#like that shitty scene in the notebook

[casser-starkling]

obsessed with how wet robb stark always is

[sugarwarachan]

driving you crazy

pairing: tsukishima kei x f!reader

summary: being in the same phd program as tsukishima kei was already the worst, and that was before you and the snarky bastard were tasked to teach the same class together. during a late-night run-in at the library, will things finally come to a head?

(note: reader writes smut on the side to make some extra money, since phd students barely make shit *sobs*)

content warnings: tsukki being a degrading lil shit *barks*, like so much sexual tension, slight exhibitionism (gettin' nasty in a library), slight angst, dry humping

word count: 2.1k (an anon ask turned into this, whoops!)

art credit: @Freaka_LoonyZ on x

You shouldn’t have kissed him.

Not even as a joke in the back of that shitty dive bar you’d taken him to because grading papers was making both of your eyes cross. But he’d looked so fucking handsome underneath the neon lights, sipping coolly at his beer, that you couldn't help dragging him by the collar into that alley and sucking his soul out through his mouth.

Fuck.

Staring down at the battered copy of Macbeth and your scattered pile of notes, you’re no closer to chasing him away from your thoughts than you had been the night before, achy and desperate in your bed.

Ever since you began your PhD program, Tsukishima Kei has been an ever-present pain in your ass. Sarcastic, flippant, and irresistibly intelligent in a way that makes your heart speed up every time you spar with him.

You hate him, perhaps just as much as you want him.

It's cowardly to hope he won't find you here, but you need to get work done, and the library feels like a good spot to avoid him in. He hates being around people, even when they're confined to calm spaces like this.

“You’re not hiding from me, are you?”

Of fucking course.

When you look up, he’s smirking, all self-assured arrogance while he leans against the library stacks. You want to strangle him and straddle him in equal parts.

“Why?" you snort, turning back to your notes. "Because of one kiss? You’re not that good, Tsukishima.”

(He is, though. You’ll be thinking about that kiss until you die.)

Maddeningly, he says nothing, only pulls out a chair and settles in across from you.

You really wish you could read him better, but the best course of action seems to be to shut your mouth and pretend you’re not affected. For a guy as detached as him, you think that’s the right choice.

“Have you eaten anything today?”

The fuck?

Looking up from the notebook you’re scribbling non-notes into, you see what appears to be concern on his face.

“Umm. Yeah.” You’re pretty sure you’re looking at him like lobsters sprouted out of his ears. He's never once asked about your well-being like this.

He nods. “Good. We did stay up late talking about Kantian ethics.”

That's certainly one way to boil down last night.

“And to think it came to blows only once,” you shoot back.

A small smile curves his lips before he takes out a book and some notes, seemingly content to start working on something.

Fine.

If he won’t bring up the kiss, neither will you.

Silence lapses, the only sound the scratching of pens on paper. You’re not sure how much time passes; it’s hard to be around Tsukishima for very long because of how much he seems to slow time for you.

You sneak a look and immediately wish you hadn’t, because you notice the edge of a sheet of folded paper and recognize notes you lost two weeks before.

Your entire body flashes cold.

You write down ideas all the time as they come to you. What can you say, you’ve got an actively flourishing sexual mind, which has helped tremendously in your choice of second income. Smut doesn’t just write itself.

But the last thing you want anyone to see, let alone Tsukishima, is a scene where you couldn’t stop picturing him as one of the participants…

You try not to let your thoughts race away from you. You can only imagine how much he’d tease you for it, how actively humiliating it would be to admit to Tsukishima fucking Kei that your fantasies more than often than not star him.

“You can’t be alright.”

“Excuse me?”

Golden-brown eyes confront you. He’s frowning.

Why the fuck can’t you lust over someone normal?

“You heard me.”

“There’s a book on Shakespeare and gender in the stacks I need to find,” you say, ignoring him and ignoring the fact that you already have that book sitting to your left.

