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xoxomireya · 4 months

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！ᶻz﹒the ultimate friendship guide﹒🦢﹕⤾

tysm for requesting @jasminejournal < 3 ! i had a lot of fun making this.

I. YOU CAN’T NATURALLY MATCH WITH EVERYONE

First things first: You can’t be friends with everyone. apart from the obvious “a friend to all is a friend to none”, it’s quite unrealistic to expect everyone to like you, and that’s okay! You just have to acknowledge that you aren’t meant to be liked by everyone.

Find people who are like-minded, who give you the same energy back, who have the same values, people that have healed and don’t bring their baggage and toxicity into the friendship. quality >>> quantity. Not everyone is meant for you and that’s okay, because we are not seeking quantity, we are looking for quality friends who have all the values i listed before and the ones you also find important.

The world is your oyster. in this era it’s easier than ever to make friends: meet a lot of people, say yes to plans, go to events, network, etc. The more people you meet the more you will realize that you can’t match naturally with everyone, some people are just not your vibe and the more people you meet the more likely you are to find someone you do mesh well together with. I completely understand that it might be harder for some people who are introverted or have social anxiety to socialize, but in that case I really recommend to work firstly on yourself because a lot of the times those things are triggered by insecurities and a bad relationship with oneself. I also recommend to practice with people online or people who know nothing about you, because that’s the thing: they know nothing about you. If you’re insecure, they don’t know that. If you’re acting in a confident way even though you’re not, they’re also not going to know because they don’t know the way you think or act.

Maybe the problem is YOU. Ifyou’re always losing friendships and struggling to maintain them, maybe the common denominator is you because you have issues you need to introspect. Focus on yourself for some time and fix all the issues that might be making you repel high-value people such as being insecure, romanticizing your sadness, having toxic and jealous behaviors…

II. WHERE AND HOW TO MEET PEOPLE

Like-minded communities !! You need to utilize the resources you have to make friends. friends that last are the ones who think in a similar way and who share similar values and interests, and you’re more likely to find like-minded people in like-minded communities. Build up the courage to go and do things alone so you become comfortable in going to places to meet people alone.

Some like-minded communities can be classes in which they teach hobbies of yours because when there’s a community of people whom you have to coexist with you will be forced to work together in a team and talk to each other and that will make it a lot more easier to make friends. Plus, you’re taking the same class so you’re going to have an interest/hobby to bond over which means automatic conversations without any awkwardness. Another option is to become a regular literally ANYWHERE. Ranging from a coffee shop to a gym, when you become a regular you familiarize with the staff and other regulars.

We’re living in an era in which technology can help you with almost anything. Use this to your advantage! Make online friends, use social media to search for like-minded people, download apps to make friends such as bumble bff…

III. HIGH-VALUE FRIENDS.

Now that you’ve prepared yourself and know where to find friends, let’s talk about how to know when someone is right for you.

Look for people who strive to be the best version of themselves and who are surrounded by positive energy. You are who you surround yourself with, so make friends that bring you positivity and who inspire you. Make sure that you both share how you want your future to look like and have similar future plans. Meshing well with them is a must. For example, someone who prefers and feels more comfortable having low maintenance friendships won’t match with someone who prefers to have high maintenance friendships.

And of course, respect is needed. You cross my boundaries? You’re out. Any sort of toxic or jealous behavior is NOT normal and you should not be friends or be influenced by that type of people.

IV. WHAT TO TALK ABOUT AND HOW TO BE A GOOD FRIEND.

Do NOT come off as desperate. “What if they don’t like me?” Thinking like that will only make you be so immerse in your thoughts that all of your confidence will disappear. Focus on having a “How can I make them feel comfortable and understood?” mindset, you’re now not thinking only about yourself and being self-conscious, so you’re going to appear more confident and since now you’re focusing on listening and making the other person feel comfortable you will make an amazing first impression.

Ask them questions about themselves. People love talking about themselves and this will immediately make them like you. Do not make it look like an interview, tho. Make sure you provide your input too which shouldn’t be hard because every question you ask is going to be redirected to you. You can also start the conversation with a compliment!

Friendship is a two way street. It needs to go both ways and you need to follow up with each other. What are they offering you? What are YOU offering them? Think about what can you give without forgetting what can you receive. The type of friend you want is the type of friend you need to be

V. HOW TO MAINTAIN FRIENDSHIPS

Everyone has the type of friendship maintenance they feel more comfortable with, but it's a fact that low-maintenance friendships are tho ones that last. Even if you feel more comfortable having high maintenance friendships, make sure that both of you can accomodate to having to maintain the friendship even when both of you are busy.

COMMUNICATION!!! I assure you that there's probably going to be a lot of hardships and misundersatings in your friendships (And that's not bad, we're human) and no proper communication will lead to the deterioration of the friendship.

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readychilledwine · 4 months

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hii!! i’m in love w your writing!!❤️❤️❤️ can i please request one where it’s azriel x reader. Feyre sees azriel wearing a ring on his left finger and asks,

” i’ve seen you wear that ring forever azriel, what does it mean? ”

” it’s my wedding ring ”

and her jaw drops bc she didn’t know he even had a lover.

” who is she? do i know her? what is she like? ”

he smiles faintly and says

” her name is y/n, she’s my mate and wife and she isn’t a warrior like us, she works at a library downtown. you don’t know her, only rhys and cassian do. we have a house in the outskirts in velaris. she is very sweet and i love her more than anything, our daughter is- ”

” YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER ????? ”

he nods and tells them all about her, he asks if feyre wants to meet reader and their daughter and feyre smiles and nods. He asks reader in the mating bond if it’s okay to bring her, nyx, rhys and cassian to dinner. reader says yes and azriel tells feyre he’ll pick them all up tonight before leaving to help his wife prepare. Reader meets feyre and become friends instantly, nyx and their daughter become friends aswell.

” how did i not know this?? this makes so much sense now. How he never sleeps here and he’s gone for days sometimes but not on missions. ” feyre asks rhysand.

”don’t worry i didn’t know for a long time either, Az is a very private person, he is extremely protective of his family. i’m glad he told me at all. either way he’s still a mystery sometimes, i learn new things about him all the time and i’ve known him for over 500 years” rhys says and laughs knowing your perfect for his brother 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️😭🥹😍

Haven

Warnings - none

A/n - I played with this for a while, rewrote it several times, and then made something that met in the middle of what came to mind, but still stuck with the request. Hopefully, you love it, dear 💜

Feyre had been in Velaris for 5 years. 5 long years and she had yet to figure out why Azriel kept a simple black band on his left ring finger at all times.

The two of them were on the couch, Rhys across from them, as they looked over maps of a few of the Illyrian Camps that had been recently renovated. The new cabins, mess halls, and dorms were a huge success, and figuring out the same layout for the remaining few was a huge topic of interest for the three smaller camps.

She glanced at the ring one more time before tapping it. Rhys and Azriel both looked at her, brows raised. "So, not magic," she muttered to herself. She tried spell cleaving it, "And not a ward or shield."

Azriel blinked at her, brows knit in silent question. Rhys had his hand over his mouth, hiding his amusement. Leave it to his wife to provide entertainment without knowing it was needed. "I-" she sighed. "You wear this ring all the time. I'm trying to figure out why."

Both of the males chuckled. "Probably the same reason you wear your wedding ring, Feyre Darling."

The High Lady made face, tapping the ring again. "Don't be ridiculous, Rhys. I would know if Azriel was married."

"Evidently not, my love."

Feyre and Azriel held eye contact, the male then going back to the maps. "Since I have extensive time in Steppes Peak, I think it would be easiest to move the mess hall here, at the base of the mountain, maintain the warroom in the carved out cave, and build better dorms here," he pointed to an empty part of the map.

Rhys nodded, drawing it out on the empty map he had. "I'm sure y/n will agree with whatever you say."

"Okay, stop." Feyre crossed her arms, pouting slightly at the two of them. "Azriel isn't married, and making up some name to make me feel stupid isn't kind."

Azriel sighed. He leaned back while dropping the scent ward he kept on himself at all times. He watched as her face fell. He knew his scent, chilled air and cedar, was the predominant one in the mateship, but now a soft floral scent, something like lavender and warm honey clung there softly.

"I've been married for longer than you have been alive, Fey." Azriel patted her hand. "I have a daughter older than you and another younger than Nyx."

He watched as her face fell, a small amount of hurt flashing across it. "Why didn't you tell me?" She paused, looking at the sleeping heir in his craddle. "We could be having play dates. I could have a friend who understands."

Guilt settled into his face as he pulled her into him. "I torture people for living, sweet sister. I execute people on your orders. I imprison people with a flick of your wrist." He tilted Feyre's head up. "Y/n has no combat training and refused to learn. She likes to sit at home writing poetry, baking, and cuddling our children. I do not bring her around or introduce them to anyone to keep them safe." His face held the ghost of a rare smile. "I think I've brought her to meet Rhys and Cassian once."

Rhys nodded. "I've met her once here and several times behind your back in town. Especially after my first niece was born."

Feyre kept her gaze on Nyx. "He could have a friend," her voice was distant.

Azriel stood, placing a kiss on her forehead as he did. "I'll be right back." Rhysand's smile grew wide. Folding the maps and putting them away. He moved to the liquor cabinet, bringing down one of his more expensive wines.

Azriel reappeared with you and both daughters in tow. Your oldest ran to Rhys, jumping on him and holding him tightly, her wings fluttering with joy as she did. "Hello, Amara," he nuzzled into her hair. "Missed you so much, baby girl. Cassian is on his way."

He walked with her in his arms to the table, setting the wine down and then carried her over to Feyre. "Would you like to meet your aunt?" She allowed Rhys to set her down and turned toward Feyre.

There was little question she was Azriel's. She was the beautiful artists dreamed of painting. Soft classic features framed with inky black hair that fell in gorgeous curls. "Feyre, this is our niece Amara. She's 56. She was my favorite suprise when I got home from the mountain."

She smiled shyly, keeping close to Rhysand. "Hi."

"Hi," Feyre didn't know what came over her, pulling the Illyrian female close to her and holding her. "I'm so excited to meet you."

Amara wrapped her arms around Feyre, returning the gesture. "Me too. Mom and I have been BEGGING dad for a while. But you know how the bats are."

The door slammed open, rushed loud footsteps and a panting filling the hall. "Where's my baby?!"

Amara pulled away from Feyre, smiling softly before moving away from all of them. She was rushed by Cassian, lifted up into his arms as he spun her.

Feyre looked to her side, noticing Azriel next to her, holding a swaddled bundle. "This is Iris. She's a month younger than Nyx." Azriel wouldn't look away from his daughter and her peaceful sleeping face. "I fear the day she loses her chipmunk cheeks."

Feyre looked around the room, trying to find the reason this was happening and felt her heart shift when she saw you, arm wrapped around Rhysand's bicep, looking at Nyx.

You were wingless, long dark hair braided back. Soft leggings and a sweater that was a few sizes too big covering your frame. Cassian had moved next to you, bumping you with his arm and smiling down at you. "He's so beautiful," your voice was a melody, a soft echo that brought calm to the room. "And so sweet. Look at those rosy cheeks."

Rhysand pulled you away, moving you back to Feyre. He handed you to Azriel, arms out expectedly. "Don't make me command it."

The shadowsinger placed his youngest in Rhysand's arms, hands shaking despite the trust between them, "Be careful with her. Please." Rhys nodded, moving over to Cassian. "Feyre, this is y/n, my wife and mat-"

Feyre didn't allow him to finish, hugging you instantly, tears lining her eyes as she did. "Please tell me we can be friends and cry about our babies together."

"I didn't realize that would even be a question. Of course we will be friends, and of course we will cry about all of the things. Our mates don't get it. Cassian, though, Cassian will join us."

The warlord stuck one finger in your direction. "Let me love them in peace, y/n."

You leaned into Feyre, "Has he cried while holding Nyx yet?"

She nodded. "Oh yeah. Big illyrian baby."

"The worst, aren't they? Rhysand, did you want me to make dinner?"

The High lord looked at Azriel, a small look of guilt on his face, "Please."

You squeezed Feyre's arm, kissing Azriel as you moved towards the kitchen. "You know where to find me if she needs me." He nodded.

Azriel moved to Cassian, watching like a hawk as the general snuggled the small babe in his arms. Amara was sitting by Nyx a look of love and adoration on her face as she sighed.

"She's perfect for Azriel in every way," Rhys stroked Feyre's hand. "I was nervous at first too when he brought her home. I was even more nervous when his fears manifested in the form of being deeply private with her. But she is perfect for him."

Feyre nodded, watching as Azriel glared as Cassian due to the loud squeak his baby had just let out.

"His girls are beautiful." Rhys hummed in agreement. "Y/n is beautiful."

Feyre moved to Amara's side, sitting next to her and smiling as her niece started asking questions.

She didn't realize it until now, but this was the missing piece. The part of the puzzle that had sat empty despite every thing around it being done. You and your girls were that lost center.

Now she just had to convince Azriel to keep bringing you around.

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kpopluvrsblog · 3 months

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Stuck in the middle

REQUESTED!

pairing : bnddom!jaehyun x fem!reader x bnddom!leehan

genre: WOOOO HERE WE GO. ANGST. fluff and of course smut

warnings: dom/sub, jealousy dynamics, rough, overstim, 3some etc etc etc (yk how my works go)

summary: Leehan’s been chasing you for as long as he remembers, but once Jaehyun beats him to the long felt confession, you have to chose between two very loving boys. Who will you choose…or will you not choose at all?

a/n: Lmk if y’all want individual endings. I’m still debating :)

“Hannie can you maybe like not breathe down my neck??” You sigh loudly. Once again leehan will NOT get off of your ass.

“You’re feeding my babies- I need to make sure you do it right.” He says sharply, still not moving an inch. “I’m literally just dropping the food in…” you reply with an eye roll, letting the last piece of food fall into the glowing fish tank.

“heh you’re right I just like looking at you y/n” he says with a smirk.

Just like always you disregard his words knowing it’s harmless. That’s just how he is right? Flirty with everyone.

“There, now they are all fed and healthy. Was that all?” You say now turning to face him as he finally takes a step back.

