#kinda just sitting here don't know what to do

[gardengirl222]

hiiii, hope ur doing well sweetheart!!

jus wanted to ask if you could write a fic, reader taking care of drunk jj? no smut tho, thank you sosoos much:)

hiii amoresss!! here it is and sending much loveee! `✦ ˑ ִֶָ 𓂃⊹

"jayjay? are you okay?" you ask softly, bending down to check on him. he was lying face down on the couch outside the chateau, blinking his eyes open to meet yours. 

"m'finebabe" he slurs, closing his eyes again when you brush back a strand of his hair away from his eye.

"you're drunk aren't you?"

"no way." he mumbles, you furrow your eyebrows watching him lazily sit himself up to prove he isn't drunk. "you look so pretty, oh man." he sighs to himself.

"yes you are...so very drunk." you giggle when he stares at you with wide comical eyes.

"hey! i can handle a few drinks!" he scowled, pointing his finger at you.

"clearly... let's go inside, i'll get you some water and medicine."

you grab both of his hands to help him off the couch but he just tilts his head back and lets you try to pull him up knowing you really weren't that strong, especially if he was weighing himself down on purpose. 

"jj! m'trying to help you!" you whine letting go of his hands, letting them drop back down to his sides. 

"you know what i want?" he grins stupidly,

"what?"

"a kiss, jus' one and then i'll do what you say, i swear!" he slaps his hand to his chest and the other hand in the air like he's actually swearing. 

"mm nmm." you shake your head, he then makes a "pinch" sign with his fingers to show that he just wants a "little" one. "help me, help you!" he tries to reason.

"maybe later baby, you are like so completely wasted right now." 

jj rolls his eyes dramatically and pushes himself up off the couch slowly. following him into the house, he walks over to the kitchen and stands there like he's waiting for you to do the work and get him water and medicine so you fix him up a glass of water and hand him some aspirin. 

you watch him chug down the water, droplets dripping down the sides of his mouth as he drinks. you take the glass from him and fill it again with more water, repeating that at least one more time before he declines it claiming that you are gonna make him he's piss himself.

"i'm so unbelievably hungry right now, it's wild." he breathes still obviously kinda intoxicated. setting down the empty glass down on the counter, he opens up the fridge. 

"well, i can make you a grilled cheese?" you stand behind him, peeking into the fridge. 

"wan'me to help you?" he turns around to look down at you, raising his eyebrows.

"s'okay jayjay, go lay down and i'll bring it to you." smiling you place a hand on his cheek and kiss the other right on his dimple, ushering him out of the kitchen. 

"not too much butter on the pan!" he shouts as we walks away, pointing his finger at you again.

"i know how you like it! " you shout back.

you find where he's resting now and hand him the plate. he gratefully takes it and thanks you, immediately inhaling the sandwich.

"good?" you smile at him, happy that he's enjoying what you made him.

"very." 

"lets hope you don't get a major hangover tomorrow..." you sigh and lay down on the bed next to him.

"wan' some?" he shoves half of the grilled cheese in your face, you take a little bitty bite right where he had.

"could eat this for the rest of my life, you know that cupcake?" he shakes his head exaggeratedly like its the first time he's ever tasted a grilled cheese, completely in awe.

you just nod bringing your hand up to draw little shapes on his back while he just sits there eating. it was a comfortable silence, besides the soft music playing in the background that was left on coming from another room. he loved when you took care of him when he would get a bit drunk, even if he wouldn't remember most of it tomorrow morning.

#gardengirl'sobx!⋆₊ ⊹ #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj x you #jj x reader #jj thoughts #jj maybank imagine #obx jj maybank #jj maybank prompt #jj outer banks #jj obx #jj obx fic #jj obx imagine #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x reader imagine

[cattjull]

'𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔦 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔢

bsf!ellie x reader!!

SUMMARY: You get ready to a party with your best friend, but acting like you don't like her will be more difficult than ever tonight.

CW: r! is afab, r! shows her tits to ellie (?), alcohol game, and I think that´s all.

A/N: This took me forever to write but I really really liked how it turned out

PROMISE OF A DRUNK— It was kind of difficult to bring Ellie to a party. She would always complain about it being just loud music, alcohol and sex; but what's all that called together if not fun?

Probably what you most liked about parties was that you could get drunk and tell Ellie all you thought about her,how much you liked her, how hot she was, how much you loved seeing her with that reading glasses she wore sometimes... Because you could deny everything the next day. "I said that? what?" "I didn't do that" (whatever it was, yes you did) "Nah I don't trust you. I'm not the type to say that", you would say. It would seem weird for others but only you (and Ellie) knew how difficult it was to not confess to your best friend in the middle of watching a movie, or making bracelets, or having a sleepover. So yeah, sometimes getting drunk was a scape way to all your pretending.

After convincing Ellie to go to tonight's party, as you always did, she came around to you house in black jeans, a white tank top and a black leather jacket that—you'd never admit, made you go FERAL. The auburn watched you as you showed her your possible outfits: skirts and going out tops. You kinda noticed how she stared at some part (2 parts, if you want me to specify) of your body. Far from feeling harassed, you kinda enjoyed Ellie's gaze, like... She was just your best friend who liked watching you(r tits) and you were her best friend who liked... Her. So why not enjoying it?

"Oh, and-" you lifted your top, leaving your braless tits exposed to the air. "How are them? Like, they look good?" Her expression was completely shocked and in the matter of seconds her face turned red like a tomato. Completely.

"I, uh... They're good, yeah." She said and immediately covered her face with her hand and looked away, focusing her gaze in the floral pattern of your blanket.

"You didn't even look." You laughed. Then she turned to see your tits and the colour in her face intensified, if that was even possible. After like five seconds of being hypnotised, she finally looked up at your eyes.

"Good." She nodded. "Are you happy now?"

"I think you're the happy one here." You chuckled to yourself and took off the top completely, ready to try another outfit.

With Ellie's help you chose a midnight blue top with some black skirt and boots you didn't put on yet. Now it was makeup time. After less than 10 minutes, she started getting bored.

"When will you finish?"

"Not now."

She whined. Twenty minutes later, your sparkly blue makeup was done and when you turned around, you found Ellie sleeping, spread in your bed and a dumb smile formed in your lips. You sat beside her and looked at her eyelashes for a second, then at her lips. Oh, her lips. Impulsively, you leaned in and kissed her.

Her forehead. Because it didn't matter how bad you wanted to kiss her lips and how you dreamed about it (asleep or not), you couldn't do something she didn't allow you to, you just weren't able to. Maybe you loved her too much. You leaned in, getting your mouth close to her ear. You blew her, causing her to wake up suddenly and to sit up with a little scream.

"Hey! It's not fu- oh" Her almost inexistent amount of annoyance was replaced by... Something? when she saw your makeup. "Woah. You always surprise me." Her lips were parted now.

"I know." you shrugged cockily. "Are my eyelashes symmetrical?" You got closer and blinked a few times, looking at her beautiful green eyes. She couldn't help it and looked down at your tits. She dug her own grave and she knew it but come on, she couldn't help herself. And you obviously noticed this.

"My eyelashes." You repeated to Ellie in a teasing tone.

"I'm looking at your eyelashes!" She protested as her emerald gaze shifted to your eyes again. "They're symmetrical."

"The eyelashes too?" She hit your leg, a slight blush creeping onto her beautiful freckled cheeks.

"Shut up." Her reaction made you chuckle.

"Can i do your makeup?"

"Uh, just nothing weird."

"Just eyeliner?"

"Yeah, that will be good."

"Sit against the headboard please." Ellie obeyed you. She knew that was an excuse to sit on her lap, but she wanted you to so...

You took the bag from your night table, ready to do your job. You sat on her lap, with your legs on each side of that pretty black jeans of hers.

"Look upside." Ellie did as you said and you started doing your job.

You felt your cheeks turning a completely different colour when Ellie placed her hands in your waist. You wouldn't admit how nervous you got because of that, and Ellie wouldn't admit she too even though she was the one who made the move. While you traced small lines all around Ellie's eye line, you couldn't help but notice she had gotten red as well. Crimson red. Even though you would've loved to mock her about that, you were in the same position as her so you shut up, both of you enjoying the closeness and at the same time pretending absolutely nothing was going on between you, even knowing that if one of you pulled the other girl's face closer in a kiss none of you would pull back in a long, long time.

You kept doing her eyeliner, trying to ignore the indecent thoughts of Ellie that crossed your mind, mashing up the images of Ellie when she was changing in the same room as you with right now where you sat on her with some Twitter videos you'd never admit you watched. She's your best friend and just your best friend. She's your best friend and just your best friend. She's your best friend and just your best friend, you repeated mentally trying to sound convincing. After like 5 minutes you were done, and with a phew you announced you were done.

"I thought I was gonna screw it."

"Me too." Ellie received a small hit in her arm.

"Hey!" You complained.

"I was joking, you're incredible." She said as she sobbed her arm.

"Oh, don't flirt with me now."

"You're delusional." You smiled at that.

"Shut up. Are we going to the party now?"

You took an Uber to the house of someone you didn't actually know, but you were invited by some friend anyways.

In the way there, you leaned your head in Ellie's shoulder with tranquility. You thought that maybe, if you had done something impulsive when doing her eyeliner, probably both of you would've been tense now, but that didn't happen and that wasn't even important to you right now because, come on, you were in Ellie's shoulder and her head was leaning on yours. Yeah, you used to do that but that didn't mean you couldn't get nervous, and getting nervous didn't mean Ellie would notice that. (Did it?)

12 pm

Music came from the inside of the luxury building, inviting you to come inside. The night was young and there wasn't any drunk people yet, not enough to notice.

You entered inside the building and in the kitchen you could see one of your friends, Dina, which was Ellie's best friend and when she saw you immediately gestured for the two of you to join the group she was with with a friendly expression.

"We'll have fun." You said and dragged Ellie with you by her hand as if she didn't know how to walk by herself.

2 am.

The vodka bottle, almost in the half now, rested in the middle of the round. If you didn't want to answer a question, two sips. If you didn't want to fulfill the dare, four sips.

"Truth." The blonde named Lacy said tilting her head to the side with a smirk.

"Who do you like?" Jesse asked.

"Oh come on." You complained about the same basic question everyone always make in truth or dare, interrupting; half of your politeness always faded away with a little of alcohol in your system. "Ask something interesting."

"Shut up. It's interesting." Jesse defended himself.

"Sure."

"Well, I like some girl who has short hair and is right here." She answered when your little argument with Jesse finished, looked at Ellie and winking at her.

If Ellie had been sober, she would have frozen and stay awkwardly silent. But she wasn't, so she smirked with a noticeable red face, looking the girl she didn't know down, and scratched her ear. If you had been sober, you would have dissimulated and tease your friend about the situation. But you wasn't, so you glared at the girl with the most pure hatred before shifting your gaze to Ellie. YOUR Ellie.

You placed your hand in the Auburn's thigh casually, something Lacy didn't overlook. And she shouldn't, you were threatening the hell out of her.

