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satoruined · 1 day ago
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18+ phone sex with bsf!gojo
your legs are propped against the wall to encourage circulation. your body aches in that diffuse, overstimulated way it gets after hours of inertia mistaken for rest. you’ve been toggling between apps, forgetting what you opened and why. your thumb keeps opening your messages, closing them, then flicking back to your home screen. nothing new. nothing waiting. the ambient glow of your lock screen washes the sheets in a sickly blue. your phone buzzes once in your palm, abrupt and physical, a nudge more than a ring. incoming call… satoru. the name flickers at the top, options below: reminder, message, accept, decline.
you accept without really consciously deciding to, thumb tapping green and sliding upward. your phone stays cradled in your hand as it switches to the full screen. elapsed seconds appear beneath his name. you press speaker.
“you’re still up?” his voice is muffled slightly, like he’s under blankets or speaking into his pillow.
“m’talking to you, aren’t i?”
“you touching yourself?”
“excuse me?”
“dunno.” he yawns. “you’ve got that voice.”
not much to say to that. whatever the fuck that was. your legs are starting to go numb, so you let them slide down the wall, toes dragging the drywall on their way down.
“what voice?”
“that sleepy one.” he murmurs. you hear fabric rustle near his mic, he must be turning onto his side.
“y’know, the ‘if-you-tell-me-to-touch-myself-i-will’ voice.”
“pervert.” you wrinkle your nose, more out of embarrassment than indignation.
“only ‘cause i’m thinking about you.” he yawns, “i’m so sleepy.”you roll onto your side, legs curling toward your chest, screen still lit beside your pillow.
“then sleep. duh.”
“i want to. but.”
there’s always a but. sometimes you think it's a habit he hasn't outgrown—leaving unclosed parentheses, little excuses to keep you on the line.
“but my dick’s being annoying.”
“what’s new.”
the groan is theatrical, yet he’s too tired to commit to the bit.“you’re supposed to say something nice,” he grumbles. “or offer to help. or at least sympathise.”
“you’re calling me just so you can jerk off, aren’t you?”
“not just,” he insists. “i wanted to see your face, too.”
he says it like the truth needs no defence, as if needing you while touching himself has always been this transparent. a clause built into the friendship somewhere between hey, what’s for lunch and you up?. this is what you are to each other.
“aw, so sleep blue-balled,” you singsong. he makes a noise that sounds genuinely pained. “that’s evil. why would you say that.”biting your lip, you smile against the warm side of your pillow. “erm… because you deserve it?”
rustling fabric fills the lull. in your mind, you can picture him with such clarity: his arm flung across his eyes, white hair sticking up at odd angles.
“seriously though,” he says. “can i?”
“can you what?”
“jerk off to your voice. need the greenlight or it feels weird.”
a pause. the blanket slips down your thigh as you shift, one leg exposed to the cool air. goosebumps gather without effort.
“shit. you’re really gonna?”
“only if it’s cool with you.”
the phone is starting to heat against your ear, screen warm with prolonged contact.
“want to FaceTime?”
a shallow inhale. his response comes in a rush.
“i didn’t even know that was an option. fuck, yeah.”
“yeah, okay. i’m picking up.” your thumb taps end on the call screen, and within seconds, the incoming FaceTime flashes the usual translucent overlay, your lock screen dimmed behind it.
you swipe to accept. the screen jumps from your own dim reflection, eyes bleary in the front camera, to his.
his face takes up most of the frame. so close you’re able to count the pores in his skin. harsh yellow lamplight catches on the angles of his cheekbones and the translucent fringe of his lashes, almost insubstantial when he blinks. they rest briefly on the apple of his cheek, then lift again.
you smile. he smiles back.
“hi.”
“hi.”
in full view now, satoru looks uncharacteristically shy. mouth parted, bottom lip moist where he’s licked it, eyes flickering between the screen and something out of frame.
“was waiting for you to say something dirty.”
“and how long would that’ve taken?”
“dunno. ten minutes…twenty. i would’ve stuck it out.” he sounds tired, but lucid. not fully wanking off yet, if you had to guess—probably still palming himself over his boxers, getting worked up on pure suggestion. you roll onto your side, and the phone wobbles, catches the edge of the fitted sheet. your hand snakes out to right it again.
the mic picks up the faint squelching noise. somewhere out of frame, his hand’s already moving. the camera stays fixed on his face, and it’s all the more intimate for it. he wants you to see what it does to him.
you pretend to be unaffected, but your body makes a liar of you. viscous heat pools in your loins, your thighs pressing together as if that might contain it. the lighting in his room throws everything into a jarring gold. shadows stretch over the planes of his body, carving out the dips of his collarbones, the curve of his shoulder where it slopes into bicep. all rendered in movement—small, involuntary flinches that betray how far gone he already is.
wet and uneven shlick shlicks between his shallow breathing, and your imagination fills the gaps. his fist working at the base, moving up along the shaft. the flushed crown seeping into his palm. the part of him you haven’t seen, haven’t touched, yet already crave.
“can i see?” you blurt out, immediately embarrassed. so little time pass between the inquiry and the rustle of cotton, followed by a faint clatter of his phone being repositioned against something more stable. the camera tilts from his face to the slope of his torso, and below that… christ.
his cock fills the centre of the screen, thick and gleaming in his grip. the tip is flushed a dark pink that’s nearly red, leaking precum on his knuckles and clinging in filmy threads between shaft and fist. each upward pull draws a soft twitch from the base. your panties are wet and your mouth is dry.
“fuck,” he groans, “say something.”
you wet your lips. try not to pant into the mic.
“what do you want me to say?”
“anything,” he whines, almost ashamed, “…tell me you’re thinking about me. even if you’re not. your voice’ll get me there.”you know satoru doesn’t mean to sound that pitifully truthful. the strongest sorcerer rarely lets insecurity take hold. he crushes doubt with bravado, but right now, the façade slips. thumb tracing the screen’s bevel, your own face stares back at you from the dark, no longer innocent—if it ever was.
“you always say you want honesty.” hand sliding between your thighs, settling into warmth. “but then you sound like that.”
“what kind of dirty talk-”
“i am thinking about you,” you interrupt, breathless. “i do that all the time. more than i should.”
he moans. not a sigh, but a sound much deeper, as though his entire body flinched from the force of it.
“fuck. fuck, that’s hot.”
your hand move faster between your thighs, knees knocking together under the blanket.
“come for me, toru.”
his face twists—eyes squeezed shut, brows pulled together in an fashion that could be pain if not for the rosy flush streaking his cheekbones. lips parted, he lets out a broken sound as he spills across his abdomen. the camera catches it in motion: streaks catching light on the dip of muscle, glistening where it hits pale skin. seconds pass. his head drops back onto the pillow. a ragged sigh slips out as the camera tips back up to his face.
“you okay?”
his eyes crack open, irises ablaze. bright as arc welders, or sea glass under radiation. the whites nearly indistinguishable from the iris, both eclipsed by some cold, internal flare that burns behind the striations of his pupils.
“yeah,” he mumbles. “thanks. felt good hearing you.”
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moonstruckme · 1 day ago
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Hiii! i don’t normally request but i just have to because your writing is so amazing!!
can i have sirius x reader who, because of a past relationship, feels like sirius will get mad if she says no to sex? it’s totally okay if not, i understand this may be touchy for some
either way, thank you i live for your fics!!
Thank you for requesting gorgeous <3 I didn't really think until after that you may have meant she was saying no to sex forever and not just at the time but I hope this is okay!
cw: mature themes
Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 628 words
You’ve been in the sun so long you’re seeing colors behind your eyes. Sirius’ boss leaving town for the weekend means you getting to use his pool, and you’re swishing your feet luxuriantly in it now, listening to the album Sirius has put on the record player inside and the sound of him swimming around. He thinks himself covert, but you can hear him moving closer. 
A hand closes around your ankle before soft lips kiss the inside of your knee. 
You smile without opening your eyes. “Hi.” 
“Hi,” Sirius says back. He kisses you a few more times. “What, are you not going to pay me any attention?” 
“Wasn’t planning on it.” 
He squeezes the ticklish underside of your thigh so that you gasp out a laugh. When you sit up on your elbows, Sirius looks very pleased with himself. 
Looking up at you with eyes sultry blue and cheeks pinkened with sun, he’s unbearably handsome. The ends of his hair swirl like ink around his shoulders. “Come here, sweetness.” 
“Not if you keep looking at me like that,” you say. 
“Like what?” 
Sirius presses closer between your thighs, letting his fingers meander up and down your leg and leaving trails of wetness in their wake. His lashes are stuck together in little triangles when he looks at you from under them. 
You wrangle your smile under control. “Stop it.” 
“Hm. No, I don’t think I will.” He gives your knee a tug. 
“Sirius.” You try to sound stern, even as you let him push his hands under your thighs. “This is your boss’ pool.”
“He has it cleaned once a week.” You slide into the water with your legs already fitted on either side of Sirius’ waist, slotting into place nicely. He sets to kissing that spot you love under your ear. “He won’t use it before then.” 
“I’m going to get a UTI.” 
You feel him grin against your skin. “I’ll feed you cranberry juice through a twirly straw.” 
“I just…” You’re pliant in his arms already, head lolling to the side and half dizzy with sun. “What if we waited until later?” 
Sirius’ kisses slow. “Not feeling up to it?” 
“I don’t know.” Your voice has smalled without you realizing. You’re glad he’s not looking at you. “I’m just a little tired, is that okay?” 
“Yeah.” He presses one more kiss to the spot, then pulls away. “Of course it’s okay, baby.” 
“Okay. I’m sorry.” 
“What for?” Sirius is looking at you now. His frowny lips are a whisper away from yours. “It’s fine. We don’t have to later, either, if you’re not feeling it.” 
You hesitate, uneasy. “It’s not that I don’t still like you.” 
His eyebrows rise. “I didn’t think it was. Do you still like me?” 
“Yes,” you reassure him quickly. 
“You just don’t want to shag.” 
“Not…” You shrink a bit. “...right now.” 
“Okay,” Sirius says simply. He frowns a bit more, kissing you on your nose. “Relax, doll. I’m not worried what we have is ripping at the seams just because you don’t feel like shagging right this minute.” 
Something old and ugly which lives curled up against your spine releases its hold. You feel it happen, like taking off too-small shoes after a long day. “Thank you,” you murmur. 
“Oh, pssh.” Sirius scrunches his nose. “What’re you thanking me for? You, just—” He pecks you on the lips, quick and playful. “—you’re so silly sometimes, you know that? I’d like to keep kissing you, is that alright? Do you want that?” 
“Yeah.” You smile, giving him a peck as well. “Kissing is good.” “Well I don’t think there’s much to contest about that, babe. What I asked is if you want to. Come on, try to keep up.”
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narcjsistx · 3 days ago
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Sae Itoshi has always believed that having a phone isn’t something that could really change his life
Sure, he knows that social media promotion matters — he’s perfectly aware that every match needs to be documented online if he wants the usual boost in views and virality. At the same time, he doesn’t quite get why so many of his teammates spend so much time glued to a screen — so invested in content that can range from a dog wearing a hat and singing, to a movie clip paired with someone slime
Since getting his first phone at the age of 12 — when he had to leave Japan — to now, nearly 19 years old, he’s only ever had two phones. He’s never understood the hype around social media, the need to always reply quickly, the idea of spending so much time on something so pointless, something that definitely won’t help him win the Champions League
All of that — until you showed up in his recent chats. If before he always kept his phone on Do Not Disturb mode, with calls allowed only from his manager, now the only notifications he keeps on are the ones linked to your messages and social media accounts. He could be in the middle of training, fresh off a round of blasting shots into the net — if he hears your notification, it only takes seconds before he replies
It doesn’t matter if it’s a silly message about how you had blueberry yogurt, or a video of cats hugging — it matters to him because it’s from you. Just the thought that you wanted to tell him something like that, maybe just to get a little bit of his attention, is enough for him to stop everything and give you what you deserve, even if it’s just through a simple message
Whenever you post a story or a post, the first like and comment always come from him. He doesn’t care about looking obsessed — because, truth is, he is — and his cool, nonchalant facade completely falls apart when it comes to you
If before his Instagram profile was completely managed by his manager and a few other collaborators, now Sae takes care of it a little more himself. Among the various highlighted stories, one now stands out that is entirely dedicated to you — where a series of shots show you as the perfect girl for him. Those photos are the only ones he has truly approved, since it was his own finger that pressed “post” and not his manager’s
If before he was the one telling his teammates to put their phones away when the whistle blew to end the break, now he’s the one being told off. Sae Itoshi hates being away from his phone, but especially from you — you’re the reason he changed his mind about phones, social media and messages
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ddaisychaser · 1 day ago
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baby fever
clark kent’s nearly one year old daughter just simply loves to babble. wonder where she gets it from? (spoiler alert it’s her dad) clark kent x female!mom reader
warnings: female reader and barely proof read (i have being an adult and checking my writing! yippy!) otherwise, if i missed any major ones please let me know!
authors note: when i was working today the cutest little baby strolled by in a cart and was just yapping incoherently with a pacifier in their mouth. i was like period, speak your truth babe! (then i thought about clark kent being a girl dad and i melted)
authors note part two: alsoo little fun fact, in this fic you and clark’s daughters name is april because that was the month that the first superman comic was published!
“da-da.”
“yes angel?”
clark’s scanning over the baby food aisle. those big, baby blue eyes of his mindlessly scan the options. he already knows his daughter, april martha kent, would absolutely throw a fit if she had anything with carrots in it. can’t even mix it with peas or apples- she will know. instead, he reaches for pack of six little jars that have cartoon blueberries drawn over them.
“da-da.”
clark doesn’t look up at first, he’s trying to read the simple font on the back of the packaging to triple check that it’s suitable for his baby girl. but, he doesn’t want april to feel ignored. so with his free hand he pokes her chubby belly.
she babbles repetitively, “da-da, da-da,” and poorly attempts to clap her hands.
nodding along as if he pretends to understand, clark reaches around where april sits in the front of the cart, kicking her sock covered toes, and drops the baby food into the cart. a boyish grin widens clark’s lips, full pearly teeth on display. a lot of what april is trying to say is muffled by the pacifier in her mouth, but clark thinks he picks up on “da-da,” and her attempt on saying blue. however, it sounds more like “ew.”
he crouches down a bit, gently grasping april’s foot and rubs the outer part before pressing a loving peck square in the middle. she squeals, trying to wiggle her foot out of clark’s hold.
“are you ticklish?” clark does it again and april squeals some more. a spill of giggles spew out causing her pacifier to suddenly drop from her mouth.
clark watches it all happen, how april stops giggling. her eyes, identical to yours, widen and her little lips part in shock. it breaks his heart when she starts to shake her head, whining, “no, no, no,” and keeps repeating it as tears start to form.
of course clark can’t handle his baby girls sadness, his heart shatters in half! he scoops up the pacifier from where it’s wet with drool in april’s lap, carefully slotting it in her mouth.
“there, it’s okay angel. daddy’s got you.”
he likes to believe april is thanking him but all she really rattles on is, “bababababa,” and continues.
clark nods along, sort of similar to when perry is talking to him but clark really isn’t listening. he begins to push the cart further down the aisle. “hm, yeah. i see what you’re saying.” he hums in agreement as april goes on. when he stops to put some diapers into the cart, he glances at april. “oh, really? the pacifier just fell into your lap? how did that even happen?”
clark’s trying to be as serious as he can, but it’s so hard when his baby girl just talks, and talks, and talks away like she has all the time in the world. his very own adorable chatterbox; clark wouldn’t give it up for the world.
you round the corner and spot clark with his hands on his hips, staring up at the array of bubble baths. he looks like he’s in deep thought, every now and then turning towards your daughter to reply back to what she’s trying to say.
you hear him go as you inch closer, “you know, what’s the point of pacifier’s if they won’t stay in your mouth? i know, it’s crazy.”
“what are you two talking about?”
clark perks up at your voice, his head whips towards you so fast that his glassss nearly topple off his face. he pushes them up clumsily with his finger before he smiles at you. “oh, you know, how pacifier’s are a cheap scam in this economy.”
you arch your eyebrow, unable to hide the toying smirk on your lips. “really? and i’m guessing april told you all of that.” at the mention of your daughter, she stops her babbling and looks up at you. already squirming to get in your arms and of course you obey. the two of you perfectly fit like the right set of puzzle pieces.
clark shrugs innocently, “said it all herself babe, should have heard her. she was quite passionate.” he leans in to press a loud, smacking peck to april’s cheek and she bashfully hides her face into the crook of her neck.
“you know where she gets it from?” you begin to sway from one foot to another, soothing your giddy daughter that won’t stop moving in your hold. trying to squish her face further into your neck.
clark smirks, already knowing the answer. but he can’t refuse to hear you recall his playful tactics before april was born.
“you. ever since i got pregnant, every night you would talk to my stomach even when she was the size of a peach.” you dip your chin to kiss the top of april’s spouting curls, then turning back to blush at clark. the way he stares at you makes your heart skip a beat. you know he loves to hear your retelling. “and i think that’s why she loves to talk. because you do it oh-so much.”
clark leans in closer to you, crouching down so that the two of you are face to face. a step closer and his nose might brush the tip of yours. even his voice lowers, it’s deeply sweet like honey. “is that so?”
you nod shyly, clinging to april as if she might shield the heat rising across your entire face. “but, i don’t mind.”
“you don’t?”
you shake your head and then finally, clark kisses you with perfect ease. there’s no one else in the aisle, or even at the grocery store at all. that’s why you let the kiss linger for a second or two, otherwise you would hide away from the public display of affection. clark knows that. he respects it too. the two of you live a private life for the sake of your daughter.
the world knows superman is married to you, but they don’t know where you live, what you do, or even your maiden name. and they most certainly don’t have a clue that april exists besides your closest friends and family. it’s quiet the life you and clark live outside of the rambunctious adventures superman finds himself in. your very own pocket of peace. perfect.
when clark pulls back, he eyes april staring between the two of you. clark whispers as his hand reaches up to brush away the few curls that fall over april’s face. “hi baby.”
“da-da.”
“yeah, i know angel,” clark’s gaze flickers to your own. a look personalized for you that reads, i love you to the moon and back, before he draws his attention back to april. “we got a little more shopping to do, but why don’t you tell mom your new idea for pacifiers. i think she would love to hear about it.”