“mmmm you could give me a kiss?” He suggests smugly, trying to lean close before you maneuver your way to the front door.

“Stop being silly.” You reply, ears starting to burn from his actions along with the thought of kissing him.

“Hey, get home safe okay? Text me when you make it love.” He smiles sweetly, changing the subject as to not make you uncomfortable. Pet name slipping out as if you were together.

“As always hannie. See you later” You smile back. On your way home your mind wanders to leehan. He is truly handsome but you couldn’t jeopardize your close bond like that. He is flirty at nature and it’s extremely hard to tell if he means anything he says. Too scared of confrontation, you push your feelings away. Just being close to him is enough for you, even if it’s nothing more.

Pulling you out of your thoughts, your phone loudly rings. Checking the caller ID you read “myung baby” giggling at the nickname. Boy is always crying so it is pretty fitting for him.

“Helloooo” You answer the call.

“mmmmm pleassse” he mumbles through the phone.

“Hey hyun are you okay??” you say as your breath starts to pick up. He doesn’t usually act like this.

“come overrr y/n” The call abruptly stops.

Luckily his house was a mere 5 minutes from yours, quickly making your way over before banging on the door.

“I missed you” He immediately says before even fully opening the door.

“myung jaehyun you scared me asshole.” You pout shoving your way past him and making your way to his couch.

“I’m sorry” He responds smiling widely. “I just wanted to talk to you about something” he continues, allowing himself to sit next to you.

“Hyun maybe now isn’t a good time, I can see the drinks on your kitchen counter…”You start, eyes leading to see the alcohol stored away.

“I pinky promise you I am not drunk. I just needed a shot to get myself started for this.” He says, as you look over to him to see his ears slowly turning a bright red.

He continues before you get the chance to respond.

“I’m just going to be honest but you make my heart so warm y/n, genuinely. I can’t stop thinking about you and it kills me to not be able to call you mine. You’re just so perfect in every way and I can’t keep going on like these feelings don’t exist to me…I’m sorry i’m rambling” He stutters out as his hands shake, looking down to the floor.

“hyun baby, look at me” you say softly, warmth filling your chest with the love and care you’ve had for this boy. As he looks up into your eyes you grab his shaking hands to calm him.

“You cutie. I’ve felt the same for quite a while now. I mean, I wanted to become friends with you in the first place because I had an interest in you.” How could you not with the way he makes you laugh and takes care of you like no other. He makes you feel like you are the only person in his world and you have noticed the tension for a few weeks by now.

“Stop I will cry right now.” He says in shock, a huge smile adorning his pretty face. “Will you be mine then? Will you let me call you mine from now on?” He asks, biting his lip in the process, the tension pulling on the strings even more. “Of course baby-“ You don’t finish before he pulls you into a big hug, practically squeezing you.

He quickly pulls away to look you in the eyes, will both of you blushing he moves his hand to hold your cheek, eyes moving fast between your lips and so forth. You waste no time, leaning in to feel the comfort of his plush lips. Starting with only a peck, he smiles before pulling you back to his lips, letting them move steadily against each other. It quickly gets messy as he tilts his head to go in deeper, allowing his tongue to slide into your mouth.

“hyun” You gasp aloud, causing him to let out a sigh. He shifts you both so you are now on top of his thighs. You start to roll your hips onto his, needing to feel something as you start to feel a wetness pool down your thighs. You both moan into each other mouths as the pleasure is unbearable.

He pulls away suddenly to look you in the eyes once more, his eyes glossed over and lust prominently showing.

“Please baby do you want this. I’ve wanted you for so long I won’t be able to stop.” He says deeply, hands gripping your waist to keep you moving on top of him, his boner now struggling to stay in his pants.

“Fuck please hyun I need you so bad.” you moan, moving your head to the side of his neck and sucking pretty marks onto his soft skin. He leans his head back giving you space before abruptly lifting you up as if you weighted nothing. Bringing you both to his dimly lit bedroom and throwing you onto the bed before getting on top of you. He grabs your wrists and pins you down, lips moving to your neck now giving you the same treatment. His kisses hurt, for sure leaving his marks for all to see. He doesn’t want you to be able to cover these. He slowly lifts off your shirt, struggling to remove himself from your neck. Moaning uncontrollably into your skin. You tug on his hoodie, wanting to see him. He removes it swiftly and you gasp. His beautiful tan skin and toned stomach on display. The ache in your stomach growing stronger. You reach up to drag your nails against his stomach and he smirks down at you.

“Like what you see my love?” he asked in a soft voice, causing you to nod.

“fucking words.” he spits out. A complete contrast to before.

“Yes I love what I see, you’re so perfect hyun I need you so bad.” You whine out, needing to feel him inside of you. The praise getting to him as his cock twitches in his pants. He unbuckles his pants and without another second, takes his boxers off along with it. Letting his cock spring free to slap against his stomach. “So fucking thick.” you thoughtlessly moan out, legs rubbing together. ”let me suck you off please baby” you beg, now becoming needy for him, needing a sweet taste.

“Another time y/n. I fucking need you so bad it hurts, need to be inside.” He rants as he finally takes off your pants and underwear, leaving your pussy glistening for him. He moans and leans down to kiss and suck your breasts, fingers prodding at you entrance to prepare you for himself. He sticks two fingers in and moves quickly, the suction making it hard to move. “Ah jae fuck it feels so good.” you moan, hips moving in circles with his fingers. He curls them repeatedly inside of you for just a few seconds more.

“I’m so sorry baby this is going to hurt. I need to feel that on my cock. Just tell me if you can’t take it.” He says before grabbing his cock and lining himself to your entrance. He rubs his thick tip against your folds and your body shakes. He is so fucking big it’s unreal. He moves your legs to wrap around his waist, and starts to push himself through your tight walls.

“fuckkk let me in baby.” He groans throwing his head back. You bit your lip as he pushes and pushes, you feel every inch as your walls expand to let him fit. He harshly grabs your thighs and finally reaches the hilt. He sits for a minute, face scrunched and heavy breathing.

“You can move baby. Just fucking ruin me, im yours” You whisper to him and he whines aloud. He moves one hand to grab the headboard as the other grips your waist. He pulls himself out of your tight walls, leaving only the tip before forcing himself back in. You both moan loudly and he starts to move at a faster pace. His hips slam against yours as your pussy compulses against his cock. It feels so fucking good. The bed creaks as your moans fill the air, he angles his hips to hit the spongy spot inside of you.

“Fuck dont stop please” You whine.

“wasn’t planning on it pretty.” he barely gets out before whining once more. “So fucking tight I can cum any minute babygirl.” He moans

He starts to push himself harder into you, slapping noises filling his apartment. He slides in effortlessly now losing rhythm.

“inside” you moan. He immediately grabs onto your hips with both hands, lifting you up and pounding into you, his hips rubbing against your clit as your release hits you harder than ever. “fuck fuck gonna give you my babies, m gonna fill you up so good.” Jaehyun cums inside of you when he feels you convulse, streams of warm cum filling your walls until its dripping out. “Fuck I came so much.” He smiles down at you leaning down to kiss you and rub your sides.

“baby we made a mess” You whine out making him laugh at you. “I couldn’t help it you’re so hot. He responded smiling into your kiss. He reluctantly pulls out of your warm embrace, more of his cum dripping on the sheets, he looks away quickly before he gets hard again, knowing he already worn you out. “I’ll clean us up my love, rest your eyes.” and fuck after that you don’t need to be told twice

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jaehyun: Bro. I finally did it.

Leehan: Diddd what exactly?Jaehyun: I confessed to y/n last night!!! She said yes. You have no idea how happy I am to call her mine man.

Leehan: •••

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Fuming. Thats what leehan felt. He instantly left his house the moment he saw the text. How fucking dare jaehyun confess to you when he knew leehan had a thing for you as well. There was an agreement to make no moves and he fucking broke it. His heart slowly breaking to pieces, leehan makes his way over to jaehyun’s house. Knowing you were sleeping soundly in the upstairs bedroom with him.

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Using the hidden key, leehan slams jaehyuns apartment door open, only to be met with a sleepy jaehyun making his way down the steps. Jaehyun immediately freezes in his steps knowing what’s to come is no good.

“Are you fucking serious dude.” leehan deadpans, slowly inching his way closer to the shocked boy.

“What…Why are you here?!” Jaehyun responds hastly.

“Shut the fuck up. I’ve been chasing her for YEARS and all the sudden you think you can steal her from me like that???” Leehan says as his face turns red, fists clenching. Leehan suddenly swings to punch the wall behind jaehyun.

“Bro calm down please… You know I wanted her just as ba-“ Jaehyun is caught off guard when leehan suddenly grabs him and pushes him out of the still open door, quickly shutting it and locking him out.

“LEEHAN ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME RIGHT NOW???” Jaehyun yells angrily from the other side. “It’s either this or I punch you. You broke our code fucker.” leehan says coldy, storming off to go upstairs knowing you were still in his bed. The thought makes his blood boil, now regretting not punching his friend.

Leehan swings the door open to see you still sleeping soundly, wrapped in the silk sheets looking as gorgeous as ever. “oh my baby” Leehan says quietly, walking towards you. His anger now dissipating as he looks down at you.

Feeling a sudden weight on the bed you open your eyes. Realizing this was not your so called boyfriend you shoot up in shock. “LEEHAN??! What the fuck are you doing here?? Where’s jaehyun.” You start to rant before he shushed you.

“Too many questions. Let me talk.” He says shortly. He quickly leans down to trap your lips with his. You try to push him off but it’s no use as he pins you down by your arms. He slowly moves his lips against yours. Why are you starting to feel hot…. Sure you always thought he was fine but you have a boyfriend now, this is NOT right. After seconds he pulls away, a trail of spit connecting you both.

“LEEHAN. You can’t just do that- That’s not- what..” You cant form a proper sentence now, only to open your eyes to see tears in leehans.

“Leehan what…What’s going on i’m so lost..” You finally stutter out.

Leehans tears start to fall slowly. “I’m so fucking sorry y/n I couldn’t help it. I love you so much I know it’s sudden but I’ve loved you before I even introduced you to jaehyun. It’s just not fair.” He starts to cry harder, shoving his face into your neck as he hiccups. “You should be with me, not him. I tried so hard to get you to feel the same for me and I regret never confessing earlier. It hurts so bad y/n make it stop please.” He whines into your neck.

your hearts breaks in two, now seeing that the man you’ve fallen for all these years ago had always loved you back, the moment you try to move on it all comes crashing down. Seeing him in tears hurts more than anything. You move your hands to wrap around him, the feeling of love that you’ve always felt hits back, warmth filling your heart. “I’ve always loved you leehan, trying to force myself to move on from you is the hardest thing i’ve ever tried to do. I always thought you were just teasing me because you knew I liked you…” you say softly to him.

“I love you y/n you don’t understand .” He says, lifting his head to look into your eyes “please let me prove it to you. Let me make you feel things he could never do for you.” He finishes, bringing himself back down to your lips, barely touching them. “Ill do it right this time. Can I kiss you please? Do you give me permission to please you baby?” He asked softly, strong arms wrapping around your body caressing gently.

“Please” Is all you can whisper out before he closes the distance. All thoughts of poor jaehyun leaving your mind, not even wondering where he is.

You’re mind is completely full of leehans soft lips moving against yours. Stealing your breath away. He starts to softly roll his hips into yours, pleasure already fulfilling your senses as you moan into his lips. You clench around nothing when you feel his hard on slide between your folds, He presses down hard into you, the desperation showing in his movements.

He starts to remove your pants and underwear at the same time, eager to see you. He lifts up the tshirt you are wearing, easily seeing how its jaehyuns and not your own. you make a move to slip it off before leehan stops you. “Keep it on.” He says darkly, sliding the shirt up just enough to suck on your tits. His toungue rolls around your nipple before harshly sucking. You can’t stop your hips from moving trying to get more friction.

“hannie take off your shirt I wanna see you” You mumble as you tug on his long hair. He bites his lip as he removes all of his clothes, now feeling too hot to keep anything on. You moan at the sight of his six pack, reaching out to touch the muscle, before looking down to see his long dick leaking from the tip.

“thats right baby.” He smirks before leaning down to kiss you again, his fully hard dick now against your soaking wet pussy.

“So wet baby.” He mumbles against your lips once more. “Can probably slide right in hm? Little slut doesn’t need prep?” He continues as he slides his dick between your folds.

“M’ not a slut” Is all you reply.

“Mmm you’re right honey, just a slut for me and my dick hm?” He asks as you nod eagerly.

“beg for me to put it in baby. Show me how bad you want me.”

His words turn you on so much, the wetness pooling between your thighs, ready for him to fuck you good.

“Please hannie been needing you for so long. Need you to fuck me baby, pleaseee” Is all you can say before he prods at your entrance with his tip. You both moan loudly as he slides in, not wasting any time to push himself as deep as he can go.

“fuckkkk my baby is so tight for me mmm” He says. Pulling halfway out before rocking his hips into your own, balls slapping against your thighs creating nasty sounds that turn you both on. He has a steady rhythm, biting his lip so hard he might start bleeding. His dick feels so good inside of you

“y/n ffuckkk” He cant stop the moans from leaving his mouth, hair sticking to his forehead as his eyes roll back. His dick hits the deepest parts of your body, hitting that spongy spot that knocks the breath out of you.

“WHAT THE FUCK” You both hear. Your heart beginning to beat out of your chest you try to move away from leehan. Only for him to pin you down and continue drilling into you.

“hannie stop please.” you whimper, tears threatening to fall from embarrassment.

Jaehyun storms to pull leehan away from you, his dick harshly sliding out of you causing you both to moan in agony.

“Get the fuck away from her you dirty bastard.” jaehyun says as his hearts breaks to pieces. “y/n how could you fall for his trap… I thought you loved me baby…” jaehyun finally looks at you, seeing his tshirt still covering your body and the wetness between your thighs causes his dick to twitch.

“Jaehyunnie… I’m so fucking sorry I do lov”

You’re silenced with a leehan covering your mouth.

“Dont you fucking dare.” Leehan says with his eyes narrowed. “EVERYONE JUST SHUT UP.” Leehan finally snaps.