Ellie is mine. Stay away. As simple as that. Ellie looked at you with a surprised smile.

"Oh?" She got closer, you were frozen at this and when your soul came back to your body she was whispering in your ear. "Are you jealous baby? Is that why you touch me like that? Because I think she likes me."

She blabbed with a dumb smile. What did she call you? BABY? Your face was burning now and all you hoped (Besides Lacy's death) was that Ellie didn't notice your nervousness, which you were almost 100% sure overflowed your body, being almost palpable.

"I'm not." You said taking credit away from the situation. Your hand still rested in Ellie's thigh, wishing to go up. Now was Lacy's turn, who looked at you like you invented global warming.

"Truth or dare, Els?" Sorry? Els? Come on, only you called her like that. And Dina sometimes. Who the fuck did she think she was? Just going there and calling your girlfriend like that as if-

"Dare." She smirked.

"I dare you to kiss me." OH NO YOU FUCKING-, you shouted in your head as your poor knuckles turned white because of how tight you were clenching your fists. Ellie came closer to... The bottle? She directed it to her mouth and drank four sips, making a disgust expression.

"Sorry girl, I'm taken." She smiled at her before sitting beside you again. Now she was the one touching your thigh, sending shivers all over your leg.

"Taken?" You asked with true curiosity.

"By you." A silly smile appeared on her lips. She got closer in an attempt to kiss you.

"What are you doing?" You giggled at Ellie's interest for you, which she only showed when she was this drunk or talking between dreams, two things you were used to pretend that didn't happen because god it would be so awkward for Ellie to tell her about that, to confront her, to ask her if she had any actual feelings for you. You moved your head to the side so she ended up kissing your cheek. You didn't even perceive if she behaved like this JUST because of the alcohol or if she actually liked you and it was more difficult to hide it after some drinks but you decided to not think about it much, not now. Ellie rand her hand down your thigh slightly, squeezing it a little.

"Truth or dare?" The Auburn asked you.

"Truth."

"Do you like me?"

#ellie williams #lesbian #wlw #queer #lgbtq #im not sorry for the cliffhanger #ellie the last of us #ellie williams the last of us #tlou ellie #ellie tlou #ellie fanfic #ellie williams x you #fem reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #x reader #ellie williams x female reader #masc #female reader #x female reader #ellie williams fanfic #ellie willams x reader #ellie fluff #bestfriend!ellie #loser ellie

[callyourose]

match point, chapter three.

→ introduction one two three

— In which Art and Patrick find themselves intertwined with the relationship of tennis superstar Tashi Duncan and her best friend, Lennon Caddel.

LENNON CADDEL WASN'T TASHI DUNCAN'S LAP DOG. No matter what their relationship would lead you to believe. Lennon was her own person, Tashi knew that. She could make her own decisions, she could choose what to wear or who to date all on her own. She was a grown-up. But... why would she want to? It was just so easy for Tashi to just tell Lennon how to think and for her to listen. Tashi liked that she got to hold on to that sense of control off of the tennis court, and Lennon just liked knowing someone was thinking for her. Maybe that's why their relationship worked so well. They had never argued, they've never even been close to a friendship-ending fight. For the past nineteen years, Tashi had been telling Lennon what to do and Lennon had been letting her. Sometimes it got lonely and sometimes Tashi wasn't very nice. But Lennon had, like, no friends outside of Tashi. Which is how the latter liked it. She wanted Lennon's attention to be on two things and two things only. Tennis and her.

Art and Patrick, and Lennon and Tashi, were sitting on the floor of the boys's hotel room. The carpet was scratching the back of Lennon's thighs, but the alcohol in her system made it not that noticeable. They were passing around a beer, but Tashi had told her to take a shot for confidence before they left their own room. So she did. And now she's sitting here with flushed cheeks and shaky hands and she's unable to focus on anything but the way Tashi is caressing her thigh and the way Art's arm is up against hers and the way Patrick is staring at her.

"Len? Lennon?”

She blinks, smiles softly, and turns to look at her friend. Tashi's hand is still rubbing her upper thigh gently and it takes everything in her not to melt into the floor. "Sorry," she says sheepishly, "I kinda zoned out."

Patrick and Tashi share a smile and she cant help but feel like they're making a joke that she's not in on. "It's okay, honey," Tashi says with a grin, "Patrick just asked you a question and I wanted to make sure you were listening."

Lennon turns her head slowly to look at the brunette boy in front of her. "Oh, I'm sorry."

He smiles and brushes it off. "It's cool, don't worry. I was just wondering what your plans are. Like if you're gonna go pro." He takes a drag of his cigarette before holding it out to Lennon. She looks at it, looks at him, and then looks at Tashi. Tashi knows what she's asking for. She's asking, silently, for permission. She nods softly, and Lennon is reaching her hand out to take the cig from Patrick.

She takes a long drag, longer than she should've, before pulling out of her mouth and handing it to Art. She tries to hold back a cough, but it comes out as a gag. She's so embarrassed that she could just curl up and die right there. Everyone in the room is laughing at her. Patrick being the loudest, but Tashi not far behind. Art glances at her apologetically, but he's still laughing.

Lennon forces a chuckle before, finally, answering the question. "I, uh... I don't know if I want to go pro," she looks down at the ground before looking back up and smiling softly, "I don't think I'm good enough to go pro, honestly." She's messing with the necklace around her neck, a gold chain with Tashi's name engraved on the pendant.

Patrick scoffs. "Are you kidding? You're like... made for going pro. You're crazy fucking talented."

Lennon blushes and brushes off his compliment. "Thanks... I don't know. I just don't think I could be happy playing tennis for the rest of my life."

A wave of seriousness washes over the room. Tashi rolls her eyes and lightly slaps the outside of Lennon's thigh before pulling her hand back. "Don't listen to her," she tells the boys,  "She's super fucking talented and she knows it. Of course she wants to go pro."

Lennon forces a laugh. "Yeah, I mean going pro would be amazing." She side eyes Tashi, almost begging for approval. And she gets it. Tashi, ever so lovingly, resumes the soft caressing of her upper thigh.

It's well past midnight. 4:37am, in fact. According to the clock on wall. The girls had bid their goodbyes to Art and Patrick about an hour ago. When they got back to their own room, you could feel the tension in the air. Lennon could sense that Tashi was mad at her for something, she just didn't know what. 

They had been laying together in their shared bed for the better part of the hour. Tashi had her back to Lennon, when normally she's turned the other way. Every single night, Tashi has her chest pressed to Lennon's back and her arm draped over her stomach. But not tonight. 

Lennon can hear her soft breathing, she knows that she's asleep. But the fact that her closest, and only, friend is mad at her is making it impossible for her to follow suit. 

Everything she does, she does to please her. She's worked so hard to improve her backhand, to straighten her posture, to stop biting her nails just because Tashi told her to. She's gotten so good at making her happy that she's started to sense her problems before Tashi gets the chance to. She wants to push off the disappointment for as long as possible. But sometimes it's unavoidable. Like tonight, I guess. 

"Tashi?" She whispers into the air. The soft hum of the air conditioner muffles her voice. "Tash?"

She stirs in her sleep before waking. She keeps her eyes closed but rolls over on to her back, indicating that she's listening. 

"What?" She answers. There's a bite in her tone. Lennon can almost smell the disappointment that's rolling off of her in waves.

"Are you... mad at me?"

Tashi blinks her eyes open, staring at the ceiling. "No."

Lennon sighs, tears filling her eyes as she stares at the side of Tashi's face. 

"Stop crying." She can't even see her. She just knows her that well.

"I'm not crying," Lennon chokes out, her voice cracking.

Tashi turns her head to make eye contact. Even in the darkness of their room, there's no denying the glint of light reflecting off of her teary eyes. Just as a tear falls, she reaches up to catch it. "Oh, but you are. Why are you crying?"

"I just," Lennon blinks as she tries to push the tears back into their ducts, "I hate when you're disappointed with me." 

Tashi feels bad. She knows she should apologize. She hates when she makes her cry. But something in her refuses to let her say that she's sorry. 

Still staring at the ceiling, she asks the question that's been floating around her mind for the past three hours. "Why would you tell them you don't want to go pro?" 

Lennon is taken aback. That's what this was about? 

"I- I don't know. I do want to go pro. You know that I do." She bites her lip, biting back tears and hoping that Tashi believes her. 

And she does. She rolls back over onto her side, this time facing Lennon. She brushes a stray hair out of her face and tucks it behind her ear. You would think that nothing had happened at all they way she was smiling softly. "I know you do." 

Lennon smiles, drowning in her approval. She rolls over, pressing her back to Tashi's chest. And just like every night, Tashi slings her arm over Lennon's middle, pulling her ever closer. "It would be really fucking stupid of you if you didn't."

#art donaldson smut #art donaldson #art donaldson x reader #tashi duncan x reader #tashi donaldson #tashi duncan #patrick zweig #patrick zweig smut #patrick zweig x reader #challengers x reader #challengers #05172024

[coffe-and-tea-time]

Lovesick! Doctor x Reader

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ You need a proper care, Dear ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

Hi, Coffee speaking! We both got a cold and I wanted to indulge a bit, I also got a little obsession with Lovesick! Wally ngl but I choose to start with the doctor expect me to write for a Lovesick! Patient soon

Hi, Tea speaking! We actually were also saying nonsense about humanized Pepsi (my favorite soda) and 7UP (Coffee's favorite) so yeah (why does my twin drool over a muppet?)

btw, this isn't edited due to Tea still being really sick, so do expect weird sentence structure/words or misspells, sorry in advance, just one twin absorbs all the intelligence in the womb and that was certainly not me/j

tw: this dude shouldn't be a doctor, yandere behavior, drugging, manipulation, kinda paranoia? , reader doesn't know anything is happening, written in you/yours (this is just fiction, I don't really know about medications I just research a bit to write this)

It was only a cold, you just need to go to the doctor to get the certificate and maybe some paracetamol and then leave, easy, isn't it?

As you walk in the hallways of the hospital you turn right, having a hard time trying to find yourself in this big hospital, but it seems like you were right, as you bump into a doctor, your doctor.

"dear? What are you doing here? Here is no place to wander off!"

The panic in his voice is easily noticeable, as if you walk into a horror movie and choose to separate from the group without telling anyone.

“I’m sorry doctor, I just got a little disoriented here and there and ended up here..”

You don’t really get why he reacted like that, it's a hospital anyway, the worst thing that could happen is that you enter into an operating room but there is always a sign on them… I think?

“huh, I see Anyways, don’t worry, it's just that there is no place to wander around, let me guide you towards the other floor again. I will take you in right away, is that cold of yours keep bothering?”

“Yeh, it’s seems like everyday it’s getting worse, I don’t think I could be outside of my house too much without getting a bit dizzy”

You started talking about your recent problems because of your stupid cold that doesn't seem to faze away, the path to his consultory felt shorter than you could remember but well, guess it’s normal that happens when you're focused on talking, isn't it? You choose to just blame your mind and take a seat in the neat room as the doctor talks.