He regards you carefully. Each second that ticks by, you know he’s weighing what to say. The hush of the library does nothing to calm the din in your chest, the awful racket of your heart furiously pounding behind your ribcage.

He smirks and waves a hand at the stacks. “By all means. “

Surrounded by a wall of books, you take a deep breath. It’s just as likely he hadn’t even seen the notes he’d accidentally snagged from you. All you have to do is get them back, right?

“You always deflect when you’re uncomfortable.”

Whirling around, you see Tsukishima leaning against the stacks like a Lothario in a Victorian play, and fuck, you must have it bad, because he actually looks good doing it.

“Might it have something to do with this?” He pulls out that folded-up sheet of paper, and you watch in horror as your notes literally unfold in front of you.

You know exactly what’s written there.

His eyes pin you in place and you feel like a bug wriggling on a cork board, helpless under his gaze.

“This is what’s bothering you.” He shakes the paper a little, like a master shaking a treat in front of a dog. “You didn’t want me to read it.”

Anger sparks in your chest. “Brilliant fucking solve, Sherlock.”

He glosses over the sarcasm and takes a step forward. You retreat one step back.

“Why didn’t you want me to read this?”

You stare at him, incredulous.

“Because it’s private, asshole.”

The look he gives you screams, Try again.

“Jesus fucking Christ, it’s a smut scene, Tsukishima. Do I really have to spell out why that would be awkward for you to read?”

“Why? Because you imagined me while you wrote it?” Condescension drips from his words. Below your navel, your insides pull taut.

“What makes you think that? Because I deigned to kiss you last night?” You’re flirting with fire and you know it. You lean in, and so does he. “Come on, Tsukishima, you’re gonna have to do better than that. Where’s your hard evidence that I think about you like that at all?”

His eyes flash, and a near-feral smile splits his face.

He taps the side of the paper.

“Because you wrote this.”

And there, in small, nearly-smudged writing, are the words: Stop picturing Tsukki.

Blood pools in your cheeks. There’s no way he’s going to let you live this down, not ever.

You finally notice the red ink in the margins, his own annotations littering the page underneath your imaginings.

“Did you make fucking critiques?”

His laugh is so immediate it startles you. “I think you might call them suggestions.”

He’s close now, his hip nudging yours back along the books. Spines dig into your shoulder blades.

“If you’re fucking with me right now—"

One hand settles next to your head.

“One word, y/n,” his breath ghosts over your temple. “One word, and this stops.”

The rational part of your brain considers the consequences of messing around with someone in the same program, let alone someone like Tsukishima.

The rational part of your brain doesn’t answer.

“I don’t want this to stop.”

Exhaling sharply, he takes a step forward, his body now completely aligned with yours. You suppress the small moan climbing up your throat.

You were right, damn it to hell. This already feels better than most things you’ve ever done: your back curved against the books, the musty smell of paper, Tsukishima’s shirt shifting with yours.

One hand possessively cups your jaw.

“In that scene you wrote, were you picturing yourself?”

“Does it matter?”

His eyebrows rise. “Does it matter? How do you ground yourself in the scene if you don’t picture the characters?”

It’s an obvious taunt, but as you stare at the hollow of his throat, all you can think about is the fact that he smells warm and spicy, and you want to lick the column of his neck and wipe that fucking smirk off his dumb, handsome face.

You want him to be as affected by this situation as you are.

“If you tell me why you wrote all over the scene, I’ll tell you.”

He exhales. “You drive a hard bargain.”

“The hardest.”

He presses a knee between your thighs, spreading your legs apart. Without thinking, you grind your core down onto him, brain firing as soon as the pressure on your clit increases.

His hand grips down hard on your hip as he pulls you close, whispering furiously in your ear. "I read over this scene a hundred fucking times and I added what I would do. That’s what those notes are.”

Pleasure spreads over your chest; you barely remember your promise. 