“You wanna fucking end this??” Leehan says now making eye contact with jaehyun. “Fuck her with me then. We’ll let the pretty baby pick, see who can make her feel better hm?” He ends now looking at your gorgeous body.

Jaehyun wants to decline, only wanting you for himself but seeing you so worn out gets him sooo horny.

“fine.” Is all be responds. Taking off his shirt quickly and getting on the bed to make out with you. Leehan rolls his eyes watching jaehyun taint your gorgeous lips.

“I’m finishing what I started.” Leehan says sharply. getting on the bed to pull you back to him, His dick easily sliding back into you as you both moan out. Not wanting to miss out jaehyun takes off his pants and boxers, his thick dick slapping against his stomach. You clench around leehan at the sight. Jaehyun moves closer to you and you take his dick in your mouth, trying your best to deepthroat him and make him feel good. The room is filled with panting and moans as leehan starts to slam into you now that jaehyun is watching, hand moving down to rub circles on your puffy clit.

“dont fucking come yet.” Jaehyun says, shoving his dick down your throat and pulling all the way out when you gag.

“think you can fit us both at the same time?” Jaehyun says making leehan finally slow down to a halt, doubting your poor tight pussy.

“Man she is so fucking tight you’ll need to prep her, I don’t want her in pain.” Leehan says with sincerity in his voice for once.

Nodding jaehyun makes his way to the bed and lays down. With your mind in a fuzzy state you don’t comprehend what they’re doing. Leehan leads you to sit on top of jaehyun dick, moaning out in unison once more. Jaehyun sticks his fingers inside of you along with this dick, the stretch painful.

“fuck I cant do it guys.” You finally speak up clenching your teeth.

“Can I fuck your ass?” Leehan wastes no time to ask. Watching you start to stutter and give no direct answers, Jaehyun lifts you a bit higher so leehan can fit his dick into your tight unused hole. He stretches you out with only one finger. You gasp at the feeling and clench down tight.

“Relax baby, you gotta let him in.” Jaehyun says soothingly, slowing starting to fuck up into you in order to distract you. Your moans of pleasure filling the room. After a minute he adds two more fingers and begins to scissor them inside of you.

“Oh fuck hannie pleaseee.” you moan out, pleasure filling every aspect of you. Leehan spits on his dick before sliding only the tip in, Jaehyun stilling inside of you to let you adjust.

“oh-oh feels weird hannie i cant.” Jaehyun shushes you with a kiss to your lips, letting leehan push himself farther into you as you scream out. Leehan stops finally hitting the hilt, you’re so tight he can barely move.

“shh baby you feel so fucking good mmm. Will feel so good for you in a minute promise y/n.” Leehan moans out, trying not to thrust inside of you. Jaehyun takes initiative and starts his thrusts, the bouncing making you slowly move back and forth onto leehans dick as well. After a second leehan pulls out and fucks into you as you moan uncontrollably, the pleasure is something you’ve never felt before. Both holes filled as they fuck you simultaneously. Now pounding into you, you feel your high coming close. The need to cum on their dicks so strong you can’t hold back.

“think she can cum leehanie?” Jaehyun asked breathlessly.

“Fuck yeah. ass so good for me baby go ahead and cum.” Leehans says, his high just a minute away.

Hearing this you let the band snap, cumming on them both as they continuously slide in and out of your wet pussy. Now creaming around jaehyuns cock, as your body shakes. Leehan hold you up, railing into you as hard as he can go.

“Fuck jaehyun you need to cum now. I need to fill her up too.” leehan groans, arms wrapping around you as your back is to his stomach, he mosns into your neck as your whining makes him impossibly closer.

“fuck m’ cumming inside baby.” Jaehyun says, his cock sliding deep inside of you as he makes little thrusts to empty himself. moaning loudly he throws his head back, Not even pulling out before leehan shoves himself into your pussy. The sudden stretch makes you immediately cum against both boys again, your pussy pulsating against them both while leehan cums inside of your walls. Painting it white along with jaehyuns mess. Feeling leehans big dick rub against his own, jaehyun had to hold his moans back, too tired to go once more. They both pull out together, your pussy now stretched out that their cums spill beneath you.

“hollllly fuck that was good.” Leehan says putting his jealousy aside. Jaehyun reluctantly

agrees, patting down your hair as you pant to yourself. Your eyes close uncontrollably.

“Let’s clean up.” Jaehyun says watching you breathe softly, not wanting to feel sticky or sleep in this mess.

“you got it.” leehan replies shortly. After cleaning and dressing you up. Jaehyun crawls into his bed next to you and pulls you to his chest.

“myung.” Leehan says coldy, making jaehyun release you instantly.

“sorry…” is all he can reply, just wanting to be alone with you. “no you’re right…no matter how much it hurts she still has to chose right?” he sadly responds, getting out of the bed as they both head downstairs.

she has to chose right.

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these words ring in your head as you dread your decision. Both boys have been nothing but sweet and amazing to you so how were you supposed to pick.

The boy leehan that has loved you for ages since you met, or the boy jaehyun that caught something for you after leehan introduced you both. Morning time rolls around and you want to throw up, so nervous to how their reaction will be.

“Oh look, princess is awake” leehan mumbles with food in his mouth. Both boys seemingly getting along like old times which makes you happy. How could you be the one to break apart this beautiful friendship.

“I’m not choosing” You instantly say. Making jaehyun choke on his cereal and leehan trying to pat his back to make sure he doesn’t die.

“sorry WHAT??” Jaehyun responds with his voice hoarse.

“whatdya mean not choosing??” Leehan says calmly, heart beating out of his chest.

“I mean it as in I love you both. Of course in your own different ways but I seriously can’t pick only one and break you guys apart…” you finally answer, sadness filling your heart.

“damn well. I wasn’t really looking for a three way relationship but I guess we can make it work.” Jaehyun says before leehans slaps him aside the head.

“bro. dont make it sound weird- we are NOT together. “ Their bickering makes you giggle to yourself. You make your way over to them and the both pull you into their embrace.

“hungry baby? we can cook you something” Leehan says sweetly.

maybe this relationship wont be so bad after all….

“technically im the only one dating y/n because you didn’t ask her out-“ jaehyun screams before leehan smacks him once more. “I SWEAR I will lock you outside again.”

Well… at least you have entertainment and two hot boys that love you dearly

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kimbappykidding · 15 days

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Imagine your boyfriend San getting jealous over the attention you give Yeosang

San knew he wasn't your usual type. That wasn't what bothered him. He could deal with being your new type and winning a girl over. However what he struggled to deal with was how one of his members was ridiculously your type. San realised the second he introduced you to Yeosang that he'd made a huge mistake. You found common interests straight away and San saw that even your personalities were similar. Like Yeosang you were more laidback and introverted. You preferred to observe instead of partaking and so you got along well. San could yell Yeosang liked you because he actually spoke to you and initiated conversations which he didn't do with people he'd just met. San could tell you liked Yeosang because you told him. "So how did you find it?" San asked after you'd left together. You smiled "it was wonderful! They're all so nice". "And who left the best impression?" San asked. He was ready to prompt you when you smiled "Yeosang! He was so nice and cute". San nodded his smile only faltering slightly "yeah he's the sweetest...so what did you think of Wooyoung?" trying to change the subject. "He seemed super fun and exciting...ow and did you know Yeosang is watching the same anime as me? The one I keep trying to get you to watch" you smirked. San resisted the childish urge to say "well why don't you just watch it together" and instead nodded "that's nice".

Soon the members caught on to the similarity between you and Yeosang. "They're basically the same person" Mingi announced while San tried to deny it. "Or they're both just introverts" Yunho shrugged. San was relieved for a voice of reason when Wooyoung ruined it. "San is dating Yeosang! San is dating Yeosang!" he began chanting and Mingi joined in. San rolled his eyes and Hongjoong patted his shoulder "don't worry they're just teasing. We know you don't fancy Yeosang". However that wasn't quite what San was worried about. San watched you and Yeosang continue to become closer and felt powerless. He knew he had no right to tell you who to be friends with and there was no way he could get you to avoid Yeosang without telling you why. He felt really childish but he just hated the idea of you two bonding and knew you must be thinking how similar to your usual type Yeosang was. It was only a matter of time until something happened and he was beginning to see the early signs of it already. It was an Ateez games night and you'd been invited too partly because the guys liked you but also because Mingi was away and they needed even numbers. Everyone had to pair up to get into teams and San of course thought he'd be pairing with you. However when Hongjoong asked you who you wanted to be your partner you picked Yeosang. San was stunned and the members all laughed at his over-the-top reaction but he wasn't really joking. When all the pairs had been decided and they were getting the first game ready San came over to you. "Hey, so why didn't you pick me to be your partner? I kinda thought we'd stick together". You smiled "no reason I just thought it'd be fun and Yeosang could use the pick-me-up". San frowned "why?". "Well, he mentioned you and Wooyoung keep teaming up and he felt left out so I figured he needed to be picked first for once". San sighed "sure but did it have to be you?". You paused "I was the person picking first so for Yeosang to be picked first yes I had to choose him" and you laughed trying to make light of it but San didn't smile. "It's nice you're trying to be a good friend just don't forget about your boyfriend" San replied and walked away. The first game was a quiz and usually San was good at them but he couldn't focus. He barely even heard as Yunho read out the question, he was too busy watching you and Yeosang quietly whisper to one another. You said something and Yeosang grinned grabbing your arm. He nodded and gestured for you to write it down. You did, Yeosang watching over your shoulder admiringly and he high-fived you afterwards. San made a noise and Wooyoung looked up "what's wrong with you? You've been grumbling all night". "Nothing" San said but Wooyoung saw him glaring at Yeosang and his friend instinct kicked in. "You're not worried about Yeosang and Y/n are you? Because you know neither of them would ever do that to you right?". San nodded "yes I know they’d never cross the line and actually cheat but this just short of cheating crap is annoying me". Wooyoung frowned "I wouldn't say whispering is just shy of cheating. Plus you know they just get along because they're so similar". San sighed "I'm beginning to think they should date each other". "Who should?" you asked appearing beside them and San jumped. "Y/n..." he said “hey I didn’t see you there!” trying to distract you but you were still frowning "who should just date each other?". San faltered and your eyes widened "don't tell me you meant me and Yeosang?". "What? No!" San cried but you shook your head "you did! I can see it in your eyes. Seriously San? I pick Yeosang as my partner for one game night and you decide I should date him instead?". "All i meant is I'm pretty sure you give him more attention than you do me nowadays. I didn't mean we should break up". You nodded "hmmm well guess who's going to be getting even less attention than I've been so horribly depriving them of" and you stormed out of the room. San was used to arguing and he never usually backed down. But he knew you wouldn't either. You weren't quick to anger and when something made you mad you stayed hot for a while like a well-fuelled fire. San watched the door close behind you and pretended nothing was wrong. Wooyoung nudged him "you're seriously not going to go after her". San shrugged "why? I haven't done anything wrong". Wooyoung sighed "you basically told her you wanted to break up because she gets on with Yeosang and you're too insecure to handle that" and Wooyoung went after you instead, the rest of the room oblivious. San sat there angrily stewing when Wooyoung returned with you. You took your seat next to Yeosang not even looking in San's direction. Wooyoung sat down and San looked at him "well you brought her back. That's a good sign". "I told her to think of Yeosang not you" he replied and San felt miffed that brought you back in then again maybe he shouldn't be surprised. Throughout the rest of the night you didn't speak, look or even breathe in San's direction. You purposefully ignored him and San could practically feel the wall of ice between you. San wasn't like you with anger, he was hot-headed but his anger was short-lived and fell away pretty quickly. So two hours later he was bored of the whole thing. He'd tried looking at you, starting conversations about things he knew you liked and giving you the chance to talk to him but you didn't go for any of it. So when you went to the bathroom San followed you. "So that's it?" San asked "you're never going to speak to me again?". You looked at him "you haven't said one word to me since the argument so doesn't act like you've been trying so hard". "Hey I went over to the sofa alone so you could join me!" he cried confused how you'd missed his big gesture but you rolled your eyes. "Aww I didn't realise! Thank you so much for giving me the chance to humble myself and join you". San sighed "I hate when you're like this". "I hate when you're like that" you replied "do you really not trust me? Or Yeosang for that matter? What have either of us done to deserve that sort of treatment?". San shook his head "nothing. It's not something I did deliberately you know? I can't help it if I get jealous seeing the two of you so close". "See but that's the thing, you're not helpless in this. You can tell yourself it's nothing or do something to calm yourself. And what you definitely did have a choice over was how you treated me. You could've talked to me about it and explained but no I heard you telling Wooyoung I should just date Yeosang instead of you. How do you think that felt to hear San?". He sighed "pretty shit?" and you nodded. You went to walk away but San followed you this time. "Y/n" he called catching your arm and wrapping an arm around your waist "I'm sorry" but you sighed. "No San you can't just be cute and get out of this" and you walked away. San could hear by the tone of your voice you were going to cry and that broke him. He wanted to comfort you desperately but before he could follow you again Wooyoung appeared and stopped him. "Let her go" Wooyoung said holding San securely and he lost it. "Let her go? Earlier you were disgusted I didn't follow her and now you're telling me to leave her alone? Are you getting a kick out of this or something?". "No! It was a mistake to let her go before but it'd be a mistake to follow her now. You're too emotional and that's not going to work with how fragile Y/n is feeling. Trust me Yeosang is the same and whenever we argue I have to give him some time to calm down before going after him. Give her time to stop crying and for yourself to stop acting so rashly and plan what you're going to say to her". San sighed "I don't know I just want to make it better". Wooyoung nodded "I know but you need to calm down" and he eased San into a chair. "I just can't believe I acted so stupidly! Y/n is the last person in the world I'd ever want to hurt and I spent all night hurting her". Wooyoung patted him "yes but she obviously still cares about you, that's why she's upset so you can save this. You just have to think of what to say to convince Y/n of that". San nodded "will you help me?". "Of course!" Wooyoung cried and together they got to work. 15 minutes later San knocked on the door and walked into the room you were sitting in. "Y/n" he called softly. You didn't turn around but you replied "what?" which he took as a good sign. "Can we talk?" San asked remembering what Wooyoung said about respecting your wishes. You nodded "okay" and he came to sit beside you. "Y/n I'm really sorry I hurt you. I was being insecure and took it out on you. I should've spoken to you about my feelings but I was too scared of getting hurt that I ended up hurting you instead. You know I'd never want you to date anyone else, you're the best thing that ever happened to me". You didn't smile but San could feel you relaxing so he continued. "You're my world and you always will be that's why I get stupid sometimes but I promise I'm going to work on it. I love you y/n". You sighed and San could tell you were nearly there "y/n can I hug you?". You leaned into him and San wrapped himself around you feeling relief sweep through him. "I'm so sorry" he repeated kissing the top of your head and you nodded. "I know, I can tell you really mean that and I forgive you, just please don't do it again". San nodded turning to face you and quickly wiped away your tears "never I promise". You could tell by the gleaming in San's eyes he meant it and rested your head against him glad it was over. "I hate fighting" you sighed and San nodded "and I usually love it but I hate fighting with you. Guess that's a good sign huh?" making you chuckle. "That's better" San said seeing you smile and the tears subside. He gently stroked your cheek and you blushed. "Can we discuss one thing though?" San asked and you nodded "what?". "Next time there's a games night can we please team up? I missed you tonight". You smiled "of course! With the two of us together the others don't stand a chance". "That's my girl" San said proudly and he hugged you tightly once more.

