hold himself back pretty well. I can also imagine him absolutely obliterating No Nut November just because he thought it'd be funny.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Can of worms... Which we will be disecting and studying as if its our finals hitting!

For starters, def maintained some of the less healthy kinks he had from his PM days like sadomasochism and gunplay, but at least now it's more of an overall roleplay/bdsm kink with no actual danger. Speaking of which he would LOVE to get tied up or tie you up, same for choking but more on the receiving end. Both giving and receiving for edging and orgasm denial too. Probably also has a big thing for being dominated; he doesn't mind domming but he'd absolutely LOVE to be stepped on and get his brains fucked out!

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He's shameless but not entirely. As far as he'd go is semi-public places like an alley or his car. As for favourite place, peobably the ADA office LMFAO particularly when it's empty because there's a risk of getting caught!

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

As mentioned previously, this guy has the sex drive of a horny teen so even the smallest touch could accidentally set him off.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would NEVER hurt his partner on purpose. Even for his more extreme kinks he'd make sure you're okay with it first and foremost before anything. Also ik dacryphillia is a big thing in these kinds of fics but if you ever started properly crying he'd stop IMMEDIATELY.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I think he'd prefer giving slightly more than receiving. He just loves being in between your legs, you know? And again, would love to get choked to death by your thighs <3

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends. If he's making love he'd 100% go slow and sensual, but if it's a quickie his pace would def be fast, a bit rough too but unintentionally! If he's fucking though... Walking privileges will 100% be lost from how rough he'd be lol

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He LOVES them. Legit cherishes them as if they're god's best gift to man, and to be honest to a man like him they sure are.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Seeing as how he'd be more than willing to fuck you in his car he'd def enjoy risks here and there, with consent of course(minus pregnancies goodness gracious, if you two are at it without a condom he'd immediately rush you to take your morning after pill afterwards). Again, he would never hurt his partner on purpose and if risks aren't your thing he'd be more than understanding

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

His stamina matches his horniness. If it were after him, he probably wouldn't stop till the sun rises so really it's up to his partner for how long sex will go lmfao

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Ohhh he'd love toys. Most likely owns a fleshlight for when you're not there to please him lolol

And don't feel left out! Because he'd love using toys on you too! Be it vibrators, dildos or something more obscure!

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

King of teasing™ will not miss a minute to joke about how desperate you are for him or any of the sort

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Loud but he does it on purpose just to add to his teasing. Also because he enjoys annoying the neighbors and if he'd doing it in a semi-public place, adds to the risk

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

Loves getting pegged.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As a non dick haver I actually had to search a bit for this bit-

Uhhh maybe just a little above average idk??? Maybe like 6.2 inches or smth? I o ly rlly have a vague image of him not really being too thick but making up for it in lenght so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I'll just leave this one up to your guy's imaginations 💖

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Already mentioned it like 5 times but omd he gets so horny so often you might aswell assume he's a rabbit

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Although I hc him to have slight insomnia because of depression, probably after sex is one of the only times he can actually fall asleep rather quickly. Just snuggle up to him nice and warm and he's out like a light in approximately 3 minutes. And he def sleeps like a log too lmfaooo

#bsd smut #dazai smut #osamu dazai smut #bsd x reader smut #dazai osamu smut #dazai osamu x reader smut #dazai x reader smut #osamu dazai x reader smut #sunnyzfics

[death-threats]

Hi @death-threats!!!! I love your Law fanfic OMG THEY WERE BOTH SO GOOD!!!!! Can I please request NFSW Law x Female Reader. Where Law was embarrassed at first about Reader not covering up her hickies but then it becomes prideful. Until it disappears so of course he has to give her a new one.

Marked. - Trafalgar Law x f!reader

CW: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! hickies, fluffy sex, not proofread ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Thank you so much for reading my stuff! I appreciate you! Also, I hope this is okay! ♡

You had barely stepped out of the shower and were dried off before he declared it was time. His fingers ran along your curves and your skin shivered in response. You had come to eagerly anticipate this moment. He had you lay down on the bed, his beautiful tattooed hands making their path in careful strokes that took your breath away and had you trembling in a way you knew was needed for moments like this.

Law stood back for a moment, the outlines of your body glowing with the heat of the passion that was shared between the two of you. He smiled and allowed his finger to trace the hickeys he had left behind, his lips following in precision of a route he seemed to conquer in seconds. The chiseled nude contours of his body ran alongside your curves as if it was simply made to be there. He was the missing puzzle piece that came in the form of the captain of the Heart Pirates.

He seemed proud of what he had left behind, knowing he had marked you in his own way. Soon though, his eyes were filled with a new kind of hunger. He wanted to replace what he had done, creating something new and fresh that no one else had seen except you. Law feathered his lips across your neck, his tongue tracing the fading hickeys as he created new ones in their place.

His hands roamed your body as his mouth continued to do its work, your pleasure enveloping you completely. When his lips moved away from your body, you opened your eyes and saw the unmistakable trails of pink and purple where his love had just been. You couldn't help but smile, your heart filling with warmth as you remembered how good this felt. He eventually moved away from the bed and looked down at you.

"Spread your legs for me, beautiful." You did as he asked and he slowly sheathed himself within your plush wet walls. His normally neutral features were contorting into those of pure bliss at how you felt around him. He lifted your arms above your head and entwined his fingers in yours, holding you close as he began to pick up the pacing in his thrusts.

Quiet curses left his lips as the sound of skin slapping against skin rang out in your bedroom. Gasps, moans, grunts - all a symphony of ecstasy shared between you and your moody lover. It didn't take long for both of you to reach your peaks, him finishing before you but only by a matter of seconds. Law helped you cum like the generous lover he is, and he carefully pulled out of you to lay next to your quaking form. His eyes spoke volumes of love and desire that consistently left you wanting more.

He basked in the moment, giving you time to lie in the pleasure and pride you felt for allowing him to mark you in such a way. Eventually when he left the room to resume his work, you laid there, content in your knowledge that he would be back - always ready to replace those hickeys he left behind as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

#trafalgar law x y/n #law x y/n #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #one piece x reader

[roseianxiety]

Janus cant cook shit

Roceit Week 2023, Day 4: Comfort

Content Warning: Food mention

Author's Note: Ngl, i just recycled this lil thing. Idk if it relates to the prompt but meh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Hope y'all like it though!

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He was almost done writing his script, now all he had to do was proofread and revise and he will be done with it in no time. Roman just needed to add some extra dialogue and other details so it would be perfectly perfect. But it seems that destiny wouldn't let him do so when he suddenly heard a loud thud and clattering coming from the kitchen followed by a foul smell... was something burning!? Well, this is not good… he thought. He immediately got up from his chair and rushed to the kitchen to check out the situation there, but what greeted him on the other side made him stop dead on his track. He froze like a statue and just stared at the scene before him. 

“What the hell are you doing?” Roman asked incredulously as he watched his lover, Janus gingerly trying to put out a small fire that was raging in the pan on top of the stove, dumping a glass of water on it and completely extinguishing the fire before looking at Roman. And Roman had just noticed what Janus' current state was. He didn't have his bowler hat on and his hair was a mess, half covered with what looked like flour. The apron he was wearing was stained and dirtied and so were his clothes for some reason. 

"... hi. I was just, cooking you something, darling." Janus said nonchalantly, leaning close on the counter and batting their eyelashes at their boyfriend. "I might have made a slight mess in the kitchen though". They added sheepishly. 

" Jan... You almost burned down our kitchen." Roman sighed exasperatedly, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb. "And how did you even get that butter up the ceiling!?" He wondered aloud and pointed at the ceiling, where said butter was.

Janus blinked owlishly for a moment at him, "Magic?—".

Roman sighs again and approached his beloved, " Why are you even cooking? Not gonna lie, you suck at it.". That made Janus pause for a bit and he pouted at Roman, "Well, duh. Cooking isn't my thing... I was trying to do something for you." He says and Roman has to bite his lip to keep from smiling. It seemed like Janus did try to do something for him, but it seemed like they did not succeed at that. 

“You didn’t need to cook me anything," They said coyly fluttered their eyelashes once more, making Roman smile fondly. "You can, but next time, don't burn down the kitchen." He says as he gently places his hands on Janus' hips.

"You're starting to sound like Logan–"

"Oh shut up, bananaconda."

"But actually though, what were you trying to cook?" Roman added curiously, looking at Janus intently, his gaze softening a little. Janus looked away and blushed, hiding behind his hair.

"Oh... it's something you like," Janus replied with an almost shy smile. "I was trying to cook your favorite pasta. Had to ask Patton for the recipe."  They admitted sheepishly and Roman felt like melting on the spot. Janus wanted to cook him his favorite dish.  Well, he didn't know if he deserved this kind of treatment after everything. But then again, he couldn't help but think about it. Maybe Janus does care about him. 

"Goddamn, I love you." Roman blurts out as he stared lovingly at Janus who looked away again, embarrassed at Roman's sudden outburst but also happy. Roman leaned forward and kissed their cheek, "Come here, let's clean the kitchen then I can help you cook the pasta.". He murmured softly. 

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The aroma of marinara sauce filled the kitchen as it was heated up in a pan, Roman was stirring it carefully while Janus watched him like a lovestruck fool (which he indeed is). Roman hummed happily as he stirred the sauce while Janus stood right beside him. Roman glanced sideways at his beloved, "Are you just going to stand there and be pretty instead of giving me a hand?" Roman asked playfully. 

"Why yes~" Janus purred and wrapped his arm around Roman's waist to pull him closer, resting his chin on Roman's shoulder. "I love a man who can cook. And I absolutely adore seeing this side of you where you're not being loud and obnoxious, it feels surreal." He added with a teasing smile. Roman rolled his eyes but smiled anyway. 

"Are you trying to insult me, Janus?" Roman asks amused and turns off the burner before he turns towards Janus, placing their foreheads together, "If that's the case then I'm afraid you're going to have to pay a price for it." Roman threatened as his hands slowly moved upwards to cup their face tenderly, caressing it with a soft touch. Janus leaned closer to try and kiss Roman but the other suddenly pulled away. 

"Anyway, why don't you get the pasta for me, mi amor?" Roman suggested with a cheeky smile on his lips. Janus huffed in slight annoyance after being left hanging but complied, walking over to the counter where they left aside the pasta and handing it over to Roman.  Roman took it and thanked him before continuing to prepare the marinara pasta. 

"I, for one, didn't even think you had the ability to cook," Janus commented as he hopped onto the counter while they continue to admire each other. 

Roman hums in response, getting some plates from the cupboards. "How so". He questioned and Janus shrugged nonchalantly before replying. “I don't know… I thought you're too much of a dumbass to know how to cook.”. Janus snickered at the end and Roman turned to glare at them softly. "Hey!" He protested softly and Janus giggled. "Stop laughing at me." He grumbled, causing Janus to burst out in laughter. Roman was quick to follow, joining Janus in laughter.

When their laughter subsided, Roman spoke again. "Anyway, I'm done with the pasta, why don't you try it?" He says, setting a plate of marinara pasta beside Janus before handing him a fork. Janus takes the offered utensil and dug into the food, making a noise of delight when they tasted it. Roman grinned as he watched Janus eat. 

"Is it good?"

"No, it sucks." Janus chirps but continued to eat the pasta. Roman looked at him unimpressed by his answer. 

Janus smirked, waving the other off. "Of-fucking-course, it tastes good. It's delicious, like the cook." He teased him playfully. "Mmhm… sure…" Roman scoffed and rolled his eyes as Janus giggled. He then took the fork from Janus' hand (earning him a complaint from the other) and tasted the pasta. 

"It is indeed, delicious. I'm such a great cook, unlike a certain snek boi." Roman grins proudly while side-eyeing the deceitful façet who let out a gasp at his statement. "Excuse you! How dare you accuse me of being a terrible cook!" Janus whined with mock offense. "I still haven't shown my hidden cooking skill yet!". 