“I pictured myself. In that scene. I pictured you watching another man fuck me until you stepped in and showed him how it’s done.”

Tsukishima makes a noise like a whimper and a groan in his throat. His head falls forward on the stack, right next to yours. “Goddamnit, y/n.”

He presses his thigh more insistently against you, hand near to bruising on your hip. 

“Did that not figure in your notes?” you ask, fisting your hands in his shirt, greedy for him to touch you more.

With strength that makes your pussy clench, he picks you up by the waist and drags your core along his leg. You can feel how wet you are, the slide of your cunt slippery in your underwear.

And we’ve barely done anything, a giddy part of your brain whispers.

“If it was real, no one else would be able to make you cum like I could," he's saying, voice low. "But I bet you’d love to see them try, wouldn’t you, sweetheart? Fuck them in front of me until your sloppy pussy needs me to step in and fuck you like the little whore you are.”

His words travel from your ear down to your clit, and a low ache twists in your gut. You fall forward onto his chest, hands twisting around his shirt collar.

You're already climbing toward release with each slide of your core against his thigh.

“Please, Tsukki.” A whine erupts in your throat. “Please. Fuck, I’m so close.”

He doesn't even entertain your implied suggestion. “You’ll come on my thigh, y/n, I know you can. I can feel how much of a mess you’re making through your jeans. How wet would you be if I pulled those off?”

“Take them off and find out," you pant into his skin.

His hands deftly shuck your jeans down your legs, just enough to expose your underwear. You should feel ridiculous riding a man’s thigh in the back of a library stack with your pants around your knees, but you can’t be damned to care.

Fingertips trace over your pussy, outlining the lips through the cotton of your underwear. He skims a thumb over your clit.

“You’ve ruined these.” He sounds delighted.

“Fucking take them off, Tsukishima, for fuck’s sake.” You’re begging, and you hate it, but at this point, you’d do anything to feel his touch on your bare skin.

“No,” he says softly, tempering the denial with a kiss to your temple. “You’ll finish like this.”

You’re glad your face is pressed against him. This way he can't see how affected you are, how every time he drags you against his thigh, you practically drown in pleasure.

Little gasps and pleas fall from your lips, muffled against his chest. One more drag and you cum violently, your hips chasing after your orgasm with such intensity you feel like you’re floating.

You come down slowly, ears ringing. You're pretty sure you hear Tsukishima talking to you, but the only thing drifting through your mind is that you haven’t cum like that in years, and of course it’s with the man you can’t stop thinking about, for better or for worse.

You look down and take in your soaked underwear, the damp stain on his trousers.

He hands you back the notes and helps you right yourself on shaky legs.

Somehow, this feels more intimate than anything you've done with him so far. His hands are calloused and strong, and you want to hold onto him a little longer.

The thought jolts you, and before you can stop it, the words are out.

"This was a mistake."

And what takes you aback is not that Tsukishima agrees with you, but that he looks almost sad when he does.

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[wispitty]

(short reacts) | "you had a shitty day and need a hug" + one piece men

summary: you're having a shit day and stomp up to them, no words, no context and just hug them.

characters: crocodile, mihawk, marco, ace, shanks, law, corazon

CROCODILE

He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t speak.

Just sets his cigar down and pulls you in tighter—his hook braced on the small of your back while the other gently cradles your head.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs.

He doesn’t ask what’s wrong. Not yet.

He just lets you breathe. And protects you like you’re the last warm thing in a world gone cold.

Later? He’ll send Mr. 1 to find out what made you feel like this. And if it's a person? Hoo boy.

MIHAWK

You crash into his chest. He stiffens for half a second—then one arm comes up around your back, steady and strong.

His other hand goes to your hair, slow and quiet, fingers running through the strands like he’s counting breaths.

“Bad day?” You nod. “Then take your time.”

He stands there with you. No rush. Just silence, wine-scented warmth, and you being safely pressed into the strongest man you know.