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I love how any time I picture one of the Ateez guys getting jealous it’s always of Yeosang! He’s just such an angel I bet everyone loves him including all the boy’s friends, families and partners. The impact of Yeosang everyone.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 10 days

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WIBTA for commenting on a coworker’s appearance? ✨✨✨ I think this is lighthearted but I genuinely need a second opinion here. So I (20s, F) have been working with this guy (20s, M) for about a year. During this time I have acted in a sort of supervisor capacity but we both have the same boss so I don’t have any true authority here. I run the project and he’s on the project type thing.

During this time we have become pretty good friends: we talk and joke a lot at and outside of work, and have also talked about more personal stuff (bonding over anxiety disorders, etc.) Overall, he’s incredibly kind, smart, and competent and I really like him as a person. There’s just one problem: he’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen and it’s been messing me up.

Some more context: I am aroace and have a longterm partner who I love and am devoted to. I have absolutely no romantic interest in this coworker (he also has a longterm gf). But I cannot get over how attractive he is, and it’s been a year and it’s still distracting. I should maybe reiterate that I have literally never been so starstruck by a person before, it’s a bit unsettling.

Anyway I have been feeling compelled to say something about it to him - and if I did I'd probably I’d wait for the right context so it doesn’t sound super random. But I really don’t want to make him uncomfortable: he’s pretty quiet and humble and he might not know what to do with the information.

Reasons I may be TA: I am two years older than him, and (as aforementioned) have been in a sort of position of authority with respect to the project we’re working on, so there may be some perceived power dynamics at play. Also I try not to comment (in a positive or negative way) about things people can’t control. Also there isn’t really any POINT in telling someone they’re incredibly beautiful, so I may be setting up an uncomfortable situation for no reason.

Reasons I might not be: we ARE properly friends and in some contexts I would definitely feel comfortable telling my friends that they’re beautiful. Also, I have heard that men very rarely get genuine compliments and (in my experience) that kind of thing can stick with you and help you through times of low self-esteem etc.

I’m having a hard time looking at this objectively, so please help me out: WIBTA in this situation?

#aita #am i the asshole

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lucabyte · 1 month

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i am looking at nohats au 👀 please share more

So! NoHats! I'm going to grab you and use this to ramble. A Lot.

The NoHats AU is @samhainian's it's just that I'm the strange little freak who takes the words said unto me and executes on them. But I can still do a little explainer on what our overall thoughts and vibes are. (And, that we are in fact propping up a little box with some cheese under it here. 🪤 Please (PLEASE) feel free to pick up what we're putting down.)

We're far from the only ones exploring a "what if siffrin fucking died" AU, though the main difference with NoHats is the placement of the death in the timeline. Instead of being 'Mal Du Pays Wins' or 'Act 6 encounter goes horribly wrong', the death is… Just after the (literal) falling action.

(This placement is because Sam is a comic book fan who thus has become used to characters being ripped away at the cruelest times by shitty writers. THANK FUCKING GOD adrienne is not that and isat is delightful yippieee, but, back on topic.)

Giving the party the full understanding of What Happened that you get by putting the death after black hole siffrin, but before the A6 encounter leaves an interesting gap to be filled. See, making Siffrin's death very much not Loop's fault means that… this once again reads (when not read as simply a tragedy...) as the universe doing what it sees fit to fulfull Loop's wish… Thus making Siffrin's death Loop's fault again, but only in their eyes. And only in a way they could express if they were honest about who they were…

And this is where having had excuse to waffle about my general Postcanon Loop thoughts the other day comes in handy, because Sam and I have that as our canon-compliant reading to begin with, NoHats plays off of a lot of the same readings of Loop's character. Namely: Uh Oh Somebody's Lying By Fucking Omission Again. (BECAUSE TO BE FAIR THIS TIME… HOW THE FUCK WOULD YOU HANDLE THAT?)

Now, neither Sam nor I are fanfic writers, so this has been a little bit trapped in our heads and DMs (and my unfinished art but,)

But our thoughts on how NoHats like… Goes.

Siffrin's death is peaceful, but that does not mean the aftermath of it is. I can't imagine the party takes it well, especially after understanding the circumstances of the Loops. (And, of note, in A5 where nobody had the discussion on what to do with each other's bodies should something happen…) But I'd imagine it traumabonds them somewhat (understatement of the century) and now knowing how the rest of the party feels, they resolve to travel together for the forseeable future.

The party track down Loop to deliver the terrible news, since they were clearly Siffrin's friend too, and invite Loop along to travel at least long enough to (let them grieve) get the burial over with. Loop, here, can be helpful in knowing what Siffrin would've wanted where the party would be at a loss. Loop, I think, takes a bit of a lead on the funerary aspects of it all, because, um. (Performing rites on your own body, huh?)

Then, as things are after a death, life just… Kind of has to continue on as normal. The party travel, pick up Nille, and get to know Loop as this mysterious new person. Maybe in this situation they might stay in Bambouche for a while to give Bonnie more stability since. They are probably taking it the worst. It would've come out of absolutely nowhere for everyone in the party obviously but god, for a kid? For A Kid?

It should be stated NoHats is not intended to be grimdark, just y'know. An exploration of grief. This is also why it's got a bit of a lopsided focus on Bonnie vs the rest of the party because hhrrhghghhghghhhghhghhh <- incoherent

Now, a crossroads.

How does the party discover Loop to be Siffrin? How long does it take. How much have the party embraced them as part of the family (especially with something as intense to bond over as this)?

There's the Odile option. Have her put it together and have to bring it up somehow. This could also be done by Isabeau, perhaps. He's smart. (which. God. If anything's the real Isabeau Torment Nexus it's this)

Then there's the other option batted around by Sam and I. The: The Universe Dislikes Duplicates option.

The items in the house that fzzt away when inspected. The Universe doesn't like there to be two of something, at least not when they're acknowledged. But one of something is just fine…?

Which is to say. I'm not a personal proponent of 'Loop getting their body back'. EXCEPT …… except this one time.

There's only one Siffrin now, so they don't need to be obfuscated to exist.

Consider, if you will. Loop swallowing their guilt for long enough to be comfortable. Falling back into old habits. Without another Siffrin around to compete for the niche of, they actually begin to act like Siffrin again. Not intentionally, it's just… The party is as welcoming as they've always been. And the party swears they keep catching glimpses of a face under all the light.

Then, one day, while still not fully human again, the resemblence becomes undeniable. Loop having not even noticed until everyone looks at them like they've seen a ghost.

Has it been months? How long have they kept up this lie? Is it even a lie, to them? They're Loop. But they were, once, Siffrin.

Even after explaining it, does that make it better or worse?

Bonnie cuts through the betrayed, struck-nerve reactions with a sobering "I missed you."

… Anyway !

Yeah so that's the vibe for NoHats. As for LoopLoops? That's more nebulous. I think it can go anywhere really in the NoHats timeline. I err personally toward the "Loop continuously replays the last 10 minutes before Siffrin's death almost immediately after they find out and have to parkour their ass up the House in the most distressing situation possible to try and get them to hold on, just please hold on." (Remember! Siffrin can remember the contents of Loop's loop backs in the A6 fight!)

But there is the possibility that this happens months, or worse years down the road. One last Loop back. Throw it all away for the chance to just get that one thing you didn't know you even wanted but now know you NEED.

Misc:

Okay miscellaneous time.

This is where I admit that I have a bunch of unfinished NoHats art that I haven't gotten around to yet because I feel like a right tool being so obviously Loop-Centric with my fancontent (I AM . . I REALISE I AM NOT DOING MUCH TO BEAT THE ALLEGATIONS.) So like if people want to see that please say because euaghghghhfh <- the nervous.

this is like the most fucked up place to do isaloop fr. anyway.

one of Sam's mid-game observations that I'm just going to share for no particular reason is that Bonnie's hair shares a bunch of shapes with Siffrin's. The flick up at the top, the 3 pronged shape of the fringe… just something to think about.

Without 2 Siffrins around to compare each other to it'd likely be a lot harder to notice Loop's similarities. Doesn't mean that those similarities don't sting more in this context though.

If you do NoHats without LoopLoops. The concept of this all fading into memory years down the line while they just have slightly-glowy but otherwise regular Siffrin hanging out is fucked up to think about. Just like real grief. Augh

6. a peek into the original dms as a treat from us

#LONG POST....!#be free our ideas. go forth into the wild. and by that i mean neither of us are fic writers so please HUNT US FOR SPORT #isat spoilers #looploops au #nohats au #isat au #isat loop #isat act 6 spoilers #not giving it more tags than that since feels rude to tag the rest of the party lol #lucabytetalks #but yes! to be extra clear: nohats is a 'please play in the space' invitation. because neither of us are big fanwork people! um!#it feels a little bit neglectful of us to not make more stuff for this AU ourselves but... we aren't practiced at that kind of thing. so.#open invitation! we know we won't make anything MASSIVE with this so.. don't hold your breath. and feel free to take the reigns.#we aren't like. the arbiters of 'sif fuckin dies' aus in general obviously but if you want to play with our specific ideas please do!#think of this post like prompts if you want to. go nuts #and @ a certain someone who said in the tags theyd maybe write something inspired. kisses you so sweetly. thank u for even considering it #also hi kaun i was thinking about your little snippet when typing 'act 6 encounter goes horribly wrong' 👋

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stargirlrchive · 1 year

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like real people do ✩ jake sully

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summary: jake sully x afab!reader, smut - minors DNI, fluffy soft smut, jake being dumb fr, jealousy (are we surprised); p in v, oral fem!recieving, using spit as lube brrrrr, wc - 5,149

tawtute - sky-people ; uniltaron - dream hunt

kuru - queue ; tsaheylu - bond

comments: tbh i just started writing and got a lil excited like, anywho she was so fun to write, i missed writing for jake <333 i hope you enjoy kk bye <3

You weren’t sure when this even started, when the frustration you had with Jake turned into longing desire. One that consumed you from the inside out and left you buzzing anytime his tail swished in frustration, or a snarky comment fell from his mouth. When he tried over and over to prove himself to you. When this strange sort of friendship the two of you had, grew into something entirely different for you.

And at first it left you feeling shameful, harboring feelings for a dreamwalker. You were sure it was not Mo’at’s intention when encouraging you to show him the ways of the Omatikaya that you would grow affections for him. When you began to reject the advances for courting from several clan members, you knew this terrible affliction was no longer fleeting.

Jake Sully had found a way into your heart, consuming you like ivy, and as much as you tried you were unable to pluck him out. And many moon rotations had passed since the war with the tawtute, since Jake had passed through the eye of Eywa, and completed his Uniltaron, and he still had not chosen a mate.

The clan had finally finished settling into the new encampment, a sense of normalcy finally was felt throughout your people, and unfortunately for you the talk of mates began spreading like wildfire. Heavily encouraged by the Elders, large celebrations were being held frequently, and it seemed that every other day you were being approached by one of your friends, informing you that they had mated with someone before Eywa.

It was getting harder and less acceptable for you to continuously reject suitors, and the men your age were becoming scarce. You had kept holding onto a sliver of hope that the Toruk Makto held affections for you too, because despite the way the two of you seemed to get under each other's skin, you were pulled to each other. You had lost count how many times the two of you ended up in the same place at the same time, spending hours together as you teased one another.

Over time your annoyance melted away into one of desire, and your respect mingled with that of adoration. But you had no idea how he felt, for all you know he could only see you as a mentor who then became a friend. At best, that is probably what he considered you.

So with the constant pressure of everyone around you and the flicker of fire that Jake had lit inside of you slowly dwindling as time went on, you began to accept the courting advances of a few of the Na’vi males your age.

That was how you found yourself in this predicament, with Jake lingering behind you as Zut’e had called for you. You knew that it wasn’t necessarily a requirement to harbor strong feelings for a mate, they were encouraged of course, but you also knew they came with time. With Tsaheylu most bonds flowed smoothly.

And Zut’e was sweet to you, and had been expressing his interest since before the war with the tawtute. But it did not stop the way your heart twinged in sadness that it was not Jake expressing his interest for you.

He had rummaged quickly through the small pouch attached to his loincloth, pulling out an intricately handcrafted bracelet. His hand reached out to show it to you better and your face burned darkly as you realized they matched the beads he had braided into his hair and that decorated his arm piece. A clear and obvious sign of his intentions.

“I have made you a gift.” His voice wavered lightly with nerves, and it caused a small laugh to leave your mouth. “It is very beautiful Zut’e, thank you.”

He beamed at the compliment, and it caused you to send him a smile. Your ears fluttered lightly when he grabbed your wrist cautiously. “Do you mind if I place it on you?”

You would be lying if you said the attention didn't cause your heart to flutter. It was welcomed after spending so long not receiving it from the one person you wanted. At that your mind lingered to Jake behind you, you could feel his eyes on the two of you. Stupidly you felt guilty, so you only nodded your head in the direction of Zut’e, fearing your voice would come out with uncertainty.

