#but i think the fuzziness adds to the charm. or something like that

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

watched Grease the other night with my buddy and. well. obviously i Had To

#this was a good warm up i think. kinda low quality cause its Small and Not Much Effort Went Into It #but i think the fuzziness adds to the charm. or something like that #ive always loved greasers as a concept and general Thing #anyway now im Thinking about what everyone's 'roles' would be #i think the little greaser group would be wally / sally / barnaby #except theyre the most unconventional greasers ever #sally is all bark and no bite. barnaby is no bark and no bite. wally is just there to look pretty #i think theyd fold frank into the group eventually due to Witnessing His Knack For Violence #i can picture them mostly hanging around a diner #where they all share the single milkshake they can collectively afford #scribble garnish #welcome home #in middle school i absolutely adored the outsiders #we even did a thing for the class where we were assigned 'greaser' or 'soc' and i was So Fucking Delighted to get greaser #assigned greaser by 8th grade english class #got to dress up and everything. i had a blast. so gender. #during that time i would even sit there in class thinking 'i was born in the wrong generation'. delusional? yes #one of my ocs is even a fuckin. universe-hopping assassin greaser #their vibe.... 50s punk... #loved the movie btw. made next to no sense. very charming

[aakeysmash]

Roommate or boss?

Pairing: f!reader x Katsuki Bakugou.

Warnings: a lot of yapping. Male masturbation. A bit of violence from Katsuki’s part when a guy tries getting in your pants.

Word count: this part is 2.4k, added to the others (part 1, part 2, part 3) it’s 8.9k.

Next part: part 5

"It's too hot" you mewl while lying on your couch. “Step back, it’s my turn to be in front of the fan” you add, getting up and walking towards Katsuki.

“Fuck no, it’s been 3 minutes since you had a go at it. Go back to the hell hole you came from, pest” your roommate answers while throwing daggers at you.

You poke your finger in his exposed bicep. He doesn’t budge. Damn, this man is hard as a rock.

“Come onnnnn! This is the time when you should be a gentleman and let me cool down my beautiful face. Do you really want to be such a brute, Mr. Bakugou?” you bat your eyelashes seductively, trying to convince him.

Bakugou stares at you like your face is green and you’re a slimy frog that just came out of a pile of mud.

“I don’t fucking care. You’re a big girl and I ain’t no prince charming. Step the fuck back or I’m throwing you on that damn sofa. Wait your shitty turn” he says, flicking your forehead.

You whine some more, whisper “bitch” (it gets you another flick) and then turn back to lay on the floor. It’s colder than the couch, at least.

It’s summer, there’s 41°C outside, and your AC broke the other day. It’s so hot that you take out the ice from the freezer and it melts in 4 minutes (max). You happened to have one old crusty fan, that you and Bakugou take turns using. You have been surviving on iced coffee and iced lemonades. You feel like you’re slowly dying.

“You know, this is the only time I really wish my boss would call me in early. He might be a ghost, but he sure uses money for the AC” you blabber while staring at the ceiling, contemplating booking a trip to Alaska.

“What do you mean a ghost?” the blond asks. He’s been much more talkative in the last few months, maybe because seeing you being so domestic was doing something to him. In the last few days he really wants to be your friend, but not because he’s suddenly nice: he thinks he could bribe you to gift him the fan if he’s kinder and breaks your defenses. He’s even planning on asking you to go to a cafe nearby and offer you one of those sweet fuzzy iced drinks you like so much. He’s scheming.

“A ghost because I’ve never seen his face. Can you believe that? My colleague says he’s an asshole though, so maybe that’s for the better” you answer. You get on your elbows to see him better, then squint and frown, “I feel like you could be my boss, you know. Seeing as you’re an asshole too, making me die here on the floor like a common drug addict”.

Yeah, screw the fan. He was asking you out to kill you.

“I hope he fires you”.

“Fuck you”.

“Likewise”.

You throw yourself back on the floor. The movement makes your boobs giggle, and he catches himself staring at your white tank top. You didn’t wear a bra since it’s indeed still your house and it’s indeed still hot as hell.

Things have been going so much better between you two. You now bicker like you’re siblings, but you do also take walks together sometimes, mainly to get groceries, and talk about stuff. You even convinced him to watch Keeping up with the Kardashians with you, and even if he doesn’t want to admit it, he likes the drama more than you.

At work you have a new manager and she’s super nice. Her name is Mina, and you found out that she and Kirishima are engaged, even if they’re 22 like you. She’s a great worker, and you’ve gone out for drinks a couple of times with her and Momo. She’s been at the cafe for 2 months, but you feel so much better already. She throws you weird looks sometimes, like she knows something you don’t, but you pay it no mind.

The timer on your phone rings, and you jump up before throwing your whole body on Katsuki’s. He’s distracted and you get him off guard, managing to move him away. He notices your tits touching his arm.

“Hah! My turn!” you say triumphantly, positioning yourself in front of the fan. The cold air makes your nipples harden. He seems to not be able to look away.

“Awh, Katsuki, cat got your tongue? Don’t worry, baby, the floor is not that bad” you snicker.

He snaps out of his trance and looks at your smirk. Baby? Did you just call him baby?

Fuck, what is he doing? The heat is getting to him. He hastily turns around and starts walking.

“Fuck off, I’m getting in the shower. You can have your fucking fan until I get out” he grunts while almost running away. He needs to have a cold shower.

“We’ll see!” you smile devilishly at him, not having noticed how he’s furiously blushing while slamming the bathroom door.

Katsuki puts his back on the door and slides to the floor. He rubs his face before staring at the obvious tent his semi is causing in his shorts.

Have you always been so hot?

He gets out of his clothes and jumps in the shower, hoping this feeling will go away once the scorching temperature of his skin gets back to normal. But after a few minutes the icy water does nothing to quell his desire, his fully standing cock a statement to that.

He curses under his breath, then wraps one of his hands on his shaft. He feels so dirty doing this, and the fact you’re one door away makes him feel even more embarrassed.

“Let’s get this fucking over with, fuck” he says to himself, pumping his member slowly.

He imagines the way your hand would feel instead of his, or your big eyes staring up at him like you did before, just that in this case you were forcing yourself not to cry while choking on his cock. His hand would be in your hair instead of on his dick, pushing your mouth snugly against his pubes. Your mouth would be hotter than the sun outside and he'd give you a reason to sweat. If you pleaded hard enough he'd fuck you too. He’d really throw you on the sofa, ripping your damn white top and sucking on your nipples. Fuck, what if you pierced them? Your tits would look so good covered in his-

He cums, grunting. "Fuck, this is the most embarrassing shit I've ever had to do to cum" he adds, whispering to himself.

He makes sure to scrub the shower wall clean before putting on the pair of grey short sweatpants he was wearing before. He decides on not to put his black compression tee on, since it’s drenched in sweat.

He exits the bathroom and finds you lying on the couch with the fan blowing directly on your face. Your eyes are closed, and the peaceful expression you're wearing makes his dick throb again.

"Oi, wanna go out? We're short on ice" he finds himself saying.

You open one eye, but when you realize he's half naked you hastily close it and throw him the pillow you were resting your head on.

"When has this become a whore house?" you scream.

He rolls his eyes. "You're such a prude. It's not like you've never seen a man naked" he scoffs, while throwing the pillow back at you.

You open your eyes again and glare at him. You know you must be as red as a tomato.

He looks so good with his hair still dripping wet. You've known that he works out, but now that you see his torso this close and with so little covering his whole body, you find yourself feeling shy. There's a particular drop of water that cascades just in the middle of his pecs, and you follow it with your eyes until it reaches his belly button.

"Earth to y/n. I know I'm hot, but stop ogling and answer my fucking question" your roommate says smirking, snapping his fingers in front of your face.

You throw the same pillow you threw before right on his smiling face. "I'm coming if you're not gonna be naked!" you say, hastily going towards your room.

"But wouldn't you like it, baby?" he mocks the tone you've used with him just 30 minutes ago.

"Fuck you. I'll be there in 10" you respond, slamming your bedroom door, feeling hot and bothered.

It must be the summer.

You and Katsuki go to a store nearby to get ice.

“When is the landlord gonna repair the AC?” you ask, since he was the one to make the call.

“He said he’ll come next week, probably even the next one. Said he’s on vacay or some shit” he grunts from next to you.

“I can’t survive 2 weeks like this” you whine. “Oh, you know those noodles you did the other day? The spicy ones? Want to make them for dinner today?” you change the topic, looking up at him.

He spares you a glance before smirking and saying “you just said you’re dying, you sure you wanna eat spicy things?”.

“It doesn’t matter, that’s not the question” you say, pouting.

He smirks again. “Sure. Go and take the noodles, I’ll get the vegetables. Call me when you’re finished if you can’t come back here, I know you get lost like a dumbass”.

You slap his arm. “I do not! This place is just big, asshole”. Then you turn around and march straight towards… the wrong aisle. Katsuki shakes his head. You’ll find a way. You always do, somehow.

After 10 minutes you’re still not back and you still haven’t called, so he sighs and gets his phone out.

He missed your texts from 3 minutes ago.