"Oh yeah?" Roman raised an eyebrow challengingly at them, crossing his arms across his chest. "Almost burning down the kitchen is definitely a cooking skill." he points out with amusement and Janus let out another whine pouting playfully. "Oh, you wound me, Roman! How could you!" He exclaimed dramatically, causing Roman to laugh again.

Janus jumped off the counter and wrapped his arms around the other's neck. "But I guess I can't deny the fact that you are an amazing cook," Janus admits, looking up at Roman with a soft smile. Roman chuckled and wrapped his arms around Janus' waist.

"Good, because I plan on cooking for you more often," Roman said with a grin. "And maybe teach you too, heh.". Janus leaned in and placed a kiss on Roman's lips, causing the other to blush.

"I would love that," Janus said, pressing a feather-light kiss on the other's jaw. They pulled away from each other after a moment and went to eat the pasta they cooked then clean up the kitchen, the two of them working in comfortable silence.

As they finished up, Janus leaned against the counter and watched as Roman washed the dishes. "You know, I'm glad we did this," Janus said, breaking the silence. "It was nice to spend time with you like this.". Roman looked up at him and smiled. "I'm glad too, Janus. I always have a good time with you."

Janus smiled back and walked over to Roman, wrapping his arms around the other's waist. "I love you," Janus whispered, resting his head against Roman's shoulder.

Roman wrapped his arms around Janus and leaned into him. "I love you too," he replied, pressing a kiss to Janus' forehead. The two of them stayed like that for a moment, enjoying each other's company before finally pulling away and finishing up the last of the dishes.

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[cryspymf]

(i love 86 /j) /j

spoilers: episodes 1-14 of 86

tw: if you’ve watched 86 you would know what’s in the show, I probably won’t go past talking about death but I won’t describe anything too in depth

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Watched this in the span of two days lol It felt easier to write everything down after watching the episodes so I did that instead of blabbing as I watched ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

none of my thoughts make sense I apologize in advance for the fact that I cannot shut up <3 it’s also not proofread don’t murder me-

Episode 1 : Undertaker

I was kinda hooked immediately. I found the show from some random insta post that I’m really hoping I wont realize is a spoiler by the time I get to the episode the clip was from,,, The whole concept was laid out pretty quick, from this episode and the next. Obviously more things came into play and more was cleared up through the episodes but the simple concept was still relayed pretty well off the bat. The whole genre of this anime is something I really vibe with. My favorite genre is action and I feel like it plays a little into that plus mechs are always something I kinda gravitate towards, Pacific Rim is one of my favorite movies.

Episode 2 : Spearhead

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ not much to say, again I’m not going back to rewatch them so I don’t even remember much important from this episode oops

Episode 3 : I Don’t Wanna Die

Oh how I love angst. If you know me even the slightest and know what media I like, you’ll know I’m the biggest sucker for angst. Preferably some with a little bit of fluff to combat all the sad shit. But no. Not today. I think one of the things I enjoy about this show is that I don’t feel like any of the female characters are these pretentious stereotypical ones. While yes I understand anime girls have a certain personality that’s either “ooo look I’m the tiny girl with a high pitched voice” or the “I’m fucking badass and ill punch a baby” OR the “I’m not like other girls I have a life outside of school” but I enjoy the ones that break those common barriers and manage to actual interests me. I’ve definitely noticed I’m usually more drawn to fictional men and then actual people wise I’m more drawn to women… bUT the girls in 86 are refreshing to see amongst all the anime girl stereotypes. My whole point of explaining that is to say, I actually liked Kaie, which surprises me. Just by looking at her I was like “Oh I’m gonna hate her.” But by the end of the second episode I was like “eh she’s not that bad, I actually quite like her character.” A foolish decision on my part. Twas very distraught that they killed her off right off the bat too… I liked what she brought to the group. But I did enjoy the mood it set, introducing us to the fact that everyone dying wasn’t just something they made up. I also enjoyed how sudden and quick her death was… I know that sounds weird but once again it set the mood, reminded the viewers that it’s not like those hopefully situations where they build up to the death of a character. Nope ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ a few seconds to get across what’s about to happen then bam she’s gone… That shit gets me so excited, I really enjoy when shoes make me feel a shit tons of emotions and the intenseness(?) of 86 for sure does that.

Episode 4 : Real Name

I’m reading the desc on fuckin wikipedia just so I can get a refresher for these first 10 episodes lol n e wayz theo that mf gremlin, I like how everyone pesters him abt what he said, and when Shin tells Lena that Theo doesn’t speak for the rest of them was sweet. Gorlie was doing her best we love her for that. I think I should also mention, Lena’s my favorite character (as of the 10 episodes I’ve watched). I love her personality, gives me shonen protag vibes minus the annoyingness. She’s so determined yet she’s not making the determinedness her whole personality, it just fits in with the way she handles things and how it connects to her relationships. She doesn’t falter when it’s inappropriate, she’s not overly stubborn, she’s not afraid to show her emotions and to stand up for herself. She’s ruthless I like it.

Episode 5 : I’m With You

Ngl the ghost voice thing kind of feels out of place for me, it doesn’t fit for some reason… I have a feeling it’ll have a bigger impact later but as of now I’m just like bro do we rlly need that in the story, you wouldn’t have to change much of the plot if they left it out. Dunno, just don’t like that part but eh, gives me more angst!!

Episode 6 : Through to the End

Ah this episode hurt. Up until this episode I rlly liked Daiya. I told myself don’t get attached he’s probably gonna die, smart move becuz I was able to move on like a few minutes after he died and just me like “ah man I wanted him to live” rather that sobbing like I did in a later episode,,, I don’t remember her name ngl but that one girl dying also hurt, idfk who she is or who her character even was before this episode ngl bUt the way she died was kinda oof. All of the deaths are very sudden and you don’t have much time to think about what’s happening which just adds to the effect it has.

Episode 7 : Will You Remember Me?

Ngl this is the moment when I realized there were many flashback moments and redoing scenes just from the different points of view of the squad and Lena lol I was confused what came first a lot of time. I wish we had a few more moments with Anju and Daiya, it would make me feel a bit more sympathetic about the whole thing but all we really got was them always talking about Daiya’s crush. If they were given a lil moment, Anju upset over his death would have such a bigger impact. I got used to everybody dying at this point actually,,, I did 100% sob when they had the whole lil firework montage of everyone who died, it was oddly pretty but also hella depressing. Also the suicide mission part definitely made sense and was something that was kinda obvious from the beginning. I understand why Lena wouldn’t have grasped that though, knowing her position. Kinda sucks, you know they just threw her in that position on purpose, just to play a part in the Republic’s scheme (all the different names for the places and people confuse I’m just gonna how to the republic was the right way to label that for now lol).

Episode 8 : Let’s Go

Convinced this was just a filler to prepare us for the nonsense of the next episode-

Episode 9 : Goodbye

Shit was the least fun of all the episodes I hated it I was banging my fists on the table. It was an ending I was not expecting, very much so confused me. The closure with the brother was raw, intriguing, weird, oddly sweet??? idk but it was a nice conclusion to that bit. Plus LENA GOING HAM SHE WAS SO ANGRY WE STAN RLLY SAID FUCK THE RULE I DO WHAT I WANT! We love her, at least I do. I’m gonna be completely honest, I did not understand that they were just leaving the borders of their region or whatever, I thought those mfs were like going to their death for some shit why tf was Lena sobbing so hard. Ikik it’s becuz she didn’t wanna lose contact with them but still the way she was crying I thought they was dead until I got to the next episode and I was immediately straight faced like “ok so I cried all those tears for nothing???”

Episode 10 : Thank You

Another filler scree I want Lena back what’s the queen up to. Until further notice Shuga is the one I shall be attached to from the spearhead gang until he either dies or until we get Lena back hmph. The happiness of this episode so far does scare me… I’m just waiting for them to be laughing and shit and then a bomb just explodes underneath them or something,,, The lil montage thing had me dead and not in the laughing way, SHIT WAS SAD :(((

Episode 11 : Here We Go

I like how Shin keeps butting in trying to protect the gang despite damn well knowing they will just proceed to go help him. Dude foolishly throws himself into a fight and doesn’t think about the effect, including his friends going after him. LENA GETS TO KEEP THE CAT THO that made me very happy, the letter was so sweet too

Episodes 12 : Welcome

ngl this is the point when I’m getting bored, go back to the action and angst and random ass surprised,,, I don’t have a lot to say,,, Lena’s a handler for a new group I believe, spearhead was rescued and have a new home. This is basically just a time skip episode to show what’s happened over the time. Seeing Lena still with the cat (who’s name I think is Teppy?) was very cute.

Episode 13 : It’s Too Late

Shit yea I got it spoiled from the insta post- They’re all having fun with their own lol lives tho it’s kinda cute, IK IT’LL BE RUINED EVENTUALLY THO :D Shuga’s so sweet I loaf he, man’s speaks his mind and doesn’t have any shame in explaining his boundaries. Also Theo’s taller than I thought- I don’t know his name, but the dude who took them all into his care, I think he’s very thoughtful, a little forceful, but I think he’s got the right idea. The little girl, Frederica, she doesn’t have the impact that I think they want her to have… idk she just feels like a b-plot that I’m not all too interested in. That aside, at first, I thought them going back to fight was strange. Why would you wanna go back to something you worked to hard to escape? I’m realizing though that it makes a little sense. They’re very used to having a lot to do. They have so many things to fight for I guess. They have to avenge their fallen comrades and as long as the Legion is still fighting, they‘ll always want to fight. I like that rather than just throwing them into a happy life and calling it a day.

Episode 14 : Glad to Be Here

FIDO MY BELOVED that damn robot it’s literally a puppy that was so cute. That’s the only takeaway from the episode thank you.

jk anyways yea there was the spoiler I got, Eugene be dead fr,,, aND RIGHT AFTER THE THING ABT HIS SISTER YALL R SO HARSH- That’s what I like about this show though, everything’s so sudden lol there’s no room for lighthearted moments because in two seconds someones prolly gonna die. I gotta say the fact that we didn’t get too much time to know Eugene was oddly nice, I didn’t have time to get attached to a character before they killed them off. Right, it still stung becuz damn kid just wants to live with his little sister and give her a good life but that’s not gonna work out anymore. Nonetheless, they didn’t waste time offing him as soon almost as soon as he showed up.

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Aight ngl bro I got bored asf as soon as the second half of the episodes started… I started getting distracted after episode 11 and they just didn’t hit the same. I tried to keep watching, got thru a few but I stopped at 16(?) and just haven’t gone back to finish it (to be fair I was trying to binge it in two days which I’m bad at doing these days-) BUT, MAYBE ILL FINISH IT AND UPDATE But for now here’s my blabbering abt 86 uwa

#cryspywatches #86 spoilers #86 anime #eighty six

[critical-rollmops]

Just some post C2e26 vent fiction

Under the cut, because spoilers.

Reaching the innermost chambers of the Iron Shepherds’ hideout, Caleb realized he was alone. Not in the metaphorical sense, but the rest of the Nein were currently preoccupied with the gaggle of hired bodies Lorenzo threw at them as his last line of the defense. Which, in Caleb’s mind, incidentally underlined how Lorenzo himself was alone as well. Allowing himself to slip into memory for a split-second, Caleb thought about how much quieter than usual Beauregard was in the past few weeks, her mind focussed on but a single task: Bringing down each and everyone of Lorenzo’s cronies. Calling in favors borne from her own sordid past dealings, collecting information, and spinning a web of intrigue and deceit that was, to an analytical mind, quite magnificent to behold. And with a regularity that the Zemnian in him couldn’t help but admire, all three of Lorenzo’s still-living cohorts fell victim to quick yet ignoble ends.

And not much later, they found the safehouse their leader had retreated to and fortified with what felt like half the population of Shady Creek Run’s worth of mercenaries. While the ensuing battle was not an easy one, the Nein, now reunited with their stolen friends fought their way through them with a cold fury that seemed to unsettle those simple hired thugs.