Zut’e let out a quiet breath, slipping the bracelet onto your wrist before tying. Your eyes lingered onto the piece of jewelry as his fingers brushed over the beads. When he pulled away his face was burning darkly, “Well, I will let you go now.”

His eyes flicked behind you, gesturing goodbye as a sign of respect to Jake before he looked back to you. He leaned in quickly and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, your tail swished nervously behind you as he pulled away, sending you one last look before he backed away.

You let out a nervous breath, the kiss was unexpected and you weren't sure why but you were nervous to resume your conversation with Jake.

“He couldn't wait to give you that?”

There was an edge in his tone and it caused a shiver to run down your spine, finally turning back to look at him. “I think it was sweet.”

An awkward tension was settling between the two of you quickly, and the stretch of silence was causing nerves to clamp around your throat. “I did not know he was courting you?”

His face was scrunched up with confusion and again, the guilt was consuming you, “He has been trying, for a long time now.”

Jake's tail swished lightly at the information, only giving you a curt nod as he turned from you. “Where are you going?”

“I have to train with Tsu’tey.”

You followed after him in confusion, your steps increasing as he walked faster, “But you and I always train together.”

He had continued walking until he spotted Tsu’tey, along with Takuk and Neytiri, “Not today.”

The trio were armed with weapons and your brows furrowed together even more. They were all going to train without you? They greeted the two of you, but instantly picked up on the growing tension as neither of you greeted them back. “If everyone is going, so will I.”

“No.”

“You cannot tell me what to do.”

“As Olo’eyktan, I think I can. And I do not want you to go today.”

Your arms crossed over your chest as he finally turned to look at you again. The both of you refused to back down as you exchanged a heated gaze. “You are not welcome.”

Your three friends exchanged confused glances, normally when you were not around Jake was unable to shut up about you. So to witness him excluding you from the group put them all on edge.

Frustration consumed you, and angry tears rushed to your eyes, embarrassment flooding your system at the rejection. Jake’s resolve flickered for a brief moment at the site of your watery eyes. He was about to trek back, apologize for being so rude when you blinked the tears away. Your anger intensified as you hissed out your words to him, “You are an asshole!”

Jake’s ears pinned back to hear you hurl an insult towards him, and an English one at that. You turned swiftly, walking away from the four of them despite Neytiri calling out for you to stop.

Takuk was the first to break the silence that had settled after your departure, “What was that about?”

Jake’s tail swished lazily in annoyance, “Zut’e has made his intentions clear. He even had a gift ready.”

He shrugged as if to try and play it off, but the hurt was evident in how tense his voice was, and how his tail had started to move behind him almost erratically, “And it was accepted.”

Tsu’tey snorted and it caused Jake’s brows to furrow together in annoyance. “Brother, you cannot be serious.”

Neytiri called out in warning, “Tsu’tey-”

“What do you mean?”

Tsu’tey decided against speaking out against Neytiri, a smart man. Takuk groaned quietly, “There is no way you do not see it? Both of you have been so obvious with your feelings for one another.”

Neytiri shrieked, “Takuk!”

She had always been so protective over you, and she felt that the confessions should’ve been shared between the two of you, not spoiled by your friends.

Jake felt his heart thump wildly, guilt webbing into his chest at how he spoke to you. “Should-should I go after her? Fuck!”

He was about to turn around before Neytiri hissed at him in annoyance, “You have done enough! We will train, give you time to think clearly on how you will make up for it.”

She swatted his head quickly, turning around to make her way towards the forest. Tsu’tey and Takuk snickered quietly, “It is best, you do not want to be at the receiving end of a female Na’vi’s rage.”

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Jake’s body ached from the rigorous training he had gone through, and he had been distracted the whole time, which meant he was sloppy in his execution and Tsu’tey had made him reap the consequences. He was almost positive he heard Neytiri whisper to Tsu’tey to be extra hard on him today. He knew it was due to the fact that he had upset you.

With every step he made deeper into the encampment his muscles throbbed, and all he wanted was for the two of you to slip away into the forest, as you did every night, and talk for hours about your day. He felt a twinge of uneasiness as he remembered your altercation from earlier.

He wasn't sure if you'd even want to talk to him anymore, and he deserved it. He was being an asshole. It was not your fault you had captured the attention of someone else, and it was also not your fault that he had not acted on his feelings.

After setting everything down in his pod, he was on the search for you. If he was being completely honest, he was scared. Nerves slowly consumed him as searched high and low for you and was still unsuccessful. Much to his horror he saw you emerging from the forest, Zut’e trailing close behind.

Jake's ears flattened roughly against his head as he made his way towards the two of you. He heard a small laugh fall from your mouth at something Zut’e said and he swallowed roughly. When he was close enough to the both of you, he cleared his throat, calling out your name gently.

You paused your conversation, turning stiffly towards Jake, “Yes, Olo’eyktan Sully?”

He winced at the name, “Does that greeting not suffice? Would you like me to bow next time?”

He whined your name quietly, his face lightly coloring in embarrassment, “Stop, please.”

You only huffed quietly, turning to Zut’e, “Thank you for training with me today. I will see you later?”

Jake did not like the idea of the two of you alone in the forest, and he disliked even more so that you intended to spend more time with him. “Of course.”

The warrior bid the two of you goodbye, and thankfully opted on not kissing you goodbye. Jake doesn’t think he could handle it.

With your lips pursed, you turned back to look at him. “What do you want?”

“I wanted to see you.”

Your eyes narrowed in on him, annoyance radiating off of you as you grumbled out quietly, “Well you’ve seen me.”

You turned away and began making way towards your pod, Jake trailing behind you like a lost puppy. “Wait-”

You ignored him.

He called your name again, “Wait-god!”

He followed you into your pod, ignoring how you scoffed as he just marched into your home. “You have no manners!”

Your nose scrunched up in annoyance as he just stood there, stupidly trying to come up with what to say, “If you are just going to stand there, please leave. I am exhausted.”

“I want to apologize.”

You rolled your eyes, not wanting to hear it. Your ego was still bruised, and it hurt more than it should. You felt like he squeezed your heart too tightly and the ache continued to linger. “What for? You make the rules around here, I am no one to go against your wishes.”

Your shoulders shrugged but the way your tail coiled around your leg let him know you were upset.

Jake had forgotten just how stubborn you could be, and he felt like he was floundering, this was not at all how he expected for your conversation to go.

Desperately he made his way closer to you, reaching for your hands to keep you still. His eyes flickered to your wrist, and was pleasantly surprised to see you were no longer wearing the bracelet you had received from

someone else.

“Where is the bracelet?”

“I don’t know why that is any of your concern.”

His thumb lightly grazed the skin of your wrist before looking up at you. Your eyes softened as you noticed the guilt swirling in his. His eyes were always so expressive and it wore you down, you were never able to stay mad at him for long. With the way you huffed and avoided his eyes, he could tell too. “I gave it back to him.”

Jake's tail seemed to have a mind of its own as it thumped softly in excitement, “Why?”

With the way his fingers were rubbing gently into your skin, and the close proximity to him you couldn’t think straight. The impulsive thought to spill your feelings out to him was becoming so strong, and the warmth that was radiating off of him was making you dizzy.

You wiggled your wrist out of his hold, stepping back from him as you sighed, “I just-it is not fair to string him along.”

Jake only hummed, watching you closely and it made you squirm. Nervously fidgeting as his eyes darkened to a warm honey like yellow. The tension rising in your home was so different to one you had ever felt.

It felt hot, and made excited nerves bubble in your stomach as your eyes slowly looked over Jake, his muscles flexing lightly everywhere your eyes glazed over. Your face burned as you locked eyes with him again, and your heart began to thump nervously as he began to slowly make his way towards you. With each step he made to you, you took one back.

He slowly caged you in as your back hit against the woven wall of your home. The way he towered over you should not have excited you as much as it did. But he was so close his breath was fanning over your face, “Why would you be stringing him along?”

The amusement dripping from his tone just let you know he already knew. It was him. And in a breathless whisper, you mumbled out, “I think you already know.”

He hummed quietly, “Wanna hear you say it.”

You huffed quietly, cheeks coloring in embarrassment when his hand fell to your waist. You were crumbling under his touch, your lips parting as his fingers lightly dug into the flesh of your hip. “Since you don’t want to speak, I’ll go. I for one, am glad you rejected him.”

Not once did he break eye contact with you, “I don’t like the idea of anyone thinking they have a chance with you.”

“Why?” His eyes briefly fell down to your lips before they flicked back to your eyes, a cocky smile making its way onto his face, “Because they don’t. Because I’ve made it pretty clear to everyone but you, that you’re mine.”

A warm feeling began to pool between your legs, your tail trashed excitedly as Jake nuzzled his head between your neck.

His teeth gently biting into the junction of your neck and a surprised cry fell from your mouth. His tongue swiped right over the skin to soothe the ache. He continued with his ministrations and the words tumbled out of your mouth as you pulled him closer, “I want you, only you.”

Jake purred against your skin and your thighs squeezed together at the feeling, eyes fluttering shut as he sucked softly against your skin. Marking the azure skin with deep purple.

A quiet whine fell from your mouth as he moved his lips from your neck, but he didn't have you waiting for long. His mouth covered yours quickly and your fingers tangled into his braids, pulling him even closer as his tongue pried your mouth open. His tongue lazily tangled with yours, and the need for oxygen was becoming less important. Now that you felt his lips against yours, you didn't think you could go without it. Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head as he grunted into your mouth. His hips had started to lightly grind into you, the growing bulge digging into your lower abdomen. You fluttered around nothing, the excitement that had bloomed in your lower belly was slowly starting to consume your whole body.

You both broke apart momentarily, taking shallow breaths to fill your lungs with air. “You sure about this?”

You bit down on your lip, nodding your head as you pressed another quick kiss to his lips. You felt him smile against you and it caused a small laugh to fall from your mouth.

You weren’t entirely sure what you expected to happen, but it was certainly not for Jake to be kneeling in front of you. His eyes flickered up to you once again, and when you gave him a quick nod he untied your loincloth. With a nervous laugh you let him slip it off of you, parting your legs gently as he moved closer to you. He placed kisses from your hips, down to your thighs and you squirmed. Your legs instinctively tried to close anytime he sucked onto the skin of your thighs. He hummed quietly, pulling one of your legs over his shoulder and you shrieked lightly, face heating up as he locked eyes with you once more.

His honey colored irises were barely visible at how dilated his eyes were and you felt yourself clench around nothing. “Jake-please.”

You weren’t even sure what you were begging for, but you knew the need would be satiated by his mouth. And you were correct, your head fell against the wall of your home as he reached forward and sucked on the small bud. Whimpers left your mouth as his tongue and mouth continued to slowly tether you closer to the edge, he mumbled quietly against your cunt and a loud whine of his name was punched out of you.

He pulled his mouth away, two of his rough fingers sliding through your folds and your hips bucked, “Please-Jake please.” Your fingers dug into his scalp as one of his fingers teased at your entrance.

His finger entered you with ease and Jake smiled happily at his work, a clear sign that he was doing what he should. He was knuckle deep before he gently curled his finger inside of you and your hips stuttered. Incoherent moans falling from your mouth as he attached his mouth to the soft bud once again. Alternating between sucking softly or running his tongue through your puffy folds.

He felt you clench around his finger as he slowly eased into you a second one. You were so snug around him, sucking his fingers in every time and Jake's free hand fell to his clothed cock. Palming himself to ease the ache as he felt you slowly lose your composure.

With a final cry of his name, your muscles tightened around Jake's fingers and your release hit you so quickly. Your legs felt heavy and numb as it overtook your entire body. A blissed out laugh fell from your mouth as Jake continued slowly grinding his fingers into you through your orgasm. He pulled out gently, placing a hand to your hips to steady you as he stood up.

You felt shy under his gaze and your face flushed as he popped his two fingers into his mouth to clean off your release. Once he was satisfied he mumbled out softly, “Taste so good, Yawne.”

The affectionate name caused a smile to bloom onto your face, nuzzling into his hold as he pulled you into him. Jake was glad your face pressed into his chest as he was unsure he could ask you if you were facing him. Despite it being so obvious, there was still a small twinge of insecurity that had settled inside of him as he had not courted you in the customs of your people. “Do-do you-”

“Tsaheylu?” Finishing his sentence as you pressed a kiss to his chest and the muscle flexed gently, “Yes.”

You pulled yourself from him and pressed kisses all along his jaw, nipping gently, “Wanted to for so long, Jake.”

A breathy laugh fell from his mouth as he placed a kiss to your hair, pulling the two of you down onto the floor as you kneeled in front of each other. There was no trepidation creeping inside of you as you reached for your kuru, only excitement and giddiness as Jake reached for his own. The weight of your next coming actions made you dizzy, your queue feeling heavy in your hand as you buzzed in excitement.

Jake couldn’t fight the smile on his face as he watched you, he was squirming with excitement and happy nerves as he inched his queue closer to yours. He had been longing for this for so long, he couldn’t believe it was real.

The soft pink tendrils fizzled at the close proximity before they tangled together. Your heart stuttered for a few seconds before a warm sensation overtook your entire body. Jake and yourself became one and you felt him infiltrate every part of you that he hadn’t. Your thoughts flowed as one, hearts beating together, he was yours, just as you were his.

Jake blinked rapidly, he had never felt that immense and overwhelming sense of pleasure rush through him. Jake couldn’t help how rampid his thoughts were running, you looked so pretty, he was so overwhelmed by you.

Your face flushed and a quiet laugh fell from your mouth as you heard his thoughts, and watched his tail swish lazily.

Jake cleared his throat roughly, his face coloring in embarrassment as he realized what was happening, but nothing could top the feeling of serenity that washed over the two of you. You inched closer to him, wanting to be as close as possible.

In a swift movement Jake pulled you toward him and you clumsily fell flush against him, your breathing a little jagged at all the overwhelming feelings rushing through you, a quiet, “Hi.” fell from his mouth as you locked eyes once again.

You pressed a quick kiss to his lips before you whispered back, “Hello, Ma’Jake.”

And that was all it took before his mouth was all over yours, wrapping you up so tightly in his arms as your body’s moved together, fitting together perfectly as he laid you down.

