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gogolstoelicker · 2 years

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Yahoo ! Can you make this please ?

The dorm leaders, vices and the rest reacting to Ace having a powerful Unique magic more powerful that malleus (if it's too much you can only do the dorm leader (if you don't have ideas here is one)

Ace Unique magic is rabbit hole : He has a shadow who can crontrol a person shadow so he can controle the person, the shadow may take a person apperence, personality and magic so the shadow go to Ace and be in him so Ace can be that person, personality and their unique magic and last the shadow can make himself a hole when a person fall in it they gonna live a cruel nightmare and gonna be tortured mentaly and Ace gonna be there to watch them

Hope it is ok ! 😊

Twisted wonderland reaction to Ace's unique magic

ace may be an ass but hes not an ass ass alright

Warning: slight spoilers for book 6

Note: •im sorry if it doesn't reach ur expectations since uh i barely mentioned abt what his UM is like or just him using it on someone💀i genuinely can't see ace using his UM to harm someone unless ofc someone he cared for got their safety threatened or for his own safety

•also sorry if i got the UM kind of wrong? or if the parts are short💀

Heartslabyul:

he most likely won't use his unique magic to harm someone🤔well at least i hope so💀

so lets say riddle is safe (kind of)

pretty sure ace got enough revenge by punching him anyway

he just plays pranks do not worry!:D

imagine riddle being woken up in the middle of the night just to see some random shadow who looks like him

ace got collared in the morning btw

deuce is... deuce

at first he goes 😰😰

but then he goes 🤬y🤬you think that scared me⁉️

and then went back to fistfighting with ace

maybe tho maybe ace will like play around with his UM to scare them🤔but that's all

oh right speaking of which, he'll surely brag abt it 24/7

"yeah ok thats ur unique magic but have u seen mine?"

but if we're being frfr💯, his own ability scares him sometimes💀

like ace??? getting THIS big of a responsibility??? damn that makes him wanna sob

ace when he found out abt his um:

it lasted for about a week before he finally went "maybe this isn't so bad yall‼️‼️"

cater was like yikes but lemme take a quick selfie

^it got viral and that's how everyone else found out too

hehe oops -cater before running off

ace doesn't care much??? hey hes getting famous, sounds like a win for him

now he walks around school with people being scared of him

at first he went 🤩😘🤷‍♀

but then after a few weeks he went😁😟😔

bc people are avoiding him and its kind of sad????

thats when his bros from heartslabyul comforted him

a small tea party for them‼️‼️ with the bros from ramshackle dorm too‼️

this may sound like a surprise since ace pranked him nonestop but riddle is the one who planned it

deuce brought it up and cater said lets cheer him up

and then riddle went "leave the planning to me"

trey made the best pastries

even put a small word of motivation for him ontop of it

ace sobbing in his pillow at night /pos:

trey seeing it while walking around the dorm checking on the freshmen🤨⁉️

leona goign RAWF RAWR GRR bc THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HIM🤬

Savanaclaw:

oh well he can't do anything abt it

so the most ace will get from him is😡 looks

ace: ?????

"i dont think I've pissed anyone from savanaclaw off lately🤔"

ruggie would be cautious around ace

all bc he doesn't wanna get tangled up on smth he can't handle

other than that he's still the same as ever😘

maybe he'll think twice before stealing from ace but

hey if he doesn't know its u, he can't do anything abt it amirite⁉️

jack is shocked bc like

wow that troublemaker friend of mine is THIS strong🤔u really can't underestimate people

overall a supportive friend

not scared❌will knock ace out if he do smth against his morals

will invite ace to practice with him

he said "so that u can control that better"

and smth abt how he can still be stronger anyway🤔so why stop now🤔

ace sobbing bc jack actually woke him up at 5am or smth just to practice

Octavinelle:

the dorm that's on thin ice

one wrong move and ace gon use it on them woops💀

floyd chase him around sometimes for shits and giggles

in a good mood that is

hey he just wants to see ace lose his cool and use hid UM alright‼️

although most of the times, ace FORGOT what his UM was when he saw floyd chasing him💀

bro still got that unhealed trauma from book3

its ok ace its better than jade at least⁉️

bc hes officially jade's test subject💀

sometimes he just

control jade to go far FAR away from him

but hey it works at least⁉️

and it kind of satisfied + pissed jade off bc like

one. he can't do his usual mushroom test subject plan

two. he kind of got to see the UM and test it for himself so like🤗

azul? he is curious🤗

goodluck to ace for having to deal with menaces all day long

ig its a price to pay for being a menace himself

azul wants to know how it works + how it'll benefit him + how to get ace to work for him etc

so ace will sometimes see azul studying him fron afar

ace probably: 😟 (unhealed trauma yknow)

Scarabia:

kalim does not care or fear him💀

HE DOESN'T EVEN FEAR MALLEUS WHAT DO YALL EXPECT

would literally run up to ace and ask him abt his UM out of curiosity

with jamil trying to stop him bc ‼️DANGER‼️HELLO‼️⁉️

i don't think ace can use his UM on kalim tbh

bc like we all know kalim's intention is pure💀ljke he would never approach someone with bad reasons

so ace lowkey got his conscience stabbed whenever he even thinks of using his UM on kalim

if he ever did🤔

jamil tho? maybe he would after careful consideration

HELOKELSMLSKA

i didn't mean this in a mean way (i think)

im just saying he would use it on jamil as a way to get back at him

say there's this strategic game and he loses

he'll use his UM on jamil for shits and giggles

careful not to harm him ofc💀

he better run tho bc jamil will surely give him a nice beating for that

Pomefiore:

🌟welcome🌟 to ace's new stalker kind follower🙏✨ROOK HUNT✨🙏

we all expected this come on

look at rook, now look at me in the eyes and tell me he won't follow ace around after finding out abt his UM

rook heared it and went "THAT IS VERY INTERESTING😍" and from then on, ace's nightmares started

actually tried to scare rook off with his UM but it backfired

bc not only did rook got more interested, he also follows him even more now:D!

vil did sternly told rook to lay off stalking ace but

but hey will rook ever listen to that?

mhm

speaking of vil, he doesn't care much

tho he does encouraged ace to learn how to control his UM better for his and the people around him sake

epel however took this as an inspiration

if THAT ace got to be strong, then surely he can too‼️

will never ask ace to teach him tho (that'll flare up ace's ego)

sometimes wishes he can have that UM so he can protect the people around him better rather than with his UM

(its ok epel u can use ur UM to help protect my sleep schedule)

Ignihyde:

oh yikes idia def doesn't wanna get tangled up with ace lmao

its ok its a nice UM but pls don't bother him😘

he did nothing wrong in this life, pls don't EVER use that UM on him🤗

ortho however, while cautious abt it, is pretty happy for ace

like wow his friend got THIS strong⁉️congrats⁉️⁉️

will do daily checkups on ace just to make sure he's not overdoing it

will suggest to ace for him to train more so he can control his UM better

even offered ace he'll train him himself💀

ace ain't getting any rest now from the constant training and schoolwork

its ok it can't be that bad amirite

ignihyde is probably the shortest one of all but oh well, bear with me here

Diasomnia:

sebek is ofc the first one to find out

the first years bros will always find out first‼️

he is BEYOND shocked💀

like damn THAT ace is stronger than his master😰⁉️are we sure we're talking about the same ace here

angrily rants about it during teatime in the diasomnia dorm

lilia have heard of it too!

how u may ask? teehee, thats a secret

doesn't make a big deal out of it tho

he likes how ace can surpass his own expectations tho^^ lowkey makes the old man happy for some reason

silver does not care sorry HELP

he's busy trying to stay awake already, u can't blame him for not caring abt this newfound information

malleus is pretty surprised when he heard of it

probably the last one to hear abt ace's UM💀

bc sometimes hes not invited to those tetimes

he either hear it from sebek one day bc they saw ace

or from the mc bc the mc needs someone to rant to abt how thry couldn't believe of all people, ace is the one who's the strongest among their gang

while he is surprised, i don't think, he'll care much??🤔

i mean hes not even friends with ace. what do u expect

well i mean there's some hope for him tho

bc like ace is feared now too😁so do u think he can be his friend too since they experienced the same thing😍😘⁉️PLEASE.

nothing is more important to malleus than invitations and friends /j

Ramshackle:

ah yes, ace's 2nd dorm

he basically THRIVE on scaring the residents there (the only 5 residents) with his UM

will brag to grim about it daily

and will absolutely use it on grim for shits and giggles

grim clawing him after:

mc absolutely not believing ace is the strongest

still support him tho‼️good for ace ig

ace brought out that maybe he should be the prefect for heartslabyul/ramshackle and absolutely getting his ass kicked out

like u ungrateful swine🤬i let u sleep here when u don't wanna face ur dorm leader and this is how u repay me🤬⁉️

ace thought it was hilarious btw

he had fun scaring the mc and grim with his UM too

absolutely teams up with the three ghosts to scare them both

got his ass grounded after LMFOAOAOAOA

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shingia · 2 years

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not many people would be willing to be used to prove eren jaeger wrong. but jean kirstein would, as long as he gets something out of it...

CHAPTER 7 : JUST A SKETCH

↳ jean kirstein x f!reader | series masterlist

↳ cw: cursing, but i think that’s all??

↳ THIS IS LONG LONG LONG OVERDUE IM SO SORRY OMG. i was planning on making it longer but finally decided that chapter 8 will be the long one <3

<- CHAPTER 6

“that was the best meal i’ve ever had in my entire life” you plopped down on the couch, a hand resting on your stomach: “i’m so full i don’t think i'll ever be able to stand up again”.

as usual on Sasha’s Special Sundays, lunch had stretched for many hours; but the digestive fatigue was finally starting to kick in, as proved by the progressive decrease of everyone’s energy.

after bringing the plates back to the kitchen - where armin had volunteered for dishes duty - eren collapsed on the other half of the couch, swinging his legs across your lap with a slight wince of pain.

“still sore from yesterday?” you asked him, poking his calves with your index finger.

“yeah... guess it’s my punishment for being the best player on the team” he ironically told you. as much as he loved to appear confident when it came to basketball, you knew he was still blaming himself for his ‘tantrums’ during the game, as he had called them.

sat on the armchair, sasha was rummaging through her netflix watchlist for the hundredth time this week. even if some of you might’ve had some studying left to do for the weekend, there was no way you would be able to get your brains to work after such a meal. which is why mikasa and you had planned ahead and spent your entire saturday morning working on your assignments.

“i’ve been thinking...” eren spoke again, “it’s been a while since we all went out together”.

“it’s been a week” armin intervened from the kitchen.

“yeah, a while” eren replied without noticing his friend’s eye roll, “anyways, who’s down to go to the club with me on thursday?”.

“i am!” connie and sasha exclaimed in unison. but their answer was so predictable you were pretty sure eren wasn’t even asking them.

what was more uncertain, on the other hand, was your reply and mikasa’s; which probably explained why eren was pleasantly surprised to see that both of you accepted the invitation rather quickly. and to think he had prepared a series of arguments to convince you...

“i don’t even know why you keep asking me” armin told eren now that his answer was the only one left, “you’re gonna end up dragging me there anyways, whether i want it or not”.

eren did not even try to deny that, and he took it as a yes. his head resting on a couple of pillows, he looked satisfied to know that you would all be spending your thursday night as dutiful college students would. he liked going out with his classmates, but it was never as fun as going out with all of you.

but sasha had one last request before starting the random movie she had picked - one that everyone had seen at least twice - and you suspected it might be a request related to the hushed discussion she’d had with connie just a few seconds ago.

“can jean tag along?”

eren turned his head to the side to look at her. you already knew the pleading smile on sasha’s lips was making it hard for him to say no.

but although you were keeping a focused eye on the tv screen, you could feel someone’s gaze on you, and based on the angle, you figured it was most probably connie’s - who wasn’t one for subtle looks anyways.

“yeah... i guess they’ll let anyone in” eren shrugged, spreading faint chuckles across your living room.

during lunch, connie had courageously tried to make eren admit that yesterday’s game, as well as the evening you had all spent at jean and marco’s, had brought about a change of heart in him. but your friend had denied everything, only admitting something along the lines of ‘he’s more tolerable’, which was already a good start, in your opinion.

—————

on very rare occasions, sasha was in class and you weren’t.

this morning was one of these occasions, for the pure and simple reason that she and connie had an oral presentation around 10:30, for which they weren’t ready at all, and therefore, had decided to meet on campus an hour early to work on it.

as for mikasa, she had the misfortune to spend her entire morning in chemistry exams, for which she, however, had worked very hard.

in other words, you had the apartment all to yourself on this windy tuesday morning. and it seemed like a good opportunity to sort a few things out with someone who hadn’t quite left your mind since sunday.

but that’s not how you had phrased things when you had texted jean to ask if he could come over. no, it had been much easier to find a silly excuse like requesting his help in marketing - even though you barely mentioned that topic in one of your classes.

the truth was, you were just clinging to any excuse that would hide the fact that you just wanted to see him.

“are these new chairs?” he asked when you walked past the kitchen on your way to the living room.

it was barely 9:30 (you didn’t expect him to be so quick to come), yet he had declined any offer for coffee or tea.

“they are” you answered, and slowly came to the realization that sasha must’ve already invited him over at least once.

but based on the way he made himself comfortable on the couch, you began to think he had probably been there much more than once.

a few seconds of silence followed your last words, during which you tried to figure whether or not you should be looking at him. he certainly was looking at you, almost as if he was trying to find something hidden in your facial expressions.

“so” you cleared your throat as you sat down next to him, “about sunday...”

“aaand there it is” jean let out a sigh, pressing his lips in a thin line.

“shut up, let me finish” you protested, tucking your legs under yourself, “i want to apologize. i shouldn’t have told you to be nicer to your mom, it was none of my business”.

“you don’t have to apologize, you were right” he admitted, “i know i can be harsh with her”.

once again, silence fell upon the room. a more awkward, more tensed silence. something you felt could only be stopped by you being 100% honest towards him.

‘yes, i heard what your mom said about your ex. yes, of course i asked sasha about her. yes, i feel bad for you. and yes, i’ll understand if our relationship makes you feel too uncomfortable to keep it going until saturday’

four things to tell him, nothing more.

four things you’d had much time to think about in the last forty eight hours. yet jean had this fantastic ability of making you rethink everything without even being aware of it.

so you kept quiet and resorted to simply opening your laptop, which you had left on the coffee table before answering the door.

after stretching his arms up with a smothered yawn, he leaned forward to get a better view of your screen. truthfully, he wasn’t that good in marketing, but turning you down had been absolutely out of the question.

“oh, well this is actually pretty easy” he told you, and you hated how at ease he seemed when you were practically holding your breath from touching shoulders with him, “but your professor’s explanation sucks”.

the notebook he then pulled out of his bag looked like it had been through hell and back, filled with sheets of paper that were full of his messy handwriting.