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froothytoothy · 1 day ago
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Your Idol
Saja Boys x Idol! Reader │ part 4 │ previous │
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summary - the saja boys do a terrible job at taking care of you when you're sick
warning - fem reader, possessive behaviour, swearing, sexual tension, spicy content
w/c - 4,5K
a/n - sorry for the delayed chapter I was on holiday, pls correct me if there are any mistakes, comments, reblogs and likes are much appreciated, hope you enjoy!
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“Please Jinu, you really don't have to do this”, you pleaded, grabbing his hands in an attempt to stop him from lifting up your trousers. Unfortunately, his grip was much stronger than yours, so he easily held your hands together to stop you.
“If I don't do this, your wound will get infected”, he explains whilst holding out the cotton bud laced with antiseptic, and you shudder in fear. Dance practice often led to a lot of injuries, but you still found the stinging pain that came with disinfecting a wound unbearable.
Once the soft material hit your skin, you shifted back against the sofa and bit down on your lips to suppress the pained whimper that planned to breach through.
Jinu looked up at you with pity before rubbing your exposed leg in comfort, “I know, darling. I know it hurts, but please bear with it just a little longer. Can you do that for me?”
The way he said it, almost as though he was begging, made you unable to resist, and you gave him a weary nod and sucked up your breath, preparing for the agonizing pain you were about to experience.
The hands surrounding you provided a distraction from the sharp pain coursing through your knees. After Baby had finished drying your hair, he'd taken a spot on the sofa right next to you, and was replaced with Mystery, who was now brushing your hair.
Mystery never failed to surprise you, from being a fan of yours to being good at styling hair. You saw a side to him that his fans would never even dream about.
Romance sat next to you, holding your hand for comfort, allowing you to squeeze it when you were in pain. Abby was busy making ramyeon in the kitchen, and of course, Jinu was attending to your knees. For the next couple of minutes you suffered through the pain, using the boys as a way to distract yourself. Seeing them distressed by your suffering comforted you, which motivated you to bear with the pain a little longer.
Jinu started to pull down the hem of your trousers, and you let out a sigh of relief, realizing he was finally done. You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned around to see Mystery holding up a mirror. Looking at it, you saw how your hair was filled with all kinds of flowers, woven through the strands in an almost harmonious way.
“Mystery, this is so cute. I didn't know you knew how to do hair”, you gush, watching the way his ears became red from the compliment.
“Ramyeon’s here!”
Everyone turned around to see Abby walking in holding a tray full of cup noodles. He came to you first and held out the tray in front of you. You gave him a warm smile before taking the noodles and waited till everyone was sat down with their noodles before digging in, slurping down the noodles with excitement.
Ever since the phone call with Baby, you've been eating a lot more than usual, and dance practice had left you famished, so you definitely needed the meal. Each of the boys started talking to each other, leaving you alone in your thoughts. Your mind couldn't help but drift back to the encounter from moments ago.
That kiss.
You kept trying to avoid thinking about it, not wanting to make things awkward between you and your new friend, but it was almost impossible.
Subtly, you turned to Romance, watching him rake his hand through his perfectly styled hair. You watched in awe at the way he would speak to Abby. His voice, level. His face, perfect. Not a single imperfection anywhere.
So why would someone like him kiss someone like you?
Whilst talking his eyes swiftly moved to you and you quickly looked back down, praying he hadn’t noticed you staring.
Something about the way Romance looked at you, the way it made you feel. All of it was so foreign to you.
It was a warm, but suffocating feeling. The way, not just Romance, but all of them, made you feel was similar to the feeling of floating through warm water. You just felt free. But to you, it wasn't enough.
Despite being surrounded by people who have treated you better than you ever have in your life, you just couldn't help but want more. You felt selfish, knowing you couldn't just accept the love that they'd already given you.
But when you were kissed, it felt as though that selfish desire trapping your heart had been set free, and your desires had finally been met. You wanted more from these boys, but you didn't exactly know what.
Looking back at Romance, you could still see him, staring at you with those blazing eyes. Soon, your eyes trailed down to his lips, and you couldn't help the feeling of wanting them back on you. The memory of his lips consuming yours brought shivers down your spine.
A wave of insecurity washed over you suddenly once you realized how creepy you were being. You quickly slammed your noodle cup down and stood up, turning everyone's attention to you.
“I really should be going now”, you hurried out, “thank you for your hospitality”. You rushed to the door before being stopped by Baby, who was holding out his phone in front of you.
The first thing you noticed was the phone charm hanging off the side of his case, and you could feel your heart warm at the gesture. When you looked at the contents on the screen, you could see the weather app showing that it was going to rain for the entire week.
“Don't go”.
You looked back up to see his usual nonchalant face, but behind those eyes, you could see the pleading look buried beneath the layers. Turning around, you saw the others with the same look, each standing up, ready to stop you from leaving them.
Five very strong, eager men praying you'll stay with them.
Now that's definitely a unique experience.
You let out a tired sigh before accepting your fate. There was no use arguing with them.
Plus, it's not like you didn't want to stay.
“Fine, fine, I'll stay the night”.
Cheers erupt from the boys, and you’re immediately dragged back to the sofa.
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You woke up, feeling the ground below you significantly softer than what you were used to. Typically, you'd wake up to a sharp pain coming from your legs as a result of one of the mattress’s springs digging into your thigh throughout the night. But the mattress you were on felt as light as a cloud. Once you opened your eyes, you knew you weren't in your room, judging from how large it was, and fear shot through you.
Where were you?
You got out of the bed to inspect the room, only to be met with a wave of dizziness. Your body felt hot, and your vision was slightly blurred. Some of the memories from last night surfaced back into your mind, remembering how you'd fallen asleep on the sofa after watching an incredibly boring movie with the boys.
Considering the unfamiliar location, you must still be in their house. Despite the pain coursing through your head, you went to look for them, feeling lost without them in the maze of a mansion.
When you managed to find the staircase, you could hear the sounds of chatter coming from downstairs, and you knew it was them. Tightly, you gripped onto the staircase railing, still feeling dizzy, and advanced down the staircase.
Once you finally reached the kitchen, you could see the boys, still dressed in their nightwear. You let out a sigh of relief, glad you didn't wake up too late. Although upon further inspection, you noticed the lack of shirts coming from both Abby and Jinu. Quickly, you looked away from them, not wanting to become distracted by the layers of muscles trailing down their torsos. When you were about to say something, you were interrupted by a sharp pain pressing against your throat, making you release a fit of coughs, turning everyone's attention to you.
“Hey guys”, you muster out weakly, before letting out another strangled cough.
The cough, the dizziness, the burning up. You were surprised it took you so long to realise that you had caught a fever, probably from being drenched in the rain.
The Saja Boys were quick to surround you, each plastered with massive grins spread across their cheeks; they were a little too excited to see you.
“Are you feeling better now?” Jinu asked, holding onto your shoulder once he noticed you swaying slightly, “You ended up fainting. Not sure if it was because of the movie, or because of something else”.
Before responding, you looked outside to check on the weather, and to your dismay, it was still raining.
Curse that weatherman.
“I think I'm fine now, but my head feels kind of warm. I probably have a fever”, you admit, taking in the panicked expression coming from the boys. When you were about to reassure them that it wasn't anything serious, you felt yourself being picked up.
It was obvious who was picking you up, evident from the tight grip coming from the large hands that filled around the curves of your skin. Abby had carried you in a way where staring at his bare chest was unavoidable. It was clear just how much he worked out from just how large his torso was compared to yours, and the way his abs would glisten in the light.
You still didn't understand what made Abby love carrying you so much, but if it pleased him, then you'd let him. Plus, you were starting to get used to it just as much as he was.
He carried you all the way upstairs, the others following behind. You didn't bother asking where you were going, already knowing the answer. Despite how resistant you were before, you were slowly getting used to the way the boys would care for you. Although it was strange considering the short time that you had interacted with each other, you couldn't deny that you also felt the same wave of protectiveness with them.
He laid you down gently on the bed and tucked you in, leaving you staring up at him and the others. “We'll be back soon, just rest”, he whispers, brushing a stray hair off your face and leaving you alone.
Since they're definitely not letting you go, you figured you'd get comfortable and sleep a little more.
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“Come on, Baby, hurry up. What if she's dying?” Jinu panicked, shaking him violently whilst Baby growled in frustration. “I don't understand this human stuff, don't blame me”, he grumbled out, eyes locked on the screen in front of him.
‘What is a fever?’
“It sounds like she's dying. Should we take her to a hospital?” Mystery chirps, his voice on the edge of tears.
The boys turned to him, his worries starting to spread to them. When you passed out last night, they assumed it was either you needing rest or the boring film that was on, so they just carried you to a spare bedroom, thinking nothing of it.
Although they did argue over the idea that you should sleep in a much larger, more fancier room with one of the boys. But in the end, they decided that that would be your decision to make, once you were conscious. They didn't want you waking up thinking something else happened.
In the morning, they’d noticed how quietly you were speaking and even the way you were standing seemed off, but they’d brushed it off as being because you’d just woken up, not because of this ‘fever’. The demon boys still had a lot to learn about humans.
“Her symptoms all match up, it just says she needs lots of rest. She's not going to die since it's not that bad”.
The others let out a sigh of relief, comforted by Baby’s words. They figured this had to be the result of yesterday's events, and concluded that something like this would never happen again.
“I'm going to do more research, just make sure she's in bed”, he says and goes back to his phone. As soon as the boys heard that, they all rushed towards the staircase, pushing and shoving each other, hoping to be the first one to your room.
After a struggle, Abby had finally made it to the guest room and was about to unlock the door before being tackled by a breathless Romance – fighting was definitely not his strong suit. Mystery soon followed, even attempting to bite Abby's hands to prevent him from unlocking the door. They each wanted to be the first one to see you.
Because they had been so distracted, they hadn't noticed Jinu coming up from behind and unlocking the door for himself, sending each of them flying into your room. They all laid on the floor, groaning in pain at the impact of tumbling over each other. Once they noticed they were in your room, they were quick to get back up.
“(Y/N), where ar-”, Romance was interrupted by a hand covering his mouth. He looked to where Jinu was pointing at and saw your sleeping form, tucked into bed. Seeing this, each of the boys quickly quieted down and slowly approached you.
They took in your peaceful form, the sounds of your calm breathing going in and out felt like a soothing melody. It was their way of knowing that you were safe.
Jinu noticed how your blanket wasn't covering you fully and carefully pulled it forward so it reached your shoulders. Seeing as he was so close to your face, he felt compelled to kiss your cheek before leaving with the others.
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In the background, you could hear muffled chatter coming from behind the door, and you opened your eyes to take a look at your surroundings. The first thing you noticed was that the number of pillows and teddy bears surrounding you had greatly increased from when you were first here.
Did you accidentally steal these in your sleep?
The door started to open, and in came Jinu, cautiously holding a tray with a bowl on top of it. His attention was so focused on it that he hadn't noticed you awake and staring right at him.
“Hi Jinu”, you greet and almost burst out laughing once you see him jump up, almost dropping the tray in his hands. “Sorry for startling you, is that for me?”
If you had any more energy, you probably would've gotten up to help, but you knew he wouldn't have liked that, considering he brought it all the way up here for you.
He gave a warm smile and a nod before setting the tray down on the nightstand and moving towards you to feel your forehead. Even though you knew how touchy the Saja Boys were, you still couldn't get used to it, and you felt your face start to slowly heat up at the close contact.
“Hmm, you feel warmer than before”, he pondered curiously, before seeing how your ears were a slight shade of pink. Once he realized what was going on, he held in a laugh and replaced it with a wide grin.
“Here, this might help”, he says as he sits on the bed with you and brings the tray over to your lap. Looking down, you could see a bowl of what looked to be porridge and a small plate on the side filled with some berries. The berries looked fresh, as though they’d been freshly picked, the porridge on the other hand…
Not only was it burnt in some areas, but it somehow had a light shade of purple to it, making you almost afraid to eat it. You looked up at the innocent smile coming from Jinu and gave him a tight grin before looking back down at the concoction.
It's the thought that counts (Y/N), you chanted over and over as you took a small spoonful and directed it towards your lips. The scent of the burnt oats tackled your nose, and you almost gagged at the smell.
Once again, you gave Jinu a hesitant smile before ultimately taking a bite and swallowing as quickly as possible, attempting to minimize as much damage to your taste buds. However, it was in vain once you could feel the taste of the charcoal bits along your throat, and you let out a strangled cough.
Jinu quickly panicked and reached for the water off the nightstand and handed it to you. You grabbed it from him, needing to wash down the bitter taste before it left a permanent mark on you.
“I'm guessing that was because of the fever”, Jinu said confidently, and you quickly nodded, not wanting to leave any doubt in his mind.
You didn't want him feeling bad after he made a meal just for you. Although you prayed he would never try to cook again, the next person might not be as nice.
From outside the door you could hear some chatter and watched in surprise as Baby burst through the door with Mystery behind him. Baby took in the scene before turning to look at Jinu with an angry expression, “Jinu, why did you give her that?!”
Jinu stood up from the bed, just as angry, “What do you mean? I gave her exactly what the website told me to give her”.
“No, it was soup, you idiot. Now she's probably going to get more sick because of you”.
Jinu looked at you, checking to see if you looked any sicker before turning his attention back to Baby, “Soup? Not a single website talked about soup. Plus, she seems fine to me”.
“I heard meat was good”, Mystery perks up from behind Baby, leaving the two demons to look at him in disgust. Where did he get that information from? they thought.
You started laughing at their childish behaviour, drawing their attention back to you. Watching them, especially Baby, getting so worked up over something so silly was adorable. "You guys really don't know anything about taking care of someone, do you?"
They all looked down in embarrassment. Demons didn't get sick the way humans did, and when they did, it usually ended with death, which is why the boys had been so paranoid about your fever. The fear of them losing you and the promise they made to protect you was something that had been haunting them ever since they came to know you.
You turned to Jinu apologetically, “The fever must've made me lose my appetite", you lied and moved the bowl away from you. Once Jinu realized what you meant, he rushed over to you to remove the tray from your lap.
“I'll make you some tea, that'll help”, he says before making his way towards the door.
“No, she’s supposed to drink milk!” Baby argued as he followed Jinu out the door, leaving you and Mystery alone together.
The air became slightly awkward after a couple of seconds of silence with him just staring at you from across the room. “So, did you like your gift?” you ask, hoping to break the uncomfortable tension between the two of you.
You were confused when he started making his way towards you until you noticed the familiar items hanging from his ears. The earrings you had bought for him replaced his usual ones, and upon further inspection you noticed he even wore the rings and bracelet you gave to him. Every piece he wore was a silent confession, a way to show just how much he cared for you.
“(Y/N), are you feeling better now?” he asks, his voice low, whilst prowling closer and closer to you. Oblivious to his sharp gaze, you answered cheerfully, “A lot better thanks to that nap! My head is still a little warm, but it should be fine”.
“Fine?”
Had he not heard you? you thought.
“Yup, I'll be fine”, you repeat, still unaware of the dangerous look in Mystery’s eyes behind the veil of his hair.
You hadn't even noticed how close he was to you until you suddenly felt a weight atop of you. Mystery had pulled you down on the bed, making you fall into the soft comfort of the pillows. When you looked up to confront Mystery you were taken aback at the sight in front of you. Because of the position you were in, his face directly above yours, you now had a clear vision of his face.
His eyes glowed a gorgeous, almost unnatural shade of violet, which beamed under the darkness of his hair. Above his left eye, you could see a silver piercing along his brow, matching the other ones in his ears.
The way Mystery was looking at you, it was as though he wanted to devour every inch of you. “(Y/N), I'm jealous, so fucking jealous”, he breathed out, his face inches from yours. “I've not been able to sleep, eat, or breathe without thinking of you”.
Your body was frozen in place, your mind in a frenzy of confusion and fear. What did he mean? What was he jealous of?
Noticing your curious gaze, Mystery answered for you, “It should've been me. I should've been the one to take your first kiss”.
At Mystery’s words, your mind drifted back to what Romance had said.
“You're just jealous I did it first”
Hearing Mystery's words, seeing the look in his eyes, you knew it was true. As much as you wanted to deny it, he was jealous. His eyes burned with desire, a mix of hunger and lust, for you. Just for you.
Although you still couldn't understand why. A lot of things the Saja Boys did confused you, from being overly friendly, to taking care of you, and especially to Romance kissing you.
You could see Mystery's breath become ragged as the memories were brought back to him, “I knew you first, I was there for you first”, he pants, bringing his face closer to you. “But it’s fine”, he pauses, “even if I can't be your first, at least I can still have you”.
He swiftly brought his lips to yours, digging hungrily into the skin of your lips. You could hear the deep moans coming from him with each movement of your mouth. The sensation of being so close to you felt like heaven to him. There was a time when he could only fantasise about this moment, dreaming of it, longing for it, begging to be near you. And now it was real, and it was so much better than he’d ever imagined.
When you finally came to your senses, you tugged at his shoulder to get him to stop, only to be met with sharp teeth biting your lips, forcing a gasp to escape you. That gave him the opening he needed to seal your mouth with his tongue, covering each crevice of it, leaving it completely under his control. You could only shut your eyes and embrace the pleasure you were given.
Soon you felt his lips leave yours, and a wave of disappointment hit you before being thrust back into pleasure when he started kissing down your neck. He started from the top before going further down, almost reaching your collarbone. Once he got tired of kissing, he moved on to biting random spots along your neck, marking and claiming you as his own.
You gripped his hair for support, attempting to control yourself from making any noise that would provoke him any further. Being an idol meant avoiding the opposite gender as much as possible, so you’ve never experienced anything like this before, and Mystery’s eagerness left you too scared to want to take it any further. He was like a starving animal, finally finding its prey.
It felt like hours before he was finally finished, each second unlocking a new feeling within you. Mystery moved your chin, forcing you to look at him, “You've not done that with anyone else, right?”
Your voice was rendered useless, so you could only respond with a shaky nod. He gave you a wide grin before lying down next to you and spooning you from behind. “I'm so happy”, he begins, as he wraps his arms around your waist and brings you closer to him, “sharing with the others is a pain, but I'll bear it for you”.
After a while, you heard the soft rhythm of Mystery’s breathing and knew he’d fallen asleep.
You were certain your fever had only gotten worse.
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“So, this is your way of destroying the honmoon?”
The members of the Saja Boys stood below the demon king in shame as he mocked them.
Gwi-Ma had known all about the activities that were going on with you and the Saja Boys, and he found it both pitiful and amusing. How could demons like them hope to love a human like you?
Once the honmoon was destroyed, leaving the demons to take over the earth, there would be no place for you, or your “love”. You would grow to hate the Saja Boys for taking away everything you care so much about.