His body caged yours in as he kissed you dizzy, your hands roamed his toned body and your legs fell open to grant him access to be closer. Your hands fell down to his loincloth, lightly gripping at Jake clothed cock and a moan ripped from his mouth, you swallowed the noises falling from his mouth eagerly and his hips bucked into your hand.

The desire pooling between your legs was intensifying to have Jake falling apart by your doing. His tongue lazily tangled with yours and you pushed your palm harder onto his cock. “Yawne-fuck.”

A soft giggle left your mouth as you pulled your lips away from him, your hand moved to the knot that tied his loincloth together, making a quick movement to untie it. He helped you remove it, and assisted you as he leaned forward to untie your top.

Your eyes fell down to his cock, your eyes widening slightly at the size and your cheeks burned. “We’ll go slow okay?”

You only nodded, not trusting your voice. He sat back on his legs, his eyes lingering on your chest before he continued to take all of you in. Your body felt hot under his stare as he gripped at your thighs, parting them even more as he pulled you closer by your legs. His fingers tentatively pressed into your clit again, lightly ghosting between your slit as he gathered some of the wetness that had settled between your legs.

Your hips stuttered lightly, whimpering quietly before he removed his fingers and spit into his hand. Using your slick and his spit as he gripped his cock. Stroking a few times and your fingers itched to reach out and help him.

His hand continued to stroke rapidly as he leaned forward, letting his mouth wrap around your breast as he sucked gently.

Your chest pushed into his mouth at the foreign feeling, enjoying the way he marked you all over, and the way his tongue messily swiped at your chest. He paid equal attention to the other one, shifting his hips so he rested against you. His hips rutted into you, the tip knocking into your clit and you cried out his name. Gripping at his braids to keep him on your chest. Your hips stuttered upwards, “Please Ma’Jake-”

“Mawey Syulang.”

Jake’s Na’vi was still choppy but it caused you to flutter, your cunt throbbing to hear him use your native tongue. He gripped at his cock once more, slapping it a few times against your clit before running it one last time against your slit before he gently began to push into you.

Your mouth parted at the intrusion, squirm slightly in discomfort as he slowly pushed into you.

Jake was so sweet about it, gently caressing your body to try and ease the ache that had settled between your legs. “Doin’ s’good for me baby.”

You let out a deep breath, letting his voice and hands soothe you. Jake grunted quietly as he felt your muscles contract and tighten against him as he finally finished sinking into you.

You were stuffed, your breathing ragged as he stayed still to let you adjust to his size. His hands never stopped rubbing comfortably into your skin, and when you sent him a hazy smile he began to slowly pull out, pushing back in as he tried to find a pace that worked for the both of you.

His head was dipped down as he watched where he entered you, his chest swelled with pride to see you take him so well. With every thrust your cries got louder and louder, the way his cock dragged along inside of you, pressing tightly against your cervix everything was so intense., But what made your mind go blank with pleasure was when he pushed into you to just grind his hips.

“Please-feels s’good Jake.”

You reached for him to pull him flush against you, letting your tongue fight against his as he increased the speed of his thrust. The way grunts and small whines of your name fell from his mouth only spurred you on, your cunt tightening around him as you cried out his name.

You were too dazed in the feeling of pleasure to care about how loud the two of you were being, the sound of slapping skin all melted away as his thumb pressed into your clit. Your hips rose from the floor and your lips parted as your second orgasm hit, much harder than the first and your body lightly convulsed against Jake.

“Did so good for me, Yawne.”

He gave a few more harsh thrusts before you felt the ropes of his release coat your insides, “S’good.”

His hips stuttered lightly as you tightened around him once again, pulling out as gently as he could. Your body was spent, the ache that had settled all over you was happily welcomed. He pressed a quick kiss to your mouth before removing your kurus from each other, looking around your home.

You were too tired to question what he was doing, so much so you hadn’t even noticed he had gotten up to retrieve a cloth. Your hips jumped lightly when he began cleaning you up with a damp cloth, “How ya’ feeling?”

With a lazy smile you nodded your head to him, “Really good.”

He laughed before cleaning himself up, scooping you into his arms as the two of you tangled together. Your ear was pressed tight against his chest and the sound of his heartbeat was slowly luling you to sleep. Jake's fingers continued to run down the expanse of your back, tracing stripes and following the tahni that littered all over you like stars.

He pressed a kiss to your temple as he pulled you in even closer, he could feel the fluttering of your eyelashes against his chest as the two of you soaked up each other's presence. Spent and happy, and with each other. He swore nothing else mattered in that moment.

He was ready to spill his heart out in a confession, though he was sure you knew how he felt after you had formed Tsaheylu, when someone cleared their throat from the outside of your pod.

“Um-If the two of you are finished, it is time for supper.”

Tsu’tey’s voice awkwardly called out and you felt your face drop. Embarrassment flooded your system as you scrambled to sit up, “Yes-yes we will be out shortly.”

Your words were jumbled together and Jake couldn’t help but laugh as he watched you dress quickly.

He sat back lazily, stretching his aching limbs but made no move to get up. You turned to look at him, confused when all you received back was a lazy smile.

“Come on, Jake. They will question why we are late.”

He corrected you, “Ma’Jake.”

Your face flushed softly, cupping his face as you pressed a kiss to his lips, “Ma’Jake-has a nice ring to it.”

“Only when it’s coming from you.”

Your tail shyly coiled around his leg, pressing a final kiss to his lips before you stood up, “I will leave you here.”

And he didn’t doubt it, he saw you nearing your entrance and then it was his turn to scramble for his clothes. You stifled a laugh as he clumsily dressed himself.

His fingers tangled with yours before he pulled you along, ignoring your friends as they stood not far from your home, it was no use as Tsu'tey and Takuk followed behind the two of you, snickering quietly.

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mahou-furbies · 1 month

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Closing thoughts on Magia Record Scene 0

Scene 0 has finally ended! Or the translation I've been following has been completed. To those who don't know, it tells the Madoka Magica story, but the point of view of a new character Mabayu, who for some reason keeps her memory through Homura's time loops and can move while time is stopped. And since we all know how the Madoka plot goes (right?), the main story here is the mystery of Mabayu having lost her memory of why she is already a magical girl.

(spoilers)

First things first, the whole premise conflicts with what I think is one of the core points of the Madoka Magica drama, that is, how Homura had to do her thankless time looping job all alone and became increasingly isolated because of it. But here it's "revealed" that she had a buddy all along, with whom she became very close friends and who is eventually cast as the reason why Homura is able to keep going on in the first place. The whole thing considerably waters down her devotion to Madoka, when most of the story is about how she bonds with Mabayu. And then there's also the inherent awkwardness of inserting a brand new nobody to the story you already know, to whom the characters you've known for a decade become the side cast.

Then again, that is the premise, so you just have to make peace with it if you want to enjoy the story at all. And in fact I like Mabayu a lot, so I'll take it, though I'll have to consider everything a non-canon super AU (even within the canon's actual AUs). There was also the other problem though that some of the stuff was kind of fanservicey, and not in the horny way but in the superficial "let's put the whole cast in maid outfits for no particular reason" way. But I was a fan of some of it, like Nagisa being un-witched in one time loop, so fine.

I don't know how much this is about what the story actually is and how much should be blamed on me not paying enough attention, but in the end I think there's still plenty of holes in the story. Like we learned how Mabayu became a magical girl and what how her personal magic power works, but I didn't understand how her memory doesn't reset through the time loops and why she can move when Homura stops the time. Also the way she erased other characters' memories was inconsistent, she had to cut Sayaka's memory all over again in each loop, but when she cut Mami's, the effect was carried to the next loop. And I guess it was explained how the final resolution worked (duh) but I don't think I quite understood.

That's a lot of complaints but I did have a decent time with this actually, and that is because I really like Mabayu. She's the kind of character I'd really like to see more in magical girl stories: low energy, kind of lazy and self serving, passive and loner but not in an edgy way, and it was interesting to see her grow to be more heroic. She also has a lovely voice, and it turns out the same actor also did Ha-chan whose voice is also great. She also had really good dynamics with the main cast, and I especially like growing friendship between her and Homura, they had good banter with Homura being super serious all the time, and their growing friendship was touching. And she had some interesting stuff going on with Sayaka and Mami too.

And while I complained about the whole premise being about rewriting canon, I also think there were some worthwhile additions. For example in this version Mami used to recruit other girls to become magical girls with Mabayu, and the guilt from that is a major reason for her breakdown when she learns the truth about witches. On one hand I prefer the version of a seemingly strong character actually being weak and emotionally unstable, like she's been through a lot and doesn't need a more noble reason for her breakdown, but I think the Scene 0 version is also interesting.

Ultimately the ending left me somewhat sour with how inconclusive it was. Mabayu cut herself from everyone's memories (including her own), but it feels like there's a ton of stuff about her that's not resolved. Like she's still able to move during Homura's stopped time and doesn't understand why, she's still a magical girl even if she doesn't remember it, becoming friends with Mami again doesn't lead much anywhere if she's going to die to Charlotte in a few days… If the idea is the bittersweet knowledge that Mabayu made a difference in the Homura-Madoka story but nobody can remember it, it doesn't work for me since I didn't really get what her contribution was. Or I guess it was pretty clear how important Mabayu's presence was for keeping Homura sane through all the failed time loops but that was like my number one issue with the premise, so maybe I'm just incompatible with the whole story to begin with.

Still I had a good time following this as the translations came out, I was eager to see where the plot would go and watching a short video every few days didn't require that much from me. Though I do think the story was too long for its own good and especially the early loops could have been condensed.

#puella magi madoka magica #magia record #review I guess

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voidpetrova · 9 months

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teen romance — lip gallagher x reader

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content warnings & genre: swearing (it's the southside) — fluff, angst

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synopsis: you've been the gallagher's family friend for as long as you can remember, but you've been assigned a task in which you convince lip to go to college and make something of himself

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“you do realize you're eating here for free, right?”

you shot carl a smile in response to his teasing tone. in some way, he was right. you weren't adding money into the squirrel fund, and you sure as hell weren't participating in any rent paying. however, it wasn't your responsibility. you didn't live with the gallaghers, but you've been a family friend ever since monica was around. you had been taking your life on the southside very seriously—attending college, working as many part-time jobs as possible—all of it just to get by. your parents had left you many moons ago, but everything in their will had been gifted to you, their daughter. every last cent. and you made it your duty to support the gallaghers with all you had. so, yes, you were definitely eating there for free, but it was your cash that was paying for the food and clothes, paying off their debts, and so much more.

as the summer breeze wafted through the gallagher household, you leaned back in your chair, savoring the familiarity of the chaotic scene around you. lip, perched on the counter nearby, eyeing you with a mix of amusement and fondness. “guess you're the real guardian angel here,” he quipped, a half-smile tugging at his lips. you chuckled softly, meeting his gaze. “someone's gotta give fiona a hand at keeping this place from falling apart completely.”

lip's gaze softened, and he raked a hand through his unruly hair. “yeah, well, we appreciate it. more than you know.”

it wasn't lost on either of you that your presence had become a steady pillar of support in their lives. through the ups and downs, your friendship with the gallaghers had grown stronger. it was a bond forged not just by circumstance, but by shared experiences and the understanding that sometimes, family extended beyond bloodlines.

as the afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the room, lip's expression turned contemplative. “you ever think about what life would be like if you weren't part of this mess?”

you shrugged, a small smile playing on your lips. “sure, sometimes. but then i remember that life's messiness is what makes it interesting.”

lip chuckled, the corners of his mouth lifting. “you've got a point there.”

the front door had swung open in the middle of your conversation, and the rest of the clan tumbled in, each one carrying their own story of the day. your heart swelled as you watched them, a sense of belonging washing over you. “are you gonna join us for dinner, (y/n)?” debbie called out as she plopped down onto the bed. you grinned at her, rising from the seat to help set the table as you ruffled her hair. “wouldn't miss it for the world.”

as the evening unfolded, laughter and chatter filled the air, intertwining with the aroma of a makeshift gallagher family dinner. lip found a seat next to you, his knee brushing against yours under the table. in that simple touch, you felt a connection that words couldn't quite capture. fiona and veronica shot each other a look as they smirked, almost as if they knew. it wasn't that they didn't—everybody knew of lip's fondness of you, but not in the same way everyone else was.

“you know, we're lucky to have you,” lip murmured, his voice low and sincere. feeling a warmth spread through your chest, you turned to him, your gaze locking. “i'm the lucky one. you guys are my family, too.” in that moment, surrounded by the people who had become your home, you realized that your presence in the household was more than just financial support. it was a testament to the unbreakable bonds that formed when hearts opened to one another, transcending circumstances and hardships.

and as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a tapestry of colors across the sky, you couldn't help but feel that, despite life's challenges, you were exactly where you were meant to be.

just after dinner, you found yourself sitting on the front porch with lip. the evening air was cool, and the stars above twinkled in the night sky. the conversation had shifted to more serious matters, and you couldn't shake the feeling that lip was holding back something important.

“you know, lip, you're incredibly smart,” you began, voice gentle but firm. “have you ever considered going back to college?” lip's brow furrowed, his jaw clenching slightly. “why does everyone keep bringing that up? college isn't for everyone, you know.” you sighed softly, sensing the frustration in his words. “i get that. but it's not about what's for everyone; it's about what's right for you. you're brilliant, lip. you could do so much more than this if you just gave yourself the chance.”

he turned his gaze away, his expression a mixture of irritation and contemplation. “and do what? end up drowning in student loans, chasing a degree that might not even guarantee a job? you act like i haven't thought about it, but it's not that simple.”

“i'm not saying it's simple,” you replied, your voice steady. “but it's worth considering. you deserve more than this, lip. you deserve to explore your potential and make something of yourself.”

his fists clenched, and he shot you a glare. “you think i don't want that? you think i'm just sitting around here, content with my life?”