‘go straight to the point and tell him you like him’ the memory of mikasa’s voice slowly reappeared in your brain, spiraling in your mind as you watched him open the notebook and place it next to your laptop.

“i don’t know about you, but i think this is much clearer” he told you, pointing at a few specific lines with the tip of a pen that had been lying around on the table, “or wait, i think i have a summary diagram somewhere on the next page”.

you still hadn’t said a word, and was gladly letting him lead the conversation. he seemed more confident than you; or at least, he did look confident until he abruptly slammed the notebook closed, just as he was about to turn the page.

“what’s wrong?” you asked, furrowing your brows when you noticed his eyes had substantially widened.

“nothing. i just realized i brought the wrong notebook” he explained, but didn’t even have time to put in back in his bag that you were already snatching it out of his hands.

“it looks like the right notebook to me” you told him suspiciously, already starting to look for the page you were both looking at just a few seconds ago.

“yeah well it’s not” he answered, already on the defensive, and tried to take it back from your hands. in fact, he looked a bit too defensive for someone whose only fault was to have brought the wrong notebook, “give it back”.

finally, for the first time since he had set foot in your apartment, you felt like you truly had the upper hand on something. and you were planning on keeping it that way.

“or what?” you teased him and stood up from the couch - any opportunity to delay working on marketing was good to take. your eyes were still set on the open notebook, as you frantically turned the pages in hope to find one that you’d recognize.

jean looked pretty panicked now.

“give it back” he repeated, which only made you run to the kitchen to win yourself some time. “you’re insufferable” he groaned, yet he couldn’t allow himself to ‘be the bigger person’ right now. he needed his notebook back. or rather, he needed you to not look at it for too long. so he followed you to the kitchen with hurried steps.

when he entered, the floor was littered with documents which used to be slipped between the pages. you would put them back, but later. once you’d know what jean was so desperately trying to hide from you.

unfortunately, retreating to the kitchen might not have been your best strategic choice. because once your back hit the counter, you couldn’t back away from him any further.

“gotcha” jean smiled victoriously once he had you cornered, before taking the notebook back in a frustratingly calm way - although he was dangerously close to you. had he leaned towards you just a little bit more, you would have felt his brown strands of hair tickling your forehead.

you paused for a second, looking straight into his eyes. you knew he was enjoying this, it was written all over his face. but that is precisely what you decided to turn to your advantage. you made the most of his moment of self-satisfaction to take a step forward, your arm extended towards the notebook, which he had carefully been keeping out of your reach.

“where do you think you’re going?” he asked, pushing you back against the counter with his palm laying flat on your hips.

you wouldn’t have bet on it, but even he looked surprised by his sudden burst of confidence. it was paradoxal, the way his cheeks slightly blushed while his lips were stretching in a smirk.

but the person who spoke right after him wasn’t you.

jean didn’t immediately recognize the voice behind his back. but you did.

“OH GOD. i’m so sorry!” armin gasped, immediately turning away from you, “i thought no one was home!”.

“what the hell are you doing here?” you asked, freeing yourself from jean’s grip without too much effort since he had already taken a step aside, startled by your friend’s intervention.

“i forgot my charger!” armin explained, his eyes barely open as he groped his way through the kitchen.

“open your eyes, we’re decent” you scoffed, before handing him the charger which he had, indeed, left next to the coffee machine.

“thanks” he told you, still cleverly avoiding any eye contact with you or jean and just staring at his feet. he was speaking abnormally fast, “i’ll knock next time. see you later”.

and he left as quickly as he had arrived, muttering a small ‘the only time i use their damn spare key...’ before closing the door behind him.

you knew very well that armin’s interruption would not remain a secret. eren would probably hear about it as soon as he would be back home. and so would sasha and mikasa. armin was a lovely guy, but he had a hard time keeping things to himself. although he preferred to say he was ‘keen on sharing information’.

at least that interruption had the merit of being a great help to you. jean was still a bit dumbfounded by what had just happened, and his grip on the coveted notebook was starting to loosen.

you snatched it from his hands with disconcerting ease, and this time, you knew exactly where to open it.

“don’t-” he started, but gave up on the next words. it was too late.

there was, just like he had told you, a summary diagram on the top right corner of the page. once again, you recognized his handwriting. his o’s that looked like a’s. and his h’s that looked like n’s. but that’s not what caught your eye.

right below the diagram, a multitude of pencil strokes were covering a large portion of the page. the sketch you were looking at was so dark that most of the details appeared in negative space; a technique you figured must have required a lot of practice. but the technique isn’t what surprised you; it was what it had been used for, or rather, who.

jean had taken a few steps back, unconsciously fleeing this situation which put him in a state of immeasurable anxiety. how long would it take you to recognize that every pencil stroke had been made in an attempt to reproduce every detail of your features? something which, by the way, had been no easy thing since he had only been able to catch glimpses of your face back then.

“when did you... draw that?” was the only question you could bring yourself to ask.

it wasn’t so much the sketch in itself that made you struggle to speak up, but the realization that never in your entire life had someone’s representation of yourself looked so beautiful.

“last week” he lied. it was embarrassing enough that you had found one of his drawings, you didn’t have to know that he had been admiring you from afar for about a month now, "can you give it back now?”.

“i didn’t know you could draw” you eluded his request, “it’s really good. you’re talented”.

“thanks. can you give it back now?”

“why me?” you asked, and the fact that you were blatantly ignoring him made him clench his jaw in impatience.

“why not?” he shrugged, but this time he didn’t bother to ask for the notebook, he just took it back by himself, his fingers briefly touching yours.

mikasa’s words came back to your mind in a split second, sinking deeper into your brain as you followed him back to the living room.

there were many more questions you wanted to ask about that sketch. pieces of information that weren’t useful per se, but that you were still curious about. however, you figured he wouldn’t be very willing to answer them since he didn’t even want you to see the sketch in the first place.

it was a pity, really. because jean still had vivid memories of the day he had made it.

three wednesdays ago, the weather wasn’t as warm as it was today. he remembered it had been raining for the entire afternoon, and that gloomy atmosphere was making it impossible to get any work done at his apartment. he knew himself too well, whatever stupid movie would be broadcasted on the tv would seem much more entertaining than studying.

so he had gone to the library, something he never did except for rare studying sessions with marco, usually after realizing that they were both very likely to fail an upcoming exam.

but that day, great minds had thought alike.

it wasn’t unusual for you to spend your afternoons at the library; you were usually accompanied by armin, with whom you really liked to share the kind of peacefulness that emanated from this place.

still, the probability of you coming across jean while walking out of the old building had been low; although not nonexistent.

you only held the door open for him for a couple of seconds, but that brief appearance of yours had remained engrained in his mind like a painting on the walls of his brain.

your fingertips that were barely holding the door handle, your other hand busy looking at the bottom of your bag for armin’s umbrella, the distracted tone of your ‘you’re welcome’ which had followed his awkward ‘thank you’. after that, he knew there wasn’t any chance for him to have a productive afternoon, study-wise at least.

so he drew, mostly; while mentally cursing sasha and connie for skipping so many classes, and therefore preventing him from seeing you much more often. if he couldn't bring himself to actually talk to you, he would’ve at least liked to see you.

it seemed that the only thing for him to be grateful for, at that moment, was the fact that sasha and connie had held their tongue. they knew jean’s interest had been piqued by you a few weeks ago, but based on your lack of reaction when you had held that door for him, he deduced that they hadn’t told you a word about it.

now that he came to think of it, did you even know who he was?

that was a question he had all afternoon to think about.

or rather, he would have, had his train of thoughts not been interrupted by the arrival of someone who had spotted him from the other side of the library.

“studying hard, i see” pieck’s voice - although nothing more than a whisper - startled him. she dropped her bag at her feet, and slumped down on the chair next to him.

“i’m taking a break” jean justified himself, immediately turning the page to hide his sketch from her curious eye.

“a pretty long break... you’ve been drawing for a while now” she corrected him, still keeping her voice down, and he wondered for how long she had been watching him. “nice sketch by the way. are you gonna give it to her?”.

shoot.

“obviously not” jean replied, and at that moment he felt so discouraged by his own answer that he thought about ripping the entire page off and throwing it in the trash, “it’s already lame enough to have a crush on someone who doesn’t even know my name, let’s not humiliate myself even more”.

pieck did not respond immediately. with her arms crossed, she leaned back in her chair and let out a sigh that jean did not really know how to interpret. it was the kind of sigh adults made after witnessing some sort of childish innocence.

her reply came after a few seconds of silence:

“you and porco... you’re the same” she stated very matter-of-factly, “you guys are the kind of people who feel empty when they don’t have someone to direct their affection towards”. she marked a short pause. “i think it’s really sweet”.

“it fucking sucks, you mean” jean mumbled, acerbic, and dropped his pen on the notebook. the nib added another messy line to his sketch.

pieck turned around to give him a glance: “it won’t suck when you’ll find someone who actually cares about you”, and that sentence alone had been enough to destroy any hope of actually getting some work done for the rest of the day.

in fact, that sentence had never really left his mind. sometimes it still prevented him from getting any work done, as it usually induced long sessions of self-reflection.

but right now, as he watched you sit back on your couch, he knew he couldn’t allow that to happen. no, he needed to be alone to sort his thoughts out.

“so... where did we stop before you started being annoying?” he asked, reluctantly opening that notebook once again. he absolutely loathed this page now.

you knew that, in order to answer that question, you needed to enter your password in your laptop - which had had plenty of time to put itself to sleep. but what your mind ordered, your body had some trouble executing.

the truth was that it was getting harder and harder to pretend that your eyes weren’t still drawn to that sketch, though in the least narcissistic way. because you weren’t looking at yourself, you were looking at a version of yourself that only existed in his mind. and there was something almost addictive about it.

your fingers hovering over your keyboard, you still hadn’t answered his first question when he asked another one:

“wanna keep it?”

in the blink of an eye, your gaze shifted from the notebook to his face. from the art to the artist. and you nodded without really thinking about it.

it’s only as he began meticulously tearing the page off that you were able to form a coherent sentence.

“do you draw your friends often?” you asked, still unable to look away from the sketch.

“only the good-looking ones” he replied with a faint smile, and the embarrassed chuckle that slipped out of your lips made him want to scream his lungs out against the pillows.

but he managed to keep his composure, and quietly began leafing through his notebook.

now that you were paying attention to it, you realized how many pages were missing. it seemed obvious that jean did not care much about his marketing notes, but your laptop had been inactive for too long for you to blame him.

“here’s sasha” he told you, pointing at the top left corner of a page dedicated to what looked like an analysis of customer behavior.

you scooted closer to him, leaning forward to admire how well he had captured her lively eyes. he, on the other hand, was admiring something else. you looked so amazed by his silly little sketches, it might have been the first time he felt proud of them.

in fact, and he practically cringed at the thought, it had been quite some time since he hadn’t felt proud of himself in general. except maybe at the end of saturday’s match... but it had been a different kind of pride. one that he knew had been mostly due to the sight of you cheering for him - no, for the team. you were cheering for the team, he reminded himself.

it was a stupid thought, but if his happiness had to be defined by his co-dependency for another person, he was glad his heart had picked someone like you.

jean did not even realize how much he was smiling until he took his eyes off of you to turn to the next page. he didn’t even need to tell you who it was, you would have recognized connie’s face amongst a thousand.

“i thought you only drew good-looking people?” you frowned, and he turned away to hide a snort.

“i’ll make sure to let him know about that comment...”

“i’ll make sure to let him know it made you laugh” you retorted.

“fair enough” he gave up, and let you turn to the next page. and to the following. and the one after... he didn’t have anything to keep from you anymore; so he just leaned back on the couch, fondly watching the excitement on your face every time you found another sketch hidden in the pages.

but the notebook eventually came to an end. and with it, you found yourself abruptly recalled to the reality of your own marketing lessons. but if your motivation wasn’t very high before, it surely was much lower right now. and this was something that jean seemed to quickly understand, based on the way you mirrored his position and rested your back against the pillows.

“what do you think you’re doing?” he asked, suddenly sitting up straight, “i don’t remember you letting me take such long breaks when we were studying at my place”.

you groaned reluctantly, but was forced to admit that he was right. luckily you really didn’t have much to do, and you figured it would be better to get this over with as soon as possible. so you got back to work - that is, if you had even started working at all - and, without much trouble, got everything done within fifteen minutes.

jean liked to think it was all thanks to him... and that’s what you let him believe. he looked too happy not to.

but he did not leave your apartment right away. and it slowly dawned on you that, for the first time since porco’s party, you had no particular reason to be spending time together, except for the simple enjoyment of each other’s company. but neither of you seemed bothered by that.

not once in the hour you spent together did the conversation fall flat. you remembered noticing the same thing the first time you had been to his place; but it was much more striking today, probably due to the almost vulnerable nature of the notebook episode.

in fact, you were pretty sure the conversation could have kept going for much longer, had sasha not come back home around 11.

“well this is disappointing” she stated when she entered the living room, staring at all the marketing-related documents spread on the table. “i thought you meant “studying” with jean”, she said with her fingers in the shape of air-quotes, “and not actually studying with jean”.

“what are you tying to say?” jean raised a hand to stop her from talking more, “that you would’ve preferred to walk in on us?”.

“ew. that’s kind of weird, sash” you backed him up.

both of you were now glaring her up and down, incriminating her with your eyes only.

“ugh, i forgot how annoying you are when you’re together” she sighed, already turning away from you, “anyways, i’m off to my room. don’t do anything i wouldn’t”.

“actually, i think i’m gonna head back home” jean stood up before she could walk away, “my classes start in an hour and i still have a few things to do”.

“oh yeah, of course” you stood up right after him, “thanks again for the help. and for...”, you told him, but didn’t need to finish your sentence for him to understand what you were referring to. the torn page still hadn’t left your hand.

“no worries. i felt inspired” he smiled at you, putting one arm in his denim jacket, “so, i’ll see you guys thursday. text me if you have any more questions”.

sasha and you both waved at him, but the looks on your faces were radically different. your face seemed stuck on a perpetual look of contentment. she, however, was just glaring at you with a mischievous spark in her eyes, which you pretended not to notice until jean had left the apartment.

“what?” you sighed, but as much as you tried to look annoyed, the corners of your lips still refused to go down.

she stayed silent on purpose. letting her grin speak for herself.

“sasha...” you repeated, more pressing, “just spit it out already”.

her grin did not fade, but she finally seemed inclined to talk:

“let’s just say that...”, she started before turning he back on you to head towards her room, “i haven’t seen that look on his face in a big while. and i surely have never seen it on yours before”.