“Seems like the symptoms are getting worse… too much slowly”

“I’m sorry doctor, what did you say? I didn’t really catch the last part”

You say rather chill than you should, the first part was about your cold being worse, isn't it? Well, that’s true, kinda makes you wonder if it really is a cold but not wanting to sound like a hypochondriac, plus, the doctor is peacefully researching something in one of his drawers although you can't really see his face since his back is turned to you.

“Oh, I was just commenting how you are having a really rough time, I was thinking about giving you a different medication before it gets even worse. I would rather if you sit for a little, like 15 to 20 minutes before leaving after taking it, I’m really worried about you, you look lost in thought, it’s doesn't really appear like you are here with me right now…”

Well, what he says is right, your mind seems all over the place these days, good for you to have such an attentive doctor. He hands you a pill and a glass of water.

“This is Benadryl, it's just an allergy medicine, but can give some sleepiness. I ask you to sit and wait because of that, isn’t a real problem feeling sleepy but I want to make sure it doesn’t trigger your dizziness. I change the medication because I think you can have more of an allergy than a cold due to your symptoms that are also not fading away and even getting stronger, you see, it’s normal to find allergies or develop them as you grow..."

As he keeps explaining complex things, you just wonder what to blame if it happens to be the cause of an allergy as you take the pill with the help of the water. You two keep talking peacefully, as you wait for the time to pass, it seems like the doctor was right in seeing it coming that you were gonna get kinda sleepy. Does this doctor not have any other appointment or something?

“Well, and that's about it, any questions?”

You started to feel more tired, your head felt heavy, but well, the doctor warned you about it, so you try to ignore it and wait for it to just pass.

“To be honest, yes, but this is more out of personal curiosity, what was the floor where I was earlier before you found me? It was really empty for a hospital…”

… Are you moving or are things in the room suddenly alive? You get a little surprised and try to stand up to check your own condition without thinking about it though. You feel like you lost your balance, as if all around you is spinning, the doctor is fast to come beside you, ready to grab you if you happen to fall.

“Don’t worry about it, you couldn't see any people because it's a floor for rather special inpatients we deal with. Focus on you now, what’s your name? How many fingers am I holding up?”

You try to fight to keep yourself awake, yet before you could answer his questions, your vision went dark and you finally lost consciousness.

". . ."

He holds you so tenderly, avoiding your unconscious head to get hit and end up with a contusion or something like that.

“Rohypnol is really quick to act, huh? Don’t worry Dear, I will make sure you won’t need to deal with stressful stuff from today on, that would get you here in the end anyways, I’m just avoiding you some pain…”

He gently kisses your forehead before notifying through the phone in the room that someone fainted and will require admission to the hospital.

sorry for any misspellings or weird sentence structure ❣

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[thousand-winters]

You know what I find really, really funny?

You know how Reigen drops his "oh, I don't think anybody would like me if they saw the real me" on Serizawa (that definitely was not on his job's description)? Obviously there's a whole thing there with how he sees himself but how in the end he stops lying to Mob and confesses the truth to him.

And then... he kinda just stops there.

In the spin-off he doesn't tell the truth to Tome until he thinks he has no other choice because she's putting herself in danger by working under the wrong assumption that he's a psychic, and while doing so, he asks her not to tell Serizawa. He was honest with Mob, but that was with him and only him. His default mode is still lying and hiding.

And the thing is obviously these people he has surrounded himself with, purposefully or accidentally, don't like him because they think he's an esper —at this point I don't think he's fooling even half of them, frankly—, or even because of his whole... energetic, over the top persona. They like him because of the kind of person he is, whether he's keeping his whole salesman attitude or whether he's a bit quieter and less self-assured.

Now, it's kinda easy to see why he would think he has to keep that up, initially he presented himself to Mob as this wise mentor figure, half of the other people he knows are kids for which he feels the responsibility to be a reliable adult figure, and then there are cases like Serizawa and the ex-Scars who do hold him in high regard and see him with a certain degree of admiration, all of that sort of tied with his fake psychic status.

And so it's very amusing to me that the one person who could show him VERY clearly that people care about him regardless of all of that is... Ritsu.

Because here's the thing, he was jealous of Reigen to some degree since he was someone Mob could confide in, unlike Ritsu due to the distance that had formed between them after the incident. And I think part of his irritation with Reigen was definitely that he was so evidently (to him anyway) a fraud, so that put Ritsu pre-awakening of his powers and Reigen at the same level and yet... Mob always went to Reigen for advice and guidance. It's very understandable for him to have been annoyed considering that.

Through the story it's more than evident that Ritsu is very, very aware that Reigen is a fraud, and though he's open with his distaste, at some point it feels a bit more like a normal kind of distaste. Reigen might have his morals and principles as a fraud, but he's one nonetheless, plus his personality doesn't mesh particularly well with Ritsu, and quite honestly? If I were 13yo and had to interact with someone like Reigen, I think I would be feeling a good amount of second hand embarrassment that ends up in annoyance.

But Ritsu doesn't really hate Reigen. He's comically annoyed by him, sure, but it's more than obvious he doesn't hate him.

When push comes to shove, he never wishes any actual ill will toward Reigen, he helps pull him away from Ishiguro in 7th Division Arc, for example, and when he goes to face Toichiro to help Mob, Ritsu is the one showing visible concern for what's going on when they see the explosion and the fire from down below, with his little "Reigen-san..." (as a sidenote, I love how the English dub does this with the "please, be okay").

My favorite example of this by far is Separation Arc, because Ritsu has genuine reasons to be pissed at Reigen this time around, if he sort of gathered that he mistreated Mob, and yet what he does is... he watches the press conference. It isn't even because of Mob, he's not sitting down with him or even watching with his parents or anything, it's just him, he had to have made the active choice to watch. And he could be vindictive and it would be such a reasonable posture to take because, again, Reigen was a goddamn jerk to his brother and the situation snowballed from there, but he isn't, he's visibly concerned for him.

That is NOT a boy who doesn't care, much less one who hates Reigen.

And it's so funny to me that the one person who could show Reigen all of those fears he has about that side of him he hates being a deal breaker for the people around him is also the one who makes faces at the idea of going to stay over at his apartment.

#don't get me wrong i think their dynamic is fascinating but also. it's really fucking funny things are like this #anyway i'm just yapping but it just gets me. they get to me. i think about reigen and his little ducklings a normal amount #reigen arataka #kageyama ritsu #mp100 #mob psycho 100

[selfloverrrrrr]

You're alone...? (Part-2)

Warnings : Noncon, kissing, Kidnapping, biting, size difference, Yandere Gojo, protective, jealous, Mafia Au....

Summary: Gojo and Sukuna are rivals. Sukuna pulled Gojo's trigger without any reason now Gojo came to take revenge....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

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The next morning I woke up. I slowly opened my eyes. The sunlight hit my eyes. When my eyes gets adjust with the light I saw I was in a bedroom. A luxury bedroom. That's not my bedroom! Where was I? I've never seen this bedroom in my entire life! I tried to get out of the bed I felt a soreness between my legs. Then I remembered what happened last night! Fuck how did I forget what that bitch did!! I hate Gojo. And now I really think that brother was really right.

I had a luxury bedroom too but this was on another level. Then another question came in my mind. If Gojo kidnapped me for my brother Sukuna.... then why am I in a luxury room? He won't treat his worst enemie's sister like this! I got up from the bed and saw I was in a white dress. He gave me a dress?.... But why?

I heard a sound of the door opening. There was a maid standing there. I looked at her. "Ma'am your breakfast is ready" she said. Breakfast? Why the fuck are they treating me as if I'm there guest. " I don't need breakfast" I replied and got out of the room beside her. "Ma'am please eat or Mr.Gojo gonna kill us." She said. "Tell him I said to kill himself first" I replied her and started walking through the hallway.

I stopped infront of a room which's door was open. There was Gojo sitting. It was Gojo's office. He was talking with Yuta and Megumi. When I reached the room Gojo looked at me. I went inside. "Why the fuck you took me here???" I said. Gojo looked at Yuta and Megumi and they went out of the room. Gojo looked at the maid behind me. "Did you gave her breakfast?" He asked her. "N-No ... She d-didn't ate" she replied. "Didn't I told you to give her breakfast?!" Gojo said in a cold tone. "S-sir I did but she said..." She spoke "what she said?" Gojo asked. "S-she said to tell you to kill yourself" she said in a whisper. Gojo smirked and looked at me "oh?" Then again looked at the maid "gimme the breakfast" he said.

The maid bring the breakfast and give it to Gojo. "Eat it" he said. "Fuck you!" I said with grinded teeth. "We already did last night, darling" he said with a smirk. I glared at him. "Keep your breakfast to yourself.... and don't act like you care!" I said. He started walking towards me and I started walking backwards. My legs touched the couch and I fell on it. Gojo seat beside me. "I. Said. Eat. It" Gojo said seriously. Tbh I am kinda scared of him. I try to cover it but I am. I took the plate from his hand and start eating. "Now was it that tough?" He said with a smirk. I looked away with a blush on my cheeks and continued eating.

Some time passed. I was again in that bedroom. A maid entered the room. There was a flower vase with full of roses in her hand. She placed it on the night stand. She was about to leave. "Hey...can I ask you something?" I asked. "Sure ma'am" she replied. " Is this a guest room or something...?" I asked. " No no... It's Mr.Gojo's private bedroom" she replied. His private bedroom? Why is he keeping me in his private room? Strange! "Umm... can u tell me....Why am I in this room ?" I asked. "I don't know ma'am.... Mr.Gojo told us to keep you here" she replied. "Oh... okey " I replied. But I still can't understand why is he keeping me here?!

An hour or two passed. I was reading a book which the maid gave. Suddenly the door opened. " Hey Gojo... Just do the deal I'm waiting for too long!!" A guy said hurshly. He was tall. Not taller than Gojo. He has blonde hair and sharp eyes. He looked at me with curious. He kinda looks creepy.

"G-gojo isn't here" I said. " Who are you? I knew Gojo doesn't like or have any whores... Neither he's interested in any relationship..." He said. " She's y/n, Mr.Noya .... Sister of Sukuna " his bodyguard said from behind. Then Noya again looked at me with a smirk. " Sukuna's sister working as a slut for Gojo?" He said. " Gojo won't mind if I have fun with her for a few time" he said and started walking towards me.

My eyes widened. He was infront of the bed. I started climbing upwards. "Don't come close!" I said. "Shh... You're just a woman... women should obey what a guy says " he said. He was too close to me. Suddenly someone grabbed Noya from behind, turned him around and choked him on the bed. It was Gojo. He was choking Noya so hard that Noya couldn't breathe. " How fucking dare you!!!! You tried to touch her!...are you wishing for your death?!" Gojo said with grinded teeth. Noya was slapping Gojo's hand to get out of his grab.