“I just don't understand how some random girl is going to help you defeat the hunters. Go on, Jinu, explain it to me”, he commands, focusing his attention on Jinu.
Each of the members turned to Jinu, all awaiting his response. He looked up at Gwi-Ma, his eyes filled with certainty. “Her soul”, he says, walking towards the king with confidence, the others looking at him, confused. “It’s the purest soul we've ever seen”. Jinu turned back to look at the shocked expressions coming from his members, before looking back at Gwi-Ma. “And once we consume it, we'll gain enough power to defeat the HUNTR/X easily”.
Jinu could hear a gasp coming from behind him, but he continued to look up at the demon king, needing to show just how serious he was about this plan.
Gwi-Ma howled in laughter, enjoying the idea, knowing just how much suffering it would cause the Saja Boys. He couldn't wait for the Idol Awards.
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sajakissed · 3 days ago
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Hiii
Can I please request the saja boys (separately) with a reader who has a small chest?
Maybe the reader isn't necessarily insecure about it but sometimes she does wish they were a little bit bigger?
🙈 thank you !!
perfect fit
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tags: fem!reader, small-chested reader, fluff, established relationship, light self-consciousness
typed this on my phone so that means possiblee typos and not proofread xp
Request | Rules | Masterlist
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🎐 Mystery
You’re changing into one of Mystery’s shirts when he walks into the room, pauses, and tilts his head.
“Staring’s rude,” you say, half-playful, but with a slight frown as you pull your hoodie on quickly.
He shrugs. “You have a very nice ribcage.”
You snort. “Wow. Thank you for appreciating my sternum, babe.”
He walks over, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. “I like the way my shirts fall on you. Effortless. Soft. Like a poem.”
“That’s just code for ‘you have no boobs’,” you say.
He shrugs again. “So? Makes it easier to press you against walls.”
Heat creeps up your cheeks. His lips twitch at your reaction.
“I didn’t fall in love with your chest. I fell in love with how you make me feel. And how you kiss. And how you sigh when I do this—”
He nuzzles your neck and you melt.
Damn him.
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🌀 Baby
You’re playing a video game with Baby when you casually bring it up. “Maybe I should buy those push-up bras. You know, give the illusion.”
He pauses mid-button-mash. “What illusion?”
You gesture at your chest. “That there’s more happening up here.”
He turns his head slowly and stares at you, deadpan. “You think I’m in this for your chest?”
“I hoped they played a small role.”
He puts the controller down, grabs a throw pillow, and shoves it under his shirt.
“Look! Now I have big boobs. Are you more attracted to me now?”
You start laughing. “You look like a pregnant goose.”
“Exactly. Not hot.” He removes the pillow and slings an arm on your shoulders. “You’re hot. All of you. Including the small chest that fits perfectly in my hands.”
You tease, “So it’s about the hand fit?”
He grins. “I’ve got good grip. Let me demonstrate.”
You smash the pillow to his face.
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🌷 Romance
You are trying on a new outfit when you glance in the mirror and sigh. “Would look better with cleavage…”
Romance, half-asleep on the bed, cracks one eye open.
“Did you say something?”
You shrug. “Just wishing for bigger assets.”
He sits up. “Assets are fine. Why upgrade when the original is flawless?”
You smile wryly. “You barely even look.”
“Who says I don’t?” He says, a cheeky smile forming on his face as he saunters over.
He circles behind you, hands resting on your sides. “You’re the first person I’ve ever met who made me think ‘Yeah. This is it. This is the one I’d carve out of moonlight if I could’.”
Your cheeks turn bright pink. “That’s…poetic.”
He kisses your temple. “You’re my muse, and a small chest means less armor between me and your heartbeat.”
“…That was disgustingly sweet.”
“I know,” he smirks. “Now come back to bed and let me love on you.”
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🍿 Abby
Abby catches you staring at a bra ad and immediately drapes himself dramatically across your lap. “No. Don’t do it. Don’t fall for Big Bra propaganda.”
You blink. “What?”
He points at the ad like it personally offended him. “They just want to sell you silicone and insecurities.”
“You don’t think I’d look good with more cleavage?”
He grins and puts a hand over your chest, comically solemn. “These are already premium. Custom made. High-end. Small batch. Organic. Limited edition.”
You giggle. “You sound like you’re describing a wine.”
“I am. And baby—” he leans in, tapping your nose, “—you’re my favorite vintage.”
You pause, squinting. “Was that a pun?”
He smirks. “It was a pairing. Like us.”
You push him off your lap. “Get out.”
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🎶 Jinu
You sigh, flopping onto Jinu’s lap in your oversized hoodie. “I think my boobs got scared of puberty and ran the other way.”
He blinks down at you, lips twitching. “You think they…fled the scene?”
“Don’t laugh!”
“I’m not!” he says, laughing anyway. “I just think it’s cute that you think anything about you is lacking.”
You roll your eyes. “Don’t be cheesy.”
“I’m serious.” He gently pulls you closer. “You’re delicate. Like butterfly wings. Like petals. Like—”
“Okay, poet.”
He grins. “Like divine whispers on a spring morning.”
“Okay, STOP.”
A soft smile plays on his lips. “I wouldn’t change a thing about you. You’re just the perfect fit for me to smother with affection.”
You sigh. “Why do you make it so hard for me to stay upset?”
He kisses your temple. “Because you make it so easy to love everything about you.”
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monstersflashlight · 2 days ago
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So picture this. Don’t judge me please you got caught shoplifting and had to be escorted by werewolf police you caused a scene which cause about 5 or 6 to show up. They had you either on the ground or against the car and started grinding up against them . Pure heaven
A/N: I loved this idea! This reads like a bad porno but at the same time I'm completely obsessed. Enjoy!
WPD (Werewolf Police Department)
Werewolves x fem!reader || free use, sharing is caring, oral sex, double penetration (also triple), anal sex, knotting, (mentioned) daddy kink, (very light) degradation
You didn’t even know you had it in you. You forgot it in your bag when you were paying, it wasn’t even on purpose. You even paid everything else before going away, for goddess’ sake. But it was enough to send the fucking manager into an angry fit and calling the cops on you. Fucking unicorns, always so mighty and stupid that they had to feel better than anyone. The jackass was even smirking when the werewolf officer appeared to take you to the police department.
Lucky for you, the werewolf police officer was much more understanding, even chuckling when you told him the story. But he also told you that you should hang around the police department for a few more hours so the unicorn wouldn’t give you (or him) any more troubles.
That’s how you found yourself eating cake at somebody’s retirement party. A bunch of werewolves neatly dressed in uniform and very, very friendly. And the werewolf retiring? Good Goddess, he was made of your best daddy’s fantasies, his voice a bit growly and his eyes way too captivating.
But he wasn’t the only one, everyone around you was incredibly attractive. So sexy that you had to look at the ground for a very long time trying to calm yourself a bit. It didn’t work, though. Because they were growling at each other, and being playful, and overall they were a bunch of hot dudes dressed in uniform and treating you like a princess, and you definitely were into that. You were so into that that your pussy was pulsating and you were sure your panties were drenched just by being there.
And by the sniffs you could hear… they knew as much.
You were ready to leave, you were there enough time, you were sure the unicorn manager already left… But your resoluteness to run away disappeared the second you heard them talk. “She’s not a bad retirement present though…” One of the wolves said to the daddy one.
The growl that emanates from the daddy werewolf is enough to send a gush of juices to soak your panties. You let out a tiny whimper, and all the werewolves in the room turned to look at you.
“Do you want that, little human? Do you want to be a present for my pack?” He asked with the sluttiest voice possible, raspy and guttural, sending shivers down your spine. You nodded, unable to form words when they all were looking at you like you were the piece of cake they wanted to eat next. “I need words, human, we take consent very seriously.”
“Ye- yes,” you let out in a whisper. But it was enough.
A dozen of hands were on you, taking your clothes off, pushing them away from your body and laying you down on the table as they groped and explored your soft body. You were whimpering in need, your pussy clenching over nothing, so very empty.
Someone’s fingers found your core, and they chuckled at how wet you were, telling everyone to touch for themselves. They all did, fingers rubbing, pinching, and pushing inside of you until you were crying desperately for someone to make you come. That only amused them more, who laughed and slapped your pussy a few times. “Just for funsies”, someone said.
“Please, please… Make me come,” you whispered.
They kept groping your body like you were nothing but a doll. You fucking love being treated like that, to a point you could have never guessed. It wasn’t every day that a whole pack of werewolves decided to have you as a pack-present.
“She’s ready,” the one finger-fucking your pussy said.
“Take the first knot, old man, you deserve it,” the one who detained you said as he clapped the daddy-werewolf in the back, all of them laughing as he stepped between your legs and rubbed your clit until you were crying out.
“Can you take mine, too, little human?” Someone else asked as the tip of their cock pressed against your bottom lip. You could only think of one response to that: you opened up.
Someone chuckled at your neediness, your legs open as somebody pounded into your pussy and your mouth happily sucked around someone else’s cock. You knew you should be embarrassed, but you didn’t have it in you. Not when there was a knot stretching you to the point of madness and the one on your mouth was fucking your throat as if you were a doll.
You fucking loved it.
And when the knot finally stretched inside of you, any coherent thought disappeared from your mind as it pressed against your G-spot almost painfully. You were groaning around the cock filling your throat, but he didn’t seem to mind, his movements getting faster before you felt his release in the back of your throat.
You were breathing hard, coming down from your own mind-numbing orgasm, but someone else took his place, rubbing his precum on your lips before you dutifully opened your mouth and he fucked your throat, too.
Your body was moved around a few more times, you couldn't distinguish between dicks in and out of your holes. They kept passing you around, and when somebody stretched your asshole with a huge dose of lube (or maybe it was come, you weren’t sure), you did nothing but to moan around the dick in your mouth, bouncing faster on the cock inside of you.
Soon your back-door was being filled, too. The combined stretch in both holes sent you into a waterfall of sensations that had your pussy and ass quivering around their dicks, sending them into an orgasm as you gushed around them like a slut.
From that point on it was a frenzy of heat and fluids, dicks being pushed in and out of your holes, knots stretching you out until all your holes were gaping and you were cum-drunk. And even then, you couldn’t do anything but to beg for more, more, more…
Your whole body was trembling as orgasm after orgasm crashed over your oversensitive pussy and they rejoiced around you. Their howls, laughter and filthy words were the perfect symphony of depravity to the werewolf orgy you were in the middle of.
And when they had enjoyed your body to the max of their capabilities (and yours), and you were sore in the best of ways, you couldn’t avoid thinking that trying to steal those socks was your best decision ever.
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zoogies · 1 day ago
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OK LITTLE ME LORE DUMP about this under the cut (adoooored this scene btw just finished the show and LOVED IT best star wars media i’ve consumed and im saying this as someone who was consuming star wars stuff from the literal womb, will watch rogue one tonight to really land the final blow of pain and agony)
the scene where vel was sitting and crying over seeing cinta was SO ME i felt so seen because my first (and only) kiss to date was at this social event/party for a school (multiple schools, actually) thing i was doing and the girl who i kissed left early and basically didn’t want anything more than that, even though we did have a month-long texting thingy afterwards (in hindsight her not wanting to talk further from the start was fair considering we literally only knew each other for the expanse of the school thing, three days but she was quite condescending about it so boo — i’m probably demisexual which is why i felt so disgusted w myself afterwards but that’s besides the point i’m a chronic yearner)
OH MY GOD GUYS I TOTALLY HAD A DEJA-VU MOMENT I HAD A DREAM ABOUT WRITING THIS WTF THIS IS INSANE WHAAAAT OMG OMG OMG
ok anyways locking back in, so she left the party and for a bit i was happy but then apparently people had alr started circulating pictures of us kissing (which wasn’t like “oh noooo i’m gonna get attacked for being gay” but it’s pretty awful getting outed to a whole party right after your first kissing experience or wtv and now the whole school knows im a girlkisser, but yk such is life the gossip about that died down after 2 days) but anyways i was about to cry from the sheer panic and recklessness of it all because i’m a “good kid” and “good kids” didn’t kiss girls they barely knew at parties but BLAH BLAH BLAH anyways getting to the freaking point…
the DJ started playing none other than FE!N as the last song of the night and everyone was freaking out bc like it was in fact the height of that song’s popularity, and i tried to lock in and be jolly but i couldn’t so i went to the bathroom and was sobbing as everyone was outside screaming “FEIN, FEIN, FEIN” and anyways it was such a funny experience in hindsight like i think about it and laugh but the scene in andor TOTALLY ABSOLUTELY reminded me of that and i was trying so hard not to burst out laughing
anyways that song is a BANGER the show is a banger everything is amazing about andor go watch it if you haven’t already, it’s amazing and relevant and beautiful
mon mothma getting wasted and dancing to space pop music because one of her oldest friends is about to get assassinated and she feels guilty while her cousin sits and mopes because she just saw her situationship for the first time in ages and it was only because she's here to carry out said assassination. andor is AWESOME.
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SLOW SIMMER - EIGHT
dallas!paige x privatechef!azzi
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note: i love that you all love this series but you have to remember im writing as i go. there’s details i want to have in, the storyline needs to make sense and flow correctly so all i ask is for patience, please. if i post a chapter and you asking me when’s the next one coming out not even 24 hours later kinda frustrates me lol but here you go!
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warnings: language
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azzi was stunned, a bit caught off guard too.
“what?”
paige took another sip of her cup before looking at the brunette. she did a glance over, her hair slightly falling out of its style, her eyes dark and glossy. “you heard me, az.”
azzi blinked, her heart lurching a little too hard in her chest. the nickname. the tone. the way paige was looking at her.
“you think this is about you?” azzi asked, arms folding as she tried to regain footing—keep herself grounded under paige’s stare.
“isn’t it?” paige shrugged, leaning heavier against the wall like she had all night to do this. “you been dancing like you’re tryna prove something.”
“maybe i just like having fun.” azzi tilted her head, her jaw tight now.
“mm,” paige hummed, clearly not buying it. her gaze dipped to azzi’s outfit, slow and shameless. “that why you wore that tonight?”
“what’s that supposed to mean?”
“means you knew exactly what the fuck you were doing. you came out looking like a goddamn fantasy, and now you’re acting like you don’t know it.”
azzi’s breath caught for a second—just one—but she didn’t give paige the satisfaction of seeing her flinch. “you sound jealous.”
paige let out a dry laugh. “i am jealous.”
that made azzi freeze.
and paige must’ve realized it too—her expression softened, just barely, the edge in her voice giving way to something quieter. rougher.
“i didn’t like seeing you all over those girls,” she admitted. “didn’t like knowing i wasn’t the one making you smile like that.”
azzi’s mouth opened, then closed. her heart was beating loud in her ears, and she didn’t know what to say—what she could say.
so she said the first thing that came to mind.
“you had a whole girl hanging on your arm all night.”
paige rolled her eyes. “i wasn’t checking for her. i was checking for you.”
azzi swallowed hard, pulse loud in her neck. the music thumped in the background, bodies still moving all around them, but none of it mattered. it was just her and paige now—everything else had faded out.
“you’ve got a funny way of showing it,” she muttered, arms still crossed tight across her chest.
paige stepped in just slightly, not enough to crowd her, but enough to be felt. her voice lowered. “i didn’t know what to do with it.”
“with what?” azzi asked, trying to stay firm, but her voice came out softer than she wanted.
“with how i feel when i look at you,” paige said. her lips curved, not into a smirk but something more like disbelief. “when you walked out tonight, i forgot how to fucking breathe. and i hated that.”
azzi blinked again. her chest rose and fell. “so you flirt with someone else? you ignore me? that’s your go-to reaction?”
paige shook her head slowly, eyes dropping to azzi’s lips for a split second before returning to her eyes. “no. that was me being a coward.”
they stood there for a beat—two. azzi felt her cheeks warming, throat tightening, the air between them charged.
“you’re drunk,” she said, but it sounded like more of a reminder to herself.
“a little,” paige admitted. “but not enough to lie.”
azzi didn’t say anything. she couldn’t. her brain was still catching up with what her heart was doing—stumbling, racing, screaming.
“there you two are,” maddy said, cheeks flushed from the heat.
paige and azzi turned to face her.
“come on,” she rushed, voice urgent. “we need to go. these girls are trying to start something with dijonai.”
both girls stiffened.
“what?” azzi asked, eyes narrowing.
maddy didn’t respond—just turned and walked off.
paige and azzi exchanged a quick look before hurrying after her.
when they reached dijonai, she was clearly heated—arms crossed, face tight with frustration.
paige slid in behind her with lyss, both standing close, protective. arike hovered nearby, positioning herself between dijoani and the two girls, trying to keep things calm.
“what’s going on?” azzi asked, feeling the tension shift the whole room.
dijonai didn’t look away from the girls. “they’re mad ‘cause i was dancing on maddy, and apparently their guys were watchin’.”
one of the girls sneered, “yeah, you know what you were doin’. actin’ like a damn hoe.”
azzi blinked, confused. “wait… so you’re mad your dude was checkin’ out another girl dancing? ain’t this a club?” she raised an eyebrow.
“that’s not it,” the girl snapped. “the point is, she did too much, and i ain’t about that.”
paige and lyss exchanged a quick glance, then turned back to the girls.
dijonai’s voice dropped low, steady. “what y’all wanna do? ‘cause i ain’t fighting over dumb shit.”
her blonde hair slid off her shoulder as she waited.
“hell nah, you’re not,” azzi said, stepping up beside dijonai. usually, she wasn’t this confrontational, but the drinks had loosened her up—this bold side was new to everyone. “go talk to your dude for looking at other girls, not her.”
she grabbed dijonai’s hand gently. “let’s just go. y’all girls enjoy yourselves.”
azzi called over her shoulder as the group started moving away, the tension easing.
dijonai managed a small smile, though the frustration lingered—interrupted by insecure women who couldn’t keep their men in check.