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september nights

request: i was wondering if you could write another soft bill smut? i don’t really have a specific plot in mind, we’re just really lacking content on tumblr rn :( in some really precarious place where they don’t want to get caught

warnings: soft smut, like i mean very soft.

word count: 2118

before your lips met bill denbrough’s, love was always, to say the least, a conundrum. lets be real for second, boys wasted your time, and you let them. only the cute ones of course. you are a hopeless romantic, drunk off of molly ringwald and john travolta films. you wanted any relationship you had to be just like the movies.

through your heart breaks, your best friends stood by you, your losers. eddie, richie, bev, stan, ben, and bill. for each tear you shed a punch was thrown to the man who caused it, they were protective over you. bill the most though, he always got so defensive when you were in the mix. all throughout middle & high school, bill has had to deal with every guy who even dares to think about breaking your heart.

“its not fair bill” you wailed into your pillow. he stroked your back and hushed you, his eyes welling with tears. “im never fucking good enough for any guy and its so fucking sad!” your complaints being cut off mid sentence by a choked out cry. “y-y/n. all of y-your boyfriend are i-idiots. anyone w-who would d-d-do this to you isnt w-worth your t-time. anyone w-would be the luckiest in the w-world to have y-you in their life” you picked your head up and looked at him with swollen lips and blood shot eyes “there no one out there for me bill, no one.”

he bit his lip, fighting back any tears dripping from his eyes “they j-just dont see how p-pretty you are. how g-gentle and caring and s-s-sweet, and h-how your face c-can light up any room. theyre f-fucking idiots, and you d-deserve m-more.” you clearly thought he was being nice, because you could take a MOTHER FUCKING GOD DAMN hint, so you replied “i wish there was someone out there like you, for me, that thinks of me the way you do.”

he furrowed his brows, tossing his head back and running his fingers furiously through his hair. “d-dammit y/n!” he cursed “cant you s-see what ive b-been trying to say? w-w-what ive been t-trying to say f-for the last f-five years!?!” your expression was bewildered, your brain was going a mile a minute trying to figure out what he meant. his frustration got the best of him, he got up and stormed out the door, feeling embarrassed and stupid for trying to make you understand how he felt.

he was half way out your front door, fuming for his keys lodged deep into his front pocket; when suddenly:

“bill!”

his head turned at the call of his name, “y-y/n please i d-”

smack.

your lips locked with his, he rain pouring heavily outside. bills lips stilled at the contact, but this lasted briefly, he deepened this kiss by pulling you in to his abdomen by your mid back. your bunched the front of his base ball t shirt with your fists, and he did the same but with your hair.

the rest is basically history.

now six months later, and you couldnt have been happier. bill knew how to treat you, nights out twice a week (you always wanted to pay but bill insisted,) holding your hand to and from classes, he let you borrow have his varsity baseball jacket, which smelt just like him and was a little too big for you.

when he would drop you off and your classes, he would always grab your hand and transfer a tiny piece of paper into your palm. when you got into class to unfold it, it was always a cute little message about his love for you.

bill had it bad for you, everyone knew that, and you loved every minute of it. he met every and any standard you had, and exceeded your expectations.

it was september, still warm enough in derry to wear shorts, so you and your friends thought of a last hurrah for the ending of the summery weather.

“camp out, its nearly perfect” Richie exclaimed. eddie rolled his eyes “like youve ever been near anything perfect toizer, do you even know what perfect means?” richie shoved eddie “yeah eddie i actually have. have you seen amanda’s tits?”

you tuned out richie and eddies bickering as you’re boyfriend cleared his throat. “you g-gonna go?” he said into your ear, “only if you promise to wear bug spray bill, you know how bad-” he cut you off with a kiss, his mouth forming a small smile at how cute you were. “get a room, honestly” stan poked, pda wasn’t his favorite... “at least i h-have something to k-kiss aye s-stannie”

you arrived at the edge of the forest, parking your car at the last parking ish space. you walked toward the sounds of ben and richie fighting, and came to see that richie really went all out. three tents, sticks for a fire, and more snacks than anyone needed.

you all spent the remanence of the daylight dancing in the light sky, sharing stories, and eating waaaay too many chips. it was dark now, you all huddled in a circle near the fire; making small talk and trying not to admit you were all very tired.

“ok folks, im off to bed” richie yawned “me stan eddie n’ mike will take the green tent, bev and ben in the red.” richie paused and smirked over at you and bill, you were tangled in his limbs, golfed in his navy blue pull over. “and uh- heh- billy boy and y/n in the yellow tent eh?” you could practically feel bills eye roll, god richie was so immature.

“w-we dont have to s-sleep in the s-s-same tent, i c-can ask ben if he’d s-switch” you look up at bill and reassure him “bill no- its not a big deal, right?” he tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses the side of your temple “c-course not.”

you both went into the tent, bill began to unroll the blankets you both had packed tightly into your bags. You both set up your makeshift bed, bill leaned against a pile of pillows while you hugged his side, your face buried in his neck. his smell was absolutely intoxicating; his skin had remanence of his milk and honey body wash, but it was slightly overpowered by wintergreen, clove, and his bourbon cologne.

you were like this for around an hour, the orange crank-powered lantern being the only source of light. you switch positions though, you now laid your head on his lap, reading a magazine you stole from the hair salon. he watched your eyes scan every letter, when you read something funny you’d huff to yourself, and when something was intresting you stuck your tongue out from between your teeth. he adored you.

“d-dont stay up t-too late” he stroked your hair off your shoulder “we have t-to have you w-well r-r-rested.” you sat up from beside him, as he adjusted the pillows and took off his pull over, then his pants. he got under the covers and waited for you.

“nice donut boxers” you laughed. “s-shut up” he blushed and regreted not changing them when he had the chance. you turned around took off your shirt, you were shy about how you looked, but it was just bill. it was just bill. you heard his breath hitch, his eagerness radiating off his body onto yours. the air became tense as you unzipped your pants and threw them to the corner. you turned around, bills pupils growing until you were completely facing him.

“yeah i know. mine are boring” you laugh nervously, brushing your hair behind your ear and getting under the covers next to him. he didnt respond, he couldnt take his eyes off of you.you began to sit up again “i can go put back on-” “n-no!” he interrupts, his blush taking up his entire face.

“i j-j-just cant b-believe i g-get to see something s-so special” he gulped “s-so b-b-b-beautiful.”

you grabbed him by his shoulders and kissed him, hard. youve been with boys before, i mean youve dated plenty of people. but no one ever called your body special. hot, yeah. nice, yeah. beautiful, sure. but no one ever thought that it was special.

bill was a kind boy, the most you two have ever done is get each other off with your hands, always clothed. bill never asked to see more, he felt lucky enough just to make you feel good, and that was enough for him. so when you felt the heat of his hands hovering over your body but not touching it, you new you’d have to call the shots tonight.

“bill,” you laid down “just touch me everywhere, please.” he crawled in between your legs, kneeling so that he could lean over your face “m-my pleasure.”

he traced your collar, leaving small, delicate, kisses to make up for what his fingers left behind as they trailed. he kissed the valley between your breasts, licking slow striped down your skin. he picked up your upper back a little and cocked his head to the side, you nodded and he unclipped your bra. he sat their with his mouth open, taking in the view. you blushed and muttered “hey, keep that mouth to good use.” he dipped down and sucked on your nipples, his mouth felt so good against your skin grazed with goosebumps. he was gingerly with his tongue, it was sexy, it was romantic. he kissed down your stomach, his fingers sweeping down your sides. you could see his member pressing against his boxers, the pressure made him wince every once in a while. his fingers met your panties and he hooked them. again, he looked up for permission, you nodded once again.

he brought your underwear down your legs and off, looking back to see what he had relieved. he licked his lips, getting ready to please you more than he already did. but you felt bad, bill always gave gave and gave. “its ok, im ready right now.” bill looked up at you in shock, he wasnt expecting you’d want to go all the way. “y/n, y-youre sure?” you lean up and kiss his lips, swiping your tongue against his bottom lip “please.”

he pulled down his boxers eagerly, his member sprung out to hit his stomach. he lined up with you, checking once more that it was ok. then he pushed in, bottoming out. he felt bigger than you thought, of course he was well endowed, but he filled you up so well. you mewled, the pain and pleasure making a delicious feeling that made your toes curl.

he waited, but began slowly moving after a bit. he grunted, feeling you wrapped around him was something he’d never be able to get out of his head he thought to himself. he grunted “f-fuck this feels g-good’ he grunted, his breath becoming heavy and full of lust. with every stroke, you felt yourself get more and more lost in the bliss he made you feel. “youre making me feel so good bill” you moan, the sound of his name coming out of your mouth driving him absolutely crazy. he speeds up, loving the view of your face contorting in pleasure and your body moving with his.

he couldnt help but feel admiration to you, your hair formed a halo around your head, and the sweat that coated your skin made you glisten in the orange light. “im t-the luckiest in the world” he husks, holding your cheek.

you felt the knot in your core coming undone, “bill im close” you strain, trying not to be too loud so you dont wake your friends. he moved your leg up to his shoulder, hitting you from a different, deeper angle. his fingers went to your clit, making you bite your had to stop you from screaming. “you l-look so p-pretty y/n, t-taking me s-so well. making y-you feel so good.” “so good bill” you repeat, drunken off his cock and fingers.

without warning, you came came, your legs spazzing as you moaned “fuck bill” he followed, his hips stuttering, as he cried out into your shoulder. he pulled out and laid next to you, both of you breathing heavily and coming off your highs.

“y/n” he looked at you “t-that was really j-just wow- thank y-you.” you kissed him, chaste and sweet “that was great yeah?” “it w-was perfect babe. t-thank you f-for t-that. i love you y-y/n.”

“i love you too bill.”

he sat up, his fingers dancing on your inner thigh.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“c-can we p-please do t-that again?”

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wheelsup · 3 years

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the taming of the shrew | two

if i be waspish, best beware my sting

after some setbacks, penelope is willing to do anything to get you back on board. but has spencer already ruined things?

A/N: hello! im so sorry that this posting schedule is super inconsistent. the more i thought about this chapter, the less i liked the more technical aspects of it. but! i hope you enjoy to plot aspect of it nonetheless <3 thanks for reading!

category: fluff, slow burn series, spencer reid x fem!reader

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Since that phone call with Penelope, she’d been over nearly every night for a week with plates of treats and onslaughts of apologies. Each time she came knocking, you told her there was no amount of persuasion that could change your mind. And yet the following night, she’d be there, a new type of pastry in hand and a new set of reasons why Spencer was worth the trouble.

First, she brought blueberry muffins and reasoned that deep below that prickly exterior, he really was everything she promised –– sweet and caring. But that must be deep, deep down. Like, The Lost City of Atlantis, deep down, because you didn’t expect it to surface any time soon.

Then, she brought fudge brownies and explained that his behavior wasn’t personal –– he was getting snippy with everyone lately. And while you maintained that anybody would have a hard time getting along with Spencer, you were absolutely positive that it was now impossible for you.

Quite frankly, it wasn’t just Spencer who was unwilling to play nice. You hated him. More than you’ve ever hated a stranger.

You wished him a lifetime riddled with minor inconveniences that would drive him to the edge of insanity. You wanted him to miss all his trains by just a quarter of a minute; close enough so that he could see it leave the platform, knowing he almost made it on. You wanted him to constantly feel like he was about to sneeze. You wanted his socks to be perpetually wet, and if he should happen to put on a dry pair? You hoped he stepped in a puddle.

That was all you could think about as you laid out on your couch, munching on one of Penelope’s lemon bars while she paced around your apartment. She kept going on and on advertising Spencer to you. As annoying as it was, she was also saving you a ton on groceries that week.

For the most part, you filtered her out. Not a single word that came out of her mouth was believable anymore, especially not when she was talking about Spencer. Despite what Penelope thought of him, you saw in him what she refused to accept.

As her speech came to a close, she looked at you like she expected a response to dignify her prattling.

“Give it a rest, Penelope. He’s a lost cause,” you laughed dryly. “He doesn’t need –– nor does he want –– anyone in his life.” At the very least, he definitely didn’t want you.

“Yes, that’s the problem!” If you’d been listening to her, you would’ve heard her saying the same thing. “He doesn’t want to date!”

Your head just about exploded when she said that.

There had been countless, fruitless conversations about this, and all along she saw the gaping hole in her supposedly airtight plan?

“If he doesn’t want to DATE, then WHAT was the point of this?!” Your fingers pressed the bridge of your nose; you suddenly felt a headache coming on. Funny how it always happened around the time of day that Penelope came to visit.

Penelope stopped pacing. She stalked over to your couch, picked your legs up by your ankle, and moved them to make space for herself. You begrudgingly sat upright as she took her place beside you.

“Because he’s not himself anymore. He’s not open like he used to be. Not to the people who care about him the most, and certainly not to the world.”

Penelope toyed with the hem of her dress, distracting herself from her quivering lip before pressing on, “Spencer Reid has always wanted love. And it’s not right that he no longer believes he can have it.”

You hadn’t seen Penelope look so desperate until now. It was concerning. Because what could make her look so hopeless? What could make Spencer so hopeless?

“Penelope, I don’t know what’s wrong with your little friend, but… there’s a lot more bubbling inside him than you’re letting on.”

She chewed up the insides of her cheeks, wincing to herself at your incredibly accurate claim.

“You are hiding something, aren’t you?” You narrowed your eyes on her. You were no detective, or whatever exactly her team did, but she was just awful at concealing her thoughts.

“It’s not my story to tell,” she murmured.

She could already feel herself about to give it away and doubled down her mental defenses against it. Focusing extra hard on keeping Spencer’s privacy intact. If only you knew her track record with secrets, you’d be proud of her for staying quiet this long.

“What isn’t your story?”

“That his girlfriend died last year.”

She spilled it before she even realized what she was saying. You’d just asked so nonchalantly that she forgot she was talking aloud. Penelope turned purple, terrified now that the whole truth was out there.

You couldn’t even take satisfaction in the fact that your trick worked. You were just as mortified as Penelope, and if you weren’t already sitting down, you knew you’d need to. You assumed there was something deeper going on with him, you didn’t think it was a dead girlfriend. That was some Nicholas Sparks shit.

“He pretends like he’s fine but I know he’s not. And if he found a way to move on, maybe he’d start feeling as okay as he claims to be,” she sniffled before snot could run from her nose, tears lining the rims of her eyes. “I know I should’ve given you the full picture, but I didn’t think you’d go for it if you knew…”

You were too floored to process it all right away. This added a whole new layer of complicated to an already uneasy arrangement.

“Well, I know you’re right about one thing. I would’ve said no.”

She gave you a set of pleading eyes, praying you’d see where she was coming from.

“I know,” she whispered defeatedly. “But maybe... now that you know, you can understand why he acts out the way he does.”