Gojo punched him with his another hand. "Do. Not. Look. At. Her. With. Your. Fucking. Eyes." Gojo said and threw him on the floor. Noya was breathing heavily. "Yuta throw him out of my house and tell him I'm not gonna have any deals with the zenin anymore" he said. They all went out and closed the door.

Gojo looked at me. I looked at him. Tears falling down eyes. He sit infront of me. " Hey hey... don't cry" he said and grabbed my hands "it's okey... I'm here" he said. "H-he.... He called me a s-slut" I sobbed. ' fuck! I called her that too last night....but why didn't she said anything to Me?' Gojo thought. " Don't worry.... If he ever even try to think about you I'll blow his fucking skull!" He said hugging me tightly. Why does it feels so safe in his arms??? He's not anything to Me... then why? I was still sobbing. Gojo grabbed my chin and tilted my head up. He pressed his lips on mine. I didn't pulled away this time! I want to pull away he's not anything to Me! But I couldn't! And I don't know when did I fall asleep in his arms.

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[enhagvrl]

en- when their words upset you

a/n: the part two of all members will come out next week since I posted three posts within one week :) also i honestly have no idea how to potray the two biggest rays of sunshine in an angst fic so please don't mind this :,(

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sunoo

 “ as if anyone would believe you.”

Since your childhood, you were the rebel kid who would always lie to her parents and friends about so many things - partying outside, hanging out with certain people et cetera. This led you to not develop many deep bonds with people. Your life was absolutely dark, until this huge and cute ray of sunshine came in and changed the whole trajectory of your being - kim sunoo. He was the one who knew that you were more than just a liar and traitor people assumed you to be. The years of mistreatment you got from people and deep down those insecurities which had always eaten you from inside seemed to disappear the moment sunoo walked into your life. Which led you to go blank hearing these words from his mouth.

“ You know I would really like to see you try and win the trust of all the people around you. Since, you had acted like such a headache in your teenage years.” he said, going back to making silly tiktoks for his fan following. 

You knew he meant it as a joke as it is very normal for the both of you to have regular banter exchanged. But maybe, this time you could not take it as a joke. You felt those ingrown doubts getting out from your gut and spreading through your body. 

“Yeah…right…I was…a headache for sure back then.” you let out slowly, taking deep breaths. Not bothering to hear his reply, you quickly got up from the floor, saying in a rushed tone -

“Don't you think the weather today is so hot? I’ll get us some mint choco. Wait here.” saying this you disappeared into the kitchen downstairs, gulping down a big glass of cold water to calm yourself. 

jungwon

 “ What do you know about leading a group anyways?”

You had been chosen as the troop leader for a camping trip your class would be going to for a week. You did not have major doubts on your skills as a leader, being an elder sibling but the problem was your class - the most mischievous and notorious class in your whole batch. If they did not cause any problems today, they would surely cause double the problems tomorrow to make up for tomorrow. The whole school knew it, even the teachers, that this one class was absolutely hopeless when it came to controlling them. Which brings you to your boyfriend, Jungwon - the only person you can get some advice from regarding leading a big group. 

“And you know, there's this guy named Wooyoung and I swear he’s not even human. Like, why would you go around biting people you don’t like?! I’m so scared about what to do with him when I cannot even get into his five metre radius……” and you went on about the different troublemakers and how you think you could handle them for a week, when those words of Jungwon made you pause.

“.....what do you mean not knowing how to lead a group?” you questioned, sitting up straight from your lying position on the bed, feeling irritation creeping up on you.

“No, I mean, I get it. You’re the elder sibling of your house so you kinda have some idea when it comes to handling babies but of course you’re gonna be inexperienced when it comes to leading a big group of grown ass adults.” he said, very casually, continuing to reply to his fans on weverse.

“maybe you should pass on the duty to someone else you know. Someone more capable of being a leader and someone who will be taken seriously by the people.” 

There. The damage was done. 

“So you think I'm some sort of pushover who people don’t take seriously? Huh. I'm starting to doubt if YOU take me seriously or not. All those efforts were for nothing.” 

Saying this you grabbed your hoodie and cellphone, heading towards the door. Ignoring maeumi’s barking, you went out - jungwon’s words replaying in your head making you breathe a sigh and look up towards the trees swaying furiously in the wind, indicating it was going to rain soon. 

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[hazbinfallinginaspiral]

A bit of a silly little mental image I got stuck in my head: Could I possibly request Vox reacting to a scenario where he's doing his best to help out his Reader S/O, who's on their rather painful period, and upon asking them what he can do to help, they respond something along the lines of "Put a baby in me."? Never mind the fact Sinners can't reproduce, Reader is just kinda loopy from pain and hormones and voicing thoughts out loud LOL

I lay sprawled on the couch, clutching a heating pad to my abdomen like it was the last lifeline in a stormy sea. The cramps were relentless, each wave of pain crashing through me and making it hard to focus on anything else. My period this month was worse than usual, leaving me feeling weak and irritable. Vox, for all his usual bravado and detachment, had been surprisingly attentive, fetching me hot water bottles and painkillers without a word of complaint.

He came over again, sitting down beside me and placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Anything else I can do to help?"

“Mmmngh,” I groaned.

"Do you need anything?" he asked, his voice softer than usual. "Water? Painkillers? Another heating pad?"

I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut as another cramp hit. "Just... kill me now," I muttered dramatically.

He chuckled, a sound that was both comforting and annoying at the same time. "I'm not sure that’s a service I can provide, sweetheart. Anything else?"

I peeked one eye open, seeing his genuinely worried face. Despite the pain, I couldn't help but appreciate how much he was trying. I thought about what might make me feel better, and in my loopy, hormone-addled state, my brain latched onto a completely ridiculous idea.

"You could put a baby in me," I said, deadpan.

Vox's eyes widened, and for a moment, he just stared at me. Then he burst out laughing, the sound echoing through the penthouse. I managed a weak smile despite the pain.

"Wow," he said, wiping a tear from his eye. "That's... quite the suggestion. But I think we've got a bit of a problem with that plan, considering, you know, the whole demon reproduction issue."

I rolled my eyes, and shifted my position a little, even though it hurt to move. "I know, I know. I just... I don't know. It was the first thing that popped into my head."

He sat down next to me, his expression softening as he brushed a strand of hair out of my face. "Well, if it’s any consolation, I'd totally do it if I could. But in the meantime, how about I get you some chocolate? Or maybe we could watch a movie?"

I sighed, leaning into his touch. "Chocolate sounds nice. And a movie, too."

"Alright," he said, standing up. "I'll be right back."

As he walked away, I couldn't help but giggle a little. The image of Vox trying to handle a baby was both hilarious and strangely endearing. He returned a few minutes later with a bar of my favorite chocolate and a selection of movies.

"Here we go," he said, handing me the chocolate and plopping down beside me. "I've got action, comedy, and romance. Take your pick."

I looked at the selection, feeling a bit better already. "Let's go with comedy. I could use a good laugh."

He nodded, popping in the movie and sitting back. As the opening credits rolled, he wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close. He was nice and warm, and being close actually worked quite well with my cramps. He was like my very own heating pad. The thought made me laugh a little to myself.

"Thanks, Vox," I said softly. "For being here."

He kissed the top of my head. "Always, sweetheart. Always."

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[tgcg]

Ya got any tips for writing dialog for the sillies?

i wish i could come up w anything deeply helpful irt this but i just kinda "feel it" & it "happens", generally in a way i find hard 2 explain to people... i will give it a go though

i made a post abt the kind of mindset i have when i write karkat dialogue here https://www.tumblr.com/cgtg/739174575193112576/do-you-have-any-tips-on-writing-karkat-dialogue a while back though🙂

for dave i think id have an even harder time explaining it, but my dave is rly heavily influenced by post-irony & ytp. whenever i write dave i just kinda follow a stream of consciousness that is dubious about shit and loves to laugh i guess? i rlly don't know how to describe it. i tend to reread canon dialogue particlarly from act3-6 for inspo, sometimes i'm straight up using my own brain with some kind of dave-filter

when i write them together i like 2 live in the beautiful world where they both agreed to be earnest with each other, probably my best example of that is "candid detail". i don't do that all the time bc i also like to write em with their guards up e.g. "bad mouther hole master", theres a lot of points in their relationship that have rly fun dynamics 2 me.

i guess i also do them kinda silly. ive been told my dk is quite silly. i like 2 imagine they know how to make each other laugh. they also learn a lot from each others perspectives on things, like insecurities or bad experiences or even just what they like / what art is to them, stuff like that. in my interp they do rly end up having a lot of things in common ideologically bc they're both at their cores very soft people.

it's all abt big long sentences with an undertone of quiet empathy. it can also be about aggressively bumping shoulders w their own egos too because that's fun

fundamentally though, i write them 2 be genuinely interested in what the other has to say. like, curious about each other. it gives u rly fun back & forth that isn't too mean-spirited & is more playful/genuine... i think it's rlly easy to write them totally discrediting each other's viewpoints which i do sometimes too (again, FUN !) but if u do it in the wrong context it just comes off as needlessly sardonic & harshes the vibe. i mention that bc i have a hard time balancing their egos & genuity myself sometimes

also very important to know when to have them run their mouths & when to have them sit their asses down & LISTEN. i tend to have them run their mouths a lot in scripts i havent finished/posted, just bc i have so much fun doing it, but it makes the dialogue so long-winded that i can't turn it into a comic... yeah definitely part of it is remembering they both know how to be succinct when they need/wanna be and aren't ALWAYS flapping their mouths. sometimes i realise a script is going in a direction that could be a whole other convo & that's when i tend 2 nip it in the bud

i really dont kno if any of this is helpful but i hope it is a little 4 my kinda... process i guess 🙂

thank u 4 asking me abt it ! if i think of better ways 2 explain it i will share in da future i hope u r having a good day

#randytime #this is jus rly 4 how *i* write them also hehe

[kaelie-quill]

Writeblr Intro

This feels super awkward to do but I'm putting myself out there for better or worse, so! I go by Kaelie on here, I am 22, Queer, and go by she/her pronouns. I've been on writeblr on and off since I was maybe fifteen but haven't touched it in four years. I am now 22 and for most of those four years I have been plagued by my current WIP, currently called Project Genesis. I've only just recently forced myself to really sit and try to get it out of my head.

I'm kind of ashamed to admit that the only book I ever finished was a warrior cats fan fiction I wrote when I was twelve (It was like forty chapters, I wrote it by hand in a notebook and I let someone take it home and read it one time and it haunts me) Everything since then has either been abandoned and never even made it out of the planning stage.

For the last four years I've been super stressed and in a super bad mental state and had no time to truly sit and try to write anything and if I did I thought it was absolute trash and it kinda made me hate writing. I even stopped reading despite being obsessed with books from the moment I could read, but in the last year and a half I have rediscovered my love for reading and now I want to try writing again.