Y/N: Help

Y/N: I feel like a guy is following me

Y/N: I’m next to some spicy sauces, I guess

Y/N: Mom come pick me up, I’m scared

He raises an eyebrow. You’re usually too prideful to text him when you don’t find the ingredients he tells you to search for, so this situation is weird. He tries to remember where the spicy sauces are, and goes for that aisle.

Meanwhile, you were right and a creepy guy was indeed following you. He’s slim, not that tall and looks like a predator. For the past couple of minutes he’s obviously been trying to get in your pants, and you don’t know how to remove yourself from the situation.

“Come on, just give me your number. You got a boyfriend? Is this why you’re being so… spicy?” he says with a low tone of voice, walking towards you and effectively blocking you from the eyes of the people who are walking down your aisle. From outside, he just seems like he’s talking to you.

“I said I’m not interested” you repeat for what feels like the 10th time. Then you decide to lie: “and yes, I do have a boyfriend. He gets crazy when he’s jealous, I wouldn’t want to anger him if I were you”. You hope you sound confident enough.

“Awh he doesn’t have to now, baby girl. It can be our dirty little secret… I love spicy little things like you” he says seductively, touching your arm and licking his lips.

You’re just about to raise your elbow high enough to break his nose when you feel a familiar voice behind you.

“Step the fuck back before I break your fucking hand” Katsuki says to the man in front of you.

You snap your gaze to his eyes, but he’s looking at the guy with a murderous intent.

The slimy guy in front of you doesn’t let go, in fact he just strengthens the hold he has on your arm and you wince. Katsuki notices this.

The guy is definitely intimidated, but still manages to say “mind your business bro, we’re together, this is my bitch-“. But before he can finish the sentence he finds himself crashing on the sauces of the aisle.

“I said step the fuck back. I don’t like to repeat myself. Don’t ever call my girlfriend your bitch again, or next time I’m breaking your damn nose“ your roommate says while putting a hand on your small back.

He then looks down at you, and while he’s looking deep into your eyes, tells you “you good, baby?”.

You nod. You feel your knees shaking, but not because of the guy who’s currently on the floor.

Which, by the way, is now scoffing and declaring “oh so this is your crazy boyfriend? Nobody likes good guys anymore, huh”. He then stands up, adding “you were never pretty enough for me, anyway”.

Katsuki looks at him and suddenly he laughs. “You’re a pathetic ass bitch if you really believe someone like you could ever be near someone like her. You’re not a good guy, you’re an awful piece of shit who only tries to get his dick wet by forcing girls to have sex with him, and you’re obviously failing at that too. Go back to your room and rub one out on some shitty porn like you always do, fucker” he spits out. “You have 5 seconds to get out of my fucking face”.

The asshole thinks he’s joking, so he doesn’t move from his spot, but Katsuki is obviously not playing. He looks super scary, and he’s towering over the pathetic boy.

Katsuki is losing his patience. “5, 4, 3…”.

The guy gets that he’s serious and flees the scene, running with his tail between his legs.

Your roommate takes a big breath before mumbling “I hate people”. You snicker, before looking up at him. “Thank you, you know” you say smiling.

Your gratefulness blinds him, or maybe it’s just that you’re that pretty.

“You’re welcome”.

He doesn’t remove his hand from your back for the rest of your walk, and it feels so natural to be so close to him that you don’t say anything.

A/N: If you want to be put in the taglist make sure your age is visible on your blog first, and then tell me so in the comments <3

#bakugou katsuki #bnha #and they were roommates #bakugo fluff #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #soft bakugou #bakugou fic #bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #bakugo smut #mdni #barista au #bakugo katsuki

[llamagoddessofficial]

Thank you @radpunch for giving me an excuse for more Farmtale Sans... he's the love of my life

I don't usually do this, but I thought I'd add some recommended music for reading this piece. I listened to this the whole time I was writing, and I think it really adds to the vibe.

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To anyone else, the sight of a body in a field neighbouring yours probably would’ve caused no small amount of alarm. Instead, you just sighed, finally laying down your shovel for the day and hopping the fence you had only just finished repairing.

The grass brushed against your hips as you walked, moving your feet as if wading through water. The evening sun caught the long, glimmering single stray cobwebs that trailed from the grass flower heads, and illuminated the tiny fluttering bodies of disturbed insects that fluttered up and away when you walked by. Though it was a pain to move through, you always liked when the field looked like this. It was your own romantic summer sea.

Eventually, you came across the ‘body’. Sans was lounging with his head propped up on a pile of empty seed bags, straw hat placed on his chest, sockets shut. The sun didn’t reach him now, the tall grass on all sides of him left a perfect little shady spot where he had nestled in. He looked very comfy... very peaceful. This wasn’t unusual at all, for him. He had a knack for finding hidden places to nap.

You crouched down. You could hear him faintly snoring. There was a tiny iridescent beetle sitting proudly on his bent knee, using the vantage point to observe its surroundings. It didn’t seem bothered by your presence in the slightest.

Sans was nice to look at. You had always considered him kinda good-looking, but he had grown more and more on you over time. Despite his brother being more classically ‘handsome’, with his high cheekbones, strong jawline and impressive physique, Sans was the one you found yourself getting caught staring at. He was... so easygoing. Not softspoken, too confident for that. Just never needing to raise his voice. Quick witted, strong, smart. Casual. Despite his silly straw hat, constantly muddy pants and crappy jokes, something about him was effortlessly cool. Effortlessly pretty.

And you were...

...

He had dirt on his cheekbone. Without thinking, you reached out, wiping it off. 

Before you could even blink, his hand snapped up, catching yours by the wrist. You let out a little inelegant shriek then slapped your free hand over your mouth in embarrassment - he snorted, sockets opening up, pretty fuzzy green eyelights landing on you. 

“well hello there,” he said, voice only mildly sleepy, with a gentle purr to it. He turned his face, and kissed your palm.

You shrieked a second time. Well... this one was more like a yelp, yanking your hand out of his grip as both of you descended into laughter. “Gross!”

You weren’t going to admit the move had given you butterflies. Nor that the way he was looking at you was making you feel things you didn’t have words for yet. You made a point of wiping your hand on your work pants.

“am i still asleep, or d’you just look like a dream to me?” he asked, leaning back, knitting his fingers together over his chest. 

“Charming.” Your tone just made him snicker. “The sun is setting. You getting up soon, or are you planning on sleeping under the stars tonight?”

Sans’ gaze was very soft. “hey, that actually don’t sound too bad. ‘specially if i had the right company.”

“True. Stargazing with someone is always nicer.”

“could always join me. room for two, in this patch.”

“Unlike you, I have to worry about ticks.” You flicked his shoulder. “I’ll think about it when the grass is cut.”

He grinned. “dang. never felt so motivated to do a chore before. s’that a promise, then? when i cut the grass you’ll come stargaze with me?”

You rolled your eyes. But there they were again; the butterflies. The thing with Sans was you never had any idea whether or not he was serious. He said entirely joking and entirely genuine things with the same tone of voice, the same smile, the same twinkling eyelights. Maybe in a few years you’d know him well enough to tell. Right now, though, you were much too afraid of embarrassing both of you by assuming his 'flirting' was anything but banter.

He finally sat up, and the beetle on his knee took off into the sky. It felt so cosy, somehow; the two of you were almost entirely below the top of the grass, hiding in a tiny den. It smelled like... well, grass, duh. But a specific kind of grassy smell - sweet and dry, more like hay, summery and clear. It reminded you of playing outside as a child until the sun had long gone down. 

“you been exertin’ yerself? all red.”

“Yeah, I’ve just been fixing the fence.” A lie and a truth. You had been fixing the fence, but it was a menial chore that hadn’t required huge amounts of strain. The blushing was from something else.

“ah, jeez." A break in his easy mood. "we’re still really sorry about that. pap is absolutely mortified, think he's set aside a whole load of crop for you.”

The brothers’ goat had managed to break through several fences, including yours, to take a 'visit' to your garden. You’d found her in your flowerbed, happily eating the tops off the marigolds you were going to cut and take to market. 

You’d never seen someone more apologetic than when Papyrus showed up to bring her home. The animal still had bright yellow petals in her beard as he led her away.

“It’s alright,” you said, warmly. “it wasn't like it was malicious or anything. Animals get out. I don’t think I’ve ever met a more sweet-natured goat anyway.”

“should’ve told me you were fixing that fence. i would’ve helped out.”

“Oh would you have?” Your tone was mock-suspicious. “How convenient that you waited until I was finished to tell me that.”

His sockets raised at the corners. “i’m serious! you doubtin’ my honesty? dang. thought we were close.”

Uh oh. Butterflies again. You swerved, doing your best to avoid it.

“So does your brother know you’re out here?”

“course not,” he snickered. “he still thinks i’m working.”

“Maybe I should go tell him that you’re flunking. I’m certain he already knows, he just needs to catch you in the act.”

He put his hat back on his head. “well. guess now i have to kill you.”

You laughed - and in the shade, entirely missed the little green shimmer across his cheekbones.

“How’s the day been then, sleepyhead?”