“Penelope, I can’t just… make someone move on, or –– or get them to believe in love! Especially when it’s fake.”

How on Earth did she expect you to pull that off? Did that guy from A Walk to Remember move on when Mandy Moore died? You hadn’t seen the ending of the movie, but you assumed not.

“I’m sorry, this is just… a lot bigger than the favor I thought it was ––”

“What if I could return it?” she cut in. The gears in her head started to turn, figuring ways to patch up the holes she made.

“There’s nothing I need from you.”

That couldn’t be true. Penelope looked around the room and it didn’t take her long to think of it.

“I can help you sell your art,” she tempted, gesturing to the scattered canvases. “You make all your income from this, right?”

You didn’t want to give any fuel to her fire, but you nodded. “What if… what if you didn’t have to settle for local buyers? What if I told you that you could make way more money selling them to the whole world?”

You chortled at her idea.

You were a local artist, through and through. Your art got put in local galleries and sold to local buyers. Nothing more, and that was fine with you. You realized it a long time ago that it was just a pipe dream to think you’d be more.

“I’m serious! You could get a separate painting studio, and stop living in one? Huh?” She wrapped her hand around your shoulder, waving the other in the air, urging you to picture it with her. “Imagine this: a kitchen that’s separate from your living room. A bed, inside it’s own four walls, and more than twelve feet from where you cook your meals.”

Pushing aside her so blatantly insulting your apartment, if that were a possibility, you’d want nothing more. But it already sounded foolish and you hadn’t even heard how she planned to pull it off.

“Penelope, I’m fine where I am. I make the money I need, and that’s... it’s fine.”

She gave you a pointed look. “You know, I can hack all search engine results to make sure you are what comes up first anytime someone enters the word ‘painting’, right?

An airy chuckle left your lips. Of course she could. You patted her thigh twice and stood up, prompting her to follow you to your door –– hopefully, so she can show herself to the other side of it. “Still no, Pen.”

“Just take some time to think about it!” Her voice carried through the wood as you shut it on her.

There was this one bench in Kenilworth Park – the one that overlooks the crystal clear pond – that you’d always been able to rely on to fix any problem.

There was hidden magic in the bushes that sprawled out from the edges of the water, surrounded by spiky green blades of overgrown grass. A simplicity you loved in baby ducklings paddling into the tiny body of water, swimming close together so they don’t get lost in, what seems to them, a whole ocean. And clarity provided by the freshest air in the world, under the shade of the big oak trees on a late summer afternoon.

But at the present, none of that came close to being enough.

The artist’s block started off as a minor inconvenience, but without your permission, had stretched into weeks of steadily declining motivation. Each new idea felt even worse than the last, and you were acutely aware that there would come a point where you’d officially hit maximum capacity for how awful they could get.

Still, that didn’t seem to light a fire under you. You happily coexisted with the blank pages of your sketchbook. Staring down at them, laying open on your lap in their stark-white glory, you felt like you were playing a waiting game. If you stared long and hard enough, maybe they’d flinch.

Unfortunately, you never got to find out who won, because your phone rang inside your pocket. As if the caller had interrupted an incredible genius at work (which couldn’t be farther from the truth), you hastily raised the phone to your ear, slamming your sketchbook shut.

“Hello?” Your voice wasn’t as kind as it could be for someone with nothing better to be doing. Two seconds later, you learned who was calling and came to regret it.

“Hi, This is Rebecca from District Arts, calling with a message from Andre ––”

“Oh, hi!” you tried to walk back your previous tone, straightening up in your seat and pitching your voice higher, “Yeah, I’ve been waiting to hear from him!”

While Rebecca intimidated you, Andre happened to be your closest friend at the gallery. He worked closely with the artists to curate their collection and help them make sales.

“Does he want to sort out what to set the opening bid prices at for my new pieces?” A handful of days ago, you sent him pictures of your new work and were waiting to hear his thoughts. You’d always been able to trust his opinion, and a vote of confidence from him might be just the thing to inspire you.

“Uhm…” There was a criminally long pause on the other side of the line, ended by Rebecca’s weary inhale. “Unfortunately, we’re calling to inform you that your pieces will not be included in the next rotation.”

For a minute, you weren’t sure what to make of what she said. You’d never heard those words before.

“What – what do you mean?” you laughed nervously. She probably misspoke. Perks of friendship aside, Andre always included you in sets.

“Ugh, let me just get him…” her voice faded away as she put the phone down.

That wasn’t exactly the reassuring statement you were looking for. In the time it took for the call to switch hands, your confusion finally melted in. And then quickly boiled into anger.

The District Arts gallery changed their entire collection every two months. The pieces shown accepted rolling bids throughout the full eight weeks, finally selling at the end of term to their highest offer. After that, the pieces got taken down, sent to happy new owners, and the entire gallery reset with entirely new works.

So if you missed one rotation, that meant waiting two months to get back in.

“Andre, how am I just cut from the gallery!” you barked before he could get a word in. If he didn’t like your work, he could’ve just said so.

“No one said that ––”

“Okay, let me rephrase.” You pinched the bridge of your nose, something you found yourself doing quite frequently lately, and took a deep breath in and out. It was seemingly just for show because it did absolutely nothing to calm you down. “Why wouldn’t you put me in the next set? I’m in all of them!”

“I know you are!” He sounded just as upset. “It’s just that… we give you the biggest space we have, because you always manage to fill it up. But this time… I’m not so sure you can.”

“That’s ridiculous,” you scoffed. “What makes you say that?” You asked that, but you knew.

“You’ve only finished three pieces… I’m worried how you’ll deliver seven more before we set up.”

“But… it’s four weeks away, I could do ––”

“And it took you four weeks to make what you have... I’m sorry. We couldn’t take that gamble.”

He took your silence as an opportunity to turn off the work talk and speak, just friend to friend.

“You know that I trust you and I’d hold that spot if I could. But, I also know what you’re going through right now, and… I don’t know, maybe letting yourself rest would be a good thing?”

Your heart paused. By, “knowing what you’re going through”, you assumed he didn’t mean the little artist’s block.

“If you’re implying that I can’t do my job because of what happened with Cyrus –”

“I’m not, I’m not....” he backtracked as quickly as he could. “But take another look at the paintings you showed me and tell me if they feel like you.”

Even if he was right, you wanted to fight him. You wanted to cry. You wanted to beg that you didn’t need that big space; you were willing to downsize and just turn in the three that you had. Even if they got shoved into the corner where hardly anybody bothered to look. You just couldn’t afford to go two months without the income.

But even with tears beading up, you realized that the gallery couldn’t afford it either. They needed to bring in money and you couldn’t do that for them this time. So they were right to go to someone who can.

“Right,” you sniffled, recollecting yourself so he can’t hear the shakiness in your voice. “I understand. It’s a big risk, like you said… It’s for the better.”

Andre tried to thank you for being understanding and spewed some sort of encouragement. The words flew over your head. You managed to toss in a few ‘mhmm’s and ‘sure’s at the right places to coast you along until the call finally ended.

As soon as it went dead, you dropped your phone to the side and brought your hands to your face, rubbing them furiously over your cheeks. Your fingertips pressed hard into your eyelids, trying to forcibly reabsorb the tears threatening to spill.

It almost worked, until you tried to breathe.

A full sob escaped in that one gulp of air and you succumbed to it. But the loud crunching noise of some pedestrian walking over the falling leaves destroyed your sense of privacy, and you quickly wiped away all signs of your breakdown. The crunching stopped just short of your bench and on instinct you flicked your eyes up to see who the intruder was.

You did a double take. It was him. That fucking asshole.

He was standing there, looking dumber than you could even remember, with his hands in his coat pockets and a curious look on his face as he watched you cry. Tucking your sketchbook under your arm in haste, you made it a point to stand up with as much aggression as possible, rolling your eyes at him.

“Don’t worry, I’m leaving,” you barked. “No need to yell at me this time.”

You bristled past him, barely refraining yourself from checking his shoulder as payback. You wanted to believe you were better than him, but it did sound incredibly tempting. He stood there for a moment before turning on his heel and following you.

“Wait,” he groaned.

You didn’t listen, neither stopping nor slowing down.

“I said wait,” he huffed as he caught up to you, popping up at your side and jogging along as you kept going.

“Yeah, because I need to listen to a guy who yells at strangers in bookstores.”

Now that you’d brought up the elephant in the room, your feet started moving even faster, working double time to get you away from him.

Damn the fact that he had those long legs. He didn’t even break a sweat trying to keep up. He was inescapable.

“Well, if you waited like I asked, you would’ve gotten an apology for the ––”

“Gee, thanks!” you yelled, stopping for only a second to turn to him and give him a mocking bow of your head, hands clasped together like you were praising at his altar. “I was waiting with bated breath for that! Thank you, kind sir, for now my life can go on.”

“Look, I’m actually sorry,” he snapped. Then in realizing the irony, softened his voice, “I’m sorry for being rude. I was having a bad day… not that that’s an excuse.”

You stared at him blankly, just watching his mouth moving quickly and waiting until it finally stopped.

“Did you need something?”

“Did you… did you not hear what I just said?!”

“No, sorry,” you smiled, voice sweet like sugar. “My ears filter bullshit. Wanna try again?”

He scoffed, looking away like he couldn’t believe you before stepping even closer. “What’s your problem?”

“Me!? The fuck –– what the fuck is your problem?” You turned and stormed off again, seething at his audacity. Spencer just couldn’t relent his annoying tendencies and followed yet again.

“My problem is that I’m trying to be nice, and you’re not letting me!”

You got a good, hard laugh out of that. “Okay, first of all, having to apologize for yelling at me and pushing me isn’t exactly the best starting point for the journey of becoming a nice person.”

“Like I said, I was having a bad day.”

Under your breath, you muttered, “Well, I hope this one’s even worse.”

“Why are you such a ––” He stopped himself from finishing that thought. Even in his worst mood, he wouldn’t cross that line.

But he didn’t need to finish it, you knew exactly where he wanted to take it. The soles of your shoes scraped against the loose gravel as you came to a grinding halt, ears ringing.

“A what?” You turned to face him, a sarcastic smile on your face growing wider as he started to shrink more and more. You got up close in his face, daring him to say what he really wanted to. So he could reinforce your belief in exactly the type of person he was. “A what?”

Spencer pursed his lips and shook his head, refusing to say it no matter how much you challenged him. If he wasn’t going to have the balls to say it, you decided to take it upon yourself.

“Tell you what, you keep thinking about it and get back to me the next time you’re in a cunty mood.”

The word he was thinking of was probably not as bad, but you had a habit of escalating things. Even if you took this one too far, you didn’t care.

Before you tried to take off again, Spencer’s hand flew to your elbow. He tugged you back, forcing you to turn around and face him. He didn’t know his own strength; without any resistance, you came stumbling into his chest, at risk of falling over if it weren’t for his tight grip on your arm.

It took you a beat to push him away with both your hands on his chest, vocalizing your disgust for being so close to him.

“Can you stop trying to disagree with me for a second? I’m trying to tell you that you’re right, I was being a… well, you know…” He avoided the word. Apparently ‘cunt’ was where he drew the line. “I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve it.”

Your nostrils were still flared and blood hot as ever, but he made you pause. He looked sincere, if not a little tinged with guilt as well. You were suspicious of it.

“You saw me crying and felt bad, didn’t you?”

He laughed darkly. “Well, I saw you, yes. Did I feel bad? No.”

“Oh, my God,” you growled, berating yourself for getting close to believing he might be capable of decency.

“I’m joking! I’m joking.” He squeezed your elbow twice in earnest. “I did feel bad, but that’s not why I wanted to say it.”

“Okay.” You weren’t ready to give him a real smile, so you flattened your lips into a thin line and nodded once slowly, and left it at that.

You still weren’t a fan, but the apology did dampen some of the resentment. Maybe he wasn’t the worst person alive. You’d settle for saying top ten most annoying, instead.

Minutes later, you came to the startling realization that he was still on the path, just two paces behind you. You flinched when you saw him out of the corner of your eye, not expecting him to still be here.

“Uhm. Where are you… why are you still following me?”

“I’m not. My car’s that way,” he gestured to the parking lot at the end of the long walkway. “I forgot my loaf for the ducks.” He didn’t mean to offer that information up, it just slipped out. He could practically see your smug expression coming before it even got there.

“You’re not supposed to feed bread to the ducks. It’s bad for them.”

“I don’t.” He didn’t care to explain this to you, but he couldn’t have you thinking he was any less competent than he really was. “It’s a special bread made from water and seeds that were ground into flour. It’s duck-safe.”

“They make duck-safe bread?” Now that was something you’d never heard before.

“No… I make duck-safe bread,” he said softly under his breath.

You didn’t know how else you were supposed to react to that besides laughing wildly.

“You make it?” He nodded like you were the crazy one here. As if he wasn’t the one spending his spare time grinding up seeds and baking loaves of bread for ducks, donning a frilly pink apron and oven mitts as he did so. At least that’s how you imagined it. “Why not just feed them the seeds?”

“Because, loose seeds will sink in the water and can potentially clog waterbeds and cause foreign bacteria growth in the pond.”

“So you… hand-make the seeds into a little loaf of bread so it doesn't do that?”

He confirmed. You pondered silently for a moment, then absolutely had to ask, “You ever eaten the duck bread before?”

Spencer was caught off guard by that question. His cheeks deepened to a rosy color.

“Yeah, well, it was the house so…” he laughed nervously and stared at his sneakers. “It’s actually not too bad.”

You weren’t entirely surprised by that. You remembered what his grocery basket looked like, and given those same options, you probably would’ve tried the duck bread too. Still, you cracked the smallest of grins at knowing he makes bread for ducks. The one, sole redeeming fact you’ve learned about Spencer.

You reached your car first, and Spencer stopped in front of it with you.

“I’m actually sorry, you know,” he whispered once more, hand resting at the top of your car door as you opened it. He wasn’t talking about the incident at the bookstore.

“Yeah…” For a while you were so busy being angry at Spencer that you forgot about your own problems.

He noticed your nose was still red around the edges, eyes still a little bleary. “Are you okay, by the way?” His voice was too soft, too genuine.

You shook your head no.

“Is there anything I can do?” You shook your head again. And then you had an awful thought.

You knew he was just offering to help just to say it, because that’s how people react when you say you’re not okay even if they don’t care. But there actually was something he could do for you… Something that Penelope could do.

“Uh, no but…” you fixed your hair and tucked it behind your ear, seamlessly switching to a flirtier voice. “If you still feel bad about the other day, you’re welcome to make it up to me.”

Spencer cocked his head to the side, unsure of how he could do that.

“Hang out with me sometime.”

“H-hang out?” You could tell that it flustered him, even if he tried to play it off. He swallowed thickly, nose twitching and brows scrunched together.