Project Genesis is meant to be a multi-book high fantasy series with horror elements (maybe, I've not read many horror books and have little experience writing it. Any tips on writing horror, or good horror books to read would be much appreciated) It's got alternating POVs, basically everybody is queer, lots of religious imagery (maybe only if you squint, but I swear sometimes I feel like I'm just ripping off the Bible)

Despite existing for almost for almost four years its hard to describe what it's actually about? The first book at least is a dual POV about one character denying and running from their destiny to avoid becoming a sacrificial lamb, and another character trying to carve out a destiny for himself when he's not meant to have one (not in a 'he's supposed to be dead' way but in a 'you're life isn't supposed to have any affect on the world' kinda way)

It is currently in early planning stages, I'm working on a zero draft and outline before really hunkering down to try a first draft. I don't know how this is gonna go as far as like updates? I'm really just kinda using this as motivation, like if I talk about and say I'm doing it I can keep myself accountable and not just drift away from this like so many others. I expect it to all be horrible but so long as it's something I can go back and make it better. Thanks for reading! 👋🏻

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[pantherxrogers]

Pookie since you’ve made a sugar daddy Yunho version, might as well do a Seonghwa. Plss pookie 😩😩 I’m on my knees. 💵💵💳💳I’m begging youu

blurb: sugar daddy!Seonghwa x fem!reader

🖤 pairing: seonghwa x fem!reader

🖤 warnings: slight angsty, reader is kinda bratty, mostly fluffy/cute, a little suggestive

🖤 summary: even though she failed her driver's license exam, Seonghwa can't help but spoil his wife 🤭

🖤 a/n: POOKIE!!!! I’m so sorry that this took so long 😭 it’s been a busy week for me. I hope you love it! Thanks for your request! 😘

Seonghwa gives husband material, so he's a sugar husband lmao. Enjoy!! ☺️

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The soft chime of the alarm system makes your cheeks burn with embarrassment. You nestle further into the duvet, ashamed to face Seonghwa.

But, of course, your husband already knows. His heart aches when he sees you, a ball under the covers, used tissues littered across the silk sheets.

"Hi jagi, you okay?" He hums, sitting next to your swaddled form.

"I am an idiot." It comes out muffled, your face buried in the bedding. The rational part of you knows he'd never be upset with you, but you can't help feeling ashamed.

"You're the smartest person I know," he coos, slowly pulling the covers away from your face. His heart shatters when he takes in your features.

Your eyelids are slightly puffy, obviously caused by tears. Your lively curls are smushed down, a blatant sign that you've been in here for hours, stewing in your despair.

"I'm an adult who failed a driver's license exam," you cry out, feeling the tears well up again.

"You're my sweetheart who failed a very difficult driving exam in a foreign country," he tries to reason with you, wanting to take away your sadness.

“I’m never going to be able to drive anywhere,” you sob, nestling further into Seonghwa’s warmth. He pulls you into his lap, his suit be damned.

He almost chuckles to himself, knowing that you won’t be driving anywhere regardless. Your personal driver takes you wherever you please, but he knows how important this is to you. So, it’s important to him too.

The only sound in the bedroom are your soft cries and sniffles. Seonghwa’s hands draw slow circles on your back, doing his best to comfort you. Of course it’s working.

He’s always had a naturally calming energy. It’s what drew you to him in the first place. Eventually, your breaths level out, chest rising and falling in time with his firm one.

“I've got an idea,” he murmurs, standing up while cradling you in his arms.

“Hwa, I don't feel like shopping right now,” you cry out, hiding your face in his neck. Inhaling his cologne is almost like a grounding exercise. The woody, clean scent brings you comfort.

“I know, baby. I know.” He’s walking you down the hallway now, towards the front door of your estate.

"Then, where are you going?" you mumble, not in the mood to fully articulate anything. Normally, shopping would be a quick fix, but not even a new pair of shoes can help you now.

He ignores your question, still making the long journey towards the front door. Finally, arriving at the bottom of the marble staircase, his heart leaps in anticipation of the surprise. He's sure this will be able to pull you out of your funk.

“Fine, ignore me then,” you grumble, but sink further into his hold. It’s nice to have a change of scenery, even if he is just walking you through your home.

“You smell good, jagi,” he hums, making a show of sniffing your neck, inciting your giggles. “Maybe I should just take you back to the bedroom,” he grunts.

“Well, now I want to know what you were planning!” You huff, knowing he’s joking but also wanting to see this surprise. He chuckles in response, finally reaching the front door handle.

Once outside, Seonghwa gently places you on your feet, your Versace slippers protecting you from the hot stone. “I can’t see,” you whine out, already feeling agitated from the heat.

Seonghwa instinctively raises his hand above your brow, shielding you from the sunlight. The simple gesture warms your heart, prompting you to place a kiss on his shoulder.

It takes a while for your eyes to adjust to the bright day light, but Seonghwa’s makeshift shade speeds up to process.

He falters when you let out a high pitched shriek, chasing after your smaller form running towards the new car in your driveway.

“You got me a PORSCHE 911?!” You exclaim, eyes locked on the smooth, red paint. It’s the car of your dreams. Sporty, sexy, sleek and perfect.

“Anything for you, jagi,” he hums, pleased by your reaction.

“Hwa, it’s beautiful!” Your voice is still louder than normal, but you can’t help it.

The bad mood from the failed test is a distant memory. Your mind conjures up images of driving around in the car, curls blowing in the wind while Seonghwa’s hand rests on your thigh.

Warm, strong arms embrace you from behind, Seonghwa nestling into your neck to place a soft kiss.

"I'm glad you like it, beautiful," he murmurs, inhaling your scent. His nose traces along your neck, the light sensation causing goosebumps to arise on your skin.

"I love it," you breathe out, overwhelmed by the feel of him. The way his lean body shields you from the sun, wrapping you in his love makes your heart beat faster. The excitement from the new car is still there, but your mind clings to your love for your husband.

"Then, let's take it for a spin," he hums, reaching into his pocket for the keys. The reminder of your failure almost dampens your mood, before Seonghwa leads you over to the driver's seat. "No pouting, jagi."

"But-"

"Get in, please," he commands, opening the door for you. "I'll make sure you pass that test."

He closes the door softly, walking around to take his place in the passenger seat. When you start up the car, you feel a warm hand on your thigh, making you smile to yourself.

Maybe you won't be sailing down the streets with the top down today, but you're certain your husband is going to help you accomplish that soon.

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[likedovesinthewindd]

room service; part 2 to sore loser

summary: you find the two boys at the party, but neither of them want the night to end there | content/warning: alcohol consumption, smoking (patrick), suggestive content | a/n: I kinda don't like the way this turned out

The cold condensation from the bottle of Sprite in your hand was beginning to numb your hand as you maneuvered your way through the crowded backyard, looking for a place to sit down. You didn't even know why you were here, anyway.

The party was in celebration of your earlier opponent signing a new brand deal, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't still little butt hurt by it all. But you didn't want to look bitter; you'd celebrate your peers' success just as much as they celebrated yours. Plus, you could never say no to a chance to get out your dorm room.

You finally found an open patio chair, plopping down with a soft groan before your eyes scanned over the crowd. You saw the girl of the hour, a wide grin sporting her face as she took pictures with her trophy in hand in front of a giant poster of herself, an impressive shot of her in action.

You couldn't help but smile at the sight of her giddiness, taking a sip of your bottle before your view was obstructed by the two bodies. Your gaze moved up until it met two familiar faces staring down at you, each with a small smile on their faces. Against your initial hesitance, a smile stretched across your lips from behind your bottle as you lowered it down to your lap.

"Hi boys," you greeted, laughing at the way they talked over each other in reply. "You look beautiful," Art spoke up first, complimented you with a coy, almost boyish smile. Your hand smoothed over the material of your dress, straightening out any crinkles. "Thank you," you answered, "you two clean up nicely as well." You almost laughed at the way both of their backs straightened at your words.

You extended your hand, Patrick moving quickly to help you from your seat before Art could even register what you were doing. Once you were standing, your hand was straightening the back of your dress, offering Patrick a grateful smile that he returned tenfold. You were a bit confused and dumbstruck by the boys' undivided attention on you, but you couldn't say you weren't enjoying it.

"Are you guys having fun?" you asked, getting a combined reply of an uncertain hum and a "not really." You hummed in agreement. "Do you smoke?" Patrick asked, his hand digging into his back pocket, most likely feeling for his cigarettes and lighter. You shook your head, placing your almost empty bottle of Sprite on the small patio table.

"There's a garden way back that side," Patrick said, gesturing to behind you. You took the hint with a hum, already turning around and making your way to the garden, the two boys hot on your trail.

𖡼 ⊹ ˚.

"So," you started, watching the way Patrick exhaled a cloud of smoke, turning his head slighty as to not blow it in your face. "Why don't you go to Stanford?" you asked.

The three of you were sitting on a bench facing the impressive French Parterre in the middle of an even more impressive garden. You sat in the middle of the two, head having to move back and forth between them every time you talked.

"I dunno," he said, "just isn't my thing." He replied, taking another long drag of his cigarette as his eyes gawked your reaction. You only nodded, head moving to your right, Art's head rising from his palm when he saw your attention on him. "What about you?" you asked, "why are you at Stanford?"

He scratched the back of his head in thought, before shrugging. "I dunno," he answered, "what about you?"

"I want a degree, that way I might get a good job if tennins doesn't work out," you replied. "Which seems to be the right choice with the way it's been looking lately," you added a little bitterly.

"I can always coach you," Patrick said softly, smirking at you when you turned to look at him with raised eyebrows. "You're funny," you scoffed without any real offense. "You don't need a coach," Art spoke up, "you just need to get out of your head."

"How do you know I'm in my head?" you asked. He shrugged, "I dunno. I can just see it." You frowned, turning back to Patrick. "You see what he sees?" you asked him, watching as he stubbed the cigarette out on the bottom of the bench's armrest. He gave a small shrug before nodding. "Okay," you said, standing from the bench and turning around to face them. "How do you suppose I get out of my head then?"

Neither of them answered; Art's head dipped down, suddenly very interested in his jeans and Patrick swiped a hand across his mouth with a small laugh. You sighed. "I'm gonna get going, I have a busy day tomorrow," you said, causing Art's head to rise again, but you were already walking off.

"Wait, the night can't end here," Patrick said, causing you to turn around. "Why not?" you asked, words a little snappy. You didn't want to admit it to yourself, but their comments on your playing soured the mood a little. You had always been awful when it came to receiving criticism, constructive or not.

"I'm staying here for the weekend. Come over to my hotel," he tried, giving you his hotel name and room number. You recognized it as the hotel where your parents were staying for the week. They had come over to watch your matches and asked you to stay with them at their hotel room for the week to catch up. You weren't going to tell him that, though.

"You want me to come over to your hotel and find your hotel room?" you asked with a laugh. "If it's not too much trouble," Patrick replied, that stupid smirk still on his face.

You could almost laugh at his eagerness. "Is he gonna be there?" you asked, turning your head towards Art. "He could be, if that's what you want," Patrick replied, his eyes watching the way your smile widened the slightest at his words.

You nodded before turning around again. "Okay," you replied before making your way back to the party.

𖡼 ⊹ ˚.