But as they were fighting through an underground corridor, Caleb was seemingly the only one who noticed the tattooed, scarred head flashing through an adjacent corridor. Only quietly mentioning his intend to pursue, for reasons he still does not quite understand, he went after what he assumed to be their target immediately.

Finally catching up in what seemed to be a larger chamber connecting to several mineshafts, Lorenzo noticed his pursuer and turned to face him, wicked glaive in hand. “Well, well, well. Just… couldn’t leave things well enough alone, couldya? See, when you don’t keep the necessary professional distance in your affairs, you might end up doing something really stupid. Like you did just now.”

Lorenzo snapped his fingers, and immediately Caleb noticed a flash and a thunderous noise erupt from one of the mineshafts, closely followed by a sharp pain and a trickle of blood soaking into the left shoulder of his tattered coat. Shortly after that, two trios of thugs wielding gunpowder rifles emerged from the shafts and flanked the slaver.

“Unlike you, I appreciate the timely appearance of some armed backup. Now, you got anything to say for yourself, you naughty boy?”

His face completely devoid of expression, seemingly not even acknowledging the grazing wound on his shoulder, Caleb gazed upon his mark. “My name is Caleb Widogast. You killed my friend. Prepare to die.”

Almost baffled by the audacious response, Lorenzo could not help but chuckle.

“Mhm, boldly stated. Tell me, how do you figure that’s gonna happen, eh?” For the faintest moment, Caleb allowed himself the luxury of a smirk.

“Unlike you, I appreciate a cluster of targets.“ And then he snapped his fingers of his right hand, tightly clenching the tiny ball of foul-smelling material dissipating in his left one.

Having barely the time to even register the fireball sailing past them, Lorenzo and his thugs felt the sudden rush of heat behind them before being engulfed in a wave of flames.

Being close enough to feel the erupting heat on his exposed skin and singeing his hair, Caleb gazed upon the impact of his spell. Immediately his mind flashed back to the images of that fateful day at his parents’ house. And yet, something quickly interposed itself between the haunting memories: the ever-smiling, cocky face of Mollymauk. Holding onto this image like a lifeline, Caleb tore his attention back to the task at hand, noticing the smoldering form of Lorenzo rise from the inferno, the merriment completely wiped from his scorched face.

“Alright… I’ll give you that one. Gotta admit, just blowing up a cave like that is pretty damn ballsy. But I do not appreciate you lot continuing to interrupt my operations, so I’ll just have to make another example.” Steadying himself with his glaive, took a breath in preparation to unleash a cone of cold against his opponent.

“My name is Caleb Widogast. You killed my friend. Prepare to die.” Snapping his fingers again, scattering a piece of phosphorous as he does so, a circular wall of fire erupted around Lorenzo, encircling him in a wreath of flames.

Unseen by the wizard, Lorenzo’s form began to shift as the already singed and burned leather straps on his body snapped, powerless against the expanding form of the giant. “A nutty one, just great. I’ll show you how usually deal with rabid anim-” As he emerged from the wall of fire, ignoring the flames lapping hungrily across his skin, he was pushed back almost immediately by eight tiny meteors slamming into him in quick succession, brutally burning more scorch marks into his torso and forcing him back into the awaiting flames.

“My name is Caleb Widogast. You killed my friend. Prepare to die.” Tugging on the Glove of Blasting, just as much to keep his composure in the inferno of his own creation as much as to prepare his next attack, he launched a trio of scorching rays straight ahead, taking the corresponding trio of pained grunts accompanied by the sizzling of flesh as confirmation that he hit his mark.

Slowly catching his breath in the hot air, Lorenzo knelt down on one leg, putting his free hand on the ground.

“Getting real fuckin’ tired... of you sayin’ that… how ‘bout you chill?” With all his gathered strength, he pushed his cone of cold through the circle of flame ahead of him. Despite having taken some distance from the inferno, Caleb was caught by the wave of frost pushing through it, the sudden shift in temperature causing him to lose concentration on keeping the wall of flame erect. Feeling the stinging pain on his left side now covered in rime, he muttered a quick incantation and moved to the side. As he watched the sheet of flame in the center of the chamber falter, a wave of darkness immediately erupted from behind it, stopping halfway towards him.

“Looking for something? Someone? Heh… can’t burn what you can’t see!” Jumping out from the wafting, impenetrable shadow, the severely burned but still massive form of Lorenzo lunged at Caleb, glaive raised for a downward swing. As he brought it down towards the wizard, it cleaved right through him and impacting the rough stone floor with a jarring clang.

“My name is Caleb Widogast.” A man, standing behind and looking just like the dissipating shape he so easily cleaved, said.

“You killed my friend.” Another man, identical in form to the first one but standing further away to the right, said.  

“Prepare to die.” Yet another identical man, this time somewhere back to his left, finished. And then all was white as another fireball impacted just to the right of him.

Lorenzo wasn’t entirely sure when the world stopped being just heat and white. As he caught his bearings, he realized that his depth perception was off, and so was the right side of his field of vision. Feeling up the right side of his face, what he found was crusted, burnt flesh and a warm liquid leaking from his right eye socket. Forcing himself through the pain covering most of the smoldering right side of his body, he got up on one knee, scanning the vicinity for his glaive. However, the first sight that greeted him was that of a human man, still clad in his dirty, rime-covered rags, standing barely ten feet in front of him. Coughing from smoke and residual heat, he grinned.

“Think this is done? Think that you won? I can come back from just about anything you throw at me.... and if you run now, all you’ll do is give me a breather, so that I may finish you and the rest of your meddlesome friends all fresh and fancy.” As if to underline his point, flakes of charred skin crumbled off of Lorenzo’s body, the grey-pink strands of flesh and muscle below already knitting together. “This is far from ov-” Before he could finish his sentence, another snap from Caleb sounded, engulfing Lorenzo in a sphere of consuming flames.

“You are right about one thing. This is far from over, du Stück Scheiße.” He proceeded to hurl a series of firebolts into the sphere, each one eliciting increasingly pained shouts from Lorenzo.

After about a minute of time later the flaming sphere dissipated, revealing a severely burnt but still breathing Oni.

“You… you’re good, heh… think you got… got it in you… to finish this-” His every attempt to breathe in accompanied by pain, Lorenzo’s ragged voice descended into dry coughs, unable to speak further for the moment. Caleb, meanwhile, tightly gripped his gloved right hand with the left one, knuckles clearly visible.

“I would love nothing more than to burn your broken, blasted carcass until it is but ashes.” Hearing footsteps approach from behind, Caleb took a few steps backwards. “But ultimately, I think the final blow is not mine to make.” From behind Caleb, Lorenzo could make out six figures entering the chamber, lining up next to his tormentor one by one.

The blue tiefling, one of the ones they snatched. Looking at him in anger, yet also with the faintest note of pity in her eyes.

The half-breed, another snatched one. Looking at him almost expressionless, his balefully yellow eyes beheld a depth that threatened to drown him were he to gaze into them for too long.

The goblin, no longer wearing that creepy porcelain mask. Who couldn’t decide between glaring daggers at him and look up worryingly at the damnable wizard.

The wizard himself, who seemed to concentrate more on keeping himself from shaking rather than directing his almost empty eyes at him.

The cobalt monk bitch, who boasted about taking his crew from him. Clinging to her staff, he wasn’t entirely sure whether it was to keep herself steady or to keeping herself from pounding him into dust with her bare hands right then and there. Her hateful stare certainly leaned towards the latter.

The stout form of Keg, to his surprise. Looking down on him with trepidation barely hidden behind her baleful gaze.

He couldn’t help to take the slightest degree of amusement from her presence, chuckling despite the obvious pain it caused him.

“K-Keg… coming to fin… finish the job… respect. You gonna keep me wait-” “No.” Spoke two voices in not-quite-unison.

One last person came forward, passing the others arrayed in front of him.

The aasimar woman, the last one of those snatched. Her eyes replaced by orbs of black, her hair tainted black to the tips, trailing skeletal wings behind her. Surrounded by a fog of darkness, oddly intermixed with wisps lavender. In her hands, a long, ornate greatsword, surrounded by a dim lavender glow. Choosing to forego any words in this moment, she simply raised the greatsword in preparation for an overhead swing. As she swung it downward towards his neck, Lorenzo noticed it slowing down as it closed in.. Not knowing whether something magical was suddenly happening or if his own senses simply were playing a trick on him, he smirked inwardly, awaiting his fate. But as his death approached slowly but inexorably, the lavender wisps surrounding his executioner and her weapon suddenly coalesced right in front of his eyes, forming the shape of a face he had last seen when it spat blood at him as a last act of defiance. And a smooth, merry voice whispered into his ear.

“Surprise, bitch. Bet you thought you’d seen the last of me.” And then Lorenzo knew no more.

#critical role #cr2 spoilers #writing #venting #it'll happen some way someday #but for now this will do #also I did not proofread this so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[lumineere]

Diluc Ragnvindr x anxious reader

A/N: This is going to be based off of my experiences with my anxiety. If it is inaccurate I am very sorry, and would be willing to do a pt. 2 with a varied anxiety and maybe with some more characters.

Also is slightly proofread, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It was late at night, loud, thundering rain came crashing down on the roof of the winery you were staying in, all thanks to Diluc. You had come home a little over two hours ago before the storm started, after you had to rush to find safety.

Diluc was a busy man, so it was no surprise he wasn't there immediately after you already arrived. He told you that you could head over to the Dawn Winery and wait for him there.

You had to rush home near after you left Monstadt because you felt as if someone was following in your footsteps, you couldn't tell by the way the trees blew with the strong wind, that must've covered up the sound of footsteps trailing behind you. Once you were halfway there, you turned around rapidly in hopes that you would see nothing was there and that you were just psyching yourself out. In fact, you thought so as you turned, however an older man, hiding behind a busted wagon could be easily seen. You bolted to the winery and you had to be careful, to make sure you could get him off your trail before you could safely enter the winery without putting anyone in danger.

When you got to the winery, you slammed the door shut and ran upstairs, ignoring Adelide's introduction and just ran into a room, collapsing onto the floor and letting a wave of shock flow over you.

Soon, that shock turned into fear. It was the window that let your thoughts go into overdrive. Paranoid, that's what could only describe how you looked had anyone seen you like this. Constantly checking the windows and closing them, turning off the lights and making sure the room you were in made it seem like you weren't there.

You could feel your energy depleting with every head jerk towards the door of your room of a sound outside your window.

What if he knows where I am?

Do I know him?

Did he want to hurt me?

What if I didn't get here sooner?

What if I never turned around?

These thoughts swirled around your head, leading to dark thoughts, sending tears down your cheeks and made you tremble uncontrollably. You sat atop the bed that was in the room and quietly started sobbing, hoping the worry would deplete as you let out your tears.

You heard a knock at the door and immediately stopped. It felt as if the world paused, your shaking intensified and it felt as if your heart stopped. "Can I come in y/n?" the voice on the other side of the door echoed through your head. You stood up, slowly, letting yourself take some time to adjust after your muscles had tensed for so long. Slowly opening the door with caution, you were met face-to-face with Diluc.

"Is everything alright?" He asked, as he looked at your, piercing your gaze at him with his red eyes. You hung your head and, without a second thought, wrapped your arms around his waist; letting out a soft cry as he took a moment to think of what to do.

He took your hands off his waist and brought you over to the bed, where you had been previously. Motioning you to sit next to him. You walked over to him and sat down, holding back tears and clasping your hands to stop the shaking. "What happened?" He asked as he took one of your hands and held it, warming it up.

You proceeded to tell him about what happened, and he remained stoic. When you finished talking, you kept crying, slow, heavy tears. He wiped them away with his free gloved hand, and cradled your face in his hand.

"It's okay, you're safe now. I won't let anyone hurt you." Hearing the words he said made you want to cry more, it felt nice to hear those words. You wrapped your arms around him in a tight embrace and he held you as well, lying down on the bed as he slowly stroked your back to soothe you. To his surprise you fell asleep quickly, the exhaustion from the running and crying must've taken a toll on you physically.

