#can’t really loose something u didn’t have to begin with

[kentopedia]

I loooveee the way u write nanami 🥺🥺 was wondering if u could do a mini fic on nanami x reader but when they were in high school :O I feel reader would constantly flirt with him but he stays unbothered until she stops 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 thank uuuu

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEARTS — nanami kento

omg thank u so so much, you're very sweet <3 i think i was taking requests when you asked this, so im so so so sorry i took forever to answer :( this isn't exactly what you said but i hope it's close to what you had in mind <3

contents: sfw, high school nanami & reader, mutual pining, silly teenage emotions, fluff, it's not even really romantic but they're best friends that won't admit they have a crush on each other, reader is shorter than him, gn!reader — 1.2k

“you can’t stay mad at me forever, kento.”

your best friend — or so you thought — stayed silent as you walked through the abandoned warehouse, searching for the curses that needed exorcising. so far, they’d evaded you, just as kento had all of your questions.

he glanced over at you, mouth drawn into its usual line. “i can if i want.”

“oh really?” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you continued forward, following him through the building. “are you fifteen or five? you’re supposed to be the mature one!”

kento rolled his eyes, but didn’t dignify that with a verbal response, letting his blade dangle loosely at his side. an odd sound echoed through the hallways, but it wasn’t quite menacing enough to be a curse.

you groaned. “don’t you know everyone will just keep pairing us up on missions until we work this out?” if kento was going to continue to be a pain, you wouldn’t allow him the silence he wanted so desperately. he’d been ignoring you for over a week. “haibara’s lucky. he gets to go with the second years.”

nanami glanced over his shoulder, raising his eyebrow, before looking ahead once more. “you mean he’s lucky he gets to go with gojo.”

though you weren’t sure if it was supposed to be an insult to you or not, you laughed. “maybe.”

“yeah,” kento scoffed. “i thought so.”

the tone was flatter than usual, even for someone like kento, and you raised your eyebrows, letting the words settle between you.

“you’re being so sour. you know, you never even told me what i did wrong. you’re so mad at me, kento, and i don’t even really know why.”

kento watched his feet take one step, then another, the opposite ones moving ahead. he’d grown a lot over the summer — a fact you’d somehow only realized. since when had he been that much taller than you?

“i’m not mad,” he finally settled on. a weak argument as to why he’d been ignoring you for the duration of your mission, and the week before.

you frowned, chewing the inside of your mouth. although kento had a kind heart, you knew how nasty he could be to people he didn’t like. you didn’t want to be one of those on the list. “kento… i really am sorry. if i’ve done something wrong.”

the tension drained from his shoulders. he sighed. “you haven’t.”

despite wanting to push the issue further, you let it die, deciding to listen to the silence in case of any curses. though, it had been nearly half an hour, and you hadn’t found any yet. you were beginning to think that maybe your teacher had led you astray.

“can i ask you something?” kento, after ten minutes, finally interrupted the quiet again. and though that sort of phrase was never a good sign, you would’ve taken anything to get him talking to you again.

“of course, kento.”

he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, seeming shy, almost. had it not been so dark, you would have seen the slight tint of pink on his cheeks, that you only assumed was there to begin with.

“what is it about gojo that you like so much?”

you blinked. “what do you mean?”

“you’re… interested in him, aren’t you? like that?” kento shifted awkwardly, holding his body as if it wasn’t quite his own. “i mean, i just assumed…”

all over, you great hot, your cheeks burning with embarrassment, a wave of dread heaping onto your stomach. “you think i have a crush on gojo?”

“don’t you?”

you thought about it for a moment, staring at the ceiling. “i don’t know. maybe.”

“maybe?” kento pinched his eyebrows together. “what the hell kind of answer is that? you either do or you don’t.”

“i think he’s...” you stumbled over the words, not really sure when you’d started talking to nanami kento about these sorts of things. the words tasted sour in your mouth. “well, i suppose he’s attractive, isn’t he? he’s certainly charming. he makes me laugh.”

“you’re always flirting with him," kento said skeptically.

you shrugged. "i'm just teasing. if you consider that flirting, then i guess i am."

“hm. you sound like you think you’re supposed to be interested in him, just because he’s gojo.”

that raised a small laugh out of you. “maybe you’re right. i think i might just be interested in people i know won’t ever like me back.” kento’s eyes flashed, and before he could say anything, lips parted, you continued. “but what do i know about anything, anyway? teenagers are supposed to be dumb like that, aren’t they?”

kento frowned, brown eyes softer than you’d seen in awhile. “i don’t think you’re dumb.”

“thanks.” for some reason, that made you bashful, darting your eyes away as you smiled at the ground. “have you ever had a crush on anyone, kento?”

he gave you a tiny little smile, poking you in the temple, before repeating your words from earlier. “i don’t know. maybe.”

“you’re so stupid.”

kento laughed, then, a light noise that was more familiar to you than it was to a lot of others. “you know, if it makes you feel better, i think gojo likes you. really, i do. he thinks you’re pretty. he likes when you laugh at his jokes. geto told us. he talks about you to him all the time.”

and though you’d expected the words to send a wave of glee over you, the sort of silly emotion that came with a teenage crush, you didn’t feel excited as you should've. perhaps because satoru had never been the one you wanted.

“gojo just likes to be admired. besides, everyone likes when people laugh at their jokes. that's not special.” you kicked at the floor. “anyway, geto’s probably just telling you all that so you’ll tell me and i’ll make a fool of myself in front of them. that would really make them laugh.”

kento frowned, contemplative. “i don’t think he would do that.”

he wouldn’t. it just seemed the only good way to diverge the conversation.

you threw your hands up, expelling a loud sigh. “well… whatever. honestly, it doesn't matter. i don’t think i even want a boyfriend.”

kento gawked at you for a moment, lips slightly parted, before he shook his head, another snort of a laugh leaving him. “you’re so confusing.”

“you should be relieved. wouldn’t you be miserable if i started dating gojo?” you were only teasing him, bumping his shoulder with your own, a playful grin on your face.

but kento’s voice was gentle when he returned his answer, and the relief was evident on his face. “i would.”

whether you knew it then, or not, that little confession had changed the course of your life. you brushed it off easily, gripping your cursed tool tightly as you turned the corner again.

“hey kento?”

“what? the curses are going to sneak up on us if—”

“you’re my best friend, by the way. even if i was dating gojo, you’d still be my best friend. you’ll always be my best friend.” you stopped him, serious now. “no matter what happens.”

kento smiled softly, barely there at all. he squeezed your hand in return. “i hope so.”

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[cassiefromhell]

Unexpected (pt. 2)

Part One Edit: Part Three

Fanbase: acotar

Eris x Reader x Azriel

Summary: Reeling from the shock of discovering you have another mate, you realize that you need to tell Eris about your predicament.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: suggestive

A/N: Requests are OPEN! Check my pinned message for details on what I'll write <3

I stare for a long, hard moment at this winged male.

He takes a step forward.

I take a step back, slipping my hand to my side, where a slim dagger is hidden under the flowing fabric of my skirt.

“This must be strange for you,” he murmurs, raising his hands slowly. “I know that you’re mated to Eris, but the moment you walked in, I could feel—”

I bare my teeth at him, fingertips grasping the handle of my knife. “Who knows?” Instinct has a snarl building in my throat. I’be worked my entire life to have a pretty, elegant, no-hitches mating ceremony, and this… odd… occurrence will not get in my way.

Hurt crosses his pretty face. “What do you mean who knows?”

“He must know,” I hiss, pointing to the first male—Cassian. Which means this one is… “Azriel. Who else have you told?”

“No one.”

“Good,” I release my knife, turning on my heel and working my way through the crowd. “Tell no more, and no one gets hurt.”

And I mean it. I’m a trained assassin. 

They let me leave without much struggle, but I am well aware of the shadows that are pooled at my feet, stalking my movements. The dancers let me pass easily, simply whirling and twirling out of my way.

I reach the doors in record time, grabbing a croissant to shove in my mouth on the way out. With a point of my index finger, the candle next to Eris’s throne on the dais lights up — our signal that something is wrong.

I stride out of the ballroom, heading straight for our bedroom. I only make it halfway there before I find myself in a storage closet, on my knees, unable to breathe. The shadows stopped following me just outside the door, and I can see where they block the light filtering in through the gap between the floor and the door.

Resting my forehead on the ground, I try to catch my breath and process what is happening. 

I start by listing what I know:

Eris is my mate.

I love Eris.

I am going to officially accept Eris as my mate tomorrow at 11a.m. during a brunch time mating ceremony.

There’s another male, an Illyrian, who is also my mate.

I think.

Shit.

A soft tug comes from the half-formed mating bond, snapping me out of my haze.

The only problem? I’m not sure which bond is being pulled.

My problem is solved quickly, however, as Eris’s soft voice cuts into my consciousness from the loose thread connecting us. 

Love? Are you alright? I see the candle, and I can’t find you.

I sit up straight, leaning against a wall. I left. I’m in some closet down the hall.

I’m on my way. What happened?

I bite my lip, suddenly realizing that I’ll need to inform Eris of this…mishap. 

I’ll explain when you get here. I really, really love you, you know.

He sends a feeling of pure, undeniable love down the bond. It means more than words.

Not even forty seconds later, the door is opened, and my ginger lover is striding to my side. 

“That was fast,” I murmur, leaning into him when he pulls me to his chest. “Like, really fast. How did you find me that quickly?”

“It’s the strangest thing,” he folds me into his lap, taking my place against the wall. “Azriel’s shadows followed you.”

My head snaps up at the name. “You know him?”

He nods. “We’ve collaborated on multiple things — the Hybern War and the human queen situation, to name a few.”

I remember him telling me about those stories. About the spy that he didn’t particularly like, and his companion, which he liked less. 

I burst into tears.

He sighs softly. “Little flame, what has you so upset?” He tucks my head against his shoulder, stroking my hair and lower back. His heart begins to pound, and he must be plotting how to brutally murder whoever’s caused this under his soft exterior.

“You’re going to hate me, Eris,” I sob, reaching up to knot my fingers in his hair. “Really, truly, hate me.”

“I could never, my love,” he coos, pulling me closer. “Now, what’s happened?”

“Something awful.”

“Did you… cheat on me?”

“What?” I burst, leaning back. I shift to be straddling his lap, hands on his shoulders. “I could never!”

“Then I don’t hate you,” his index finger reaches up to stroke my tears away.

“You might take that back,” I sniff.

Eris huffs a sharp breath, and places both hands on my hips. “Okay. My love, you need to tell me. I promise to not be angry.”

“You promise.”

“Of course. Pinky promise,” he offers a pinky, hand still at my hip.

I lock our fingers together, and blow out a long breath. “Okay, so, uhm… there’s a reason Azriel’s shadows are following me. I saw him for the first time at the party tonight. And it just… clicked. Eris, he’s my mate, too.”

He stills. Completely, and utterly still under me. 

An eternity passes. And then another. I’m certain that with every long minute of silence that passes, he’s adding to a plan to publicly execute me.

At least a bajillion years have flown by when he finally speaks up. “…The mother has a cruel sense of humor, doesn’t she?”

“I’m so sorry,” I suck in a breath, trying to muster the strength I need right now. “I don’t care for him. Not at all. I have no idea who he is, and he’s already stalking me,” I raise my voice at the end, and the shadows pooled beyond the door seem to scatter. “I love you. I do. And I want to go on with the mating ceremony in the morning. I’ve told him to tell no one.”

Eris nods slowly, thumbs rubbing my sides. “Try not to talk like that. If he’s—” he swallows hard, “…your mate… You deserve to have a chance to get to know him.”

“But I love you. You’re my mate.”

“He is, too.”

I groan, taking my bottom lip between my teeth. “Stop being the logical one. You’re supposed to be angry.”

“I am angry, believe me,” he growls. “But not at you. It’s not your fault, and you deserve the best shot at happiness you can get. Even if that means that I’m not the only one you love.”

I don’t respond, staring directly at his chest. I simply can’t look him in the eye. It’s difficult enough to face them with the sinking feeling in my chest, like I’ve betrayed him.

Would it be worth it to even entertain the idea of having another mate? I’ve never heard of it happening. 

In my heart, I am sure that I love Eris. But could I love this other male, too?

“In the end, it’s your decision, little flame,” Eris presses a kiss to my temple. “I don’t exactly like the situation, but I’ll do whatever it takes for you to be happy.”

“I love you,” I whisper, leaning forward against his warmth.

“I love you more.”

I grin, opening my mouth to reply, but he sweeps me up into his arms before I can make a sound. I squeal, gripping his neck to keep myself upright. 

“I say we go back to our party,” he announces, holding me close. “And dance until our feet fall off.”

“I’d be inclined to agree. You paid for really good food.”

He laughs, placing me on the ground and holding me to his side. With a wave of my hand, my tear-streaked makeup is repaired, and Eris tucks a few strands of hair back into place.

Together, we stride back into the hall, ready to face our guests once more — even if one of them may be my mate.

Eris and I have devolved throughout the night. 

We went from dancing, to talking to guests — avoiding the Night Court group like a plague — to eating, and now we’re drinking absurd amounts of wine with Lucien, High Lord Tarquin, and a few of the latter’s friends from the Summer Court. I think one’s name started with a C.

I’m on my… fifth? Sixth? I don’t know, but I’ve drank many glasses of Fae wine.

I’m seated next to Eris, our chairs pushed together so that I can rest my head on his shoulder.

“Why’d you two even leave earlier?” Tarquin asks, sipping his wine — he’s much more conservative, and has had far less than us.

“Do you need to ask?” Lucien hiccups. His hand flies up to cover his eyes. “Please, don’t ask. I don’t want to hear about my brother’s fuck life.”

Eris scowls, looking tempted to throw the glass in his hand at his younger brother. I take the glass out of his hand to prevent that scenario, patting his shoulder soothingly.

“Lucien,” I start. “I assure you, that is not why we left.”

“Then why?” Tarquin asks once more, gesturing to Eris and I. “You practically ran out, and two minutes later he was on your tail.”

I open my mouth, then close it. When I look up to Eris to make him conjure up a story, he has his eyes locked on something else.

Straightening, I follow his gaze. 

And lo and behold, Azriel Shadowsinger is standing there.

The Illyrian’s wings frame his broad shoulders, and his entire body looks rigid. His expression is unreadable, as I hear it always is. His attention is undoubtedly glued on me.

Next to him is Cassian, who was speaking until my eyes shifted to him.

I would go on to observe them further, but Eris pulls my face to his, and suddenly his lips are on mine, his hand rooted in my hair.

Perhaps Eris is bothered by this situation a little more than he was letting on.

Nevertheless, I’m not complaining, and I part my lips for him. His tongue makes sweeping moments through my mouth, eliciting little noises from my throat, my hands finding their way into his rouge locks.

“Ahem.”

I pull away just enough to glare at Lucien, the male making a gagging motion.

“Fuck you,” I laugh, taking a cookie and whipping it at his head. He ducks, then throws a scone right back.

Love? Eris purrs down the bond.

Hmm? I reply, glancing over at him.

What do you say we go back to our room? He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. I think I could use a little practice for tomorrow. 

Practice, huh? I hum, shivering as he traces a finger down my spine.

He sweeps me up into his arms as a reply, and I laugh, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“We’ll see you in the morning, lovepixies,” Tarquin calls after us, followed by gagging noises from Lucien. A few of the summer court bunch laugh at the younger Autumn Court heir’s antics. Luckily, sneaking off together and public affection isn’t particularly uncommon in the days surrounding a mating ceremony — Fae culture.

His mouth is on mine once more as we make our grand escape, kissing me with the passion of the High Lord he is. My back hits a wall, followed by my legs being hoisted around his waist, skirt bunching at my hips.

I bite down hard on my bottom lip when his mouth trails down my neck. He leaves sloppy kisses and licks in his wake, hands trailing up along my spine.

A sharp tug on the bond comes, and I gasp sharply, eyes zeroing in on Eris. “What was that for?”

“Hmm?” He glances up at me, halfway to being on his knees. “What was what for?”

“You tugged,” I murmur.

“No,” he frowns, straightening. “I didn’t.” He places me back on the ground, his eyes narrowing around the corner. I’m not even sure if he’s aware of how he tucks me behind his back.

And, right on cue, Azriel Shadowsinger comes into sight.

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[whalienjxy]

2:15 am

Levi stumbles on the edge of the carpet. he unbuttons his cape and swings it off his back, folding it in his arms before he puts it on his desk as he almost dizzily makes his way to the closed door of his bedroom.

it’s been yet another exhausting day. its one of the days where he strangely wishes for the comfort of a bed and a pillow. he has to shower first, however. he can’t sleep like this, covered in sweat and dirt and filth, but if he showers, he’s sure he’ll lose every ounce of sleep tugging at him, and he’ll once again have to settle for the chair behind his desk.

he puts a hand to the knob and just stands there, letting out a weary, heavy sigh.

before he can enter the room, a soft thud sounds against the wood of his door. he turns to look at it, waiting a bit just to test if he really was at the point of hallucinating, but a couple more thuds meet his ears, and tension makes its way back to his tired body.

levi hurries to open the door. it’s in the middle of the fucking night, whoever is on the other side will most definitely carry some shitty news to him. he unlocks the door, turning the knob to swing it open with a sharp gaze—

oh.

“hi,” your smile is soft, thats the first thing he notices. he notices next that you’re no longer in your uniform, instead in some loose shorts and a grey t-shirt he recognizes out of his own closet, and then he notices the tray you’re holding in your hand.