“stupidest shit i’ve ever heard,” azzi muttered, squeezing both dijonai and maddy’s hands. “now i’m pissed off for you.”
they all made their way to arike’s car, the night air thick with leftover tension and alcohol-fueled fatigue. it was now pushing 3 am, the club still alive behind them, but their group was done for the night. heels clicked on the pavement, car doors opened with sleepy groans, and laughter tried to creep back in—but it wasn’t quite the same.
azzi slid into the backseat with dijonai and maddy, their hands still loosely held, fingers warm and sticky from the dance floor. lyss climbed in next, her expression soft as she checked on her girlfriend. arike got in the driver’s seat, rubbing her eyes before starting the engine.
paige took the passenger side without saying much. she just stared out the window, jaw tight, lips parted like she wanted to say something but couldn’t decide if it was worth it.
the ride started quiet. the kind of quiet that buzzed with things unsaid. no music, just the soft hum of the road and the occasional shuffle of someone adjusting in their seat.
azzi leaned her head back, her buzz fading but not fully gone. her heart was still pumping fast—not from the club, not from the drinks—but from the way paige hadn’t said a word to her since the mess earlier. she bit the inside of her cheek, then looked over at dijonai, who was busy texting someone, probably lyss even though she was right there.
“i’m tired,” maddy finally mumbled, her voice cutting through the quiet.
“me too,” arike echoed, turning onto the main road. “remind me next time to make y’all stay home.”
azzi smirked faintly. “nah, this was fun. messy as hell, but fun.”
everyone chuckled lightly—everyone except paige.
and azzi noticed.
“so what you cooking?” lyss asked, rubbing her temple as her head pounded from the drinks.
azzi let out a tired chuckle. “girl, i don’t think i can cook right now. but—there’s leftover pasta in the fridge if y’all are really that hungry.”
“that’ll do,” maddy mumbled from the back, already half-asleep against the window.
dijonai, still buzzed but a little more alert, sat up and reached forward to tap paige on the shoulder. the blonde turned her head, eyes heavy.
“can we crash at your place?”
paige nodded without hesitation. “yeah, of course.”
without saying a word, dijonai kissed the palm of her own hand and gently pressed it to paige’s cheek in gratitude, before slumping over onto lyss’s shoulder.
paige let out a short laugh at the gesture, warm and low, before turning back to the window. her expression sobered as she stared out at the dark streets, her own head beginning to throb.
azzi noticed it all, but she didn’t say anything. she just sank deeper into her seat, legs stretched out, brain still buzzing—not just from the liquor.
they pulled up to paige’s apartment, headlights washing over the curb before the car eased to a stop. doors swung open slowly, everyone moving with that particular kind of exhaustion that only hit after 3 a.m.
“y’all stay safe, okay?” dijonai called out, her voice heavy with sleep and liquor, words tumbling over one another as she leaned against lyss.
arike gave a lazy thumbs up from behind the wheel, while maddy waved with a sleepy smile before the car eased off into the night.
that left the four of them—azzi, paige, dijonai, and lyss—on the quiet sidewalk, the only sound being keys jangling softly in paige’s hand.
“let’s go,” paige said, already moving toward the door with a determined focus, her steps sharp even in her haze.
“gosh, i want this pasta so bad,” lyss whined softly, nuzzling her face into dijonai’s shoulder as she rubbed her arms for warmth.
azzi chuckled, falling in step behind them, but her gaze lingered on paige—watching the way her back moved, the way she shoved the key into the lock like she’d done it a thousand times before.
“you’re really craving that pasta, huh?” azzi teased gently, eyes flicking to lyss with a smile—though her attention drifted right back to the blonde in front of them.
paige pushed the door open, flipping on the hall light with muscle memory. “shoes off,” she muttered, voice low and scratchy. her jacket was already sliding off her shoulders before she even stepped fully inside.
“you don’t have to tell me twice,” dijonai said, toeing her shoes off with a dramatic sigh. she stumbled a little but caught herself, her arm still linked with lyss’s. they made a beeline for the couch like it was the promised land.
azzi stepped in last, quietly closing the door behind her. she slipped off her heels, wincing a little at the relief, then padded through the space. her eyes flicked to the kitchen.
paige walked past them toward her room, tugging at her rings as she went. “cups are above the sink if you need water,” she added without turning around.
azzi stood in the kitchen for a second longer, letting the quiet settle. she glanced back—dijonai and lyss were already halfway to sleep, limbs tangled. paige’s door was cracked open slightly, a shadow moving behind it.
she sighed, then opened the fridge and pulled out the container of pasta. it wasn’t much, but it felt like something she could still give tonight. something warm. something that wouldn’t ask questions.
after the food finished heating up, azzi split it between two bowls and brought them over to dijonai and lyss.
“here. sober up,” she said, handing each of them a bowl.
the two immediately perked up, reaching for the food.
“thank you so much,” lyss mumbled, already digging in.
paige stood in the doorway of the living room, leaning against the frame with her arms crossed, watching everything unfold.
dijonai, still clearly tipsy and unaware, looked up mid-bite.
“paige. you picked a good one, keep her.”
azzi’s cheeks turned red, the comment catching her completely off guard. she backed away slowly, her hands awkward at her sides.
paige hummed in response, the smallest flicker of a smile tugging at her lips. she glanced at azzi, something unreadable in her expression.
azzi met her eyes briefly, then let out a breath.
“i’m gonna go to bed,” she said softly, before turning to leave the room.
paige watched her disappear down the hallway, the faint sound of a door clicking shut a few seconds later.
she stood there a moment longer, still leaning on the doorframe. her buzz was wearing off, but her thoughts were loud now — louder than the music had been at the club.
“you good?” lyss asked with her mouth full, looking up from her bowl. dijonai was too focused on her food to say anything else.
paige nodded lazily, pushing off the frame.
“yeah. just tired,” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes as she turned toward her bedroom.
in the guest room, azzi was lying on her side with the blanket pulled up to her chin, staring at nothing. her phone rested by her head, screen still lit from a message she wasn’t going to answer.
her chest felt heavy — a mix of alcohol, exhaustion, and whatever that feeling was every time she saw paige with someone else.
just as she rolled over to put her phone face down, there was a quiet knock.
she paused.
another knock. a little firmer this time.
“…yeah?” she called out.
the door creaked open, and paige poked her head in. “you up?”
azzi sat up slowly, moving her bonnet out of her face.
“yeah. what’s up?”
paige stepped inside, closing the door behind her. she didn’t speak right away, instead taking a few careful steps forward, hands stuffed into the pockets of her hoodie.
“just wanted to say goodnight,” she said finally. her tone was flat, but her eyes searched azzi’s face.
azzi nodded, trying to stay calm.
“goodnight, p.”
the blonde left, leaving azzi in the dark with her thoughts.
she was getting sick of this mini game her and paige were playing — the quiet tension, the lingering glances, the way it always felt like something was about to happen but never actually did.
her head was pounding now, not just from the drinks, but from trying to figure out if there was actually something going on between them.
azzi wasn’t someone who liked guessing. she didn’t do well with maybes. and that’s all paige had given her — little flashes, moments, then silence.
she wouldn’t say she had hardcore feelings for the blonde. it wasn’t that deep yet. but she couldn’t deny something was there. something always shifted when they talked — something warm, heavy, electric.
the worst part was she didn’t even know if paige felt it too… or if she was just playing.
and azzi wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep dancing around it.
she sighed, flopping onto her back again, eyes on the ceiling. her chest felt tight.
“fuck this,” she muttered under her breath, flipping over and burying her face into the pillow, trying to force her mind to shut up.
but paige’s voice still echoed somewhere in there, stubborn as ever.
azzi woke up to her head pounding, whimpering as she rubbed at her temple.
“damn,” she muttered, slowly sitting up.
she reached for her phone on the nightstand but paused when she spotted a glass of water and a single pill sitting neatly beside it.
a small grin tugged at her lips. paige.
she didn’t even need confirmation — that was such a paige thing to do.
she took the pill, chasing it with a few gulps of water before setting the glass back down.
then, finally, she grabbed her phone.
11:47.
her eyes widened.
she was supposed to be up way earlier — she had planned to make everyone breakfast.
she mentally slapped herself and swung her legs over the bed, slipping into her house shoes before heading out.
from the hallway, she could already hear nalyssa and paige’s voices drifting from the living room.
but it was the smell that hit her first — bacon.
azzi turned into the kitchen and saw dijonai at the stove, music playing softly behind her, hips swaying just slightly as she worked.
guilt pricked at azzi’s chest.
cooking was her thing. her responsibility. and she couldn’t even wake up in time to do it.
“i’m sorry,” she rasped, her voice still thick with sleep.
dijonai turned and let out a laugh. “it’s okay. you were hungover — i don’t blame you.”
azzi dropped into the seat at the counter, her blanket still wrapped loosely around her shoulders.
“plus,” dijonai added, flipping the bacon, “it’s the least i could do. paige let us crash, and you fed us last night. this is payback.”
azzi gave a small nod, eyes trailing over to the living room.
paige and nalyssa were locked into a match of Call of Duty, trash talk echoing.
it was domestic. chaotic, but soft.
and azzi couldn’t help but smile.
azzi stayed quiet, jaw tightening as dijonai whisked the eggs beside her. the soft clink of the fork in the bowl filled the space between them. she didn’t want to talk about this. not while paige was in the other room. not while she still felt like she was unraveling.
“it’s just—” azzi finally exhaled, her voice low. “she’s hot and cold with me. sometimes it feels like we’re building something, then the next second it’s like i imagined the whole thing.”
dijonai nodded, letting her speak.
“and i’m not about to chase someone who can’t figure out if they even want me around. i’ve done that shit before.”
she rested her head in her hand, elbow on the counter, blanket still snug around her shoulders. “maybe i’m just reading into things.”
dijonai slid the pan onto the stove. “or maybe you’re scared it’s real.”
azzi didn’t respond. she just stared at the fridge again, lips slightly parted. she hated how much that sentence hit.
from the living room, a laugh echoed — paige’s. casual. distant.
but azzi didn’t move.
“you should talk to her,” dijonai said, turning back to the stove. “you both deserve to know what this is. or isn’t.”
azzi swallowed. “i don’t know if i’m ready to hear what she says.”
dijonai glanced over her shoulder. “you being ready or not won’t change the truth.”
the room fell quiet again — only the eggs sizzling now. azzi knew dijonai was right — every word of it — but she was too stubborn to see it, too guarded to admit it out loud. she hated how vulnerable she felt when paige was involved, how easily the blonde got under her skin with just a glance or a smirk. it made her feel like she wasn’t in control, and azzi hated not being in control.
“you want cheese in this?” dijonai asked casually, cracking another egg.
“yeah. sharp cheddar,” azzi muttered, eyes still stuck to the same dent in the fridge door. the one she noticed every morning but never cared enough to fix.
she knew she was being defensive. she always got like this when her feelings got too loud.
dijonai didn’t push anymore. she just nodded and moved on, letting azzi sit in her silence.
azzi exhaled, rubbing her temples. her headache was slowly fading, but the weight in her chest wasn’t. she didn’t want to admit how much she liked paige — how real it had started to feel between them — because admitting that would mean risking rejection. it would mean giving someone the power to hurt her.
and azzi wasn’t sure she could handle that again.
just then, the two girls who were playing the game finally came into the kitchen. lyss immediately made her way to nai, pressing a kiss to her cheek without hesitation, mumbling something under her breath that made dijonai smile.
paige, a bit quieter, took the seat next to azzi—close, but not too close. there was a shyness in her movements that didn’t go unnoticed.
“you sleep okay?” she asked, voice low as she played with her fingers.
azzi swallowed, then nodded. “yeah, i did. you?”
“you bet,” paige replied, her lips twitching at the corners like she wanted to smile but wasn’t sure if she should.
there was a beat of silence before azzi looked over, her voice softer. “you gave me the painkiller… right?”
paige licked her lips, then nodded once, eyes flicking over to meet hers. “yeah.”
azzi let out a breath, her features relaxing. “thank you. it really helped.”
“of course,” paige said, her smile small but genuine as her fingers tapped a soft rhythm on the counter.
dijonai walked over and placed two plates in front of them, each one neatly filled with bacon, eggs, and golden toast.
“enjoy,” she said casually, but her eyes flickered toward azzi and paige for a brief second—like she was clocking the energy.
“thank you, nai,” paige said, rubbing her hands together and ducking her lips in a way that made azzi glance at her out the side of her eye, her own lips twitching.
azzi picked at her food for a second before finally taking a bite, the warmth grounding her a bit. she hadn’t realized how hungry she was until now. next to her, paige was doing the same, only breaking the silence with a satisfied hum.
“damn, nai can throw down,” paige mumbled with a full mouth.
azzi nodded in agreement. “yeah… she really can.”
for a moment, it was just the soft clinks of forks and the background music playing from someone’s phone. across the kitchen, lyss had her arms loosely around dijonai’s waist, whispering something to her while nai stirred more eggs in the pan.
“do y’all have practice?” azzi asked, glancing at the three girls.
dijonai was the first to respond. “nah, luckily. otherwise we wouldn’t’ve gone out.”
paige smacked her lips. “girl. remember that one weekend?”
lyss immediately laughed as the memory hit her again.
azzi perked up, eyes narrowing with playful curiosity. “oh? lore? please, do tell.”
paige let out a loud sigh, tossing her controller on the cushion beside her. “these dudes don’t pass. ever. i swear i’m the only one on the court with eyes.”
azzi chuckled softly, this time not holding it in. “maybe they’re scared to give it to you.”
paige leaned her head back on the couch, turning slightly to face azzi. “they should be. i drop twenty every time.”
“humble.” azzi smirked, not looking up from her screen.
the room fell quiet again, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. paige watched azzi for a moment—how focused she looked, how her fingers danced over the keyboard. the little furrow in her brow when something made her think. it made her chest feel weird.
“what are you working on?” paige finally asked.
“just a few recipe drafts. something light for summer.” azzi glanced over. “want to see?”
“yeah.” paige scooted closer, their knees nearly brushing as she leaned toward the screen. she rested her chin in her hand while azzi scrolled through a word doc with pictures and notes.
“these look fire,” paige said quietly. “you’re really good at this.”
azzi blinked, caught off guard by the tone. she glanced at paige, their faces closer than either expected. “thanks,” she said, her voice lower now. “i… i love it. cooking for people i care about.”
they both paused.
paige’s eyes dropped for a second, then flicked back up. “so do you… care about me?”
azzi swallowed. her screen suddenly felt irrelevant. she let her laptop close with a soft snap and turned to fully face paige.
“i wouldn’t be here if i didn’t.”
paige nodded slowly, her lips twitching like she wanted to smile but wasn’t sure if she was allowed to yet. “i care too.”
azzi’s heart thudded. she didn’t know what was supposed to happen next—didn’t want to jump to conclusions—but hearing it, finally, made the ache in her chest ease just a little.
“okay,” she whispered. “good.”
they just sat like that for a beat too long, the air thick with whatever this thing between them was. it didn’t feel casual anymore. it hadn’t in a while.
paige was the first to break eye contact, rubbing the back of her neck as she stood up. “i’m gonna grab some water. want anything?”
azzi shook her head, her throat suddenly dry anyway. “i’m good.”
as paige walked off, azzi leaned back into the couch cushions, eyes closed for a second. finally, she allowed herself to smile.
just a little.
paige came back with two glasses anyway, making azzi grin. she set one down on the table and held the other in her hand, eyes on azzi.
“are we okay? y’know… from last night?”
azzi’s gaze dropped to her lap. were they okay? how was she actually feeling? was she still upset? was there even a reason to be?
“yeah… we’re good.”
paige didn’t look convinced. her brows pulled together. “you sure? i don’t wan—”
“paige.”
the blonde’s mouth snapped shut, attention fixed on her.
“we were drunk, okay? things got a little carried away. i promise, we’re okay.”
paige let out a quiet sigh and nodded, staring into her glass.
azzi noticed the look on her face and couldn’t help but grin. “you want a hug?”
paige looked up, eyes wide with surprise. “uh… okay.”
azzi set her laptop aside and opened her arms slowly. “c’mere then,” she said, her tone light but her chest tightening.
paige stood there for a second like she was debating it, but then she stepped forward and folded herself into azzi’s arms.
it wasn’t awkward.
in fact, it felt stupidly natural.
paige tucked her chin onto azzi’s shoulder, arms loosely around her waist, and azzi closed her eyes for a moment, breathing her in. she smelled like faint cologne and leftover bacon grease.
“you give good hugs,” paige mumbled, her voice muffled.
“thank you,” azzi said softly, rubbing her hand across the blonde’s back once. “you don’t do too bad yourself.”
they stayed like that for a while. long enough for the water in paige’s hand to start sweating onto azzi’s t-shirt.
finally, azzi pulled back just enough to look at her. “feel better now?”
paige nodded, but she didn’t let go completely. “i just didn’t want to leave stuff weird between us. you’re important to me.”
the words hit azzi square in the chest, but she didn’t flinch. “same,” she whispered, eyes scanning paige’s. “i mean that.”
paige looked down at azzi’s lips, just for a second, and azzi saw it. felt it. but she didn’t push it. she wasn’t ready for the line to blur again. not yet.
so she gave her a soft smile, then gently nudged her. “go finish your game, superstar.”
paige huffed a laugh and stepped back, cheeks a little pink. “yes, chef.”
azzi watched her walk away, the soft grin never leaving her face. whatever this was—they weren’t naming it yet—but maybe it didn’t need to be a game anymore.
maybe, they were both ready to stop pretending.
even if neither said it out loud. not yet.
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the day went by smoothly, and now it was 11:49. it was usually around the time azzi went to sleep, and her body was definitely feeling it. paige had stopped playing 2K hours ago—she’d been in her room since 9, which made azzi curious. paige rarely went to bed before midnight, so the early silence was surprising.
azzi had just gotten out of the shower, gently towel-drying her braids as she stepped into the hallway. she made her way to her room, wearing only a bra and underwear.
once inside, she changed into a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top, her face bare and skin smooth. she headed to the kitchen to tidy up—wiping the counters and checking that everything was in its place.
satisfied, she began walking toward paige’s room, just to tell her goodnight.
but what she heard next stopped her in her tracks—com-fucking-pletely.
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Hiiii!! I’ve been reading a lot of your work and I love all of it😩😩 the writing is just so immaculate! I know you’re planning to start writing again I wanted to ask hopefully in the future you could write one abt any of the slytherin boys (your choice) and the little things that they try to do to get reader into saying yes to be their Yule ball date! And maybe becoming even more after🤭 I hope that you’re doing great and I can’t wait to see the future works that you create!!
Took You Long Enough.
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Pairings ; Theodore Nott x GN!Reader
Summary ; Theodore Nott is determined to ask you to the Yule Ball—but subtle hints, awkward near-confessions, and endless sabotage from his chaotic Slytherin friends turn it into a full-blown disaster. You, curled up in his stolen sweater and completely oblivious, might just be the one thing holding him together… or pushing him over the edge.