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[passingnotions]

Breakfast | Jennie

smut(?)

A/N: Inspired by Kajin‘s lovely anon. Why Jennie? Porty responded with a gif of her so... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.  No proofreading done, enjoy the meme. Reference here [link died]

Morning brew awakens your senses. Beaming sunlight grows brighter as it peers through the blinds, the overwhelming smell of toast signals to cut off its timer, and your body warms up with each periodic sip.

You stretch, focusing on the sore muscles caused by last night’s marathon. You thought, during the ordeal, that your recent lack of action was one to blame for your lethargy. She was fantastic, no doubt about it, but her enthusiasm is... unbridled. Your top performance could never compare to hers.

Your right arm muscles barely give as you attempt to pivot from your shoulder. When she said “Fuck me sideways” you didn’t think it would last the whole forty minutes of edging for her to finally climax. Protest would arise when you tried to move to the left or to the right, up or down; comfort eluded you.  

“I’m close, j- just like that” — every ten minutes.

In any other circumstance you would have been a bit stern, you think to yourself in regards to your pleasure. Again, the lack of anything recently coupled with such a beautiful woman-

You sigh, take a sip.

Rotating your head in attempts to loosen up your neck is futile. By the ninety-minute mark she had you laying on your back with only the headboard for support. “I love being on top” she said, the smile leaning on manic rather than sensual. The pounding she gave you with her hips also makes you rub around your thighs. The sound of her riding surely woke up the neighbors, and if not that then her borderline murder moans as she approached climax a second time.  

When it was time for your orgasm—two hours and... twenty minutes?—it arrived more as a plea instead of a lustful release. The chafe made itself apparent even after the nine hours of sleep.  

You hear the bedroom door open and sense approaching steps. Acting casual, you turn to the cabinets, faking breakfast prep.  

“Oh no, did I miss breakfast?” Her playful tone sending a shiver down your spine, and cock.  

“Nope, just in time.” Your voice casual yet methodical, the faster you got through this the better. “Anything you’d like in particular?”

She picked up a spoon, a lewd smile forming. Walking over, every step calculated, she stops as the space between you becomes nonexistent. Your sore bulge contradicts its wishes, growing slowly as she stroked it over the fabric of your underwear. Her lips next to yours, she whispered, barely any voice in her breath.

“How about I suck on your tiny, perverted yogurt tube?”

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[sadlysoulx]

Haikyuu boys going to IKEA with you

Bokuto, Kuroo, Kenma, Atsumu and Tsukishima

I know, I know the idea is so random but my head is full of ideas so please do enjoy😩💓 Go Stan the double post 😏😏😏 i need to post a lot bcoz I need to make over those 2 weeks when I haven't post

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Bokuto

This guy has a weird case of touching anything and everything when the two of you pass by the shelves.💀💀💀

He always picks up those Ikea stuff- toys and bring them around while holding onto you.😩💖

But then he drops them sometimes because he's complaining about how they smelled like drools💀💀💀

Please he joins the other kids play in that one playground when you stopped by to eat😭😭😭

You have to feed him.

when stops playing, he comes over to you to open his mouth wide, letting you feed him and then return to play with the other kids.

He likes those kiddie meals where nuggets and french fries where placed in a colored plate.

Bo complained that he wants his plate yellow but instead he got purple😬😬😬

You returned back to stroll in Ikea, checking out the furnitures.

He likes that area in Ikea where there is full of lamps and light bulbs.

Bokuto keeps playing with the switches, continuously trying them and turning them on and off and on and off and on and off until he breaks one😃

He nervously walks up to you and said and I quote "Baby, let's go I need to go to the toilet,"

You suspiciously nodded and made him go to the toilet.

Once he got out, he said that he's tired and wants to go home.

He doesn't want to return to IKEA for a whole month, thinking he will get arrested if someone recognized him as the guy who broke the bulbs.🙂

Kuroo

I swear Bokuto and Kuroo share the same brain😭😭😭

Kuroo also touches everything he sees and picks it up and puts it in the cart😩

BASICALLY BUYING THE WHOLE STORE

He is the type to borrow a pillow in Ikea, hop in the cart and sit in there while you struggle to push the cart because of his hefty weight.

he collects Ikea pencils and paper rulers😭😭😭

Like everytime he saw one of those pencil and ruler stalls he walks over and take a other batch of those.

Kuroo likes to play hide and seek in Ikea😬

Like really, you were getting worried where he went and then suddenly he pops out infront of you scaring you to death.

When he sees those books displayed in the house models, he tries to read them and complains why are they in a different language or why r they blank😭😭😭

He likes the area where there are full of chairs.

Kuroo keeps on sitting on them and then spinning and spinning around.

(I swear why is the fandom making him like a Playboy and badboy. . . He is the hugest dork❤️)

When it's lunch, he likes to get a lot of those butter in small platic containers, saying how much he liked them☹️💓

He also gets those jams and takes a lot because he said:

"it's free so why not take many?"

Btw,like Bokuto, he likes those kiddie meals, where you are given a colored plastic plate filled with nuggets and french fries.

He doesn't want to go home and it takes a full hour to make him convince to go in the car.

Kenma

He doesn't want to go out until you made him dress up and shove him into the car.

He was all grumpy grumpy

But then he actually had fun😃👍

Kenma likes to throw himself on the couches and beds until you have to drag him out of it.

Please he likes that area where there is full of kitchen tools✋😭

He would pick up a weird looking tool and try to figure out how to use it😖

Until he used it wrong and a screw hit his eye😭😭😭

Mood😃

Mood😃

Mood😃

When you were in the bedroom section, he likes those double decks displayed

He curses at the people who ever put up those plastic stuff on the ladder to keep people from trying to get to the top👁️👄👁️

You see those yellow banners hanging from the wall where the prices are labeled?? Yeah that

He likes to jump and hit those with the tip of his fingers

And when he successfully did, he looks at you with a smug face look on his face.

He likes to impress you so husshh🤭

When lunch rolls by, he likes holding the food cart for you, for some reason it excites him when he controls the food cart👍

He always asks you what you want and that not to worry, he'll pay for it.

Kenma also likes those free butter in little containers because they taste good👅

Anywayss he likes the soups served in Ikea 🥣 (I did too, they r just tasty)

In the end, he enjoyed the day in Ikea with you✌️

I mean duuuuh reader-senpai is just irresistible✨

Atsumu

He was actually the one who dragged you in Ikea

Please he would pick up weird things and try to figure what is it for but then ending up hurting himself😭😭😭

(I mean c'mon when I was in Ikea there r a lot of weird things, and when I tried them, I ended up hurting myself💀)

He likes those small wooden kitchen toys for kids placed in the house model

'Tsumu would play for a while with that kitchen by himself.

He would also talk to himself as he cook a plastic egg✨

You: 👁️👄👁️

Atsumu: ✌️😗🍳

Everyone: 😕

Hotel: Trivago

You had to drag him away from the kitchen toy stall.

Atsumu really really likes to collect Ikea magazines, even tho you have one at home, he would still insist on getting 2 or 3 more

One time, he picked up a plastic flower from outdoor/garden area, placed it between his teeth and playfully flirted with you.

He took it out and gave the flower to you🌻(it's those ridiculously huge ones)

But then he snatch it back and out it on the rightful place saying:

"oh you want it? Buy it yourself,"

You spanked him with the broom beside you.

When it's lunch, he is ✨fancy✨

So he takes mushrooms, mashed potatoes, meat with some sauce in it.

💅💅💅

It was night time when you both went home.

What do you expect?😕

Tsukishima

Ohmaigawshhh, I don't want to be biased here and have favorites but here we go🤩

He wants to stay in the parking lot and make you go alone💀💀💀

But then he insists to go when you said "Huh? Fine! But what if a man asks my number and still insists 'coz he doesn't see my boyfriend around?"

He is just like a lost baby but in a tall boy's body, you have it hold his hand and drag him around.💀💀💀

When you stopped by to check something, he doesn't know what to do and stands there clueless like🕴️🕴️🕴️

Tsukishima really throws a tantrum saying he's tired and want to rest.

But reader-senpai needs to shop💅

He actually shuts up when you gave him an Ikea dinosaur plushie, so he's hugging it with his one arm and the other holding onto you hand.

The boi is so bored so he randomly glares at teenagers passing by😾😾😾

When you were in the bedroom section, things went out of control 😔😔😔

He was getting lazy to walk around the rest of the Ikea passage way so he keeps on laying down the beds.

But when you finally got him up, he would lay down again on another bed💀💀💀

He finally decided to listen to you and walk again (thank God 😌)

Saltyshima was so desperate to escape, he went out the emergency door and pushed it open

But when he did, the alarms went off🚨💀 (inspired by Jungkook)

He got real scared and ran back to you, hugging the dino plushie.

You were laughing your head off😭😭😭

You decided to eat lunch and you know he is a 👑Royal👑 so eats fancy foods like Atsumu.

And yeah btw, you ended up buying the plushie for him because he won't stop getting salty about it.

But he shyly said thank you atleast¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Oof that was really long to writeಠ_ಠ

But I had fun bcoz I can literally imagine them doing all of those stuff, let me know if you want to have part 2 c:

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[cheolbooluvr]

you got it, coach

*GIF not mine! but also he’s so cute aksljalkfdja;f

pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader

genre: just fluffy like seungcheol’s hair :D, volleyball coach!reader

warnings: none unless you count descriptions of seungcheol’s biceps and thighs and a super cheesy pickup line

word count: 2.1k

a/n: this is mostly a self-serving fic bc i’m a volleyball coach LOL but anyways i hope u guys enjoy, i kinda proofread it, but it might still be kind of rough  ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

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“Hi, Seungkwan!” You waved to your friend as he ushered his twin nieces into the gym. 

“Are you excited for the first game this weekend?” he asked you with a wide smile. Sometimes, you wondered if Seungkwan was more invested in your volleyball team than you were. 

“I am, but a little nervous, too. Hey!” You turned to the girls who were chit-chatting on the side of the court. “Go set up the nets!” Seungkwan let out a hearty laugh at your stern voice. 

“Nervous? Why?” Seungkwan cocked his head to the side.

You turned back to him, lips pressing into a tight smile. “Oh, you know, game day jitters. I’ve been doing this for a while now, but it’s always the same.”

He nodded, understanding exactly what you meant. “I’m bringing some friends to watch!”

“You have friends who want to watch a high school volleyball game?” While the team had no problem getting a crowd out to their games, you could barely imagine anyone who wasn’t a high schooler or a parent would want to come.

“Yeah, they’re like my nieces’ uncles by extension. They’re super excited to watch the girls play.”

“Oh, really?” You shrugged and checked to make sure the girls were setting up like you had ordered them to. “Okay, well, I’d never complain about having more fans in the stands!” 

“I better let you get to coaching, but I’ll see you on Saturday!” Seungkwan put a hand on your shoulder and smiled widely. He admired how relaxed your demeanor was, even as a coach. He knew that if he were in your shoes, he would be much more temperamental and maybe even lose his cool. It was for the best that he watched from the bleachers and not the sidelines. His nieces had complained to you one day that their uncle tried coaching them despite his lack of skill in the sport. You had laughed and told them that you would talk to him, and so you did. Recalling the way he pouted when you broke the news to him, you shook your head and told the captains to lead the warm up. 

---

The week flew by in the blink of an eye, and before you knew it, it was game day. You were nervous, but also excited to coach the first game of the season. Throughout your career as a volleyball coach, game day always made you a little anxious, not because you were afraid they would lose, but mostly because you were overwhelmed with so many emotions. It had been that way even when you had played volleyball in middle and high school. 

By the time you got to the gym, the athletic director had already unlocked all of the doors and set everything but the nets up. You still had about thirty minutes before you had told the girls to be there, so you figured you might as well set the nets up yourself. Besides, you were the only one who ever did it correctly despite the numerous times you had shown them. You walked to the storage closet and pulled out the cart with all of the poles, nets, and mats. Picking up the metal pole, you made your way to the middle of the gym to place it in the ground. It was then that you realized you had forgotten to remove the plates covering the holes. 

