#But yeah. Figured I'd give a quick hello~ ^^

[my-ears-are-burning]

Been silent (heheh), but I'm still certainly alive (and just as deaf as always~)

[sqgeism]

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 mary-kate and ashley i hope you understand | anaxagoras x gender neutral reader

🍒 — ; that i love you a lot, and i wanna be your man ! the cute guy from your classes figures out your number from the neighborhood phonebook, does he absolutely fumble trying to talk to you on the phone for the first time?

love mail — modern au ! (´＿｀。)ﾞ WAIIT THIS IS CUTE I LOVED THIS IDEA WHAJGWAJHA quick fic bc i thought it was silly <3 ive been totes sick and had a rough day so this helped HAHHA supposed to be w mydei nd phai but i got layzay 🙁

anaxagoras is standing by the telephone mounted by the wall, glaring at his older sister who giggles at his nervousness. but how could he *not be nervous? he's basically a loser who spends way too much time at the library and with the campus cats, you surely had no idea who he was—or worse, you did, and thought he was an absolute freak. while his sister was currently holding the phonebook and reassuring him that his imagination was going wild again.

"hello?" ignore the fact he jumps at the voice from the phone, he immediately tries to not make himself look like an idiot. "h-hey." fuck.

"i don't know if you know me but i'm.. anaxagoras, from philosophy class? the one that uh.. asked you for notes last week." and he's going to pretend he actually needed those and wasn't just looking for an excuse to talk to you. "i uh.. i wanted to give them back and.." he's clutching his tshirt like a victorian woman with her pearls before continuing. "maybe.. meet up to study together? your notes are really helpful so.."

hearing you laugh from the other end catches him off guard, not only cause it might be the cutest thing he's ever heard, but because it isn't.. mocking him. he doesn't feel belittled, at least he hopes he isn't. "study together? anaxagoras, you're the smartest kid in that class. i see you all the time!—"

but all he can catch is the fact you notice him. you've acknowledged his existence and it isn't in a negative light, oh he must be dreaming— "anaxagoras? anaxa!"

the nickname snaps him out of it, and his sister us pointing at the phone as he fumbles with it for a second. "oh! oh.. i didn't uh.. think that you'd realize that."

"of course i would, silly, you sit infront of me. but i'd love to meet up, the cafe by campus next week, maybe? we have a philo test coming and i could really use the help."

"yeah, yeah. i'd be free, monday probably."

"perfect! see you, anaxagoras."

"see you." click

before he can even get a breath in, his sister squeals in excitement. "you got a date!"

"not— not a date." he clarifies.

"totally a date! lets get you something to wear other than band shirts!"

"there is NOTHING wrong—"

© sqgeism or wtv (^_^;)

taglist that i totally didn't forget : @madam-herta @irisesaregreen @sillyseraphie @strawbairicake

[cxffecoupx]

universe factory

you're live, but all your fans can talk about is 'universe factory'. what in the world is that??

[yourusername is going live right now.]

"hii~ hi you guys, I've missed you!"

"'i see the headphones; will you be gaming today?' yes yes, very keen observation. there's this new game that's launched recently, called 'good coffee, great coffee'. I'll be playing that today."

"for those who don't know, its a game where you basically just have to make coffees for the customers, but they can really be a pain in the butt so you also have to make sure you're doing everything correctly and such. it's really fun though, because it's got an interesting storyline with it where you get to meet other characters too. it's reaaally fun, you should try it out."

you take a moment to read a few of the comments, where fans ask about the game, upcoming works and your life in general.

"okay guys, going to finish a round. i'll read your comments after that."

the next 5 minutes is spent finishing the game, brows furrowed in concentration as you navigate through the level, curses occasionally coming out your lips when the customers give a bad rating, but you're quick to shut them out. after the round ends, you turn to your phone.

"hello again, i've finished day 75 in the game, and i'm fairly pissed at some of the customers who ordered a vanilla latte and then complained when i gave them a... vanilla latte."

you skim through a few more comments before deciding on one.

"'omg is this universe factory?' ...what is a universe factory? i've been seeing a few dozen comments about it, but i really don't know guys."

"'it looks so similar to universe factory aah i can't believe it' guys i genuinely don't know what you're talking about. what is a universe factory? why is everyone talking about it?"

as you watch more comments flood in, you notice most of them are now related to this thing, or whatever, that they're calling 'universe factory', and a look of confusion glazes your face. a while later, clarifications start coming in.

"'it's seventeen woozi's studio. the lights seem very similar to that' ohh well, clearly there's no reason for me to be there heh. these lights were actually a recent upgrade that i did to my room. for the vibes and all... but thank you for the classification! i assure you, this is just my room, not the factory you're mentioning."

"although," you add after taking a few sips of your cola, "i'd love to work with them someday. it's like a bucket list thing, kind of. deep down on the list, though, because it seems pretty unachievable. but they're really talented and amazing, so i'd love to keep hoping."

"anyways, i'm getting back to my game. see you after another round," you conclude and begin the game. the live goes on for about an hour, before you decide that any more could actually become detrimental to your idol image and health.

"well, i guess i should end the live soon before i lose my sanity. thank you so much for watching, guys. thank you for just watching me make coffees for people in a game. i love you, take care, i'll see you next week! bye bye."

once you're sure the live's over, you can only stretch your arms and take in a huge breath before sighing. just as you reach for your cup of cola, two hands pop out of nowhere and pull your cheeks. you turn your head to see jihoon standing beside you, a huge smile plastered to his face.

a rare sight truly.

"hi, my love," he says before pressing a smooch to the top of your head and sitting on the sofa beside your table.

"i'll never understand how you did a live for 6 freaking hours," you speak through sips and he chuckles. "i could barely finish one hour and that's cause i was playing games."

"well, it was just me talking about anime, so i guess i didnt realise time pass by."

"still impressive. oh! and also, the fans almost caught onto us, you know?"

"yeah, i was watching. but you handled it so well."

"aww you softie... but seriously, i thought they might have figured it out. weren't you worried we might get exposed?"

he just waves his hand, shaking his head. "nah. i knew you'd handle it well," he says and takes your hand in his.

"also, even if we do get exposed, i'm not worried. i'd only be glad that the world finally knows we're together," he brings your hand to his lips to press a kiss.

you can't help but smile.

"aah lee jihoon. who knew you'd say such romantic things out of nowhere?"

"it's just what you do to me. by the way, you were saying you wanted to work with me sometime...? you do realise i've got a few tracks of us, right? working hot and heavy with each other?"

a/n: this was waaay better in my head than whatever this turned out to be. this is also a way for me to speak about the game I've been playing recently. anyone here who plays 'good coffee great coffee', hmu i wanna exchange souls w u (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

[natasharswifey]

Happy birthday, by the way 🎂

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: After a few months of dating, you realise you don't know when Nat's birthday is. She isn't interested in celebrating, and when you ask, she refuses to tell you. But you are very determined.

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A/N: This is just a little fluff, also my first x reader fic. Love reading em so I thought I'd give it a go :3. Also I find it hard to read Y/N as my name so I'm using [...] instead!

Tags: Just fluff <3

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"Oh, come on, why won't you just admit it?"

"Because I can't deal with you inviting half of the United States to the tower for a party."

"Exaggeration."

Natasha raises a brow at you. "Oh really? And what about he time you put flyers around about Wanda's party?"

"She was turning 21!"

She gives you a 'really?' look and you know you aren't getting anything out of her. It just didn't make any sense, birthdays were the one day a year where it was all about you. Well that's everyday if you're Tony Stark, but for well functioning members of society it should count as the best day of the year.

"I will not be disclosing that information until I can trust you not to make a huge deal."

"What if I pinky promise?"

"You always overdo it, detka, it's just how you are." She plants a small kiss on your forehead and leaves you on the couch to begin plotting.

___♡___

"And then she said 'you always overdo it', give me a break!"

Wanda looks up from the pot she's stirring and chuckles, "I didn't know half the people the showed up at the tower on my 21st, [.....]"

"I knew I should've gone to Tony, he would get this."

"I don't think asking the most flamboyant Avenger would be very helpful in this situation."

"Right."

"I think you should just leave it, she'll probably tell you eventually." She gently taps a bit of salt into the pot.

"Or..."

"No."

"You didn't even hear me out!"

"I can read minds. It's a terrible idea."

"Firstly, reading Nat's mind to figure out her birthday is literally a flawless plan, and secondly, you're good reading my mind and not hers?"

"Natasha already set her boundaries with me, and plus I don't feel like getting my ass kicked for aiding and abetting."

"Thanks a lot Wands."

"Any time."

If Wanda wasn't going to cooperate then you were simply going to have to enlist the help of a certain blonde assassin.

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You hear Lucky and Fanny barking hysterically after you ring the doorbell, followed by fast paced footsteps and a small "One minute" from the other side of the door.

Usually a simple question would only warrant a text or phone call, but for some reason Yelena NEVER answers her phone. Unless it's from Kate of course, you're half convinced that she has a special ringtone and notification for her.

It's none other than the archer that answers the door, "Hey, [.....]! I didn't know you were coming over."

"I've actually dropped in unannounced, but I won't stay too long." You reassure her. Kate has a habit of forgetting things, including scheduled hang outs and honestly everything else that isn't attached to her body.

"Come on in!" She steps out of the way and shuts the door behind both of you.

You're immediately greeted by the two large dogs, fighting over your attention in a confusion of wagging tails and paws. Kate tries to get them under control and ultimately fails until they're distracted by Yelena calling them.

"That's totally not fair, they only listen to you." Kate complains and Yelena laughs.

"Because they love me more."

"Lies and deception!" Kate is soon distracted by the golden retriever pulling at her sleeve and gives Yelena a smug look before pouring all of her attention to him.

"Hey, Yelena."

"Hello, [......]. To what do we owe the pleasure?"

"Uh, I actually had a quick question. When's Natasha’s birthday?"

"Ah. I do not know."

"What?? But you're sisters!"

She shrugs, "She does not want me to know. Birthdays are not really Natasha’s thing, surely you must know that."

"Yeah, I know, it just doesn't make any sense."

"That's Natasha for you."

You sigh in defeat and sit down on one of the armchairs, your lap immediately occupied by Fanny who still wholeheartedly believes she's the size of a puppy.

"Well, there is someone else you could ask."

Your ears perk up, "Who?"

"Melina."

Ah. Melina. It wouldn't be fair to say that she hated you, but it also would be lying to say that she was fond of you. Perhaps you could ask Alexei instead.

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"Hello? Can you hear me?" You ask over the phone to your future father in law.

"HELLO? ARE YOU THERE, [......]?"

"Yeah, I'm-"

"I THINK MY WHATISUP IS BROKEN- MELINA!"

"No, no, Alexei there's really no need."

You hear the sound of footsteps and Melina scolding Alexei for always forgetting to turn up the volume before she picks up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Ah, hello Melina."

"[........]. Do you need something?"

"When's Natasha’s birthday?"

"December third. Is that all?"

"But- that's today."

"I'm aware."

"Well, thank yo-" The phone cuts off before you finish your sentence and you're left with about two hours to plan a surprise party for a spy.

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"I did it, Wanda!"

"Only took you half the day."

"Okay, hater, I need you to help me surprise her."

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"One hundered percent." You reply confidently. For most of the day you'd been discouraged, but now it was time for you to trust your gut.

Soon enough you've formed a team of Kate, Yelena and Wanda gathered in one of the common rooms of the tower.

"Alright, Wanda you can be in charge of snacks, Kate you can do decorations, and Yelena you can find us the cake."

"Can-"

"No it may not have profanities on it."