He shrugged, picking at some of the flattened grass. “busy. exactly how you think late summer on a farm would be. harvestin’, packin’ stuff up. lotsa ploughing. even with magic, it’s hard work. i’m just stealing whatever breaks i can find. you?”

You gave him a look. “You came over yesterday. You know how I'm doing.”

He leant over, lightly elbowing you. “c’mon. i’m doin’ the small talk thing. can’t leave me hangin’ here.”

“So now you’re guilt tripping me? You’re a real piece of work.”

That got another snicker out of him. He was so handsome when he laughed. 

Sans always liked knowing what was going on in your life. It was weird, you never saw him do that with anyone else; it had taken you a while to notice it but even with his closest friends he didn’t talk half as much as he did with you. The first time you’d seen him talking to Toriel you had thought he was in a bad mood, with how little he engaged, how simple his questions were, how sparingly he spoke.

“BAD MOOD? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?”

“Sans just didn’t seem very chatty tonight. Did something happen?”

“OH? OH! NYEHEHEHEH, HOW FUNNY! SANS WAS COMPLETELY NORMAL TONIGHT, HUMAN, DON’T YOU WORRY. THIS IS HOW HE ALWAYS IS AT GET-TOGETHERS.”

“But he...”

“HE’S JUST MUCH CHATTIER WITH ME AND YOU.”

You liked to think he felt safe around you. You definitely felt safer around him, that was for sure. 

You pulled your knees up to your chest, relenting under his gaze. “Okay okay, fine. I’m doing alright, I guess. The old trees came right back to life as soon as the thickets were cleared away. There’s already fruit, they just need another year or so to get market ready.”

“and yer flowers? they sellin’ well?”

“It’s a good way to plug the money gaps in the meantime. Living in the age of the internet definitely helps, there’s lots of information floating around that has made it so much easier for me to get started. I dunno. It’s alright.”

You wanted to stop talking. You looked away, staring off into the ‘forest’ surrounding you, the waning sunset catching certain blades and turning them into a warm burning orange. In the distance you could hear the rolling and bubbling singing of a particularly loud bird somewhere overhead.

Despite your desire to shut up, Sans wasn’t about to let you. His lovely eyelights just continued to bore into you. 

“i can hear a ‘but’ in there.”

...

You sighed. Oh well. Who else were you going to be able to talk to?

“I thought the impostor syndrome would be gone by now.”

He cocked his head. You had no choice but to continue. 

“I’m just... I still feel like I’m not part of this. My mind hasn’t settled in. Every day is a confusing fight where I feel like I barely make it out the other side. Most of my flower boxes are stuck together with tape and hope.” You settled your chin onto your knees, sulking. “Every time things start to make sense, and I feel like I’m finally starting to get some solid ground, another problem shows up. Another thing breaks. Another bug I didn’t know existed is eating the fruit, another tree disease I have to prep against otherwise it might wipe out the orchard, another colony of aphids eating the flowers. I can’t win.”

“sounds pretty normal to me.”

You looked up from your knees. “Does it?” 

“that’s just life, ain’t it?” He had somehow shuffled closer to you, entirely without you noticing. “there’s always some new problem. if ya ask me, sounds exactly like a day on our farm. one of the ducks is injured, a coop is leaking, chicken got eaten in the night, goat escaped and ate the neighbour’s flowers. nothing goes how you expect. if you ask me, you’re doing great.”

You hummed. “Doesn’t feel like it.”

“doin’ good on paper, too. human from the suburbs moves to the countryside and buys an abandoned orchard. most of the time that ends in disaster. but yer trees are fruiting, could be ready in a single year, the flowers are already bloomin’ and sellin’ at the market. not sure how you could do any better.”

... You couldn’t help but feel warm. Especially on your face again. Partially because of his kind words, yes... but mostly because he seemed so intent on making you feel less bad. It made your chest all fluttery.

“... Thank you,” you mumbled. "that does make me feel better."

“course. anytime. just wish you’d ask for help, more.”

The bird from earlier started singing again. You glanced up, but could see nothing from within the little 'den'.

“Any idea what that bird is?”

He leant back. One hand, conspicuously, resting on the ground just behind your back. “s’a skylark.”

“... Skylark.” 

You stared up into the clear evening sky. You weren’t great with bird names, but you’d definitely remember that. 

...

Feeling like he was looking at you, you turned to the side. Sans was looking at you - and his face was only really a few inches from yours. Close enough that if he tilted his head down a bit, the top of his straw hat would bump against your hair. His expression was calm... a lot calmer than you felt. The two of you quietly held eye contact, and the skylark continued to sing.

... Suddenly, and with no apparent trigger, you felt immensely flustered by the proximity. You pulled back, shuffling, unceremoniously dragging yourself to your feet and brushing off your pants. Your head popped up above the grass; immediately, some tiny birds scattered up and away, sun shining into your eyes.

“I should head home.” You were messing needlessly with your hair. “Dinner isn’t going to make itself.”

Sans looked up at you, for a few silent moments. You couldn’t read his face at all, the only thing you knew was that his smile was very soft.

“agh, i should head out too,” he eventually said, not standing, but folding his arms behind his head and stretching. “need to get home. pap probably thinks i fell into a ditch.”

You put your hands on your hips. “Then you can finally rest, after a long hard day of skipping your chores?”

He chuckled. “why of course.”

“Pft. Say hi to Papyrus for me.”

“sure thing. later, doll.”

With that, you headed back across the field, leaving Sans to pretend to wake up. Knowing him he had probably laid down and gone straight back to sleep.

... You put your hand over your chest, now that you were out of sight, trying to still your fluttering heart. It wasn’t really any use.

The more time you spent with Sans, the more you realised you were falling for him.

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Sans watched you walk away, the golden light catching in your hair.

... He sighed, stretching again, before finally actually dragging himself to his feet. The green flush became more prominent on his face as he stopped to watch a skylark hovering just over the grass before tilting its wings and dancing away.

He’d been completely serious about the stargazing. Once again, you thought he was joking, his own persona had bitten him in the ass. He’d wanted to tell you as you were leaving - he’d wanted to finally put his foot down and make a date out of it, ask you when you were free and do what he’d been dreaming of doing for weeks. 

But just like always, when you’d looked at him, he’d completely fallen to pieces. The words had gotten stuck in his nonexistent throat. And by the time he’d shaken himself out of his stupor, you were already leaving.

Sans just sighed, adjusting his hat. 

“... next time,” he hummed. "there's always next time."

With that, he shortcutted home.

#commissions #GOD hes so handsome and lovely and i would live with him forever #he makes the cottagecore dream all that more reachable

[svtelfdans]

hhu's pet names for you

warnings: some of the pet names are gendered/binary!! i tried to include as many gender neutral ones as possible but i don't think i included enough.

seungcheol

he always reminds you how pretty you are, often referring to you as it in casual conversation. when you're having a bad day he'll sit you down and ask "what's wrong, my love?". once, he called you sugarcakes just for fun, and when he saw you become all flustered and giggly he started saying it more and more both outside and inside the bedroom. but his favourite name for you is duckling because he knows you'll follow him wherever he goes.

wonwoo

"can you be a doll and pass me that folder?" wonwoo says, without looking up from his work. when you don't do as he asked, he shifts in his seat and finds you standing on the other side of the room, hands clasped around the folder with a shy look on your face. "i'll add that to my list of names for you, then" he says with a grin. making a mental note, he adds doll do the list of pet names which already consists of kitten, angel, peach (and babygirl/boy).

mingyu

mingyu can be quite intimidating at times, especially when he's in a bad mood, but he'll always soften his voice when talking to his angel. always talking about how you fell from heaven to be with him. you're his petal because being around you is like being surrounded by a tornado of sweet-smelling and pretty flowers. when you look up to meet his tall gaze he gets all warm and fuzzy inside. "you're making me go crazy, gorgeous"

vernon

there's something charming about very cringy pet names. you and vernon used to play a game trying to come up with the worst ones, and a few of them stuck. for example dreamer and sugar lips. now vernon refers to you as those names even in casual and public settings, often making the people around you laugh nervously, because who on earth calls their s/o loverboy/lovergirl?

#i want cheol to call me his duckling #seventeen scenarios #seventeen #seventeen fluff #hip hop unit fluff #hip hop unit #choi seungcheol fluff #jeon wonwoo fluff #kim mingyu fluff #hansol vernon chwe fluff #hhu fluff #seventeen imagines

[yandere--stuck]

HI I JUST BINGE READ ALL OF YOUR JOKER STUFF OH MY GOD I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE HIM!

could i maybe request joker with a (gender neutral) darling who’s a drag king? totally okay if not!

Thank you!! I'm so glad! I hope these are good ^^

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💜 !!! J is so, so excited! He enjoyed crossdressing himself, so when he found out you had a similar interest, he was over the moon! Just another reason you and he were meant to be. For him, crossdressing is more of a casual thing than a performance, but he wouldn't mind giving it a try, especially if it'd bring you closer together <3

💚 He'd love to create an act with you. It sounded so fun! Hmm, he'd love for it to be circus themed. The bright colors, the fun outfits, the potential for clown-based performances… Joker would love coming up with bits and gags with you. He thinks you're absolutely hilarious and there's nothing he loved more than hearing you laugh... Hmm, say, how about the names Candy Cotton and Connor Tortionist?