“Need some help?” A voice echoed throughout the empty gym. At the entrance, a tall man in a white hoodie stood at the doorway. 

“Oh, uh, sure, that would actually be really great!” you said. When he came closer to you, you could see his features more clearly; his eyes were slightly turned downwards behind long lashes that any girl would be jealous of, a curved nose and thick lips that were a naturally bright red. He grabbed the pole from you, freeing your hands so you could take the cover plates out of the ground. 

“Do I just put this in there?” The man indicated with his head and you hummed a confirmation. Before you forgot, you removed the other plate and looked at him with a smile.

“Thanks for helping me,” you said brightly.

“No problem. Do you want me to do the other pole, too?”

“If it’s no hassle, then yes, please.”

 He smiled at you, your heart skipping a beat at the way his eyes crinkled at the edges. “It’s no hassle at all.” He took off his hoodie to reveal a black t-shirt that was tight enough to show off his nice body, but loose enough to leave something to the imagination. You watched as his denim pants constricted his thick thighs when he squatted down to pull the pole from the last rack of the cart, his biceps flexing as he pulled the pole closer to him. Walking over to the other side of the court, he placed it in the hole. “I’m Seungcheol, by the way.” He held his hand out to you.

You introduced yourself as you shook his hand. “Are you looking for someone?”

“Oh, I’m just waiting for my friend. His nieces play for the volleyball team.”

Your eyes widened when you remembered what Seungkwan had told you earlier that week. “You’re one of Seungkwan’s friends?”

“I am. And I’m guessing you’re the volleyball coach?”

“I am,” you replied, giving him a gentle smile. “You’re here pretty early though. The game doesn’t start for another hour.”

“Go figure. Seungkwan told me the wrong time and I live too far to drive all the way back home. He told me to come in and find you to see if you needed any help.”

“Oh, that’s sweet of him,” you said.

“Sweet of him?” Seungcheol asked jokingly with a hint of jealousy. 

You threw your head back and laughed at the man who was now sulky. “And you. Seriously, thank you for helping, you really didn’t have to.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. It gives me something to do, and I’m learning a little bit.”

“Oh yeah? About how to properly set up a volleyball net?” The two of you laughed together as he nodded his head. “Well, you’re actually much better at following instructions than my girls are.”

“I can be your official net setter upper-er…” His voice trailed off and the two of you stared at each other before bursting into another fit of laughter. By the time you had finished setting up the net, your team began to trickle into the gym one by one. 

Seungkwan and his nieces were the last ones to arrive and you shot a look at him. “Did you stop for an—”

“Americano,” Seungcheol said at the same time. He gave you a knowing look and you exchanged wide grins. 

“Woah, woah, woah,” Seungkwan waved his hands. “First, yes, I did. You know I need my coffee. Second, what’s going on here?” He pointed first at you and then to Seungcheol, moving his finger back and forth. 

Seungcheol shrugged. “Nothing, we’re just friends now.”  

Seungkwan huffed and put his arm around your shoulder. “No. She’s my friend. You just met her.”

“We can still be friends, can’t we?” Both Seungcheol and Seungkwan looked at you in anticipation. 

You shoved them both towards the doors and shook your head. “You two need to get off my court, I have a team to coach.” They left and headed to the stands that were above the court. 

“Wow, this is a good angle,” Seungkwan said, settling in the middle of the seats. 

“Yeah, it is,” Seungcheol echoed, watching you move effortlessly as you hit balls at your team and watched them pass them. Your voice echoed off the gym walls as you yelled commands at the girls. He admired the way you were stern with them, but never were you mean. “She’s a good coach.”

Seungkwan nodded in agreement. “The girls like her a lot. She’s tough on them, but you can tell it’s only because she cares. She wants them to be the best, not just as players, but as people.”

“Wow,” Seungcheol’s mouth made a small ‘o’. “That’s a good philosophy.”

“She even told me once that she didn’t care if they lost every single game. As long as they improved in skill level and grew as people, she would be happy. I don’t know how she does it.”

Seungcheol shook his head. “I don’t know either. I’m not sure I’d have the patience for it.” 

Just then, Dokyeom and Jeonghan arrived and sat down by the two of them. “Wow, is that Sohee and Sohyun’s coach?” Jeonghan asked.

“Yup, that’s her in the black,” Seungkwan replied. 

“She’s pretty,” Dokyeom added. He wasn’t fully aware of it, but Seungcheol nodded, agreeing fully with Dokyeom’s statement. The game started and your team started off strong. After a couple months of pre-season training, the girls were well-trained and ready to take on any opponent, and it certainly showed on the court. While Seungkwan, Jeonghan, and DK cheered loudly for Sohee and Sohyun, Seungcheol couldn’t keep his attention off of you. He noticed the way you would clap and jump up and down when one of your girls made a good pass, got a block or kill, or made a good serve, and the way your face lit up watching your team play with such cohesion. He could tell, even from a hundred feet away, how proud you were to see their hard work pay off. Even in timeouts, you looked intense, but the girls looked on, nodding and cheering loudly when they broke out of the huddle. It was admirable, really, the way you carried yourself. As a former athlete himself, Seungcheol had experienced many coaches who yelled and screamed in his face. They were temperamental, narcissistic jerks who tried living vicariously through him and his teammates. But that wasn’t the kind of coach you were. You cared about your players and that showed in your coaching style. 

The girls ended up winning the game in three sets and so the four guys made their way to the court to congratulate them. 

“Uncle Seungcheol! Uncle Dokyeom! Uncle Jeonghan!” Sohee and Sohyun shouted. They ran and gave the guys big hugs as they were showered in praise for their performance on the court.

“Ahem,” Seungkwan cleared his throat. The girls laughed as they hugged him last and he talked about how cool Sohyun looked when she jumped into the air and spiked the ball down into a girl’s face on the opponent's side. Then he started talking about a play where Sohee dove and passed a ball up with one arm, rolling back onto her feet and getting back into position. 

“You looked like a spy!” Dokyeom added. The group laughed and they continued to converse. Seungcheol took this moment to break away from them while they were distracted by Dokyeom’s attempt to reenact Sohee’s move.

“Good game, Coach.” You were packing your notebook in your bag when you turned around to see Seungcheol smiling widely at you.

“Hey, thanks!” you said.

 “How does it feel, Coach?” 

You chuckled at his words. “Don’t call me ‘Coach,’ it’s weird when it’s not coming from a player or a parent.” 

“If I can’t call you ‘Coach,’ then can I call you tonight?”

You looked at him with wide eyes, not believing what you just heard. 

“Boo!” A collective groan came from his friends and the girls who had just  witnessed the entire interaction. 

“Choi Seungcheol, you are an embarrassment to us,” Jeonghan shouted, shaking his head but laughing heartily as he watched his friend’s face turn red. “We’re leaving, but you two take your time.”

“Or you can reject him now and make it short and painless!” Seungkwan added. They walked out of the front doors, leaving you and Seungcheol alone in the gym. 

“Sorry,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “That was too cheesy, right?”

There was a silence and Seungcheol knew he had messed up. “Actually,” you said quietly. “I thought it was cute.”

“You did?”

You nodded. “I did.”

“So… does that mean… ?”

“Yes,” you giggled. “You can call me tonight.”

Seungcheol pumped his fist in victory and shouted, “Yes!”

“But first, you’ve got to help me take down the nets first,” you chided with a small, mischievous smile.

“You got it, Coach.”

---

It was safe to say that you and Seungcheol hit it off well after the first volleyball game. Soon, the two of you started seeing each other more regularly and by the end of the season, he was at every game. He had become your official “net setter upper-er,” but you were mostly happy that you had your own fan in the stands.

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[huangbae]

꒰ HIM AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ꒱

...chenle edition ! <33

a/n: hellooo i did not proofread so sorry if theres any errors :))

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okay so

basically chenle & you were acquaintances

until

chenle invited you to go to an arcade with him & the dreamies

the whole time you were playing a pinball game

chenle thought it was cute how focused you were on the game

eventually he tapped you on the shoulder

and asked you to explain the game to him

he also asked for pointers

not that he was interested in the pinball game

he just thought you being passionate about the game was cute

he eventually got you to play one of those basketball games with him

he got a little smug after he won

but not too smug because he didn’t want you to think he was being mean

after jaemin started complaining about being tired chenle took you to the ticket prize thingie

he was like crushing on you at that point

it’d only been like 40 minutes and he already liked you

so when you were like a few tickets short from a dolphin plush you had your eyes on for the whole night

he basically threw all his tickets at you right then and there

“anything for a friend ｡•́‿•̀｡”

after you got the plush he had this really prominent grin on his face

like the whole night he was just like

:]

after that he invited you to a few more places with the dreamies

and then just with him

you got comfortable with each other pretty quickly

sometimes he’d show up unexpectedly to your house

to hang out

at weird times too

like you could be in your pajamas & your hair would be messy from just waking up

and chenle would be at your door asking if you wanted to hang out with him

he’d also be really patient w you

like if you weren’t ready

he’d sit down and watch you get ready

and chenle’d be so taken by you

like hand under his chin

blushing

while you’re just fixing up your hair

surprisingly

you were the one to make the first move

like he was sitting on your bed

watching you pick out an outfit to wear

when you went “why’re you always looking at me like that? you’re basically in love with me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯”

“i mean you’re not wrong”

it was just kinda casual

after that he took you to get coffee

while you were ordering you went “wait so are we like... on a date right now or—”

“yeah. i mean if you want to be”

“yeah :D”

congrats you pulled zhong chenle

anyway

i see the relationship being kinda casual

once he got comfortable with you he didn’t really get flustered

like your first kiss for example

you were hanging out at your house

when you went

“hey can i kiss you”

and he was like

“yeah i’m down, why not?”

your relationship was more friendly than anything

honestly he’s not too into skinship

he does like when you wear his clothes

(i wrote a fic abt that btw)

you can read it right here

when he’s tired he likes to cling onto you

and start talking about his day

“i’m happy you’re here for me, y/n :)”

:(((

this fic is so long

i apologize i just love chenle sm

♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡

-> thank you for reading !

-> i hope you enjoyed :]

-> feel free to request smth :P

~ with love, huangbae :)

#nct dream #nct #nct 127 #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #nct imagines #nct dream imagines #mark lee #mark nct #mark lee fluff #renjun #huang renjun #renjun fluff #jeno #lee jeno #jeno fluff #haechan #lee haechan #haechan fluff #jaemin #na jaemin #jaemin fluff #chenle #zhong chenle #chenle fluff #chenle imagines #chenle imagine #jisung #park jisung #nct jisung

[emmytheauthor]

Thursdays chapter: More Fondant

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37088824/chapters/92818240

My lovely BFF and proofreader/editor pointed out last chapter that we hadn't actually seen very much of Rose and Hugo. And you know what? That IS weird. So even though this chapter was halfway done I rewrote a chunk so that we actually got to speak with Rose and Hugo a little more.

So of course this is the first chapter that she didn't get a chance to read before I posted. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I kind of wanted to show that Hermione is super using work to avoid her feelings, to the point where she's actually just about covered everything. So now that she doesn't have anything to do she just kind of... disassociates. I hope that came across. I hope that I also demonstrated the the other adults can see that and are keeping her from totally shutting off, especially around her kids.

And once again, the Malfoys show their depths. I think Lucius will always be a ladder climbing blood purist, but Narcissa is family first more than anyone else IMO. I think she's the one willing to take one on the chin if it means the people she loves will stay in her life.

Did you know it's canon that Draco has a Dark Artefact and Alchemy collection? My inspiration for the protective jewelry comes from The Gloriana Set by ThebeMoon (https://archiveofourown.org/works/16821571) and I can't remember but there was a bit in another fic on AO3 that had a ring that detected poison. Maybe Other People's Choices by Lomonaaren? IDK I like the idea.