“you didn’t eat well today,” you gently push past him, walking to the coffee table in front of the leather couch pushed up to he wall to put down the tray in you hands. “i may have committed a little crime getting u this stuff but we won’t be talking about that.”

when you turn back around, levi is still standing by the door, frozen, face as blank as it can possibly get.

it’s only been a few months since you started…being together, and he already knew that you were an affectionate person, but he never put it in his calculations that he would be on the receiving end of said affection.

and the man just… he has a lot to learn, and he’s doing his damn best. but sometimes when you just do shit like that, do stuff he’s never thought would be done to him, it takes him some time to process.

first few times he short-circuited, you panicked. you started to think and overthink everything you’ve done, if you’ve done something wrong that managed to just ick him, but as the time goes on, you learned that this is how levi processes your love.

so as he stands there, he watches as you approach him again, taking one of his hands in yours while the other pushes the door closed before locking it, he realizes what you’re doing.

if he was uncomfortable, he would’ve spoken up about it right away. you know this much.

you pull him away from the door. putting the hand you were holding behind your back, you pull him closer to you, and the moonlight turns his pale skin a pale blue instead. you let go of his hand when you feel him begin to pull you in further to wrap your arms around his neck lovingly, a sweet, sweet smile on your lips just for him.

“let me take care of you today,” your voice is low, gentle on his ear. as much as his eyes soften, you feel his body tense up at the words, but it’s nothing a kiss and a neck massage can’t fix.

you close the distance between your lips, and levi sighs deeply when your lips tangle between one another. he lets his eyes flutter closed, slowly but surly letting down his guard as he pulls you even closer, now aching for your touch.

your fingers work their magic on some particularly stubborn knots in his neck, and you chuckle breathily at the little moan levi lets out as you massage them away. you’re the first to break the kiss, resulting in a little tsk of disapproval from the man turning into putty in your hands.

“okay?” you whisper, eyes reading his features for any sign of discomfort.

it takes him a few seconds of internal conflict, whether or not he should let down his guard and let somebody else take control of the situation, but he more he looks into your eyes like that, the less options he has.

so he nods.

you take his hand from your back again and lead the way to his bedroom. you sit him down on the perfectly made bed, hands on each side of his neck as you bend down to give him a little peck, and the poor clueless man just watches you.

he watches as your hands unfasten the belts and straps he still hasn’t taken off. you begin with the one at his chest, eyes on look out for discomfort, so you catch the slight change of expression as you slide them away from his shoulders. the leather lands with a clink of its buckles against the bed as you carefully run a hand where it’s been buckled tightly, watching the discomfort increase on his face.

“hurts a lot?” you ask, stepping closer between his legs.

his hands involuntarily wrap around your thighs. “nothing i can’t handle.”

with slow, unalarming movements, you unbutton his shirt, pulling away his cravat to neatly fold it and put it beside him on the bed. your hands move under the shirt, fingers gentle as they massage his shoulders, slowly moving down to his biceps until the material, too meets the awaiting bed, and you just simply find the way his eyes keep fluttering closed endearing.

you bend down to plant a feather light kiss to the middle of his chest, where the stubborn buckles have left and even more stubborn bruise, and levi looks down at you with something unexplainable in his hooded eyes.

in the next few seconds, you’re on your knees between his legs, and there isn’t an ounce of lust in the air.

all that levi feels is pure intimacy and affection, as overwhelming as it is, and that is all you are trying to give him for today.

levi watches as you pull away his boots before you bring your attention to the garter belts tight around his thighs, disposing of them one by one before to neatly place them by the boots on the floor, and something warm spreads in levi’s chest.

because you’re not usually a tidy person, but the pair of you had already started to pick up stuff from one another, and as messy and clumsy as you are, you still do your best to keep levi as comfortable as it is possible in his space.

you lean on his knees when you get up to your feet again, immediately walking to his wardrobe, and levi can’t really help but shiver at the loss of touch. you open the wardrobe, pull out a few things that levi can’t care enough about to notice, now surly too sleepy to function properly.

but you’re soon pulling him up from the bed and in the direction of the bathroom to which you carry an oil candle to. you put down all the items in your hand on the cabinet, never letting go of levi’s hand as you bend down to open up the warm tab in the tub.

“i’ll make us some chamomile while you bathe for a bit,” you tell him, squatting down with the support of his calloused hand as you pour soap in the running water. you look up, as you whirl your hand in the liquid, and levi wonders if you’re real. “do you want me to stay with you?”

he doesn’t know how to answer, because fuck yes, he never wants to be separated from you, but he isn’t used to this. any of the affection, any of the loving touches and lingering kisses, and he would never know if by agreeing to this he would be putting too much pressure on you.

“it’s fine if you say no, but i want you to really think about it.” you get up to his height. with a step closer, a warm hand cups his cheek, and he can’t help but lean into it. “do you want me to stay with you?”

“yes,” levi says, and your chest tightens.

you can’t help but feel… pride. your chest isn’t tightening with anxiety, nor with sadness or grief, but the happiness and pride you feel for finally hearing him verbalize what he wants, despite everything, it will sure as hell get to you.

so you stay with him. you sit behind him outside the tub and wash his hair for him, and you could’ve sworn you could hear him snore softly a couple of times there. you groan from the pain in your back as you gently scrub the filth and dirt away from his scarred body, leaving kisses here and there when u find a particularly purple bruise.

levi is still as you rinse him off, learning to function with one hand as you hold his with the other.

with a final kiss to his forehead, you tap his cheek lightly. “i’m done, baby.”

“come in with me for a bit.” his eyes are still closed.

you chuckle lightly, gently pushing his back off of the side of the tub. “get up, old man. you still have to eat.”

“i don’t think i’ll be able to sleep if i don’t sleep right fucking now.”

“don’t worry,” you groan, learning first hand that the man might be small, but he sure is heavy as hell as you pull him to full length. “i’ll make sure you fall asleep.”

you leave him to dry himself off as you brew the pair of you a couple of cups of chamomile, making sure that the stew you brought was still at a eatable temperature. levi stumbles out of the bedroom a couple of minutes later dressed in the clothes you picked out for him, still drying his hair with a small towel.

you leave your tea cups to cool down a bit on the coffee table by his tray as he eats. levi watches as you enter the bedroom and pick up the stray items you took off of him earlier to put them where they belong throwing his worn clothes in the laundry basket before returning back out to him.

flopping down on the sofa, you throw your feet in his lap as he eats. you stretch, leaning back of the side to crack your back contently, only to return to your original position in the corner of the sofa to find a pair of eyes awaiting.

a hand hesitantly runs up your calf. “i exhausted you.”

you smile. “only means that we’ll fall asleep faster.”

he finishes eating quickly, forcing his insecurities aside because he doesn’t think you’d go through all this trouble of taking care of him through and through if you didn’t want to. as you both sit in silence, watching the moon from the big windows he has behind his desk, he catches the way you’re holding your cup, and its very hard to hold back his smile.

he squeezes your leg, and he stares. shamelessly, lovingly, he stares at you, carving every quirk, every wrinkle every twitch of your lips in his brain, and you only stare back when you notice.

the calmness overtaking you both is…simply the best thing levi thinks he’ll ever experience.

levi tries to seduce you into just ditching the bed to sleep here, but you’re one strong-willed woman to have to drag humanity’s strongest soldier to his bed. once under the cover’s you shuffle closer to him, grateful for the control he lets you have over him for today when you turn on your back and do your best to pull him on-top of you.

“i’ll crush you like this,” he says, elbows holding him away from his body.

“just shut up and do as i say,” you push him down, legs wrapping around his back to pull him to you.

you position his head on your stomach, and the stubborn man can only wrap his arms around your torso despite his previous complaints. your fingers dive in his slightly damp raven strands, massaging the scalp with skillful fingers, and you giggle breathily at the loud groan of satisfaction he lets out in your stomach.

neither of you say anything, then. your fingers begin to slow down as he starts to take deeper breaths, and you both begin to drift in a sweet, sweet, well-deserved slumber.

“i love you.” you heard a mumble, feeling the vibrations on your stomach.

you had no idea if this is reality or a dream. levi barely says those words.

“i love you too, darling.”

#this is not proofread #god i just wanna take care of him #i fucking love this man #levi ackerman x you #levi comfort #aot drabbles #levi aot #levi x reader #levi x y/n #snk levi #attack on titan #levi drabble #levi fluff #shingeki no kyoujin fanfiction #shingeki no kyoujin levi #aot fanfiction #aot comfort #aot levi #aot fluff #snk fluff

[allaganexarch]

i wave my wand & command u to speak on hopeless, a fic that has lived in my bookmarks for time immemorial.

ohhhhh thank youuu!!!  hopeless was my first wolgraha fic!  It was based on 10 kiss prompts that I decided to make loosely related and kind of flesh out a story for my WoL.  I was just going along cheerfully enjoying FFXIV until Shadowbringers but idk man several things about that part of the story just have my number on speed dial you know!  I was like okay I’m gonna have to write for this to get the rocks out of my brain, ergo I’m gonna have to actually develop an OC.

I pretty much made Adrienne specifically to ship her w/ G’raha so I find it extremely funny a. how quickly I became attached to her for her own sake and b. how I feel her chemistry w/ other characters developed since she was initially conceptualized to complement G’raha specifically LOL.  I previously had a hard time “bonding” with my own OCs and I feel this really marked a turning point in that regard where I was able to focus in on character ideas that really appealed to me enough to form that connection, if that makes sense.

There’s also like a huge gap in my AO3 works from March 2020 until January 2021 when I started writing for FFXIV.  I remember I kept wanting to say something about what I was going through at the time and how I was feeling about my writing and about writing generally, but anything I tried to say barely made any sense because I think I didn’t even know what was going on with me.  There was a period of time where I felt like maybe I just wouldn’t write anymore because I didn’t have it in me.  Nothing inspired me, and nothing I had been working on pre-pandemic even remotely appealed to me anymore.  I felt like it had been written by someone else.

In retrospect, it makes perfect sense, right?  But it was hard to understand the feeling from the middle of it.  And I didn’t want to be cold or disrespectful to the people who have loved my work over the years, but I also couldn’t find a good way of venting my frustration about how I was feeling, so I think I often ended up coming off that way despite my best intentions.

So my main goal in doing the kiss prompts was to not angst about them too much, to just get them done without much editing, and to write something fairly different from what I usually wrote in the past.  I felt like it would be a good challenge for me because as I mentioned I really love unresolved tension and agonizing slow burn, but I think maybe I love it too much LOL, so sometimes when it finally came time for the culmination of the tension I would freeze up because I had built it up so much that I was afraid the payoff wouldn’t be good enough!  Ten shortish prompts where they literally had to kiss felt like a perfect low-stress challenge to help shake my brain loose on this very specific issue, and for that reason I think it’s very sweet and pleasant to read where a lot of my other work is more fraught and angsty LOL.

I really don’t even know if this dialogue feels particularly in character, I was straight up just calling myself out for a laugh:

A dull terror is beginning to take root in her heart, the one that has borne the loss of countless others, the one that has already lost him twice over, and she searches her mind frantically for something to say, something that will keep her from spoiling the moment with things she can’t do anything about. “Is that your idea of a proper courtship?” she wonders, instead, trying at a teasing tone. G’raha looks up.  “Is it not to your liking?” he counters.  “If you’d prefer, I could go and sit across the room.” “You’ll do no such thing!”  Adrienne tightens her grip on him instinctively. G’raha’s grin widens, and his tone turns dramatic.  “Perhaps in a few months, our hands will brush, and I’ll write you a sad letter about it.” “I hate you so much.”  Adrienne laughs weakly, but she cannot bring herself to loosen her grip on him, lest he slip away from her yet again in her negligence. “I don’t think that’s true,” says G’raha pleasantly.

It’s funny, now that my life is like pretty normal and okay again, I’m back to mostly liking fraught and angsty things, but at the time I feel my personal life was so bad that I really needed sweet and pleasant in my escapism!

Fanfic Writer Director's Cut Ask Game!

#tyty for indulging me!!!!! #i also was (and still am of course) such a huge fan of your work when I found it and i was so honored and delighted that you liked my fic!! #exciting tag for writing things #exciting tag for answered asks #personal #ffxiv #wolgraha #fic:hopeless #poor adrienne still doesn't have a consistent tag bc i just posted her on twitter #my poor bby #relegated to TWITTER #the injustice

[baiyunli]

would u consider posting more snippets of the retirement fic. pretty please. its so good!

for sure!! most of the fully-written scenes don't make sense without context, but i have one near the beginning, when jack still hasn't told nico what he's looking for here and nico's just angry and still hurt from everything jack had done before. no idea why i picked the wings for luke lol but here:

There were moments, after Jack was traded and before Luke signed with Detroit, where Nico would look at Luke and all he saw was Jack. 

He never thought they looked similar: Luke was a head taller and not as talkative in the half-charming, half-flippant way that Jack was, but in certain lights, during warmups or after practice or in the middle of a goal celebration, Nico reached out and saw someone else.

He knew Jack was gone, but it didn’t stop Nico from seeing him everywhere. He’d rubbed off onto Luke, his mannerisms and locker room nicknames and pregame routine, and Nico was just tired of always looking for someone who was never his, tired of coming up empty.

The first year afterwards, Nico couldn’t even look at his old locker: as if he was the only one responsible for Jack’s leaving and the guilt was close to crushing him, one of those quiet, tragic hurts he never truly knew how to share. He’d look at Luke and see the same heartbreak on his face.

Luke’s gone now, swept away in offseason free agency. Nico is happy that he’s playing well, at least. The Wings are good. Better than the Devils right now. And the Canucks, but that part speaks for itself.

“He had an awesome season,” says Nico. Second place in Norris voting. “Tell him I said congratulations.”

Jack grins. “Obviously. Thanks for taking care of him,” he says. “After I got traded. Like, I think it was the first time he actually had to learn how to cook, and shit. God knows I couldn’t have taught him myself.”

“I had to get him out of ordering takeout somehow. He was going to die otherwise.”

Late twenties and early thirties blend in Nico’s brain. Now, thirty years old is far enough in the rearview mirror that everything in the interim feels the same, a foggy lacuna from the first time they qualified for the playoffs to their first Cup win. The years when they thought nothing could hurt them, that the worst had passed long ago, young and stupid and too reckless to care about the idea that the future might not swing in their favour. And even off the ice: nighttime drives on the turnpike, the closest they could get to the end of the world. The hum of tires along the rumble strip, watching the light hug the soft planes of Jack’s face. Nico had tried so hard to stay away from Jack, those years.

“It wasn’t that bad,” Jack says in self-defense. He raises his hands. “We cooked sometimes.”

“For loose definitions of ‘cooked.’ And ‘sometimes.’”

Jack makes a face. “You make it sound a lot worse than it was. I got it together eventually. When it stopped being—okay, I guess. That I didn’t know how to be an adult. And I couldn’t get away with it anymore.” He worries at his lower lip with his teeth, folds his hands in his lap. “I wanted to—” his voice stumbles, stops. “Never mind.”

There’s a curl of hair falling into his eyes that Nico wants to brush away. Nico wants too much: he wants to ask Jack to finish the sentence, wants to say why didn’t you talk to me for five fucking years, wants to know why Jack came to his apartment if not to apologize for the last five years of silence. 

He wants to put his fist through the wall, kick something, but he’s almost forty and should know better, so really he wants to go outside for a long walk until his throat no longer itches. He wants to crawl out of his skin until he’s so far away he can’t see Jack. He wants Jack to leave and he wants to stop him from ever leaving again. He just wants to hear him say sorry.

“Sure,” says Nico, curt. “Good for you.”

Jack wavers. “What?”

He rubs his forehead. “Jack, I just. I’m glad you’re doing better, but I still don’t know how long you’re planning to be here.”

Nico hears Jack’s breath hitch. “Not that long,” he answers, and then he flashes his brightest smile, all-American and pearly white, to make up for the pause before his reply. “I’m—sorting some stuff out, that’s all. Told Quinn it was unfinished business. But I can go. If you don’t, uh. If you don’t want me.”

“It’s—no,” Nico responds. He runs a hand through his hair and does not admit that Jack Hughes is all he’s ever wanted. “You can stay.” 

Jack looks down at the table. “I’ll get it together,” he says, quieter, and it strikes Nico, for a second, the reality of it. “I promise. I’ll get my shit together soon.”

During Jack's whole first season with the Canucks, Nico dreamed about having him back in New Jersey, eating dinner with him and falling asleep on the couch before Jack could make it back to his own apartment. And now Jack’s here, eating his food, staying in his apartment, and Nico thinks that his most self-pitying dreams didn’t do shit to prepare him for it. “I didn’t. I’m not asking you to fulfill any promises,” he tells Jack. “Do whatever you have to. But the season starts soon.”

“Soon,” echoes Jack, his face shuttering. “You’re right.” He pokes at the rest of his dinner. He plays with a noodle, twirls it around his fork and drops it back in the takeout box.

“Jack,” Nico says. “Are you—is there something wrong?”

“No,” Jack says, too fast, brittle. “Not something wrong, I just, uh. I have to make some decisions. Tired of trying to be an adult, I guess.” He holds up the leftover takeout. “You want me to pop this in the fridge, or do you have a container I can put it in?”