💜 Would love to commission (or, you know, steal) different outfits for you. Or hell, he'd be glad to lend you some of his own if you felt like it'd fit your character! Plus, knowing you're wearing his clothes just filled him with such a warm, fuzzy feeling inside… Oh, and he'd love to do your makeup! Just hold still, dear! And if you're ever in need of facial hair, J knew just how to paint on a beard with just some contouring, fiber mascara, and hairspray.

💚 In return, The Joker would get giddy at the idea of you helping him dress up. Mind helping him with his makeup? No need for it to be perfect - if anything, it turning out messy adds to the charm and character. He'd do it himself, but he adores the idea of you helping and doting on him. Makeup application could be so intimate, after all, and he'd take any little thing from you he could get. He'd probably get something that matched what you were going for, in regards to outfits. Unless you'd be wearing one of his numbers, in which case, he might get something reminiscent of Harley as a jape.

💜 Might get too jealous at the idea of somebody besides himself being able to watch your performances to actually let the idea of showing off your act come to pass. Ah, but don't be sad, darling! Joker would gladly watch you for hours on end. And this was something special. Something between the two of you. Something he wouldn't allow anyone else to have. The both of you were all the audience you needed.

#the joker x reader #joker x reader #Yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere joker #yandere joker x reader #yandere dc #dc x reader #yandere dc x reader #yandere #yandere imagine

[leejungchans]

impossible : l.c

༉‧₊˚✧ for my 1k event !

requested by anon : may i ask forrrr a dino fluff drabble about buying furniture after moving in together (gn!reader plzz) ouo thanksss♡♡♡

a/n: hi anon!!! tysm for your request and i’m really sorry ab the long wait 😭💔 i hope you enjoy this and again tysm for your req and patience <33

word count | 0.5k

pairing | lee chan (svt) x gn!reader

genre | fluff, established relationship au

warning(s) / includes | kissing (please lmk if i missed anything!)

note | hi,,,,,,,,it’s been a while since i last posted an actual piece of writing,,,,,,v v sorry ab that 💔 hit a wall of writer’s block but i hope to be a little more consistent <33 pls don’t forget ab me /hj

“Baby, look how nice this is!”

As university students on a budget, most of the furniture that’d soon end up in your new apartment would either be thrifted or bought second-hand, realistically speaking. However, a trip to IKEA is almost customary during the moving-in process, even if you walk out with more frozen bags of meatballs and fake plants than actual furniture.

Your eyes roam over the showroom your boyfriend of two years just tugged you into. While the walls are a simple shade of cream, the mint green couch and patterned cushions add a nice pop of colour. You’ve always preferred a homey look over something too sleek or monochromatic.

“It is nice,” you agree, letting Chan pull you down with him to sit on the couch, his fingers interlaced with your own as his thumb traces patterns on your skin, “it feels very cosy.”

“And look at this bookshelf, it’s huge! We can put a ton of books here!”

“Chan,” you laugh, “I don’t think the two of us collectively own more than ten books.”

His bottom lip juts out as he pouts at you, reminding you all too much of a sad puppy that just got scolded for being too energetic. You want to kiss him. “I don’t think we’re that bad! We have the cookbook we bought together, and the novel Wonwoo got me for my birthday, and we have a few from home…”

His voice trails off in uncertainty, and after a beat of silence he speaks again, “Nevermind, you’re probably right, and our living room is definitely not this big.”

Your hand slips out of his to pat his knee, and you smile at him reassuringly. “It’s okay, this is just our first one. We’ll have room for something like this in our next place, or the one after that.” It might seem a little too early to think so far ahead when you haven’t even officially moved into your first apartment together, but you know your future is with Chan, and that’s really all that matters.

Besides, you enjoy the warm, fuzzy feeling you get every time you think about reaching more of these little life milestones with him.

Beaming at your words, he leans his head on your shoulder with a hum. “That sounds nice,” he murmurs, voice wistful, “we’ll work our way up.”

“We’ll work our way up,” you echo, your hand finding his again. “Together.”

There’s a twinkle in his eyes when he pulls away to look at you, nothing but pure adoration swirling in his irises as his gaze flits down to your lips. You meet him halfway, closing the distance between you for what you think will be a sweet peck, but your heart quite nearly leaps out of your chest when he wraps an arm around you to hold you close. His tongue swipes across your lower lip.

“Chan! We’re in public!” you hiss, pulling back as your cheeks prickle with heat.

He blinks innocently, fighting the grin that’s making its way onto his face. “What? I can’t kiss you in public now?”

Stop pouting at me, that’s not fair. “Y-You can, but not like that…”

“Like what?”

You hop off the couch with a huff. “You’re impossible.”

It only takes him less than three seconds to catch up to you. “Impossibly charming, you meant,” Chan corrects, reaching down to hold your hand.

Well, he’s not wrong.

a/n: i love my loser 😞

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[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Hmm, I've been thinking about MC who can knit/crochet.

I thought this up with specifically Asra in mind since we know he can knit as well. Maybe on lazy days they both lounge around and make silly clothes for Faust (and maybe matching lovers bracelets?). I also think they get really unique yarn textures/colors on their trips, cant wait to come back home and brainstorm what to make with them(Fausts wardrobe never runs out. she's a fashionesta, all the others snakes stare in envy!)

Though I can also see MC knitting tiny hats and socks for Malak, and maybe a human sized version for Julian so they can match. julian insists MC make one for themselves as well so they can all match together. (I see him as an enjoyer of cheesy matching couples outfits, if MC makes one with an inside joke/romantic phrase on the shirt, he will not take it off until its basically a part of his skin)

Or maybe crocheting an elegant lacy sash for Nadias lovely owl (I'm sorry I forgot the name😭), and I think if MC made a similar one for Nadia she would not pass an opportunity to wear it, she styles it beautifully with casual outdoorsy clothes. (She was debating wearing it to a formal meeting with other world leaders, it so pretty she can't help it!)

And making tiny sweaters for Pepi? Portias in love. I think she would either 1)also know how to knit 2)make MC teach her how to so she can reciprocate the love by also making MC sweaters. They all end up warm and fuzzy at the end of the day. (Definitely makes MC and Pepi have a photo shoot/painting shoot?? Something to eternalise the memory basically)

And also, knitting a matching set of cowls for Innana and Muriel to fight off the cold in the forest, it's easily his favourite thing to wear, if it get caught on a brach and tears, or Innana accidentally claws through it he will be eternally guilty, even if MC reassures him that they can just mend it or make a new one. (Would also love if MC made little sacks for his herbs and protection charms)

And I can see Lucio clipping little crocheted charms on his gold arm, what do you mean? it cute and his MC made it for him of course he's wearing it! Also asks (forces) MC to buy neon red yarn so they HAVE to crochet stuff for him. (He went in public one day with little frogs and ladybugs and ducks dangling from his arm, got many stares, refused to give one of them to a child who then started crying, it was a whole thing, im not sure how he would feel if MC made a goat charm though)

Expand/add onto these if you want (i would like to know your opinion about the goat charm thing) , thought they were too sweet not to share, also had to get them outta my system😅, I love your content (just as much as Julian loves the sweater) sorry this is a long one and i hope you have a nice day<3

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Hello, snek friend!

Don't apologize for the long message, these ideas are all lovely! I can definitely see Faust and Malak flaunting their outfits whenever they can wear them. You already know Asra would set up a catwalk (or should I say snekslither?) for Faust to model her looks.

Careful with Julian though! He's better with his hands than he lets on, if you give him a crash course he might get even better than you are and start showering you with odd little crocheted inventions.

I expect Mercedes and Melchior would be better off if MC finds a nice, tough twine to make chew toys with XD

And oh goodness, you already know in Muriel's route how long he wore the scarf MC got him at the marketplace, if it was homemade he'd store them on the mantle with his tapestries.

Both Portia and Nadia would definitely find a book of patterns and gift it to you to help you explore new ideas! The difference is that Nadia would shower you with supplies, while Portia would challenge herself to master every pattern you can. ^.^

As for the goat charm, oh dear. He'll wear it because you made it but he'll clip it somewhere less noticeable XD

Thanks for sharing these wonderful ideas with me! They're so fluffy it makes me wanna melt :)

Cheers!

- brainrot

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[cosmicoceanfic]

(happy birthday, @emeraldcas!)

Sam is just standing there, laughing, like the motherfucking asshole that he is.

Dean glowers up at him. It’s not an impressive glower right now, he knows, which just makes him glower harder. Cas is presumably also glowering at diminished capacity.

“I fail to see the humor inherent in the situation, Sam,” Cas snaps, voice unchanged, which he guesses is something.

“Yeah,” Sam wheezes, leaning heavily on the table in the war room. “I bet you do.”

“Are you just gonna stand there and laugh at us or are you gonna fucking do something about it?” Dean demands, voice getting a little Kermit-y at the end there.

“I think,” Sam manages. “I’m just gonna stand here and laugh at you.”