MARCO

You stomp up. He sees you coming.

You don’t speak. You just wrap your arms around him, head in his chest.

He’s already hugging you back.

“Hey, hey. I got you, sweetheart.”

His voice is gentle. His hand moves in soothing circles on your back.

“You don’t gotta talk. Just breathe with me.”

You melt into him. He smells like ocean breeze and clean cotton.

The rest of the world? Doesn’t exist anymore.

ACE

You slam into his chest. Hard. He stumbles back, blinking.

“Whoa—hey, hey, what happened?!”

You don’t answer.

You just bury your face into him.

And without thinking, he wraps his arms around you. Tight. Protective.

“You don’t have to say anything. I’m right here, okay? I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

He’s warm—literally. His heartbeat under your ear is fast. He’s worried. But he lets you cry. Lets you cling.

And whispers dumb jokes later to make you laugh through the tears.

SHANKS

You crash into him mid-convo with someone else.

He immediately goes quiet.

His hand comes up to cradle the back of your head.

“I'm here, baby. I'm here.”

He doesn’t make a scene. Doesn’t tease.

Just holds you, his chin resting on your head, as he rubs slow, grounding circles between your shoulders.

And he returns to his conversation with you in his arms like it's the most natural thing in the world.

Later he’ll ask, softly, when you’re ready.

But for now? He lets you take everything you need from him.

LAW

You latch onto him. No warning. No explanation.

He freezes. Brow furrows. He looks down at you—

And something shatters in his guarded little heart.

His arms come around you. Stiff at first. Then tighter.

You open your mouth to say something, but he interjects.

“…Don't. Don’t talk. Don't move. Just stay put.”

It sounds like an order.

But it’s not. It’s him saying, “Let me be your shelter, just this once.”

He doesn’t speak again. He just holds you longer than you expected.

And you feel safe.

CORAZON

You cling to him like he’s a lifeline. No words.

He reacts immediately. Wraps his coat around you. Holds you so close you can’t even tell where you end and he begins.

You feel him press a kiss to the top of your head.

No notebook.

No scribbled jokes.

Just silence and the warmth of someone who would give you his whole heart without asking for anything back.

And when you finally look up, tear-stained and small?

He’s smiling.

Because you came to him. And he's always be here for you.

[jayniks]

SEX NOTE (s.jy)

Your friend is jealous that, thanks to the book that HE gave you, you no longer pay attention to him, so he writes to you in that notebook in a fit of jealousy.

WC . 4,0k

PAIRING . childhoodfriend!jake x afab!reader

WARNINGS . smut (mdni), jealousy, Jay showing up, rudeness, Jay bothering you at first, awkwardness, Jake butting into your room.

SMUT WARNINGS . oral sex (f receiving), lots of kisses, assjob(idk if it's called that), manhandling, spanking, voyeurism (kinda), creampie.

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Maybe it was a mistake coming home early, after all, no one wants to watch their childhood friend get fucked, specifically not jerk off to it either. Well, Jake is a nobody. He froze as he watched you get fucked from behind, though you two seemed pretty busy since you didn’t see or hear him come in. Jake would be lying if he said he didn’t just keep watching and spy on you.

The tent in his pants grew with every second he spent looking at you. Yeah, maybe you weren't moaning HIS name but something similar, so his imagination did the rest thinking you were saying it. He brought his hand inside his pants to 'caress' himself, thus releasing some tension that was coming from there. His palm ran up and down, applying pressure in certain places, feeling bigger with each squeeze. God, what a pervert.

Jake's heart raced as he unzipped his pants, the soft fabric rustling against his fingers, stirring up his lust, but also his guilt. He couldn't help but feel guilty for spying on and nearly pleasuring himself with his childhood friend and roommate. "This is wrong," he thought, "but damn it feels so good."