The blonde sighs but jumps into action with the other two. Now all you have to do is buy them some time.

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You greet Natasha at the tower's entrance with a huge smile plastered on your face.

"Hi, Nat!"

"Hey, [.......]. How was your day?"

"A little hectic. Wanna go for a walk?"

"I would love to but I need to sleep for at least ten hours straight."

You step in front of Natasha as she starts to head inside, "Wait- Uh, did you know walking actually improves energy levels?"

Natasha raises an eyebrow, "What's up with you?"

"Nothing."

"For some strange reason I do not believe that." She holds you in place by your shoulders and steps around you, but you take her arm and try to steer her to the kitchen, your plans are foiled by Lucky and Fanny who bound up to Natasha happily.

"What are Yelena and Kate's kids doing here? Seriously, what is going on?"

"Uhh."

"Insightful."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

She stares you down for a few seconds before suddenly moving towards your shared quarters and only speeds up once she realises you're trying to stop her.

The red head clears the stairs in a few seconds and opens the door, only to be met with pitch black. When she steps through and flicks on the light Wanda, Yelena and Kate jump out from behind the couch and yell "Surprise!".

The look on her face is priceless when she turns to you, "How- when did you-"

"I have my ways."

Natasha pulls you into a tight hug and you hug her back even tighter when you feel a small damp patch forming on your shoulder.

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"Okay, now make a wish!" Yelena says excitedly, the three of you are crowded around the table where the birthday girl sits in front of her cake.

"Alright, alright." She closes her eyes and blows out the candles, which prompts a cheer from everyone in the room.

The five of you all squish onto the couch to watch a movie and eat snacks and cake, with Natasha curled into your side.

"So, did I 'overdo' it?" You ask playfully.

You hear her chuckle, "It was perfect."

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Tysm for readinggg, If you liked it I have more stuff in my masterlist :)). Reqs are open!!

Also, if you saw the unfinished version of this when I posted it by accident, no you did not.

@l0nelyish 👁👁

[mochinomnoms]

Omg that’s so funny. Like the boys ask you to hold smth for them really quick and you put it in your boobs 😭😭😭

Azul would put you to good use and give you his random little trinkets he carries around

Malleus would be fascinated with how you figured you could hold all that

Leona would start putting his hand in them as a pocket to heat him up 💀💀

-🌑

YEAH TITTY POCKETS quick snippet before I go to bed:

Riddle was walking past the cafeteria when he noticed a small crowd forming around the table that the Prefect, Grim, Ace, and Deuce would normally sit at. A sense of dread filled him as he approached, positive that one of his freshmen was up to some trouble again.

So imagine his surprise when he walks up and sees a bunch of students, from various years and dorms, surrounding you as they handed you items. Imagine his even bigger shock when you, making direct eye contact with Riddle, smile at him as you take a small notepad from a random hand and stuff it into your breasts.

It takes a moment for him to realize that you've undone your tie and unbutton your shirt to reveal a healthy amount of cleavage, the hem of your white lacy (Oh heavens, he thinks it's lace, wait why is he looking!?) peeking at him.

“Oh, hey Riddle—”

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? YOUR SHIRT—DID YOU JUST—GAH!” Riddle launched himself over the crowd to clutch your shirt and tug it closed, face in his signature red.

“Hey! What's the big deal!” Riddle whipped his head over to see Ruggie pouting, holding a handful of granola bars.

“I was gonna see how many granola bars they could fit—”

“This is utterly indecent! Why are you allowing this Prefect? What even led up to this?!”

“Oh!” You perked up, grabbing and gently pushing his arms off you. “I was telling Ace and Deuce how I can fit up to 19 items into my boobs for storage, 10 if they're bigger. 3 if they're really big though, like a cell phone!”

He stared at you with confusion, flushing again as he saw you take three bars from Ruggie, adjust your…boobs, and start sliding the items in. As if this was a normal thing.

“Why are you acting like this is normal?”

“…. Because it is? Riddle, as someone with titties,” you ignored his scandalized gasp. “I gotta take advantage. These girls may hurt my back, but they also make excellent pockets. Look!”

You took a potion bottle from a different hand, smoothly sliding your hand down the side of your right breast. Taking a moment to adjust again, you stood up with your hands on your hips, looking proud.

“Look at my boobs and tell me how many items I have in them. Right now!”

Riddle gasped, “I will not, that is so, so, so indecent—”

“10!”

“25!”

“8!”

You snapped your fingers at a random Ignihyde student, grinning as you shouted, “Correct! You get a prize, lemme just—”

You took a moment to dig through your bra, as Riddle listened in to the students around him make comments.

“Is it wrong to find this hot?”

“Dude, why can't I have boob pockets?”

“Oh my goooood, am I into this? I think I'm into this.”

“That's actually kinda useful, not gonna lie.”

You cried out triumphantly, holding out a lollipop and handing it over to the Ignihyde student, who shrugged and accepted the candy.

“See Riddle? Useful, you can ask me to carry anything you want—”

“I will do NO such thing!” He scoffed, crossing his arms indigently, “I am a self-respecting housewarden of Night Raven College, and I'm offended at the implications that I'd do such a thing with your... you know.”

He gestured as Azul casually walked up, the crowd parting for him and the twins.

“Hello, my dear Prefect, can you hand me the spare punch cards I gave you? We ran out faster than anticipated this week.”

“Oh yeah, here” You dug through your left breast, taking out a small bundle of Mostro Lounge punch cards. “I ended up giving out a few to some guys, so expect a few new customers this weekend”

Azul smiled and nodded at you, taking the cards from your hand.

“That's fine, thank you, Prefect. I come by again later to grab the rest of my items.”

“Okie! See ya, byeee!”

You waved him goodbye, turning back to Riddle, who, once again, looked at you scandalously.

“… What?”

[bondoes-art]

Not quiet sure if I'm fine to unhide the movie spoilers but just in case.

Has art and short writing thing based around the ending 👇

Motivation said so

Nate stirred, furrowing his eyebrows as his phone rang? He was sleeping, who was calling at this hour. Nate fumbled for the phone, and once grabbing it took a moment to sit up slightly before letting out an exhausted, “Hello?”

“I… I'd like to order a pizza…”

The voice was immediately recognizable, how did he get his personal number? Nate groaned, “Freddy… It's late dude, I'm off the clock.”

“I don't have anyone else to call…” He… Sounded like he was crying? Could he even do that? What happened?

“Is this uh… Is this a raisin pizza situation?” Nate asked as a means of trying to figure out what might have happened.

“Extra raisins.”

Oh boy.

Freddy sniffled on the other end as Nate reached for his keys, “I'm on my way, still at Freddy's I presume?”

“You could… Say that… Please try and hurry,” Freddy gently urged

“I'll be there soon, hang on.”

…

Having the route memorized and the lack of traffic, since it was after midnight, helped Nate get there pretty quick, it wasn't until he rounded the corner that he knew what happened and he felt his heart sink.

Freddy's was ablaze, windows blown out and rubble scattered. Fire truck sirens wailed in the distance. The sign flickered a few times before dying out.

What happened here?

He caught a glimpse of the quartet's silhouettes against the backdrop of fire, sitting next to the car he'd spotted after dropping them off. He pulled a few places away from the car before putting his own in park and hopping out.

“Your taxi is here,” Nate called out.

He was immediately greeted with four fuzzy things wrapped around his legs, letting out quiet sniffles.

“Hello.” A robotic voice let out. He looked up, seeing a more robot looking robot on wheels with a balloon in hand wheeling over. He'd never seen that one.

Nate got to his knees, gently rubbing the heads of the animatronics in some form of comfort. “What happened here?”

Bonnie was the first one to speak after a moment, “We don't know… We were leaving with Elizbeth, we made it to the car without her and…”

“-And Freddy's blew up with Elizabeth inside!” Chica wailed, jumping up and burying her face against Nate's chest, attempting to hug him.

The balloon robot and Foxy all agreed with their unintelligible sounds.

Nate's eyes drifted to the side, giving Chica a light pet. “I… I don't know what to say…”

Freddy sniffled, “We don't either… We were going to have a home, one where giant bunnies didn't want to kill us…”

“Now we really are the only one's left…” Bonnie mumbled. “And BB.”

Nate sighed, “I can't keep you all, you know that right?”

Freddy met Nate's eyes, ears drooping, “Can't we at least stay with you for a little while? We… we have nowhere else to go.”

Foxy said something to him in unintelligible gibberish, though Nate could tell he was pleading with him.

Nate felt Chica nod, looking up slightly, “Yeah, we'll be good. Just until a new Freddy's is built?”

Freddy opened his mouth to say something before sighing, “Yeah… Until then…”

“I…” Nate took a moment to think. He looked back over at the remains of the pizzeria. He couldn't take them but… He couldn't leave them here even if he wanted to. “Just until a new Freddy's is built.”

They all rushed in and hugged him again.

“Thank you,” They all said, Foxy in gibberish and the balloon robot, or probably BB as another electronic ‘hello.’

They all sat there for a while, Nate listening to the crackling fire, the sirens screaming louder, and the quartet's quiet sobs. They lost everything, it was the least he could do.

[lovelywritinglady]

Secrets Suck, Man

Sam Winchester x fem!reader

With Dean being heavily against the idea of dating while on the job, Sam and you figure out secret ways to be together without Dean knowing. Except, here’s the thing, he already knows.

Angst, fluff, cute stuff with Sam. Takes place during Season 12.

Third Person Pov

"Sam, how many times do I need to tell ya that it's a bad idea. Hunters don't get a normal life and if they did, they ain't hunters no more." Dean lectured Sam who sat in the passenger seat of their 1967 Chevrolet Impala.

"Dean, all I'm saying is maybe it's not a bad idea to be with a hunter. At least you both understand the life and the risks." Sam pleated with Dean trying to get him to see his point of view on the situation.

"Dude, you really want to watch the person you love die because you were busy saving someone else?" Dean asks seriously.

"No, I wouldn't want that even if I wasn't a hunter, Dean. But at some point, I think it's okay as long as both parties understand the risk." Sam spoke with coming off harsher than before.

"Drop it, you know my thoughts on it Sam. It's not a good idea." Dean jabbed back as he turned up the radio to some 80's rock song.

"Fine." Sam sighed in defeat knowing that his plan to try to tell Dean that he already had a girlfriend and that person happened to be you.

Two hours later...

Sam and Dean made their way into the bunker where you were. Sam saw you and gave you a quick, but loving smile. While you waited on them to return, you read the same lore books hoping to find something new in them only to be disappointed again. You smiled back at him making sure that Dean didn't notice you looking at Sam. Speaking of Dean he said a quick hello and sat down on the chair in front of you kicking his muddy boots up on the table.

"Hey, I'm glad your back and everything Dean, but take your shoes off the table please." You asked him rolling your eyes.

"Whatever, did you find anything in the lore about Nephilim" He questioned doing what you asked.

"Same as before, I still only know what I've read for the millionth time and Cass's knowledge." you sighed rubbing your hand around your sore neck. This caught Sam's attention and he made a mental note to himself to help you out later.

"Don't worry we'll figure it out, we've just got to keep looking." Sam reassured putting his hand on your shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Yeah, don't worry about it Y/n, we've dealt with worse and won." Dean butted in.

"Yeah, I think the apocalypse and the darkness are a lot worse than this by far. I'd still rather deal with a nest of vamps than this though." You half joked.

"You and me both." Dean sighed getting up out of his seat and walking towards the hallway. "I'm gonna take a much-needed shower see you guys at dinner." Dean spoke walking away to the showers.