#hrpf for ts #untitled redacted retirement fic project #yun replies

[thecrowslullaby]

Intrulogical with 48, J, 12

Not proofread, but I wanna nap xd

Anon im so sorry I just realised u responded to the wrong ask. OTL

Ship: intulogical

Wordcount: 1230

Warnings: kissing, a few self deprecating thought (Remus)

“I can’t believe you dragged me into this.” Remus grinned as Logan kept running, pulling the shorter man behind him. The man made no indication at having heard him but Remus knew his boyfriend. And the way his ears were tinted red told the hufflepuff the man definitely heard him and was fighting with himself not to respond. Not that that was going to stop Remus from lovingly pestering the ravenclaw. “You know, usually I’m the one who gets us into trouble.”

“Can we try to focus, Remus?” Logan hissed, embarrassment seeping through, and oh if that wasn’t just adorable. Remus could grab him by the shoulders, pin him to the wall and kiss restlessly right here and there. And he would, if it weren’t for the professors hot on their tails. And if there was one thing Logan enjoyed less than messing up it was being caught doing so.

“Why don’t you just blame it on me?” Remus asked. The teachers were certainly more than happy to accept him as the sole cause for setting a few cursed toads loose in the corridors. He was an oddity from the beginning. A hufflepuff and a delinquent at once. Certainly not something most professors wanted on the school records. At least Headmaster Janus (and it was disrespectful to call him by his name, Logan’s voice echoed in his mind) was fond of him. He was certain that if that wasn’t the case he would be thrown out onto his ass long ago.

Point was, most students and staff were easy to write Remus off as nothing more than unnecessary trouble, but not Logan. At least not anymore, if the bewildered glance over his shoulder was anything to judge by.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

Not that it really mattered, most of the time. That’s why Remus kept insisting Logan shouldn’t announce their relationship to his friends just yet. He was sure he would wise up eventually. And there was no need to put Logan’s future at stake, especially not as the end of the 7th year approached and the teen was applying to jobs like a madman. He would be content with a few fleeting kisses Logan managed to spare over the first half of the semester, spending most of his time with his nose in some kind of obscure book.

Remus on the other hand had spent the time causing as much mischief as he could while still getting away with it. He promised Logan he would try. And for some reason that promise seemed more binding than anything he ever told his parents. Or Janus. Not that the professor needed to know. (Although Remus had a rising suspicion he did. Janus seemed to know an annoying number of things.)

But for some reason today seemed different, and Remus found himself being the one to help Logan out of trouble for once.

“So what do we do?” Remus asked.

“I don’t know.” Logan huffed as he pulled them behind another corner. “That’s why I need your help.”

“You’re the smart one.”

“You’re the more creative one.” Logan pointed out as if that was true. Sure, Remus was always quick to come up with some kind of trouble, but he certainly wasn’t all that good at fixing them. He was good at hiding them though.

He yanked Logan backwards. The taller teen gave a small yelp of surprise as he landed in Remus arms. The Hufflepuff was quick to drag them both into a nearby alcove, pulling slightly on the curtains, just enough to hide them from passing teachers, but not enough to raise suspicion.

“Quiet.” He whispered as he put a hand over Logan’s mouth, pressing the teen as close against his chest as he could. “They might hear us.” Logan seemed to be dazzled for a moment before he nodded slowly and Remus grinned back. 

They watched as the teachers passed by in a flurry of robes, missing the obvious hiding spot. 

He didn’t let go of Logan, not until the footsteps faded and all Remus could hear was two quickened breaths of students who barely avoided detention. Even then, he lingered, just a second longer before releasing Logan from the albeit compromising hug. Logan didn’t step away and Remus was once again tempted to wrap his hands back around him. Plead Logan to stay a little longer. But one thing Remus was not, was selfish.

“Thank you.” Logan whispers. His back still pressed against Remus chest as he tried to turn his head at a weird angle to stare back at him.

“You would have done the same.”

Logan chuckled.

“Not sure I can think so fast.” The teen finally stepped away and it took all of Remus' restraint not to chase the warm feeling of Logan’s back. The ravenclaw turned around, a smile creeping up on his face as he took Remus' hands in his own. He seemed to hesitate for just a moment before casting a glance behind the curtain, most likely making sure the teachers weren’t coming back, and letting go of Remus' hands in order to cup his face instead. “I love you.” He whispered, so sincerely Remus had trouble convincing himself not to let his heart flutter. He didn’t succeed, not when Logan leaned in, ever so slightly, their lips just inches apart. “May I kiss you?”

“Yes please.” He wasn’t sure why Logan still asked. Not like he ever said no before. But he supposed that was just another part of Logan. The teen never stopped asking questions, wanting answers for them all. It was a funny feeling. Being something Logan wanted to know more about.

Oblivious to his inner turmoil Logan leaned in, capturing Remus lips with his own. The hufflepuff melted as he felt Logan’s hand slowly travel up his cheek, to the back of his head, only for the ravenclaw to finally tangle his curls with his long slender fingers. Remus wasted no time to return the favor. Messing up Logan’s hair as he pulled the teen closer. The ravenclaw let out a small sound that was a mix of a laugh and a yelp and oh, Remus could just swallow him whole.

And after what felt like far too soon Logan pulled back. Hair messed up, morning light hitting it just right to cast a halo. Face delightfully red. His tie far too crooked, even for Remus’ standards, and the teen wanted nothing more than to grab Logan by it and pull him closer.

But the ravenclaw didn’t let him, stepping away as he did his best to comb the mop of tangled back hair into order using his fingers. Adjusting his tie, before flashing Remus a grin that was far too endearing.

“I need to go.” He whispered, trying to keep his voice serious, and failing miserably as Remus grinned up. “I should go check what the commotion is about.”

“You go help the teacher chase that delinquent who’s responsible for this.” Remus snorted. “I’ll be here in case you need someone to blame it on.”

“I won’t.” Logan said, leaning in to give Remus a quick peck on the cheek.  “Don’t get into trouble.”

“I could say the same to you.”

Logan huffed, his cheeks going red.

“It was one time.”

And with how delightful it turned out to be, Remus sure hoped it wasn’t the last.

#intrulogical #ts remus #ts logan #cawtent #ts sides

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

may i request a wanda fic where she gets really jealous and have a strong fight with reader, angst but with a happy fluff ending

make wanda a possessive girlfriend and scary to loose r please. thank u

Authors note: Thanks for the request! Hope you like what I came up with!

Word count: 653                    Wanda Masterlist   Marvel Masterlist

Wandas jaw tightens as she watches the way Yelena is currently all over you. Granted it’s not some lovey dovey kind of touching, she's holding you in a headlock because you had eaten the last of her macaroni and cheese while she scolds you in Russian for not having manners. 

   Normally this sort of thing didn’t bother the Sokovian, but lately you seemed to be spending more and more time with the blond and less time with her. She missed you and she was a bit worried you maybe saw something in the young Russian that you didn’t see in her.

   Finally she decides to walk over to you, “Y/n, do you have a minute?”

   “Yeah just give me a few minutes-

   “Now detka(baby)” She knows she let her insecurities and anger get the better of her just then, but she really does need to talk to you and the longer you made her wait the worse her anxiety would get

   Yelena looks at you as if to say ‘you either go with her now, or run for your life’ and you happen to agree with her. Wanda hardly ever used that kind of tone with you.

   “Ok. We can go to our room, yeah?” you're relieved when she nods and turns to head that way. You were worried you’d end up suggesting the wrong thing and making her more upset

   You both take a seat on the bed as you wait for her to say what's on her mind. At least you hoped that's what would happen, because if you had to start this conversation you had no clue what to say or do since you had no clue as to what was bothering her.

   “Do you want to break up?” she suddenly asks

   You feel like you've just been punched by the Hulk, “W-what?”

   “I’m your girlfriend, but I've barely seen you this month and half the time when I do see you, you're doing something with Yelena. It’s like you don’t want to spend time with me anymore”

    “I just don’t want her to feel all alone, that's all.” you try to defend

    She scoffs, “Oh so she can’t be alone but it's fine for me to be?”

    “What? No, of course not. I just meant-

    “You don’t have to tell me what you meant. I can tell who your priority is based on how much time you spend with her.”

     Oh, now you get it. “Wanda…Are you jealous?”

   Her brows furrow, “No! No, I’m not. It’s just….you're mine. My Y/n, my detka(baby), and between all your missions and time with her I don't even see you anymore. I miss you.”

   “Aw princess, I’m sorry.” you tell her as you wrap an arm around her waist, “I didn’t mean to make you feel neglected. I just wanted more experience so I was accepting every mission Steve sent my way. And you remember what it's like to be new here, Nats my best friend so I just wanted her sister to feel comfortable and welcomed, that's all. I’m all yours Wan, nobody else for me but you. I’m very sorry I made you feel neglected. I missed spending time with you too.”

   She looks into your eyes, looking for the truth in your words. She finds it right away. “I forgive you, but you owe me for all my missed out cuddles.”

   You let out a laugh that makes her smile, “Come here then.”

   She laughs as you tackle her into the mattress, wrapping your arms around her you begin to pepper her face in kisses which makes her laugh even harder. Finally you connect your lips to hers in a soft kiss that lets her feel just how much you love her. Her arms immediately wrap around you as she smiles.

   “I love you detka(baby).”

   You smile back, “Love you too, princess. So much”

Taglist:  @wandaromamoff69 @mmmmokdok

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #marvel #marvel fanfiction #fanfic

[incendiobrock]

The Witches Forest

Request: heyy idk if u do requests but if u aree then can you do one where the reader is a witch and is dating colby so she goes on one of the haunted trips w them and does some reading idkk you can end it however you like <33 tyy! 

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anon who requested this! I loosely based this imagine off the witches forest video on the Sam and Colby channel but instead of the witch from the video giving the reading it was y/n, and instead of Colby getting lost in the forest it was y/n. Hope you enjoy! Also this was loosely inspired by an imagine I read by @annab-nana you can read it here!

Warnings: sexual joke (I think that’s it)

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It was a typical day with the trap boys. Your boyfriend Colby had finally convinced you to go on a haunted trip with them. The only reason you had agreed was because he had promised you, and Corey, that there wouldn’t be any seances. You would all be going to just spend the night there, not summon anything.

In fact, Sam was planning on doing a cleansing ritual that he had done some research on. So, you agreed. You were always super worried about the boys and the trouble that they would find themselves in, especially with demonic entities and spirits. 

One of the other reasons you had agreed to do the video with them was because you knew that the fans have been begging for you to make an appearance. Colby got tweets and comments daily about his “witchy girlfriend” joining in on a haunted overnight video. All the fans knew that you were super into crystals, and tarot cards, and different herbs, and just about anything that you believed would help protect you and connect you to the world of spirituality.

So here you were, sitting in front of the camera, Colby right by your side, his ring clad hand holding onto your thigh, as the rest of the guys surrounded the table. “Okay, who’s ready for the reading?” You questioned, looking around the table. Everyone nodded and agreed to begin. You passed the tarot deck to each of the boys, instructing them to shuffle the deck while thinking of their intention for the trip to The Witches Forest. Everyone did as told and passed the deck back to you, you were the last to shuffle.

“Alright, so I’m going to pick the top three cards and then we can go over what they each mean for us, and for the trip we are about to go on.” You stated, gently flipping over the top three cards, The Tower, The Nine of Swords, and the card of Death.

You felt the room tense as they all read the cards chosen. “It’s not bad.” You said, trying to calm everyone’s nerves. “Uh- I don’t know about you but a card that says death seems pretty bad to me.” Corey said, laughing out of fear.

“Yeah babe, what does that mean besides ‘we are going to die?’” Colby air quoted the last part. “Will you guys just give me a minute to explain it?” You laughed at your boyfriends face as his eyebrows remained scrunched on his forehead, looking desperately at you for answers. You went on to explain that death could signify the “death” of an era and the beginning of something new. The Nine of Swords means that their own thoughts can weigh them down, or cause a feeling of darkness, and The Tower means danger, chaos, but also liberation. 

“See, so nothing is necessarily bad. It actually seems like this might be good for you guys, especially since we are planning on doing the fire ritual too. That way you can begin a new journey and have a nice cleansed path before the next moon cycle begins.” You stated, leaning your head on Colby’s shoulder and cuddling into his side. He placed a short kiss onto your forehead taking hold of your hand, “Alright so let’s get on the road we don’t want it to get too dark before we set up the tent, plus it’s about an hour drive.” Colby said to the group, still holding your hand as you both stood up to go get into the car.

About an hour later you had all arrived at the forest. Colby had parked the car a little off the dirt path in a small clearing between the trees. You were happy to get out of the car to stretch after having to sit between Jake and Corey in the backseat. You brought along a small backpack of stuff like a water, first aid kit, a flashlight, and most importantly some crystals that offer protection. You took out the small ziploc with the crystal and began to give one to each of the boys, telling them to keep their crystal in their pockets for protection. 

Sam had asked you to explain to the camera what all you had brought so you showed him the black tourmaline, amethyst, and the obsidian, saying that they each offered protection and grounding properties. “Alright, now that we got our protection rocks let’s go pitch the tent we will be staying in all night.” Sam said, shutting off the camera. You all stood around trying to help as Colby did most of the work putting the tent together. You were impressed with his skills, never knowing that he could set up a tent with little to no instruction.

“Dang brother, those Cub Scout skills are really showing right now.” Jake joked, sticking the last spoke into the dirt. “Thanks brother, you know I’m skilled with these hands.” Colby responded, sending a wink in your direction. Your cheeks heated up as a small laugh escaped from your mouth. Leave it to Colby to make a sexual joke that makes the guys cringe. 

After a little exploring all together, and almost losing the location of the tent, you had all decided it was time to start the fire ritual. You were glued closely to Colby’s side, hearing a lot of motion within the trees. “Once we get the fire going maybe we will feel better, the light and heat should scare off any animals that are near.” Sam said grabbing the fire bucket that he had brought for this ritual.

Colby lit the fire and you all sat around in camping chairs. “We should’ve brought s’mores bro.” Corey said, trying to alleviate some of his fear. You agreed with him because you knew you felt the same fear as him at the moment. Sam explained what was going to happen with the fire ritual and passed out the objects that everyone was going to be throwing into the fire, in hopes to release any possible spirits that were attached to them. As soon as you guys started to watch the stuff burn Colby flew back, falling with his camping chair.

“Did you guys see that! Right there! Right behind Jake! Sam? Did you see it, it was like a shadow and it moved super fast right behind Jake’s head.” Colby yelled, standing quickly off the ground and shining a flashlight in that direction. “I saw that too!” You said, abandoning your camping chair as well. Colby took hold of the camera and began walking away from the fire and towards the trail. “Colby! Wait for us bro you can’t go alone!” Sam yelled out, chasing after him. “I have to go, I know I saw something I need to see where it’s going before it gets away, I wanna capture it on camera!” Colby said.

“Someone has to stay by the fire we can’t all leave! Jake you stay here with Corey and we will go investigate.” Sam instructed, but Jake hesitated wanting to go too. Corey ended up agreeing on staying by the fire so you three could keep up with Colby who was still walking quickly away from the group. You thanked Corey, worried that your boyfriend would get too far ahead of everyone. You began to jog to the path, already extremely behind the others because of the sudden panic. 

You turned onto the dirt path and didn’t see any of the three boys, but could barely make out their voices in the distance. You began to jog down the path, heading to the left. You had felt like you were getting closer to them but their voices still remained faint and incoherent. You knew that Sam had yelled for everyone to stay on the path in order to avoid getting lost so you kept jogging further and further into the forest, away from the fire where Corey sat.

You slowed to a walk, shining your flashlight all around, hearing tons of branches snapping and rustling. You suddenly felt very alert, almost as if something was watching you. You felt the panic really set in as it became harder and harder for you to catch your breath. “Colby!” You yelled. “Colby! Sam! Jake! Corey!”  You knew you had made a mistake going this far down the path. “Hello?! Can anyone hear me!” You heard a scream off in the distance making your eyes basically bulge out of your head. You turned sharply towards the direction of the noise, shining your flashlight out in front of your face. Your hands were trembling, shaking the light violently. Not only was it freezing out, but you were terrified of what was out there.

You began running back the opposite direction of the trail, your breath almost nonexistent at this point, but you were determined to make it back to the tent. You heaved, feet stomping away at the dirt path beneath. After what felt like a century, you saw the distant glow of the fire. You ran, the victory of reuniting with the boys fueling your return. The fire was now in clear sight as well as the figures of the four boys you were so anxious to see. The noise of you approaching causing them all to turn and look at you. 

You practically leapt into Colby’s arms, tears pouring down your face as you wrapped tightly around his torso. His hand found its way straight to your hair, pulling you as close as he could to his body, swaying you side to side. “Oh my god, baby. Where were you? I was so worried! I thought I had lost you.” He said quietly, running his fingers through your hair trying to soothe your crying. “I-I was running after you a-and then I got lost. I heard a s-scream, I’m so scared.” You sobbed, never wanting Colby to let go of you.

“We looked all over, we were calling your name like crazy but Jake said we should come and wait by the fire incase you came back. We didn’t want to keep moving further away from you on accident.” Sam said, standing closely near you and Colby. 

“Can we please go? I don’t think I want to be here anymore.” You pleaded, looking into Colby’s eyes as his delicate fingers helped to wipe away your tears. “Yes, of course. I love you, I’m so glad you’re safe. Let’s head to the back up plan, the cabin.” Colby said, directing the last sentence to the boys. You nodded gratefully, making your way into Colby’s car while Jake, Corey, and Sam packed up the mess. 