“Relax, I really do just mean hang out.” You were lying through your teeth. He didn’t need to know that.

As if he didn’t want to think about it for a second longer and just get out of this conversation as quickly as possible, he agreed without thinking it through. He didn’t even ask why an almost complete stranger would want to hang out with him.

You stuck your hand out, expecting him to hand over his cell so you could put your contact into it. He rocked on the balls of his feet, watching as you input your contact and sent yourself a text on his phone.

“Hi, this is…” you read out your message as you typed, pausing at just the right place. “What’s your name by the way?”

“Oh-uh, I’m Spencer.”

A devilish grin took over your face, hidden from his view while you were looking down at the screen. He was going to be easy to fool.

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hotch-stufff · 3 years

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Love is Complicated

gifs by hqtchner & ncis-season-

Pairing: Hotch x reader, Gibbs x reader

Warnings!: angst, pining, kissing, fluff

Request: "well i was thinking about a criminal minds x ncis crossover, where the reader has a big crush on gibbs but then she meets hotch and she is really confused 😿" @wolviesbabes

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Your hand scribbled yet another word on the endless stack of paperwork that littered your desk. It really did never end. You set your pen down. You needed a break. You looked up and your eyes instantly found him. He was hunched over his desk, probably doing the same thing you were doing.

But God, did he look good doing it. Although in your opinion he looked good doing just about everything.

You noticed that about him over the past couple months on the NCIS team. You had been transfered from another similar unit in New Orleans on the recommendation of Dwayne Pride himself. Gibbs was quick to accept you to the unit, but he remained cold to you for the first couple of weeks. It wasn't until you saved him from a, for lack of better words, crazy gunman did he warm up to you.

After that, you two had gotten extremely close. So close that you developed a small crush on the man. Although, you hid it rather well. No one, atleast not to your knowledge, knew about your crush. And you intended on keeping it that way, but it was so hard when he was just sitting right in front of you, looking all handsome and just... him.

You wanted to tell him. You really did. But he was way out of your league, and you weren't even his type. But a girl could dream.

Vance suddenly came out of his office and called Gibbs up. He stood slowly and walked away. You prayed this wasn't a case. You really did not feel like dealing with a case right now.

He came back out a few moments later, a scowl on his face.

"What is it Gibbs?" You asked, he jerked his head towards Vance's office.

"He wants the team to attend an interagency gala on Saturday night." You scoffed. Of course he did. "FBI, CIA, and NCIS teams are all expected to attend. Including us." His scowled deepened at the thought of having to deal with other agencies.

"Great, just great." And you were so looking forward to a quiet weekened.

* * *

The night of the gala had arrived much quicker than expected. And of course Abby had insisted on going shopping for dresses. She herself had gotten a long black dress, with a slit. She said she would add a few things to make it more like her, and you couldn't wait to see it. You had gone with a more subtle dress. A long emerald green dress, with spaghetti straps and an open back. The front dipped slightly.

You had brought it with you to the office so you could get ready with Abby and as you were heading to the elevator to go to her floor, you heard Gibbs on the phone. Now you weren't one to eavesdrop, but you really couldn't stop yourself.

"I know, I know, it won't take long. I promise. Bye." Was he with someone else? You stood there frozen as he emerged from the room he was in.

"Hey y/n. Whatchtya doin?" He asked suspiciously.

"Oh, um nothing Gibbs, thought I heard you and wanted to say bye before we left, I didnt think you would actually go to the gala tonight, so I thought I could just stop in and-" he cut you off.

"Slow down, you're rambling. You okay?" You needed to get out of there.

"Yup, just been a long day. Alright well bye." You rushed off to Abby office. Once you got there, she instantly asked what was wrong. You explained everything. Your feelings, the conversation you heard, just everything.

"Awe, y/n/n. I'm so sorry. He's stupid if he doesn't see whats right in front of him." That made you smile.

"We should get ready." You stated standing up to grab your dress.

2 hours later, you and Abby walked up stairs looking amazing if you did say so yourself. Wolf whistles were heard coming from Tony as you two walked towards the group. You rolled your eyes, catching Gibbs smirk.

His eyes dragged up and down your body, which had confused you greatly. He had never showed any interest in you before, why now? Maybe he had and was just better at hiding it.

"Well, we should get going." You nodded, you all walked out to the SUVs ready for the night ahead of you.

* * *

The gala was interesting to say the least. Each agency decided to stay away from eachother, like elementary students. Each group taking up their own circle around the room.

You had spotted a rather handsome man who you had recognized as Aaron Hotchner sitting at the FBI tables and couldn't seem to take your eyes off of him. You new you had feelings for Gibbs,, but something about this man just drew you in. You had previously met him on a conjoined case with your old team, and you had developed the smallest of crushes on the man. You never expected anything to happen, and he was only in New Orleans for about a week.

Suddenly Gibbs popped back into your head, and you huffed slightly, turning to search for him. Finding him at a table nearby, talking with a woman. You scoffed and he looked over at you.

In a moment of impulse, you tunred away and walked across the empty dance floor straight to Agent Hotchner. He looked up from his conversation as you neared his table.

"Hi, NCIS Agent Y/l/n. We worked together on the Williams case about a year back." He nodded in recognition.

"Of course. Its great to see you again agent y/l/n." He paused looking you up and down in a way you welcomed. "Can I help you with something." He asked, not unkindly at all, but rather friendly.

"I was wondering if you would like to dance." He raised an eyebrow at you. "Someone's got to break the chill in this room." He nodded and stood up slowly, his team staring on in awe. You figured he didn't do this very often.

"I would love to." He took your hand bringing you to the dance floor as another song began. You two danced for about 10 minutes before more couples began to join you. You smiled in triumph and Hotchner laughed at your face.

"What? It worked didn't it?" He smiled shaking his head.

"I suppose it did." You two began talking and laughing and just getting to know each other. You soon found yourself at a table as you continued with your conversation.

"Okay but, im just saying if Strauss is anything like Vance, they would be perfect together." He laughed at this rather loudly, catching the eyes of a few people near by.

"That would never happen. If Vance is anything like Strauss they would drive each other crazy." You giggled softly. Soon it was time to leave, and Agent Hotchner, or Aaron as he had asked you to call him, offered to walk you to your SUV where the rest of your team was waiting. They all eyed you as this strange man walked you over, handing you a card and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. You had blushed profusely and walked over, getting in the car.

"So y/n, whos the hottie?" Abby began interrogating you as soon as you shut your door.

"Thats Agent Hotchner. He's the Unit Chief of the FBI's BAU." You smiled to yourself.

"Must be an ass if he's from the FBI." Gibbs remarked, another scowl gracing his face.

"He was actually quite the gentlman." Was your only response before turning to look out the window. Gibbs was the one being an ass. You had just spent the night with a wonderful man and Gibbs just had to ruin it by spouting some snarky comment that only confused you more. The rest of the ride was spent in silence.

* * *

Once back at the office, Gibbs had called you to the elevator, not giving you a chance to respond. You had of course listened, and as soon as the doors shut, he had pulled the emergency button.

"What is it Gibbs?" You asked softly. He just walked closer to you, cupping your face. "What are you doing?" He leaned in slowly bringing his lips to yours.

And you had expected it to be perfect and explosive and passionate. But... it wasn't. He pulled away after only a moment.

"Hang on, let me try that again." And he leaned in once more, pressing his lips to yours. But once again, there was nothing. He pulled away.

"That was ... strange?" He asked, more to himslef than anything.

"I uh, that-that was-"

"Not what I was expecting." He finished for you.

"You know Gibbs, I've been pining over you for months, and I'm guessing you felt the same. But I think we both met someone else tonight that changed our minds." You recalled him spending the whole night side by side with the woman you had seen earlier. You smiled shyly at him. "Call that woman you were with tonight. Tell her you want to go out on a date." He smiled looking into your eyes.

"Only if you call Agent Hochie, or whatever his name was, and tell him the same." You laughed at not only his comment, but the absurdity of the situation. For the past 5 months you had been yearning for a man who ended up not being what you wanted at all. It made you think that maybe what you really wanted, what you both really wanted, was someone to love. So you latched on to the person who had become closest to you.

"I love ya y/n." He whispered as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"I love you too Gibbs. Now go get her." He stepped out of the elevator, pulling out his phone. You did the same, pulling out Aaron's card. It rang once. Twice.

"Hotchner." You giggled at his formal greeting. Taking a deep breath before going for it.

"Hey Aaron, I was just wondering if you were up for dinner?" He smiled.

"Of course. You know, I'm really glad you called."

"Me too." And you walked out of your office that night, a date with a man you had never expected, and a smile on your face.

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basilly · 3 years

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similar fake dating hcs but for wilbur this time?

yess! i love wilbur haha

fake dating wilbur headcannons! || irl!wilbur x reader

. pronouns: they/them

. romantic fluff

. the photos are ref- imagine as you! (you are a small streamer in this, as it would make social media posts easier)

. recently, you had met someone while doing errands, instantly hitting it off

. you had gone on a couple dates and you had felt as though the two of you had clicked

. being close friends with wilbur meant you told him everything

. unknown to you, wilbur harbored lots of feelings towards you and had for a long time

. upon hearing of this ‘someone’ who intrigued you, he had felt a little down and encouraged, which you did pick up on

“Hey wil- you alright? You’ve gotten quiet”

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it, tell me more about them” (absolutely killed him inside there)

. however, to your disappointment, the person you were talking to, had started to barely respond and was beginning to ghost you- which caused a small tear in your heart

. afterall, you had thought this person might’ve been the one

. once it had been brought up to wilbur-

a.) he was very angry towards them- how dare they ghost someone as fantastic as you

b.) he thought of a very good idea that- in any chance could give him the chance for you to realize that he would make a good boyfriend

“Idk wil- i thought there was something... now i don’t really wanna do anything.”

“hey y/n, i have an idea- why don’t we fake date. Like just for a bit, this way we can make them jealous- all we would have to do is post each other once in a while and appear on each other’s streams, maybe a fake date in there once or twice”

“thats- thats not a bad idea... how do we break up though?”

“we can just say we worked out better as friends”

“okay- deal!”

. after that, the two of you set out to take some fake twitter posts

“okay im going to set the camera up there-” the timer started going off, and wilbur tried to carry you bridal style- however he is a bit clumsy...

“wilbur IM GOING TO FALL-” luckily you did not fall, but the photo did turn out cute.

. everyone was super excited for you guys, many of the comments stated they “called it” and you guys were the perfect “best friends to lovers” trope

. wilbur had then created the plan to act like a real boyfriend in order to prove himself- or at least get to know the feeling of just once of how it felt to date you

“hey y/n, why dont we go on a “date” for more photos?”

“Yea, sounds like a plan! I’m free later this week.”

. on the day of the date, wilbur had actually bought you flowers, dressed up a bit, etc.

“flowers? you didn’t need to get me flowers.”

“well, as a fake boyfriend you still need to be treated the best- that other person was such a coward to ghost you.”

. he had taken you to a cute cafe about 15 minutes away

. throughout the entire date, wilbur was being the mst supporting and perfect ‘boyfriend’, ordering and paying for you, pulling out the chair, opening doors- it felt like a real date

. suddenly you had gotten nervous, and had actually felt really good, better than usual

. you had almost forgotten it even was a fake date

“oh wait I totally forgot- we need to take some photos.”

“oh right right”

. later that night, while lying in bed, you thought about how truly convinced everyone was, that wilbur and you actually made a good couple

the date had even felt.. so real

. nonetheless, the two of you prepared for a stream that was going to happen later in the week, so you can show on camera your ‘chemistry’

“Hey guys- today is another geoguesser and talk to chat stream! But this time, I’ve got a special guest! Give a big welcome to my s/o, y/n!”

. chat was in a frenzy, it went by so so fast but you were able to see some messages like

“OMGG HII” “Y/N OMG JHID” “COUPLECOUPLE” “ANYONE ELSE NOTICED HOW HE LOOKS AT THEM?” “THE WAY HE LOOKS AT THEM PLS”

. you weren’t quite sure of what the last one meant, until you rewatched the vod that night

. wilbur was looking at you like you created the world and you guys made it so convincing it was like it was real

. although, you actually had felt- happier and excited when you noticed what they meant

. a sudden realization came to you

wait.. oh my i like wilbur

. since the two of you had planned to meet up the next day, you decided to tell him then

. you were so incredibly nervous, hoping he liked you back- he could be right?

“hey wilbur”

“hm? yea what’s up?”

“I- have a sort of problem.”

“what is it?”

“So there’s this guy right- and he’s been super helpful and he’s even fake dating me to help get someone jealous but- I think i like him.”

. wilbur was actually stunned. he didn’t think the fake dating would work

. quickly he wrapped his arms around you

“wait for real? i’m not dreaming am i?”

“yes for real stupid”

. he quickly pressed his lips against you cheek, elated his long time crush finally liked him back

an: i hope you liked it! i wanted to choose a diff plot then karl’s and i wrote this at 5 am so lmk if smth needs adjusting :’) thank you all so so much for the likes and reblogs! I’ve gained 1000 notes in 4 days! that’s insane <33

requests are still open!

#wilbur x y/n #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #mcyt x reader #basilly #mcyt x you #mcyt x y/n #mcyt fanfic #mcyt fanfiction

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twicecorner · 3 years

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NSFW Tag Game

Roleplay in the boudoir isn't strange. Some of your partners even get costumes. Of course, some of those costumes see more use than others. Now you can't help but get at least a little horny whenever you see someone dressed like that. Who was it that forever changed how you see these ones?

How it works:

Go to “Random.org”.

Click on “Lists & More” and then “Lists Randomised”.

Enter the names of 18+ people/characters.

Use the first 8 to find out who really loves these outfits.

Tagged by @nsfwporty ; idk who to tag sooo if u see this and wanna do it go for it !

A/N: i added another category so I could get all 9 Twice members in lol I hope that’s okay. I also did the same sort of thing as @sinswithpleasure with the lil scenarios jumping between real life and purely roleplaying situations :) also sorry its so long and may sound repetitive.. I haven’t done something like this before TT

Police Officer - Nayeon

“You have the right to remain silent,” Officer Im Nayeon said, as she handcuffed you to the chair. “I already told you everything I know. I don’t know where she went, she knocked me out, took my car and left.” Nayeon slammed her fists on the metal table. She thought for a moment before saying, “Maybe there’s a way to get something we both want. I’ve been seeing you eyeing me ever since I walked in here.” You were confused as to why she’d bring that up, but you couldn’t help it, with a body like that and who doesn’t love a woman in uniform.She stepped out of the room for a moment and came back in with a totally different mood. Nayeon pushed your chair back and lowered herself onto her knees, unzipping your pants and pulling out your cock. Officer Im started to slowly stroke your length with her long, slender fingers, bringing it to stand at full attention. Your wrists were handcuffed behind you and the metal dug into your skin at her touch. Soon she brought her mouth to your tip and began furiously devouring your length.