As soon as he was gone you rushed towards Sam and gave him a hug. Breathing him in and feeling his body against yours invited instant comfort and happiness to your stressed-out body and mind. And to Sam, he found the same comfort as his arms immediately wrapped around you as he placed his left check on the top of your head. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes allowing himself to be in the moment with you and forget all of the shit that is piled on them once again. He loved you and even having a little time alone was worth the world to him. After some time of just being there with him, your curiosity became too much and the elephant in the room needed to be addressed.

"Baby, what did Dean say?" You asked him raising your head while still holding Sam in your arms. He looked at you with a sad but loving gaze as you waited on his response.

"Same thing as before, he's against it." Sam sighed sadly. "But I don't care he can just deal with it. Secrets suck and I'm tired of keeping our feelings for one another away from Dean. I mean even Cass knows." Sam spoke trying to convince you.

"Yeah, I get that, I just really don't want an angry Dean top of the shit pile that we already have. I really want to tell him, don't get me wrong, I'm just scared to see how he'll react. Hell, I'd rather face Amara again than tell Dean, but I think it's important that we do." You pleaded with him trying to get him to see your point of view.

"Baby, if Dean gets mad that's on him. We are both adults and I think it'll be okay. I know your nervous, but trust me Dean at his core is a really big softie." He reassured rubbing your arms up and down.

"I still feel weird about it, but I think I'm just scared of his reaction, mostly." You whispered putting your forehead on the center of his chest.

"We don't need to tell him right now, we can wait as long as you need." Sam

“Thank you Sammy, that means a lot.” You say smiling at his sweetness.

Just as you two were about to break your hugs out comes Dean wearing his grey robe with an annoyed expression on his face. You were nervous and could tell that had whenever was wrong was serious.

“Dammit, If you two are gonna be together be fucking careful because this life ain’t pretty for us. I’ll support it if you guys do that. I guess some of us should have something good in this shit show.” Dean quickly said before a leaking away. As he did he did a double take. “And you two need to get better at whispering because I could hear everything.” He said annoyed as he walked away.

You both stood there dumbfounded at what just happened. You looked at each other and laughed at the situation. Sam then leaned down and captured your lips into a soft and sweet kiss. He broke the kiss giving you another big smile as he chuckled.

“Well I guess the secrets out.” Sam joked

“Yeah, and by what he said I guess he’s known for awhile now.” You say letting out a deep breath hugging Sam closer relieved that you don’t need to hide out of fear.

“Yeah, I’m just glad that with all of the shit that’s been happening that I still have you by my side. And no matter what I’ll be there for you.” He reassured

“Aww Sammy me too, I love you. And Dean’s right we should be careful about all of this.” You told Sammy nearly sounding like Dean.

“You’re right about that. And Deans right about another thing too. That it’s good that we’ve found happiness in this shit show.” Sam smiled.

“Yeah, we really did. I love you Sammy Winchester.” You proclaimed

“I love you too Y/n L/n.” Sam responded hugging you tighter.

Thank you so much for reading 💜

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[dinoace2]

I had a cute little story idea so you all must deal with my sappy ass

This one's just some sweet short astarion comfort fluff bc I need more of that in my life

(AFaB Tav, referred to as She/Her, mention of periods. 575 words)

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They were more or less together at this point, mutual pining and spending all their time with one another, though neither said it aloud. Tav let him feed on her neck whenever he needed, though he would only do so if she offered first. This was rarely an issue, however, since she had a tendency to make this offer on a daily basis.

Lately, though, she hadn't. For the last several days, whenever the party retreated to their camp for some much-needed rest, Tav would immediately go straight to her tent and lay down.

Astarion paced outside of her tent, wondering whether or not to ask about it. Was she upset with him? Did he do something wrong? Was she finally fed up with him? No, no, that couldn't be it. Right?

After fighting with himself for a while, he slowly poked his head in, seeing Tav curled up around a pillow, her back to him. "Hello, darling...I just wanted to check in on you. Is everything alright?"

She paused, a low grumble in her throat. "...yeah. just been...I dunno...a bit extra tired. I'm okay."

That didn't sound okay. Tav was usually so strong, so energetic...this definitely wasn't normal.

He cleared his throat. "...does this, perhaps...have anything to do with my, ah...lack of feeding these last few days?" He paused, then shook his head quickly. "I-i would like to be clear, I'm not asking for it at the moment! I was simply...inquiring. Trying to gain an understanding, that's all." He chuckled. "Youre the one who always insists upon honesty and 'no more secrets', after all."

Tav paused then let out a long sigh, sitting up and giving the poor, strangled pillow a break. "...Sorry. I....its really rather silly...perhaps almost selfish..." she turned around, looking up at him from where she sat. "As much as I'd love to share right now, I've been losing enough blood as it is...im not sure it'd end well if I were to give up more."

Losing blood? His face paled, somehow more than usual. Was she injured? She didn't look hurt. He ransacked his memory to try and figure out when or where she could have taken such a hit, all the while looking her up and down for any physical signs of pain.

"I...oh dear...uh...if I may ask, what happened, darling? When did you get hurt? Did you fall? Did someone stab you? Who do I need to hunt down?"

Tav was quiet for a moment then let out a soft chuckle. "Im fine, Astarion...really, it's okay."

She...wasn't hurt? Then why was she...

...Oh.

Oh.

His cheeks flushed as bright as his eyes and he was quick to her side, pulling her into his arms. "Darling, why didn't you say so? I absolutely would have understood. You didn't have to hide that from me." He chuckled. "If anyone here knew a thing or two about blood, it would be me, don't you think?"

His comment drew a giggle from the tired warrior in his arms, and she snuggled up. "Thank you, Astarion."

The following days, the rest of the party noticed that Astarion was especially doting on Tav, (or at least more than usual,) being extra snuggly and, in some particular occasions, downright spoiling her. Despite her insistence that it wasn't a big deal, and he really didn't have to go so far, he was incredibly stubborn to ensure that his darling was as comfortable and happy as possible.

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Idk how to end it so

Thanks for reading! :]

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

Barbatos Falling in Love with a Cat Hybrid MC (Obey Me!)

A/N: AAAAHHHHHH!! This was supposed to be posted for Barb's birthday, I'm so sorry, guys 🥲🥲 But I got a lil busy and distracted and didn't get this finished up when I was supposed to, my apologies!! So this is very late, but I hope you enjoy it anyways!! Also, I'll be completely honest, these headcanons are first of all, very long 💀 And second of all very self-indulgent considering my MC is a cat hybrid. This also mentions a lot of my own personal headcanons about demons in general, but they aren't necessarily super prominent. Also, I tried to keep the description of the cat features as vague as possible so that everyone could imagine their own details however they wanted, but if any of you wanna know how I personally imagine a cat hybrid MC looking, I'd be happy to share my thoughts on that!!

Side Note: So, apparently Tumblr has a 4,096 text per block limit. However, tumblr did not tell me this, and I had to experiment and figure it out completely on my own. So, there's a couple of headcanons that are separated a little weirdly cause tumblr required me to do so in order to post. It was only just now after I'd figured out the problem and started getting everything ready to post that tumblr decided to give me an error message while I was editing that specifically mentioned the text block limit. That error message never appeared previously 🤦 So yeah, might be weird break up points, so my apologies!!

Pairing(s): Barbatos x MC, Diavolo x MC (Implied/Mentioned), slight Diavolo x Barbatos if you squint

Tag(s): Mention of panic attacks, slight reference/implication of trauma, slight blood, I guess? Lemme know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 3,277

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

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[Author Masterlist]

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-When MC first came to the devildom, Barbatos was…intrigued. Slightly. Even during his frequent visits to the human world for various things, he’s never really interacted with humans very much, mostly just for transactions. In fact, the human he’s interacted the most with in decades is Solomon, as offending as the man is. And Solomon is a lot of things, but a hybrid is not one of them. So, it’s been years since he’s actually taken time to really speak to any humans, let alone one that’s half animal like yourself. Usually, he still wouldn’t think much about it, but maybe it’s the way you immediately went on the defensive and took a swipe at all of them the moment you were summoned, or maybe it’s just that he was immediately charmed by you just like all the others. Either way, he found himself keeping an eye on you.

-Barbatos doesn’t exactly love cats the same way that Satan or even Solomon does, but he does prefer them over most animals, especially dogs. He finds them extremely amusing and sometimes even sweet. Which is why he takes interest in noting all of MC’s cat behaviors and mannerisms. Like how you stick your tongue out in a new environment, trying to do so discreetly so that you aren’t questioned about it. Or how your first instinct is not to use a napkin, but to groom yourself, whenever you spill something on the fur along your arms or sometimes even your legs. One of his favorite habits of yours is your cat-like vocalizations. No matter what the situation or what emotion you’re feeling, you always end up letting out various sounds that usually only a cat makes, whether you’re in the middle of speaking or not. He has to admit, whenever you let out a happy mew or chirp, he has to hide a smile.

-He didn’t know it at the time, but the moment his intrigue and curiosity became full-on investment is quite clear now that he thinks about it. He had gotten up at his usual time of night to start making preparations for the Young Master’s day, and as he started a quick cleaning sweep of the whole castle, he discovered something strange. There’s a small crawl space in the left wing of the castle that the Little Ds frequent and sometimes he’ll stop and say hello as he passes by, should any of them be inside it at the time. And yet, this time, he finds scratches. Surface scratches on the wall on either side of the crawl space and deeper scratches in the hardwood floor right in front of it. He couldn’t help but be concerned. This isn’t something he saw coming, nor did he sense anything amiss in his sleep. And the Little Ds are never this destructive. The only logical thing for him to do is check inside the crawl space. And so he opens it up, and is stumped by what he finds. It’s…you. Curled up into a tight ball and covered in…one of Lord Diavolo’s spare blankets. A heavier one, that the Lord prefers on colder nights.

-Where in the world did you get one of those? How did you even get into the castle? As he continues to observe, he notices that you’re asleep, though it doesn’t seem like you’re actually getting much rest. And there’s Little D No. 6 and 7 snuggled up right beside you, also asleep. He kneels down and clears his throat, touching your arm gently. And as he had hoped, you woke up. But then you were flinging the blanket in his face and trying to push yourself further back into the corner despite not having any room to do so. The Little Ds are startled and scamper away, behind the butler, while Barbatos watches as you position yourself much like an animal getting ready to pounce. But you don’t. Instead, you hiss and growl at him, the sounds echoing through the long, mostly empty hallway.

-Your lips are pulled back from your teeth, your feline canines glinting in the low light. Usually he wouldn’t care for gentleness. You’re intruding into the castle and it’s his job to get rid of you in case you are a danger to his Master. Or in the case of a human from the exchange program, he must at least send you back to the House of Lamentation immediately. But as he opens his mouth to speak, he hears something that makes him pause. Among the warning sounds to stay back, he hears…a whimper? And so, he takes a moment to sniff the air. And that’s when he realizes. This human isn’t shaking with rage. They’re shaking in fear. The smell of terror wafts from you in deep waves, and now that he’s paying more attention, your eyes are darting around, your pupils dilated as you try to watch every piece of your surroundings. He sighs and moves back, deciding that not crowding you in is best. You’ll be easier to deal with if you’re calm, he tells himself. Nothing more.

-He moves to the opposite side of the hallway, directly across from the crawl space, and sits on his knees, watching you with a slight tilt of his head. The Little Ds, however, stay nearby. And as patiently as he can, he waits. Slowly, your hisses and growls quiet, and your body relaxes slightly. The fear is still in your scent, but now there’s also curiosity and…a slight sense of embarrassment? After a few minutes have passed, you slowly slink out of the crawl space and crouch right in front of it. Then he watches you hold a hand out to the Little Ds and help them crawl onto your leg, a slight smile appearing on your face as you do so. Oh? He then calls your name, and immediately your ears flatten back against your head again, and you look at him with uncertainty. And then he questions what you’re doing in the castle and how you got in, in the first place.