#dramione #hermione x draco #ao3 #fanfic #hp fanfic #dramione fanfic #draco x hermione #emmytheauthor

[daydream-believin]

The Never-Ending Roadtrip (campfire songspell)

Summary: (part 1) Reader has joined Douxie on the quest for Nari’s safety. He’ll need company won’t he?  - (part 3) camping and fun fun crush anxiety   (part 4)

Warnings: swearing, whole fish-eating, mention of blood, i’ve stopped proofreading shit

Word Count: 3678

a/n: don’t worry there’s no more haunted stuff after this. or missouri. Y/n doesn’t smoke she just feels the need to have a way to set fire to things on her person at all times. a pyromaniac, if you will. also they have been roommates this entire time i just forgot to mention it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Archie was not happy. He couldn’t believe that Douxie would just ditch him like this. It wasn’t like him. Watch the boat, Archie. We’ll be right back, Archie. That was seven hours ago. A rainstorm had come and gone even. He thought for sure that at least Y/n or Nari would have reminded the other two about his situation. But, no, here he was, soaked to the bone and still alone. In Missouri. In misery. As mad as he was though, he was equal parts worried. It wasn’t like Douxie to just forget about him. Something was wrong.

When he finally caught sight of the rest of the party returning to the ship, Arch breathed a sigh of relief. And then got ready to breath fire. Which he quickly put out, after seeing the looks on the kids’ faces once they got close enough. So something was wrong. They looked as if they’d seen a ghost.

“Are you three alright? What happened?”

“Nothing we didn’t survive. Look, we got the tent.” Douxie held up the box to show Archie. He just flicked his tail in response. “It’s already dark, so we’ll tell you all about it while we set up camp. Alright, Arch?”

Archie rolled his eyes. He still thought this camping thing Douxie was pushing was an awful idea. But he’d let his wizard familiar make his own mistakes. He’d been doing a lot of that lately, or, well, more like nine centuries. Tough love. Young wizards cannot learn until they blow up potions in their faces. And this was going to be one of those times. He’d give it till sunrise. Midnight, even. He’d make a bet with himself, if they give up before sunrise, he’d treat himself to some fresh salmon. If they stubbornly don’t give up until after, a can of tuna.

After taking the boat a way into the wooded area they were hiding in, and answering all Archie’s questions, they picked a good place to settle for the night. Or at least Nari did. Douxie and Y/n were still iffy about it. it wasn’t exactly camping spot nirvana, but Nari really took a liking to the spot and its aura or whatever. Eh, she just kind of sniffed the air and told Douxie to stop. She liked the abundance of plant life here. Lots of roots sticking up from the ground, and little berry bushes. Which was going to make for bad ground to bed down on. But that’s alright, they’ll just cushion it with extra blankets. Extra blankets that they did not have. Or even regular blankets. They had no blankets. Fuzzbuckets.

It was going to be ten degrees out later tonight. Well, Douxie guessed they’d have to go back to that ‘huddle together like penguins’ plan. Which wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, now that he’s thinking about it. Cuddling’s pretty nice. A flush spread across Douxie’s freckles. He’d get to embrace Y/n. Pretend like he couldn’t feel how soft her skin was. Pretend like he totally didn’t want to be holding her, but it was essential to their survival so he had to. Archie and Nari would be there too, snuggling with them, so he could pass it off as platonic. But would he want that. Wouldn’t it just hurt when they let go in the morning. After holding onto her for dear life all night, to just get up and act like nothing happened the next day. Would he recover from that? His blush deepened in color. No, they’ll just have to go make another trip to the store. A different store. Hopefully one that’s free of spirits this time.

But he didn’t need to spend time thinking about cuddling his crush. No, he had to set up camp. Y/n was already building the fire. She was half-way through, by the looks of it, and he was just standing here, staring into the tent instructions, blushing away and not comprehending a thing he had read. In fact, he couldn’t seem to read them now that he was focusing. Oh, look at that, they’ve been in Russian this entire time. His blush turned into an embarrassed one. Not only had he been staring off into space, he had been staring into something he couldn’t even pretend like he was reading. Lovely. He hoped no one noticed. Y/n had. Although, she had just assumed he could in fact read the Russian text and didn’t question it. Perks of being a mysterious immortal being. After barely skimming the instructions he could actually understand, Doux took the tent out of the box, to at least make it seem like he had definitely been reading this whole time and he did have the slightest idea of what he was doing.

Douxie checked back to the instructions, careful to make it look like he was just checking back over it, and not reading it for the first time. He added a head nod to make it convincing. Okay, so he needed to spread out the tent. He got down on his knees and rolled out the large bag of nylon in front of him. It took him a minute to get it to where there weren’t any folds and the shape looked right. As right as a saggy boneless tent could look. Alright, now for the poles. Douxie looked around him and found no poles. Where were the poles? Bleeding balroths, did he buy a tent without poles? Oh, no, it appears they were just still in the box. Ain’t that just the way.

Douxie got to work connecting the tent poles. Thankfully, they were connected by some sort of elastic and he didn’t have to figure out which went with which. He found the eyelets they were supposed to go in on the corners and slipped them in. it was a bit tricky, but he managed. He was glad to be able to have something to do with his hands to get his mind off Y/n. The universe did not let him avoid his thoughts for long, however, since now it was time to raise this bloody tent, which required two people, and Archie and Nari were nowhere to be seen. Of course. Y/n was glad to help him raise the tent. She was glad to hold it while he staked it to the ground. She was glad to do anything with Doux. He just felt guilty for asking.

Finally, their new home was up. For the night anyway. Curious, Y/n opened up the zipper door of the tent. It was small, but cozy nonetheless. She poked her head in to get a better look. Doux followed suit. She turned to him, to make some comment about it, but he didn’t hear a word she said. He was too focused on how her face was incredibly close to his face. Her lips, although in the middle of saying something to him, were right next to his. Could she notice he had been looking at her lips? He prayed she couldn’t notice him looking at her lips. She had. Y/n tilted her head in a gesture. She was asking him a question. Quick, response.

“HAAHAHha yes,,” Douxie panicked.

“Oh, ah, okay.” Y/n ducked back out of the tent. Oh Merlin, what did he just say to her.

***

Y/n spent a significant amount of time trying to light the fire, first with her shitty gas station cigarette lighter, then with some spark spells, when Archie came back and lit it with no problem. Damn dragons, always, breathing fire? He wasn’t around while she was struggling either so he couldn’t have helped her sooner. She was sure she had something to be irritated at him about though. He gets to sleep all day and he doesn’t have to pay bills or wear pants. Yeah, there it was. The smell of woodsmoke filled the air. It was fantastic. Y/n took a deep breath. The fire she had built wasn’t exactly a neat log cabin like she had been taught in girl scouts, but it’d work well enough to cook their dinner and keep them warm. Dinner, what were they even eating? Apparently, the answer to that question was trout that Arch caught in the river and some sort of root that Nari dug up. The roots were a bit strange, but Nari had insisted that they were delicious when roasted. Guess it was time to trust the veggie-lady and pray to the stars that they wouldn’t be spending this night poisoned.

The trout was great, although, whole. Y/n wasn’t sure how she felt about how it was looking at her while she ate it. Yeesh Archie, remove the heads? Don’t cats like to decapitate things? But it was a really good trout. Nice smoky flavor from the fire, seasoned with herbs that Nari picked. Douxie liked it, not seeming to mind the still intact head as much. He ate two. Y/n had no idea how he could fit two whole trout in his stomach but he did just that and ate some of Nari’s roasted tubers too. Speaking of which, they actually weren’t that bad. In fact, Y/n found herself eating quite a lot more of them than she expected. A quick google search revealed that they were something called a fairy spud. Y/n made a mental note to go look for some when she got home. If she got home. Maybe home would be different by the time they were safe from the Order. Maybe they’d make a new home. Of course, they’d have to since Douxie fucking burned down the apartment they shared along with their place of business. Her roommate could be a real dummy sometimes, but that was okay, it was entertaining. And cute. His recklessness was very cute. She’d even call it endearing.

The fire cracked loudly, scaring Y/n out of her revelry. Douxie had also jumped beside her. It was a very loud crack indeed. Archie looked smug. Y/n wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was pride for the trout that he had caught himself. Y/n wasn’t about to pretend to know what went on in an ancient cat-dragon’s head. And she had been taught not to meddle in the affairs of dragons, for she would be quite tasty baked into a blood pie.

She wasn’t sure what was hotter, the fire or her face. Y/n supposed that she was lucky for that fire, to blame on for her flushed cheeks. Douxie was not only sitting beside her, but right beside her. They were just sitting on the still-damp ground, there was plenty of space. He had said something about the smoke being too annoying over on the other side, but that didn’t mean he had to sit so close to her. Not that she didn’t want to be sitting right next to him. She’d focus on the fire, she loved fire. Just focus on the flickers and the popping and the smell. And she couldn’t stop thinking about him next to her. It was just, a little much right now. Too romantic. It was like Douxie and the fucking universe were conspiring to take her out. In both senses of the word. Stars, they were practically all alone out here, sitting by the fire, rubbing shoulders, and oh look at that, he’s got a guitar now.

Douxie had gotten a bit bored just staring into the fire, and desperately needed to distract himself from the fact that he just sat so close to Y/n. Why the hell would he do that. She had noticed, he just knew she had noticed. Time to salvage his pride. What better way to fix all those problems than with some good ol’ fashioned campfire songs? Luckily, he always had a great instrument with him now. Transfiguring his staff, he started to play. He’d stay away from the rock and roll for now since it was literally ten o’clock at night and they didn’t need any park rangers showing up. At first, he just played some classics with the volume turned down, then just practiced some riffs for a while, but once he noticed both Y/n and Nari get noticeably sleepy, he switched to a softer, sweeter melody. His fingers expertly plucked at the guitar strings, and also Y/n’s heartstrings in the process. It was such a beautiful lullaby he was playing. She wished she could hear him play it every night.

Nari was the first to head into the tent for the night. She curled up in one of the corners. Y/n would follow her, but Doux was still playing that lullaby, and she didn’t want to miss a note. It was like it was putting, well, a spell on her. She had a really hard time keeping her eyes open despite her will to keep listening to him, but Douxie picked up on it, stopping to her dismay.

“Come on, Love,” He scooped her up as if she were a child, “Let’s get you to bed,”

He carried her to the tent, but stopped dead in his tracks at the entrance. Fuzzbuckets, he forgot about the no-blanket problem. Archie was going to stay awake and keep the fire going through the night, so the cold was no longer a problem, but the ground was going to be hard and lumpy. Their backs were going to be incredibly sore in the morning. Great. He’d let Y/n use his chest as a pillow. No hidden motives here, it was just chivalry. Once they settled into a comfortable and totally not weird position, they began to enjoy a peaceful night sleep to the sounds of nature. Which lasted half an hour before the tent decided that was enough.

It kept shaking, as if someone or something was assaulting it. But whenever one of them got out to fend off the attacker, no one or thing was out there. And Archie was out there, watching it, and he reported nothing unusual. So, maybe the tent they bought from a haunted store was haunted. Who could have predicted that. Oh well, it’s not like it was that endangering, just annoying. They tried their best to ignore it.

But haunted tent did not like being ignored. That lovely woodsmoke smell shifted into, something strange, like, diet blood? The sickly smell of blood but lighter, gentler, and faint. As if the tent wanted to scare them but wasn’t really into it today. Again, not really that endangering as it was annoying so they elected to ignore that also. Nari didn’t seem to be on board with that decision however, and left to go lay by the fire with Archie. Douxie was acutely aware of the head resting on his chest. He was trying his best to control his heart rate and was failing. There was no way Y/n couldn’t feel it. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could do this. Lady Fortune smiled upon Doux. The tent abruptly collapsed in on them.