A/N ; TYTYTY FOR REQUESTING THIS CUTE LIL IDEA! <3 i really appreciate it. Pleaseee enjoy!
Warnings ; nothing, just PUREEEE fluff and sillyness, and a lil bit of drarry
Word count ; 4.3k
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Theodore Nott doesn’t ask people to the Yule Ball.
He doesn’t do asking, in general. He glowers, he broods, he appears silently beside you like a gothic cat in the night and makes dry remarks about the state of your homework or the Gryffindor table’s poor taste in jam.
He doesn’t pursue people.
He prefers if people come to him—quietly, hopefully, and preferably while he’s pretending not to notice them. That’s the arrangement. That’s what he’s used to. It works.
Until you, of course.
You, who somehow slip through the cracks of his calm. Who can talk to portraits like they’re old friends. Who keep forgetting your tie, and lose your quills, and always have ink on your fingers. You who are bright, too bright, and never quite where he expects you to be, and always where he doesn’t realize he’s hoping you are.
He’s ruined.
But even then—especially then—Theodore Nott does not ask people to the Yule Ball.
Which is why he’s sitting across from you in the library, glaring at the blank roll of parchment in front of him like it murdered his ancestors. His jaw is tight, quill clenched in his fist, and his eyes flick up to you every twenty seconds like clockwork.
You, completely oblivious, are humming under your breath as you scribble something in the margin of your Transfiguration book. Your hair keeps falling into your eyes. He wants to tuck it behind your ear and then maybe die from the shame of doing something so cliché.
He’s thinking about that—very inappropriately and not at all helpfully—when Draco Malfoy flops gracelessly into the seat beside him.
Theodore jerks slightly and hunches over his parchment like he’s hiding state secrets.
Draco snorts. “You are so obvious.”
“Am not,” Theodore mutters.
“You’ve written ‘ask them’ and then scribbled it out five times.”
Theodore grits his teeth. “That’s not what I was writing.”
Draco leans in. “It looked like ‘ask them to the—’”
“I said shut up.”
Across the table, you look up from your book, blinking innocently. “Are you two whispering about me again?”
Draco smiles, unbothered. “Absolutely.”
Theodore stiffens.
You squint. “You’re both terrible at whispering.”
“Noted,” Theodore says, voice tighter than his collar.
Draco, far too amused, props his chin in his hand and watches the two of you like it’s theatre. “You’re really not going to ask them?”
“I’m getting there,” Theodore hisses under his breath.
Draco raises a perfectly arched eyebrow. “You’ve got, what, three days left? They’re going to get snatched up by some Hufflepuff with emotional availability.”
“Can you not.”
“Just ask them, Nott. You’re brooding. They like brooding. You’re weird. They like weird. This isn’t complex.”
Theodore stares hard at a nearby bookshelf. “You ask them, then.”
“I would, but Harry might finally strangle me in my sleep.”
“You’d like that.”
“I would.”
You, somehow still not looking up, flip a page and mutter, “You two do realize I’m right here, yes?”
Draco doesn’t blink. “Of course.”
Theodore considers disappearing under the table. Instead, he mutters something about needing to study and tries to focus on the ink bleeding across his notes.
You glance at him, eyes flicking over his hunched shoulders and clenched jaw. “You okay?”
He doesn’t look up. “I’m fine.”
You lean a little closer. “You sure? You’re gripping your quill like it owes you money.”
Theodore, mortified, releases it instantly and clears his throat.
“Studying,” he says shortly.
You hold his gaze for a second longer than comfortable. “All right then.”
And you go back to your book, your foot swinging idly under the table, completely unaware of the fact that you’ve just knocked the breath out of him with a single look.
Draco kicks him under the table.
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Later that night in the Slytherin Common Room . .
Mattheo Riddle is sprawled across the emerald green Slytherin common room sofa like he’s auditioning for the cover of Tragic Witches Weekly, one arm draped over his eyes dramatically, the other lazily twirling a Sugar Quill between his fingers. His boots are muddy and kicked off at odd angles, and his half-finished Transfiguration essay flutters sadly beside him as if it too has given up on life.
The fire crackles in the hearth. The lamps are dimmed to a moody golden hue. The vibe is somewhere between a séance and a group therapy session with no actual healing involved.
Mattheo removes the quill from his mouth and props himself up with the enthusiasm of a dying man. “So,” he drawls, eyes glinting with unholy delight. “How’s the ‘Operation Ball Date’ going?”
Theodore slumps into the armchair across from him, every inch of his posture screaming defeat. He looks like he’s aged ten years in three days.
“Don’t start,” Theodore mutters, rubbing his temples like it might erase the memory of every failed attempt.
Pansy, perched like a cat on the armrest beside Mattheo, raises an eyebrow. “Let me guess. You opened your mouth, forgot how to function, and they walked away wondering if you were cursed.”
“I was close this morning,” Theodore hisses, glaring at the rug like it’s at fault. “I was right there. I was mid-sentence—mid-sentence, Pansy—when the Gryffindor table exploded. Literally. Exploded.”
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Flashback – That Morning, Great Hall
Theodore had rehearsed it.
Twelve times in his dorm. Five times in the mirror. Once in the corridor—where a first-year saw him muttering to himself and ran.
He spotted you at the far end of the table, hunched over a plate of toast with your head in your hand, eyes still bleary from sleep. You looked vaguely annoyed at the jam as though it had committed a personal offense. Your hair was slightly out of place. Your jumper sleeves were too long.
You looked perfect.
“Okay,” he muttered under his breath, striding toward you with all the confidence of a man walking to his own execution. “You just say it. Just say it. ‘Do you want to go to the ball with me?’ That’s all. That’s—”
You looked up.
Theodore froze. Then sat beside you and cleared his throat. “Hi.”
You blinked. “You look… tense.”
“I’m not.”
“You’re holding your goblet like it’s trying to escape.”
He placed the goblet down. Too hard. It clinked against the table. “Do you want—”
BOOM.
An eruption of red and gold sparks blasted from the Gryffindor table like a cannon. Plates flipped. Porridge flew. A stack of toast caught fire. A Slytherin screamed.
“MERLIN’S—”
“FRED!”
“GEORGE!”
“I SWEAR TO GODRIC—”
Professor McGonagall sprang to her feet, wand drawn, steam practically pouring from her ears as she bolted toward the cackling twins already making a run for the exit.
Chaos.
Absolute.
FUCKING.
Chaos.
You turned to Theodore, wide-eyed. “What were you saying?”
He stared at the smoking wreckage of the Gryffindor table.
“…Never mind.”
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Present Time . . .
Mattheo snorts. “Fred and George?”
“Who else?” Theodore grinds out.
Draco glides in like a malicious breeze, robes swishing, hair perfect, expression entirely unimpressed. “You know what your problem is?”
“Do enlighten me,” Theodore snaps.
“You’re passive. Hesitant. A snail on a cold morning.”
Theodore squints. “That’s not a real saying.”
“It is now,” Draco replies, flopping onto the opposite chaise. “You can’t just wait for the perfect moment. You have to make the moment. Force fate’s hand. Seduce destiny.”
“I’m going to hex you,” Theodore mumbles.
Mattheo waves a hand. “No hexing until we brainstorm. It’s time for a new strategy.”
“A new strategy?” Theodore asks, exhausted.
“A bolder one,” Pansy adds, twirling her wand.
Mattheo sits up straighter, enthusiasm building like a firework about to blow. “You want theatrics. Drama. They don’t know you’re into them because you’re too busy staring at them like a lovesick ghost. We need impact.”
“I’m not going to throw myself out a window to get their attention.”
“Shame,” Mattheo says without missing a beat. “But fine. Not that. Yet.”
Draco leans forward. “Just ask them. Tomorrow. Before breakfast. While they’re too tired to register what’s happening.”
Pansy nods in agreement. “Sleep-deprived, low blood sugar, emotional vulnerability—it’s the golden window.”
“They’d punch me in the face,” Theodore mutters.
Mattheo claps with genuine excitement. “That’s romance!”
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Over the Next Week, The Descent into Chaos
Attempt #1: Help with Potions
The Potions dungeon is dim, as always, filled with the smell of boiling chamomile and something faintly metallic. Professor Slughorn hums happily at the front of the room while everyone else slouches over their cauldrons, silently begging the clock to move faster.
You’re working alone today—not by choice. Your partner caught Spattergroit and is banned from classes until further notice, which left you with a bubbling potion and a half-written instruction sheet. You’re squinting down at your notes, stirring clockwise, trying to remember when to add the powdered fluxweed.
“Clockwise,” comes a soft voice beside you, “but only for six more turns.”
You look up—and there’s Theodore, standing just beside your workstation. He’s watching your cauldron with an unreadable expression, hands tucked into the sleeves of his robe like he’s trying to hide them.
“I knew that,” you say, a little defensive.
He shrugs, eyes flicking toward you and then away. “Didn’t say you didn’t.”
You glance at your notebook and then back at him. “Are you… offering to help me?”
He looks like he regrets everything immediately. “If you don’t want me to—”
“I didn’t say that,” you interrupt quickly. “Just… surprised.”
Theodore slowly slides onto the stool beside you. He’s already got his gloves on, and his sleeves are neatly rolled up to his forearms. You can’t help noticing his fingers—long, steady, careful—as he picks up your spoon and stirs the potion with practiced ease.
“You forgot to sprinkle the asphodel before the fluxweed,” he murmurs. “Otherwise the potion thickens too quickly and burns.”
You blink at him. “Since when do you know this much about Polyjuice Potion?”
“I read ahead,” he says, not looking at you. “And I… practiced.”
“You practiced Polyjuice? For what? Planning to sneak into the Gryffindor common room?”
His lips twitch, but he doesn’t smile. “Maybe I just wanted to be good at something.”
You go quiet for a moment. The bubbling of the potion fills the space between you.
“That’s kind of sad,” you say gently.
He finally looks at you—and his eyes soften. “It’s kind of true.”
You don’t say anything, just reach out and offer him the jar of powdered fluxweed. He takes it without brushing your fingers, but just barely.
“You’re good at this,” you say after a beat.
“Only because I wanted to impress you.”
You freeze.
He doesn’t look up, just sprinkles the ingredient into the cauldron.
Silence. Then you ask, half-teasing, half-breathless, “What?”
He stirs once, then twice, then says softly, “Nothing.”
You lean in, lips curling upward. “Are you trying to impress me, Nott?”
He still doesn’t meet your eyes. “Maybe.”
“Because it’s working.”
That gets him. He goes stiff for half a second, then glances at you—just a flicker of a look—and it’s the most flustered you’ve ever seen him. A faint pink colors his ears.
You smile into your notes and pretend not to notice.
And for the next half hour, you work side by side, your hands occasionally brushing, his voice low as he guides you through every step like he’s been memorizing it just for this.
Slughorn walks by at one point and raises an eyebrow. “Mr. Nott! Lending a hand, are we?”
Theodore clears his throat. “Just helping.”
Slughorn smiles. “Teamwork makes the potion work!”
You snort, and Theodore mutters, “That was terrible.”
But he doesn’t move away from you. Not even once.
Attempt #2: Study Session Sabotage
The Slytherin common room is quiet, bathed in the soft flicker of emerald-tinted flames and the dim glow of enchanted lanterns floating above. The underwater windows ripple gently with lake shadows, casting moving patterns on the stone walls. It’s peaceful, unusually so—until the subtle sound of slippers on stone breaks the silence.
You’re curled up in your favorite armchair near the fire, oversized jumper hugging your body like a blanket, and a half-done Herbology essay balanced on your lap. Your hair’s a little messy, your notes slightly smudged, and your brow is furrowed in focus.
Across the room, Theodore watches.
He’s holding two steaming mugs—both of which he enchanted himself. His hand tightens around the ceramic as he takes a deep breath, then makes his way across the room before he can lose his nerve.
You look up just as he approaches, blinking slowly.
“Theodore?”
He clears his throat, shifting awkwardly. “You looked… cold.”
Your gaze flicks to the mugs. “What’s this?”
He hesitates. “Hot chocolate. One’s for you.”
You raise a brow. “Really?”
He nods, avoiding your eyes. “I charmed it the way you like. Cinnamon, no whipped cream.”
You blink.
He still doesn’t look at you.
You smile softly, reaching out to accept the mug. Your fingers brush his—warm against warm—and he stiffens like it startled him.
“You remembered that?” you ask.
“I remember a lot of things about you,” Theodore says, almost too quietly.
Your heart skips, but you pretend not to notice. Instead, you gesture to the empty space beside you. “Sit?”
He hesitates.
Then—slowly—he lowers himself beside you, settling into the corner of the sofa, leaving a careful gap between your knees. He holds his mug like it’s an anchor. You catch a quick glance at him, his sharp profile, the way his hair curls a little at the edges when it’s this humid near the fire.
He leans in slightly. “Are you working on Sprout’s quiz?”
You sigh and nod. “I’ve read this same sentence six times.”
He glances at your parchment. “It’s because you wrote it wrong.”
You make a face. “What?”
He scoots just an inch closer, tilting your paper so he can read it better. “Spore release in puffshrooms is triggered by humidity, not heat. That’s why they’re so common in greenhouses.”
“Oh.”
His fingers are still ghosting over your notes.
“You’re really good at this,” you murmur.
He shrugs. “I just pay attention. When you’re talking about it.”
You freeze for a second, then glance sideways. “You listen to me?”
“I always listen to you.”
Your chest tightens in the quietest, warmest way. “Even when I ramble about magical gardening for twenty minutes?”
“Especially then,” he says, and you look at him like you’ve never quite seen him before.
There’s a pause, and then you laugh, soft and a little shy. “You’re surprisingly gentle when you want to be.”
Theodore’s jaw tenses, like he doesn’t know what to do with that compliment. Then he mutters, “You should see me with kneazles.”
You nearly snort your cocoa.
“Alright then, kneazle whisperer,” you say, tucking your legs closer to him. “You’re stuck with me now. We’re study partners tonight.”
“I could be stuck with worse,” he replies before he can stop himself.
You don’t answer. But you don’t look away, either.
You just smile—and go back to your notes, heart thudding.
And next to you, Theodore sits quietly, his shoulder now almost against yours, pretending to read while he memorizes the shape of your handwriting and wonders if this—this soft, shared quiet—counts as a small kind of magic.
Attempt #3: “Accidental” Hogsmeade Run-In
The sky is pale grey, snow falling in lazy spirals like the world’s slowed down for a moment. You tug your scarf higher and step around a patch of ice on the cobblestone street, your boots crunching with each careful step. You hadn’t told anyone you were heading to Hogsmeade—not even your closest friends. You just… wanted a bit of space.
And maybe some peppermint bark.
Honeydukes glows warmly up ahead, windows fogged from the inside and little charms floating above the display case. You're just about to walk in when—
“Y/N?”
You stop mid-step, looking up.
And there he is.
Theodore Nott, standing beneath a snow-dusted awning like he was planted there by the universe itself. His hair is windswept, a few snowflakes catching in the strands. His cheeks are flushed from the cold, and in his gloved hands, he’s holding a small, neatly wrapped package.
He freezes for a heartbeat, like he’s not sure he’s real. Or that you’re real.
You blink. “Teds?”
He clears his throat. “Oh. Um. Hi.”
Your eyes flick down to the package. “What’s that?”
His fingers twitch slightly. “It’s—uh—peppermint bark. I remembered you said once that Honeydukes only sells the really good kind in December. I was going to get you some.”
Your chest warms, a slow flood of soft affection breaking through the chill. “You remembered that?”
He shrugs one shoulder, looking away. “It’s not a big deal.”
You smile, stepping closer. “It is to me.”
Silence settles between you as the snow continues falling, lightly dusting his coat, your shoulders. You take the package gently from his hands and hold it between both of yours.
“It’s warm,” you say quietly. “Did you just buy this?”
He hesitates. “…I’ve been holding it for a while. Just in case I saw you.”
Your heart flips.
“You were hoping to run into me?”
He finally meets your eyes, and his voice is soft. “Yeah.”
You stare at him for a moment, the tension building gently in the air. Then you open the door to Honeydukes and tilt your head.
“Walk with me, Teds?”
He follows without hesitation.
The inside of the shop is glowing, every shelf crammed with sweet chaos. Colorful wrappers shimmer under the floating lights, and enchanted candy hops around in its jars. You make your way through the aisles, glancing at different sweets while Theodore trails beside you, hands in his pockets, glancing more at you than the shelves.
You hold up a box of Fizzing Whizbees. “Remember when Mattheo dared Draco to eat five of these at once and he threw up in Professor Binns’ ghost?”
Theodore chuckles. “I still have the photo.”
You giggle and grab a few chocolate frogs before pausing at a shelf lined with delicate, pastel-pink candied roses. You hold one out.
“Try it.”
He eyes it warily but accepts, biting off a petal. The moment it hits his tongue, his nose scrunches.
“It’s… floral.”
You burst out laughing, your hand grabbing his sleeve as you double over slightly. “Teds, your face—”
“I’m being poisoned by a bouquet.”
“You’re so dramatic.”
“Says the person laughing like a maniac in a candy shop.”
You shoot him a grin. “You love it.”
He huffs, but the corners of his mouth curve upward.
You finally step back out into the snow, both of you carrying small bags. It’s a little quieter now, the sky darkening with the promise of evening. The wind is gentle, and your footsteps echo softly.
A flake lands in his hair, and you reach out without thinking—brushing it off.
He stills under your touch.
“I didn’t expect to see you today,” you say, quieter now.
“I didn’t expect to actually find you,” he says, not quite meeting your gaze.
You turn slightly to face him, snow swirling around both of you.
“You’re kind of sweet, you know.”
He swallows. “Don’t tell anyone.”
You grin. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
Theodore looks at you like he’s on the verge of saying something else, something big.
But instead, he says your name—softly—and nods toward the castle. “I’ll walk you back.”
You don’t let him walk behind you. Instead, you link your arm through his.
And he doesn’t say a word about it—just holds on like maybe, for the first time, he's exactly where he wants to be.
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Three Days Before the Ball. .
You’re curled up in the Slytherin common room with a book, wearing Theodore’s sweater.
You hadn’t exactly planned to keep it.
One chilly evening in the library, you’d complained about the cold, and Theodore—without saying a word—had peeled it off and gently tugged it over your head, like it was the most natural thing in the world. You’d meant to return it the next day, truly. But then… it smelled like him. Like citrus, clove, and ink. It was warm. It was soft. It was safe.
And Theodore never asked for it back.
So now it’s yours.