Dean contemplates wrapping soft, felted hands around Sam’s throat. He wonders if Cas still has smiting capabilities. Cas should absolutely smite Sam. Just jump on his big dumb head and burn his big dumb brain out.

“We can’t stay this way forever, Sam,” Cas says irritably.

“What’s all the-“ Jack stands in the doorway, blinking, still disheveled from sleep. “Oh.”

“Hello, Jack,” Cas says wearily.

“Hi, Castiel.” Jack looks at Sam. “Why are they Muppets?”

Sam, who had managed to get himself under some semblance of control, starts giggling again.

“We don’t know,” Cas answers at the same time Dean snaps “Jesus Christ, Sammy, pull yourself together.”

Sam, wiping tears from his eyes, turns to Jack. “No, I don’t know what happened to Bunsen and Beaker over here.”

“What are we supposed to do when we have to eat?” Dean pesters, because on the whole, he’s feeling pretty pestery. “Or when I need to take a piss?”

“I don’t think Muppets have digestive systems,” Jack says.

“Or dicks,” Sam adds.

Dean states at him, appalled. “Everything you two just said sucks, dude.”

“Sam,” Cas says, in his best I Am Being Patient With You Because I Am An Angel of the Lord and You Are Beneath Me tone, which normally Dean hates, but is honestly feeling pretty good about right now. “Dean and I cannot leave the Bunker. Something must be done.”

Jack kneels in front of them, peering at them. “Your eyes are very green,” he tells Dean. “Like a football field. It’s disconcerting.”

Dean closes his eyes. “Thanks, kid.”

“I bet you’re made of really shitty felt,” Sam says. “Like bargain bin at the Dollar Store felt.”

“Sam, I am gonna punch you in the motherfucking testicles.” Muppet height is pretty good dick punching height.

“Go ahead. It’s probably about as bad as me walking through long grass.”

Jack looks up at Sam. “Actually, Miss Piggy always has some force when she attacks somebody. You should be careful.”

“Thanks, kid,” Dean repeats, more earnest this time.

Sam scoffs. “Dean wishes he was Miss Peggy. He’s not even fucking Scooter.”

“I think you two have a Statler and Waldorf kind of charm to you,” Jack tells them loyally.

“Thank you, Jack,” Cas answers, even though Dean’s not entirely sure he understands the reference.

Sam heaves a big sigh. “Okay. I’m gonna call Rowena-“

“Do not call Rowena,” Cas and Dean both say in haunting unison.

“Do you have a better idea?” They sullenly say nothing. “Okay. I’m gonna call Rowena. Jack, you should go back to bed, get some sleep.”

“I think I’m gonna make a sandwich, actually.” Jack fondly pats the top of their heads, and Dean resists the urge to bite him with the teeth he doesn’t have. “I’ll be back!”

Sam smiles at them, extremely smugly and extremely shitty. “Hang tight, Bert and Ernie.”

The two of them leave before Dean can actually punch him in the balls. Dean sits heavily on the floor and after a moment Cas joins him. He looks mournfully at his soft, vaguely fuzzy hands.

“Didn’t you once tell me that Bert and Ernie were the homosexual Muppets?” Cas asks.

Dean puts his head in his hands. “The second we’re people shaped again, I’m throwing Sam off a bridge.”

“Mm. I will assist.”

“…thanks, Cas.”

“You’re welcome, Dean.”

#spn #ocean’s fic #i exclusively used the triumverate of gay muppet couples to describe them on purpose #ocean speaks #emeraldcas30

[slashingdisneypasta]

Been nursing an Inkubus scenario a chunk of the day SO decided to slide it your way 😎 (apologies in advanced if it comes out jumbled and nonsensical 🙏🏻)

So the basic premise is that Ink has been pursuing Y/N for a little while but they haven't entirely budged on the idea of going out with him for one reason or another (gosh I wonder why)

Of course, persistent bastard that he is, Inkubus has not given up on his quest. So one time when he and Y/N run into each other, he's really laying on the charm, saying how he promises to make sure Y/N has a great time, etc etc.

At this point, figure he's holding eye contact with Y/N, maybe even adds the sly move of stroking his thumb along their cheek or chin.

Of course his magic would be aiding in the obvious tension in the air, and perhaps this time around, Y/N is caught a little off guard with things and falters just a little bit.

And of course by "falters", I mean that the tension and everything get the best of Y/N for just a few minutes, and they lean towards Inkubus almost as if they're about to kiss him....

And then they snap back to reality and come back to their senses, give him a quick shove away and then quickly run off 😂

Inkubus did not win this time around.

THIS MADE ME COMBUST.

First of all though- I love your use of the word 'quest' XDD Inkubus do I look like a holy grail, to you?-

Also 'run into each other'. Montana we both know if it involved Inkubus it was most certainly NOT a coincidence XDD But oh lord that man would tooootally go oh Y/N! fancy seeing you here... on your street... truly, a pleasant surprise. Or fate? Hm?

So- how was your doctors appointment? Did Dr Sherman have good news?

And you're just standing there like =_= how did you get my medical records

SECOND OF ALL!- I had to write you a little something for this amazing idea, of my lord. I hope you like this and it helps with your period! ^^

The middle of the street is a precarious place to stand, even in the middle of the night when their aren't any cars around, but right now under the street lamp with mere inches between you and this demon- you almost feel comfortable.

Which is completely insane, but somehow he always makes you feel Like That. How?? You don't know. He has a cheeky, manipulative Quality. Or evil magic. Either way-

And has this man gotten even more charming?? Has he gotten even more handsome?? Or is it that look in his eye right now? Like you're exactly what he wants. All that he wants. And he'll try everything he can think of to get you- and he can think of a lot. He's very old, and very clever, and his moral code is... 'relaxed'.

Not that he's been sinister with you so far- no, instead he's been completely honest as well as devilishly endearing and, at times, funny.

So far though, up until this moment at least with his heated devils-eyes locked on yours and his hand on your face, his thumb on your lip and a smirk on his, you've managed to resist. Sure, there has been a definite part of you that wanted him, but he's evil. And getting mixed up with him, Inkubus, could only mean trouble.

"I promise, dear, I swear to you; If you'd only let me, I would show you an evening wilder then your dizziest daydreams, hm? I'll take you anywhere. I'll get you anything. All I ask for, is your lovely company. Don't worry, I wont take you for too long... couple of hours... " He shrugs, a glimmer of mischief apparent as his grin widens. "Well, unless you ask, to stay."

... But god right now your legs feel weak, as your fingers clutch at his coat. Your head feels fuzzy staring back at him, listening to him. And your body feels burning hot like you're wearing way too many clothes-

Parting your lips and dampening them with your tongue, you attempt to say something. Reject him once again, maybe. "Uh... I... " But nothing comes out. Instead you only find yourself sneaking the tiniest bit closer to him, taking a deep breath. Your eyelids are falling almost-closed, and you can feel his breath on your lips, and- "... well... " ... maybe... maybe... just an hour couldn't hur-

Just as soon as you see the glimmer of mischief turn into a forest fire, you come to your senses. Wait!-

"Hold on- Absolutely not!" You exclaim, pushing Inkubus off you; Face burning hot still, heart beating rapidly still, but otherwise coming to your senses. Oh god oh god that was close!- "Hey! Don't use your pwers against me like that!"

Inkubus is smirking fully now, frustratingly amused as he raises his hands on either side of his head. "I'm afraid I didn't do anything, then, my dear~ That was our pure natural chemistry- mostly. Hm, and you were so convinced we didn't have any of that, huh~... Interesting, don't you think?... "

... You refuse. No. You refuse!! to believe it. He has to be messing with you. He must have used some kind of aphrodisiac spell. Instead of arguing, though, because just looking at him is putting you at risk of losing your senses all over again even now, you turn on your heel and start once again down the street towards your house. "Nope. No- N-Bye!"

His voice is full of smugness. "You cant hide from this, Y/N~ "

Let me try! "Yes I can!!" You call back, crossing your arms, trying desperately to push the idea of kissing that demon out of your head.

#Inkubus x Reader #Inkubus x Reader Excerpt #Inkubus

[certifiedjaeger]

Hey annie ! Congrats on 800 you deserve it !!💖 Your blog is one of the best ones that I'm always happy to see on my dash !!! For the event 123 and Gojo!! Enjoy your day/night!

♡ certifiedjaeger’s 800 event ♡

Character: Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

Prompt: “Fuck you.” - “When?”

Word Count: 1.5K+

A/N: Thank you so much!!! <3 you're so sweet 🥺 I hope you like this!! Gojo's so annoying I love him and I need him, thank u

Event Masterlist

Insufferable. That was the word to describe him. Yes, that was the only word to describe him.

And yet, here you were, trying to stop the smile that had begun creeping onto your face. Trying desperately to ignore the feelings bubbling up inside of you that suggested you may not entirely mind how annoying the man could be. That you might actually find him to be a bit… endearing. Utter betrayal, you think, feeling the corners of your mouth lift into a small smile. He was insufferable, so why would your body–both heart and smile–betray you like this now?

“You know, I don’t believe you answered my question–”

“No, I’m not in a relationship, Gojo,” you huff, feeling your cheeks warm. “And you know that,” you can’t help the eyeroll that accompanies your harsh tone.