***

So plan B was to find an inn for the night. After making sure the fire was out, they headed off into town on foot. It was eerily empty, nothing but the occasional car passing through town, but they were in middle-of-nowhere Missouri. The lack of nightlife at could be excused. It was two in the morning; most townies weren’t out partying. The traffic lights reflected off the pavement. It was odd seeing the lights run with nothing there at the intersection, like they were directing invisible traffic. As if there were ghost cars. Maybe they should just get out of this town actually. And they would have, if they weren’t so exhausted that they felt like zombies. Absolutely knackered.

There were exactly three inns in this dinky little town. One that was very fancy, in which they couldn’t even afford to stay in a broom closet at, one that was run-down and cheap, but full, and the last one, their only available option, which was somehow even more run-down and sketchy than the other. Just looking at the outside of it, it was pretty obviously haunted. Or it could be that the people who worked there were really committed to Halloween decoration and got an early start this year. Yeah. The man at the front desk wasn’t exactly a friendly character either. All in all a bit dodgy. Y/n was getting quite antsy, and not only from the creepy vibe. This was the last-resort inn, and with the other one full, there was a good chance that this one might not have the most ideal rooms available. And she had read enough cheesy fanfiction in her life to know exactly where this was headed.

Sure enough, the gentlemen at the front desk informed them that the only room they had left was in fact that famous room with only one bed. She’d snort if this wasn’t killing her inside. She quickly put up a poker face. Douxie balked at the information, but they were desperate, so he quietly accepted his fate and took the room key. Lady Fortune could be kind of a bitch actually. The journey down the hall was awkward as hell. Nari wasn’t sure what was going on, but she didn’t like the atmosphere. She looked up at Y/n and took her hand. Y/n smiled down at the forest child. Nari didn’t return the smile.

They entered the room and took it all in. The first noticeable thing was the smell. Not blood this time thankfully, but stale dust and mothballs. They could work with mothballs. Nari wasn’t visibly repulsed by mothballs. The carpet was sticky. It’d be best not to think about why. There was that cursed full size bed. The only bed left and it’s not even a queen. Douxie and Y/n weren’t even going to be able to have any distance between them. Douxie took a deep breath. There was a shabby little dresser with a tv from the 70’s perched upon it. You know the ones with the rounded screens, big dials, and bunny ear antennas? Y/n wasn’t even going to try turning that on. She got the feeling whatever was on the local channels was not something she’d want to see. She’d not even check the news station for the weather report. Whatever stories were newsworthy in this town was not something she wished to know about either. There was a small armchair in the corner. The floral fabric was torn, revealing that it had been reupholstered recently. Nari took a liking to it and curled up for the night. Archie joined her and got comfortable. Doux cursed under his breath. He had been counting on Archie staying in the bed with them, to make it less awkward.

Y/n was sitting on the edge of the left side of the bed, dragging her fingers through her hair. Douxie put some protective wards around the door. He’d ward up the windows too, but there weren’t any. It added to the suffocating feeling in his chest. Y/n added some purification spells to keep out any less-physical surprise guests. Walking over to the chair, Doux took off his jacket and laid it over Nari and Arch. They looked cozy. He was glad someone would get a good rest out of this. He was sure Y/n would too. It was just him with this bloody problem. He’s the fool who caught feelings here. He must surely be mad. She finished combing out her hair and snuggled under the covers. Guess it’s time for him to get in too now. In the bed. Next to her. All domestic and such.

It only took but a few seconds before Y/n was out like a light. All that sleepiness and such. Despite being the sleep deprived one here, he was wide awake unlike her. The moment the receptionist had told him there was only one bed left, it was like he took a double shot of espresso. Nervous energy, straight into his veins. He normally wouldn’t sleep like this, stiff as a board on his back, but he wouldn’t dare move. They were so close. She still smelled like the fireside, a welcome change from the staleness of the air, yet still a reminder of just her close she was. It was so quiet in the room, all Douxie could hear was the faint blowing of the vent and the pounding of the drum in his own chest. And her breathing, Merlin, he could hear her breathing. It was so soft. He unconsciously synchronized his own breath to it. He wondered how she looked right now, all cozy and asleep. Surely, she looked adorable. Maybe her hair was in her face. Perhaps she was even drooling. He dared not look over to see.

Lady Fortune cackled. Y/n turned over in her sleep, and latched onto Douxie. Oh fuzzbuckets, bleeding balroths, by Merlin, Mordrax’s miracles, fuck. She wrapped her arms right around his chest and nuzzled into it. His face was fire engine red. Whatever chill left in the air was now gone. Her soft hair was tickling his face. She was obviously still asleep right now, and thought that she was cuddling a pillow, or stuffed animal, or, or whatever she cuddled. What was he supposed to do about this? What the hell was he supposed to do. Did he cuddle back? He wanted to cuddle back. He couldn’t cuddle back. He took a deep, calming breath. He should just try to get her off. After, several attempts however, he realized that wasn’t going to happen without waking her up. And he did not want to wake her. He accepted his fate once again tonight. He could feel both his willpower and consciousness fading. Might as well enjoy these last few moments while they lasted, too. It could quite possibly be the only time he’d ever get to fall asleep next to her. In her tender arms. Getting to not just listen to but also feel her breathe. Truly a bittersweet thing.

***

a/n 2: ha! here you go, not one but two glorious there’s only one bed moments. my rite of passage as a fanfic writer. stay tuned next time for oh my god they were roommates

#douxie x reader #douxie imagine #hisirdoux casperan x reader #hisirdoux x reader #hisirdoux casperan imagine #douxie casperan x reader #douxie casperan imagine #douxie #hisirdoux casperan #douxie casperan #my writing #the never ending roadtrip

[nanasarea]

Huang Renjun as your idol bf

Genre: fluff

Pairing: renjun x idol!reader

Request: could I request renjun? +  can you do idol renjun as you’re bf? +  can you do it for renjun? (triple request, it’s what he would have wanted)

Word count: 1225 (i had to stop myself or else this would have been 5k) 

a/n: we know I don’t proofread at this point so.....

Haechan /  Yuta / Mark / Jeno / Jaemin / Chenle / Jisung

Your schedules overlapped

you were at music core

and when renjun lost a dare

he had to go outside and sing his iconic voice crack

he felt embarrassed 

but you couldn’t help but laugh

and since jeno knew of renjun’s crush

and he was next to you when you laughed

he was like “i’m gonna be such a good wingman”

so he was like 

“his voice crack is funny, but wait till you see his horrible attempts at comedy”

r.i.p 

lee jeno

2000-2020

but it got you to talk to him so

it worked 

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

so you ended up taking him up on his offer

“to show you his horrible attempts at comedy over a drink”

and so you went

sm said no

but renjun bullied them into saying yes

i mean

he insisted 

:)

normalize bullying sm 2020

anyway

the media knew abt your relationship

before you two did

bu are you surprised

i mean the man does what he wants

if he wants to kiss you in public before you’re even offical

so be it

he knows what he wants 

and he shall get it

with consent of course

now onto the relationship itself

you soon realize jeno wasn’t kidding

sometimes his attempts really were horrible

sometimes they were really funny tho

you never knew which one you were gonna get

he likes to be unpredictable like that

buys you moomin merch

but like matching merch

only matching

bc if not, it’s all his

acts like he would sell you for a bag of expired doritos

but is actually madly in love with you

kisses your forehead and tucks you in

without knowing you weren’t asleep

so when you bring it up

he’s like 

“waaaaat no i was just ....”

and then runs away 

literally never a dull moment

something tells me he would sneak out of the dorms at like 2am

to drag you to watch the stars

and discuss alien life

or another conspiracy theory 

or one of his “do sunflowers turn themselves to face the sun?” questions

or he just blurts out something that makes you have to google the answer

would bet on it beforehand tho

it always ends in existential crisis 

speaking of bets

call it a hunch, 

but this boy would bet on everything

just so at the end, he could hear 

“you were right”

he dresses up for you

and the dreamies tease him

like that one time he tucked his shirt into his pants

and the dreamies were OI RENJUN~

on the topic of dreamies being brats

you join them

of course you do

they love you for it

he doesn’t hesitate to beat all your asses tho

he ends up choking you as a joke

and you jokingly moan

and say “harder, daddy”

and now he has discovered some new kinks

I’m sorry I had to include that, i had a dream abt that once so

but i mean 

are we surprised?

he may be tiny

but he’s an aries

and a scorpio moon

what do you expect

he also draws for you a lot

draws you a lot too

like a lot

has a whole sketch book

just for his drawings of you

and for you

it ends up filling up in less than a month

but in his defense, 

HE JUST LIKES DRAWING PRETTY THINGS OKAY

also

the type of person to be cheesy but like

only around you

when you’re in public

and you do something cheesy, 

he fake vomits

but in private,

he’ll be looking for something

“ren, what are you looking for?”

“my will to live”

*turns around and looks at you*

“nevermind, found it”

the first time he said something like this

you were convinced he finally got abducted by aliens

for talking about them so much

that they had to like switch him out with a fake renjun

but no, it was renjun

a very soft renjun

who is now very whipped and comfortable with you

teases you so much tho 

like I’m not saying he would roast you 6 times daily

but that’s exactly what I’m saying

we love a sassy icon

but it’s okay, you do the same 

but will square up whenever someone else does it

even you

“no one makes fun of y/n!”

y/n: haha look at how weird i look in this photo

renjun: square up, sweetheart

talks bout his day with you every night before bed

“so since chenle said the only food that can make him cry are onions, i threw a watermelon at him”

“i told jeno i knew he snuck out last night so he played dumb, a bit too dumb, because his response was “who’s jeno?”...i live with these people...”

“i should have stayed in china”

speaking of china, you ask him to teach you some phrases

and his reaction was 

“me? huang renjun? the man with a never-ending identity crisis?”

he does it anyway

he teaches you so well that you end up speaking Chinese for when you do group activities

“introduce your group in Chinese, please”

*all members look at you*

and he ends up teaching you only bc he’s whipped

you’re the only person who’s allowed to go to the moon with him when he wins the lottery

you walk into him laying on the floor

“lemme guess, you want everyone to disappear?”

“no, you can stay....sicheng can visit on the weekends, but that’s it.”

speaking of wayv, 

they are now your brothers-in-law

they treat you like you’re one big family

bc you are

so like for your bday, 

he only texts you hbd, 

but when he actually sees you, 

he ends up giving you like this one big speech about how lucky he is to have you

you cry

he cries

you both cry

your date nights are decided by rock, paper, scissors

no, i am not joking

whoever wins, gets to pick the movie, the food, so on

so let’s say you hang out with yangyang

you go shopping together

and then you tell renjun about your day 

and he’s like

“let’s not change the subject.”

“what’s the subject?”

“me”

of course he’s jealous

he’s an aries

with a scorpio moon

again, what do you expect

he does however love that you get along with his friends

also, I’m not implying that you have “short king anthem” as his ringtone or anything

but you totally do

because he’s 5 foot something and he indeed is royalty

short king renjun rise

but also have i mentioned you’re the only one who can calm him down

like jeno’s instinct is to call you when renjun gets like extremely sad or angry

you’re there in less than 5

obviously

fuck dance practice

renjun is more important

he does the same for you

i feel like he’d be so good at comforting 

like i can’t explain it

but he just gives the vibe

also i know we talk abt photographer na 

like a lot

but PHOTOGRAPHER HUANG

like he’s so talented in literally everything he does

renjun best boy(friend)

renjun ace

and whenever you compliment him

he gets so flustered

he is now the exact shade of a firetruck

but he will quickly cover it up

with something cocky like

“of course I am, I’m renjun”

to wrap this up, renjun is the best boyfriend and you both know it.

renjun > everyone else

convince me otherwise, I DARE YOU (spoiler: you can’t)

tag list: @soleilchannie​

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[luminous-faerie]

Can’t get enough of you

Natasha Romanoff x reader

Summary: You and Natasha have been dancing around each other forever, and finally, something happens. fluff. mentions of blood i think. tiny angst maybe?? mostly fluff.