You had barely given two knocks before the door was eagerly opened, Patrick standing in the doorway with a dopey smile and an unbuttoned shirt, looking flustered.

The hotel room was messy– that much had been expecting from two boys living together– and the sight of their beds pushed together made you laugh. Art was standing by the bed, hands clutched together in front of him like a church deacon. You gave him a small smile before turning around to Patrick as he pushed the door closed. "So," you breathed, looking down at the playing cards scattered around the carpet, "how often do you guys do this?"

Their brows furrowed. "Do what?" Art asked, watching as you moved to the bedside dresser, taking a beer from the already opened six pack. You opened the can, the crunch and wizz pairing wonderfully with the sound of the humming AC. "Recruit a third?" you asked, taking a gulp and watching the way they sputtered.

"Oh, that's not what we—"

"We're not—"

"Are you two not, y'know?" you asked. "No," Art answered quickly. "No, we're not together." Your eyebrows raised. "Oh, alright," you smiled. "You work so well together, though," you added, "I'd hate to disturb the syncopation."

You moved to sit down on the bed, eyes shifting to Patrick in question. He quickly found his way next to you, sitting much closer than necessary. You gave him a smile, eyes scanning over his face, watching the way his cheeks balled when he returned the smile. Still, you moved closer, turning your body so that you faced him completely and lifting your one leg onto the bed.

His eyes kept moving down to your lips, swallowing when he saw your tongue dart out to wet them. Your faces were all of a sudden much closer than before, your noses almost touching as his hand, now placed on your thigh, rubbed across the skin tentatively. "You never answered me," you spoke, looking down at your hand as it smoothed across his exposed chest, relishing in the feeling of his chest hair against your palm.

"Hm?" he replied, the sound ending in a sigh when you looked up at him again. "What do I need to do to get out of my head?" you asked again. He was beyond incoherent at that point, mind only registering the feeling of your hand on his chest and your warm nose now rubbing against his.

You hadn't given him chance to think much further either, your mouth finally meeting his in a kiss that had him sighing in relief. He immediately went all in, turning his head to deepen the kiss as your hands touched the sides of his face. This went on for a while, the sound of the broken AC and the occasional sigh and groan from Patrick filling the room until you pulled away. His mouth tried chasing yours but you turned your head completely, your focus now on Art, who sat at the very edge of the bed as he gawked at the two of you.

Patrick's mouth moved to your neck as you tapped the empty space next to you. Art moved quickly, shuffling along the cheap covers untill he was right next to you. You turned your body completely, causing Patrick's lips to detach from your neck as you faced Art.

"What about you?" you asked as Art's face moved closer to yours, his hand reaching for to your thigh and clashing against Patrick's that was still rubbing the inside of the opposite thigh.

"Do you know what I need? Hm?" you asked, watching Art's mouth open in a heavy breath before you kissed him. He was much more timid than his friend, lips unsure before he gained a bit of confidence when he felt your hand on the back of his head, gripping the hair there.

The kiss ended much too soon for his liking, and he almost passed out at the look on your face, eyes half-lidded and lips swollen. You turned to your left, Patrick not looking much better than you. Your eyes went back and forth again, looking at the two boys and noticing when their eyes briefly met each other's over your shoulder.

"Maybe I do need a coach," you said softly as you rose from the bed, the old mattress creaking underneath you. You quietly made your way to the door, leaving them with a soft "goodnight."

#challengers #challengers x reader #art donaldson x reader #patrick zweig x reader #patrick zweig x you #art donaldson x you #art donaldson #patrick zweig #likedovesinthewindd

[seryu-17]

My bestfriends brother

Paring: non idol!Jeonghan x fem!reader

Author: This ff isn't supposed to hurt anyone. I write this for people to enjoy. I like the idols and don't want to harm any of them. Feel free to read my ff anf hope you'll like it. If you're a minor, this content isn't for you, I am sorry.

Warning: smut, woman anathomy, sex, smut, fluff, strong language, alcohol, edging, unprotected sex (don't do that), creampie, cum, orgasm, nicknames, fingering let me know if I forgot something :)

Don't like it don't read it, thanks

Context: Your bestfriend invites you and some friends of you over after school ended. You went back home to dress yourself comfortably. You never been to your bestfreinds home before cause she usually comes over to your place.

You finished dressing up, you wear something cofortable and cute. Very important for you, you wear a skirt. You make your way downstairs, tell your parents that you'll head to your bestfriend and they let you leave. You take your car keys and start the car. After 10 Minutes of driving you arrive at your bestfriends house. It seems like you're the first one that arrived cause you don't see any other cars. As you ring the doorbell a young and handsome man opens the door. You directly look into his eyes and he do the same. "(bestfriends name), your friends is here, come downstairs!" the young man yells at your bestie. He steps aside and let you inside the house. After you entered the house he heads to the living room. You're taking of your shoes and your bestie comes down and greets you with a hug. "That's my brother Jeonghan, I guess you guys haven't met before, right?" You skahe your head in response. " I guess we have to wait for the others. You can go to the living room and grab something to drink if you want. Make yourself feel comfortable". You head towards the living room and see that Jeonghan is sitting on the sofa. You decide to sit on the sofa too but a little away from him. "Ah, sorry for not introducing myself earlier. My name is Jeonghan, nice to meet you. (bestfriend name) talks a lot about you" he says. "Nice to meet you too, my name is y/n". His voice is so soft and as you look at him while you introduce yourself you think that he is really really handsome and hot. You knew that your bestie has a brother, but didn't knew that he is such a hottie.

The doorbell rings and your bestfriend opens the door. The others arrived. They find their way to the living room as well and see the both of you sitting there. Now there are 8 people in the room including you two. "Y/n, this your boyfriend? You look cute togehter thou." You wish that he was but "Naah, we've just met, he's (bestfriends name) brother" you say. You really wish that he was your boyfriend. Even yourfriends were impressed that Jeonghan is such a hottie. You felt butterflies in your belly when that said that you two would look cute togehter, but you thought that he already has a girlfriend because he's so handsome.

"You really look cute togeher, but he is canbe super horny somtimes" your bestie suddenly says."AYYYY WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING." Jeonghan yells back at her. Everyone laughs about the situation and Jeonghan being a horny type, even you laugh to make it not look akward. One of oyur other friends finally asks: "Hey, are you single by chance?" he just answers with a "yeah, why?". You're suprised by the sudden question and his answer. You didn't expected that answer. "Ahhh, just curious, becuase you kinda look good" your friend answers back. "Thanks" he chuckles. He looks like an angel when he chuckles and you love it. Before you realise, your friends decide to put on a horror movie, because you were daydreaming about Jeonghan's smile. You absolutley hate horror movies and your bestie knows that so she asks for your approval by asking for thumps up or down. You give your approval.

You sit between your bestie and Jeonghan. He notices that you're afraid of horro movies and comes closer to you. First you don't understand why he came closer, but than he whispers into your hear:"I know you're afraid, but don't be, I am here". you get butterflies from his words. Your bestie notices as the movie starts that you already feel uncomfortable so she asks if you want a blanket to make yourself feel more comfortable. To your surprise Jeonghan answers his sisters question instead of you. "Yes, please". He places the blanket over your laps. As soon as the blanket covers your laps his hands find their way under the blanket. One holding your hand and the other one on your thigh. You instanly get butterflies from his touch. You look at him and he just smirks at you. Your bestie notices this and comes closer to your ear and whispers:" I don't mind if you date him, but what I said earlier is ture". You chukle softly after she said that.

Whenever you got scared during the movie you squeezed Jeonghan's hand, but you fell asleep halfway trough the movie. Well, you fell asleep on Jeonghan's shoulder without noticing. After the movie ended you wake up from a "OMG, couple of the year". Now you realise that you fell asleep but also that your hand is still in his hand and that his other hand wandered higher. Again, butterflies in your belly. "Quit it guys" you say absolutly blushing. Your friends decide to play a drinking game called "Busfahrer" (my german people know what I am talking about). The bad thing is that you get tipsy very fast, your alcohol tolerance is pretty low.

It didn't took look for you to get tipsy, alomst everyone except Jeonghan gave you there shots because they knew that you have a low tolerance but maybe also because they want to see what Jeonghan will do. Ofc they hope that at the end of the evening that he'll fuck you. So a few rounds passed you and you felt so tipsy, everyone noticed it. You even hit your head against the desk lightly to stop feeling so dizzy and think straight again. that was the point when your bestie suggested to let you rest in her bedroom.

"Jeonghan, would you be so kind and bring Y/N in my bedroom to let her rest please? Just lay her in my bed." she asked Jeonghan. He nodded and picked you up and carried you in the bridal style. You protested "I can walk by myself, let me down~". "Yeah sure Y/N...I'll keep carryintg you" Jeonghan ironically said. You were blushing so hard cause ofc all your friends saw that scene how Jeonghan picked you up in the bridal style and carries you upstairs. But you just let him carry you, because you actually enjoy that Jeonghan carries you and that in such a romatic way. As you two arrived upstairs Jeonghan opens a bedroom door, but it doesn't seem like your bestfriends bedroom, more like a male bedroom and you were right. The moment you lays you on the bed you realise that it is Jeonghans room and Jeonghan's bed you're laying in. His room smells so good, just like him~

Suddenly Jeonghan moves over your body and pins your arms underneath him. "You're so hot, the moment I saw you I coudln't resist. I didn't knew my sister has such an hottie as bestfriend". he says softly. "I also didn't knew that she has such an hottie as brother" you smirk at him "I also couldn't take my eyes of you Jeonghan~". "You look so hot right now...would you mind...?" he asks and comes closer to you, almost kissing you but waiting for your okay. You nod and press your lips against him. He kisses you so passionatly and deep, the kiss feels like an eternity. The kiss loosens as the two of you saddly have to catch your breaths. His breath feels so hot against your skin and you are longing for more so you go in for another passionated kiss and he kisses you back but the kisses rapidly turn into very wild and deep kisses. You slowly open your mouth to let him enter with his tongue. You don't have to ask him twice to take this chance, he directly took it. His tongue exploring yours and the other way round. You try to win the tongue fight but you're obviously too drunk to even have a chance to win.

The kiss loosens again and he whispers against your ear:"My angel, you're so damn hot, you don't what you're doing to me, looking so lewd. I want you so fucking bad. Tell me how bad does my little angel wants me"? Out of breath and so damn horny you answer him in your need:"I want you so bad please, please, please, please~ Please let me have you~" "What do you exactly want princess, tell me~" he smirks. He won't give you anything unless you beg him to give it to you. "I want your cock deep down my pussy please~" you moan at him so full of lust. He smirks exactly knowing how needy you are and how bad you want him but you won't get him that easy.