You aren’t stupid. You know exactly what he was trying to do and exactly what kind of game he was playing. That’s Satoru Gojo for you; charming as ever with his handsome smile and carefree ways. Ever since you came to Jujutsu High to teach alongside him, he’s just loved pressing your buttons, every single one of them as he continuously teased and taunted his ‘favorite little teacher’. The way that you’d get all riled up from his antics and the way that your brows would furrow, growing increasingly flustered from his more than amusing ways, well that… that just made him all warm and fuzzy inside. He swears no one’s ever looked so cute while mad; something he often reminds you of, much to your dismay. It usually results in you becoming even more flustered and angry, which then–in his eyes–makes you even more cute, and ultimately, makes that warm feeling in his chest even worse. It was a vicious cycle, he knew; one that he loved being a part of.

You, on the other hand, however, have always claimed that you hated it. Except… you knew that to not exactly be true, didn’t you? Yes, he’s annoying. Yes, he gets under your skin all the time. But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t fond of the platinum-haired giant of a man. You hadn’t exactly planned for all of this to happen, nor were you prepared to act on your feelings. But he was just so damn persistent; always doing his best to get a reaction out of you, to get a smile out of you. You had to admit, it was getting harder and harder to not give in. Even more so now as you stand here–at the joint party being held for both the Tokyo and Kyoto schools–with the world’s strongest sorcerer nearly pinning you against the bartop, staring down at you through crystal blue eyes and hoping more than anything to simply get a rise out of you; maybe even a smile if he’s lucky. And yes, here you were… liking it. Really liking it, if you may add. Not that he needed to know that, of course.

“Well, if you’re not already taken, then there’s got to be something wrong with you,” he claims casually. His expression, you think, would be fairly nonchalant if it weren’t for the small playful smile taunting you. “Someone as good-looking as you being single just doesn’t make sense… So, what is it, then? What’s wrong with you?”

“Leave me alone,” you roll your eyes, trying your best to hide the corners of your mouth lifting into a smile at his compliment wedged between insults.

“You and I both know you don’t want that,” he whispers, leaning in a bit closer to you. You can smell his cologne as he closes a bit of the distance between you two, placing his arm on the bartop behind you as he gazes down at you now with a somewhat more serious expression. Your breath hitches in your throat at the one simple, undeniable fact that… he’s right– You don’t want that. But you also won’t give in so easily to him.

“Fuck off,” you chuckle softly, looking away from his intense gaze as you feel your cheeks warm once again. There being no malice in your voice–no seriousness to your words at all–only seems to encourage him further.

“Hey! Language, miss. I’m honestly disappointed,” he mocks playfully, shaking his head with feigned disappointment. “You know, there are children here,” he teasingly scolds, looking a bit all too pleased with himself as he gestures to the young sorcerers on the other side of the busy, dim-lit room. “Have you always had such a vulgar vocabulary?”

“Fuck you.”

It’s said with a smile, however. A small lighthearted smile that makes his heart beat rapidly in his chest. He must be an idiot in love, he thinks to himself. To have the girl he’s crazy about tell him that, only to then have his heart respond like that… Yeah… He knows he’s definitely in love. And that he’d do anything–anything at all–to be the reason for that smile again; yes, even if it means having to be wounded by your insults in the process. So yes, he’ll continue trying to get a rise out of you–the girl who looks most beautiful when irritated by him–and he’ll do his best to make sure that he leaves a lasting impression on you so that maybe, just maybe, he’ll cross your mind later.

“Okay… when?”

…

“Wh-what?”

“Hey, you’re the one who said it! I’m just trying to manage my schedule, that’s all,” his voice drawls slowly as a small smirk adorns his lips.

“That– That’s not what I meant!” you whisper in a rather loud voice, lightly smacking his arm.

He was always so quick to catch you off guard. And you normally were pretty adept at handling it. However, this time not so much… You could feel the warmth creeping into your cheeks from his words and what they were… alluding to. Not that you hadn’t exactly thought about it before… Because you definitely had and you’d definitely be lying if you claimed otherwise. But again, he did not need to know such things. God, you could only imagine how smug he’d look if he knew…

“Oh, well, good! I also thought that sounded pretty presumptuous of you. So, I’m glad we’re on the same page,” he offers a bright smile, enjoying the incredulous look on your face.

“But you literally just said–”

“Listen, pretty girl. You can’t sleep with me–I don’t give it up that easy–but how about a date first? I’m afraid you can’t have me just yet, but will that satiate that wild hunger of yours?” He’s toying with you; licking his bottom lip with amusement as he enjoys the bewildered sight of you just a bit too much.

You honestly can’t believe him though– The nerve. Nobody that has existed on this planet has ever been more insufferable than Satoru Gojo. You know he’s just messing with you, just wanting to get a rise out of you, and yet, you’re still flustered. You’re still at a loss of words. Lucky for you, however, you notice a familiar raven-haired boy begin to make his way toward the both of you.

“Gojo, you are a menace,” you whisper harshly, trying to keep your voice down so as not to startle the boy walking up.

“Oh, c’mon! Tell me how you really feel,” his crystal eyes twinkle–playful as ever–as the bright smile he offers you falters slightly as Megumi stops before both of you.

“Are you bothering the new teacher again?”

Such a sweet boy, you think to yourself. He had spent so much time with Gojo over the years that he definitely knew how irritating he could be, which is why he had thought you may need saving. As flustered as you were, though, no saving was needed– but you still thought it to be a sweet gesture. What you do love, however, is the feigned look of hurt and shock that adorns Gojo’s face at his student’s accusation. It was cute– To see him riled up like that. It was really cute… Huh, maybe you were beginning to understand why Gojo liked to tease you so much.

“She’s been here four months already, she’s hardly new. Plus, she’s the one pestering me about… certain things. So really it’s her that you should be scolding.”

It seems that it was now your turn to feign a shocked expression. Although, somehow your amused smile seemed to still find a way to shine through.

“You,” you point a finger at his chest. His chest that… was firm and broad… and felt… nice. You swallow a shaky breath trying to stay on track and trying to keep your composure at how attracted you were to him in that moment, but something tells you that he notices. Something about his smile tells you that he definitely notices. “You are a liar.”

“Is that so?” His voice drops to a whisper as he leans in closer; the both of you giving the other a small, sly smile, knowing exactly what you two were doing to each other. “I wasn’t lying about that date, you know… So, how about it, huh?”

“In your dreams,” you whisper back playfully, loving this game of cat and mouse you two were engaging in as the both of you essentially ignore Megumi’s poor attempts at backing out of the conversation.

“Oh, so you do know what I dream about, then?” He leans in even a bit closer, a smug look adorning his face as his alluring cologne hits you once again.

“Should I, uh… go?” The poor boy standing beside you two suddenly looks very awkward as he witnesses… whatever the hell is going on between his teachers. He decides at that moment that coming over here was definitely a poor decision on his end.

You figure it’s time to stop traumatizing the younger sorcerer through the visual of his mentor trying to flirt with his other teacher. No one deserves to see that. After all, you weren’t trying to scar the poor boy for life.

“Don’t worry, I was just leaving,” you turn to the younger boy. “Please smack some sense into this one, will you?” You softly laugh at his nod which silently tells you that he’d be more than happy to do that for you. You turn slightly to the taller gentleman and give Gojo one last smile; a playful expression overtaking your face as you give him a small wink before then excusing yourself.

“Ah, one day,” Gojo sighs, placing an arm around Megumi’s shoulders while the taller sorcerer watches you walk away. “One day she won’t look so annoyed when I speak to her. And one day, maybe I’ll actually put a couple of smiles on that pretty face of hers.”

“She was smiling, idiot,” Megumi says in a deadpanned tone, not having the patience anymore for his dumb, lovestruck teacher.

“She was, wasn’t she?” Gojo can’t help the lovesick look on his face as his mind replays your witty banter and adorable smile in his head. Yes, one day, he swears it… One day he’ll be responsible for many of your smiles.

#satoru gojo #gojo saturo #satoru gojo imagine #satoru gojo oneshot #satoru gojo jjk #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo fic #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x y/n #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo fluff #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #my writing #banannie's 800 event <3

[adorablemaneater]

mystical coquette bedroom:

personally my primary goals when I decorate a space is 1. am I going to feel relaxed and cozy and 2. how do I make this evoke such a specific look tht it looks like a movie set and I think this style reflects that hehe.

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a lot of small details look good with this style of room imo, lots of trinkets, little antiques, candles, bowls, shells and crystals, photos on the wall, jewelry, mementos from your love, flower garlands... basically more is more, if it means something to you, or just makes you happy to look at, decorate with it! this style is eclectic. the main idea is to make it look sort of ethereal, keeping a balance between something very lush and cozy, like where a fairy, vampire or mermaid would live, and something girlish. mystical coquette works great with both light and dark colour palettes, but personally I like mixing the two to add some contrast. add warmth with candle light, fairy or flower lights, large floral prints in warm colours, velvet sheets, fuzzy or textured rugs and pillows, frills and other large details, and add some girlish charm with stars + moon decore, heart shaped items, seashells, photos of you and your friends, a vase of flowers, display your lipsticks or perfumes on a cute tray, a bed canopy, jars of crystals or flower petals, stickers or anything glittery, personal details like paying an homage to your star sign or favorite movie r great ones 2! again the whole vibe is sort of eclectic and like a big mix of things so the best way to get that is just by adding a bunch of things you already like together.