He leaned back on the doorknob just enough to peek out and see the scene I described in my previous post (lol, self-promotion??? Yeah) while he unzipped his pants quietly enough to not be heard, although I don't think anyone was going to hear him with how loud your moans were.

Well, I won't digress any further, Jake guided his thumb and index finger delicately from the base to the tip to wrap them around where it started. He proceeded to wrap the rest of his hand around what was left of the shaft to begin his downward and upward movements on his member, almost in rhythm with Jay's thrusts. His imagination was in charge of making his movements resemble those of your partner to fantasize that it was HIM who was fucking you.

Jake's breathing came in ragged gasps with each rhythmic stroke, matching the erotic sounds from the next room. His mind raced, imagining every position his friend was in would be him doing it, fueling the fire of desire burning within him. "I'm being selfish," he thought, guilt eating away at him as he continued to pleasure himself, though the guilt wasn't enough to keep his hand away from his cock. With each movement Jake felt himself getting closer to his release, he could feel the tension in his balls, a sensation that spread throughout his groin like wildfire. With a sharp inhale and biting down on his fist, a hot stream erupted from the tip of his twitching member. His body shuddered, feeling weak and spent as he finally calmed down.

After that, Jake's chest heaved as he caught his breath. He felt a mix of relief and embarrassment, his gaze fixed on the door to the next room. 'Holy shit's' echoed in his mind, his hand still wrapped around his exhausted member. I think the post-nut clarity hit him hard enough that he ran out grabbing things off the floor and leaving the apartment.

Shitty book, this was all his fault. Well, technically it was his fault, he had given the book to his friend after finding it on the floor, he could have kept it himself and been the one to stick it up to whoever crossed his mind, but he preferred to give it to his best friend... oh, that sounds like jealousy. Although Jake obviously wasn't jealous, no no. If he was jealous, would he have a problem with using the notebook he found himself? Perhaps—

Ding!

This gave him an idea, it was like for the first time in a long time he was thinking with his cock and his brain at the same time. He went back to his shared apartment and sat on the couch waiting for his friend in silence, after all, it was his right as the 'owner' of the notebook.

It didn't take you long to go downstairs to get a glass of water, although of course, it took you a while to get down the stairs without staggering. When you turned around you saw Jake sitting on the couch with a playful look on his face, you were about to ask why he was there when he spoke first — "I bought the wrong ticket, at the end it was for next week, although I arrived a little tired, what about you?", smiling with a mischief unknown to you. You couldn't help but frown at his answer. Something in his tone made you hesitate, but your body was too sore to think clearly. The throbbing pain in your gut and the small temblors in your legs made anything, even a conversation with Jake, seem like a monumental task.

“Are you sure it was a mistake?” you asked hoarsely, surprising yourself with how you said it, so you brought a hand to your forehead to pretend your state was due to something more. He shrugged, smiling with the same carefree expression as always while fiddling with the hem of his jacket. “Well, let’s just say I wanted to spend some time with you too. Is that wrong?”

It took a few seconds for your mind to process his words. Something in his tone, in his smile, made you feel a pang of unease, but the pain in your muscles clouded any attempt at analysis. — "Jake, I'm not in the mood for jokes. I feel horrible, I feel like I'm overwhelmed." He let out a small laugh and stood up from the chair with an almost rehearsed movement. — "You know what would help you? Going out for some fresh air. A short walk. I swear it feels like magic for your overwhelm."

You leaned against the doorway to the kitchen, eyes narrowed. “I don’t even have the strength to go down the stairs, much less go outside.” Jake approached with slow, almost calculated steps. He placed a hand on your shoulder, and although the gesture seemed friendly, there was something in his gaze that you couldn’t decipher. “Trust me, okay? Just a few minutes outside, and I promise that when you come back you’ll feel better. Besides, I can prepare something in the meantime.”