“i know you want more,” you said softly, your gaze unwavering. “but it's the fear holding you back, lip.”

his frustration seemed to boil over, and he snapped, his voice tinged with anger. “i don't need you to psychoanalyze me, (y/n). just because you pay our bills and wash our asses doesn't give you a right to shit.”

his words stung, and you took a deep breath to steady yourself. “you can be an asshole all you want,” your tone had come to a cold halt. “i've known all of you since monica was sober and frank knew how to put pants on, i'm family too. if you wanna throw your life away, go ahead. i'm only doing what i've been doing the last 19 years—supporting you.”

he stood up abruptly, pacing back and forth. After a tense silence, he finally turned to you, his eyes searching yours. “i'm sorry for being a dick, it's just a sore spot for me.”

you nodded, your heart aching for him. “i understand. but i believe in you, lip. and if you decide to go back to college, i'll be right there supporting you every step of the way.”

lip's shoulders slumped, and he exhaled heavily. “i know you will, it's all you've been doing all these years,” he took a step closer, his gaze earnest. “if i do this, it won't be for anyone else but myself. but i want you to know that your belief in me means everything.”

you were touched by his words. so touched, that when he finally leaned in, you barely noticed. his lips felt heavy against yours, nose pressing against the tip of your own as you melted into his touch. all these years—tension has been building all these years—and you were finally given a chance to unwind. you were content, happy as his arms wrapped around your waist, hearts fluttering as he pulled away from you.

you both sat back down on the porch, the weight of the conversation still hung in the air. but this time, there was a sense of understanding, of a shared commitment to exploring the possibilities that lay ahead. and as you gazed at the stars above, you couldn't help but feel that this was the beginning of something new, failing to realize that lip chose to look at you instead of the starry sight above.

#shameless #fiona gallagher #ian gallagher #carl gallagher #debbie gallagher #lip x reader #lip gallagher x reader

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mageknight14 · 8 months

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I loved how NEO pulled the rug out with Rindo’s character. At first, he generally seems much more sociable and outwardly friendly compared to Neku and then the game quickly goes "yeah, nah, he’s a huge fucking mess too." He’s a good kid fundamentally at his core but he can also be whiny, hypocritical, passive-aggressive, and kind of insensitive at times. He has a tendency to be judgemental and harsh to the people around him while not acknowledging his own faults, like when he complains about Beat joining the team even though he saved their lives beforehand because he’s not Neku or when he gives Fret shit for fawning over Eiji Oji and Kanon while falling for Motoi’s BS. He’s so pessimistic about himself and others that not even a death game that heavily emphasizes the value of teamwork can get him to fully come out of his shell, which is where his time-travel powers come in AND EVEN THEN it’s a double-edged sword since on one hand, it forces him to actively step up to the plate and survey the situation to find the best possible solution, which leads to him slowly growing out of his shell, but on the other, it also leads to him becoming overly reliant on his time travel so that he can walk back from potentially life-changing decisions without having to worry about it since he has a magic reset button. Which ends up biting him in the ass. Hard.

He’s one of those types of people who is ultimately a thinker and planner instead of a do-er, but his being young and overly impressionable takes this personality quirk to such an extreme that he's foundationally useless to most groups. He’s the type of person who you have in a group project who sits around and does nothing, but then complains with the project does poorly because he couldn't be bothered to speak.

He's so unconfident and directionless that he uses effectively Instagram as a means to listen to someone who sounds like some 2deep4u philosopher post dumb flowery bullshit that effectively has all the meaning of "Drink water when you're thirsty." and he admits to finding such "deep" meaning in these posts that it supposedly helped him through life. Because he's 15 and doesn't know anything.

However, all of this makes him interesting as a character because he’s, again, still a fundamentally good kid at his core. While he’s shown to have a fuse, he is also the kind of person who has the ability to think his emotions through. That's what we ultimately see when he and Fret finally talk and drop their beef. The game depicting Rindo's capacity for self-awareness and emotional reflection is a positive revelation of his character strengths. He proves that he's capable of recognizing when he's in the wrong and knows how to apologize, a trait he shows quite a few times throughout the story, while also doing everything he can to set things right as well as be more understanding toward how his friends feels.

He’s kind of the guy who will drop everything to help a little kid out, even when there’s no tangible benefit to doing so and he and the others are shown to be on limited time, shows empathy to his friends/fallen enemies, and feels massive amounts of guilt for his actions, even if he didn’t know better at the time.

Hell, the entire endgame is fueled by his selfish yet understandable desire to save the people he cares about most from total erasure, to the point that he’s willing to risk thousands of lives to do so. But not only is he shown to be internally grappling with himself regarding his decision but he’s also willing to take responsibility and ensure that EVERYTHING goes right not just for himself and his friends but the people of Shibuya in general, in a parallel to Neku’s own selfish if understandable decision to put the bonds he formed in the original game (particularly with Joshua) over the actual city.

Characters aren't interesting simply by switching between 2 different character traits. They're interesting when all those traits are being expressed at the same time for reasons that are consistent within their internal logic. You gotta be a good writer to pull that off and you gotta know when to show off these dimensions during your story to achieve proper dramatic effect when the time calls for it and NEO I feel does this pretty damn well.

#rindo kanade #twewy #the world ends with you #neo twewy #ntwewy #neo the world ends with you #analysis post

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sweetadonisbutbetter · 1 month

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“GUYS! You cannot tell me that Millie and Moxie would be THE BEST parents

Like Millie would dress the child up in cute outfits and parade them around all excitedly and Moxie would freak out thinking he wouldn’t be a good father but the two would take turns singing lullabies with them and UGH I need this”

this is something one of my friends said, & i feel like it has a lot of potential as a prompt!!

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omg...if u come back regularly u could be the first ever anon i have kekw BUT YES DGKS these would be HCS

Sweet Bundle of Joy | Moxillie x Child!GN!Reader

Relationship: Familial Warnings: None!

YOU ARE SO CORRECT THEY WOULD BE THE BEST PARENTS fbsrg

so there are two approaches for them, being their bio child and being adopted.

If you are adopted, they do not care if you are a different type of hellborn, they take you in and become your parents.

It is kinda hard to say who would find you first, but I think they would find you at the same time while out either on a date or doing something mundane (like groceries)

Once Blitzø finds out that they adopted, he is shaking with excitement, having something to bond over with them. So he gives them time off so they can get accustomed to you.

If you are their bio kid, Moxxie fainted when Millie told him that she was pregnant

This kinda leads to a conversation between the two of them, not about if they were going to keep you, but if they were ready. More so Moxxie is concerned if he is ready, but we will get into that later.

I don’t know why you would think otherwise, Moxxie is a worry rat and Millie is the same. No matter how much Moxxie and Blitzø tell her to rest (Blitzø does it to shut Moxxie up), she is like “Guys I’m fine,” then fucking pummels a guy LOL

When she becomes visibly pregnant, that's when Blitzø puts his foot down and makes her stay in the office with Loona or not take any clients in the human world (Claiming it’s a limited-time deal lol)

When she goes into labor, Moxxie is panicking to all hell and once again Blitzø is the one to kinda (kinda) step up and push Moxxie to take her to the hospital

After you are born, again Blitzø (being the generous boss he is) gives Moxxie and Millie the time to get acquainted with you, forming a new routine now that they have a newborn (let me tell you, it's a lot LMFAO)

He even offers to watch you for a while so they can get rest. (Moxxie would try to argue with him but Millie would shut him up by dragging him to their shared room so they can fucking rest)

General HCS

As for how the other characters feel about you: BLITZØ FUCKING LOVES YOU LMFAO- He is your honorary uncle. When he is around you, he lessens the crude jokes (at least until you are old enough to understand them) and even gives you anything horse-related (he wants you to like horses like him he wants to share all the information he has about them to someone other than Stolas and Fizz). Loona is a little less enthused, but she doesn’t hate you. Especially if M&M adopted you, she looks after you fondly. (Will pummel anyone who points out her soft spot for you actually). Stolas is happy to be around a kid, often thinking of his sweet Via when she was a baby and small. He coos at you and almost took you home with him. (Moxxie took you back and held back Millie before she pounced on him LMFAO). Via doesn’t care too much but will share some of her interests with you if you ask her about them. Fizz and Ozzie meet you through Blitzø and they freak out thinking he had a kid. When he explains that you are M&M’s kid, the sigh of relief they breathe is INSANE LMFAO (it kinda leaves Blitzø a little offended) They both coo at you, thinking you are the sweetest thing in all of hell. Ozzie thinks back to when Charlie was a baby. It’s safe to assume, that you are going to be spoiled by a lot of people and M&M has a whole village after them, including Millie’s family.

Speaking of Millie’s family, they are so enthused with you that they hand you a weapon on your first birthday. Her parents are head over heels for you, being their first grandkid (Idk if they have any other grandkids, so I am assuming they don’t lol). Her siblings are similar to Blitzø but they do not get to see you often, being in the wrath ring while she is in the pride ring. But she does make an effort to go see them more when she doesn’t have work.

For obvious reasons, they keep you out of the greed ring, Moxxie is afraid that word of you will reach his dad.

Going back to the topic of work, depending on your age, they will either have you on the strap-on baby carrier or leave you at the office with Loona (bonding time fr). If you are in the baby carrier, you somehow are all clean while the person you’re attached to is all bloody.

Back to Millie and Moxxie, this is their first time doing the whole parenting thing. While Millie is confident that she will be a good mother (and she is), Moxxie is worried that he will be like his father.

Millie and Moxxie looked at you as they closed the door, you were sleeping so peacefully. They would have thought you were sent from heaven if they were anywhere else. Millie looked at her husband, seeing him smile softly, but she could tell something was bothering him.

“Moxxie? Is everything okay honey?” She steps to him and places a hand on him to comfort him. He leans into her touch and sighs.

“Yeah…It’s just…” He trails off, worrying Millie.

“Mox?”

“I am worried that I will end up like my dad,” Moxxie says, his voice softer. Millie’s look softens from her concern. She takes him to their room and pulls out a box from under their bed. Confused, Moxxie tries to peek at the box to get a clue as to what it is. Millie pulls out a small pile of papers and hands them to Moxxie. He looks through them one by one. All of them were doodles, all done by you. Some were of you alone or playing with your toys. Others were of your other family members: you and Blitzø, you and Loona, and the day you spent with Stolas and Octavia. The final few papers were of your little family. Some mimicking your day out together to an amusement park, visiting Millie’s family for the moon festival. The last paper he saw was a drawing of him and Millie. Across the top were the words “Hell’s best parents.”

Safe to say Moxxie spent the night crying in Millie’s arms and that drawing was kept on his side of the bed.

When they sing you to sleep, the tunes change depending on who is lulling you. If it’s both of them, they sing a little tune made about the three of you. Millie will sing the same lullabies her parents sang her, while Moxxie sings musical numbers. (Think Dear Theodosia kind of vibes)

Moxxie and Millie LOVE to dress you up, the matching outfits are so cute that they can’t resist.

You also grow up using weapons! It’s mainly Millie who teaches you since Moxxie wants you to get a little bigger before you learn how to use a gun (stemming from his trauma with his dad) So you grow up with the strength of your mom, and some of the protectiveness. Blitzø jokes that you should start to work for I.M.P. but that gets shut down quickly by Moxxie and Millie.

Moxxie shares his love of musicals with you. Not that he pushes it onto you, but it is his way of bonding with you.

If you express any of your interest, Moxxie and Millie will get whatever they can to push you to do what you are passionte about.

Obviously you do not have to worry about coming out to them! Just because they are in hell doesn't mean they are monsters.(Moxxie is literally bi lol) If it is something that they don't fully understand, they will listen to you as you explain it.

Trans? They will help you transition if you so desire and use your preferred pronouns! (even going as far as to editing old post where you are mentioned) Have a preffered name? They are willing to change it and use it like it's nothing (similar to the pronouns thing)

Overall, they love being your parent and do their best to raise you.

GUGHUGH i luv them sm

also ask are still not open but I might as well throw this into the dark

#helluva boss x reader #helluva moxxie #helluva millie #moxillie x reader #moxxie x reader #millie x reader #☾adoniswrites

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noamm7 · 1 month

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the new boy

paring : peter parke (tom holland) X male reader

cw : fluff

summary : Peter introduces the school to the new boy (you) and a friendship with something more begins to blossom.

You were slowly adapting to your new life since you moved with your mother and stepfather. Today was your first day in a new school, and while you were nervous, you were also excited to meet new people and make friends. As you entered the grounds of the school, a sweet-looking boy approached you.

He was smaller than you had imagined, wearing a shirt with a Star Wars design on it, he had brown hair, and seemed timid and kinda jittery, but in a cute way.

"Hey, uh... I just wanted to welcome you... I'm Peter... Peter Parker, and I've been here since first grade, and I'm considered a good student, so... they They I was asked to show you around and stuff..." he whispers "I'm really not sure what to say"

"Hey, eh… nice to meet you Peter, my name is Y/N… and as you probably know I… am new here…" you say with a brief smile.

Peter suddenly noticed he was lost in your smile. It was so radiant and expressive, like the light of the sun had been repressed and now radiating from your face. Peter was caught off-guard and blushed for a moment before becoming stunned, unable to avert his gaze. He was then able to recover himself and continue the conversation, avoiding the awkward moment.

"Well, uh... yeah, I guess I should introduce you to the school now, right?"

"Ah, yeah, sure, I would appreciate that." Peter nodded his head in affirmation "All right, follow me, I'll show you the classrooms and other areas of the school."

As you and Peter walked around the school, you had a blast chatting about all sorts of things you had in common. You discovered that both of you loved reading and collecting comic books about superheroes, building complex Lego sets and even playing similar video games.

You could feel a spark of friendship igniting between you, and it was so nice to have someone to talk to and forge bonds with over shared interests.

✁ ..time cut..

Finally, you two arrived at the end of the tour of the school. Peter had showed you all the classrooms, hallways and areas of the school. You realized that you two shared many interests and you were feeling more and more connected. It was now time for you to part ways, at least temporarily, since both of you had to head back to class.

“Well, I guess it's a temporary goodbye... I really enjoyed showing you around... and I really liked you... I mean... meeting you... sorry...” Peter says feeling his cheeks start to heat up "Okay that's cute" Peter squints his eyes and turns even redder than he was, you laugh a little at his reaction and then continue talking "I felt the same way, thank you for taking the time to do this” You say with a brief smile "You're welcome... well I should get to class. I hope to see you later!" Peter speaks with a small smile on his face.