You already can see but also feel the bluge in his sweatpants. It doesn't make your lust any better. His member is pressing against your pussy as he is grinding a bit against your pussy to tease you. he wants to make you even more horny than you already are and he is succesful. "Does that feel good princess?" he asks you with a evil grin on his face. The only thing you let out is a moan that tells him that he is reaching his goal and that you can't wait for him to be inside ýou. He grinds another few times against you before one of his hands wanders down to your bottem and finds his place underneath your skirt on your panties You gasps as you feel his hand on your pussy. He grins in satisfaction. His hand stats to go under your panties and massag your alreafy super wet pussy. He's playing with your clit and he's gliding trough your folds.

"So wet for me my princess? You really must need me than" he whispers and finally plugging two of his fingers inside you and fingering you. You let out a loud moan, pretty sure that the others downstairs must have heard you, but you don't care, well, you don't have the time to care as Jeonghan keeps fingering you and making you hornier and wetter. With his other hand he's playing with your boobs, massaging them and playing with your nipples. His hand finding a way under your bra. You're clenching uncontrolable against his fingers and ofc he feels that and it makes him even go harder and faster. His grin get wider and you can hear his evil giggling. You can feel that you're close to orgasam against his fingers. "Jeonghan...I am...abou to...cum~Please, please, please~" you beg him. "Ahhhh...princess, not yet~ sorry~" he says with his angelic voices but you looking into the eyes of the devil. He aprupptly pulls his fingers out and you whimper as you feel empty and clench against nothing. "Awww, poor little angel~" he whispers.

You whimper under him full of lust and can't control your moans that leave your mouth. The emptiness in your pussy drives you crazy as you want him now even more. Out of lust you reach for his sweatpants and try to rub his cock trough them. He gasps but sits down on your lap, smirking and lets you rub his cock. As you rub his cock he let out a moan. You start to fiddle around his waistband and trying to pull his pants down. He notices this ofc and helps you undress him. He pulls of his sweatpants with his boxers and after you help him with his shirt, but he wants to do the same thing with you. So he pulls away your shirtand bra and pulls down your skirt.

Now you're laying there, naked in his bed, him over you also completly naked and you're loving it. He looks so fucking hot and he thinks the same about you. He's already worshipping your body, espacially your boobs. You can tell by the way he is looking at you. His eyes are filled with lust and hunger. "You're the most beautiful girl my eyes have ever witnessed. God must have created you itself, otherwise I can't explain why such a beautiful being like you exists. Can't you see what you're doing to me? Holding back right now is so damn hard, you just can imagine~". he whispers against your ear so lustful it makes you want him even more. "Baby, you can't even imagine how much I want you right now. It's insane and you're torturing me by holding beg and letting me beg..." you whisper against his neck. Now you have him, after your words he absolutly lost control. You forgot to use a condom but you're taking the pill.

"You little slut, now look what you're gonna make me do to you. If you want me so bad, you get me that bad. You're begging is like honey for my ears~". With this words he posisions himslef infron of your entrance and let his tip slide over your folds and your clit. He keeps teasing you by slightly dipping his tip inside you and than again sliding over your folds, he repets that a few times. You are a whimpering mess under him and you start to lose control. You beg him to already fuck you. "Please...please..I can't handle this anymore. Please let me feel you already....i want you so bad~" you beg him while you're a whimpering mess. Those were the words he wanted to hear from you. Without asking him twice he pushes his full lenght slowly inside you. You almost moan super loud again but you covered your mouth with one of your hands. he gives you time to adjust yourself and make yourself feel comfortable before he starts moving inside you.

"You ready?" he asks you in a soft voice. You nod and he slowly starts to thrust in you. You having trouble holding back your moans as he completly fills you up with his cock. "Naaahhh baby let me hear your sweet moans. Let me hear you moan my name" he groans. You stop holding you back and start to moan without controling yourself. You're moaning even louder as he fastens and keeps thrusting a little harder. Your moaning his name endlessly. Your head feels so dizzy due the alcohol but he also starts fucking you dumb. He keeps thrusting inside with the pace he found now and by the time you're just a moaning mess underneath him moaning his name and begging him never ever to stop. He's so much willing to follow your desire. He won't stop fucking you dumb this night and he is making sure that not only your friends will hear you but also his neighbours.

As he keeps fucking you dumb you feel that you're getting closer and closer to your orgasm. Your pussy is clenching around his dick and your arousels are so creamy that they're dripping out. Jeonghan can feel that you're close to orgsam and as you you keep clenching against him he also feel his orgsam coming closer. Now he keeps thrusting harder but not fast as he wants to cum after you and creampie you so bad. "Jeonghan...I am cumming...please let me cum~" you whimper. He wants you to cum so bad around his dick you can't even imagine. He keeps thrusting and there you are squirting all over his dick, covering his dick in your arousels. By the feeling of your warm juice, you're clenching and you having your ogasm, he can't hold back and cums deep inside you moaning.

He lays down on you, his head shoved in your neck inhaling your sweet and sweaty scent. He licks along your neck and tasting you. You moan as he do so. Feeling his breath against your skin and his heart pounding against your chest feels so nice, you wouldn't trade this for anything. "Thank you my angel, you felt so heavenly. Look what you did to me. I told you so~" he whispers exhausted against your neck. You smile as he says that feeling so happy. He pulls out and the creampie reveals itself as a good amount starts flowwing outside. He must have cum A LOT. Before he lays down next to you he cleans you up and the mess you two made. After he lays down next to you he is wrapping you in his arms and tugging you two his blanket. He brushes the hair out of your face and placs kisses all over your cheek and your neck. You press yourself closer to his body as he cuddles you. His body feels a bit sweaty, no wonder, and so nice and warm against yours. You feel like you're in heaven. You just fucked with the most handsome man you've ever seen and now get cuddled by him?!?! Truly heaven. He is like an angel with a devil's smile. So mischivous and sexy.

"So Y/N...maybe this comes a bit late, but I want to ask you if you want to be my girlfriend. I really like you a lot and well, I enjoyed the evening with you so much, even before we fucked. I fell for you right before that, so what do you say?" he asks you in a voice that sounds kinda nervous but still so soft it's heavenly. "I thought we already are baby~ I absolutly fell for you the moment I saw you: I love you so much, you can't even imagine~". you giggle and giving him a feeling not to be nervous about that. "So you're my princess now" he grins happily and gives you a kiss on your neck and brushes along your hips. You smile by his words and enjoy his touch. "I love you" he whispers, "I love you too~" you whisper and give hive a kiss.

Not much time passes till you fall asleep in his arms from his soft touches against your skin and him cuddling you. He also falls asleep pretty fast but made sure that you fell asleep before him to see if you feel comfortable. You slept like you're in heaven with this angel next to you~

So that's the story "My bestfriends brother". I hope you enjoyed it. Please keep in mind that all of this is just imagined and I don't want to harm anyone. So just enjoy reading it :) If you have any ideas for the next ff please let me know, have a nice day!

#seventeen smut #svt smut #jeonghan #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan x you #jeonghan x y/n #smut #fluff #fanfic #seventeen fanfic

[howlingday]

He keeps getting good another chaptrr

1ST / 2ND / 3RD / 4TH / PREV

"Honestly, can't you do anything right?!"

"I'm trying, okay?" Ruby whimpered after yet another of Weiss' 'honest criticisms' as she called them. Really, they were just Weiss yelling for about a half an hour. And it ended the same way, too.

"Well stop trying and start doing!" Weiss then stomped away, leaving Ruby alone in the dorm, yet again.

This wasn't what Ruby thought Beacon was going to be like at all. She thought she would be going on adventures, making friends, and having fun while learning how to become a huntress. But all she was learning right now was how out of her depth she truly was.

If only Yang was here, but it seems she had something better to do with Blake today. Just like yesterday. And the day before. And the day before that.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Ruby opened it to find Jaune standing there with sad eyes. "Is... everything okay, Ruby?"

"Yeah, just... me and Weiss are still trying to figure things out." Ruby said, clearly lying to cover for her partner.

"Oh, okay." Jaune said. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Not really." Ruby replied.

"Do you wanna... hang out with my team until your team gets back?"

"Yeah." Ruby perked up, making Jaune's tail wag. "Yeah, I'd like that."

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"Oh, hello, Pyrrha~!" Weiss called sweetly, walking up to the more famous student. "How are you this afternoon?"

"I'm fine, Weiss." Pyrrha replied. "I'm just out grabbing medicine for Jaune while he's studying."

"At least your partner studies." Weiss said with a grumble. "My supposed 'leader' would prefer to play video games instead of putting in the effort to learn."

"I... see..."

"Excuse me, I didn't mean to vent." Weiss apologized. "But she can just be... so... frustrating!"

"Well, have you considered how she might be feeling?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, she's certainly younger than us, so maybe she's just not sure what direction she should go. You remember being her age, don't you?"

"I do, but she never had it as difficult as I did!" Weiss huffed. "She never had impossible expectations to live up to like I did."

"Really? What her home life like before coming to Becaon?"

"She probably goofed off at her old school, too."

"Probably?" Pyrrha quirked her brow. "Do you know what school she went to?"

"Well... No." Weiss admitted.

"Do you know why she built her weapon the way she did? Or who taught her before she applied to her old school." Weiss was quiet. "Weiss... Aside from her name, what do you know about Ruby?"

Weiss had no answer. She never considered Ruby to really be her partner. Until now, she saw Ruby as just some kid who lucked her way into being her partner, as if it were some cruel twist of fate as punishment for some crime she didn't commit. This was the first time she considered that maybe, just maybe, Ruby was just as unhappy with Weiss as her partner as she was with her.

"I... should probably ask her." Weiss then said.

"I think that would be a good idea."

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"Hello, again~!" Pyrrha chimed as she opened the door to her dorm. "Oh, hello, Ruby."

"Hi, Pyrrha~!" Ruby smiled, sitting on the floor across from Jaune, books out and open between them. "Jaune and I are just studying."

"Oh, really?" Pyrrha stepped aside to reveal the icy glare of Ruby's partner standing behind her.

"Weiss?!"

"Ruby," Weiss took a deep breath before speaking further, "would you like to study with me?"

"Um..." Ruby scratched her head. "I'm kinda already studying with Jaune."

"Oh..." Weiss wanted to say more, but she thought better than to start anything in someone else's dorm. And what Pyrrha said. "Then perhaps I could... study with you, too."

At this, Ruby looked to Jaune, who smiled, and she gave a smile in return. "Yeah, we can do that, too!"

#rwby #rwby au #maiden blake #maiden blake au #fall maiden blake #fall maiden blake au #weiss schnee #ruby rose #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos

[scarasimplysimping]

How he reacts to killing someone, and their (civilian) S/O witnessing it.

Characters: Shigaraki, Geten, Dabi

Warnings: murder probably. Panicking? Tell me if I miss something. None of these characters or images are mine. Maybe ooc, I haven't watched bnha in a while. Stalking? Dabi kinda crazy

(⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) fluff!(?)

Shigaraki

It wasn't his fault, really, or so he'd try to convince himself; You were the one who insisted on coming with him to some deal he had with another villain organization.

Things got heated when one of the villains commented on you being there, snickering as he asked if you were part of the deal. Tomura didn't appreciate that.