-You quietly explain that some of the Little Ds led you inside. From your description, Little Ds 2, 4, and 5. Apparently, earlier that night at the House of Lamentation, Lucifer had gotten angry and yelled at a couple of his brothers. MC incidentally caught Lucifer’s attention while he was still upset and got caught in the crossfire, which greatly frightened you and caused you to run off. You found yourself outside and lost, not realizing you were right by the castle grounds until the Little Ds stumbled upon you. And for some reason, they felt the need to bring you inside. They’re the ones that also brought you the blanket, trying to help you stay warm. But then it started storming and due to what had already happened, it spiked a panic attack. That’s where the scratches came from.

-And usually, he wouldn’t care much for a sad tale from some random human. But here he is, watching you look around anxiously, tail wrapped tightly around your arm and ears flattened, scent dull like you’ve already accepted that a terrible punishment is coming your way, and he finds that he absolutely can’t stand it. This image in front of him is wrong. The scent coming from you is wrong. And for the life of him, he can’t place why. Nor does he know why he goes easy on you throughout the next day. The only thing he requires of you is that you explain to Lord Diavolo what happened and you work in the castle for a day, including cleaning up your own mess. The Young Master holds nothing against you, unsurprisingly, and from that day on, Barbatos was keeping an even closer eye on you, with one very strange question running through his mind. Just what did the human world do to you, hybrid?

-When you start to take more of an interest in Lord Diavolo, Barbatos is torn on how to feel. On one hand, whenever you and Lord Diavolo spend time together, both of you are filled with so much joy and delight. It makes his heart feel a little warmer at the sight. But on the other hand, he feels something slimy and hot crawl around his insides at the same exact sight, especially when it’s confirmed that what’s happening between the two of you is heading towards something romantic. It doesn’t take the Lord too long to notice, either. He’s the one that informs Barbatos that what he feels is jealousy, which surprises both of you. Jealousy? Why would he be feeling jealousy? And then the Young Master suggests that he join them for tea one day, take a break to enjoy new company, he says, with that damn twinkle in his eye.

-When he first sits down at the tea table set out in the gazebo overlooking the lake, the last thing he expects is for all of your attention to fall on him. You turn your entire body in your chair to face him, your ears perking up and your tail twitching in his direction, a bright, warm smile on your face. You hold your teacup in both hands, close to your chest, and start speaking to him. Complimenting him. The tea set is so pretty, you’ve never seen anything like it, and the tea itself is amazing. Does it have an herbal base or is it more similar to a black tea equivalent? The Young Lord must’ve told you about his interest in tea. And so, he answers you. Gives a slight chuckle as he thanks you and tells you all about the tea. And he’s delighted to realize that not only do you listen to everything he says, but you retain all of it as well. Ask him even more questions. And at some point in the conversation, he finds himself smiling for no reason other than the fact that he’s enjoying himself. And soon after, he feels your tail brush against his arm. As soon as you realize he’s noticed, you apologize, claiming it has a mind of its own sometimes with a sheepish giggle. And as you look away he notices that a flush has risen to your face. How curious.

-The first time that Barbatos finds a dead bird on the windowsill of a castle window, he thinks nothing of it. It’s something that happens from time to time. Until a few days later when he finds not just one, but two. One outside of his own window and one outside of Lord Diavolo’s. It’s too specific for him to see it as mere coincidence, so he stores both birds and watches out for more. And like clockwork, twice a week on the same days, one, sometimes two, birds would appear on both of their windowsills. When he asks his Lord about it, he doesn’t know either. It was purely accidental that he found out the reason. One day at RAD, he overheard Satan speaking to a few of his brothers and he went on some ramble about cats. The butler was only partially listening, but his interest was peaked when he heard mention of cats leaving gifts for people they enjoy the company of. Most cats will kill small animals, like mice or birds, and leave them on windowsills or near front doors or anything similar, sometimes even by a bed or other place the person frequents. And the thought came to him. Are the birds from you? A supposed gift for him and the Young Master? And so, the next time birds are left at the windows, one of the first things he does is ask you to the castle that same day.

-After you arrive, he presents you with the birds from that morning and asks if they’re from you. Immediately, your tail starts swishing behind you, and you look not anxious but…shy, and flustered. You ask if the birds are okay, or if there’s a different animal he and Lord Diavolo would prefer. He can’t help but laugh. Not at you, but at the absurdity of such a question. And at his own emotions in response to the confirmation that you’ve been leaving them gifts. Leaving him gifts. And when he tells you that the birds are perfect, that they can be used for many meals and other things, your tail stands straight up as you let out the sweetest of feline chirps. And for some reason, he feels a slight flush rise to his cheeks

-One night, the Young Master decides to host a dinner party with all residents of the House of Lamentation and Purgatory Hall. Both demonus and human alcohol was brought out and everyone was having a good time. The Young Lord especially was having so much fun that he invited everyone into his private common room after dinner was finished, insisting that Barbatos himself take a moment to sit and relax. He follows his Master’s orders, as he always does, and takes a moment to sit down and observe the others. And that’s when he feels a warm weight against his side as someone takes up the space beside him. Immediately, he turns in the direction, ready to tell off whoever it was, when he lays eyes on you and freezes. You’ve snuggled up beside him and placed your head on his shoulder, looking up at him with hazy eyes. You tell him unnecessarily that you’re just a little bit tipsy. And then you comment that he’s cozy as you wrap both of your arms around one of his, your tail quickly following. And then you spend a moment sniffing his shoulder. He’s unsure why until you suddenly start rubbing your cheek against the same spot. Since meeting you, he’s started doing a bit more research on cats to learn more about things they do and why they do them, how to read their behavior and such. And one of the things he read is that all cats have scent glands within their cheeks and they use those scent glands to mark their scent on people they’ve claimed as “theirs”. He instantly looks away and tries to ignore the burning of his cheeks. He lets you stay there all the way until the brothers drag you back home.

-Barbatos is not emotionally naive. He just finds the concept of romantic love and care very difficult to understand and therefore hard to detect immediately. But eventually it reaches a certain point in which the fact that he is falling in love is absolutely undeniable. Such as the case with that silly little cat hybrid. And within that realization, he’s realized that you’re the one who’s been making all the moves in his direction. Well, that just won’t do. If he is to accept your romantic pursuits, then he must return them as well. And so, he requests for a very rare day off and invites you to spend the day with him.-First, a breakfast at the castle that he personally makes for you, making sure to include a mix of your favorites and his own. The two of you eat together in his favorite area of the garden, right by the acid tulips that he was happy to tell you all about when you asked. And then, when he asks what you want to do next and you tell him that you’d like to do some of his favorite activities, in order to learn more about him, he lets out a surprised chuff. With how energetic you are, he was genuinely uncertain whether any of his preferred hobbies would actually keep you entertained.

-But to his surprise, you bird-watched beside him with eyes of wonder and hung onto his every word as he told you all about the different bird species the two of you encountered. And when it came to herb gathering, mainly for teas, it seems you not only had an interest but also a knack for it. All he had to do was describe an herb to you and you’d be able to find some of it almost quicker than he could. Almost. He supposes your feline hunter instincts help a lot with that. And speaking of your hunter instincts, when the subject of lunch is brought up and he asks what you’d like, you simply ask him, “Bird or fish?” He blinks at you and says fish slowly, unsure as to what the question means. And then you tell him to…stay. You’ll be right back. Intrigued, he does as you say, listening carefully to your near silent footfalls as you bound through the trees head in the direction of the river not too far away. He hears a series of splashes for the next few minutes before you start making your way back to him. As you appear in front of him again, you have…fish. Multiple in your arms and one being held in your mouth, all of them already dead. It’s like the butler’s fondness for you grows tenfold in that moment, as you look absolutely adorable. Your tail swishes and curls high in the air, a sign that you're happy with yourself, if the grin on your face didn’t already reveal so. He gives you a warm smile and chuckles softly as he takes the fish you’re offering him and thanks you. When you release the last fish from between your teeth, there’s a thin stream of blood coming from the corner of your mouth. It would be a completely dishonest statement if Barbatos said that he didn’t feel a strong urge to kiss you in that moment. He has to look away and take a step back when you simply lick the blood up as if it’s nothing new, in order to prevent himself from doing anything impolite.

-Seeing as you caught fresh fish, he brings you to a place he and the young master tend to camp at occasionally where he’s able to make lunch for the two of you, which you both eat happily. And for the second half of the day, he asks to learn about your own hobbies, places you’ve come to enjoy since coming to the Devildom. And over the next few hours, you take him to all kinds of places, from your favorite lounging spot to your favorite place to shop. By the time it’s time for dinner, you’ve brought him to a little cafe in town that you enjoy spending time at and the two of you stay there awhile and chat over a meal. The entire day was an absolute delight and he takes it upon himself to personally escort you back to the House of Lamentation, especially with it being night now. The walk is slow but enjoyable, and at the front gates of the house, he says goodbye to you, however, you pause. A pink comes to your cheeks as you step forward and before he’s even processed the action, your lips are on his. You kissed him. Very few have ever been so bold, and definitely not a human. He places a hand on your cheek and a hand on your waist, both touches gentle and light, as he returns your kiss, a slight smirk on his face as he pulls away again. “I thank you for allowing me such a delightful experience.” He bows to you, and you let out a ‘mew’ before turning away and hurrying up to the house. He finds himself humming an old tune with a small smile on his face the whole way home that night.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think!! I very much hope you enjoyed writing these out, so I hope you enjoyed reading them as well. I'm thinking of writing more of these for the other dateables, so keep an eye out for those 👀 Also!! Unlike with Barbatos, I will actually be posting something on Mammon's birthday in a few days!! I've already gotten quite a bit of it written out and it's very spicy 😏 So keep an eye out for that as well ^-^

[softly-potter]

so you're dating a memeber of the band

Summary: Weiss goes to see her girlfriend before they preform their set.

Pairing: Weiss x Ruby

Word Count: 1,513

Warning: smoking

N/A: inspired by a scene from 'Haunting Adeline' by H.D. Carlton

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Upon walking into the bar, Weiss has the quickest realization as to why she hates them.

They’re overstimulating as hell.

Between the chatter of patrons and the buzz of the music, it makes her nerves stand on high alert, causing her chest to constrict. She had momentarily considered telling Ruby that she couldn't make it to tonight's show but with a begrudging sigh she hadn't. Weiss rarely attends any of Ruby’s gigs due to her own busy schedule as a nursing major but given that the semester had nearly finished, she is low on homework as well as excuses.

Trying to compact herself she makes her way slowly through the crowd, trying to find Yang in the sea of people. She nibbles at the corner of her mouth as she ducks to avoid the arm of a beefy man with a cup of beer in his thick fingers. The amber liquid spills over the lip of the glass and splashes on her shoes, dampening the fabric. She glares at him, grinding her jaw but the man shrugs, swaying on his feet. 

With swift movement Weiss continues forward, relief washing over her when she spots a head full of thick, blonde curls.

“You made it!” Yang squeals, her smile strong but her arms stronger as she gives Weiss a hug. Weiss grins when they separate and slips onto the seat beside her.

“Yeah, figured I'd finally make an appearance,” She hums as she glances around the dimly lit bar. “It’s not every day your girlfriend invites you to see her perform.”

Yang gives her an incredulous look. “Rubes has been begging you to come for nearly the entire semester.”