The night was getting foggier as you pulled into the driveway of Jenna’s cabin. You felt relief rush over you, knowing that you wouldn’t have to spend another second in the Witches Forest. You all got out of the car and huddled by the front door, rain beginning to pour down. Sam took off his backpack digging through it to find the spare key Jenna had lent him. “Uh, Colby did I give you the key earlier?” Sam asked. Colby let go of your hand and patted his pockets down, “No I don’t think I have it. Is it in your pockets?” He responded, recapturing your hand in his, knowing that you were still shaken up about getting lost. Sam flipped his jean pockets inside out, no key to be found. He began pulling everything out of his backpack, searching deep into the bag for the key.

“Let’s go back into the car maybe I left it in there.” Sam said, heading straight back to Colby’s car. You all got back in as the rain continued to pour, Sam searching every inch of the vehicle. “I can’t believe you lost the key Sam, first Y/n goes missing and now this?” Jake says from the backseat, obviously frustrated. “It’s not all my fault okay? You think I meant to lose the key?” Sam snapped back, the tension in the car rising. 

After a lot of searching, the key was no where to be found. Much to your dismay, you had to go back to the tent in the depths of the forest. You all huddle into the blue tent, slipping into your sleeping bags. It was only a few more hours until daylight, a few more hours before the suffering would end.

“I’m not going to let anything hurt you. I lost you once tonight and it was the scariest moment of my life. It’s not going to happen again, I promise.” Colby vowed, pulling you into his chest. You smiled at his kind words, despite how scared you were he always knew how to make you feel safe. “Thank you Colby, I love you so much.” You responded, nuzzling further into his chest. “I love you, to new beginnings.” He chuckled, referencing the tarot reading from earlier. “To new beginnings.” You agreed, sealing the deal with a kiss on the lips.

#colby brock #colby brock x reader #colby brock imagines #Sam and Colby #jake webber #Corey Scherer

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mars reads too much dreamnotfound fanfiction for their own good

a dreamnotfound fanfic recommendation list by your resident dumbass (me)

this took way to fucking long... i’m tired

below is a (very extensive) list dedicated to all my favorite dnf fics, ranging from quick one shots to 100k+ word monstrosities that devour the storage on my computer, forever incomplete masterpieces to ongoing works of art, you get the idea. i provided links for each fic/series for your reading pleasure. there will be no smutty/nsfw fics on this list, that’s just not my vibe lmao. this list goes in no particular order, and i’ll update it from time to time when i feel like it. now, without further ado, let us begin.

Heat Waves (complete) by tbhyourelame

(wtf else did you expect, looking at a dnf rec list?) amazingly well written, and while it’s not my favorite dnf fic it’s damn near close. in the midst of a brutal heatwave, a suffering dream comes to terms with the fact that he is desperately in love with his best friend. everything i could say about this fic has already been said by nearly everyone who’s read it, so if you haven’t yet caved into the hype, just go for it. you won’t be disappointed.

Gonna be around (completed) by georgescatcafe

(mc irl) my favorite dnf oneshot to date. just read it, i don’t wanna spoil for you :)

Inferno in the Sky (ongoing)by zairielon

(star wars au) an ongoing star wars au currently clocking in at almost 200k words. need I say more? everything about it absolutely slaps, each chapter is amazingly written, and it’s just good. also, can we just appreciate dream and tubbos dynamic in here? 10/10, amazing, must protecc. oh right, a summary: george, an exiled padawan turned engineer, must return to the jedi temple after attacks on it from an unknown assailant threaten the safety of himself and the other jedi.

Like Magic (ongoing) by KangarooKen, NotGra55 (Gra55)

(harry potter au) the unofficial official dnf harry potter au. we watch the young unlikely wizard pair grow up together throughout their years at hogwarts as they battle good old fashioned wizard racism. beautifully written, incredibly fun and suspenseful, and just an overall blast and a half.

GeorgeNotFound, Son of Poseidon, and the League of Minor Gods (ongoing) by Clichewho_69, Cygnvs, Trash_Kinggg

(percy jackson au) percy jackson au? check. “road trip” (technically quest but u get what i mean)? check. enemies to friends to lovers? check. this fic follows the plot of the lightning theif (albeit loosely), but everything is explained enough where you don’t have to read percy jackson to understand what’s going on. basically after moving to the usa, george gets taken to camp halfblood where he learns that a) gods exist. b) he’s the son of poseidon and c) he needs to prove that he didn’t steal zeus’s master bolt.

Protected (completed) by aenqua

(royalty/camelot au) my favorite piece of dnf media of all time. dubbed the official dnf camelot au, where dream is the heir to the throne and george is a servants son with a secret that couldp get him killed. these childhood friends grow up together and learn trust, love, and acceptance. (that summary did not justice to the masterpiece that is this fic) here’s the directors cut

The Hunter (completed) by HederEgo

(mc irl) a choose your own adventure fic with 13 different endings, where dream the hunter must kill george and stop him from beater the ender dragon. enough said.

The official dream team cowboy AU (series)(ongoing) by antsu_in_my_pantsu

(cowboy au) cowboys and outlaws horses and shit. and the big gay. it’s a cowboy au, what else did you expect? fucking yee haw (all seriousness this is a great read, i loved it so so so so much and i can’t wait for the final chapter to release).

This is a Drista moment, let's just accept it (completed) by Qekyo

dnf fic from drista pov. considering its unique perspective, it’s perfectly done. beautifully showcases a sibling relationship through drista and her memories/moments with dream, and it just works, y’a know? also drista supremacy.

Dear Dream (completed) by Qekyo

(wwii au) i don’t cry when watching/reading anything sad. translation: i’m a heartless bitch. however, this fic is the only exception. it caused me to cry so hard my mom walked in my room and asked if i was ok. ‘nuff said.

TECHNOlogical Wingman (completed) by Closeted_Bookworm

techno is the autocorrect ai on dreams phone, and he gains sentience. interesting concept, and the author fucking nailed it. great fic.

It Was Only a Fic (ongoing) by imagineitdear

dream starts reading a dnf fanfic (we’ve all been there buddy).

Teacher’s Pet (ongoing) by niyuha

(teacher au) in which dream is a high school english teacher and george is the new comp sci teacher in room 297.

Saltwater Secrets (ongoing) by earlgay_milktea

(mermaid/high school au) a great example of the shear amount of variety in fics this fandom has to offer. when i started reading dnf fics i would have never thought i’d find one about a mermaid george hopelessly crushing on his human friend, who happens to be his schools star swimmer. yet here i am, and i am far from disappointed.

Smash My Heart (incomplete) by dontrollthedice

george and sapnap are commentators for duper smash brothers tournaments, and george develops a crush on an up and coming smash streamer named dream.

roleplaying in the dark is harder than it seems (completed) by Alienu

laser tag. 10/10

solar system (completed) by quartzfia

(mc irl) george vists dream in pandora’s vault.

Ramblings of a Lunatic (completed) by jungkooksfic

ahh communicating through a notebook left on a shelf in a bookstore- what a perfect way to start a relationship.

Paint me like your French Girls (It's Charcoal, Actually) (completed) by Turtle_ier

(artist au) george is an art student, and dream is a model.

00:00:00 (completed) by isleofdreams

(soulmate au) 00:00:00 is the moment you meet your soulmate, as indicated but the clock ticking down on your wrist until the moment you meet. i’m not a fan of soulmate aus; this fic is the exception.

Blue Skies Smilin' At Me (completed) by kivy

(artist au) i don’t usually cry while reading stuff, but this brought me damn near close. george is a painting conservator and chats it is with the ghost of the artist if the painting he is working on. they fall in a love.

Current Location (incomplete) by hendollana

(influencer au) george simps for a hot american instagram model. who knew he’d actually follow back?

The Withering (series) (series ongoing, 1 work completed) by App1e_Juice

(mc irl) lore and world building and fight scenes and everything i crave. what’s not to love? something starts making the plants and crops around dreams village wither, and must team up with new friends to find the cause of the mysterious disease plaguing the land.

Minecraft, But You Can't Leave (complete) by facadecake

(mc irl) dream and george are sucked into their own private minecraft world together and must beat the game to escape.

Free The Game, Beat the End (incomplete) by goatgoatwasfound

(mc irl) a glitch in minecraft causes thousands of players from around the world to be trapped inside minecraft, with only one way of escape- beating the ender dragon. first dnf fic i ever read, and it’s still 10/10 for me.

Why don't you come a little closer? (completed) by lifeofandoms

george gets stood up by a date, and Dream pretends he’s the date to save george from the embarrassment. simply adorable.

lightning bug (completed) by saintachesP

(band au) while on tour, dream realizes his feeling for george.

Hold me closer (completed) by Treesofmyheart

(mc irl/dsmp) i just,, really like this trope.

Dizzy on caffeine (completed) by GleamingGreenGoggles

(coffee shop au) best dnf coffeeshop au i’ve read. periodt.

living a life of crime isn’t always easy (series) (completed) by itisjosh

(mafia/assassin au) stockholm syndrome except it’s not weird.

Inhibitions Make Interesting Situations (completed) by Ship_On_The_Sea

i pissed myself laughing. it’s just a dream and george being hilariously dense, flustered idiots. serotonin central.

thy eternal summer shall not fade (completed) by gracequills

(high school au) that moment when you recite shakespeare to your crush in your ap lit class instead of confessing (hate it when that happens).

All is Fair in love and Football (ongoing) by graciegirl2001

(college au) #1 favorite college au. in which george is a cheerleader, and dream is the football teams rising star player. this one gets extra points because of the amazing karlnap moments sprinkled throughout. *chefs kisses air*

online love (completed) by andbutso

(high school au) online classes go zoooooooom

Can’t help falling (completed) by isleofdreams

dream re-learns the guitar to sing to george on his birthday. beautiful. fluffy. amazing

dance in the rain and my arms (completed) by lazy_kitkat

george is a rain god, and dream is a wind god

Weather Boy (completed) by DaintyDiizzle

wouldn't you like to know, weather boy? (where dream can control the rain)

The color orange (completed) by anon

(mc irl) dream describes the colors of a sunset

Family Mode (completed)by Strawberry_flavoured_tears

they’re dads :,)

Breathing Room (incomplete) by papercranes

(band an) an amazing band au. the mad lad author wrote original songs for each chapter. above and beyond, mad props :). unfortunately, it’s incomplete

Piece of Clay (completed) by carbonbrine

(artist au) george is a sculptor and his sculpture comes to life- but oh no he’s hot.

Try (completed) by Not4typicalwriter

(royalty au) george must choose a suitor, but none of them are up to dream, his head knights, standards. or dream is hella jelly. also protective dream is perfect

When the Roses Bloom (completed) by HederEgo

(royalty au) close second for my favorite fic. go to royalty au for a quick serotonin bost. it’s all fluff and flowers and crushes, and i love it. criminally underrated.

Heavenstruck (ongoing) by dontrollthedice

george is dreams guardian angel, and dream want to find out more about him and his past life. bittersweet :,)

Bang and Burn (completed) by App1e_Juice

(spy au) george accidentally falls for target number 1 on sapnap’s secret agency’s hit list. this ones great, i love me a spy au :)

Can I get a uhh… (completed) by lemonskies

dream keeps pulling up to the drive through mcdonald’s that george works at drunk.

Pretty Stranger (completed) by anon

when looking for dream in the terminal, george sees a cute guy and decides to flirt.

Take my Hand (completed) by latinbias

(royalty au) another royalty au? poggers. surprise twists? double poggers. love this a lot.

seconds, minutes, hours, lifetimes (complete) by meridies

ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP *inhales to compose herself* roadtrip au. unrequited love, ignored feelings, longing, pining, you know the drill. absolutely love this one, its the best roadtrip au i have ever read, in any fandom. (maybe cause i identify with it a little too much, but thats not important. whats important is that you read this fic. right now. im waiting).

Message redacted (complete) by justyouraverageloser

(text fic) dream asks for a girls number and realises hes been given the wrong number. however, an unexpected relationship starts to form between him and the stranger on the other end of the line.

the waves (completed) by anon

(mc irl) this fic was written by the same anon who wrote the color orange, which is up there on my fav dnf oneshot list. dream and george know they have a higher purpose. they don’t know where they came from, or why they are seemingly the only humans in the world, or how they feel about eachother, or even where the skeletons come from, but they are sure of one thing: they have to beat a dragon.

The Dream Doll (completed) by PeppDream (Pep_Pizza)

(voodoo i guess) i’m a real big fan of fics with really out there or unique concepts, so naturally this one makes the cut! i really liked it, it’s really sweet and made me think a lot about what matters to me in the world. george finds a strange doll in an antique shop, and would really like to just stuff it in a drawer and forget about it. sadly (?), the doll has other plans.

last updated February 6th, 2021

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[pinkysberg]

adrian chase sfw alphabet

uh oh I'm obsessed with him. also this is gender neutral and i have written him kind of autistic bc i am autistic so. if u r looking for autistic adrian uhh i don't know here ig. *edit: i read this back again and there r so many typos n minor mistakes lmao. i write high and “proof read” high so. <3

adrian chase x reader (gender neutral) 2.4k words

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Adrian isn’t overtly affectionate. He’s honest and blunt about how he feels about the people around him, and likes to talk up those he cares about. He’s big on words of affirmation and quality time. Though, he’d be lying if he didn’t enjoy physicality to a degree, he’s just less likely to initiate it until he begins to notice it might be someone you enjoy or becomes built into his relative routine.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Adrian likely meets you in at least one of his lines of work, and finds you just about as appealing as he finds Chris (maybe even more so but don’t tell Chris (Chris doesn’t care)). Any free time Adrian has, it’s spent around you. He obviously enjoys being around the people he cares about as often as they’re willing to allow him to be around. He’s going to spam your phone with memes, tiktoks, links whatever that remind him of you, or he thinks you’d laugh at, or just things he personally enjoyed, who knows if you care at all! He just wants to show it to you. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

If cuddling is something you enjoy, he’s always prepared. If it becomes routine, he’ll begin asking for it. If you initiate it, it’s likely he’ll want to hold you, wether it be him being big spoon or him wrapping his arms around you while you lie on his chest. He likes to feel like he’s protecting you, making you feel safe. But if he initiates it, it’s likely he’ll want to be held. Wants to rest his head in your lap, arms twisted loosely around your middle. Sometimes he needs to be held for a little while after particularly hard days at work (whatever job it may pertain to that day)

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

If you asked Adrian if he ever wanted to settle down, he’d say he hasn’t thought of it and he’s far too busy with Vigilante (and he’s depended on around here, you know!!) to settle down any time soon. He also can’t cook. He’s a toaster and microwave meal kind of guy, for the sake of convenience more than anything but after relying on them for so long and never really developing any real cooking skills he’s a bit hopeless in the kitchen. (Does like to pester you if you’re in the kitchen though. Head resting on your shoulder at the stove or sink type of deal. Lots of questions about what exactly you’re doing). He is very clean though. The cleanliness of his space matters to him, and he’s gotten very good at getting almost anything out of his clothing. (for multiple reasons) He’s a stress cleaner, and he also must ensure everything is in it’s place. Wherever that may be. I mean, practically the first scene we see him in, he’s cleaning Chris’s place for him. 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Once he’s settled into a relationship, it’s unlikely he’d ever make the decision to leave himself. You’d struggle to get rid of him if that’s what you wanted. If he was ever in a position where he was breaking up with someone he’d go to Chris, who’d redirect him to Amelia, who would redirect again to Leota who would immediately tell Adrian he cannot kill someone as a way of ending a relationship.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Despite not wanting to settle down, Adrian just views marriage as a level up. It doesn’t necessarily mean to him that he has to settle down, so the moment he feels he’s wanting to get more serious with you, can imagine himself doing this for the rest of time, he’s getting on his knee. It may come super rushed or several years in. Its unlikely that it’d change his demeanour in the relationship outside of him leaning into saying cheesy things about you two being married every other sentence. He’d get a kick out of introducing you to people as his fiance(e) and eventually his spouse, he’d want to tell everyone. He doesn’t necessarily treat marriage as seriously as everyone else, but he does understand it’s significance to others, so when he’s finally married he does enjoy the idea of being someone’s husband. Makes him feel special. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Almost shockingly gentle. For someone very capable of harm, he has a delicate touch when necessary. He’s stronger than he appears and his general dorkiness takes the edge off his extremely violent tendencies. But he is still very capable of being dangerous, so his soft touch comes as a welcome surprise. Enjoys dragging his fingertips in gentle patterns on your skin, or absently musing with fly away hairs around your hairline. He’s not the most emotionally gentle individual, given he has his own unique way of experiencing emotions, he comes off both blunt and oblivious, but at his core he means well and is genuine.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Initially, not a hugger. He seemed to lock up and get tense, a brief embrace with a slight pat on the back and that was it. However, once he warms up to physical contact, he actually really likes hugs. He loves to bear hug people and attempt to lift them, no matter how heavy they may be. He has yet to get Chris more than half an inch off the ground but by God, does the man try. He also loves goodbye hugs, likes to bury his face in the juncture of your neck, arms wrapped as tight as he can get them around your middle. He’ll squeeze you and take a deep breath before withdrawing and taking off. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He throws I Love Yous around like candy. It’s almost synonymous with thank you. He’ll say I love you if you bring him a snack, hand him something, listen to his cool fact, laugh at his joke, hold the door open for him. It’s significant to him but in the same breath, will say it for very minor reasons, so it comes out pretty fast.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Adrian isn’t an overtly jealous person. He struggles with making genuine connections, so he gets possessive of the connections he is able to make, but he’s unlikely to recognize it as jealousy and wouldn’t make it anyone else’s problem. But he will compete for attention if he feels you’re paying him less attention than you usually do.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Loves kissing. It’s one of his favourite pass-times. He likes to kiss hello, kiss goodbye, kiss good morning and kiss goodnight. Casual make out sessions are unmatched for him. There’s something very comfort about hands cradling his jaw, or brushing his hair backward as his lips work against yours slowly. He has a hard time stopping once he’s started, you’ll have to pull away and that’s when he’ll breathe out, “one more.” and press several more short kisses to your lips (and surrounding face) before reluctantly releasing you.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Keep your kids away from this man, he’s a public safety concern. Great with kids under supervision, likes to play and indulge them in their games but also would offer to let them blow up appliances until an responsible adult intervenes.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Adrian has a pretty strict morning routine, he likes to wake up at the same time and get through his same sequence of tasks (awake at 5:30am, 30 minute work out, shower, plain omelette with black coffee, and brush teeth) and would prefer to complete them in the same order each day. This way he doesn’t miss anything. He tries to lift himself out of bed without disturbing you, padding out of the room as silently as he can. He gets through his tasks as quietly as he can too. Once he gets through this, though, he’ll flop back into bed on his front if you’re still there, resting his head on your chest or stomach. He’d hum quietly as you move to brush a hand through his hair. “Morning.” He mumbles, muffled by your pyjamas and sheets. Once you’re out of bed, he makes the bed every morning. (It’s very important to him)