You watched and moaned as your rod moved in and out of Officer. Im’s wet mouth, “Fuck I need more, Officer.” Your attempt to jerk your hips in tandem with her movements failed when Nayeon completely removed her mouth from you. “You know, you’re not half bad looking and you have a nice big cock. But you’re gonna have to do better than that if you wanna cum. ” She stood up, picked the small handcuff keys from her pocket, jingled them in your face, and walked towards the door laughing to herself. “OK wait! Before she left she may have mentioned a possible place or two she was heading to.” Officer Im stopped with her hand on the doorknob and spun around. “Now, we’re getting somewhere.. Tell me where she is and you’ll be released.. In more ways than one.” She said, returning to the spot on her knees in front of you. She started deep throating you fast, you were impressed at her skills and also a little worried about who could have been watching from the one-way glass, but that soon left your mind when you felt yourself nearing your edge. Nayeon’s tight throat closed around your length and with a few more bobs of her head you were seeing white “Oh fuck! She’s at her old dorm, Officer” You moaned loudly, releasing yourself and painting her throat. After swallowing your load Officer Im stood up, took off your handcuffs, said thank you and left the room without any other word.

Doctor/Nurse - Momo

You’d been sick for about a week with a little head cold and your girlfriend, Momo, was doing all that she could to take care of you, practically acting like your personal nurse. Finally feeling better, you were relaxing in bed when you heard a knock on the door before Momo, dressed in a makeshift nurses outfit strutted in. “It looks like my little Y/N is feeling better! Would you like a lollipop for being such a good patient for Nurse Momo?” You both laughed.‘“No, but I can think of something sweeter that I want right now.”

“And what would that be?”“I need the nurses special medicine to make me feel even better” You said smirking. Momo knew exactly what you meant before walking over to the bed hiking up her skirt and taking a seat on your face. Instantly you licked up her slit and gathered all of her nectar on your tongue. Momo always tasted so sweet. You ate her out, tongue fucking her and she planted her hands on your chest before grinding down on your face. She was a moaning mess and reached down with one hand slipping it under your sweats and began stroking your cock fast. You were both nearing your edge and with a few more licks and sucks at her clit she released her juices all over your face, at the same time you let go and let yourself erupt all over her hand and your stomach. “Maybe you should be sick more and I could be a nurse more often.”

Maid/Butler - Tzuyu

“Your dinner is ready, Sir”, “Thank you Ms. Chou.”

You sat at the small dining table looking out at the nighttime Seoul skyline from your apartment. Both you and Tzuyu liked the idea of one day living a lavish, wealthy lifestyle, and some nights you decided to roleplay around that idea. Tzuyu stood next to you in a classic maids outfit. “Ms. Chou, actually I think I’d like to start with dessert.” “And what would you like, sir?” You quickly got up from your seat and grabbed her waist pulling her in for a passionate kiss. “You”

Without wasting any time you picked her up and sat her onto the dining table with her long legs, hanging over the edge. You licked your lips as you pulled off Tzuyu’s panties, like unwrapping a piece of candy. Making your way to her center, you planted kisses up her thighs and pushed her skirt up. “Your desert is ready and waiting, Sir” she said, breathily.

You instantly tore into the delicacy before you, hooking your arms under her legs and around her hips to pull her body closer to you. Tzuyu was always sweet, but in her maid fit, she seemed even sweeter. It was like eating the finest fruit tart from a Michelin star restaurant. “Ms. Chou you taste so good” You say between licks. You sucked at her clit and lapped up her juices. She moaned and grabbed handfuls of your hair, pulling your head further into her. You began tongue fucking her, “Oh Sir, right there, that feels so good oh f-fuck im gonna cum, Sir” Within seconds of sucking and licking she squirted all over your face. You drank up as much as you could, some dripping from your chin when she finally released your head from her thighs. “Mmm, Ms. Chou, you’re the best desert on the menu.”

Fairytale Character - Sana

Sana was always a fan of playing dress up, especially in the bedroom. She came out of the bathroom in a short, tight green skirt with a purple bikini top on, her red-orange hair completing the look. “It looks like Ariel finally got her legs” You laughed. “Now all I need is my Prince Eric for a true love's kiss” She said, smiling and sauntering over to you. Sana blew you a kiss and you playfully acted along catching it and putting it to your lips. “Come here, then Ariel, I can give you a lot more than a true love’s kiss.” You pulled her in for a kiss as she sat on top of you. Your lips danced together while your tongues fought a fierce battle.

Before you knew it clothes were off, and Sana was on top of you bouncing up and down on your cock. The sound of skin slapping skin rang out through your room. Your cock slid in and out of her hole easily, it was practically drowning with how wet she was. “Oh fuck, I’m so close princess” You groaned, your swollen length pulsating inside of her. “Me too!” she said bouncing harder and faster, your hips matching her rhythm.

Suddenly Sana leaned forward, “I want my true love to kiss me while I cum all over his big cock” The second she said that and her perfect lips met yours, you both reached your edges, moaning into each other's mouths and riding out your orgasms.

CEO/Boss - Jihyo

Being the CEO’s secretary had its perks, sure the rest of the office made fun of you for practically being Park Jihyo’s pet, being at her every beck and call, but there was a damn good reason for it. Park Jihyo wasn’t known for just being a great boss, but with a body and a mind like hers, anyone would gladly take the same position as you. It was a Friday night and you were both staying late to finish preparing for a board meeting next Monday. “Do you have all the copies ready Y/N?” “Yes, they’re all on the conference table, the bottles of water and pens are also ready.”

“Always one step ahead, that’s what I love about you.” You had to admit you’d be lying if you said you’d never fantasized about taking your boss, especially when she showed up looking the way she did. Jihyo sat at her desk chair and swing her feet onto the desk, “Ugh this week has been so stressful, thank God we have a weekend coming up”

“Ma’am.. I hate to remind you, but you have a schedule for both days of that said weekend”, “Fuck… I can’t even have a moment to relax or get a massage.. I don’t remember the last time I had one.” You don’t know where your confidence came from but you sprung out of your seat and stood next to her, “I think I could help with that, boss” You said, snaking your hands onto her shoulders. Jihyo seemed to relax under your touch as you rubbed your fingers into her tight muscles, “Oh yeah that’s good, right there” She said, practically moaning, as you kneaded a knot in her shoulder. You could feel the warmth build up in your groin as your member came to life hearing her. “Fuck it.” it was like you blinked and there you were standing behind your boss who was laid against her own desk, her jacket and bra discarded, her pants and underwear pulled down to her ankles and her heels still on. Similarly your shirt was also gone and your pants were pulled down, your thick cock running between your bosses ass cheeks. “Don’t just stand there, Y/N, fuck me already.” “Yes, ma’am” you said, plunging yourself into her warm depths, she was suffocatingly tight and wet. You took a few slow thrusts at first then, “Harder, you little shit. I’m not paying you overtime if you aren’t putting in the work.” You’ve never seen Jihyo like this, but quite frankly you liked it. Both of you were relieving built up stress and you were happily pounding into her. You pulled her hair so her back was flat against your chest and you ran your hand around to grab at her tits. Massaging her tit and pinching at her nipple drove her over the edge and you had to hold her up as her legs buckled. Jihyo’s pussy pulsated and you erupted inside of your boss, her walls milking your worn out cock. The two of you fell onto the desk, “Shit, boss that felt so fucking good.” “It looks like we might have to do this more often, baby.”

Devil/Angel - Dahyun

It was Halloween, you and your girlfriend, Dahyun, were at a friend's party. She insisted you dress up in a couples costume, but didn’t plan on looking for one until the very last minute, of course the only one left at the story was the devil and angel. Dahyun kept bumping her wings into everyone while you both danced but you couldn’t keep your eyes off of her. The white dress fit her well and there was something about the whole getup with you as a devil and her as an angel that was slowly turning you on. You grabbed her hand and brought her to the bathroom and lifted her onto the sink. She was about to take off the wings and halo, but you stopped her. “Keep them on. I wanna fuck my little angel.” Dahyun moaned at your words as you pierced her to the hilt with your length. “Oh God, yes” She moaned, throwing her head back and wrapping her creamy legs around your waist. Her heavenly pussy squeezed against your cock, her arms around your neck and gripping onto the plastic horns that adorned your head. The whole situation was sinful even if only halloween costumes. An angel being fucked by the devil, red and white flashes of movements, sounds of skin slapping skin. Dahyun was usually a conservative and quiet girl when it came to sex, but it seemed this situation also had a major effect on her. She was a moaning, mewling mess underneath you while you pounded into her. “I’m gonna.. Gonna cum” barely a whisper in your ear. “Cum for me, angel.” Dahyun’s body shook and convulsed with pleasure as she reached her peak. You held on to her and slowed your thrusts as she rode out her orgasm on your cock. You were close too and Dahyun knew it. She recovered and hopped off the sink, getting on her knees in front of you. She pumped your cock mercilessly, twisting and gripping it, massaging your aching balls until you erupted and painted her face. Spurts of cum shot out and marked her angelic face.

Athlete Coach - Mina

It was a normal day at the gym for you, you were a seasoned gymnast and had daily practices in prep for the Olympic Qualifiers coming up. When you got into the gym there was a group of girls also “practicing?” Although it wasn’t normal gymnastics, but rhythmic gymnastics. Gymnastics that also involved hoops, balls, and dance. You didn’t think much of it and went to the uneven bars to warm up. You lifted yourself up and from the peak of your pull up, someone caught your eye. The main dancer, it seemed, was standing in the middle of the other girls. She was wearing a black shimmery outfit demonstrating some move with the hoop above her head. She was elegant and seemed to know exactly what she was doing with every move of her body. After your practice you went over to find her. She was practicing alone in one of the dance rooms, “Hi, I’m Y/N I’m one of the gymnasts here, I haven’t seen you here before.. But your routine was really good!”

She shyly smiled and looked back at you, “Hi Y/N, my name is Mina, Myoi Mina. I’m actually a ballet dancer, but the girls asked for my advice on their routine so I’ve been helping them prepare for the tournament. I’m glad you like it. I liked your routine as well, you sure know how to catch a girl's attention with all of those flips and such.” You laughed nervously, thinking maybe it was too obvious, but regardless you did catch her a few times staring at you too. “Haha yeah your moves were cool too, I don’t even think I’m that flexible enough to pull that off.” Mina took her chance with that. “Here let me show you.” She brought her leg straight up doing a split in the air, you gulped and your eyes trailed her body. “Holy shit” You said under your breath. She wasn’t wearing any panties… “Are you just gonna look or are you gonna help me, help you. I’ll teach you what you need to know about flexibility.”

Soon you were full on fucking in the empty dance studio, watching yourself in the floor to ceiling length mirrors as Mina showed off just how flexible she was. First you pounded her standing up with her leg straight in the air over your shoulder, next you had your way with her up against the mirror, her legs wrapped around your waist, contorting her body in all sorts of way to bring you both pleasure.. Mina kept surprising you with positions, downward dog with her back deliciously arched, on her back with her legs pulled up against her torso. She came a handful of times but was adamant about you finishing in what she thought was the perfect position. Mina returned to her standing position with her leg above her head, she loved watching herself in the mirror and she loved it even more to see herself getting pounded into. You grabbed her hips and pushed her against the mirror, her juices were already dripping down her legs from her splayed lips.”Cum inside me, I want to feel you inside of me while I dance.” You were sent over the edge and released your seed deep inside of the gorgeous dance teacher.

TV Show/Anime Character - Jeongyeon

You and Jeongyeon had just finished watching the kdrama Mine and she had gotten pretty into the characters and particularly their style. Mine was about these women who are in the process of finding themselves and their own loves, however, the part that captured Jeongyeon’s interest was their lavish chaebol lifestyle. Of course it caught your interest too, the idea of being able to wear fancy clothes and drive a nice car with a mansion was always a fantasy. One night you both decided to test drive this fantasy for yourselves. You both got dressed in what was about the fanciest attire you had in your quaint apartment and went out for a dinner date. You had dinner at a nice steak restaurant where you had to make a reservation in advance and even have your car valeted. Dinner was amazing, considering the price, but it was worth it.

The drive home is when things began to heat up. It was about a 30 minute drive, feeling bold after some wine, you slid your hand over the gear shift to rest on Jeongyeon’s thigh. “That was a wonderful dinner, wasn’t it Ms. Yoo?” “Yes, it was, I say we go back to the Cadenza [a house name from Mine] and have some fun.” You slowly moved your hand up to just rest over her covered center. She held her breath as she grabbed your hand and pushed it towards her. You rubbed her through her panties and she did the same to you, stroking your covered length to life. “I don’t know if we’ll even make it home.” You said, taking a turn and drove to a secluded lookout point the two of you used to frequent in your younger days of dating. “I bet even the fancy and rich decide to get down and dirty sometimes” She said, while you hopped into the backseat. Jeongyeon pulled off her panties before climbing to the back and straddling you.

You pulled down your pants and let your erection spring free, until Jeongyeon lowered herself to the hilt. “You better not get any of your filthy cum on this dress. It’s expensive.” She said, pointing a finger at where your bodies were connected. “Don’t worry it’s expensive too and it’s not going anywhere but inside of you.” You said, grabbing her hips and starting to thrust up into her. She started bouncing on top of you and you both became moaning messes, erratically slamming your bodies together in the small space of the car. “Fuck I’m close” Jeongyeon moaned, “Me too” You replied, between thrusts. As your cock slipped in and out of her, you shifted your position ever so slightly and started hitting her g-spot exactly on point. “FUCK! Right there!” Jeongyeon’s orgasm caught her off guard as her movements slowed and her pussy pulsed around your cock, “Cum with me, baby.” On cue, you came pushing your dick as far as it could go inside of her, her pussy clamped shut around it milking you and not letting anything escape. As you rode out your orgasms she leaned into your ear and said, “You’re Mine.”

Waitress/Waiter - Chaeyoung

“Here’s your usual Y/N!” Chaeyoung smiled as she placed the plate of chicken and waffles and a cup of coffee in front of you. You were a regular at this diner near your house and for as long as you can remember, Chaeyoung had also been working there and serving you. She had this certain vibe to her that was different from anyone else in the town, from changing her hair color with the seasons, to having the most unique and fashionable outfits. The two of you had known each other for so long and you had a special relationship, one could call it something like a friends with benefits type deal. You finished your meal and Chaeyoung came with the bill. “You want the regular tip or the special tip today, Chae?” “The special.” She said, smirking. She told her coworker she was going on break and went into the storage room. You followed her a minute later. Chaeyoung was significantly smaller than you, but she was still able to push you and pin you up against the door crashing your lips together. “We gotta make this fast before the boss comes back.” You swiftly unbuckled your pants and picked her up.