“I know, I know,” Weiss says sheepishly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I should've come sooner.”

Reaching for her beer, Yang gives her a good-natured shrug. “Don't sweat it! You're here now. Ruby’s gonna be pumped.”

Before she can answer Weiss takes in the slender form of Blake gliding into the seat across from her, her dark hair braided over one shoulder. Yang grins and leans to the side, pressing her lips to Blakes cheek in a quick peck.

“Weiss!” Blake says happily, her cheeks flushed. “You’re finally here! Oh gosh Ruby’s gonna go wild.”

“So I've heard.” Weiss says, leaning into her palm and she can’t help but feel the slightest twinge of pride.

Ruby and Weiss had been, what Yang affectionately liked to call ‘dancing’, around one another for months. There had always been a chemistry, a pulling of strings, but it wasn’t until Yang had had enough of them undressing one another with their eyes that they finally put a label on it. She prides herself on being the reason they finally admitted their attraction, and then their affections, towards one another, and Weiss credited her for causing some of the happiest months of her life with her favorite person.

“Our sets about to start in the next twenty minutes or so,” Blake says, taking Yang's beer and slurping. She holds it out to Weiss, and the girl takes it with graduated, taking two large gulps. “Ruby’s probably out by the back if you want to say hello before we get started.”

Weiss doesn't miss the way Yang wiggles her eyebrows suggestively as she stands from the table, pressing down her rising skirt as she makes her way down the familiar hallway that leads to the back alley where the band members tended to smoke or pregame before performances. While Weiss wasn't a bar girl, she had gone out a handful of times, disliking it more with each attempt. But watching Ruby shred a guitar while wearing dark liner and a muscle tee was worth it to her.

Pushing on the metal handlebar Weiss enters the backend of the bar, glancing around for her favorite brunette. She does a double take at the girl leaning against the brick wall and swallows hard.

Ruby is dressed in her favorite ripped skinny jeans, the ones that are cuffed at the ankles, and a gray muscle tee, her black sports bra visible through the large, homemade cuts of her shirt. Her hairs cropped short but loose, the ends spiked and her eyes were smokey, silver iris’s piercing though the eyeshadow. Several chains hang on the loops of her jeans and Weiss can spot a cigarette carton peeking from her back pocket. The sight of her girlfriend in full rocker-mode makes Weiss’s stomach flip but then Ruby raises a cigarette to her mouth, takes a slow drag before letting out the smoke and Weiss is nearly panting.

Standing directly in front of her is Ruby’s drummer Oscar, a sweet boy from a small town that had just transferred to Beacon Community. With his fluffy curls and adolescent freckles, Oscar looks like the opposite of what he is, and that is a confident member of the band. A pair of drumsticks poke out from his back pocket as he laughs at something Ruby says, his eyes closed in humor. When he opens them, he notices Weiss standing stiffly by the back door and he grins.

“Weiss!” he cheers, and his words make Ruby stand straight, her head wiping towards the door, a grin already spreading over her face.

Weiss smiles and feels her cheeks heat as she moves towards them, lacing her hands together behind her back. She doesn't know why but with both of them staring at her she feels self conscious, like she’s cornered.

“Damn,” Ruby says in a low tone, her cigarette simingling forgotten in between her fingers. Her eyes rake up and down Weiss’ form, and she shakes her head as if to clear it. “Damn.”

Oscar laughs, the freckles on his face moving with his snickering. “Well I'm going to make myself scarce and give you two some… time, before the show.” He snickers, stubbing out his cigarette. “Ruby, ten minutes til curtains. Don't be late.”

Ruby flicks her hand dismissively and Oscar rolls his eyes. “I mean it.”

“Yeah yeah,” she says lightly, giving him a lopsided smile and he gives a little sigh of defeat. Shoving one of his hands in his jean pocket he pulls the backdoor open and disappears inside. 

Feeling suddenly exposed now that they're alone, Weiss licks her lips before rocking in her heels. “You nervous for tonight?”

“Nah,” Ruby replies with confidence. She presses her back to the wall, one leg propped up by her boot-cladded foot pressing into the brick and she cocks her head to the side as the pitch of her voice dips. “Come’re, princess.”

Weiss’s blood warms and moving two steps forward she's standing with her feet between Ruby's legs, arms laced around the guitarist's neck as she leans close. Ruby grins and it’s coquettish, lively, tendrils of gray smoke escaping the corners of her mouth. Weiss wrinkles her nose, moves her waist back but Ruby loops an arm around her and drags her closer

“You know I hate kissing when you smoke.” Weiss complains, and Ruby nods once, her hand that's not holding the cigarette drops to Weiss’ backside and gives her ass a light squeeze.

“Yeah but I know you think it looks hot, even if it doesn't taste great.” Ruby counters and Weiss scoffs, rolling her eyes and ignoring the twisting in her gut. With a light sigh she leans forward and slots her mouth over Ruby’s. She can feel Ruby's hand palm over the material of her skirt before sliding beneath it, her fingers so hot Weiss can feel the heat through the thin cotton of her panties.

Closing her eyes, Weiss relishes in the warmth of her breath and slips her tongue inside Ruby's mouth, swirling around hers as the kisses grow frantic. She tugs on the fabric of Ruby’s muscle tee, pulling her closer and feels Ruby's hand tighten on her ass. The red head drops the cigarette from between her fingers and grips Weiss by the back of her neck, controlling the kiss. It makes Weiss weak in the knees, her head fuzzy from the smoke and beer and Ruby's skin against her own.

“Mmm,” Ruby hums, leans her forehead against Weiss’ and takes a sharp breath. Weiss smiles, breathing out through her nose and looks down. The discarded cigarette glows dimly against the dark cement of the alley and she glances up.

“Your cigarette is still lit,” she whispers, trying to catch her breath. For a brief moment Ruby looks confused but when she spots the limp tube her face clears to one of recognition. She lifts her foot and stomps it out before looking up at Weiss through hooded eyes.

“Better?” Ruby asks, and her tone is like liquid heat. Weiss swallows, her chest warm as she feels Ruby's hand massaging the skin of her neck, thumb pressing lightly to her pulse point.

“You shouldn't litter.” she says hoarsely, earning a grin in return. Dropping her hands, Ruby bends and picks the cigarette up before depositing it in her empty back pocket.

“Sorry, baby,” she rasps. “Won’t happen again.”

[bteezxyewriter12]

Enough is Enough

Pairing- Namjoon x Named Reader

Word count- 4.6k

Includes- Namjoon is jealous, unrequited love, public sex, cock riding, pussy eating, cum eating, missionary, multiple orgasms, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa

@borntowalkaway @soulseobi05 @kpop-bambi @seokwoosmole @meowmeowminnie @realisticnotes @effielumiere @svnbangtansworld @pinkies-things @insomniacatiny

Gif Credit- @Jung-Koook

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J POV

I look up at the stage watching my best friend rap his part in BTS' new song

Namjoon asked me to come to their comeback but this time I wanted to be in the crowd for their performance

I'm always backstage and very rarely I get to experience the whole concert performance vibe every ARMY says is amazing

He argued with me but I put my foot down and he finally relented as long as I had a bodyguard with me and stayed in the front where he could watch me

As if he could do anything if anything did go down

I know he's worried about my safety but it's fine

No one except the staff knows me

In the crowd I'm just another ARMY

I've never been in any photos with Namjoon, nor any of the members, that have been released, so I'm good

I sing along with the song, jumping up and down, yelling his name like a fan girl

Because well I am

"Namjoon!", I scream

He glances at me yelling and rolls his eyes, a small smile forming on his face

Yeah he likes the attention

He'll never admit it but he likes it

If only he knew I'd give him all my attention anytime he wanted it

But I'm not going there again

One humiliation during high school was enough

He found out about my feelings, never said anything or talked to me about it then got a girlfriend a week later

If that doesn't scream friendzone then I don't know what will

Unrequited love sucks but at least he's still my best friend

The song draws to a close and they run off stage

But I know it's just for a wardrobe change

They have another song to perform

As I wait with the rest of the ARMYS, I send Namjoon a quick text

"You were great Joonie! Can't wait for the next song!"

I'm not expecting him to answer back because, hello he's changing and he has to get all the equipment back on really fast

So I'm surprised when my phone rings

It's just a smiley face with the cheeks pink ☺️ but still, he answered

I didn't even know he had his phone close by

I figured he'd read the text after the second performance when we're all back in the viewing room and I'd make fun of him

Like normal

Well, whatever

It's not a big deal

After a few minutes, BTS comes back on stage and gets into their positions for the next song

One of my favorites

Run BTS

Namjoon is dressed all in black, his black hair falling in his face and my heart beats faster

God, he's so hot

'Stop', I scold myself, 'Just pay attention to the song'

Shoving all unwanted through about Namjoon away, I focus on the guys as the music starts

Jungkook starts it and all of us in the crowd sing along with a majority of the girls around me just screaming for him

Each one of these girls would kill me if they knew he's my dorky friend

I gotta admit he looks so cool on stage

They all do and it's hilarious how much of a bunch of total dorks they all are in real life

Jungkook comes back to the center to sing the chorus and just for fun I scream, "Jungkook!" along with the girls, jumping and waving at him as if I don't know him

Being in the crowd is fun

"Jungkook!", I yell again

Namjoon's head immediately turns to me as I scream Jungkook's name again, his jaw clenched and he actually looks pissed off

I have no clue what that's about

I yell his name too

The chorus ends and Yoongi is up next with Namjoon, Jimin and Jungkook moving to my side of the stage to wait for their cues to go back

"Yoongi!", I scream, waving my hands and jumping while he raps

Namjoon is up next

When I glance at him, he's standing with his arms crossed, a scowl on his face, his eyes on me

Ok what the hell?

Did I do something wrong?

Jungkook nudges him and his demeanor immediately changes as he gets into place for his part

He raps and I yell his name like I did for the other guys but he doesn't look over at me again

I push away the bad feeling I'm having and enjoy the rest of the song, singing along

Namjoon stands on a built part of the stage, doing his part as the song winds down

It ends with him in the middle, giving a sexy smoldering stare, the guys surrounding him

I clap and cheer with the crowd as they guys wave at us then one by one head backstage

"C'mon", the bodyguard says lowly and starts heading for a door near the back of the room

I slip out of the crowd, eager fans taking my space immediately as they wait for the next group to perform

As I follow the guard, I hope everything is ok with Namjoon

I don't know what I did to upset him but I don't want him to be mad

He should be happy after performing, feeling like he did a good job

Which he did and I'll remind him of that

The bodyguard opens the door to the viewing room and I step in

I immediately see Namjoon across the room, pacing back and forth

What is wrong with him?

"Hey Jo!", Jungkook smiles, waving at me

"Hi Kookie", I greet, smiling at him

Namjoon's head snaps up, his eyes on mine, a hard look on his face and I'm not gonna lie, I'm intimidated

He strides over to me and I'm worried about the confrontation that's about to happen

I steel myself as he gets closer

"Enough is enough", he growls

I'm expecting a shit storm so color me surprised when as soon as he gets to me, his hand moves to the back of my neck and he pulls me towards him, his lips crashing into mine

It takes me a second to register what's happening

'He's kissing you', my brain screams, 'Namjoon is kissing you'

Once that sinks in, I don't even question anything and immediately kiss him back

His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me against him, his tongue licking my lip

As soon as I open my mouth, his tongue is against mine, playing and we both let out the most embarrassing moans

"Yeah I'm out", Jungkook says

"I'm coming too", Jimin chimes in

I hear the guys footsteps as they pass us but I can't do anything but kiss Namjoon

He's completely taken over me

"Lock the door Hobi", Yoongi tell him

Lock the door?