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Much like the morning, he has a routine but its much less intense. He likes to shower again -  because he insists he doesn’t want to take day dirt into the bed - and brush his teeth. He likes to turn the bed down himself, he feels quite particular about how the sheets are laying against him while he’s settling into bed. Once he gets settled, he’ll likely try and (not so) subtly ask you to kiss him a while before you two fall asleep. 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

For someone who talks so much he doesn’t say much. Getting anything sincere out of Adrian is like pulling teeth. He struggles with being vulnerable because he’s used to having his unconventional feelings belittled or laughed at. He tends to use his chattiness and general humour as a way to avoid having to figure out how to communicate his feelings. He’s slow to give away personal details, his privacy matters a lot to him. However, he’s also loose lipped so he is prone to dropping random details about himself but finds a way to dance around elaborating if he’s pressed about it. It’s not that he doesn’t want to tell you things, more so he’s not sure when or how is the right way after rarely having his feelings validated.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Excessively patient. Rarely angry. He’s a gentle soul at his core, in some strange way. It takes an immense amount to get under his skin and even if you do he’s pretty quick to get over the matter too, almost forgetting he’s mad in the first place. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Adrian has remembered every single detail about you, wether it’s something he notices himself or something he’s told it is locked away for good. He could clear a jeopardy board on facts about you with ease. Even if it’s something minor you can’t imagine mattering much, like a particular movie you enjoyed as a kid, he comes to you randomly with some old t-shirt with the movie title screen printed onto it, he says he found it at a thrift store and remembered you liked the movie. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Adrian remembers the moment you learned he was Vigilante and didn’t leave or resent it for him as a highlight. His identity as Vigilante is important to him, it’s significant and it’s something that often hinders his ability to form real connections with people. So, when you accepted him as he is, it was all he could do but sweep you up in a dramatic hug and press a flurry of kisses around your face as you fight back laughter.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Adrian can borderline on smothering with the degree of protectiveness he goes to. Likes to know where you are, is where you are safe? Do you have all the things you need, will you be warm enough? He goes to great lengths to ensure that you not only feel safe but that he feels like he’s keeping you safe. He would insist, however, he doesn’t need anyone to look after him. And while he does take pretty good care of himself, he doesn’t mind being doted on. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Maximum effort at all times. Adrian has never half assed anything in his life and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t give you 200% effort every day. He loves to plan flashy, ridiculous dates (sometimes you even have to talk his plan down when he gets too ahead of himself and starts suggesting things out of your scope of capability). Acts of service are a love language for Adrian, so he’s always doing something kind for you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He has an awful work life balance. He has spent most of his time at work or being Vigilante, so he struggles with working time for you into his schedule initially. It’s not that he doesn’t want to spend his time with you, he’s just slow to adapt to new life situations.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Despite being almost criminally adorable, he does not know nor care. He likes to look presentable, clean and orderly, but generally speaking he doesn’t pay much attention to looking nice. Outside of his very strict fitness routine but that’s because he has to keep up with Chris, okay.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Once he’s more or less incorporated you into his life, he’d have a hard time restructuring his life without you. He’s a slow adjuster always, and losing you would be no different. So he definitely clings to the relationship as best he can.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Has a pet rat :) Introducing you to the rat is like introducing you to a child. 

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[angelofbloodlust]

Bunny (Billy Loomis x Reader)

A/N: Long time, no see, y’all 😳 sorry for my disappearance, I’ve been going through quite a lot but I’m happy to be back! I apologize if this story isn’t the best, it’s been a long time since I’ve written something like this and I’m still trying to get back in my groove- but if this ends up being well-received I’d be happy to try writing a part 2! <3 hope u guys enjoy!!

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Your eyes scan over the backyard of the tan house sat in front of you once more, zoning in heavily on the blackened windows as your boots take hesitant steps forward towards the home of your fellow peer that you’ve been watching for weeks now. Shallow breaths escape you as your chest begins to pound, a flurry of both panicked and thrilled emotions swarming your stomach as your hand tightens on the butcher knife in your hold.

You were finally about to experience your first kill, after taking so many precautions and endless planning. You figured now would be the perfect time with the other murders that has had Woodsboro in chaos, the police department has already got themselves absorbed in solving the murders of Casey and Steve, if you manage to get through this unscathed you could easily let the other nutjob take the blame and get to work on your next plan.

But, that’s easier said than done.

You suck in a breath through your nostrils as you cautiously approach the cracked window ahead of you, the one you’ve witnessed be pushed open by the student’s mother each night before bed, just like clockwork. Though of course, you ensured that neither of her parents would be home that night, and you were glad they were dumb enough to trust their daughter enough to be able to defend herself with a psychopath on the loose.

Your teeth remain clenched as you slowly lift yourself up and climb through the window after pushing it open, being careful to not let your costume get caught and allowing your jaw to relax once you step from the marble of the countertops down to the wooden plank flooring below. Anxiousness to get upstairs and cut the girl’s head off stabs at you as your eyes find the stairs from your view out of the kitchen, though you force yourself to keep your pace as you take light steps on your path towards your goal, and feel relief at the fact none of the floorboards have creaked so far. Annoyance swiftly follows after as you notice the stairs aren’t carpeted, internally grumbling a couple curses while readying yourself to have to take your backup plan in case you accidentally make a noise and wake the girl up.

You make your way up slowly, begging in your mind for each step not to creak, and as you’ve made walked up all but 2 steps, you can’t help but feel a smug grin curl over your lips underneath your mask as you relish in the fact that everything’s gone so smoothly.

And immediately you regret that thought, once you and the short brunette standing in front of the bathroom door both freeze up in shock from the sight of the other.

“Shit, you’re not supposed to be awake!” You groan out, scowling at yourself once you process that you accidentally said that out loud.

Your body tenses as your words seem to have triggered the girl out of her state of shock, a blood-curling wail slipping from her lips at the sight of the knife in your hand before she runs to attempt scampering back into her bedroom to hide from you, sobs and screams pouring from her as you growl under your breath while bolting up the last couple steps and over the carpet towards her.

“Stop yelling!” You whine in panic from her loudness, before narrowing your eyes at your sudden idiocy with the situation. Why the fuck would she listen to you?!

A frustrated huff leaves you as she manages to slam the door on you, leaving you to violently push and slam on the now locked door while spilling out any indecent word your brain can think of in the moment. How could this have gone any worse? Your plan was all for nothing now!

Anxiety twirls in your gut as you look between the door and the stairs, having to make a quick decision as you’re sure the cops have been called by now and won’t take long to arrive. You exhale out, before making the final call to abandon the plan and speed back down the stairs, hopping over anything in your way as you head into the kitchen and back out the window.

Brief relief hits you as the soles of your shoes meet the grass again, taking a swift glance behind you while running for the patch of woods ahead of you. Your exhale out is interrupted as you suddenly collide into something, which you thought was a tree for a split second until the object ahead of you slips out a grunt once they stumble back slightly.

You look back forward in surprise, shock waving you as your vision is taken up by the same white and black mask morphed into a scream that you previously slipped on after making the discovery the other killer had worn it. A squeak leaves your lips as the man in front of you takes a rough grip on your upper arms, shifting around to face your towards the woods and push you forward as he gives a huff out.

“Go, I’m not gonna let you get us caught.” He hisses out, balling the back of your costume into his fist to ensure you keep moving as he leads you further way from the house while you struggle to wrap your head around what’s happening.

“H-How did you know I was-”

“We were in the area prepping, and we could hear that bitch’s scream from a mile away.” He huffs in response.

“Oh..” You mumble, embarrassment now filling your cheeks as he continues to guide you like you’re a disobedient child, wanting to pull from his grip but feeling unsure of how he might react. “...Did you say we?” You question suddenly as you shift your head to look back to him.

“Yes. No more questions, I think I have a right to be the one questioning you instead. Who the fuck are you?” He asks in a strict tone, and despite his mask covering his expression, you could somehow feel the rage radiating off of him at your presence.

You narrow your hidden eyes, “Why would I tell you that?? I don’t even know who you are!”

“I said no more questions.”

“I think it’s a pretty reasonable one if you’re gonna only ask questions I don’t wanna answer!”

“Fine, if that’s how you want to be then we can both remain anonymous. How about this, instead?” He hums, “Did you even kill her? I don’t see any blood on you.”

“..No.. She locked the door on me before I could grab her, I wanted to kill her in her sleep but she was awake once I got inside.” You admit in a sheepish mumble.

He scoffs, “A door stopped you?” You scowl as he chuckles in amusement at your actions. “I suppose that’s reasonable, you are pretty small. Wouldn’t expect you to be able to be able to break it down.” He teases, causing you to grumble out as you wiggle from his grip and turn to face him.

“Hey, it was my first time, and I was panicking! Take it easy on me.” You demand with a pout.

He crosses his arms as he looks down to you, “Tsk, you tried to do it all on your own? No wonder you failed.”

“I spent months planning it, I thought I would’ve done well..” Your voice cracks through your sentence, leaving you to attempt sighing away your urge to cry while you turn back to keep walking, your eyes sticking down to watch your steps while the man with you gives an exhale as he follows at your side.

“Alright, alright, I’ll quit being so harsh. But it takes someone naturally skilled to be able to do it on their own, you know? You think you have everything you need, but even the littlest thing that doesn’t go to plan can fuck it all up. Maybe for you, you just need a bit of teaching to make sure you’re ready for anything.” He shrugs.

“Are you.. offering to help me?” You question gently through the mix of shock and confusion in your chest as to why this stranger is willing to take you under his wing, tilting your head slightly up to him.

“Maybe. But you need to prove that you’re serious about this.”

You begin to question him on how you can prove it, before stopping at the beginning of your sentence once the two of you cross through the patch of woods and up to a parked car on the lone street in front of you. An unsure sensation fills your gut as he makes you stay back while he walks over to the driver’s side window, and you begin to question to yourself if this might really be a safe decision to go with the psychopaths that you were about to frame.. But at the same time, this might be your real chance to be able to finally learn the proper ways of murder.

Soon enough, he walks back over to you and gestures to your mask. “To go any further with this, I need to see your face if you’re going to see ours. It’s only fair.” He requests you in a calm tone, and you hesitate as you frown as you pick up sudden worried thoughts. What if he just wanted to be able to rat you out and let you take blame for everything?

“Hey, you know you haven’t really proved your loyalty to me, either.. What if-”

You freeze as his hand reaches up for his own mask, watching him pull it off to reveal his cold, yet neutral expression as the guy you recognize to be Billy Loomis from your school stands in front of you. Your face reddens at the sight, you know him enough about him to have a thorough crush on him, though you suppose you didn’t know him quite enough to have realized that part of the reason you had been so drawn to him was the fact you were more alike than you had known.

“I’m risking everything for this. Do you know how much this could fuck up everything with us letting you in?” He sighs, and you watch as his lips form in a displeased pout. “The last thing I want is you getting caught doing this dumb shit, and if you’re going to steal our costume you at least need to not act like a moron while you’re in it.” He huffs with narrowed eyes.

“God- fuck, whatever. If you guys end up killing me, I have nothing to lose.” You grumble as you pull off your mask, holding your own pout while he takes up a smirk while looking you over.

“Just as cute as I expected you to be, bunny.” He purrs out in a playful tone, which causes you to give him a questioning expression through your heated cheeks at the nickname.

“Bunny?”

“You’re small, cute and quick. Like a bunny.” He grins.

“I will actually deck you if you call me that again.” You hiss out while he starts to lead you towards the car.

“No, you won’t. I could tell you liked it.” He chimes in a proud tone, laughing out once you reach to smack his arm with your face on fire.

“Shut your mouth, Loomis! You’re so annoying!” You whine as your voice pitches up with your embarrassment.

“Get your ass in the car, Y/N.” He snorts out as he nudges you towards the backseat.

“..You know my name?”

“You’re in my Physics class. I recognize you.” He chuckles gently, flashing you a brief smile before slipping into the passenger’s seat.

“Oh.” You hum, feeling content as you feel joy at the fact that he recognizes you, holding your own smile as you get into the back of the car before pausing once Stu Macher shoots you a grin from the driver’s seat.

“Hey, Y/N! Billy says you wanna join us, that true?” He asks through his classic happy tone, starting up the car while you manage to get yourself to nod as you confirm to yourself that the man you had only ever expected to be the class clown to be Billy’s partner in crime, though you weren’t entirely sure why you were caught off guard with the insane amount of loyalty Stu’s always shown to Billy over the years you’ve watched them be friends.

“Yeah.. Uh, sorry, I wasn’t expecting to see you. Didn’t think you were this kinda guy.” You snicker.

He gives an unbothered shrug, “Well, people always have their secrets, don’t they?” He chuckles, causing you to quirk an eyebrow once he flashes a grin over to Billy and laughing out once he smacks his shoulder in a manner to tell him to shut up. Stu smiles back at you again through the rear-view mirror, “It’s nice to have ya join us, though. I’m sure it’ll be real fun for the three of us.” He purrs, and you can’t help but get an unsettling feeling from the tinge of malice in his smirk, which you couldn’t tell if it was meant to be towards you.

You could only hope not.

#scream 1996 #scream #billy loomis #stu macher #billy loomis and stu macher #billy loomis x reader #slasher x reader #ghostface x reader #slasher x you #hopefully this ain’t too bad I wrote it all in one sitting 😭

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Natural (Fire Force)

Summary: Viktor admits to Shinra that he hates his natural laugh. This, of course, is a huge mistake.

A/N: My first full-length Fire Force fic! I honestly think Shinra and Viktor are tied for my favorite character from the series, and when I thought "I want to write for them!" this was the result! Enjoy! ^^

Word Count: 2,015

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“Shinra?”

Shinra snapped out of his wandering thoughts, his eyes glancing up to lock with those of Viktor Licht’s. As soon as he saw the scientist’s confused but amused look, he knew he’d been caught staring. He blushed and cleared his throat.

“Is there something you want to say to me?” Viktor asked.

“N-No. I’m sorry, I was just…thinking.” Shinra’s eyes flicked back down to the taller man’s torso and frowned, suddenly seeming concerned. “Do you eat?”

Taken by complete surprise, Viktor blinked a few times. “What? Of course I do.”

“But you’re so little.” Shinra caught himself. “Ah! Not that that’s a bad thing!”

Viktor shrugged nonchalantly. “I guess I’m just naturally slender. I’ve been this way my whole life. But I do eat, I promise.”

Shinra nodded, relieved. Still, he couldn’t help but take a step closer. “I feel like I could break one of your ribs with my thumb.” Without entirely realizing what he was doing, he reached beyond Viktor’s lab coat to grab onto his ribs, his thumb digging in deep between them.

At the loud shriek Viktor let loose, for a horrifying moment Shinra thought he actually had broken his rib that easily. But when he saw the enormous grin on his friend’s face, he paused while his brain did a U-turn and started running off in the opposite direction.

“Dude, what was that?” the fire soldier asked, a devilish grin beginning to creep across his face. “Are you ticklish?”

“No!” Viktor protested in a cracking voice, another surprised cry escaping him when Shinra grabbed onto both sets of ribs this time. The scientist’s knees gave out immediately; he struggled to remain upright as he pushed and shoved weakly at his assailant, unstoppable giggles flowing out of him like a river from a burst dam. “StohohoHOHOP it—!” He slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle himself, twisting and writhing in Shinra’s grasp.

Shinra laughed along with him. “You’re so easy to tickle! You’re all ribs, Viktor!”

Viktor snorted through his cackles, instantly looking mortified and torn between covering up his face entirely or trying to push Shinra away even harder.

“Was that a snort?” Shinra teased, grinning at him. “That was hilarious!”

Viktor reached down and grabbed onto his wrists desperately, digging his nails into Shinra’s skin as he screamed, “STOHOHOHOHOP!!”

Shinra stopped, a jolt of panic shooting through him. Viktor’s voice had come out sounding so scared – and now the man was shoving away from him, turning his back, wrapping his arms around himself protectively. The fire soldier felt awful. “I’m…I’m sorry,” he said. “I should have stopped the first time you said to. I didn’t know…”

Viktor remained silent.

Shinra bowed in apology. “I’m sorry, Viktor. Really.”