~ love pixie <3

#coquette #coquette community #mystical coquette

[home-from-hogwarts]

Book Recommendations for Gryffindor

I'm just making these for fun! I'm looking for adventure books, or stories with a high emphasis on courage/chivalry/honor.

Nonfiction/Memoir:

Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand. The story of Louis Zamperini, who was an Olympic runner prior to WWII. He was later drafted and survived both being on a raft for over 40 days at sea, and then being held in horrible conditions by the Japanese as a prisoner of war. In light of Gryffindor specifically- his childhood antics and pranks are hilarious, and might remind you a bit of Fred and George. But more than that, he showed incredible bravery throughout the course of world war two.

Hons and Rebels by Jessica Mitford. I actually read this because JK Rowling said it was one of her favorite books! She's a socialite who rejected her (largely fascist) family in favor of communist politics, and ran away to marry her second cousin Esmond Romilly- who had himself left the family to join the Spanish Civil War. Basically everything about this book is hilarious, and I've read it multiple times. Bits of it will make you cringe, but it's absolutely worthwhile. After the book ends Jessica became a muckraker and worked in a civil rights organization. The story of a socialite running away and standing up against fascism (while at the same time being a bit young and immature) might remind you of Sirius Black, ngl.

Born a Crime by Trevor Noah. Being real... it's his mother's story, almost more than his. But she's definitely a woman to admire in my book! The book follows Trevor's life growing up as a mixed-race child under apartheid, as well as living in the shadow of an abusive stepfather. It's written in a very episodic way, and things aren't necessarily recounted consecutively. As you'd expect from a comedian, it's written in a very humorous and exaggerated way.

Warriors Don't Cry by Melba Pattillo Beals. She was one of the Little Rock Nine, and her endurance during her years at Central High is amazing. I think on a conceptual level I understood the facts of what had happened before reading this, but I never really imagined what it would be like to sacrifice your high school years (and what should have been a happy time of your life!) to a cause greater than yourself like this. Her classmates treated her horribly, and reading this book makes you admire the entire group's commitment.

Fiction- Classic Lit + Modern:

Robin Hood by Roger Lancelyn Green. Ok, the book was targeted at kids... But the charm of it is really in how old-fashioned the writing and sentiments are. It has a lot of emphasis on chivalry and courage, and both Robin Hood and Marian are the types of "paragon" characters who give you warm fuzzies to read about. Maybe try the Howard Pyle version if you want something that feels a little more adult- I've only read the L. Green edition, so that's what I'm recommending. (I'll add on that if you like this to try reading a version of King Arthur- it's the same Gryffindor feeling with its emphasis on chivalry and honor. I didn't want to recommend it because I haven't read it all the way through since middle school!).

The Scarlet Pimpernel by Baroness Orczy. Full disclosure- this is the only book in this list that I haven't finished. I'm reading it rn and I'm only a few chapters in, but I love it! This introduced the idea of a "masked hero" to literature, and the vibe of it- rebelling to stand up for the lives of other people- is very Gryffindor.

The Martian by Andy Weir. Wonderful story about an astronaut who gets left alone on Mars, and uses his ingenuity to survive. It could be a Ravenclaw book for that reason, but I think that the adventurous feeling will probably appeal most to Gryffindor type personalities.

The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton. I read this a few years ago, but I read it in just one day (which is a high recommendation!). The main theme is basically the intense rivalry between the greasers and the socs, and the fallout as a result of it. If I remember correctly the boys in it were all very loyal to each other, and I think the drama in it will probably appeal to those in Gryffindor house. You'll also understand this reference: "stay gold!"

Bonus: Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. Included for three reasons- a) another of JKR's favorite authors is apparently Jane Austen, b) the romance kind of reminds me of Jily, and c) Elizabeth is definitely a Gryffindor. I think this manifests mainly in her clear self-respect, particularly her commitment to only marrying for love even in the face of potential poverty. She doesn't try to be something she's not. This is a "bonus" because Jane Austen's subtle wit means that it could very easily be a Ravenclaw book.

#harry potter #book recommendations #gryffindor #bookblr #Hogwarts houses #hogwarts #classic literature #books #memoirs #fiction #novels #book recs #book recs by Hogwarts house #part 1/4

[velvetineblue]

Getting Taiyang a birthday present has always been a struggle over the years. It’s weird because Mana never had too much trouble with thinking of something ( sans the time she actually got him War & Peace as a present- it was a joke she said, before presenting him his actual present ) so one might think her influence would rub off on Calum. 

It hasn’t, but Calum did figure out what to get Taiyang for his birthday!

“This from Sol,” he says, handing Taiyang a roll of paper tied with a blue-green ribbon. “They worked on it for the last week.” Which, for a child is a very long time.

And then Calum hands him box with a piano wire bracelet with a silver charm of a tremble clef attached. That and there's an accompanying plate of cookies beneath because he’s assuming Taiyang is also hungry… “Try not to wear it in the water.” Calum adds hastily. “…I don’t think it’s waterproof.”

( HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SHARK BOI :DDDDD winter you'll be getting a few more asks from me :3 )

birthdays are a strange thing. he's caught between delight and embarrassment— embarrassment for what, he doesn't quite know; like it's an embarrassment, an inconvenience to be born. taking up so much space in a room, and in the minds of others, for a day— it's nice . . . but that same heightened significance feels a little selfish... and unfamiliar. in his childhood home, his birthdays had gradually become no big affair, but Taiyang had learned not to mind it. even to prefer it that way. because what was worse: a quiet day with a cake and a few presents, or a birthday 'party', where his friends and classmates were exposed to the sad state of affairs that was his home life? ( the memories of his father, drunk as usual, blustering around the room, telling his stupid stories to a chorus of laughs— but hovering only one escalation away from erupting the gathering into chaos? ) NO THANKS. no, he'd learned not to ask for much: if you want for nothing, then the heavy weight of disappointment could not drop down on you, like a cartoon anvil from the sky, squishing coyotes underneath it . . .

but perhaps that's why his eyes light up at the simplest thing: a rolled-up piece of paper with the crayon markings of a child. or marker, or maybe watercolor paint— whatever Sol had deemed an appropriate artistic rendering for his birthday, it would be cherished more than the most expensive gallery art piece could ever be. looking it over with the biggest grin, he can't help but laugh at the innocent imagination of the kid, put to paper. " I'm so keeping this. Sol's gonna have to look at it when they're like 15 years old, and they think it's embarrassing as hell— I don't care. it's staying on the fridge forever. " but what was 'forever' to a child, anyway? a week probably felt like a lifetime in their little hands, which made the artwork that much more precious. smile beaming, he settles for words of gratitude more within the understanding of a child: " tell Sol I love it. " Taiyang would, too, next time he sees them.

already giddy from the cute gift, he blinks in surprise when there's a box, too. ( the cookies, well, he kind of eagerly anticipated: Calum seemed like the homemade-gift type to him, and Calum knew how much Tai loved his homemade baking . . . in all the time he'd known him, Calum had probably picked up on what Tai's favorite recipes were, too; and one glance at the plates content confirmed his suspicion. if it weren't for the surprise third gift, he would have grabbed and teared into a cookie already— )

but instead, he takes the box gingerly, giving it a slight shake. ( not the best idea— what if it was something fragile? ) " is this jewelry? " a faux thoughtful look is given towards his friend; " are you proposing to me, Calum Reynolds? finally; it's about time... " jokes aside, he unwraps the item, delicate silver glinting into his eyes. as the pretty piece of jewelry unravels, he feels the warm, fuzzy static of nostalgia in his belly . . . it invokes visions of his grandmother, setting him on her lap, his little toddler feet dangling... a happy jazz-piano song filtering through the house on a summer day, white window curtains flapping gently in the warm breeze... his mom and grandmom laughing in the kitchen over the sink. it's like, all the happy memories of his childhood mixed with the slight sadness that it's gone. . . but more than anything, it's the feeling of family. Calum's voice breaks him out the momentary reverie. Tai looks up at him, and sees family. family in the flesh, standing right in front of him; not drifting through his memories. that's Calum... he registers his words slowly. " right... yeah. I won't, " he confirms, seeming a little distracted— ( but in a good way. there's a lump in his throat. ) he's not really much of a huggy person, with most people, but . . . Calum is family. so, he's gathered into a bear-hug, with an appreciative pat to his back. " thanks. for everything. " and he doesn't just mean the gifts. when he pulls back, he attaches the bracelet around his wrist, looking down with a smile. " hey, do you even like piano ... ? I should play something for you sometime— if you do. "

#SORRY I'M SO LATE TO GET TO THESE i think its bc tai-muse feels weird & awkward abt birthdays so he's like ummmmmmMMMMmmasjjaj #buT I'M GETTIN THRU THEM && also he wuvs calum sm #calum you are his BRO in every sense of the word; the u w u 's are overflowing for calum #asjajja #tenderpulsive

[itfitsitshipsart]

In celebration of your new book boyfriend, I have arrived with ask game questions hehe 😉

🌍Adventurecore🌎 , 🖕Bastardcore🖕 , 😱Expressionism😱 , 💾Internet Academia💾 , and 🚎Joyride🚎 for Grimoire Weiss please!!