Why?

I hear the door closed and I assume it's just me and Namjoon left here

As soon as the door closes, Namjoon's hands are on my thighs, lifting me up

I wrap my legs around him, my arms moving around his neck

He walks over to the couch, sitting down on it, his lips never leaving mine

I don't know what's got into him but I'm not questioning it

His hands move to my back, his fingers unzipping my dress

Holy shit

What the fuck is happening?

I, however, don't stop a damn thing he's doing and actually help him by moving my arms through the dress sleeves

He separates from my mouth for the second it takes to get the dress off me, then he's right back to kissing me

And I'm aware I'm just in my

underwear and bra

Well if I'm gonna be undressed, so is he

I push the jacket he's wearing back and down his arms, him moving to help me get it off him

I kiss him, my tongue in his mouth as I shove his black t-shirt up, touching his hard muscles of his abs and broad chest

He's so fucking big, it's such a turn on

I keep tugging his shirt but his arms stay locked around me, kissing me desperately, like he's never going to again

Which I really don't know if he is

"Joonie", I whine, pressing kisses to his lips, "Off"

He moves his arms through the sleeves, then pulls away only long enough for me to get the shirt over his head, then again, mouth right against mine

His hands move to my back, slowly sliding up, his fingers leaving fire racing across every piece of skin he touches

He gets to my bra, undoing it like a pro and tossing it away

Of course his hands immediately cup my boobs, squeezing softly, his thumbs running over my nipples and making me even wetter than I am already

He breaks away from my lips only to attach his mouth to my nipple, sucking harshly

"Namjoon", I moan, pleasure hitting me

My hips move on their own, rubbing against his....holy shit....his hard on

He's hard?

Because of me?

I can't believe it

He switches nipples, his free hand slipping right into my panties, fingers running along my pussy

"Fuck", he groans against my nipple, "So wet"

Of course I am

The man I always wanted is kissing me, groping me, sucking on my nipple and touching my cunt

Of course I'm soaked

And I need more, I realize

I need him

This...while it's great, isn't cutting it

Grabbing his hand, I pull it out of my underwear and he actually whines, making my head spin with shock

Getting it together, I quickly undo his belt, getting his pants open

He crashes his lips back against mine, kissing me as he lifts himself up pulling his pants and boxers down, then moves his legs to get his sneakers and the rest of his bottom clothes off

Then he pulls me down on him, right against his hard dick

Goddamn, he feels so fucking big

His hands move to my panties, a tearing sound filling the room

The next thing I know my panties are gone and I'm sitting on his hard dick

Oh my god, this is really happening

"Sit on my cock", he murmurs against my lips, "Please baby. I've been dying to feel you around me baby"

His words are making my brain stutter

He's been dying to feel me on him?

Since when?

"Please", he begs and fuck me that's so hot

Lifting myself up, I reach between us and hold his cock up

Jesus, it feels massive and fucking thick

His hands grip my hips as I sink down on him, getting his head in

He breaks the kiss, his head falling back against the couch, moaning so loudly

"More baby. More"

I slowly push down, his thick cock spreading me wide open

Seriously, I've never had a dick open my pussy this much

Just feeling him slip inside, rubbing everywhere is insane

"Fuck", I whisper, shivers running up my back, the pleasure intense, just from getting him in

"All of me baby. Please. Take me all"

Oh I definitely will

I push down more until I'm finally sitting against his legs, his cock so deep inside

I clench him hard, making him moan, feeling how he's perfectly against every spot inside me

His eyes open, his head lifting to look at me

"You feel so fucking good", he groans, his hands squeezing my hips hard, "Fuck, so tight. Choking my cock"

I nod, "So big Joonie. Feels really good"

"Good baby. Wanna be good for you"

"You are", I assure him

He smiles, then pulls me to him, kissing me

We kiss for a few minutes, just feeling each other, getting used to each other

I can't help but clench on him so tightly

It's like my pussy has a mind of it's own, throbbing around him

He's hard as a rock and I can feel every part of his cock inside me

"Ride me", he murmurs against my lips

Not a problem

Keeping my arms around his neck, my lips on his, I slide up his cock to his head

Shit, his dick is long and so fucking fat

Dropping down his shaft, I take him all in, his cock spreading my hole so wide, my pussy full of him

"Oh my fucking god", he groans, his hands gripping my hips hard

Slipping up and down his cock, I bounce on him fast and hard, absolutely loving the way his cock feels, how hard he is, how massive he is

And the pleasure is so fucking incredible, it's insane

"Yes baby girl", he moans, his eyes watching me ride him, "Fuck you're so fucking beautiful baby. Riding my cock so fucking well. You feel so good baby"

"Joonie", I whimper as I fuck him, lifting his face to mine and kissing him wildly

His kiss matches my fervor, his hands moving to my ass, squeezing and helping me jump up and down his dick

I'm so fucking wet, it's insane, his fat head hitting my spot again and again

I never felt this much pleasure before

Of course it's him

I knew it was him

"God you're so wet", he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my neck, "It's all for me?"

"Yeah Joonie", I confirm, getting closer with each move, my cunt squeezing the life from his cock

"Fuck, you're getting so tight. Feels so good opening you up", he groans, "Gonna cum for me?"

I nod, sliding my hands into his sweaty black hair, holding on

"Scream my name baby"

I bounce a few more times, his cock sending me right into my orgasm

Pure bliss explodes in body, my body shaking hard, screaming his name

"Namjoon! Namjoon!"

"Yes, fuck", he growls, moving me up and down his cock, fucking me through my orgasm, "Yell for me baby"

I do, his name just falling from my lips so naturally

"That's right baby. Scream my name. No one else's. Not Jungkook or Yoongi or anyone. You scream only my name", he growls, "Got it?"

"Yes", I nod, it registering through the pleasure that he was jealous when I yelled his members names

That's why he was so upset on stage

He was jealous

That is shocking in itself and hard to wrap my head around

As the pleasure fades, I sit fully down on his cock, grinding on him, breathing hard

God that was fucking amazing

The next thing I know, Namjoon turns, laying me on my back, pulling out and making me whine from the loss of him

He, however, spreads my legs wide open, his tongue licking me like crazy

"Oh god", I moan, intense bliss running all over

"Fuck, tastes so good", he groans, his tongue sliding on my slit, inbetween my pussy lips, "Such sweet cream baby. I knew you'd taste this good. I knew it"

Well I had no idea

But he seems to be enjoying it

I lift my head to watch him and fuck he looks so good in-between my legs

Really enjoying it

And so am I

The top of his tongue flicks my clit and I moan from the spike in pleasure

"More Joonie"

"Here baby?", he asks, running his tongue along my clit, starting with the flat of his tongue along to the tip

"Yes Joonie! There!", I cry, burying my hand in his hair

His arms wrap around my legs, keeping them open, lavishing my clit in licks

"Such a cute clit baby. So small. Throbbing so hard for me", he comments as he pleasures me, "Such a pretty pussy"

I moan from his words, again not believing it's fucking Namjoon saying this to me

His tongue slips down, pushing into my hole

I gasp, immediately clenching around his tongue as he slides in as much as he can

"Mmmm", he groans, pulling his tongue out, then shoving it back in, tongue fucking me fast

My hips move on their own from the pleasure, from the desire to cum, fucking his face

God, I want to cum on his face

I dreamed of seeing him in between my legs for so long, eating my pussy as wildly as he is right now, for so long

I'm finally getting it and I'm not tearing my eyes from him

His tongue pulls out, sliding up, his mouth latching around my clit

He sucks once, gently, stars blasting in my vision from how amazing it feels

He sucks again

And again

And again

And with each suck, he goes faster, harder, playing and tugging, his tongue against my bump at the same time

My hips keep moving, my orgasm mounting, his name falling from my lips over and over

My back arches at his next suck, falling into an intense orgasm, my legs shaking around his head

"Namjoon! Oh, Namjoon! Baby!", I cry, pleasure washing over me, his mouth sucking me through it as I grind my pussy on his face

He moans too, as if he's the one orgasming, his tongue licking rapidly around my hole, swallowing my cum, his hands squeezing my thighs so hard

"Fucking good baby", he groans in between licks, cleaning my pussy

He pulls away when I finish, looking up at me, his face soaked in my cream

"I love eating your pussy baby", he says seriously

Oh my fucking god

"I...I.. loved it too", I admit

He smiles as he sits up, wiping his mouth, then pulling me closer to him by my legs

"Need to fuck you", he says, positioning his cock right at my hole

"Yes Joonie", I nod, wanting him so much

I don't know if this will happen again and I'm letting him do whatever he wants

His eyes move to my pussy as his cock enters me

"God you're pussy is so pretty", he murmurs, pushing inside, splitting me open so pleasurably, "Taking my cock so well. Fuck, that little hole is so pretty spreading for me"

He slides all in, his body shaking as his cock nestles inside me, head against my spot

"Fuck baby, your pussy looks so pretty wrapped around my cock", he says, mesmerized

He pulls back, then thrusts in hard, making me moan, his eyes watching where we meet as he fucks into me

His thrusts are hard and fast, stroke after stroke throwing me into bliss, impaling me on his fat cock

"God you're so creamy", he mutters, pounding into me, the drag of his cock so fucking incredible, "Making such a thick pretty ring around my cock. Want more of this cream all over"

I whimper, loving how good he is at dirty talk

I watch him fuck me and god, he's beautiful

He's so big- big arms, big chest, broad shoulders

I can see his muscles in his chest, his abs hard and tight as he ploughs into me

He's so sweaty, a sheen on his body, drops dripping down his chest, some dripping from his hair, falling on my stomach

Pleasure is all over his face and his body

He's so fucking hot

His eyes move from us, running along my body, biting his lip

"You're so beautiful", he murmurs, "Such a sexy little body, pretty pussy, gorgeous face. You're fucking perfect"

My mouth drops in disbelief that these words are coming out of his mouth

His eyes move to mine, gazing hard, "You're mine"

I blink in surprise

"Do you hear me?", he demands, leaning over me, one of his hands landing on the couch next to my head, his hips rolling into me faster, "You're fucking mine"

I nod, "Yeah Joonie"

"Only I get to touch you. Only I get to fuck you. No one else", he continues, the sound of his skin hitting mine so pretty, "Only I get to kiss you"

I nod, "Kiss me now Joonie"

He immediately leans down, his lips crashing into mine, tongue already playing with mine

I fall into his kiss, moving my legs around his waist, clenching around him

I need to feel him against me and I move my arms around him, pulling him flush on top of me, my hands roaming his broad back as I kiss him

His hand moves behind my back, lifting me up, keeping his sweaty body against mine, his pelvis rubbing against my clit with each stroke

His mouth moves against mine, his back muscles moving under my palms, the feeling turning me on so much

His other hand moves around my boob, groping me, his thumb playing with my nipple

"Mmmm", I whimper, my pussy throbbing around him so hard, so fast

I'm so close

His cock is fucking good, so skillful, keeping me in ecstacy

It's blowing my world

"Cum for me baby", he whispers in between kisses, "Cream my cock"

The next hit to my spot has ecstasy tidal waving over me as I cum all over his hard fat dick

"Joonie!", I cry, breaking the kiss, my fingers digging into his back as pure unwavering bliss pounds into my body

"Fuck, baby. I'm gonna cum", he moans

I lock my legs around him tightly, wanting him to fill me with cum

I'm in too much pleasure that I can't talk, my mind utterly blank, so I keep my legs around me

"Baby...Jo...I'm...I'm..oh fuck", he groans, sheathing his dick in my pussy, his cock throbbing hard, warm sticky cum shooting inside me

"Joanne. Baby, fuck", he cries, his big body shaking against me

"Namjoon!", I whimper, his cock feeling so good when he cums

I've never felt that before, never felt a cock so acutely while the guy was coming

It's probably because he's so fucking big

When he finishes, he lays down on top of me, his face in my neck

I slide one hand up into his hair, stroking softly

I also run my fingers up and down his back as well, loving the way his skin shivers, making me smile

I just want to hold him for a little bit before we get up and everything goes back to the way it was

Back to best friends

"I love you", he breathes

I freeze, wondering if I'm actually hearing him correctly

"What?", I whisper

"I love you", he repeats softly, "I love you so much"

"You do?", I ask, still in shock

He nods, "I...I was always in love with you. Always"

Always?