The sleeves droop adorably past your fingertips, and the hem hangs lower on you than it ever did on him. You’ve rolled up the cuffs three times, but they still fall when you don’t pay attention. Every time you move, it carries that faint familiar scent, and you feel—just slightly—like you’re wrapped in him.
Across the room, Theodore is watching you.
Or, more accurately, he’s watching you while trying not to watch you. He’s pretending to read, legs crossed tightly, sitting far too stiffly on a velvet chair by the fire. The book in his hands is upside down. He doesn’t notice.
Mattheo notices, though. Of course he does.
“You’re being disgusting,” Mattheo mumbles, lounging beside him.
Theodore doesn’t respond.
“I’m serious. It’s pathetic in a cute way. Like a puppy following someone home from the train.”
From the floor near the hearth, Astoria flips a page of Witch Weekly and hums. “It’s almost romantic.”
Blaise sighs without looking up from his chess game. “It would be, if he’d just ask them already.”
“Maybe he’s waiting for the sweater to propose on his behalf,” Lorenzo adds, rolling a knight across the board. “It’s halfway there.”
Draco, half-draped across an armchair like he owns the castle, lets out a dramatic sigh. “You are actively letting this moment slip away. Look at them. Look.” He points. “They’re curled up in your sweater like they’ve always belonged there. You’re losing your window.”
Theodore bites the inside of his cheek.
He looks over.
You’re nestled on the couch with your legs tucked under you, knees brushing the edge of a plush emerald cushion. Your face is half-lit by the firelight, a book resting gently in your hands. The cocoa beside you has gone lukewarm, untouched for ten minutes. The only thing you’ve moved is your thumb, slowly turning pages—and occasionally tucking the sweater sleeve back up your wrist.
It’s unfair how good you look like that. Effortless. Completely at home.
He swallows.
“Now,” Mattheo whispers.
Theodore stands.
Astoria gasps softly. “Oh, he’s doing it.”
“I’m proud of him,” Pansy murmurs, hand on her chest.
“I’m terrified for him,” Blaise mutters.
“Don’t trip,” Lorenzo calls under his breath.
Theodore doesn’t hear them. Or if he does, he ignores it all, like the world has narrowed to just the space between the fire and the couch.
You notice his approach before he says a word.
Your eyes lift to meet his, brows raised ever so slightly. “You look like you’re about to throw up.”
“I might.”
You smile a little. “Should I get Madam Pomfrey?”
“No.”
You sit up straighter, closing your book around a finger to keep your place.
Theodore stands there like he’s forgotten how to be a person. Then, after a silent internal argument, he lowers himself gently onto the arm of the couch beside you. He doesn’t speak yet. Just watches you for a second, almost like he’s trying to memorize you.
You stare back, curious, the firelight dancing in your eyes.
“Are you okay?” you ask softly, concern flickering in your voice.
He opens his mouth. Closes it. His fingers clench slightly on his knees.
Then: “Yes. I mean—no. Wait. Kind of.”
You blink.
Theodore clears his throat. His voice comes out quieter this time, almost shy. “There’s something I’ve been trying to do. And I’ve been putting it off. Because things keep… getting in the way. And I didn’t want to make it weird. But I’m pretty sure I already have.”
You tilt your head, lips twitching.
He’s blushing now, pink blooming just under his cheekbones. “You’re wearing my sweater,” he says quietly, eyes dropping to the sleeves.
You look down. “I am.”
“It looks… really good on you.”
There’s a pause. Then you smile, warm and full.
“You’re rambling,” you tease.
“I know.” He exhales, standing up again just to walk in a nervous half-circle in front of you, running a hand through his hair before finally turning around and blurting:
“Do you want to go to the Yule Ball with me?”
It comes out fast. But there’s more behind it—he’s been carrying it for days.
“I mean—if you’re not going with anyone. I don’t know if you are. I didn’t ask, obviously, because I’m not creepy, I’m just… I thought maybe—because you’re great, and I’m…” He gestures vaguely to himself. “…me.”
He takes a breath.
“Well, I mean, I’m not terrible—okay, maybe I am—but I’ve been trying to do this for days and everything keeps exploding or catching fire or turning into a social disaster and I know this isn’t how normal people ask people out but I’m not normal, clearly, and you’re in my sweater, and that has to mean something—”
His voice pitches higher, rushing now like he’s lost all control:
“—So I’m standing here, asking, loudly, if you—would—please—possibly—want to go to the Yule Ball with me, unless you hate me, which is valid, in which case I’ll just go die now, if you don’t, that’s amazing. I just—thought maybe, you might—because we’re already sort of… close? I mean—if you don’t see it that way, I get it. I do. But I’d really like to go with you. Properly. Like a date. If you want.”
The room falls quiet.
From behind, you hear a hushed, hopeful, “Don’t blow this,” from Mattheo.
Theodore is standing there like he’s balancing on the edge of a rooftop.
Your heart beats a little faster.
You set your book down slowly. Your fingers brush over the hem of the sweater.
And then you look up at him—soft, teasing, but unmistakably moved.
“Well,” you say gently, leaning back into the cushions, “took you long enough.”
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clingy
clark always thought he had the whole superhero thing down… that was until he became a father to a very clingy baby daughter.
warnings: fussy baby, clark sort of going through it because he quite literally got ran over by an alien aircraft, and a teeny tiny bit of angst. if i forgot anything please let me know!
author’s note: you guys have been eating up baby fever so of course i had to deliver more! thank you for all of the support and if you have any more ideas for dad!clark i would absolutely love to hear!
you’re cooking dinner in the kitchen while april bounces in her jumper, gnawing on a teething ring like her life depends on it. she’s been awfully grumpy lately- you can’t blame her. teething must suck, especially when she’s waking up every hour of the night because of it.
the floor rattles a bit with a heavy thump that comes from your balcony, followed by the glass door sliding open. you don’t hear it at first, but your daughter does. you think she has some sixth sense when clark arrives home. today was like no other, an alien threat had been made on metropolis and of course superman was the first one to arrive on the scene. you don’t even bother to watch the news report it anymore. the stress is too much to handle and you don’t want april to get any ideas of what her daddy is getting up to when he’s not around.
however, you hear april whine over the fizzling that comes from the stove where you’re stirring a pot of broth in. quickly, you shut off the stove and round the corner of the entrance towards the living room. april is either whining because she’s bored of the teething ring or clark is home. today, it was both.
the teething ring gets discarded on the floor as april stomps her padded feet on the ground. she cries, “da-da!” as clark fully steps into the room. your expression falls.
clark looks beat. and not in the way your smutty fantasy books describe the male protagonist looking awfully beautiful after nearly getting beaten to death. something about a man bloody, bruised, and on his knees… good lord. but, your real life husband appears as if he got ran over by an alien aircraft. honestly, he might have.
with the sun gone, clark can’t heal as fast. there’s a nasty bruise beginning to form right underneath his left eye, a nasty cut across his upper lip, and his curls are all mussed. crusted with dirt and leaves. neither one of you speak because your daughter begins to grow oh-so impatient.
“da-da!”
clark softens a little, but there’s still a knot of tension you notice he’s holding between his shoulder blades. he limps- yes, limps towards your daughter and hesitates to pick her up. clark looks down at his hands, they are covered with dirt and scabs.
“i-“ your heart shatter’s as you watch from your spot leaning on the doorway as clark stutters over his words. you can practically hear the tiredness and desperation in his voice. he crouches down to april’s height, “just give me one second angel, daddy has to wash his hands. i promise-“
as clark moves, your daughter lets out piercing shriek. he comes to an erupted halt, eyes flickering to yours in pure panic.
you frown, smiling sadly at clark. “go ahead baby, i’ll bring her to you.” you whisper. it’s a little hard to hear over your daughter’s cries and clark looks like he wants to deny, but he can’t. because he is so filthy right now.
clark mouths, “i love you,” before rushing off into your shared bathroom.
your poor, sweet, angry teething daughter probably thinks her dad is abandoning her again. but, you’re quick to reassure. you scoop april out of the jumper, bouncing her on your hip as she claws at your sleep t-shirt. (it’s not yours actually, it’s clark’s. but, he’s never minded- actually, clark insisted you are more then welcome to wear his old, smallville t-shirts from when he was back in high school)
“i know baby, i know,” you coo, treading over to the master bedroom. “how about we sit on the bed and watch some cartoons while we wait for daddy? does that sound okay?”
if your daughter could talk, she would probably say, “heck no mom, i want to see dad now! who cares about stupid cartoons!” honestly, you wouldn’t blame her if she did. but, april can’t talk really, so she sniffles and whines. trying to escape from where you have gently laid her on the comforter and have to keep reeling her back to safety.
when the shower head turns off, april’s head perks up like a puppy hearing the word treat. you hold her upright, leaning down to press a kiss on the side of her chubby cheek. “daddy’s coming out real soon. i promise.” you whisper, and on cue, clark comes out of the bathroom.
he’s got a towel loosely draped across his hips, giving full display of his bare chest. his hair is slick and damp, a few curls come draping across his forehead and you want nothing more then to push them out of the way. he smiles softly, it doesn’t quite reach his cheeks, but you know he cares. clark cares so deeply even during his toughest hours.
your daughter topples out of your hold around the same time clark is sitting on the edge of the bed, lifting april up into his arms. she immediately curls against his chest, head resting against his shoulder, and cries for what you think is relief now that she is finally in her dad’s arms.
clark glances over at you sheepishly as he rubs soothing circles on april’s back. “i’m sorry.”
your eyebrows pinch together in concern, “clark, honey, why are you sorry?” but he doesn’t need to say, you already know. he does this every-time he comes home from saving the world.
you scoot closer towards clark, resting a gentle hand on his shoulder before your lips find the connection between his ear and jaw. it’s a feather light kiss, but enough to let clark know that you are here, healthy, and present. the touch makes his eyes flutter shut for a second before your reeling back. face to face.
“you don’t have to be sorry for doing good,” you whisper, lifting your hand up to tuck a curl behind his ear. “all i care about is that you are putting your health first and doing what’s right.”
“i should be here.” he’s not trying to fight back, he is pleading.
you rest your hand underneath his jaw, dragging your thumb slowly across the line. tilting your head slightly to get a better look at clark. “as much as i would love for you to be here all the time, that would be selfish. you have a whole population that relies on you and adores you, clark. and i know deep down, you love every second of it.”
april lets out a quiet snore, adjusting herself in clark’s hold. you both glance at her in awe, how perfect your little girl is. you rest your head on clark’s other shoulder, the one that isn’t preoccupied by a very sleepy april.
“i’m sorry you had a rough day.”
clark shakes his head, resting his chin on the top of your scalp. “eh, it was nothing. just another galactic slime ball that ran me over with their ship.”
you snort, “so, you did get run over by a ship.” lifting your head, you find clark with a puzzled grin. you bite down on your lip, trying not to laugh mainly because you don’t want to wake up april who has finally settled down. “when you… you walked in i thought you looked like you got ran over by a ship.”
clark tilts his head back with ease, his chest shaking as he tries to fight back the laughter. you are quick to cup his face and reel it back towards yours. “you still look handsome!” you say quietly through giggles, “you just- you just had a tire mark across the side of your neck. it was a… little rough looking.”
clark smirks, lifting april further up his chest as he nudges his nose against yours. “but you like that, don’t you?” and when you blush profusely, clark chuckles. “i love you, you know that? more then anything, which is why i will always come back to you both. always.”
“of course i know clark. i’ve always known.”
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siren-ha · 2 days ago
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p: husband!toji x fem!reader
synopsis: what started off as a lil shave sesh turns into something more as toji gets distracted by you (or) shaving him while cockwarming him
tw: MDNI! cockwarming, nipple play, creampie, spanking, fingering, unprotected sex (girl, they're fictional- you arent, so pls dont do it!), dirty talk, standing sex-?, groping, kisses, breeding, cums inside.
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your back is pressed against the counter, your hand holding a razor while toji is standing infront of you- bending slightly so you can slowly swipe the razor across the side of his face.
your brows furrowed as you concentrate on not hurting him, your other hand holding the side of his jaw- moving his face as you wished and tiptoeing despite him bending for you already.
you're focused. too focused.
and thats why you didnt notice toji's gaze drifting away from your pretty face to the cleavage you're showing due to the oversized shirt you're wearing- his ofc.
he tries to stop his mind from going south. he does. he really does. but he just cant help it that you are oh so unaware of the thoughts unravelling in his mind.
god, he just wants to chew you up with how cute you look right now.
is this what cuteness aggression is? doesnt matter when the thoughts in his head are not so cute.
you rest on your feet as you wash the razor in the small bowl you kept filled with water and bring it back again.
and thats when his restraint snaps. the very small movement of your breast when you went back on your feet? yes. that alone couldve made him cum in his pants.
he hums as you press the razor on the shaving cream covered part of his cheek- the slight coldness of the razor making him bring back to his senses.
he slowly straightens and goes a little closer to you. too close.
you didnt think much of it. he probably got tired of bending for you for so long. but that thought came to halt when he sliped his hand under your shirt.
the roughness of his hand is quite contrast to the softness of your skin. still. maybe he felt cold.
and maybe that cold is the reason why his hand started to move to your back and maybe that cold is the reason why his hand found the hooks of your bra and maybe that cold is the reason why he unhooked your bra with his single hand- i mean ofcourse he knows how to do that, especially with the amount of times he's done it with you- with you only ofc.
you pause your moments at that and look at him to see he's already looking at you with that teasing glint in his eyes. you raise your brow at his antics while he just shrugs, "continue baby, you dont want me shaved on one side and hair on the other, do you?"
you roll your eyes at that and continue your work while he continues his- trying to take to you, that is.
his hand goes on this mysterious and naughty path to your chest, as he gropes your bare breast.
your breath hitches but you dont stop shaving him- occasionally dipping the razor in water to clean it.
he holds your nipple with his index and thumbs twists it, then just rubs it with his thumb all while the tension in his pants grows and the wetness in your core too.
he retracts his hand after sometime and slips his hand into his boxers, he moves them a bit down and take his hot, red, pre-cum dripping length out.
you totally stop whatever you're doing at that. but toji grunts, "What did I say about you not stopping?"
you gulp and continue slowly shaving his jaw. he pushes the shirt up until your hips and pushes the tip in without any prep. your gasp and he groans at the feeling of finally being in you.
with a tight grip on your hip, he pushes his length fully in you and sighs at the huge cock filling you perfectly.
and so, you continue to cockwarm him while shaving all while he's grunting in between of whispering dirty things to you.
you like to keep my cock in you doing nothing huh?
you fit so perfect 'round me, you were made for me, werent you, baby?
such a perfect little cock slut you are
you gently wipe cheeks and jaw with a towel after you're done shaving him- all while he's still inside you.
"Now, now, since you've been oh so good to me and helped me shave, I think I should give you a reward." he says as you keep the towel behind you- voice muffled due to his face in your neck.
he slowly starts moving while sucking and licking your neck.
your hands automatically found their way to his hair as you play with it while the other holds his shoulder- gasps and moans slipping out of your lips.
he bites your neck and slowly starts thrusting as you grip onto his shoulders.
he groans, "You feel so good baby, all 'f me yea?"
you nod- your eyes closed tightly- unable to form words.
toji slips one of his hands from your hips to your ass and slaps it- and watched your cheek recoil, "I asked something, baby"
"y-yes" you moan.
"Yes what?" he asks after slapping your ass again- this time leaving a red hand print.
you moan, "y-yours, toji, alll-l yours."
he starts thrusting quickly up into you as you slightly bounce everytime he pushes into back into you. he rubs the cheek which he has slapped and brings it to your front- your clit and starts rubbing circles.
you roll your eyes to the back of your head and throw your head back still while slightly bouncing up due to his forceful thrusts.
"You gonna take my load, baby? all of it?"
you nod- your brain mushy, mouth slightly ajar, hands clenched onto his shirt, body jerking and in absolute pleasure land.
"as you should. you're gonna take all of it."
he says as he brings the fingers which he rubbed your clit with and sucked them on all while plunging his length into you- his balls slapping against your skin.
you go crazy at the sight and feel the knot tightening in your lower stomach.
"loose yourself baby, come on me, make my dick wet like the fucking slut you are."
you reach your high at that and collapse on top of him, he places a gentle kiss on top of your head like he wasnt the same person who spanked you few mins ago.
he doesnt stop his ministrations though.
"Im reaching baby, nguh- shit" and just like that, hot ropes of cum shoots inside of your walls. both of you sigh at the sensations.
he pulls his dick back and cups your pussy, "keep it all in, yea? dont let it go to waste."
he thrusts a finger into you making sure his cum stays inside, you jump as you're still sensitive but he quickly retracts his hand.
he hums and with a playful tone, "Now that you've shaved me up here, how about you shave me down ther-"
"Toji!"
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siren ✍(◔◡◔): ayyyyyy toji debut fic!!! lets gooooo. literally pulled it outta my ass, idk how i even came up with this idea but hope you like it lol. also not profreed so if it sounds messy- you know why
jjk taglist: open! lmk in comments if u wanna be added.
interactions are always appreciated!
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natalicss · 3 days ago
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SEVENTEEN READS THIRST TWEETS
SEVENTEEN X 14TH MEMBER READER
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summary: BuzzFeed invites members of Seventeen to read thirst tweets about themselves!
warnings: not proofread, swearing, innuendos, basic thirst tweet behavior, follows the video pretty close, use of y/n until we decide a stage name, reader bullying mingyu & is just chronically unserious. y/n has no faceclaim! all photos of celebrities/influencers used are simply place holders! let me know if i missed anything!
word count: 5K
nats notes: hey y’all!! i wrote this as fast as i could LMAO. i actually had a hard time coming up with thirst tweets that i had to go look up real ones about other people BWHAHAHA. i tried to have them match the energy of buzzfeeds pics but you and i both know they were tame all things considered. some tweets from the real video didn’t get included, but 80% are in here. i am still getting into the swing of writing seventeen so excuse me if this is actual ass. anyways, i hope you guys enjoy! if you don’t, don’t tell me. i also really wanna write something for scoups’s birthday but im not too sure what i’ll do; if it’ll be scoups centered or just a gose episode or something. okay that’s it BYEEEE
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[VIDEO STARTS]
“Say the name! SEVENTEEN. Hi, we are SEVENTEEN.” Five members of the world-famous k-pop group bow to the camera. In the front row, sits Seungkwan, Y/n, and Vernon; he only female member sitting in the middle.As they introduce themselves, the video has a close-up of each member.Seungkwan is wearing faded denim pants, a matching jacket, and a white t-shirt with black text. Y/n in lightwashed baggy jeans, a white baggy shirt that hung off her shoulder with the number 17 on it, and her hair, still a minty color, was up in a messy up-do. In the back row, members Mingyu and Minghao are sitting on higher stools. Mingyu is in all black with his pants and hoodie. Minghao is in jeans, a black shirt, and an orange and black striped button up layered on top (unbuttoned, of course). And lastly, Vernon sits in dark jeans with orange bleached spots, a gray shirt, and a black zip up with a design on the front.