The only perks of having to wear a uniform for the job was that the uniform was only a short skirt. She moved her panties over to the side and you ran your tip through her slit. “Mmm fuck, you’re already so wet Chae.” Before she could answer you slipped inside of her and started pumping in and out of her warm cunt. It wasn’t the first time fucking in the storage room, nor would it be the last, but every time it was exhilarating. The threat of getting caught, of people hearing, knocking over stock shelves or brooms, made it even hotter than it was. That’s what Chaeyoung was, a daredevil, she pushed the limits. She certainly was no stranger to pushing you to your own limits, “Cum inside me Y/N, I want it. Tip me good, maybe even some extra for special service. Fuck, you’re so deep.” Her words sent shivers down your spine and your knees almost buckled as you came and painted her deepest insides with your seed. She loved being filled, the sensation of thick spurt after spurt being let out inside of her sent her over the edge too. Chaeyoung came, clinging onto you, digging her nails into your back. You let her down once you both recovered and cleaned up. “I think that tip will last me at least the rest of the week… Come back soon!” She waved before straightening her skirt and leaving the room.

#tag game #twice #twice smut #twice fanfic #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #nayeon #jeongyeon #momo #sana #jihyo #mina #dahyun #chaeyoung #tzuyu

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lovclyboncs · 3 years

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Everything I Wanted 2/2 (F!Reader x Todoroki)

soulmate Au! Where your soulmate tattoo appears on your wrist after you touch your soulmate for the first time.

F!reader x Todoroki

F!Reader x Bakugou (brotp)

Plot: the reader is Todoroki’s soulmate. Todoroki rejected reader because he thought he was in love with Momo and didn’t want to let fate dictate his life. Now the two of them have a conversation that was long over due.

Part one

Before getting on with the story I want to give a huge thanks to everyone who reblogged and liked part one, it means the world to me that there is people out there who enjoyed my writing, and a big thank you to @dillybuggg and to @power-house-fan12 for encouraging me to write another part sending so much love to you guys!!! 💗💗💗

“Someday?”

“Someday.”

"Todoroki-san, I met my soulmate."

"oh."

" I think we should come clean to our classmates, i really want to see where this goes"

Todoroki couldn’t blame her. They were foolish to think their puppy love could stand strong against fate.

Todoroki and Momo had been walking on eggshells around each other during their first year at UA. They were attracted to each other even though they weren’t each other’s destined partner. Trust them they checked, they had been so hopeful only for it to crumble when their left wrists were still void of black Ink even after they had their first kiss.

They had been laying low with their blossoming relationship until the fateful day Shoto and (y/n) first touched.

Shoto didn’t know what to think of (l/n). She didn’t stand out as a person or a hero in training, so when they were paired up on a project there seemed to be a never ending silence between them, with his lack of social skills and her lack of- well everything they didn’t even know where to begin. After a couple of awkward questions about what they wanted to do, they were able to get started, and he thought then that (l/n) wasn’t so bad, but when he dropped his pencil and they both reached for it, that’s when it all went south. He remembers the stinging feeling he felt on his wrist and couldn’t help flinching at the uncomfortable sensation.

He didn’t need to look at his wrists to know what had happened and he didn’t need to think twice before grabbing his things and giving a quiet excuse for his sudden need to be very far away from (l/n).

It wasn’t until he was locked away safely in his room that he dared look at his wrist, and there it was in bold black ink, in a surprisingly illegible yet legible font, how does someone achieve that? ‘(Y/n) (l/n)’.

He’s not quite sure how long he stared at it, but he knows that by the time he was able to organize his thoughts there were birds chirping out side welcoming the new day.

He had rejected her.

She had been okay with it.

He didn’t tell Momo who his soulmate was, but he did tell her that he didn’t want to continue hiding their relationship. What was stopping them from sharing their happiness with the rest of the class? Momo believed they would be looked down on for not waiting on their soulmates. It wasn’t common for people to date anyone who wasn’t their soulmate, it was even more uncommon to reject a soulmate, but look at him, he did it and he was perfectly fine- they were perfectly fine.

Momo was the one who came up with the idea to draw on their soulmate tattoos, unaware of the fact that there already was a name on Todoroki’s wrist, unaware of the pain she was causing to that other half.

Coming clean to their classmates had gone surprisingly well, and Todoroki wasn’t sure how he felt about that, about that fact that (y/n) didn’t yell or question him on the why.

Why had he lied?

Why had he covered her up like she was something not worth looking at?

Why did he rub his relationship in her face?

Why not give them a chance if he was gonna chase something temporary?

Instead she had looked him in the eyes and gifted him a soft smile.

After everyone had scattered around the common area after their announcement, Todoroki decided to sit outside and take a breather.

He couldn’t help but sigh.

Thinking back to the day he and (y/n) first touched, he wished he hadn’t been such a coward.

He wished he had given her a chance to speak, because looking back now he realized that he did all the talking, he called all the shots not giving her a say in the matter.

She followed his wishes and yet he can’t help but want to be selfish and take it all back.

He had been wrong to think she had been lacking anything because she was everything. She was perfect to him, for him.

He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him.

Fate had told him she was his, a gift from the universe to cherish and like a spoiled brat he threw it away, ruined it. ‘Seems to run in the family’, he thought bitterly.

(Y/n) (L/n) was everything he wanted and he didn’t deserve her.

The worst part was that the person who helped him realize that was the hotheaded blonde of 1-A (now 2-A).

He was the one who brought out the best in (y/n) or maybe the only one who had bothered to listen, who had bothered to truly see her.

Todoroki couldn’t help but resent him for it yet he was grateful, because without Bakugou pushing her to open up, he would have never realized that he had shut the door on something beautiful without opening it.

“Why are you out here? Curfew is in 20 minutes” he heard her soft voice.

He didn’t reply and he felt her sit beside him on the stairs.

And there was silence.

What could he possibly say now?

Im sorry? That seemed too shallow

“It’s okay you know?” She began.

He finally listened.

“I’ll be honest, it had hurt- you had hurt me when you shut me out without giving me a chance to prove myself worthy of being on your wrist. I questioned if it had been something I did, something I didn’t do, or if it had been my appearance that had caused you to utter those words. Bakugou told me that it shouldn’t be something I beat myself over, that if it had been me that you would have told me, but you didn’t. You just told me that your heart belonged to another”

She stopped and finally looked at him, and he at her.

“ Im sorry things between you two didn’t work out how you wanted them to-” she had began, but he didn’t let her finish.

“Don’t. It’s not your fault, it’s mine. I thought I knew what I wanted and if I’m being honest I think I just wanted to be able to choose at least one thing for myself.” He said without thinking, it was time he stopped hiding from the truth, the selfish truth he hid under his not so pure love for Momo.

“Ever since I was born I have been nothing but a tool for my father. The just right child with the just right quirk. I wasn’t allowed to spend time with my siblings, I wasn’t allowed to play, I wasn’t allowed to make my own decision. It was always my father, and then I found out I wasn’t able to choose who I wanted to be with because apparently fate did that, so I would question what it is that I got to decide for myself

because if fate and my father made the decisions then what was I left with? What part of my life was actually mines for the taking?” He looked at the ground unable to continue meeting her eyes.

“So even if it’s not enough I do apologize, (y/n), for thinking so selfishly that I didn’t take into consideration the fact that you didn’t choose me either and that I didn’t try to make it easier for the both of us” he said clenching his fist to keep some sort of anchor on his mess of emotions.

Todoroki felt a small hand (or at least smaller that his own) lay on top of his own.

“Maybe we’ve both been going about this the wrong way? So what if we have each other’s name on our wrist? that doesn’t mean we should get married next week” (y/n) said in an attempt to lighten his load, to let him know that he didn’t need to beat himself over it just like she didn’t need to.

“ let’s just start as friends and see how things go and then maybe someday who knows” she shrugged her shoulders casually and flashed him a smile.

Todoroki looked at her and she at him.

He relaxed his hand that was underneath her and let himself hold her hand.

“Someday?” He asked

“Someday” she grinned.

(Y/n) cleared her throat and held her hand out for a handshake making him raise an eyebrow

“Hi my name is (y/n) (l/n) let’s be friends”

“I’m Shoto Todoroki, and I would like that very much”

“ I’m Aizawa, the teacher and you two need to get to bed”

“Yes sir!”

#mha x reader #todoroki x reader #anime #anime angst #my hero fanfic #my hero x reader #bakugou x reader #todoroki shoto #fanfiction #anime fanfic #class 1 a #healing #friendship #angst oneshot #brotp #strwbrrybratff

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flashflashhundredyarddash · 3 years

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batkids and their relationships with their siblings headcanons. under read more because this got fucking LONGGG

dick

dick is the eldest so he doesnt want to bog down his younger siblings with his problems, but if he DOES, he tends to talk to jason about it

dick and cass start to really begin to bond when Cass shows up to dicks gymnastics class for 3rd-6th graders and then cass shows up all the sixth graders and they get frozen yogurt after lmao

dick and tim are Very much thick as thieves. tim is very much like bruce on the Emotional Suppression scale, so dick just really wants to make sure his little brother is safe and happy ALL the time

Duke and Damian are the only two really permanently at the manor anymore, so when dick drops by he tries to do something with both of them. duke frantically zoom calls dick every other week to help him with his his trig homework. dick shows up to dukes high school graduation with literally the BIGGEST SIGN

everyone insists damian is dicks favorite but he does actually genuinely love all his siblings equally, his relationship with damian is just Very different from the others because of the age gap and being dami's primary caretaker for a year. dick babies dami every chance he gets

jason

would sell Dick to satan for One corn chip

him and cass don't have the greatest start to their relationship because cass is very much Against Killing so it takes a while for jason to warm up to her and earn her trust. now, though, jason is competing with steph by showing cass all the classic American Teenager things she missed out on. steph is currently winning but jason is like 98% positive a crunch wrap from taco bell is going to push him over the edge

tim and jason are currently competing over who can solve the most cases in a month. tim is winning. that won't last long.

jason Loves to Big Brother duke its so embarrassing. duke will get out of school and go to his car and jason is SITTING IN THE FRONT SEAT FRANTICALLY WAVING TO GET DUKES ATTENTION. JASON THAT IS MY CAR. signal has one (1) mission with arsenal and arsenal goes hey did you ask that girl to homecoming yet and duke is like I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU.

Damian is proof that Actually, Little Brothers are Pests. Jason fully believes that he was brought back from the dead PURELY to torment damian and he will fulfill this mission at any cost

cassandra

it actually really upset her when Dick didn't accept her at first. she knows her other siblings really adore dick so his lack of trust was really disheartening. it takes dick a while but once he Actually Accepts that cass is going to be a permanent part of their life and oh, wow, dick you really hurt her feelings he really hyperfocuses on bonding with cass for a couple of months which definitely improves their relationship

she really likes jason!! their relationship doesn't start well but because he's close with steph and tim who are cass's top two favorite people to exist ever, cass is like well i GUESS ill hang out with him more. jason is fun to talk to because he always tries his best to explain jokes and give context to what people are talking about (also tim took her to taco bell already but she didn't tell jason she just wanted to hang out)

cass LOVES tim. they just click okay. tim always seems to know when to give her space and when to push and come closer. Tim's "guest room" is just her room lets be real. tim and cass occasionally get mistaken for twins and Cass Loves it.

duke makes cass listen to metal once and cass loses. her. damn. mind. they bond over music a lot because they both Love Music to a degree the others in their family don't.

damian!! damian is her little brother!!! dami isn't As Hostile to cass at first because he is 100% aware cass has the edge in fighting and respects her. cass likes all of his instagram posts and they have a snapchat streak going

tim

tim Loves dick, dick was his first sibling!! he had Very strong hero worship when he first met dick but it mellowed out when tim got older because wow 17 is really not that cool and mature lol. tim has an open invitation to dick's apartment which he does occasionally take advantage of. tim has more than once scared the shit out of wally when wally comes over and wally is convinced they're being robbed (HA) for half a second. i mean. he's not wrong.

listen. tim understands that forgiving the guy who tried to kill you would be a Struggle for some people and it was! definitely! but also at least he can trust jason to, uh, be open about if he doesn't like tim. which is not an assurance he has with other people. so if the guy who tried to kill him tells him tim is cool now then like. maybe tim isn't that bad or annoying a person? also jason arrested a whole gang and won the cases competition but then it created a power vacuum that the whole batfam had to clean up the rest of the month. thanks, jason.

tim LOVES cass. you know how most of the time theres this empty feeling inside you and you just kind of ignore it because you don't know what will fix it or if you do, you know you can't fix it? cass makes that empty feeling feel a little less empty. they just click. tim always tries to travel with cass whenever she leaves gotham.

tim and duke. Tim is actually the sibling who duke goes to whenever he has questions he doesn't want to ask bruce or alfred about, like, life or vigilante-ing or school or college or whatever and Tim is always like yes!! i love Giving Advice and Solving Problems!! tim and duke and jason fill out their college applications together.

tim and damian. LMAO. ROUGH START THAT'S ALL ILL SAY. at some point alfred goes like fuck it. family therapy. and tim and dami are PISSED. tim and damian get along best when they have a common enemy to work against. their relationship gets much better when damian is older and they actually talk about their feelings like emotionally stunted bats. despite how bad their relationship was, tim will ALWAYS protect damian

duke

very much intimidated by dick at first. dick is so much older and has his own job and friends and life and is very much AN ADULT. dick likes to take duke out to do lots of cool stuff (paintball, lasertag, tech exhibitions, concerts, etc). also, dick PERSONALLY introduced duke to superman and is dating THE FLASH. 10/10 awesome big brother.

was intimidated by jason for 0.5 seconds before jason actually opened his mouth and started speaking. jason is literally. So Embarrassing. which is weird because nobody else really seems to feel that way about jason but duke knows he's 100% in the right here. like yeah jason is also An Adult and does Adult Stuff but he's also at the manor like every other weekend???? and he always complains about bruce but always seems to be in the same room bruce is in????? like okay jason. they bond over literature!! jason and duke and alfred will spend literal hours talking about books and duke loves it. duke is the only one who doesn't think jason is funny and jason gets so upset about it lmao.

cass has this one week where she gets really into photography and by virtue of being nearby (and also not nocturnal), duke becomes her victim subject. duke prints out all the pictures and hangs them up in his room (his favorite is one he took when he stole the camera and took a really bad selfie of them together).

tim is closest in age to duke so duke tends to hang around with him a lot. tim introduced duke to his young justice friends and duke is like yes!!! meta-friends!!!! tim really helps duke out with his powers because tim is always like wow i wonder if your powers would work if we did This? can you see farther than other people? is your visible spectrum of light different than other humans? Bruce does the same thing but bruce is boring about it lol.

damian and duke live in the same house and will be in the same room and just send each other social media posts back and forth. they follow each other on instagram and will, OCCASIONALLY, make tik toks together because they're tik tok fiends. each of his siblings have visited his parents once or twice but damian routinely comes with him.

damian

damian gets a special bullet point to say that it took him. forever to come around to the idea of having siblings. he very much believed that he was Bruce's Blood Son and everyone else were just tagalongs or allies. it took him ages to acknowledge that dick, jason, tim, and cass were his siblings, so when duke came and like a week later damian was like Ah, Yes, this is my brother Thomas everyone else was like dude wtf

listen. LISTEN. Obviously. Richard is very highly skilled. and also Father values him highly. and also Richard will listen to Damian complain about his schoolmates. and also Richard is much more patient with Damian than other members of his family. listen....,,, (all this to say damian kind of fucking adores dick lmaooooo this kid).