What does he mean always?

He had a girlfriend throughout high school, he got with her within a week of finding out about my feelings

He's dated other idols

What does he mean?

"But in school-"

"I loved you then too", he admits, blowing my world up

"But you had a girlfriend. A week after you found out my feelings for you"

"I...I didn't believe it", he says quietly, "Hae told me about your feelings but I didn't know if she was telling the truth. And I was too scared to say anything. I was scared to lose you if I told you how I felt and you didn't feel the same. And with Hannah, I had already had a date with her two days after I found out about your feelings and I just went with it"

I take this in and while it sucks I can't blame him

I was deathly afraid of losing him too, that's why I never said anything

And almost kicked the shit out of Hae when I found out what she said

"You're my best friend Jo, I needed you and I didn't want to jeopardize our friendship"

"And now?", I ask

He still has no idea that I love him, doesn't know if he's jeopardizing our friendship now

"I just...I can't take it anymore. I can't be around you without desperately wanting to kiss you", he whispers, "And I got so fucking jealous hearing you yell for Jungkook and Yoongi. I know I shouldn't have, I know you were just cheering for your friends but I was so jealous and angry. I didn't even plan on any of this. When you walked in, I made a snap choice and I kissed you. Everything that happened was amazing and I want more. I want to be with you, I want to be able to kiss you when I want, hold you when I want, stay the night with you, just be around you. And that made me tell you. I love you"

I smile, hearing those three words, I've always wanted to hear from him

"Joonie", I call, lifting his face to mine

His eyes avoid mine and I need him to look at me

"Baby", I whisper, his eyes finally gazing in mine, hope and fear in his, "I love you Namjoon"

Shock fills his eyes as he takes in my words

"I always loved you too baby", I tell him, "From high school. You're everything Joonie, everything I could ever want and more"

"Really?", he asks in disbelief

"Really baby. Everything you want I want. I want to spend all my time with you. I want to kiss you all the time, be in your strong arms, love you", I assure him, "You're mine Joonie and I'm never letting you go"

"Don't let me go baby", he whispers, "Don't baby. Ever. And I won't let you go"

"Deal Joonie", I smile, "I love you"

A huge beautiful bright smile breaks on his face, his dimples showing

"I love your smile Joonie", I say softly, gently touching his dimples, "It's beautiful"

"I love yours Jo", he answers, "I love you"

My smile widens, pressing my lips against his

He kisses me back and I'm so fucking happy

As we kiss, there's a pounding on the door

"Oi, are you done? We're walking around the hall like idiots!", Jungkook bellows

We pull away with Namjoon rolling his eyes, "Two minutes!"

"Awww", I whine

He smiles, running his fingers in my hair, "It's ok baby. We have all night to be together"

I perk up hearing that, "Yeah?"

He nods, "Yeah. We can go to my apartment or yours. We can eat, watch some TV. Then I'm gonna fuck you all night"

"All night?", I smirk

"Yeah", he nods, "In between we can cuddle and take naps"

I giggle, "Sounds good baby"

"Good", he agrees, giving me a quick peck, "Let's get up before these pain in my asses keep knocking"

I nod, both of us sitting up and collecting our clothes from around the room, putting them on

"Uh Joonie?", I call, holding my ripped panties up, "What am I supposed to do now?"

He grins, "Hmmm, well your dress is long enough to cover you so I'd say give them to me"

I raise my eyebrow but hand them to him and he proceeds to put them in his pocket

I roll my eyes, "You're such a guy"

"You're guy", he adds, coming closer, kissing my forehead

"Yeah, mine", I smile

"Hurry up!", Tae yells, knocking

Namjoon sighs, walking to the door, opening it

"It's about time!", Jungkook whines as he walks in, "Where should I not sit?"

Namjoon rolls his eyes, "That couch"

"Noted", he says, going to the other couch

The rest of the guys file in, sitting in the various chairs and couches in the room, avoid the one we fucked on

"Come baby", Namjoon says, taking my hand and leading us to "our" couch

He sits, then pulls me into his lap, wrapping his arms around me

"Guess they're together", Hobi says loudly

"Yeah. Shut up", Namjoon answers, making me laugh

I lean back, moving my arm around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss

His soft lips kiss me back and I'm so happy he's finally mine

[mysticalmallard]

Hello!!! I have been reading your SOA stories for a little while and I love them!

I wanted to request a Drabble

Fluff

David Hale

#3 “whatever your about to ask the awnser is no”

Thank you so much!!

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David sat at his desk, buried in paperwork when he noticed a soft knock on his office door. "Yes, come in," he called without looking up, assuming it was just another rookie officer with a stupid question.

"Whatever you are going to ask, the answer is no" he sighed out.

But when he looked up and saw his girlfriend standing there with a small smile and a bag in her hand, he broke into a grin. "Hey, what are you doing here?" he said, rising from his desk to greet her.

"I figured you might have forgotten to pack lunch again, so I brought you something," she replied, holding out the bag with his favorite sandwich from the local deli.

David chuckled. "You know me too well," he said, taking the bag and leaning in to give her a quick kiss.

They sat down on the small couch in his office, and he unwrapped the sandwich, taking a bite. "This is exactly what I needed, thanks."

She smiled warmly, watching him eat. "I knew you had a packed day today. Thought it might help if you got at least one meal in."

"You have no idea" he said, shaking his head. "I've got a budget meeting, a press conference, and an interview with HR, all before 2pm. It's going to be a long day."

She placed a hand on his leg, giving it a comforting squeeze. "You'll get through it. You always do."

He smiled at her words of reassurance, feeling his stress melt away just a bit. "I don't know what I'd do without you," he said softly.

"Probably live on nothing but coffee and stale donuts," she joked, poking him in the side.

He laughed and swatted at her, playful. "Hey now, I do eat healthy sometimes."

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? When was the last time you had a vegetable?"He thought for a moment, racking his brain trying to remember. "Umm... does french fries count?"

She rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but laugh. "You're hopeless, you know that?"

He feigned a look of hurt. "Hey, I'll have you know I am a catch. You're lucky to have me."

She leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. "Yeah, yeah. I guess you're alright."

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[shippingmyworld]

Hello! I think you might've already thought of this, but a cute tigerghost idea popped into my head last night/this morning that I'd like to share!

Manny and Danny just hanging out and casually flirting with each other, when suddenly Danny decides he's gonna go invisible to mess with Manny. Then while invisible, Danny gives Manny a kiss! Then Manny is like, "hey wait can we do that again!" and Danny's like, "find me first 😘". Then Manny uses his Tigre like hearing and senses to figure out where Danny is at. Then, pounce! And then they kissed 🐯❤👻

When a little out of control and wrote a whole ass fic for this one =P

“Come on, what’s the worst one you can think of?” Danny asked. His head rested in Manny’s lap and his hands were folded across his chest while his legs hung over the armrest of the couch. 

The two of them were lounging in the Fentonwork’s living room, house-sitting for Danny’s parents who were off in Wisconsin attending a ghost hunters convention. With Jazz having chosen to go to college out-of-state, the responsibility naturally fell to Danny, who was more than happy to do so. His neighbor back at his apartment complex had adopted a dog that was weirdly sensitive to his presence and would not stop yapping whenever Danny was home. Thus, it gave him the perfect excuse to invite his boyfriend over and crash in his old bedroom for an entire week. 

Manny was giving him a slight frown while playing casually with Danny’s long hair, which was free of his usual ponytail. “You think I can just come up with these on the spot?” Manny mused, drumming the fingers of his other hand softly against Danny’s chest 

“Please, I know you’ve just stolen at least half of them from social media.” 

Manny’s frown grew larger. “Exactly what sort of websites do you think I’m visiting? I’ll have you know that all my jokes are one hundred percent Rivera originals.” 

 “Oh yeah?” Danny pulled his phone from his pocket and quickly opened a text to show to Manny. “Then how come Tucker sent me a meme with one of your originals quoted in it a week before you used it on me?”

Manny snatched the phone from Danny’s hand, glaring at the screen. Danny’s soft smile grew as he stared up at his boyfriend, squinting at the phone and pulling it closer to his face. He found a content sense of satisfaction in watching the way Manny's skin wrinkled around his eyes as his expression changed. This last week had been particularly hectic with their superhero duties thanks to a joint raid between The Pixies and The Junkman against Jimmy and Timmy's homes. 

They’d been forced to bounce between one fight and the next, and Danny barely had enough free time to collapse into bed for a quick nap before the supervillain alarm on his phone woke him up with a shrill scream. Now that they finally had some downtime - partly thanks to Danny dropping into Jimmy’s lab at three in the morning and demanding time off - he’d realized how much he missed these quiet moments. Just small, inconsequential blocks of time in which he could take in all the quieter aspects of Manny’s behavior. Moments that made Danny’s stomach flutter with the exciting thought of, “This man is my boyfriend. ” 

[aladaylessecondblog]

Chair Fiend (Red Mountain Waffle House pt. 33)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55071724/chapters/165411646

"Look at that fucking thing," Jiub laughed, leaning over to take a closer look at Sadara's new ring - a black ring with what looked like a pearl as its stone. "Not the same one as before. Had to give you a new one, eh?"

"Yes...the one you remember was his. I guess we'd swapped rings during the ceremony we both don't remember."

"And the one you had before? The moon and star deal?"

"Gave it back to Nerevar. It was his, after all." Sadara shrugged.

It was a different sort of walk they were taking to the Waffle House now. They still had to cut through a bad neighborhood, but it was with a lot less stress than they'd done before. Still a bit painful to think of how long they'd been there, but...

"So how's the new 'work' going?" she asked. "The weed business, I mean."

"They didn't know their ass from a hole in the ground when it came to growing," Jiub gave a slight laugh. "I told them it would be expensive enough to do right, but they'd be growing some good brainkiller shit if they listened to me."

"I hope they did," Sadara replied, "You're a genius when it comes to weed."

"And you've got a black thumb."

"Blame Nerevar. He was always bad at growing things, except that little plant. Just like me. It's a little uncanny how alike we are, you know."

"Yeah, you both like sucking the big man's cock." Jiub laughed.

"For being asexual you sure do talk about cocks a lot." Sadara grumbled. She was quiet the whole rest of the walk, but opened the door to the Waffle House for him once they got there.

It was good to be back.

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The first few customers weren't too bad - a Temple pilgrim who seemed to only just have heard that Nerevar had returned asked Sadara if it was REALLY true, and got very excited on hearing her reply positively.

"To think I'd ever live in times like this," he'd said, slurping at his coffee at an uncomfortably quick pace, "Saint Nerevar, returned!"

"Could do without the porn, though," Jiub piped up, once he got started on the man's eggs. "Who'd've thought one of the most important saints in the Temple would be some kind of a sex freak?"

"Religious people usually are. S'the repression," Sadara gave a slight laugh. "If I told you half the things I've discovered Nerevar's into, you'd be sick."