“Today we are with Buzzfeed to read our thirst tweets.” Vernon says as he looks at the members.
Y/n shifts in her seat excitedly. “Okay!” She says, her tone reminiscent of absent member DK.
“Thirst tweets!” Mingyu chirps while smiling at the camera.
[THIRST TWEETS WITH SEVENTEEN]
“I think this is going to be fun,” Mingyu says. “I thought it would be fun from the moment I heard we were doing this.”
Seungkwan, sitting in front of Mingyu on the bottom row, says, “You know, we’ve heard a lot of thirst comments from fans over the years, so I’m hoping some of them go a bit bold.” Y/n smiles knowingly. “I’m excited to see just how much they’ll make us laugh.”
“I know what our fans tweet,” Y/n says, looking directly at the camera. “Me and Hoshi like to doom scroll comments and stuff.” She nods as she talks with her hand that isn't holding a phone. “So I know how wild they get. I just hope we get some of those so I can see their reactions,” She points mainly to Minghao and Seungkwan, nodding her head as she smiles.
The five of them were holding phones closer to their faces to read the tweets from their screens. “Fck seventeen and puppies, I propose seventeen reading thirsty tweets.” Vernon reads off. Seungkwan covers his mouth in surprise, a little sound escaping him as Vernon casually reads off the word fuck. Not too long ago, the group would have been more than scolded for something like that, even if they’re adults.
“So the fck is fuck?” Mingyu asks.
“Yeah. So basically, get SEVENTEEN and puppies out of here. I just want to see them read thirst tweets.” Vernon explains the tweet in Korean, Mingyu finally understanding while Minghao shyly smiles at his screen. 
“So this refers to that puppy interview, right?”
Y/n nods, turning slightly in her chair. “Yeah, the one with you, THE 8, Dino, and DK,” She says. She turns back to the camera, “I agree with the tweet, because I wasn’t in that video and I didn’t get to see any puppies.” She says with narrowed eyes. 
Members start to laugh, “Still, they must’ve put a lot of effort into the puppy interview content too, and then it’s just like- boom fuck puppies.” Seungkwan says.
“Isn’t this exactly what you wanted?” Venom asks, lifting his arm and gesturing to him.
Seungkwan turns to the camera with a thumbs up. “This is great. It might be my first time saying fuck on camera.” He says in realization.
“If we ever do a kitten interview though, I wanna be there.” Y/n interjects. “Or I’ll be saying fuck a lot on camera.” 
Mingyu reads the next tweet, “If anyone ever sees a hot guy acting weird on the streets of sk i bet you a 100 dollars it’s seventeen. Y/n will be nearby hiding from public view from embarrassment and shame.” Y/n starts to giggle at the tweet while Mingyu looks up, “Oh, where are you from?” He says before bursting into laughs with her. The other members join, repeating his question. “No, if it’s someone doing something weird, you can’t just bet it’s SEVENTEEN, maybe DK or something? I’m not a hot guy doing weird stuff on the street-”
“Now, why are we lying?” Y/n interjects.
Seungkwan joins her, “You’re not exactly all that normal either.”
[CRICKETS]
“Then I’ll take the hundred dollars,”
The next tweet is read by Y/n, who crosses her legs as she leans back in her chair. “Not to be a slut or anything but I’d let Y/n do horrible things to me in her MAESTRO outfits. I’m talking, beat me with a hammer and dissect my organs with no anesthesia.” The girl covers her mouth as she giggles. She looks up, “This is my kind of tweet.”
She and Vernon explain the tweet to the others. “Organs?” Seungkwan repeats, eyes wide. “Why would you dissect their organs!?”
“You never know!” She defends. “But they’re saying they’d let me if I’m wearing the MAESTRO outfits.”
Mingyu leans onto his legs, angling himself closer to the girl, “Which one?” He asks. She hums in thought, “People really liked the red suit.”
She hums, nodding, “I’ll wear the red suit.” She turns to face the camera with a straight face. “If I ever need your organs, I’ll wear the red suit when I take them,” She says with a bow. Vernon just smiles and shakes his head. 
Seungkwan looks down to read the next tweet. “God created men then sent Mingyu as an apology,”
“I don’t accept his apology.” Y/n deadpanned in English. Immediately, the members started laughing while Mingyu pouted behind her.
Seungkwan waved his hand, “Why is it my turn to read and it’s a tweet about Mingyu?” He asks.
“I think you need to film my solo shot, not Seungkwan’s.” Mingyu points to his face as he looks to the crew behind the camera. “Because this tweet’s clearly about me.”
“As I was talking, I was like…wait, why am I not in the tweet?”
“Because when God created Mingyu, they then sent you as an apology,” Y/n said, her tone soft and warm as she reached over and put a hand on Seungkwan’s shoulder. Vernon starts laughing, turning away from the camera. Minghao even giggles, sitting up straight as he looks at the pouty Mingyu next to him.
After Mingyu thanks the account for their tweet by blowing a kiss at them, it’s Minghao’s turn to read. 
“Minghao’s giggles give me a kind of energy that no coffee, no sunlight, no sleep could ever match.” 
Y/n awes at that, “That’s so sweet!” She says as Minghao looks up at the camera with a shy, awkward smile.
Seungkwan turns, “THE 8, by any chance,”
“Give us a giggle, please,”
Minghao lets out a small, gentle giggle, but Y/n shakes her head. “No, no, no,” She says, waving her finger at him.
“I don’t think this is it,” He says over her, waving his free hand dismissively.
“You’re saying this is sunlight?” Mingyu looks straight at the camera as he points at Minghao with a raised brow.
Y/n turns, “No! His giggles are precious! I know what they mean!” She says. “They’re not something that can be faked.” She turns back to the camera, adjusting her clothes as she does.
“Still, make sure you’re eating well,” Minghao says to the camera, a hand on his hip. “I’ll try to laugh a lot.”
“If you keep sending us these thirst comments, he’ll definitely be giggling a lot!” Mingyu says.
Y/n nudges Seungkwan, giggling like a schoolgirl when she reads the next tweet on her phone. He looks down to read it, “Seungkwan you must stop. your face too sweet, skin too supple, cheeks too round. seungkwan your cherubic swag is too much.” He reads as Mingyu squishes his cheeks in the middle.
“Are you gonna ask where they’re from again?” Minghao asks when Seungkwan stutters to reply.
“Where are you at? Contact…DM, please.” Seungkwan speaks in English as he starts to smile, Y/n laughs, leaning into him.
Mingyu looks up. “But Seungkwan is kinda cute.” He leans over, his finger grazing Seungkwan's face. “Can’t say much about his skin, but he is round and squishy-looking.”
“When we meet in Seoul, I will hug you. Promise.” Seungkwan holds up a pinkie to the camera. 
“Y/n reminds me why I can’t be a straight woman. Everytime I look at her I get the simultaneous urge to take her out to dinner and also make out with her with tongue.” Y/n reads with a straight face. When she’s done, she only looks up at the camera and smiles innocently. The male members surrounding her are staring at her with wide eyes or silently laughing. 
“That was a lot.” Seungkwan whispers.
Minghao is silent, but his face says everything. He is judging this tweet and the person who tweeted it.
“You can take her to dinner.” Mingyu says in English. “But just dinner. Nothing else.”
Seungkwan nods, “Where do you want to eat?” He asks. 
“Oh! I don’t know!” Y/n taps her chin in thought. “Maybe we can get something simple. It’s our first date. I don't want them to spend too much money on me.” 
Vernon raises a brow, “First date?” He asks, causing the girl to turn in her chair to look at him.
“I hope so! This tweet does not have friendly intentions.” Y/n faces the camera, holds up her hand in a makeshift phone, and winks, mouthing “Call me,”
Seungkwan cuts in, “I accidentally saw the next tweet already, so Mingyu, please hurry and read it,” He explains to the man behind him. Mingyu looks at his phone, giggling before reading.
“Mingyu’s so sexy but he has to do something goofy every 5 seconds or he’ll die.”
“Correct!” Seungkwan says as Y/n just giggles.
“I’m sorry.” Mingyu looks up at the camera. “But not five seconds. Maybe one minute?”
“Goofy sounds good. Mingoofy, maybe?” Seungkwan says. Y/n gasps, about to chime in that she likes it when Mingyu cuts in.
“You’re Boofy?” Mingyu asks, but it sounds like the word boopi, meaning space/volume in Korean.
Seungkwan turns to the older member, “Are you saying I take up space now?”
“Yes. A lot of…boofy?”
Y/n starts cackling, Seungkwan joins in.
[CUT: Y/N changing MINGYU’s contact on her phone to MINGOOFY]
Y/n reads the next tweet. “Minghao with his angelic pastel mullet and thick soft neck lookin like a sexy my little pony.” She looks up at the camera, smiling but narrowing her eyes playfully.
Seungkwan turns to Minghao. “So they’re saying you look like a sexy little pony.”
“Like the donkey from Shrek? You know–Donkey!” Mingyu says, his tone surprisingly innocent sounding. Vernon and Y/n are silently laughing.
The girl sits up, “My Little Pony is a kids show,” She clarified. “And the ponies had colors and then their manes were also bright. So they’re saying your pastel hair reminded them of that.” She explains more clearly, unsure if the members had heard of it before. 
Vernon turns towards Minghao, “Can you act like a pony?” 
“How?”
“Just do something pony-like!”
Minghao then throws his hand up and moves in his chair, smiling awkwardly.
“Get the fuck out.” Mingyu huffs.
The group looks at their phones to read the next one, Mingyu sitting up straight. “Wait, wait, wait, this question is so insane.” He says, “Let’s go, Seungkwan.”
Seungkwan laughs in shock, covering his mouth with his hand before he even reads it. “I would argue with Seungkwan just so I can see his sexy ass mad face.” He reads. Y/n scrunches her face again, raising the brow at the camera as if saying really, Carat?
“I’ll act it out for you. When Seungkwan gets mad, he’s like…” Mingyu then continues to do a strange bite-like movement and exhale, then turns away. The group is silent in confusion.
“Who are you?” Seungkwan complains. “When did I ever do that?”
“This is that goofy every minute thing the other person was talking about.” Y/n scolds, pointing at Mingyu with a pout.
“Oh, and that side-eye thing he does.” Vernon says to the camera as Mingyu hits both Y/n and Seungkwan at the same time. 
Mingyu points at Seungkwan’s face. “This, this, this,” He says, ignoring Y/n who’s now staring at him, jaw dropped. Vernon and Minghao start to nod and agree with him, smiling.
“Why would you suddenly hit me?” Seungkwan whines.
“So they could see your mad face,” Mingyu reasons.
Y/n spins in her chair. “Why’d you hit me!?” She shouts.
Mingyu looks down at her. “Cause it’s funny.” He yelps as she slaps his leg.
Seungkwan is facing the camera again. “You’d pick a fight on purpose?” He says, returning back to the tweet. “Start it,” He says while making a similar hand phone sign Y/n had done before. 
“Sometimes I thank God for the fact that I don’t know Vernon irl because for the life of me I wouldn’t be able to listen to him, all I’d think about is kissing him on the mouth and that wouldn’t end well,” Vernon reads the next tweet.
“Wow!”
“What!?”
“Oh!”
Vernon, with a closed mouth smile, puts the phone in his lap as he looks up at the cameras and the crew behind them. All he does is hum in reply and nod his head.
“Oh my god!” Mingyu says. He looks up, covering up his smile with his phone. “So hot!”
“Sounds like you really miss him,” Seungkwan says while Mingyu continues to squeal and coo like a little girl.
Y/n sighs as she looks at the next tweet. “I’m so jealous of the boy members of Seventeen. Not because they’re rich, but because they get to be bullied by Y/n and I want that to be me.” She reads as Vernon gives a brief translation to the others.
“They want you to be mean to them?” Mingyu asks, tilting his head.
Y/n nods in confirmation. “I can’t be mean to Carat’s, but I can be a little mean to the members.” She says as she holds out her arms to gesture to her members around her.
“Which one of us are you mean to the least?” Seungkwan asks, turning his torso and leaning back to face her better.
She hums in thought, turning her head back and forth to look at the boys. “THE 8,” She says finally, pointing to the boy with ginger-colored hair.
“Why?”
She reaches up and pinches at Minghao’s cheek. “Cause he’s so cute, I can’t be mean to him!” 
The video cuts to Y/n facing the camera, “I can’t be mean to you. I only bully my members as a joke.” She says with a warm smile.
Mingyu starts to read a new tweet about himself. “His hairline is perfect, his skin is glowing, his cheeks are plumpy, his fangs are pretty, his smile is mesmerizing, his mole nose is kissable, his curved-up lips are to-die-for, Mingyu is just PERFECT.” He looks up as he finishes. “Did you hear that?” 
“Yes.”
“Yep.”
“Yeah, Loud and clear.”
“You guys agree?”
“No.”
“Why?”
Seungkwan slowly turns. “Everything is natural?”
“Yeah.”
Seungkwan raises his brow. “Really?”
Mingyu, quick, “Shut the fuck up.”
“Shut the fuck up!?” Seungkwan covers his mouth in surprise.
“Shut the fuck up.”
[CUT: Y/N slaps Mingyu’s leg again]
“I agree. Thank you so much!” Mingyu chimes happily. He leans over to Seungkwan. “Do you know I have a mole on my nose?”
Seungkwan looks at him. Blinks. “Of course. I’ve been looking at you for 13 years.” He deadpans while Mingyu smiles at the camera.
The next tweet is read by Vernon while Y/n brings her knees to her chest in her chair. “So many veins on Minghao’s hands what the-” He struggles to read HECKKJNGN, and instead just makes a jumbled sound. “I wish I were a mosquito.”
“They want to be a mosquito?” Minghao asks softly after Y/n translates it to him.
Mingyu nods and reaches for his hand. “Because your veins are so pretty. They want to be a mosquito and go poke, like this.” Mingyu then proceeds to make a high pitched buzzing noise, clicking his tongue as he leans into Minghao and pokes at him with his finger.
“They think your veins are sexy and they want to be the mosquito that bites your veins.” Y/n deadpans, looking over at Vernon as they fight back a smile. Meanwhile, Seungkwan and Mingyu are observing Minghao’s hand and arm.
“If you become a mosquito, you might starve to death.” Mingyu says to the camera. Y/n starts to laugh as she adjusts in her seat, putting her legs down. 
Seungkwan waves his hand as he talks. “There’s not enough blood to suck.”
“Or your mouth would have to be super tiny.” Mingyu follows.
Y/n shakes her head. “I don’t think they care about his blood, though. I think they just wanna-” She cuts herself off, because not even she is sure how to explain the mosquito tweet.
“Worse than that, if you’re a mosquito, what if I kill you?” Minghao questions honestly.
“But what if a mosquito is holding a CARAT Bong?” Mingyu starts to buzz again, mimicking the idea. “You can’t kill them.”
Y/n points at someone behind the camera. “Mosquito-sized CARAT bongs. Write it down!”
[CUT: Y/N pinching SEUNGKWAN’s cheeks and cooing at him while MINGYU laughs]
She clears dramatically before reading, loudly, “VARMS VERNON ARMS BICEPS OH GOD CRUSH ME.” She then drops her tone to a normal volume as she looks up. “Why did I read this one?” She turns to Vernon and looks him up and down, analyzing his arms.
“Varms! Vernon arms! Biceps! Oh god! Crush me!” Seungkwan and Mingyu recite like a rap. Mingyu looks up, “Show me, brother!”
Vernon slowly looks down as he pulls open his zip up, revealing that he was wearing a sleeveless shirt. He laughs as he looks down at his arms. “It’s so thin.” He says as Y/n leans over to poke at his bare arm.
“Since Vernonie looks great in sleeveless tops, I sometimes just walk by and give him a little tap.” 
“I call him a slut.” Y/n deadpans to the camera in English, staring blankly. 
“I want Vernon to get a tattoo. I think it’d suit him.” Mingyu says in thought.
Vernon hums, scrunching his face in thought. “I don’t think I’d actually get one.” He says finally.
Seungkwan lifts his phone to read the next tweet. “Mingyu has biceps the size of my head but he’s still babygirl.”
Y/n snaps her head up, “Why are Seungkwan and I reading about their biceps?” She points both arms at Mingyu and Vernon.
“I look like baby girl?” Mingyu asks sweetly. “Thank you.”
Y/n shakes her head, “We should’ve brought Hoshi instead of Mingyu.”
Minghao looks down at her, leaning over slightly. “He’d like it too much,” He points out. Y/n leans over the back of her chair, her head angled awkwardly so she can look up at Minghao.
“You’re right. We should’ve brought Jun to see him all flustered and shy.”
[CUT: MINGHAO giggling when Y/N reaches up to adjust his hair and suggests that he should go back to the My Little Pony pastel hair]
Minghao stumbles over his words, but does well as he reads a tweet. “The fact that Seungkwan is sexy doesn’t mean we have to brag that Seungkwan sexy because Seungkwan is sexy and that’s how sexy Seungkwan is.”
Y/n blinks at the camera, her face expressing her attempting to register the words. “Is this a tongue twister?” She asks in English.
“So in the end, it’s just saying Seungkwan is sexy, right?” Minghao asks, looking down at Y/n who nods.
“Sexy, sexy, sexy.” Seungkwan chants, “Why do you think I’m sexy?”
“I don’t agree.” Mingyu blurts.
Seungkwan doesn’t even look back at him, “I agree, but why do you think I’m sexy?”
“If you’re sexy, then show us the move for Anyone.” Mingyu says. Seungkwan immediately tries but only bursts into giggles halfway through.
“People think you’re sexy because you’re Seungkwan,” Y/n explains, “You’re attractive and there are other things about you people find sexy.” 
It’s Seungkwan’s turn to read a tweet, and he looks at the larger screen to do so. “You guys are asking the wrong people about how it feels to be the hottest person on Earth. You should be asking Y/n,” 
The girl with mint hair snaps her head up at the camera, smiling wide. “That one was kinda cute!” She awes, turning to look back at Vernon and Minghao. “Wasn’t it?”