“It’s fine,” the scientist murmured, though it was clear from his small voice that it wasn’t fine. “Guess you know what my stupid laugh sounds like now. Can’t change that.”

“Stupid?” Shinra straightened, frowning. “Your laugh isn’t stupid.”

“Yes, it is.” Viktor finally turned back around slightly, enough for the fire soldier to see his face. “You heard it. It’s messy and dorky. It’s not attractive at all.”

“Whaaaat? Are you being serious right now? Your laugh is awesome!”

Viktor sighed. He leaned down to begin picking up the papers he’d dropped in his frenzy to get away. “You don’t have to be nice about it. I know it sounds bad.”

Shinra frowned. He walked up to Viktor and shook him by the shoulder, making him look up. “Viktor. Your laugh is not stupid. It’s awesome. I really like it.”

Viktor’s eyes didn’t change; a clear sign that he was unmoved by the proclamation. “Help me pick these up, would you?”

With a frown, Shinra did as he was asked. The two of them worked in silence for a long moment as they picked up the scattered papers together. Viktor was reaching to take the stack Shinra offered him when the fire solider suddenly pulled them out of his grasp and asked, “Do you seriously hate your laugh that much?”

Viktor pressed his lips together. He reached out his hand, waiting expectantly. Finally Shinra handed him the stack, and the scientist spoke. “When I’m being tickled, I can’t control my laughter like I can in other situations. It comes out differently and it sounds awful. I know it does. I don’t hate my laugh…just the one I can’t control.”

“So, your natural laugh.” Shinra crossed his arms. “But I’m telling you, your laugh doesn’t sound stupid. It’s great! I love hearing people’s uncontrollable laughter. It’s different for everyone. Yours is all over the place because that’s just who you are. You don’t hate who you are, do you?”

Viktor placed his papers on his desk, sighed, and gave Shinra a resigned look. “No.”

“Good.” Flashing a smile, he continued, “Do you not like being tickled in general, or just because it makes you laugh uncontrollably? If you don’t like it at all, I promise I’ll never do it again.”

“…and if it’s just because of my laugh?”

Shinra grinned even wider. “Then I’m going to tickle you again. Right now.”

Viktor’s eyes widened. He took a step back, a faint pink blush tinting his cheeks. “W-Well, I wouldn’t say I like it or anything, but I don’t really hate it either, so…b-but that’s not an invitation to try anything! I’m just explaining the facts…”

He was rambling, which meant he was feeling more like himself again, which immediately put Shinra at ease.

“Sorry, Licht,” he said, cracking his knuckles, “but I’m afraid I have to do this. For science.”

Viktor was expecting Shinra to come at him directly, so he flinched, letting out a yelp. He was not at all prepared for the ground to fall out from under him when the fire soldier swept his feet off the floor, making him crash in a heap. Before he could sit up again, Shinra flipped him over onto his stomach, grabbed his arms, and pinned his wrists behind his back, holding them firmly in place.

“Shinra!” Viktor squeaked, struggling uselessly in his friend’s iron grip. “W-What are you doing?”

Shinra settled himself in a loose straddle over Viktor’s hips, reaching down with his free hand to dig into his unprotected ribs. “I told you, I’m tickling you again.”

Now unable to get away at all or cover up his embarrassing laughter, Viktor squealed and exploded with screechy, uncoordinated giggles, kicking his legs behind him desperately. He’d barely begun laughing before he was snorting again – this time consistently along with the rest of his hysterics.

“S-SHIHIHINRA!!” he cried, trying to hide his face by pressing his forehead to the floor but finding that his body was reacting on its own now, keeping him turned to the side so he could gasp in more oxygen to laugh with. “EHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!! NOT THE RIHIHIHIHIHIHIBS!!”

“They seem to be pretty ticklish, though,” Shinra teased with a shrug. “And it’s making you laugh naturally, which is exactly what I want to hear.” Viktor snorted in the middle of a loud whine, making the fire soldier giggle along with him. “This is hilarious in the best way possible. I’m serious, Viktor – I really like your laugh. Your genuine laugh.”

The scientist kicked frantically, unable to do anything more than lay there and take it. He squealed and screeched and laughed and hiccupped and snorted – all of it random and uncoordinated and messy. He was thoroughly embarrassed, but Shinra seemed to genuinely be having a great time making him react this way. It was a weird, confusing combination of feelings all at once.

One thing he knew for sure, though – one thing that overrode everything else he was feeling – was that this tickled like crazy, and he was quickly becoming desperate for it to stop.

It was at this moment that Shinra decided to take it a step further. “Hey, does teasing work on you?”

“WHAHAHAHAHAHAHA?! NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Viktor pleaded in a voice that clearly betrayed that it would, in fact, work on him.

“No? You sure?” Shinra quickly switched hands, reaching to tickle his friend’s other set of ribs, even beginning to scribble and dig up toward his underarms. “Do you have any more tickle spots? Hmm? Any place I should tickle you until there’s no tomorrow?”

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHA SHINRAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!” Viktor laughed so hard he practically wheezed, snorting loudly and blushing furiously when his friend giggled again.

“Well? Answer my question or I’ll find out for myself~” Shinra kept his arms pinned firmly behind his back as he rolled him onto his side just enough to scribble at his open belly and sides. “You’re not really protesting anymore~ Are you coming around to my way of thinking?”

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Now unable to hide his face even a little bit, Viktor’s dark blush and wide smile were on full display for Shinra to see. The fire soldier found his belly button and wiggled into it, making him spasm and laugh in his throat – yet another layer of his natural laugh to make him embarrassed beyond belief. “PLEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! LEHEHEHEHET ME GO, SHINRA – PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

“Hmm…” Shinra slowed his tickling to a gradual stop but never let go of his wiry friend. “I’ll stop if you really want me to, but I love all the different noises I’m getting out of you. I wonder if there’s a really good spot that’ll make you make a sound I haven’t heard before?”

“Y-You’re…enjoying this, aren’t you?” Viktor muttered between gasps for air, smiling ruefully. “I’m not surprised. You seem like the type to have fun tickling me to death.”

Shinra smirked at him. “To death? No way. Just until you’re laughing so hard you can’t even think about being embarrassed anymore.”

Viktor squirmed on the floor. “That’s enough experimenting for one day, don’t you think? Unless you intend to get it all out now and make it even worse for me later.”

In the silence that followed, the scientist slowly realized what he’d implied.

He snapped his eyes up to Shinra.

Shinra was grinning like the devil he was.

“T-That…I didn’t mean anything by that,” he said quickly, huffing into the floor. “Just let me go, all right? Please?”

“Are you sure you want me to?” Shinra chuckled, wiggling a finger into his navel again. “Sounds like you’re finally coming around.”

Viktor snorted another laugh, too weakened by the first round to do much more than squirm. “I tohohohold you I dihihidn’t hahahate it, but I dohohohohon’t love it, either! Thahahahat’s enough for todahahahahay! Please – eeep!” He squeaked when the fire soldier wiggled between his ribs again. “Plehehease let me go! Seheheheheriously! Shinra!”

“All right, all right,” Shinra relented with a grin, finally letting him go and climbing off of him. “I’ll let you go for now. But you have to promise you won’t be so mean to yourself anymore, okay?”

“W-What? Mean?” Viktor stammered, taking Shinra’s offered hand in confusion. He brushed the dirt from his lab coat.

“Please don’t be embarrassed by your natural laugh, Viktor,” Shinra said sincerely. “I really like it. It’s fun to listen to. Even more fun to tickle out of you~”

“Don’t—!” Viktor scrambled back when his friend wiggled his fingers at him again, a smile on his face despite himself. “You really are a devil.”

“That’s what they keep saying.” Shinra chuckled. “Might as well play it up a little.”

“Just don’t get in over your head.” Viktor’s sudden confidence threw Shinra off a little, making him blink in confusion at the smirk the scientist wore now. “I might be a little uncomfortable with tickling since it makes me laugh uncontrollably, but I have no problem whatsoever turning the tables on folks who deserve it.”

Shinra laughed. The threat was the furthest thing from scary coming from Viktor Licht, but he was happy to see his friend acting more like himself with every minute that passed. “Yeah? I’d like to see you try and take me down.”

Viktor grinned at him, and Shinra couldn’t be happier to be the cause of that smile.

#fanfiction #tickle fic #fire force #shinra kusakabe #viktor licht #friends #playful #encouraging #tickling #ticklish #tickle

[mango-bango-bby]

I have a shigaraki request. Can u do him with a s/o who loves to play overwatch, and one day someone messages them smth mean and makes the reader loose confidence. 🙏💖

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(A/N: I’m posting another fic today cause I feel like it 🥰🥰 And I don’t have very many haikyuu requests so I wrote this one, hope y’all haikyuu fans will forgive me 🥺💖)

Content Warning ⚠️: Someone is mean to you, but other than that just fluffy fluff

Summary: Someone messages you something rude while you play games (Yan!Shigaraki x GN!Reader)

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You lean up against Tomura’s chest, happily clacking away on your handheld. Tomura gently rests his head in your shoulder, hugging your waist and gently rubbing a thumb over your hip, with his gloves on of course.

Tomura recently got you a handheld of your own so you wouldn’t be bored because you can’t go anywhere whenever he’s gone. And you loved it!

You continue clicking away before the round of the game is over, ready to begin another game only for a small notification to pop up in the corner of the screen.

 Tomura wasn’t exactly fond of the fact that your console had internet access, he never wanted to share you or for you to even talk to anyone else.

You hand over the device to Tomura, knowing for a fact that if you responded to them yourself he would most likely punish you. Taking away your games a and other possible privileges.

Tomura takes the device out of your hands, happy that you follow his rules. He holds the device in his hands, clicking away to get to the recent messages. Tomura skims through the message, you reading it as well.

‘hope you die asshole you fucking suck’

Tomura lets out a tch’ at the message, the person who sent this to you was clearly on the apposing team last round and was angry that they lost. Tomura simply blocks the user before handing you back your handheld.

Tomura knows that words can often affect you, he didn’t understand why but he knew that you were sensitive. Any small words could break you, hence why Tomura has to protect you.

Instead of playing another round as you normally would, you instead save your data before shutting off the device, setting it down on the bed next to you two. You may seem like you just got tired of playing, although Tomura knew you better than that. Every single move told Tomura how you felt, he always knew.

“You’re not going let a bastard actually get you down, are you?” Tomura speaks, although his tone and words are a little bit harsh. You’ve spent enough time with Tomura to know that those words mean well.

Tomura buries his face into your neck, “Y’know you can’t let some asshole mess with you. And if it really bothers you that much I could just kill them for you” He shrugs, watching you pick back up your handheld quietly before starting a new game.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

#soft yandere #yandere bnha #yandere shigaraki #yandere shigaraki x reader #yandere!shigaraki #yandere tomura #yandere tomura x reader #yandere!tomura

[oblxvion]

euphoric | eren jaeger (1)

-> pairing: eren jaeger x f!reader

-> wc: 5.4k

-> warnings: use of marijuana, smut, praise kink, degradation kink, spit kink, oral (f and m receiving), fluff

you were stressed. it was almost the end of the term, and you had spent the past two weeks studying and prepping for your exams because you needed those grades. you had been slipping a lot in your classes but you managed to bring your grades up with the help of your good friend armin. he was extremely smart and honestly, without him, you didn't even want to think about what your grades would be.

“ugh, sasha, i can’t study any more.” you groaned, bringing you head down to into the vast sea of review that you had been going over as per armin’s request. “i need a break, i feel like my brain is going to fucking explode.”

sasha looked over up from her phone and laughed. “it’s gonna be worth it, i promise. once you finish these exams, you’ll be able to relax for a bit. do you wanna smoke later ‘cause we’re all getting together later at eren’s, i forgot to tell you.”

you hadn’t checked your phone in the past few hours so you didn't know that there were plans that had been made. 

you didn’t move your head as you contemplated the thought, it sounded like fun to see everyone and ignore the work you had for at least a bit. exams weren’t for another week and a half, so you should be fine.

“yeah, i'll come.”

“yay! i’ll text the group chat and let them know that we’re gonna leave at around 6.” she squeals as she grabs her phone and starts typing away a text that you soon receive as well.

“ok, i need to nap first. plus it’s like 4 so i’m gonna pass out for a bit.” you got up from the kitchen table and made your way over to your bedroom, beginning to get comfortable. “wake me up at 5.” you yelled so she could hear from her room.

“you got it.” sasha yelled back. you could tell that she said that with food in her mouth. 

“typical.” you chuckled as you felt your body drift off to sleep.

“y/n! hey! wake up! it’s 5:30. i lost track of the time.” sasha tried to shake you awake in which you grumbled in response. 

“ugh, ur so timely.” you joked as you made your way out of your room, and into the shared bathroom. wow i look like shit you thought to yourself as you turned from side to side trying to see all of what you looked like in your oversized sweatshirt and shorts.

there was not enough time for you to get ready to look at least presentable, but you felt gross so you turned on the shower and threw your clothes into your hamper. you put on some music because who showers without music and you made sure to shave because it had been awhile since you had and you wanted to feel clean.

once you had finished, you grabbed a towel and checked the time on your phone. 5:40. perfect.

“y/n, we have like 20 minutes,” sasha called from her room. “do you think you can be ready by then?”

“yeah, i just need to dry my hair and throw on some clothes and i should be good.” you said as you walked into her room, she was pretty much ready to go, and dressed in shorts and a baggy t-shirt. no one really dressed up for these sessions because everyone was already super comfortable with each other.

“ok i’m gonna go change, i don't know if i’ll have enough time to dry my hair though.” 

“you’ll be fine. plus, we can be a bit late, they wouldn’t start without us anyways.” she says with a smile as she puts on a sweatshirt.

you made your way back to your room and threw on a pair of sweatpants, a loose fitting tank top and your favorite pullover. as you made your way back to the bathroom to dry your hair, you found yourself stressing once again about your exams to which you took a deep breathe and reminded yourself that you needed to relax and this was a well deserved break. 

after you finished drying your hair, you quickly ran a brush through it, and put on some deodorant along with your favorite perfume.

“ok sash, i’m ready.” you called from the bathroom as you fixed your appearance for the last time. 

“perfect! i ordered us an uber because i don’t really wanna drive and i know you don't like driving high.” she says as she grabs the last of her things and we make our way out the door and to the bottom of our apartment complex.

“soooo...” 

you look at her as the uber pulls over to the side of the road. “so what?”

“have u been seeing anyone recently?” sasha looks over to you as she gets into the uber after you. 

“how could i? i’ve literally been studying nonstop. i wish though.” you say with a sigh. you had been so preoccupied with studying and getting your grades up that you haven’t had the time to see anyone except friends. “why do you ask?”

“oh, it’s nothing really. i was just curious, you know, being your roommate and all.” somethings up, she’s clearly trying to pick at something and this does not go unnoticed by you.

“ok,” you laughed and shook your head. “whatever you say.”

before you knew it, you both arrived at eren’s apartment complex. for some reason, you felt anxious. you knew the boys that were going to be there but you had this gut feeling that something was going to happen.

the two of you made your way up to his floor and knocked on his door which was opened almost instantly as if he were waiting.

“sasha!” connie exclaimed, embracing the girl into a bear hug. “hey y/n.” 

“hey connie.” you smiled in response. it was really cute how the two of them were so close, it’s almost like they were twins. you made your way into the apartment and saw jean and eren, arguing over god knows what.

“hey guys!” you say as you walked over to the two of them, hugging them both. 

“y/n! it’s been a while. how’s studying with armin?” jean asks as he pulls away from the hug.

“god. don't even get me started. i am in hell. armin’s being so helpful though.” you chuckle as you walked over to eren, who was looking at something on his phone but quickly shoved it away when he saw you coming towards him.

“hey y/n.” he says with his boyish smile as he pulls you into a side hug and you notice that his hand lingers for a bit longer than normal but you smile in response.

“so, can we smoke now that they’re finally here?” connie asks as it was very clear that he was getting impatient. 

“yeah, yeah, let’s go to the deck.” eren’s apartment had a deck with was extremely nice and over time, it had become the signature smoke spot for you guys. it had an outdoor couch and a few chairs along with a small table which was perfect.

you made your way to your favorite spot which was the right corner of the couch so you could be close to the edge of the balcony and look out at the view of the city. everyone had their signature spots, it was like an unspoken rule but everyone followed it. eren next to you on the couch, sasha, jean and connie in the three chairs on the opposite side of the table.

there were some blankets already outside along with a speaker that eren played some music on to set the vibe. 

“since you guys were taking too long, i rolled us a joint so we could smoke sooner.” eren said as he sat down next to you.

“aw, how kind.” you tease him as you nudge yourself against his shoulder, earning a chuckle from him. “dibs on first hit.” 

“aw, c’mon!” jean whined, knowing that you always give the blunt to eren right after you hit. 

“i get priority since eren is my best friend.” you smirk and wait for eren to say anything but he just laughs and shakes his head. 

you and eren had always been close ever since you started school. he even introduced you to everyone, which was the reason why you were here with them now.

eren took out his lighter and lit the joint and passed it to you. you took it between your pointer finger and thumb and took a long drag. 

oh how you had missed this feeling. the feeling of being high with your friends. you passed the blunt back to eren as he took a hit himself and you exhaled the smoke.

the joint was passed around the circle until everyone had gotten a good amount of hits and it was finished. you felt your high and you leaned back into the couch as you closed your eyes.