Of course, that wasn't all it took to set him off, not when he knew you were there. But the stupid villain tried to touch you!

All hell broke loose and the ashes soon followed.

So there you were, curled up on the ground and covering your ears, unable to handle anymore screaming.

"Ah.. fuck," Tomura muttered as he knelt down beside you. He shifted awkwardly, unsure of how to handle something like this.

Seeing you afraid broke his heart. It was the last thing he wanted to see, especially you being afraid of him.

He wanted to stroke your hair, caress your cheek, anything to physically comfort you but he wasn't sure if that would make things worse, given the rules of his quirk and all, he didn't want to frighten you any further.

He sat with you for a few more moments before speaking up. "I'm not gonna hurt you, you know."

Of course you knew that, and of course he knew that you knew that, but really he couldn't find anything else to say.

You nod as you keep your face buried in between your knees. "I know.. I just, have never seen someone die right in front of me before," you mumble softly.

"Another virginity of yours I took then, huh.." He couldn't help himself, it was funnier in his head!

He thanks whatever god is out there when he hears the faintest giggle escape your lips.

"Is it okay if I touch you?" He asks, almost as innocently as a child would ask for some candy

You nod and he awkwardly puts an arm around you, (he had to sit down cross legged since you were still hugging your knees, it wasn't that comfortable but he didn't really wanna tell you to move.)

Shigaraki strokes your hair awkwardly as he waits for you to talk.

He's fine with you both staying like that for as long as you need or until Kurogiri gets you both out of there. He'll definitely be more careful in the future. He won't kill anyone... In front of you, that is.

(⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

Geten

He'd never bring you to any of his missions, not at all. Geten is extremely careful of mixing up his life with you and his life as a villain. He doesn't even kill often, only if Re-Destro asks him to then that's done, no questions asked.

This one was completely on you though, your curious ass followed him to an eerie abandoned warehouse. You'd gotten used to sneaking up on him so he didn't notice you.

He was interrogating some silly crook. "If you don't give me any useful information, I have orders to kill you." His voice was cold (haha), monotone. You'd never seen him so callous before.

The crook begged and begged for mercy but continued to show no sign of giving out any information, he left Geten with no choice. None at all.

It was over in a flash, Geten summoned ice to freeze the poor fellow whole and then made the ice explode to a hundred little pieces, one of which darted straight towards your hiding spot making you yelp.

Shit.

Geten turned to your direction, his eyes cold and calculating as he scanned for intruders.

His footsteps echoed til he was right on top of the barrels you were hiding behind. With one swipe of his wrist, the barrels froze and crushed itself, revealing you're scared, shaking form. He could've walked around them but he'd never miss the opportunity to show off his quirk.

He frowned in confusion, "What the hell are you doing here?"

You couldn't answer, your eyes darting towards him and the bits and pieces of melting ice that was revealing bloody parts of what used to be a human.

"F-followed you..." You muttered in a panic.

Geten looked at you incredulously, as if he was shocked at your audacity.

Then, his expression changed into something more sinister, nearly a grin but this was Geten. "That's a shame. I have orders to not leave witnesses."

You started sputtering out, backing away, perhaps you would've begged for mercy but you saw what good that did the other guy.

Noticing you were practically scared shitless, his expression softened. "I'm kidding," He said in a monotonous voice.

He practically sighed in irritation as he saw how you were still scared of him. He even offered you a hand to help you up! The same hand he used to murder someone moments prior.

He huffed in annoyance as you still refused to take his hand before sighing in exhasperation. "I would never hurt you, (Y/N). Under any circumstances." He muttered, his tone unchanging.

When you still didn't take his hand, he just sat next to you, worry starting to plague his mind.

"You... You still love me right?"

That snapped you out of it a bit, you mouthed a small "of course."

"That's a relief." He stared into the distance, unsure of how to go from here. "Sorry I joked about killing you." He fidgeted with his hands awkwardly.

You nodded as you both sat there in silence for the next few moments.

"You shouldn't follow me like that again, you could've gotten hurt." He faces you as he brushes a few loose strands of hair from your face, it seemed like a simple gesture but he actually did it to make sure you were still alright with him touching you, he internally sighed in relief when you were.

.

.

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"When I first saw someone die, I went to go buy ice cream right after. Do you care for some?"

(⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

Dabi

Another one who was completely not at fault, of course.

You were walking home one night, when you felt as if someone was following you. There was only one rational thing to do, of course. Dial your boyfriend.

"D-Dabi? Yeah.. I think I'm being followed."

"You sure it's not just me?"

"I'm serious, Dabi. I'm kind of scared."

What did you expect him to do? Shake their hands and give them directions to the nearest police station? This was Dabi.

He was there in about three minutes. (He was probably following you already tbh).

Found the creep stalking you, (Not Dabi himself this time) practically dragged the man out of hiding by his neck.

He threw the creep onto the cold hard pavement right in front of you. "Whatcha stalking (Y/N) for?" He asked gruffly as he stomped down on the dude's head.

The man begged and cried and apologized. "I- I didn't know she was affiliated with you! Please! I'm sorry!"

Dabi feigned an expression of thought for a moment before speaking up again. "That is such a disappointing answer." He shifted his boot, rubbing the man's face against the pavement even more. His quirk slowly activating as he did so.

"Dabi..?"

"I mean come on, you coulda said they were hot or something. I would've related a bit, maybe sympathized." He chuckled to himself, showing no signs of deactivating his quirk.

"Dabi?"

"Cat got your tongue?" He grins as he continues egging the poor dude on.

"Dabi!"

His boot burned right through the man's flesh, then his skull.

You were gonna hurl. You staggered a little then you leaned your hand on a lamp post for support as you vomited on the sidewalk.

You could hear him chuckle a bit, finding amusement in the situation as he walked over to hold your hair for you. "Was that not hot?"

He frowned as he noticed you flinch when his hands made contact with your hair. He decided to save his grievances for after you were done throwing up dinner.

Once you got your shit together, he offered you the hem of his coat to wipe your mouth on like the gross thoughtful boyfriend he is.

You tried focusing on him but your eyes kept darting to the corpse who's head has been converted to mush. He noticed, of course.

"Did I scare you or was that just morning sickness in the middle of the night?"

You didn't answer, still shaken up from what you had just witnessed.

His expression softened. "Hey, look at me." He gently grabbed your chin as he made you face him. "I kinda lost my cool over there," He starts hesitantly, unsure of what words he could possibly say to lighten the situation. "But... I'd never lose my cool on you, got that?"

Dabi nearly sighs in relief when he sees you nod. "Next time a creep follows you I'll try to go for his legs instead."

"Since you vomited dinner, you wanna grab a bite?"

(⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

(A/N): Got broken up with dawg. Shit is tough. So anyway I'm back in my Tumblr phase. This idea popped into my head while I was roleplaying on c.ai, sorry if it's already been done before.

#bnha x reader #bocu no hero academia #bnha imagines #bnha fanfiction #bnha dabi #mha x reader #bnha geten #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #dabi x reader #tomura x reader #bnha #mha #geten #bnha fluff

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AJSJD THE WAY YOU DESCRIBED SATAN'S ANNOTATIONS IS HILARIOUS, I LOVE IT

I really need Lucifer to show me step by step how to cook because man 😭 My mom's way is mainly verbal listed instructions and basically being told to measure with my heart

I know like two actual dishes (spaghetti and picadillo), and then random stuff like beans, macaroni, chopped pork, fideo and carne (in theory), and hamburgers. These boys are getting repeat dishes !! Also I have the opposite problem where I don't know how to cook small portions 😅

If I'm alone, I like to play music while cooking and sing along. That's what I was thinking about the other day, the brothers pulling up barstools to hang out and listen. It'd probably take forever for me to even try singing along if they're sitting in because I'm so self conscious about it aksjdj.

But once I do, I'm in my feels. Especially if it's in Spanish, because they're all sad or romantic songs my parents liked to play. I dunno if any of the brothers know Spanish, I like to headcanon that Mammon does and I didn't know because it never comes up. I also like to think Lucifer and Satan know Latin, so they could technically pick up bits and pieces. I'd definitely be cursing and muttering in Spanish if I didn't think Lucifer understood me in an attempt to get away with it and avoid being scolded.

anyway I keep thinking about some romantic song coming on Darte Un Beso by Prince Royce would be so good for this and I point to Mammon while singing it, and why are his ears suddenly turning red ?? Why is he a stammering mess and saying he's got something to take care of before he runs out of the kitchen ??

Cue whoever was also hanging out asking if the song was in Spanish and if I knew Mammon understood the lyrics. Now I'M flustered and mortified, and dinner is at risk of being burned as i curl up on the floor in embarrassment. I shall never recover. Knowing my luck, Asmo was recording because it was a 'cute moment'- IMAGINE HIM POSTING IT TOO 😭 IT PROBABLY GOES VIRAL AND OVERANALYZED AND NOW THERE'S GOSSIP COLUMNS SPECULATING WHAT'S GOING ON BETWEEN THE HUMAN AND AVATAR OF GREED

This is what happens when you have two tsunderes falling for each other </3 one of which who is going to deny her feelings to hell and back because she's scared of love lolol. Asmo and Beel would totally be the one's to team up and stage an intervention (I say Beel bc he DID call out how Mammon was snooping through MC's room but wouldn't have it in him to sell their belongings in early season one, something like that)

also unrelated but I got complimented on my rings today !! I started wearing a couple more along with my obey me one's. I feel so cool with them, lmaoo

- ✨ anon

Listen here, ✨ anon. One of you guys is gonna hafta 'fess up!

Honestly, that is another really adorable scenario. I've always liked to headcanon that Satan has taken the time to learn all the human languages because it just feels like a very Satan thing to do. I think Lucifer probably picked up a bunch just 'cause he's himself.

But I love the idea that Spanish is like... one of the few languages Mammon bothered to learn. And I see him as being the type to learn languages because of necessity. I also like to think that the demons have all spent a certain amount of time in the human world. So Mammon probably lived in a Spanish speaking country for a while and had to learn the language while living there.

Fast forward to you singing to him in the kitchen~ and he understands every word~

You know, actually, I kinda think if this happened, Mammon would eventually ask you about it himself. He's a tsundere, sure, but if he knows how you feel? I can't imagine him holding out from you for too much longer at that point.

I've always felt his tsundere ways have to do with him thinking it'll mess with the cool guy image he's always aiming for. And he only does that because he's a little insecure (not like Levi, he's on a whole other level). I mean, he probably still has a little bit of self deprecation going on in his head due to the whole Michael not being able to handle him thing... then add the whole fall situation and...

He's afraid of rejection, but if he knows you already have feelings for him, then what's there to be afraid of?

Don't get me wrong, he's still gonna be nervous about it, but I think he'd act on that once he had a minute to adjust...

And if he doesn't, there's always Asmo or Beel to help things along~

Yesss I love that you got a compliment on your rings! I bet they look cool, too!

#anyway these are just my thoughts lol #but this is a cute scenario #obey me #obey me mammon #✨ anon #misc answers