A/N:I know basically nothing about surgery and medical stuff, so i apologise if any of this is wrong ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I forgot to proofread this and now I can’t be bothered. Also, this is the most I have ever written so, 10 points to me :)

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Words: 2450 ish

---xxx---

You grabbed a bag of popcorn and other snacks from the kitchen before running into Natasha’s quarters for your weekly movie night. Natasha was propped up against the headboard/pillows waiting for you.

“What took you so long? I almost started without you,” she teased.

“Gotta have the right snacks.” You dumped them on the bed and sat down next to her

“Am I not a good enough snack?” she joked as she graced her face with her signature smirk.

“Oh, shut up. What did you choose?”

“I was thinking of maybe Scott Pilgrim. Is that okay with you?”

“Oh my god! I love that film; it’s one of my favourites!” You smiled as Natasha pressed play.

Throughout the film, you found yourself watching Natasha instead of the movie. The way her lips twitched up when she smiled. The sound of her laugh when something funny happened onscreen.  How she flipped her hair when it got in the way. You found her absolutely adorable.

You had eaten the snacks at a rapid rate, and not even halfway into the movie, you were feeling sleepy. Natasha brought the duvet up to cover you, and you fell asleep with your head resting on her shoulder. Natasha herself was too tired to move you, so she switched off the movie and drifted off as well.

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You woke up and found Natasha’s bed empty. You were still dressed in your clothes from last night, snuggled underneath the duvet. You couldn’t see Nat anywhere, so you decided to get up and find her. 

You reached the kitchen and found Steve sat alone at the table. 

“Hey, Steve. Have you seen Nat today? I can’t find her.”

“Oh, she left on a mission early this morning.” Steve looked up from the newspaper he was reading. “She didn’t tell you?”

“No. She didn’t,” you murmured with disappointment. 

When you had gotten some breakfast, you sat opposite Steve and began to eat.

“Hey, Steve?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Last night, me and Nat watched this film, and you really look like one of the characters in it.” You giggled and showed him a picture of the character. “You should get a look like that.”

“Really? You think I could pull that off?” He asked incredulously.

“Oh, most definitely,” you replied cheekily.

“I’m not too sure, Y/N.”

“Aww,” you sighed disappointedly. “Not even for me, Stevie?”

“I’ll think about it,” he muttered. “So, you and Nat?”

“No. Go away, Steve.” He shook his head and turned back to his newspaper while you smiled shyly.

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The Quinjet arrived back late that evening. You waited for Natasha to come down the ramp with that signature smirk on her face, but instead, you were greeted with an unpleasant sight. 

Natasha was lying on a stretcher, with two agents pushing it towards the medbay. From the brief glimpse you got, you saw a bright, red gash running down the side of her face, and part of her tactical suit drenched in blood.   

You followed quickly behind as she was rushed to the medbay. Steve appeared behind you not moments later, just as tears were beginning to pool in your eyes.

“Is she-?”

“I don’t know.”

Natasha was rushed into an operating room where the doctors crowded around her and shielded her from your view. You watched through the glass window as an agent explained to Steve what had happened. 

 ---xxx---

“What happened?” you asked softly.

“When they thought they were out, a couple people were still following them. She got the rest of them onto the Quinjet and was covering them. She already had the cut on her head from the fight. When she was getting onto the jet herself...” Steve trailed off. “She got a bullet to the chest. We’ll find out properly when the doctors are finished. ” 

You merely nodded and turned back to look at Natasha through the window.

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The doctors informed you that Natasha would be okay. The cut on her head had needed stitches, and the gunshot wound wasn’t too bad, but it may take a while for her to wake up.  You had nodded solemnly and made your way into the room Natasha had been moved to. 

She was lying on the bed, her chest rising and falling. You saw the bandage covering her wound and shuddered.  

You dragged a chair up so you could sit next to her bed.

"She'll be alright, Y/N."  Steve patted your back gently. 

"I really hope so," you whispered, and Steve left you alone. 

---xxx---

Natasha was drifting in and out of consciousness. Her eyes didn't open, but every so often, she could hear a soft voice talking to her. The words were muffled with sniffs, so she didn’t pick up everything that the shaky voice told her.

“Nat. Would you please wake up soon? I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I hate it when you get hurt. You’re always risking your life for other people, and normally it’s fine, but now…”

“It hurts me when you get injured, Nat. You always care about other people’s lives and not your own an -and it’s like you don’t care about how I would feel if you were gone.”

“Y/N. Go get some food. You can’t stay here forever. You need to look after yourself. I’ll stay with Nat.” A new voice had appeared. “Nat. You need to wake up. Y/N is going to ruin herself without you.”

The first voice appeared again later.

“You mean more than you know to me, Nat. If you couldn’t be saved one day I- I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. Not when I’m so in love with you.”

That was what started to wake her up.

---xxx---

Natasha woke three days after the mission. You were sitting in the chair next to her bed when you felt her hand twitch in yours. You looked up and saw her eyes fluttering open. Her hand tightened around yours, and you met her gaze.

“Hey. How do you feel?” 

She scanned the room before looking back at you, coughed, and replied. “I- um- could you pass the water, please?”

“Oh, right.” You handed the glass to her and helped her to sit upright.

"Do you know what happened?"

"I got hit. I don't remember much after that."

"You got a bullet to the chest. You've been here for three days. Please don't scare me like that ever again."

"I'm sorry. Um Y/N-" she was cut off when the doctors rushed into the room to check up on her. You were pushed out of the way so they could run various tests on her.

"I'll see you later, Nat," you said. You left the doctors to do their job.

You met Steve outside Natasha's room. "How is she?"

"She's alright. The doctors are checking up on her now."

"That's good. How are you doing?"

"I'm fine. I was worried about her, but she's fine, so I'm fine."

"Are you ever going to tell her how you feel? You can't wait forever."

"She doesn't feel the same, Steve. She wouldn't want me," you said indignantly.

"You don't know that. I'm fairly certain she likes you too." 

You shook your head and rounded the corner; you needed to be alone. 

"Hey, Jarvis? Let me know if anything happens with Natasha, please."

"Of course, Ms. Y/L/N."

---xxx---

Steve waited outside Natasha's room until the doctors had finished and then went in to see her. 

"Hey, Steve." 

"Hi, Nat." Steve sat down next to her. "How're you doing?"

"Good. Apart from this nasty-ass scar I'm going to get, I'm good. But, can I ask you something about Y/N?"

"Are you two finally going to stop dancing around each other and get together?"

"What?!"

"Oh, come on, Nat. Everyone can see it. Well, everyone other than you and Y/N." Natasha sat there in silence, so Steve carried on. "What were you going to ask me?"

"I think she said something when I was asleep, but I don't know if I dreamed it or not." 

"Well... What did she say?"

"I think she told me she's in love with me..." Natasha mumbled. Steve couldn't quite make out the look on Natasha's face.

"Oh, Nat. I am almost absolutely certain that that is true. I mean - have you seen the way she looks at you?"

"I don't deserve her. She's too perfect. I don't understand - why she would want to be with me?"

"Natasha. She said she's in love with you. What else could prove that she wants to be with you?"

Nat was silent for a moment, then she murmured, "I think I'm in love with her too." 

"Now that you've finally realised that, make a goddamn move."

"Language, Rogers," she smirked.

---xxx---

It was late that night when you were woken abruptly by Jarvis. "Ms Y/L/N, Ms Romanoff seems to be having a nightmare. I am unable to wake her up."

You shot up from your bed, grabbed a robe,  and rushed towards Natasha's room in the medbay.   The corridors were empty thankfully, you made it there without anybody stopping you, or seeing the frantic state you were currently in.

Natasha was writhing on the bed. Sweat dripped from her forehead, and she was whimpering quietly. 

"Natasha. Hey, Nat."  You spoke softly, trying to wake her up. When she still wouldn't be woken, you shook her gently and carried on whispering her name. Eventually, this worked, and her eyes opened wide as she shot up from the bed.

"Hey, shh. Nat, you're okay. You're safe." Her breathing slowed as you carried on whispering soothing words to her. "Can I touch you?" She nodded, and you moved one hand to hold hers. You ran your fingers through her soft red hair, and she relaxed into your touch. 

"Are you okay?" She nodded. She was still shaking slightly, but you let it slide. You knew how nightmares could be. 

You wrapped an arm around her middle and pulled her closer to you. "Do you think you can go back to sleep now?"

"I think so." You pulled away, and let her settle back onto the bed. You gave her a confused look when she shifted to one side and lifted the covers. "Could you stay? I- you helped."

"Of course, Nat." You climbed in next to her and ran your fingers through her hair again. Within minutes, you were both fast asleep. 

---xxx---

Morning came, and Steve made his way to the medbay to check on Natasha. He faltered when he stepped into the room. You were wrapped up in Natasha's arms, and both of you were smiling in your sleep. So you finally told each other. Steve whipped out his phone and snapped a picture. He left the room silently with a smug look upon his face. 

---xxx---

Waking up in Natasha's arms was interesting. You remembered falling asleep next to her, but you couldn't recall her front being pressed up against yours. You untangled yourself from her and slip out of the room. 

You rushed back to your room and tried to compose yourself. Being that close to Natasha had left you flustered, and your cheeks were bright red. You splashed cold water over your face and got dressed.

Later on, when Natasha was awake, you visited her again. You would spend a couple of hours sitting with her talking.  Sometimes, you'd finish up on paperwork as you talked with her. She made it much more fun. You carried this on for the next few days until she was cleared from medical. 

Then things returned to normal. The two of you continued to dance around each other, neither of you brave enough to make the first move. 

---xxx---

"Y/N!"

"STEVE!"

"How are things with Nat?"

"What do you mean?"

"Did you kiss her yet?"

"Huh? No. We aren't together, Steve."

"WHAT?! But, that picture I took. You have to be together. "

"What picture? Steve, show me the picture. NOW!"

Steve pulled his phone from his pocket and showed you. It was of you and Natasha sleeping together in the medbay. Your face was pressed against Nat's cheek, and her arm was slung over your back. Oh no.

"Has she seen this?"

"Not yet."

"STEVE!” You sighed. “Change of subject. How about we talk about that new look you're going to get?"

"Y/N? Can I talk to you?" Natasha appeared by magic, and both you and Steve looked relieved.

"Sure."

Natasha pulled you out of the room and out of earshot from Steve. 

"What's up, Nat?"

"I have something to tell you."

"Okay... Nat, what is it? You're kinda scaring me."

"Um. I like someone on the team." Oh. "And I thought I should tell you first."  

"Oh. Why would you tell me first?"

"I need some advice." Great. "I don't really know what to do about it..." She trailed off. 

"Okay. Could you tell me who it is? That might help."

"I'm not sure that's a good idea." Was the Black Widow getting nervous?

"Can you describe them instead?"

"Well. They are hilarious, kind, and caring." She stopped for a second to think. "I love how they laugh." She took a step towards you. "They are the most adorable person I know." You could see the admiration in her eyes as she got closer. "I spend so much time with them already." Huh? " And I can't get enough of them." She was so close now, that you could feel her breath ghosting over your lips. "Can I kiss you?"

You didn't know how to answer her, so you smashed your lips against hers. Her lips were soft and better than anything you had ever dreamed of. You let yourself get lost in the kiss. Her hands moved to behind your head, and her fingers threaded through your hair. Her body was pressed up tight against yours, and your hand got knotted in her shirt. You were so lost in the kiss you had forgotten that you needed to breathe. 

"Hi." You rested your forehead against hers. You were both gasping breath. 

"You have no idea how long I have wanted that," you smiled.

"For as long as you've known me?"

"Pretty much," you said, giggling. "So, you can't get enough of me?"

She shook her head and grasped your hand tightly. 

"What new look is Steve getting, by the way?" Nat asked as you walked back into the main room hand in hand. Steve smirked when he saw you.

"You know that character he looks just like? From Scott Pilgrim?" Natasha looked shocked. "Yeah, that one." Steve's face suddenly turned to fear, and you both laughed.

"I cannot wait to see it." 

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