“tired?” 

you opened your eyes and looked over to eren who’s eyes were red, just like yours. “no, just relaxing. this is nice. i needed this.”

“yeah, i noticed. armin told me that you’d been really stressed lately so i texted asking if people wanted to smoke but you didn't respond so i assumed you were studying,” he says as he stretched his arms and placed them just behind your shoulders.

“thanks,” you laughed as you stared into his turquoise eyes only now noticing how pretty they were. you had looked him in the eyes before but this time it felt different and he felt it too. but your staring was soon broken by sasha’s wails of being hungry.

“there’s food in the fridge, i had takeout last night so there’s probably some leftovers.” eren nods his head towards the inside of his apartment. sasha stood up and made her way towards the food as connie followed her.

“hey! save some for me!” he yelled as he chased after her. all that was left was you, eren and jean. there was clearly some tension in the air but you decided to ignore it.

“ain’t no way i’m gonna be third wheeling right now.” jean huffed quietly and joined the two inside. 

third wheeling? you ignored it because jean obviously knows that you and eren are close friends, nothing more.

oh, how you were wrong.

eren looked over to make sure that there was no way for the others to see the deck and he moved his arm down towards your shoulder. you were shocked by this, but in a way, it was comforting. 

“y/n?” he asked staring off into the distance.

“hm?” 

he didn't respond so you took it upon yourself to look up at him.

“what’s up?”

no response once again.

your lidded eyes becoming heavy as he looked down at you with a tender look on his face. he leaned his face closer to yours until your noses were touching.

“eren?”

his lips connected with yours, igniting a feeling inside your chest that you had pushed away when you first became close. you melted into the kiss and kissed him back in a slow and sensual kiss. eren pulled back and tucked your hair behind your ear as he went back in for another kiss. you didn’t know what to do but the feeling that this gave you, it wasn’t like any other kiss you had before.

“wanted to do this for a long time.” he whispers and rests his nose on yours. 

you didn’t know what to say in response so you pulled him back for another kiss that was interrupted by the three of them coming back out onto the deck. you pulled away quickly, hoping that no one had seen what just happened. eren kept his hand on your shoulder, but no one had asked about it so you just let it slide.

it had been a few days since you had last seen eren. everyone was texting in the group chat about plans for the upcoming days but you had to study, or at least try to study. the kiss that you and eren shared had been replaying in your head ever since it had happened. you knew that he was high and he may not remember it, but it still bugged you and you had to know.

but most importantly, this kiss had sparked feelings inside you that you had pushed away so long ago and it was beginning to get hard to consume them. eren was constantly on your mind, and you couldn’t focus on your work. 

you needed to talk to him but you didn't know how because you didn't know that he had these feelings for you and you didn't know that you still had those feelings for him. you realized that you were ignoring these feelings that you had for him because he was your close friend and you didn’t want that to ruin your relationship.

it was driving you crazy. you needed to talk to him. 

you grabbed your phone and clicked on eren’s contact and called him. it didn’t even finish the first ring.

“hey y/n! what’s up? how’s studying?” he said and you felt your heart swell at him saying your name, which never happened before until now.

“hey, can you come over later? i need to talk to you,” you sigh. this is it, you need to know if he truly had those feelings or he was just playing with you.

“yeah, of course,” he stammered. “is everything ok?”

“yeah, everything's fine, i just wanna talk to you.”

“ok, i can get a ride now if you want me to.” is he eager?

you looked at the time and remembered that sasha was out with connie and jean so she would probably not be coming back tonight.

“actually, yeah, that sounds fine. see you soon, eren.”

“ok, i’ll text you when i’m close.”

“ok,” you ended the call and placed your phone down, taking your head in your hands. you’re overreacting right? he definitely feels for you, why else would he kiss you?

“i need to shower.” you said to yourself, trying to ignore the thoughts in your head.

as you got out of the shower, you heard your phone get a text, which you assumed to be eren. walking back to your room, you heard a knock at the door and you froze. you were still in a towel and debating whether or not you should open the door for him, which you did because you didn't want to leave him standing out there.

“hey y/n, oh,” he stops and looks you up and down. 

“sorry, i just got out of the shower.” you say as you open the door and motion for him to come inside. “can you just wait a sec while i go put some clothes on?”

“oh, uh, yeah. i’ll wait in the kitchen.” he looks around and scratches the back of his head nervously. his hair was tied back into a messy bun like usual and wearing gray sweatpants with a black shirt and his chain peeking out from under it. “you good?” he asked as he took off his shoes.

oh my god, was i staring?

“oh, yeah, i'm fine. i just spaced out a bit, sorry.” you chuckle nervously, tucking a piece of your wet hair behind your ear. “i’ll be right back.”

“take your time.”

you made your way back to your room and threw hung your town on your closet door as you looked for clothes to wear. you opted for a pair of pajama shorts and an oversized t-shirt that was sasha’s but for some reason, it was in your closet. once you had finished changing, you made your way over to the mirror that was across for your bed to make sure that you looked fine.

“ok, breathe.” you exhaled and opened your door calling for eren to come into your room.

he came into your room, still clearly feeling awkward about your interaction from before. “nice room, i like the led lights you have.” 

“thanks,” you laughed and sat on the bed, motioning for him to come sit next to you, which he did.

“so, what's on your mind y/n?” he asks, leaning up against the headboard and trying to get comfortable. 

“i don’t know, i've just been thinking about some things recently, and i can't seem to get them out of my head.” ok, good start.

“like what?” he looks over at you. oh no, don't look at me like that.

“the kiss we shared a few days ago, it’s been in my head on repeat.”

eren looks confused and looks towards your mirror, “is that a bad thing?”

“huh? i mean no, it’s not, i just don’t know what to do because these feelings have come back that i pushed away from when we became close because i didn’t want to ruin our friendship. but right now, it’s consuming me and i don’t know what to do.”

“well, i wouldn’t have kissed you without having feelings for you, y/n. i don’t know how you didn't notice it. i’ve been kinda bad at hiding it.” he said calmly as his gaze remained in front of the two of you. “but if you didn’t like it, we can just forget about it. i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.” he turns to look at you once again. 

“no, i enjoyed it actually, but...” you trail off nervously, feeling your face becoming hot. you tried to turn away but his hand grabbed your chin and turned you back to face him. 

“but what?” he says softly, looking into your eyes which caused your heart beat to pick up. he thought it was so cute how you were getting so flustered by him.

“but i don’t want to be played...” you averted his gaze.

“y/n, i would never play you.”

you look back at him, now knowing the answer that had been bothering you for the past few days. it took all your strength to not kiss him right there but he beat you to it, closing the gap between the two of you. in that moment, all your worries had washed away, feeling content and glad that you had this conversation with him. the kiss soon escalated into you and eren sliding your tongues into the others mouth. you felt yourself getting hot once again but this time, a completely different reason. eren brought his hand that was on your chin behind your head, pulling you deeper into the kiss as you melted into his mouth once again, whimpering at the feeling. eren could feel it go straight to his dick that was now straining in his pants, trying to contain himself because he didn't know whether you wanted this or not.

“let me show you how much i care for you, yeah?” he says as he pulls away for a brief second. 

“eren, please,” you whimper as his lips met yours once again but this time with more passion. eren then moved so he was on top of you, caging you in his arms as he continued to kiss you. “i want you.”

“’want you too, baby.” the pet name going straight to your core. eren moaned as he moved from your lips down to your neck, gently kissing and sucking to leave a mark. he then placed his hands at the bottom of your shirt, looking at you as if he was asking with his eyes for permission to undress you, you nodded your head vigorously and lifted your hands up so he could take it off. 

“no bra? it’s like you’re begging me to fuck you, angel.” he then brought his lips down to your left nipple, gently sucking on it while taking the other between his fingers, moving it around earning a moan from you at the feeling. he then moved over to the right and did the same action. “you’re so beautiful.”

“ohmygod please, please,” you knew you sounded desperate, but you couldn't help yourself. you had been denying the fact that you had wanted this for so long.

“use your words, tell me what you want.” he groaned and came back up to kiss you, relishing in the feeling of your lips against his.

“’wanna feel you,”

“where, pretty girl?” he sat up at looked down at you with a smirk on his face, he knew where you wanted him but he wanted, no needed to hear you say it. 

“’want you inside me eren, please,” you whined arching your back so he could get the message. he chuckled and brought himself back down towards your sternum, placing wet kisses as he made his way down to the waistband of your shorts. 

“can i?” he looked up at you and immediately saw the approval in your eyes. “you don’t know what you do to me, do you?” you whimper at his remark, lifting your hips up in the process so he could take your shorts off easier to reveal your thong and the painfully obvious wet spot. he placed a finger on your slit, dragging it down slowly, teasing you.

“stop teasing me,” you whined, trying to prop yourself on your elbows but to caught up with the euphoric feeling that you couldn't. eren slowly took off your panties to tease you even more, and threw them behind him onto the floor.

“fuck, baby. this all for me?” he looked up at you with his jade green eyes meeting your e/c ones. he could feel the precum running down his shaft, struggling to keep his composure.

“yes eren, all for you.” your breath hitched as he spit onto your needy heat, bringing his tongue down to your clit, giving it a few kitten licks before he quickened his pace and wrapped his left arm around your leg to keep you in place, not once breaking eye contact. “fuck, keep doing that, holy shit!” you could feel him smirk against your core, and if it couldn't get any better, you felt a finger at your entrance before sliding in. “eren!” he felt so embarrassed to be rutting his cock against the bed but the noises you were making were sinful and he couldn’t help himself.

you began to feel your stomach tighten as he added another finger into your hole and picked up the pace. the sensation was incredible, the feeling of his tongue on your clit and the pace of his fingers going in and out of your pussy. your slick was dripping down his fingers, it was driving him crazy. he felt you tighten around his fingers, you were close.

“’gonna, ‘m gonna cum eren, please,” your release was so close, you just needed one more push.

“c’mon baby, cum for me.” he groaned against your pussy, sending vibrations throughout your whole body and you felt the coil snap. the moan you let out was pure sin and eren thought he was going to cum on the spot. “that’s it baby, good fucking girl.” as you got down from your high, you realized that he didn’t stop, you were sensitive, eren knew that but he needed one more from you.

“eren it’s too much, fuck,” you cry out as he brings his mouth back down to your heat and you can already feel yourself getting close again, and he could tell. you came even quicker this time, your juices gushing all over eren’s tongue. he lapped all of it up, not letting a single drop go to waste, and then taking his fingers covered in your slick into his mouth.

“you taste so good, i couldn’t get enough of you.” he whispers as he comes back up to kiss you. you could taste yourself on his lips and tongue. you reach down towards his throbbing cock, but he shook his head. “this is about you, baby.”

“please?” you look up at him and he couldn’t say no. he knew that he would not last long if you did as much as place your tongue on his tip. noticing that he didn't say anything, you took this as your chance. you flipped him over so that you were on top, and you could feel how hard he was. you grabbed the bottom of his shirt and helped him take it off, revealing his perfectly toned chest with chiseled abs. he threw the shirt to another place in the room, pulling you into another kiss shortly after. you moved from his lips down to his neck and down his chest stopping at his sweatpants to pull them down along with his boxers, revealing his swollen tip leaking with precum. he was larger than average and it excited you every bit. you smirked to yourself, and placed your lips on his tip, his breath hitched at the feeling.

you began to slowly drag your tongue down his shaft, maintaining eye contact with him, just like he did with you. you then took him in your mouth seeing how his legs tensed, you began to go even further. 

eren was trying so hard not to grab your head and push you onto his dick, afraid that he was going to ruin the moment with you and be too aggressive. you then took your mouth off with saliva connecting from his tip to your lips and then went back down taking him all in your throat before bobbing your head up and down, coming up for air while jerking him off. the sounds he was making went straight to your warmth, making you wetter by the minute.

“keep doing that, fuck y/n,” he groaned as his will vanished and he took your hair in his hands beginning to help guide you on his dick. he ran his hand through his hair and looked back at you, knowing that this image will forever be imprinted in his head. his legs tensed and you felt it, he was close. “fuck, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna fucking cum.” he groaned as he shot thick white ropes of cum down your throat, you gladly took all of it and opened your mouth to show him that you did. 

“fuck, you did so good, so good.” he pulled you up towards him as you laughed into the kiss, and suddenly you were back on the bottom. “but now i’m gonna fuck this pretty little pussy, yeah?” he aligned himself with your entrance and your mind became fuzzy with the feeling of his tip right where you needed him most. he slowly pushes himself in but you didn’t need to adjust, and he began to move at a steady pace.

“oh fuck,” eren threw his head back at the sensation of finally being inside of you, the way your walls grazed his dick, pulling him back him. it was addictive, and he couldn’t get enough of it. “you feel so fucking good y/n.”

“fuckfuckfuck, ’m gonna cum eren.” the feeling came back embarrassingly quick but you didn’t care, the feeling was amazing.

“yeah? you’re gonna fucking cum? cum on my cock. cum on my fucking cock.” eren growled as his chain was in your face. hearing him be so demanding and aggressive set something off and you felt yourself release but this time it was different, arching your back at the feeling. eren was taken aback by the fact that he made you squirt, it was the hottest thing he had ever seen.

“that’s it, squirt all over my fucking cock.” he rode you out of your orgasm and continued to plow you into the mattress, picking up his pace. he was close but not quite there yet. you had taken into account that eren was aggressive in bed but he was being gentle with you at first, and you loved every bit of it. you wanted to make it more interesting. before you could even think, your hand met his cheek, and eren looked at you with a shocked expression but his eyes grew dark with lust. 

“fuck me like you mean it, jaeger.” you growled, hoping to get a reaction out of him. and oh boy, did it get a reaction.

“yeah? fuck you like i mean it?” he slapped you across the face, and then grabbed your cheeks and spit into your mouth. “swallow it.” if you thought you couldn’t get turned on anymore, you were so wrong. you rutted your hips against his, moaning at the sensation. this side of you was so different, and eren fucking loved it. he grabbed your throat, squeezing it and making you look him in the eyes as he fucked you with force.

“look at you, never knew you could be such a slut.” the name made you clench around him like a vice, earning a groan from him. “taking my cock so fucking well.” the feeling of you tightening around his cock for the 2nd time that night was making him lose his mind, he wasn’t going to last any longer and he knew that you weren’t either. he brought his hand that was around your neck down to your neglected clit and began rubbing circles as his pace became erratic. he was so close and so were you, but he needed you to come with him, he had to feel that feeling again. 

“fuck, i’m so close baby. fucking cum with me,” he moaned as he brought his head to your neck, you brought your arms and wrapped them around him, bringing him closer to you. before you could even comprehend, you released your juices, spraying all over his pelvis as he came shortly after you, painting your insides white. he stilled, trying to catch his breath but to his shock, you flipped him so that you were on top once again.

“not done yet.” you moaned as you began to grind yourself onto his cock. eren still so sensitive from his past orgasm that he was barely holding on by a string. seeing you on top of him, the way your breasts bounce and the way you look from this angle is driving him insane. he knows that he’s not going to last like this, the way you’re riding him, he grabs onto your hips and guides you.

you’re so overstimulated, you can’t even think straight. eren is trying so hard not to cum before you, but your pussy is milking him dry and before he knew it, he came inside you once again, legs shaking from the overstimulation. you lifted yourself off him and began to frantically rub your clit as you squirted all over his chest and pelvis. eren stared at you in awe, the way you looked like when you came and knowing that it was from him was a huge boost to his ego.

you finally collapsed onto his chest, trying to calm your breathing as he wrapped his arms around you. the both of you basked in this silence, thinking about the sex you just had.

“hope i wasn’t too rough, i kinda got carried away.” eren chuckled as he ran his fingers down your back, earning a laugh from you.

“no not at all, i really liked it actually.” you looked up at him, placing your chinos his chest. 

“I'm glad, been wanting to do that for a while,” he paused, as if he was looking for the right words to say. “i really like you, y/n.”

your heartbeat quickened, and you gave him a quick peck on the lips. “i really like you too, eren.” you blushed, “stay the night.” you didn't have class the following morning, so it was fine.

“ok, will do.” he squeezed you tighter, and you utterly being exhausted, you felt yourself drift off to sleep. eren gently moved you over and walked into the bathroom, finding a small towel and cleaning you and himself up. he grabbed you a new pair of underwear from your closet and the his shirt on the floor, dressing you before he put his sweatpants back on.

you felt the bed dip and a pair of arms bring your back to his chest and press a kiss to your cheek.

“’night y/n.”

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i dunno how loose the prompts can be but 👉👈something with jonmartin and martin having tattoos would be fun?

martin tattoos!! I loved this prompt, thank u Moss :)

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"I'm thinking of getting another one," Martin said pensively, spearing a forkful of salad.

Jon glanced up at him from across the kitchen table. "Another . . . ?"

"Another tattoo," Martin said.

"Ahh."

Martin pointed down at his forearm. "There's an empty spot here that's been bothering me. I've got the Keats quote on my wrist, but nothing on the opposite side. It feels unbalanced."

Jon would never say it aloud, but he'd never quite understood Martin's need to cover every available inch of himself with permanent illustrations. Still, he couldn't complain; it had been a privilege and a joy to see Martin's skin transform into colorful, intricate designs over the course of the past few years, ever since they'd arrived in this Other Place. It had started with orchids on his left shoulder, and then a labyrinthine maze on his upper back, and then a quote from a poet Jon could no longer remember the name of along the side of his ribcage, and after that Jon had lost track. For a while, Martin had gotten tattoos almost at a fever pitch, as though trying to race himself to some finish line, which Jon supposed must be the entirety of the upper half of his body being turned into a sketchbook. He'd settled down a bit, now; he hadn't gotten a new tattoo in months. But Jon supposed that was about to change.