Before parting ways with Peter, you quickly thought of something and called him. "Hey, hey, before we part ways, do you think we could go out to explore the city this weekend? I don't know much around here, so if you could go with me and show me some fun places... if you want, of course." Peter looked at you for a moment, seemingly a little surprised, then smiled and nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, sure, it's a great idea, I'd be happy to do that." Peter answered, with a big smile.

"Perfect," you say with a smile "Then... I guess I'll see you at lunch, right?" "Yeah, of course," Peter replies, nodding his head and giving a smile "I liked getting to know you Peter." You say with a smile "You're a cool guy." Peter felt a wave of warmth and happiness wash over his mind and heart "Ah, I..." he said, becoming even more flustered "I... I say the same, it was a pleasure getting to know you too, Y/N." Peter replied, smiling and unaware of just how red he was getting.

“See you at lunch, then," you say, glancing over your shoulder with a brief wave and turning to find your class. While Peter stands there, with an infatuated smile on his face, not realizing just how red he was getting.

It was certainly set to be more than just a great friendship between these two young boys.

ac : Sorry guys this was longer than I thought 😭😭 I hope you liked it ❤️‍🩹 who knows, we might have a second part of this story…

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gabrielsbubblegumbitch · 3 months

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So... we know how Vox and Velvet met, but what about Vox and Val?

(Sorry if already answered)

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Okay, honestly? I don't have a strong headcanon about this. I mean, I like the common fanon that they've just met because Vox wanted to do business with Valentino when he noticed he had become powerful enough to make a good ally. BUT, I had a thought after posting this and writing about Valentino's life.

It's still kind of a work in progress when it comes to details, but what if Val was unhinged enough to actually kidnap Vox? When he was still a rising star, not an Overlord yet. He had already owned some establishments, did his research on who has money and souls, and might be a good victim. He got himself some angelic weapons and just one night snatched Vox from the club. We know it can be done; we saw Striker kidnapping Stolas, who is way more powerful than Vox.

Val's initial plan was to torture Vox until he signed off all his money and souls to him and then let him go (assuming that Vox wouldn't then be powerful enough to seek revenge). But when he started, Vox was basically like, Joke's on you, I'm into this shit. You can kill me, but I won't give you anything. This honestly captivated Val. Vox turned out to be way more interesting and sexy than he had thought.

Vox was obviously scared shitless - he wasn't ready to die; he just played tough. He was also incredibly furious because no one had ever tried to pull off shit like this. Yet, for the same reason, he was really impressed by Valentino's boldness. Being completely stripped of his powers, he decided to talk his way out of that situation.

So, they started talking, and it was pretty much a speedrun from enemies to lovers. They both realized that under other circumstances, they might have even become friends. After a very intense night of weird bonding over being incredibly evil and flirting, Vox offered Valentino a deal: He would not seek vengeance for this situation and would make Val his business partner if Valentino let him go. After some negotiations, they included the part about never using angelic weapons against each other.

As soon as Vox was free, they immediately fucked on the floor of some godforsaken warehouse because apparently, this whole situation was a major turn-on for both of them.

So, yeah, that's the idea. Maybe one day I'll turn it into a proper fic if people like it sksksks

#hazbin hotel #vox #valentino #voxval #ask #vox hazbin #staticmoth #valentino hazbin #headcanon #guys i'm out of gifs and screens to ilustrate these things ToT

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givemea-dam-break · 1 year

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Hey!! I saw you opened up requests for Lockwood&Co and I was wondering if you could writte some Anthony Lockwood x reader, maybe with the prompt 8 from the fluff prompt list, thankss

a/n: yes of course! i tried just about a million different courses of action for this, simply because i didn't want it to be too similar to other amazing fics out there, so i hope you enjoy!

prompt: "if you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to have to kiss you." warnings: mild language, teenage awkwardness lol gn reader

As an agent, it's not very often you get the chance to relax. Most of your time is spent fighting ghosts or researching the next case, or even simply just sleeping, so you never really get time for much else, but today is different, and you couldn't be more relieved.

The most recent case Lockwood and Co have been hired for is a simpler one, one that Lucy and George opted to go on by themselves. Nothing more than a Type One, so it meant Lockwood - the face of the business - could get some actual owner work done.

Currently, he's sitting below in the basement, filling out the last few cases into the casebook, while you clean the house.

It's something you've been meaning to do for a little while now but never had the opportunity to get around to doing because of all of the cases going on. And, though most of the time cleaning was the last thing you wanted to do, there's solitude in washing the dishes and ironing the clothes. Maybe it's the fact that your friends will come home to a clean house with fresh clothes to change into after their second night working in a row. Maybe it's the way it occupies your mind, pushing all other thoughts to the side.

You've been thinking a little too much lately, mostly about things that shouldn't have been a problem or don't really matter in the grand scheme of things, but, no matter what you do, one thought always remains: Anthony Lockwood.

After working at Lockwood and Co for about a year now, it's safe to say that you've grown close to each of the members. George, you bond with over a love of knowledge, an itch to know more about things that have been pawned over since before you were even born. Lucy, well, the two of you share a room, so it would be awkward not to be close. You've found yourself lying awake together countless nights, discussing the past and your interests and everything under the sun.

But Lockwood...

He was the one to show you around London just after being hired and confused as to the layout of the city you had only just moved to. He was who you felt safest with on cases, who you fell back on when things were going wrong. Some part of you feels connected to him in a way you weren't with Lucy and George, like a little part of your soul has become bound to his and won't be separated.

There's no way of knowing if he feels the same or if he looks at you the way you look at him, and it's easier to believe that he doesn't. For your own sanity, it's much simpler to bury the feelings that plague you whenever you look at him, or when his fingers brush yours ever so slightly when you hand him a cup of tea in the morning.

Because, why would he feel the same?

You're not inherently special, not in the way that Lucy is by being able to communicate with ghosts, nor do you have the incredible research skills of George. Your talent for Touch is your only redeeming factor, but even that is nothing much beyond holding an object and watching your surroundings fade away into scenes of the past. Much good it does you when a ghost creeps up on you.

"Tea?"

You shriek, jumping and almost dropping the iron on your foot in the process. Turning, you come face to face with Lockwood, who stands in the living room doorway, holding two mugs of steaming hot tea.

"Lockwood!" you say. "Don't do that! I almost had a heart attack."

"Apologies," he says, but he doesn't seem awfully apologetic. "Anyways, do you want some tea? I did make two mugs, and you know how pissy George gets if we waste teabags -"

"Of course I'll have tea," you grumble, placing the iron down and folding the shirt laid across the ironing board. You become acutely aware of whose exactly it is. "Uh, just put it on the table, for now, please. I'll be done in a minute."

Lockwood smiles that dazzling smile of his, and your knees feel a little weak, but you force the feeling down.

It takes only a few minutes to finish up with the ironing, and you move to flatten the board to stash away, but a calloused hand closes over yours, and a tall figure towers beside you. Your heart thuds in your chest, and you dread to know how red you've become.

"Let me," Lockwood says. "Drink your tea before it goes cold."

You want to argue, but there's a glint in his eye and you know you'll never win, so you relent. With a grin of triumph, Lockwood's hand slips from yours and he nudges you over to the sofa. You sink onto the seat with a sigh, unaware until now of how much your back has been aching.

Upon sipping your tea, you pause.

"Is it alright?" Lockwood asks, sitting on the armchair just off to the side. "You've got a really particular way of making your tea -"

"It's perfect," you say, smiling. "I thought we'd run out of chamomile tea bags, though. George forgot to buy some on his last trip to Arif's."

Lockwood sips his tea, but there's something a little strange about his posture. "Yeah, we did run out. I nipped out earlier and got some."

You frown. "You didn't just go out to get me these tea bags, did you?"

"Yeah." He shrugs, smiling. "You've been stressed lately, and I know it helps calm your nerves a little, so it was no big deal."

Something in your chest gives a little flutter at that. Not only does he know your habits in trying to relax, but he also went out with the sole purpose of achieving that. You hold the mug close to your chest, looking away from Lockwood to hide the heat that's risen to your cheeks.

His presence alone is soothing, comforting in the sense that you know you're safe whenever he's around. It's cheesy, and you feel stupid for even thinking like that, but you know it to be true. There's no one else you'd rather have sitting with you.

"You get the casebook done, then?" you ask, keeping your eyes focused on the window ahead, the light from ghost lamps outside peeking in through the gaps in the curtains.

"Just about. Figured you'd need a brew and some company, though. Plenty of time to get it finished, still."

Your lips twitch into another smile. "Lockwood the sap. Never would've thought."

He shrugs. "What can I say? I like to make sure my employees are kept happy, and I've been told I make perfect tea."

"Well, thank you. I'll be sure to do the chores more often if it means I get more of this tea. No offence to her, but Lucy's tea isn't nearly as nice as this."

You look up, and he's already looking at you, dark eyes unintelligible. Within their darkness, a little reflection of light shimmers, and it's hard to look away. It's like his gaze has locked yours in place and frozen you so that you can't move, but it's a feeling you don't mind. You could look at him for days - at the way his hair falls across his brow messily, no doubt from running his hand through it while filling in the casebook, or the way his fingers tap against his mug quietly. The little details, like how his tie has been loosened slightly, or his socks are a similar lavender colour as the jumper you wear - completely a coincidence - are what entrance you most.

"If you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to have to kiss you."

Your heart stops, and you can only blink in response.

Lockwood's face goes bright red. "Did I say that out loud?"

"Mm-hm," you squeak. "Um, I, uh - yes."

"Right." He places his mug down, blinking hard and looking away. "Uh, okay. That's not - I didn't -"

"Of course!" you say. "No, obviously, you didn't -"

"I didn't?"

"You - um..."

Like Lockwood, you place your mug down, but your hands shake a little. Maybe you didn't hear him right. Maybe you're dreaming. You must be dreaming, right?

Before you can think about it too much, you pinch the skin of your arm hard, hissing at the sharp pain.

Lockwood jumps. "Why did you do that?"

"Not dreaming," you groan. "Definitely not dreaming. Why would you let me do that?"

"I didn't! How was I meant to know -?"

"I don't know!" You keep your gaze firmly fixed on the coffee table, face as hot as the fire burning over at the other side of the room. "But, uh..."

"Yeah."

"Okay."

An awkward silence hangs in the air, so thick you could cut through it with your rapier.

Did he mean what he had said, or was it just a spur of the moment? Surely that's it. There was no way it was genuine... But the way he flushed has butterflies swarming in your stomach, and you feel a little giddy. If he means it, that means - god, what does that mean?

"Sorry," Lockwood says. He still won't look at you. "I don't know why I said that."

"Did you mean it?"

Lockwood looks a little taken aback, his eyes slowly dragging from the worn arm of his chair up to you. "I mean... Yes."

A little smile plays on your lips. "Cool."

"Cool? What exactly do you mean by cool?"

"Cool as in I've gotten the great Anthony Lockwood flustered," you say, tearing your gaze from the table. "And because I wouldn't necessarily be opposed to that idea."

Usually so composed, so calm and collected, it's quite funny to see him nervous. Gone is that signature smirk of his, replaced by a slack-jawed expression of surprise.

"You wouldn't - um...?"

You shrug nonchalantly, but your heart is pounding. "I suppose not, as long as it means more tea for me."

The joke seems to shake him out of his stupor because, soon, he's standing with that shit-eating grin of confidence on his face. He reaches out a hand, and you take it, relishing in the warmth of it as he pulls you from your seat. He's standing close, closer than usual, and your heart is performing somersaults in your chest.

His hand is still closed around yours but, ever so slowly, it trails over the skin of your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake, and finds its way to the back of your neck. His touch is gentle, cautious, and though that arrogant gleam is back in his eyes, you know that if you told him to stop he would.

Can he feel your pulse? The way he's made your heart turn into an Olympic runner? Can he hear your shaky breaths, or see your trembling knees?

You can feel his breath as he draws nearer, his face so, so close to yours now. Your eyes meet and, for a moment, the world washes away. No longer are you standing in the living room, surrounded by decor from other countries or freshly folded and ironed clothes, but in a world of your own. Time melts away under your fingers, leaving only his chest beneath your palms.

He's breathing a little heavier now, and a smile, softer than before, plays on his lips. "Can I -?"

Words failing you, you nod.

And it's the best decision you've ever made.

His lips are soft if a little chapped, but it's as if they were made for yours. Fireworks explode in your head, and those butterflies swarming have multiplied tenfold. Slowly, one of his hands comes to your waist, gripping your jumper and the skin beneath, and the hand on the back of your neck travels down your back.

Part of you still believes that it's all a dream. There's no way you could really be standing in the living room, kissing your friend who is also your boss - which, surely breaks some sort of code of conduct - but he feels real, his hammering heartbeat feels real.

The kiss gently breaks off, but your faces remain so close that it could begin again with the slightest move. Your eyes flutter open, finding his dark gaze fixed on your face.

Fighting back a smile, you dramatically deepen your voice. "If you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to have to kiss you."

Lockwood rolls his eyes, laughing in a way that has your knees buckling. He opens his mouth, about to say something, but the front door suddenly opens, followed by the sound of Lucy's and George's voices. Quickly, you both shuffle apart, red-faced and breathing heavily.

"Oh, I was expecting you guys to be working in the basement," George said from the living room doorway. "Clean house... I expect that was (name)'s doing?"

"Mm-hm," you say, nodding. "Clothes are done, too." You point over to the separated piles of folded clothes.

Lucy catches your gaze, flicking her eyes to Lockwood and then back to you. She raises an eyebrow, and your absence of a reply seems to be enough of an answer.

Upstairs, she mouths, holding back a grin. Now.

"I - uh, I've got some cleaning to finish up on in the attic," you say, glancing back at Lockwood.

He's smiling as he usually does, but something in it as he looks at you becomes more intimate, more private, and you can feel your cheeks growing hotter.

"Tea's still warm in the kitchen," he says to George and Lucy, but you can still feel his gaze on you as you turn. "Plus some doughnuts in the cupboard."

You nod, maybe a little too enthusiastically. "Yeah! Um, well, if you guys need me, you know where to find me."

His gaze follows you out the door, and you can still feel his lips on yours as you hurry up the stairs.

It wasn't a dream, you tell yourself giddily. It was real.

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