It wasn't because of the repression, at least not now. Nerevar HAD been deprived of sexual contact for literal thousands of years, and so once back he'd just...gone a little insane. Once he got it out of his system surely he'd be a little more normal about it.

He had Voryn to work it off with, since she was still figuring out how and when it was alright to even hug either of them, let alone being as bold as Nerevar was. She'd be going down the hallway to the bedrooms and hear Nerevar screaming to get a baby put in him, but then other times she'd walk down it and hear moans she knew damn well weren't his. Teasing, too, there was a LOT of that. The occasional 'good boy!' even sounded off.

And that was just in the last WEEK! She shuddered to think what she'd be able to get to once she was more used to the idea. The thought of being with Nerevar was still new, sure, but there was Voryn...yet the idea of being between them...

"Hello? Nirn to Sadara?"

She snapped out of it when Jiub waved a hand in front of her face.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about something, what'd I miss?"

He handed over the plate of eggs and she proceeded to give it over to the customer.

The next two were both ash ghouls--poets, she mentally corrected herself.

"Gentleman, good to see you again." She gave a brief smile.

"As it is with you, my lady."

"Oh, please, you don't need to call me that. Not...yet, anyway."

"We simply do as our lord commands," the second said.

They'd just come in for some waffles and coffee, and made some polite small talk about things in House Dagoth looking a bit better now - promotion wise, anyway, since many of the other followers had left.

"Those who truly wish it are where they want to be," Sadara said, trying to sound vaguely riddle-like. Better not to say 'more people than I thought wanted to be an eldritch horror.' Those who were still in the initial stages still had problems, though...

There was one who was in the state that had been termed as 'ash slave' sitting in the corner and looking extremely antsy. Were he any other kind of person she'd figure he was going to pull out a fire spell and try to rob them.

As it turned out, she wasn't TOO far off.

After paying for his food he stood up - and started pulling two other chairs into the corner. She ignored it at first, but when he tried to stack one on top of the other she had to intervene.

"Come on, man, you know you can't do that in here."

"The chairs are WRONG," the man insisted.

"Of course they're wrong, they're cheap plastic and metal," Jiub piped up.

Then a third chair was pulled over.

"Look, either stop doing that, or I'll have to do it for you," Sadara replied, "And nobody wants that."

She THOUGHT that was the end of it, when he sat back down. She turned back to Jiub to say she wanted a sunny-side up egg - they were both getting their one-per-shift meal ready considering there wasn't much going on.

When she turned around from finishing the egg and waffle of her own she had to shout.

"HEY, PUT THAT DOWN!"

The door was half open, and the dunmer was dragging, somehow, a stack of FOUR chairs. One fell over, and he grumbled, "N'chow..."

"I said put it down!"

"They're WRONG, okay? I'm going to fix them!"

"That isn't even how we stack them here--" Sadara moved over, and took two of the chairs back. "Jiub, can you give me a hand here?"

"Buddy, you need a good smoke," Jiub obeyed, not dropping his cigarette as he moved forward to grab one of the chairs himself. "Calm the fuck down with the chairs. His lordship doesn't need you to do this shit anymore."

"What does Lord Dagoth have to do with it, I've always been like this!"

He clung to the last chair as if it were his baby.

"Come on, hand it over. Go home and have a good nap, you look like you need one."

Sadara wrenched the other chair away from the guy - and finally, they got him to leave. Still grumbling about the chairs being wrong, but at least he left.

"Can't believe you'd want to do this when you got a sweet gig up at the mountain," Jiub laughed, as they were bringing the chairs back in.

"Why're YOU still here, then? You've got something going with them too."

"Makes taxes easier," he shrugged. "Plus the free food is nice. It's not that I can't cook, it's that I don't want to."

Sadara gave a laugh. "Hey, now we can both afford not to."

"Speaking of, tried the corprus yet?" Jiub pivoted.

"Ah, once or twice. Actually not that bad...it's just the way you get it, is all." Sadara shrugged. "Some of the weirder ones seem to enjoy being the source of it."

"Hope his lordship ain't one of 'em. Now THAT would be weird."

"Yeah...weird."

[chelemlem]

oooh what kind of things do you bake? I'd love to try them sometimes 💞 have a sweet day!!

hello anon!!!!! thank u for giving me an excuse to talk about BAKING

sooo just before covid i took a 3 week dessert course and kind of became obsessed??? during lockdown i used to watch tons & tons of videos on process nd technique instead of physically yaknow Doing Anything bc i hated the idea of ~wasting ingredients~ at my mediocre skill level which looking back was an insane approach but i kinddd of think it helped bc when i started making things more regularly the improvement was p quick !!

my fave thing to bake is pastry (puff, choux, shortcrust, filo) so basically any kind of sweet tart/croissant/eclair/profiterole/pie ❤️ i also love a savoury curried egg or chicken puff but that's kind of a gamble bc what EYE think is an okay level of spice does not fly for everyone else. when it comes to large batches for a party or something i usually stick to sweet 2 be safe

pictured: fruit mascarpone tart → mango danish → tiny baby pains au chocolat <33

course i make cake and stuff too and it's FINE but i also know lots of ppl who are better at it lol. i'm pretty Terri at piping anything more complex than a simple swirl so when it comes to deco i tend to stick to covering the top with store-bought macarons/fruit and calling it a day. also maybe it's just me but full layer cakes are such a hassle to cut and store...... i adore a cutieful low commitment CUPCAKE tho <33

my order of preference when it comes to baking is pastry > cookies/brownies/cupcakes > layer cakes >>>>> bread. ugh BREAD i cannot figure her out but i Want to...... someday...

thing is bread is honestly such a delicate process where ur final product will flop unless the ratios are justé right and u proofed at something.000001 degrees and mercury is in retrograde whereas the rules of pastry are more relaxed and intuitive and involve doing vaguely unhinged things like holding fistfuls of ice cubes before you handle ur dough so the heat from ur palms doesn't melt the butter... it's also great for LAZY BITCHES LIKE ME because a "4 hour recipe minus baketime" sounds intense until u realize 3h15 mins of that is just chucking the thing in the fridge between rolls

choux au craquelin is probably what i make the most often. love a textured little cream puff!!! versatile and scalable and easy to transport... she's that girl truly

also today i remade the mango one i was telling k about and it turned out muchhh better with a chunkier filling yay 🥭

convinced i'm never going to get a pretty cross-section in my life but wtvr they still tasted good !!!

goals for the future:

bread but specifically this yummy pesto babka i had in february

creme brulee donut......... need her

crookie but less dry bc i've been kind of unimpressed by the ones i've had so far

something citrusy w/o relying on chocolate as a crutch

basically i really love baking! like experimenting/trying new recipes ofc but also just the process of consciously altering and improving upon stuff you've already made :')

and yeah feeding ppl is bonus <3 hope u have a good day too!!!

[mazahua-baddie]

Like a Moth to the Flames

Chapter 2: Night

Next: https://mazahua-baddie.tumblr.com/post/785166280578809856/chapter-3-rise

Previous: https://mazahua-baddie.tumblr.com/post/785163707631157248/chapter-1-beginning

That afternoon, Ms. Heaven arrived with her husband's nail clippings, a lock of her hair, and what looked like a used lipstick tube. I created the spells and sent her on her way. Then I got dressed for my night job.

Now I was trying to get more bottles of liquor to the bar counter from the closet.

“Violet, I need some more vodka!!” Patricia, Ramiro's wife shouts out from the bar counter.

“Coming!” I shouted as I pushed the door open.

“Hurry up, Violet! You know rush hour is coming.” She shouts.

“Well, if someone was helping me carry these, I'd be faster.” I set the bottles down.

My brother Ramiro came out. “Bring out the good liquor, Patricia, I have an old friend coming in.”

“Who is it?” Patricia took out the bottle of mezcal michoacano that we rarely ever use from the bar.

“Elias Moore.” Ramiro goes to get the glasses out.

“Ay, Ramiro, en que te andas metiendo?” Patricia shook her head in disbelief. (Ramiro, what are you getting yourself into?)

“It's fine, Patricia. I survived World War I. Mob wars don't scare me.”

A Black man in a striped suit arrived with a white woman in his right arm, wearing a satin blue dress.

“Ramiro, good seeing your skinny ass again!” Stack shouted at him.

“Stack, good seeing you. Where's Smoke?” Ramiro spoke up, crossing his arms against his chest.

“He…..didn't make it.” Stack looked upset. The lady next to him was on the verge of tears. That reaction only meant one thing.

I had spoken to Smoke a few times. He seemed like a good person despite the mess he was in. I wonder if it caught up to him.

“I'm so sorry. He was a good man. Why don't you sit down at the bar and we can talk?” Ramiro asked him.

“You got the good shit out or are you gonna give me piss to drink again?” Stack was trying to smile.

“Only the worst for you.” Ramiro grinned. “And who's this lovely lady with you tonight?”

“This is my girl, Mary.” Stack put his arm around her. “Mary, this is one of the Cardenas brothers, Ramiro and the other, Hernan, must be somewhere. That girl over there is their little sister, Violet and the lady at the bar is Patricia, Ramiro's wife.”

“Hi!” I wave at her.

“Hello.” Patricia says casually.

“Hey.” Mary waves back.

Hernan was walking into the bar area, looking cheerful. “Stack! What's up?” Where's Smoke?” I think Hernan picked up on what happened and sighed.

“Dammit. I'm so sorry.” Hernan shook his head.

“So what happened?” Patricia served everyone drinks.

“So remember how you said we should start our own joint?” Stack looked at Hernan.

“Yeah.”

“We did. We bought an old mill from some old white man. Turns out he was part of the Triple K.”

“Oh hell.” Hernan started to drink.

“That's not all, apparently this vampire motherfucker figured out what my cousin Sammie's gift was and was trying to get him. It got ugly quick. In the end, we got turned, we almost got his ass between all of us but he ran off like a coward before the sun rose and the KKK got there. Thankfully, my cousin made it but the rest of the people didn't, including Smoke and his wife, Annie.”

“Yikes.” Hernan shook his head. “I'm sorry to hear that. Where's Sammie?”

“Not sure. Smoke wanted us to stay away from him a bit in case Remmick was still somewhere in our heads.” Stack sighed. “Far as I know, he's fine.”

“Yikes. Sorry to hear that. I know those three mean a lot to you.” Patricia was drinking too.

“You don't think I'm crazy?”

“Nah, we got vampires back home too. Except they're mostly women and go after kids.” Ramiro finished his mezcal. “Just don't eat us and we're good. And you know how Violet rolls.”

“I wouldn't.” Stack smiled a little. “And I forgot you got your own little thing going on.”

“Well, I wouldn't call it a thing.” It was one of the few things my grandmother left me with. Witchcraft had been both a savior and a danger to me at times.

“What you do?” Mary raised a brow at me.

“Brujeria. Why?” I asked her.

“I heard about that once. You curse people?”

“Sometimes. But not always.” I told her.

“So what brings you here?” Hernan sighed. “You've never come to us like this before. It was always on business.”

“I was hoping you could help us get out of the country. I know Al Capone is gonna be looking for us everywhere.” Stack sighed.

“Stack, you're asking me this at the worst time. They're kicking a lot of us out and at the moment most of my contacts are nowhere to be found. Best I can do is let you and your lady stay with us a few days in order to get in touch with one of my other contacts. I will go ahead and warn you, he might not be willing to do this but I'll try.” Ramiro spoke up.

“Thanks, man. I knew you were a real one.” Stack smiled at Ramiro.

“Only for you. Cheers.” We all raised our mezcal glasses to toast.