"What are you planning on putting there?" Jon asked, gesturing at the blank spot on Martin's arm, which was bordered by a black-and-white illustration of a lighthouse, its beam cutting through a night sky.

"I'm not sure yet," Martin said. "I've finished up with all the fears, by now." That had been one of Martin's major projects; he'd wanted to get a representation of every fear they'd faced and defied somewhere on his body. Jon, once again, didn't pretend to understand his reasoning, but he'd supported him nonetheless, and the day Martin had finally gotten the Lonely tattoo done, they'd celebrated together. "Any suggestions?" Martin asked him.

Jon chewed his dinner thoughtfully. He couldn't think of anything clever, so he said jokingly, "You should get my name tattooed on you. I know we promised we'd stay together, but if anything will make sure that'll happen, it's that."

Martin didn't laugh, which wasn't entirely surprising; Jon knew his and Martin's senses of humor didn't always click. What was surprising was the look he gave Jon, which was part confusion and part amusement.

"What?" Jon said with his mouth full.

"Jon," Martin said slowly, "I do have your name tattooed on me."

Jon's eyes went wide. "What?"

Now Martin did laugh. "It was one of the first ones I got done! I can't believe you didn't notice--"

"Wh--I--You were getting so many of them, in the beginning, I couldn't keep track!" Jon dropped his fork. "Stop laughing!"

Martin wiped a tear from his eye. "I can't, Jon, you're hilarious--"

"You should have told me, I can't be expected to--This is just the sort of thing you should've told me about, Martin!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd mind!"

"Of course I'd mind!" Jon didn't know what to think. They weren't the sort of couple that got tattoos of one another's names. Or were they? "Where . . . where is it?" He almost dreaded to ask.

Martin, having composed himself a bit, set about unbuttoning his shirt.

"I don't like where this is going," Jon intoned.

"Relax," Martin said, "it's not what you think."

"Really? Because it seems like it's exactly what I think. Which is that my boyfriend got my name tattooed on his chest without telling me."

"Oh, right. I guess it is what you think, then." Martin had finished unbuttoning the top half of his shirt, and moved the fabric aside to reveal the upper left side of his chest, which was covered in numerous colorful designs. Jon squinted, but couldn't make out anything specific, so he got up and moved to stand next to Martin, leaning down to inspect his chest.

"It's just here," Martin said, pointing, and indeed it was. In a little empty pocket of skin, just above Martin's heart, was Jon's full name, printed in tiny, neat script that Jon recognized as his own. The design was tasteful, and minimalist, the letters raised just enough to be noticeable if one ran their finger across it. By now the words had faded into Martin's skin, nestled there between his freckles, and they looked right at home.

Jon was quiet for perhaps a moment too long, because Martin said, "You're not really angry, are you? I really didn't think you'd care one way or the other. You were always so casual about the other ones."

"No," Jon said at last, "I'm not really angry. It's . . ." He swallowed around the sudden lump in his throat. "It's just . . . that's my name."

Martin smiled up at him. "It is."

"On your skin."

"Mm-hm."

"Forever."

"Or until we have a horrible break-up and I have to laser it off," Martin said, and Jon shot him a look. "Kidding." He leaned up and kissed Jon's cheek. "I didn't get this as a promise not to leave you. I'm never doing that, tattoo or no."

Jon smiled behind his hand. "So why did you get it, then?" he asked, pulling up his chair to sit.

"You know how you used to call me your reason?" Martin said. "It's sort of like that. It's a way to remind myself that I've got you. No matter what happens, you'll be with me. We're sticking together." He patted the name on his chest. "That's why."

"Ah," Jon said, his voice thick. "Makes sense."

Martin gave his hand a squeeze. "I'm not getting it removed."

"I know that," Jon said, and Martin grinned. As he started to button his shirt back up, Jon said, "You still are, you know."

Martin glanced up distractedly. "Still what?"

"My reason," Jon murmured, and Martin's hands stilled on the last button. "You said I used to call you that. Which, yes, I suppose I don't say it as much anymore. But it's still true. Always has been."

Martin stared at him for a moment, and then leaned suddenly forward, taking hold of the sides of Jon's face and kissing him within an inch of his life. "You romantic little shit," he said when they pulled apart, and Jon laughed, holding onto Martin's shoulders as he peppered Jon's face with more kisses.

"I'm not the romantic one," Jon said. "Who has whose name tattooed on whose chest now?"

"Alright," Martin conceded, "we'll call it even."

There was a moment of tired, pleasant silence.

"Wait," Jon said, remembering, "we still haven't decided about your new tattoo."

"Oh, right, that," Martin said. He waved a dismissive hand. "I'll just get another Keats quote. Or maybe Oscar Wilde. Change it up a bit." He glanced sidelong at Jon. "Or maybe I'll get the words His Reason done in a certain someone's handwriting--"

"Not on your life," Jon deadpanned, but he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face when Martin laughed.

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this is part of my netflix & chill series!

SUMMARY “I think that, like— me and you? We’re like, totally destined,” you ramble, “you should, like, take my number! And maybe we can, like— Netflix and chill one of these days?” WARNING angst with implied smut at the end!!, flashbacks, low self esteem, alcohol consumption, jk is (implied) a virgin in this, there’s a lil fondling by oc u know the usual  MISC they r soulmates <3, our queen doyeon returns, i tried to use symbolism👁 in the dialogue so yes everything drunk oc says has a meaning hehe RATING m bc alcohol WC 2.2k

NOTES i said once a long time ago that n&c couple were prolly at the same party once but didn't realize so hERE WE GO ! its not proofread bc um. yeah<3

Homecoming week. 

Jungkook doesn’t even think his university’s football team is good, but he had read somewhere that part of the college experience is obnoxiously supporting this team all four years. And well. Jungkook wants to fit in. Frankly, Jungkook feels a little dumb having accepted this invitation from Kim Taehyung from his first-year writing class. He’s only known the man a solid four weeks, probably won’t know him this well once Taehyung finds real friends, ones who suit his outgoing personality, and decides Jungkook is too boring, but Jungkook will make the best of it while he can because, again, he wants to fit in. Badly. It’ll be different this time, he had told himself while getting ready. You won’t be awkward anymore. You’ll make friends. 

And then it’s nearing midnight and Jungkook has spoken to a whopping two people at this party of over a hundred. Not including Taehyung, it’s down to one. Even that had only been to ask where the bathroom was. He feels severely out of place, like he’s both too large and too small to be in this area, to be at this party, so he shuffles into the kitchen when he hears them call for another match of beer pong. He’s actually pretty good at the game, has refined his skills at get togethers with his older cousins. But it’s not like anyone here wants to be Jungkook’s partner anyway. Or even knows who he is for that matter. 

Taehyung had bumped into him a little past ten, had had two girls clinging to his sides when he had greeted Jungkook. One of them had almost looked tempted, Jungkook wanted to believe, brushing her hand against his arm. But he didn’t act quick enough— what would he even have done? what did he even want? —and Taehyung disappeared with both girls soon after, leaving Jungkook by himself once more. 

The kitchen is empty, the drinks long since having migrated to the living area of this huge frat. With a defeated sigh, Jungkook sinks back against one of the counters, setting his lukewarm cup of beer down beside him. He’s buzzed, drank in a feeble attempt to ‘lose himself’ as all the movies claimed. But now all he can feel is a pounding headache threatening to consume him. He doesn’t even like drinking— why did he drink this much? 

He should go home. 

Events like this, parties like this— they weren’t meant for someone like Jungkook. He was too quiet, too shy to let loose like everyone else. He doesn’t do well in social situations, or at least not as well as his therapist had told him he would. He hesitates too much, never speaks when he needs to. Haerim from his freshman basics class had even said so. “You’re quiet, huh,” she had smiled, and when her notebook had touched his elbow, he flinched. She didn’t take it to heart. Just like Taehyung wouldn’t if he left right now. They know how he is. He doesn’t belong here. These types of parties were made for outgoing people, people who lived on the edge, people who weren’t trapped in their own thoughts all the time, people like—

Like the girl who stumbles through the doorway now. “Woooo,” she slurs, and then promptly faceplants into the dirty tile of the kitchen, the same tile littered with sticky footprints and random debris. He can’t even imagine what else is on the floor of a frat house mid-party. Jungkook flinches at the sound of her knee hitting the ground, before rushing over to help her up. 

She’s a giggling mess, eyes half shut by the time Jungkook gets her into a seated position. “Are you okay?” he flounders, hand on her shoulder when she wobbles again, nearly falls back down. 

“Just peachy,” she sings, flashing him a sloppy thumbs up. Her neck isn’t doing a particularly good job of holding her head up and when Jungkook places a hand on the back of her head, she leans into it, blissful smile on her face. She’s really pretty, it makes Jungkook’s cheeks burn when she aims it at him next. “Pucca loves Garu,” she lets him know, eyes finally fluttering open. “He’s a pretty boy.”

Jungkook blinks. He has no idea what you’re talking about. “Huh?” he stutters, glancing back at the bar stool by the counter instead. It’s probably infinitely times better than the sticky tile beneath your bare legs. “I’m gonna stand you up,” he tells you, taking your loud cackle as a sign that you’re okay with it. Jungkook’s been working out all summer, so you’re not heavy in the slightest, arms thrown around his shoulders while he slips his own around your back. Your proximity leaves him drowning in your scent. 

The giggles don’t subside when he sits you down, not even when he begins opening random cabinets in search of a glass to get you some water. He’s had his fair share of experiences looking after drunk people, so he has a pretty good idea of what to do now. However, your sudden bout of commentary certainly doesn’t make it easier. “Isn’t it, like, super cool how the sun and the moon are, like—“ a hiccup, Jungkook settles on tap water “tooootally different beings, but, like— they, like, both maintain the earth?” Your hand reaches for his forearm when he returns, gives him this little squeeze in your excitement. “Like— Like they both have to, like— work together? To keep it perfect, y’know?” 

Jungkook pushes the water into your hands. You’ve got this sparkly sheen to your eyes, the one that most people get after one too many drinks, but it’s accompanied by this childlike wonder that leaves Jungkook breathless when you meet his gaze. “Yeah,” he says quietly. You beam. It’s blinding. So blinding that Jungkook promptly looks away, nudging the cup in your hands. “You need to drink this.”

You frown. “Boooo, so boring,” you huff. It’s nothing Jungkook hasn’t heard before, but it is a little disheartening to hear it from a stranger. He stamps the feeling down, pursing his lips as he gives up on letting you drink yourself. The cup is swiped from your hand and Jungkook tasks himself with making you drink it instead. And of course, like all wasted young adults, you put up a fight. “Ew, what is that?” you spit. 

Jungkook sighs. “Water.” 

At his defeated tone, the exaggerated grimace slips off your face, replaced with a rather solemn expression instead. Jungkook tries to take advantage of it and pushes the cup against your lip again, but all he really accomplishes is sloshing it down the front of your dress. You don’t yelp, but he does. “I’m so sorry,” he panics, sliding the sleeve of his shirt down around his thumb to wipe your chin. 

You let him, head tilted curiously to the side. Jungkook tries to ignore your analytical gaze until: “you’re cute,” you announce, and abruptly send him into shock. 

He recoils, face a blazing mess. “I’m—“ he chokes, swallowing when you wipe your hand down your own chest, leave a glistening layer of water over your sternum and down between your breasts. 

“Cute,” you repeat, downing the glass he had been trying to coax into you like it’s nothing now. With it gone, you don’t waste any time, throwing your hands around his shoulders, fingers brushing through the hair at the base of his neck. You pull him close, so close in fact, that he ends up having to hold the back of your chair to keep from accidentally crushing you with his weight. “Your name, pretty boy?” 

He can’t think. You’re so drunk and smell so good and are just so pretty— his brain short circuits. “Um I’m, uh, Jeon J—“

“Jeon,” you repeat, silly smile back on your face. You’re not technically wrong, so he nods along with a blush high on his cheeks. “Well, Jeon,” you purr, but you’re still so drunk, eyelids fluttering in a rather funny way. “I think that, like— me and you? We’re like, totally destined,” you ramble, “you should, like, take my number! And maybe we can, like— Netflix and chill one of these days?”

Jungkook doesn’t even know what that means, and honestly, he doesn’t really hear you over the thundering of his own heart and the bass in the other room. “Um, but you’re really…” he stammers, leaning back but a finger loops around one of his curls and he gasps when you pull at it. “You’re drunk,” he rushes out, lower lip trembling when your nose knocks against his. 

A soft hum, the sound sending electricity down his spine when you cup his cheek. “But don’t you think I’m pretty?” you murmur, eyes flickering to his mouth. 

“Yes,“ he chokes out, “you’re a very, very pretty girl. But I really shouldn’t—“

“Hey,” you shush, tilting his head just the slightest. Jungkook has never had a girl touch him like this, has never even touched a girl before either, but, well. He really wants to kiss you. And that’s saying a lot considering Jungkook has never kissed anyone before. 

Despite how good it feels, he knows you’re still really drunk. It’s with a decisive huff that he pushes away, hands on your waist to keep you from touching up on him any further. You’re not that strong anyway. And then he’s met with the biggest pout he’s ever seen, an absolutely distraught look on your face. 

Something in him says you’ll cry if he doesn’t explain himself soon, so he launches into it right away. “You’re very pretty,” he says, almost laughing at the way your entire face lights up immediately. “But you’re very drunk.” You huff. “You deserve to be treated like a queen.” Mostly regurgitating something he heard in a motivational video. 

It works. Eventually, you stop being fussy in his arms and settle with a frown. “You’re too nice,” you grumble, forehead on the countertop. He doesn’t see how it’s much better than the floor but he lets you be. “You got a girlfriend, don’t you?” 

At that, Jungkook laughs. “No,” he reassures you, hesitates, and then gently pats your back. Jungkook actually feels you melt under his touch. That sultry look is gone, replaced with this rather tranquil look that he doesn’t quite understand. 

“That was pretty,” you murmur, but Jungkook doesn’t quite hear. 

“What was that?” he asks.

“I said your smile was pre—“

“There you are!” someone hollers from the kitchen doorway, the shrill tone of their voice making both you and Jungkook jump. When he turns around, he’s met with the sight of a rather tall girl angrily stomping your way, eyes a blazing fire, fists clenched by her side. Jungkook realizes only a second too late that she’s looking at him. “Get off of her, you sweaty city-owned dumpster,” she hisses, using the strength of three football players to push Jungkook away. “You make me sick—“

“Doyeonie,” you beam, launching yourself into the angry girl’s arms. Ah. The Help had arrived. 

Said angry girl (Doyeonie?) is still using every mash-up of words possible to degrade Jungkook as she hauls you into her arms, shooting daggers every step of the way. “I can’t believe you would try to take advantage of a poor girl when she’s this drunk,” she spits. 

“What?” Jungkook coughs, cheeks warm. “I wasn’t—“

“Tell it to Campus Safety when I report you, you wannabe, dollar store Rain.” Jungkook clutches his chest at the acidity of her tongue, surprised anyone could be so mean. 

All things considered, this was actually good. Someone who knew you had come to take you to safety, meaning Jungkook didn’t have to look after you anymore. When this Doyeonie turns around, he’s met with your smiley face smushed against her shoulder. 

(It’s weird. He’s a little sad to see you go.) 

“Bye, Jeon,” you giggle, hand brushing down his arm, squeezing his hand, before you’re abruptly yanked away. Jungkook manages one weak wave, cheeks lit ablaze once more when you send him a silly air kiss from the doorway, urging him to catch it. He does, and he feels really silly when he puts it in his pocket, but he can hear your laughter for a second more before he loses you. 

The last few minutes being so hectic, he decides to go home. Parties weren’t really his thing. Jungkook doesn’t think he’ll ever go to one again. 

Until a few years later. 

“You’re, like, really pretty,” you slur, lips against his throat. Another invitation, this time, Taehyung’s birthday. His friend had practically begged him to come, knowing how Jungkook was. In the end, it had been you who had accepted on his behalf. 

“Baby, not here,” he laughs, hand on your shoulder when you try to shove your hand down his pants for the third time that night. 

Taehyung had been ecstatic to see Jungkook here. And then had quickly become annoyed when he caught the two of you making out in his storage closet an hour later. “Bro, don’t be that couple at parties,” he had groaned, locking the door behind him. 

Jungkook had laughed. “I wouldn’t know what ‘that couple’ is at parties,” he reminded him. 

Taehyung rolled his eyes. “Well, I’m sure your girlfriend can fill you in.”

Apparently not. You’ve been trying to kiss him for the past three minutes but keep missing because you’re so drunk. “Just one,” you beg, so pretty but so drunk. The fake lashes you’d worn today make you look like a doll, batting them his way until he’s giving in, slotting his lips against yours. You’re probably going to throw up in his bathroom when you get home, so he should make the best of your kisses now. Jungkook pushes that thought aside as he reaches a hand out to wipe at the sweat accumulating on your chest. There’s something weird about the gesture, like he’s done it before at another party. But that doesn’t make sense; he couldn't have— this is his first party with you. 

“We should, like, leave,” you whisper against his ear, fingers burying themselves in his hair; when you pull on a strand, he nearly moans. “Go home. Maybe netflix and—“ a hiccup that makes him smile “—chill?”

Jungkook kisses your temple. “Sounds good to me, pretty girl.”

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