( @pixelselfships )

^^ wonderful!~ let's get to it then!

🌍Adventurecore🌎 ~ If you could take your F/O anywhere in real life, where would you take them?

Am I allowed to say the bath? Cause I live dangerously and like to read books in the tub. XD that aside though, really there's nowhere in particular I'd want to take him, instead just wanting to take him everywhere my family vacations at. He can talk to me so I dont get carsick trying to read, and he's very smart so any rocks I find hiking or interesting flora and fauna he could probably identify.

🖕Bastardcore🖕 ~ Are there any “flaws” of your F/O that you find endearing?

oh, this book is flawed, please don't bonk me on the head with your spine, Weiss, and don't deny it, and I love it. So first off is just how arrogant and haughty he is, it's amazing just how much more superior he thinks he is to all humans. He also cannot shut up to save his life. He's always got something to say or a comment to make. It all adds to his charm though.

😱Expressionism😱 ~ Describe to us exactly how your F/O makes you feel! Or, for a twist, describe how you make your F/O feel! Or do both!

Confused? Warm and fuzzy? Complex feelings, that's for sure XD He makes me wanna hug and hold him, and feel his pages and smell that old book smell, but he also makes me feel confused just cause... he's a book. Not soft and fleshy, but a rectangle.

As for how I make him feel, sometimes exasperated XD thanks to my antics and bad humor and clinginess. But he also feels needed and wanted, and listened to, and sometimes respected. He would consider that he feels loved. Overall, not feelings he hates, and when I'm not around, feelings he kinda longs for again.

💾Internet Academia💾 ~ How did you discover your F/O or their source?

Alright, so a few years back my brother and I played Nier Automata and loved it, so we were excited with Relpicant coming out. But... we're also cheapskates with WAY too many games in our backlog to play, so the game came out and we waited until recently to buy it, and began playing just last weekend.

When we first met Weiss and heard his voice, my brother and I almost screamed. Mainly cause the VA is a voice we very easily recognize, and immediately we thought of Cumore (yes, Cumore from Vesperia. Mr. Pink Nut cup -_-' ). With that voice and him claiming we NEEDED him, I (cause I was playing at that time) refused to have him help. I was like "no way, that book cannot be trusted!" until we saw the game would not continue until we accepted his help.

Thank goodness our hand was forced! Cause we quickly realized he was a delightful and funny old book, and apparently attractive to me.

🚎Joyride🚎 ~ How would a road trip with your F/O, friends/associates, and you go?

If it's with my IRL friends (in which my first thought is friends from college) Imma have to keep one friend in particular from throwing hands with Weiss. Other than that it would all be good.

If it's me with Weiss's friends... maybe awkward. Kaine wouldn't let us live it down, they'd start arguing, I don't think I'd even get to spend much time with Weiss. Guess that's bonding time with Emil then!

#answered ask #answered asks #book's lover ✨✒

[kakujis]

that's true and that is the first time i've ever seen that in an otome game. i want to replay it again but when my memory become more fuzzy about the demo. it seem like the origins route make a specific change on one character then. tbh, it's a bit hard to imagine leander route with a horror twist esp if you get a bad ending.

do you mean their tumblr blog (?) if that's the case, there is more beind leander than meet the eye. any theories about him? i agreed, mhin's hair is something else and he's the only character with a beauty mark. that's true, leander seem to be prince charming irl.

ah yh, you would need some determination to deal with vere and you can't be short fuse otherwise he would win too many times lol. but i do wonder if his background will be a bit like beauty and the beast where he got cursed forever (he might had been a human before) for doing something awful.

her eyes are the perfect finishing touch! there's a saying that the eyes are windows to the soul and that perfectly describe sen. i feel like the studio paid extra attention to vere and ais introduction CG too. is vere your no.2 then?

i've agreed that ais is the buffest among them lol. honestly, from that scene, there is a little bit of a sign that ais might be able to turn into a yandere and i can def see that happening in his bad end.

well, ais can relate to the most to the mc because he is cursed and leander is the only one that can touch her so there's a big chance that might be either one of them. the only thing with leander, his one might be too much of a happy ending which would not fit the themes of the game so i feel like ais would be the winner.

leander is def the one that show the most emotions, his blushing and shy sprites lol. well, elyon seem to be rich in the game so he might be very selective and def condescending and i def feel like he will be one of those the rules are different depending on the person that he meet and i hate that shitty behaviour ;-;

that's cool! thanks, i might make some last minute add-on towards the end of the campaign. i also think it depends your merchandise contents too? like the standees would def need to be pack more securely so shipping likely to cost more and def where you live.

i checked the kickstarter page again and they added more goals between the animated opening and elyon being unlocked. it's the studio first game so it look like they want to add as much as they can to gain a fanbase for other potential future games.

i'm sorry but what's a dakimura? there was a tier where the pledger would be able to test run the game and give feedback to the developers but it's already sold out (must been one?) and it was at least 1k or more.

HAI NONNIE sorry im a cpl days late!! i wanted to answer on my computer!! also same! but i do like the mystery behind leander, they're all mysterious, but he seems like he's almost too good to be true you know? also yes their tumblr blog!!! i check it every so often and even have the character pages saved to reference from time to time!!!

as for vere, maybe! but i do remember the game hinting that both ais and vere came from the fog when it took over? at least that's what mhin implies! what i'm curious about is how he got to be chained by the senobium!! aaa ik this stuff will probs b answered in the full game release im just soo impatient. vere isn't my number 2 hehe, it's mhin! but based off my original ranking i was and still am suuper attracted to vere, he's soo pretty ugh. <333 i have tons of headcanons and stuffs i wanna post about touchstarved i just need to find the time to do it LOL. wbu? who do u like? (mb if u've already told me i hav such bad memory eeep!)

YES TOTES AGREE ON SEN! i genuinely love her chara design sm im salivating whenever i see her ehhehe. i really want another fem!LI but i'm happy we at least got sen! YANDERE AIS YANDERE AIS YANDERE AIS IM GONNA PASS TF OUT JKASFKJNDSFKLNSDKLFJSD <333 UR SO RIGHT OMFG... yew know, leander also gives me BIG yan vibes ngl. like i could totes see it with him as well!! especially with his whole "hates being ignored" bit.

ngl i really wanna see more of kuras, i'm kinda struggling to grasp his character. but i do need to play the other origins as well sooo. oh n before i furget, mhin uses they/them pronouns ^^

i too hate that type of behavior so i hope elyon isn't like that. but if he is i'll hope it's at least written well. there's some tropes i dislike but are written so well i can't get mad! also oo lemme know what u choose!! tbh i'm talking myself out of getting anymore merch HAHAHA even tho i really want it. did u see we're getting sen & elyon physical merch too?? UGHH SO EXCITING!!!

also a dakimura is basically a body pillow cover! i'm only posting this to flex the one i got cus i love this chara, but this is mine! also isaw!!! god id love to pledge that much money but daaang to anyone who can!

#EEE SORRY AGAIN FOR THE LATE RESPONSEEEE i wanted to do smol text so i dont suddenlyhave an essay written ehe #pibby ♡ is typing…

[sourcemates-finder]

Name of the headmate whom this call is for: Achilles (Technoblade)

Introject type: fictive

Source(s): DSMP

Sourcemate(s) you are calling for: Other members of SBI, mostly Phil out of them. Uh...Niki, Eret, and Ranboo too. Mumza is also able to reach out.

Relation(s) to the sourcemate(s): SBI should be clear. They were my family. Ranboo and Niki were good friends too. Eret...it's complicated to me? It's fuzzy trying to think about it but I'm 80% sure there was something there. More than platonic.

Any extra info you want the sourcemate(s) to know (memories, ages, etc.):

▪︎ I had periods of going mute/nonverbal. The communicators everyone had helped me in these cases. Mine was a pink color though the bottom third was red and had a white trim separating the two colors. Wilbur and Tommy slapped stickers on it. Phil gave me a crow feather charm.

▪︎ Looked like those "pretty boy" interpretations though I had some muscle. Long pink hair usually tied back with ribbon. Rectangular glasses with thin frames and silver chain. Piglin tusks were very prominent. Had the tendency to stick my tongue out a bit when thinking/zoning out. My tail usually stays hidden/tucked away unless I'm too tired to hide it.

▪︎ I could go into a deep sleep and wake up in Mumza's realm. This doesn't last long though, longest I've kept track of was maybe 7 minutes?

▪︎ A lot of my memories are still weird as I'm relearning a lot. I don't mind being asked questions when we do interact.

Any other information or comments you wish to include:

▪︎ BODY IS 19 SO 18 AND OLDER ONLY. NO KIDS.

▪︎ Reach out through DMs or leaving a message in our inbox.

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