“Are you going to answer them?” Mingyu asks, tapping her shoulder. “How does it feel to be the hottest person on Earth?”
With a dramatic sigh, Y/n turns in her chair, leans her top half onto Vernon, and then lays her legs on Seungkwan. She looks up, sighing again. “It’s so hard being so hot. But I do it for Carats.” She goes to say more, but Vernon just slowly puts his sleeve-covered hand over her face. 
[CUT: SEUNGKWAN pushes Y/N’s legs off of him and she falls off her chair. MINGYU laughs, SEUNGKWAN apologizes like he just murdered her first born child, VERNON’s wheezing, and MINGHAO is the only one that actually helps her up]
“Vernon’s like in Water by Seventeen was so sexy seriously my legs are divorcing,” Vernon stares for a moment before chuckling quietly. Y/n starts laughing, leaning into him while the other members remain confused behind her.
“Why are legs divorcing?” Seungkwan asks curiously.
“Like,” Vernon looks over, “They just gave out and went weak at the knees.”
Y/n shakes her head. “Don’t lie to them!” She says, shoving him lightly.
“How do people even come up with this stuff?” Mingyu questions. “My legs are divorcing?”
“That’s actually pretty creative.”
Y/n nods, “I like it.”
“Mingyu, I hope you never have to go through divorcing.”
“Please, divorce with your cheeks!”
[CUT: Y/N saying she’s going to divorce the group. For legal reasons, this is a joke.]
“BOO SEUNGKWAN SLAYED THOSE FREAKING HIGH NOTES! GOOD JOB, SEVENTEEN. YOU MADE MY OVARIES EXPLODE.” 
Seungkwan’s eyes widened. “Oh my god– wait a sec.” He says. Meanwhile, next to him, Vernon and Y/n are smirking and nodding in understanding.
“How old are you?” Mingyu asks. “How. Old. Are. You? I’m 29.”
“I haven’t seen that translated word since my middle school FCS class.” Seungkwan says to his members before starting to laugh nervously. His cheeks tinge a slight pink as he starts to fan himself. “I think this one’s gonna get a lot of views.”
Vernon is still laughing, “What are you gonna do?” He asks, pointing at the other 98 liner. “They said their ovaries exploded!”
Y/n nods, “Boom! Ovaries are gone!” She starts making explosion hand signals.
Seungkwan looks at the camera, still slightly blushed and slightly quieter. “I sincerely apologize for being the cause of your ovary explosion.” He says to the camera. The others are giggling quietly. “If I did that, I’ll be more careful in the future. Thank you, and sorry.”
“So stop belting so much.” Mingyu scolds from behind him.
“I’m sorry.”
“Stop hitting those high notes.”
Seungkwan bows for the third time. “I’m sorry!” He says.
Minghao leans over to Vernon, getting help for the next tweet. Meanwhile, Mingyu shouts in surprise as he reads it himself. Y/n sits in the middle of the chaos, swaying back and forth absentmindedly as she waits for the next tweet.
“Minghao could spit on me and push me into a wall and I’d thank him,”
Y/n laughs in surprise, “Oh, that’s freaky,” She comments, looking over at Vernon with wide eyes. 
“If you actually met Minghao and he spit, you’d probably hate it.” Mingyu replies to the tweet. Minghao purses his lips, nodding in agreement as he tries not to judge too obviously.
“But he probably won’t be able to push you, he’s not that strong.” Vernon adds.
“I’m not that weak.” Minghao counters.
Mingyu looks up, “When he pushes, maybe he’d be like, whoa! And bounce back himself.” He says as he pretends to fall back in his chair. “And while spitting, like this,” He pretends to spit and hit himself.
Y/n shakes her head, “Minghao isn’t the spitting type,” She says softly. “He’s too sweet,” Minghao smiles awkwardly as the girl reaches back and pats his cheek.
“Don’t think you should be thankful if I do something like this.” Are Minghao’s final thoughts.
“Sex is good and all but have you seen lyrics by Vernon, prod by Vernon, composed by Vernon?”
The group nods in understanding, and Minghao in particular giggles as he looks up. Seungkwan leans back. “Mingyu, could you translate this into Korean for us?” The five of them immediately burst into giggles again when Mingyu does exactly that before asking the tweeter how old they are, again.
“Their sex life is very bad,” Y/n comments to nobody in particular.
Seungkwan looks at the group. “Ten years, we really have all grown up.” He says in thought, “The fact that we get to say these words-”
“It’s not anything bad. It only sounds weird if you keep dragging it out.”
“They’re compliments!” Y/n chirps before smiling at the camera. 
Mingyu starts to read a new tweet about himself. “That Calvin Klein ad…I need Mingyu’s abs the way I need to lick buttered corn on the cob at a backyard BBQ on a hot summer’s day.”
Vernon sits up in his chair, "Wait, hold on, this one’s really-” He starts to laugh into his sleeve, Y/n snorting as she tries to hide her laughter.
When he’s done, Mingyu looks up. “If you want.” 
“If they want? Like, if they want, you’ll let them?” Seungkwan asks.
“If we can meet,” Mingyu starts. Vernon and Y/n, in sync, whip their heads to frown at him in confusion. “If we can meet, but I think we can’t.”
“Our Calvin Klein Mingyu-hyung ad became a huge topic, right? When I saw that, I was like, whoa.” Seungkwan remembers, talking with his hand as he does.
Y/n scrunches her nose. “Don’t lick him.” She says to the camera, slowly shaking her head. Then, she smiles brightly and sits up straight. “My turn again!”
While Y/n starts to read the next tweet, Mingyu and Minghao lean into each other as they start to mess with Y/n’s updo, flicking at the loose strands at the top. “I just know Y/n makes the most angelic hottest noises known to man and I’d pay to hear them. Her voice sounds like sex.” She reads, blinking a few times before looking up. “Oh!”
Vernon sighs, shaking his head. “That ones- yah..” He says slowly.
“Wow.” Seungkwan stares.
Minghao giggles like a little kid.
“Your voice sounds like sex?” Mingyu asks, “But someone else said Vernon’s lyrics are better than sex.”
Y/n shakes her head, “This person is saying my voice brings them a lot of joy,” She stumbles over her words, having a hard time trying to censor herself. 
“You’re pink!” Seungkwan says, pointing at the girl's cheeks. She shakes her head, smacking his hands away. “This one got you!”
She smiles at the camera, “Thank you,” She says with a bow.
At the last tweet, Vernon crosses his legs, reading, “All 14 Seventeen members could rob me, gaslight me, set my house on fire, step on me, and I’d still say thank you. They could kidnap me, run me over in their tour bus, ruin my credit score, crash my ready, and choreograph my downfall and it would be the best day of my life.” 
“At this point, I think you might make it into Guiness World Records for being the unluckiest person ever.” Mingyu blurts.
Y/n nods, “I’ll ruin your credit score and gaslight you after.” She says with a wink.
Finally, the group of five have reached the end of their tweet adventure. Seungkwan, the variety show master. “When I heard we’d be filming a Buzzfeed Thirst Tweets video, I was worried it might end up being too safe.” He explains, “I was a bit worried, but I hoped we’d get to do some fun ones. All of these tweets were really funny.”
“Seungkwan, please be careful with your highnotes,” Mingyu reminds him. Seungkwan closes his eyes tight, fighting back a laugh. “Vernon, please be careful with your lyrics, composing, and producing, too,”
The youngest male member of the group of four sat up, “Well, it’s not like anything happens because I’m doing it.” 
“But every time you do, that person will keep thinking about it.” Seungkwan points out.
Mingyu nods, “They will keep thinking about that, and I think every time Vernon writes lyrics, I’ll be reminded of that tweet,” He explains.
Vernon faces the camera, talking to whoever made that original tweet, “May you experience something better than my music.” He says as the others start cackling. “I’ll be rooting for you.”
“And I’ll keep living healthy– like a buttered corn cob.” Mingyu grins.
“I’ll keep laughing a lot,” Minghao says, keeping his word-choice safe.
Mingyu nods, “Laughing, eating well, not getting bitten by mosquitoes.”
“Spitting, pushing against the wall, too.” Vernon adds.
Seungkwan looks up next, “Yes, from now on, I’ll try to sing carefully and contain my high notes for the well-being of our Carat’s and women’s health.” He says before laughing to himself.
And lastly, Y/n, sits in the middle of the group. She smirks, “And I’ll keep being the hottest person on Earth and get started on stealing organs.”
“Okay! Thank you, CARATs!”
“Thank you, BuzzFeed!”
Y/n points at the camera, “Be sure to check out our new album, HAPPY BURSTDAY! Thank you!”
And with that, the video ends with the five of them waving at the camera. A video filled with classic moments that are sure to trend in the Seventeen fandom for days, maybe even weeks to come. 
[VIDEO ENDS]
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lucky-strike-14 · 2 days ago
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Yeah, no. I've tried to come back from active addiction to "normal" drinking/using, and pretty much every addict I know has, too. Maybe there are people out there who can do it, but I've never met one who has, and it wasn't for lack of trying.
I did manage a number of years where I drank very infrequently, and only under very specific circumstances. Was I "sober" or "in recovery?" Kinda sorta, maybe, but not really. For weeks ahead of the drinking event I looked forward to it like it was going to be the greatest and worst moment of my life; the greatest because I would get to do the thing I wanted to do more than just about anything, and the worst because I knew how much effort it was going to take to keep things under control.
And I never kept things under control. I always drank the one I'd promised myself I'd limit myself to so fast I didn't even enjoy it, so I would allow myself another to savor. And then, every single time, once I'd had one over the limit, I could rationalize one more over that, and then another and another and another. The promises I made to myself flew out the window; the fact that I was around coworkers or family that I didn't want to make an ass of myself in front of meant nothing; the need to get home at a reasonable hour and hold myself together enough to hide it from my spouse became something I'd deal with when I got to it.
And then I'd feel like shit the next morning, and for days afterwards, and I'd have to have a explanation for that, and I'd have to fight back the voice in my head telling me a little hair of the dog would set me right — because it would have — until the withdrawal finally passed.
And I'd never learn a thing from it. I'd repeat it all the next chance I got. And then I'd manufacture chances closer to each other so I wouldn't have to wait so long. And then I'd keep a couple cans on hand for the hangover. And eventually I was drinking all the time, drinking as medicine to treat the disease.
And something would happen and I'd check into a detox and dry out, and people would remind me what had happened all the times before, and that it would happen again if I opened the door to it, and all the prior knowledge and resolve in the world was meaningless; I'd tell myself there was a way to drink normally and that I'd figure it out, but it always went the same way.
And if I told this story in any roomful of addicts, I guarangoddamtee you it would be a sea of knowing, nodding heads. There's not a thing unusual about it. Because that's how addiction is. It just fucking is.
But like, my question is, why? Why should the goal be to have one drink instead of none? Who gains from that, besides the alcohol industry? Why would my life be better if I had one drink and then stopped, instead of just not starting?
I don't transform into a raving drunk if a single drop of alcohol passes my lips; I know because sometimes I forget my iced tea & lemonade bottle in the car for a couple of days, and when I take a swig I can tell it's fermented a little. That sip doesn't send me running to a package store, sure, but it does wake the addict voice in my head; I immediately start wondering how much I'd need to drink before I felt a little bit of a buzz; it does get me remembering what a buzz felt like, and when it does, I'm just grateful the idea holds zero appeal to me anymore.
Because I don't want to go Out again. If I go Out again, I'm not coming back from it. I won't be able to deal with letting down the people I care about, or the pain of detox, or the loss of faith in everything I learned getting sober. I just know it. So it's not fucking worth it. There's no single drink on earth that's worth it. Not when the risk of all the damage it could set in motion is so high.
It's not that addicts abuse drugs; drugs abuse addicts. And the goal of surviving an abusive relationship isn't "your partner only gets a little mean sometimes, and you have the tools to handle it." It's to get out of the relationship.
Fuck any other noise.
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4t0ruu · 11 hours ago
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“ SORRY, WHAT? ”
— where your longtime crush, phainon, hands you.. a boyfriend application?
· phainon x gn!reader .
NOTES: modern au, implied childhood friends to lovers, no use of pronouns for user, author needs coffee, enjoy.
youve known phainon for as long as you can remember, growing up together had you form a bond which was downright unbreakable. watching him grow taller was annoying, the way he started towering over everything and anything, i mean, you were tall, yes but his height was almost eldritch-like.
the closeness had made you gain feelings without even noticing, which,, you didnt think to be horrible at first.
although of course, those thoughts went straight to hell when you started noticing he hadnt shown any signs about the feelings being mutual.
it started getting mildly frustrating, every touch felt like a reminder, every loving gaze felt like a jab at your heart. and it didnt get better when he invited you out for a ‘date’.
“.. phainon, youve been digging holes in that menu for over thirty minutes now. didnt you suggest this place?” you nudged him in an attempt to get his attention, which. seemed to work.
“oh- right! im sorry, im just. uhm.. im trying to think on how to say this.” phainon responded quickly, stopping a few times to form his sentence correctly. he was hiding something. and your suspicions prove to be correct once you saw some neatly folded paper stapled together, which further deepened your curiosity.
“its .. an application, with all my qualities listed on it. please take a look..?” you were a bit taken aback, he hadnt mentioned any attempts at finding a proper job before.
“you idiot, you couldve just said that. alright ill take a look.” looking away from him, you focus on the sheets of paper. opening it to start reading.
alright, ‘official application for a boyfriend position—’
...
huh?
huh??
HUUH???
practically shooting your eyes over to him, you tilt your head, brows furrowing as you stare at him like he just confessed to murdering a family of 4.
“y..you.. sorry, what?”
phainon looks,, as dumb as he usually does, merely blinking. “is there a spelling error again? i thought i cleared them all, im sorry ...”
“what? no, nonono. you idiot, you absolute dumbfuck. i.. what is this??” you hold the top of the papers, brows knitted harder as you go back and forth between him and the sheet.
“ OFFICIAL BOYFRIEND APPLICATION. ”
Name: Phainon Age: 22 Height: 215cm
below those, all his qualities such as occupation, his earnings, skills in cleaning, cooking and whatever else you can think of were proudly displayed.
“do you.. have an issue? am i not up to your standards?” he was trying his best to hide it, but the way those puppy eyes appeared sadder as he slowly hunched down in uncertain defeat told you everything you needed to know. he was anxious, but holy fuck he liked you back. a little.. too much.
“i dont but,, seriously phai, two pages? what even was your thought process?” noticing how his little ahoge practically straightened itself up in joy, he showed you a fond smile and carried on.
“well i.. i didnt know if you liked me in a romantic setting and i .. i didnt want to accidentally put you in a bad spot.. but i wanted you to know of my skillset soidecidedonanapplicationand—”
“...”
“say something please..?”
“you fucking idiot. for someone who was the first in his class, you lack severe common sense.”
“... im sorry? did i do something?” there he was again, that stupid head tilt he does when stuck on something. does the thinking make more sense at a 45° angle? no one knows.
sigh.
“what im saying is. you.. you didnt need a whole fucking application. i like you too, my stupid puppy.”
— 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 .
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dadailybocch · 3 days ago
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evidence of kita being depressed?
WELL, aside from hearing it straight from the horse's mouth....or uh, Instagram post?
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There are other examples. But I'll try to get to the heart of it. 🤔
(I'm not much of a writer, bare with me .-.)
An aspect of Kitas character that is revealed almost immediately is that she doesn't have a whole lot of true self-worth. She knows she can mingle & get along with folks & make friends, but she feels like she's just sort of coasting rather than having any meaningful impact, both on herself & the people she meets. She gets along, but that's just it. She just goes along with the crowd because she's afraid she'll be left behind with no one & nothing otherwise.
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But even with her more extroverted, go-with-the-grain approach, I get the feeling that she still feels lonely even when she's around people. Kita knows that people generally like her, but she feels like no one really knows or loves her on a more personal level. And she blames herself for it quite a bit & downplays her own accomplishments as a result, more often than you'd initially think.
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As early as the chapter/episode where she debuts, she's very quick to talk down on herself about the way she handled trying to join the band the first time. And yeah she definitely made mistakes, but she's already at the "I don't deserve to show my face around these people after what I've done & I've shown I really can't trust myself at all" stage for something that got straightened out pretty quickly all things considered. Girl you are 16, it's gonna be okay 😭😭😭
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(The anime's version of this bit is really good, because her expression & tone when she says her goodbyes to them is the opposite of how it's presented here in the manga, her masking her sadness with some bittersweet enthusiasm & a sweet smile (on the surface). Shows that she's used to hiding how she really feels so that she doesn't make things painful or uncomfortable for others, even if you know she's eating away at herself on the inside.)
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This low self-worth, this feeling she has that she has nothing to truly offer anyone makes her quick to put herself at the center of her own blame & bail/run away before she causes any more friction, severing any connection before it festers even though she like, just got there? Which unfortunately only makes her further isolate herself, in a sense. She's trying for "fake it till you make it", but she feels like she's only good at the "faking" & not so much like she's really "making" anything of it.
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If Hitori hadn't stopped her from leaving the band behind that day, she probably would've left & never looked back, those 3 girls just another footnote in her book of regrets, another failure in her many attempts to make some sort of meaningful connection. All because she feels like she's failed before anything even starts. She trusts herself that little & is painfully self-aware of this. All of this.
And it makes me sad because Kita's good nature & kindness is very much The Real Deal. I think she's as upset about all this as she is because she's a loving person who wants to be loved, who wants to love life. But she's so hard on herself that she feels like even if she does end up being loved, she won't have nearly enough to give back in return. Which....well we know isn't really true, the girl's so much love to give it literally radiates out of her like she's goin Super Saiyan 🤣
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That's my sort of "general gist" of where I personally most of Kita's depression stems from. I didn't even get into her being a narrative foil to Hitori & how she (even still?) puts her on a pedestal. The Runaway arc shows that she took that "I'm gonna be good enough to support Hitori" to a level that.....well, a level I certainly didn't expect. Telling your highly-critical, conservative, public servant mother that you're going to completely abandon the idea of going to college & instead follow the path of some "dropout" to be in a rock & roll band is uhhhhhhhh........well, I can certainly say that Kitas got some real balls of steel sometimes 🤣
Oh God her mother, I didn't even get into how her mom's clearly kinda fucked her up in the head a bit.
BUT I'VE RAMBLED ENOUGH, I'll leave any additional commentary to The Experts, because there's certainly a lot more you could say about Kita's "darker" side, she's a fascinating character through & through. Thanks for reading if you did. 👍
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One more Very Normal Girl for the road 👍
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