Todd is kind of unbearable but damian has been informed this is both a normal feeling when it comes to Todd and also big brothers. damian was an only child for ten years so yes, Father, if Todd attempts to tickle me I WILL break his fucking nose. yes i WILL put money in the swear jar but I want you to know i don't regret it. they always try to sneak up on each other but mostly fail.

DRAKE!!! but no lol once damian grows up and is like I Apologize for attempting to murder you it was wrong and you are just as much a son to Father as I am tim is like UGH i guess its cool since ur being so emotionally mature and all. also im 2 for 5 on siblings trying to murder me so im definitely going to win trauma bingo and damian is like i take it back you are insufferable. When Will My Older Siblings Stop Joking About Their Trauma.

CASS!!! listen. cass is cool. Cass Gets It. They have a special Bond. also damian really likes it whenever cass is home because 1) he gets to hang out and do something cool with cass and 2) he feels significantly safer with cass in the house because Nobody will be able to hurt any of their family if Cass is there. ALSO he tries to call her cain but everyone is like DONT DO THAT and he doesn't want to call her wayne bcus theyre ALL wayne (dick adds it on as a middle name but also Richard John Wayne West-Grayson is just. the lamest name ever so dick needs to reconsider it before his upcoming nuptials)((dick will not reconsider it except maybe whether grayson-west would work better)) and so he tries cassandra but cass is like :) call me cass and damian is like cassandra is more formal and respectful and cass is like :) and finally damian just has to give in.

Duke! him and duke actually live together so they get the Most Bonding Time and have a bunch of inside jokes as a result. (is it bad i wanted to laugh because inside jokes... joker... i'll see myself out). they're eating breakfast together (and also alfred sits with them IM NOT A MONSTER ALFIE'S LIKE 70 NOW OKAY) and duke laughs and bruce is like what are you laughing at, son? and duke is like oh damian just showed me this funny meme and then he shows the phone to bruce and bruce grabs it (both the boys groan) and after WAY TOO LONG is like "i don't get it" and so now duke and damian have to try and explain the comedic intricacy of bob's burgers

#this took. two fucking hours #batfam #batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #cassandra cain #cassandra wayne #not sure which one to commit to yet #tim drake #duke thomas #damian wayne #dc #the burd squawks #birdflash #birdflash was like. one of my first ships lmao

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hi!! could you do a yandere enhypen where they stalk the reader?

thank you so much!

yandere!enhypen stalks the reader

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pairing: yandere!enhypen x gn!reader

genre: yandere

a/n: im making this as a reaction if that’s fine with you!

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jungwon

you were walking home from work, as usual, with headphones blasting the recent hits and jungwon walked behind you from a distance, just like he’s been doing for the past couple of weeks.

you never suspected anything and it didn’t feel weird. whenever you looked behind you there was either a guy with sweet, handsome features or no one. you never thought twice about it since you lived in a fairly crowded area. sure, the recent news was about attempted murders and kidnappings and you were told to not be outside during a certain hour, but it felt safe walking home. the same thing you’ve done for years. why would it be different now?

jungwon quickened his pace as he wanted to get a closer look at you. he’d only been able to zoom in on the pictures taken on his phone, but the times you were in front of him were so much better.

“i must have you. we belong together, i can feel it. i’ve felt it since the first time we met at the café.” he sighed and stopped himself, not wanting to be caught just yet and letting you walk up to your apartment.

heeseung

the two of you had been friends for a very long time. it all started in second grade when he came to school without fruits in his lunchbox (he always had fruits with him instead of candy or other snacks). he began to cry and you, being the sweet hero that you were, handed him some apple slices and grapes, “there you go. now please stop crying, it’s a bit annoying.”

ever since then, he told you he’d make it up to you. and he did. several times. but the one thing never leaving his mind was that he had to marry you, no matter what or who stood in his way.

recently, you’ve been hanging out with his friend jake a bit more often. you didn’t want heeseung to be mad at either of you, so you just told him that you were hanging out with a friend. he didn’t believe you and that’s why he followed your every move after school.

it’s been like this for a few weeks and even though you’ve seen him a couple of times, you haven’t brought it up, thinking he was just there coincidentally. but oh boy how wrong you were.

“jake doesn’t have a chance against me, everyone knows that. im her number one priority as she is mine and i will be the one to get her heart.” he muttered for himself while slurping the smoothie he ordered to stay looking after you.

jay

you were working with enhypen as their stylist, making sure everything was right for the next comeback. jay had known you since trainee days when you took your first steps as a stylist and was excited that you were gonna work with them now. you were still learning things about the industry, but your colleagues had an open mind thinking that they needed someone younger’s thoughts.

just like you, jay had grown up so much since the last time you saw each other. he, of course, never forgot you and had been stalking your social media accounts at least once a week. you never knew that though, and he wasn’t planning on telling you.

stalking on the internet soon came to be stalking in real life. he always kept an eye open on your schedule, planning to “bump into you” by accident and hoping that you were gonna visit them for measurements even though everything was mostly finished.

“oh, hi y/n! what are you up to?” he put his hand on your shoulder and held it there for a moment before letting go, “i have a meeting about the concept in a few, how about you?” you returned the question, not wanting to sound impolite, “just the usual… training.” he smiled and you nodded as you walked off to the meeting, “i’ll see you later, jay.”

jake

you’d never met him in your life, but something told you you’d seen him before.

you were working the late-night shift at the restaurant and were quick to take the orders. you didn’t really care about the guests, just having one goal in mind and that was to go home and sleep.

a guy came in, looking like the lead in a drama, and sat down by the bar. you were immediately caught up in his handsome features, from the way his eyes shone in the dimmed light to his bright smile. “what would you like today, sir?” you asked as you got ready with the notepad. he looked directly into your eyes with that sweet smile, “you.” you burst out laughing, “oh yeah? that was funny.” it took a second before you collected yourself and the guy still didn’t take his eyes off you, “i can recommend the burger and the steak, but if you want more vegetables, i’d recommend the salad.” you explained.

jake ordered the steak and picked up his phone after you left, wanting to take some pictures of the place. of you.

later that night, when he received the tab, he wrote down your name in his phone and wrote you a cute little note on a napkin, “loved the conversation, might have to steal you from work someday.” and added his phone number, hoping you would call.

sunghoon

you were at the ice rink to support a friend and give them some assistance. sunghoon immediately made his way over to you who was standing by the side all alone.

cold air whooshed against your face, making your cheeks a bit more red, “hi, who are you? i haven’t seen you here before.” his smile was sweet, “im here with a friend.” he hummed, “well, if you want to hang out later, i can make some time.” you blushed and gave out a nervous chuckle, “mhm, we’ll see.”

the two of you exchanged numbers and have spent a lot of time together since then. what you didn’t know, however, was that sunghoon had pressured your friend to bring you to the ice rink that day… he had seen you around town before and did his research. you were more difficult to find, so he went for a different approach: kidnap your friend and threaten them to help him get you.

“you’re friends with y/n, right? i want you to get them to the ice rink.” they nodded hastily, trying to respond, but his hand was covering their mouth, “i know the two of us have talked before, i know you usually hang out there, so just do me a favor and get them there.”

sunoo

working at a busy café in the middle of seoul made you see thousands of people every day. sunoo, however, only wanted to see you.

he came in at least once every day to order coffee and have small talk. when he came in your colleagues immediately gave you a heads up, “the sweet sunoo is here again, miss girl.” they laughed and you walked out the storage room with a bright smile, “thanks guys.” sunoo took off his sunglasses to get a better look at you, “hi sunoo.” you greeted as you re-tied the apron, “do you want the usual? or maybe try something different?” he smiled, “the usual, thank you.”

his gaze never left your face and you’d gotten quite used to it. still, what made you a little worried was his lockscreen. you swore it was a picture of you taken from afar. you didn’t dare to question though, thinking it would start something you didn’t want to experience. but, what you didn’t know was that he’d been stalking you for the past couple of months. not only grabbing coffee and having small talk but following you to your home, getting to know your daily routines and who you hung out with as well.

“if you want to visit the company, you know where it is. just call me and i’ll take you on a tour.” he laughed and gave you a napkin with his number on it. you looked at it for a minute before locking eyes again, “thank you.”

niki

as a trainee at belift there are a lot of things to do. practice singing, practice dancing, study for the upcoming tests in school, and so on and so forth. you’d been at belift for about a year and recently gained a lot of attention from the producers as your monthly evaluation really stood out from everyone else.

but it’s not only the producers who are interested. niki from enhypen has been keeping an eye on you from the day you arrived, wanting you in his life one way or another.

you’d just finished dance practice and were on your way to fill up your water bottle as you bumped into him. “oh, hi y/n. you good?” with a black cap and oversized black hoodie, you barely recognized him, “niki?” he nodded with a short laugh, “oh, im good.” you began, “i just finished practicing.” you motioned to your bottle, still waiting to be filled with water, “mm, alright. we’ll talk later, yeah? i have a meeting.” he explained and gave you a wave goodbye.

you thought he was just like any other guy at the company: hardworking, sweet, and motivated, and you were right, but he was hardworking, sweet, and motivated for you as well. taking every chance to talk to you, touch you, making you want to be with him. but that would take some time for you to figure out, he made sure of that.

#enhypen #enhypen reaction #yandere!enhypen #enhypen imagine #kpop #kpop reaction #kpop yandere #yandere #enhypen au #kpop au #heeseung #jungwon #sunghoon #jake #jay #sunoo #niki

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mayans-sauce · 3 years

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Payback (2/2)

Gif Credit: @mikaelsongifs

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Human! Female Reader

Word Count: 1K

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, oral (male receiving), sir kink, cursing, teasing, mention of bodily fluids

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It’s been a week since Elijah pulled his little stunt on you at the dinner with his family, and you had been planning your revenge ever since. All you needed to do was find the perfect opportunity to be a little torture monster to him.

He was supposed to have an important business call over Skype about a building he was interested in buying tomorrow, and you saw that as a perfect occasion for your revenge.

The next day had arrived, and Elijah was settling up his laptop in his office to receive the call any moment now.

His door was closed, an indication that he didn’t want to be disturbed right now, but you ignored it and entered the room.

“What are you doing here, doll? You know I’m about to be on an important call.”

“I know,” you walked over to where he was sitting on his chair, looking all innocent and cute as not to let him know what your evil plan was, “I just wanted to come in and wish you luck and to give you this.”

Your fingers wrapped themselves around his tie as you leaned down to give him a sloppy kiss on his lips, a kiss that you always gave when you were hungry for him.

He let out a quiet moan but moved himself away from your lips so that he could leave a series of pecks on them before he eventually pulled away completely.

“Not right now,” his thumb caressed your cheek as a way for him to say sorry that he couldn’t give you what wanted right now, “let me make this call quick, and then I’m all yours.”

“Please, Sir, I need you on my tongue.” You put your hand on his crotch and applied a small amount of pressure on him, but it was enough to make him emit a groan that came deep from his chest.

“Sweetheart I-“ his sentence was cut off from the sound of the call from Skype. Not thinking straight and being in a little bit of a panic, he made you get on your knees and under his desk so that the people on the video call couldn’t see you.

Success! Everything had gone according to plan, and now you had about 30 minutes to drive him insane.

He adjusted his tie before he accepted the call. You didn’t see who these people were, but you heard three men greet Elijah.

He cleared his throat before he began, “Gentlemen. Shall we?”

You gave it a few minutes into their conversation before you put your hand on his crotch again, palming him through his dress pants.

He only twitched a little at your touch before he composed himself to tune into what was being said in the call.

You would have to do a lot more to get a proper reaction out of him. Elijah was an expert at keeping a poker face no matter what was happening, so you had a difficult task at hand.

You pulled his semi-hard dick out of its confinement. Your cold hands on his dick made him inhale a little more than he usually would.

You kissed and licked him all over to spring his cock to life. It didn’t take long before he was fully erect for you.

Elijah was still talking casually to the three men on screen about whatever; you weren’t paying that much attention, too occupied to torture him and give pleasure.

His hand came down under the table, grabbing a fistful of your hair so that he could at least have a little control over what was inevitable.

As your lips wrapped themselves around his sensitive head, he couldn’t help but lean his head back a little as his eyes closed shut for a brief moment.

You suck and licked like you would a lollipop. Quietly moaning around him so that the people on the other side of the screen wouldn’t hear.

Slowly but surely, you took him inch by inch into your warm mouth. Him hitting the back of your throat made you gag a little bit, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle. The vibration on his dick made him shudder in his seat. His hard grip on your hair brought a little pain that made you groan out on him.

A loud moan! There it was! The reaction that you wanted to get out of him so badly.

“Elijah, are you alright? You seem a little twitchy today.” One of the three men asked. “Everything’s good. Please proceed.”

As they kept talking some more, you switched between sucking him good and deep in your mouth to jerking him off and taking his balls into your mouth to suck on them.

You could feel that he was ready to let go any minute now, he was so impatient, but he waited, waited for the call to end so he could push his whole cock in your whore mouth so his seed could coat your walls.

As they said their goodbyes, you suckled on his sensitive tip, flicking your tongue on him occasionally.

“... goodbye, gentlemen.”

As soon as the sound that indicated that the call was ended, he thrust his hips up. His cock situated entirely in you. It didn’t take him long to explode inside of you. Some quick and hard thrusts and his seed spilled into your mouth with him letting out his grunts and moans he had been holding in the past 30 something minutes. “Fuck, you take me so good, baby.”

Once he was done, you pulled off of him and showed him your mouth filled with his cum before you eventually closed it and swallowed his goodness. You showed him again evidence that you had indeed swallowed all of him.

He looked so much in a fucked up state, and you loved that only you were the one to bring him to that. The little stunt you pulled was surely going to make him think twice about teasing you like he did again.

“Paybacks a bitch isn’t it, Sir.”

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