The convincing tone in his voice, mixed with your exhaustion, made you let your guard down a bit. Maybe you did need some fresh air, or at least a few minutes away from the world you had created in your room. With a heavy sigh and no energy left to argue, you accepted his proposal. Jake helped you put on a light jacket, making sure to arrange it carefully on your shoulders.

— "Just a few minutes," you promised, as you slipped on your shoes, swaying slightly. He held your arm with unexpected gentleness, smiling a smile that seemed sincere. — "Exactly, don't strain yourself too much. I'll be here waiting when you get back." You saw him open the door with an almost theatrical gesture, bowing slightly as if you were a queen crossing a threshold. Despite the pain in and out your body, you let out a soft laugh. Jake stood in the doorway, watching you disappear down the street with a relaxed expression... until you were far enough away.

He closed the door with a soft click, and all the kindness on his face vanished. His eyes took on a calculating gleam, and his lips curved into a half-smile. Wasting no time, he ran for the stairs, taking them two steps at a time until he reached your room. When he opened the door, he was met with the chaos you’d expect after fucking. The bed was unmade, with the sheets hanging almost to the floor, as if someone had fought a battle, only instead of blood it was other fluids. A nightstand was cluttered with napkins, string, and candy wrappers. The desk on the other side was just as chaotic: a crumpled pile of papers, a carelessly closed laptop, and a couple of uncapped pens rolling off the edge.

On the shelf, between books and small stuffed animals, there were albums and boxes that looked like they had been put up in a hurry. Some posters of your favorite singers adorned the walls, slightly crooked, as if they had been put up a long time ago and no one had bothered to adjust them. On the floor, clothes lay in piles; some items still looked clean, but others clearly needed to be torn off in a hurry. Oh freaky you.

Jake moved quickly, checking every corner. He started with the desk, picking up papers and moving the laptop carefully. Nothing. He frowned and moved to the nightstand, opening drawers and rummaging impatiently. Nope, also nothing. Finally, his eyes landed on the bed. “Sure, the usual one,” he muttered to himself, pulling back the sheets and searching through the folds. It took him a few minutes, but he finally found what he was looking for: the black notebook. The Sex Note. He held it in his hands, looking at it like it was a newly won trophy. His fingers slid across the cover, caressing the letters etched into it.

— “So here it was…” — he sighed, letting a grim smile cross his face. His eyes shone with a mix of triumph and darkness. The kind expression he had shown you before vanished completely, replaced by something much more sinister. He opened the notebook slowly, flipping through the first few pages as a barely contained laugh escaped his throat. His mind was already beginning to make plans, he coul keep the notebook permanently- IS THAT THE NAME OF HIS FAVOURITE SINGER? — "Damn, Heeseung? I guess you really wanted your 'y/n' moment," he whispered to himself, closing the notebook with a thud and staring at the door, as if he could see you there, vulnerable and defenseless. He knew that tonight would be the start of something much bigger... probably.

You returned home after a long walk, feeling much better. The fresh air had cleared your mind and soothed your headache, though you still felt slightly dizzy. As you opened the door, the warm aroma of food enveloped you like a comforting welcome. Jake was in the kitchen, stirring something in a pan. Hearing you enter, he looked up and gave you a smile that seemed too perfect, almost as if he had been rehearsing it. — "You’re just in time. I thought some hot food would do you good.” You blinked, surprised by the gesture. “You cooking? Since when are you so considerate?”

He chuckled softly, serving the contents of the pan onto two plates. “Don’t get used to it. I’m just being a good friend.” You sat down at the table as he placed a plate of rice and stir-fried chicken in front of you, accompanied by hot tea. Even though you didn’t have much of an appetite, you decided to eat, silently thanking him for the effort he had made.

Silence filled the room, interrupted only by the sound of silverware and the news on the television. A female voice said in a serious tone, “Singer Lee Heeseung, known for his outstanding career, has reported feeling unwell over the past few days. Close sources say the artist also mentioned experiencing a strange episode of memory loss, stating, “It’s like I forgot an entire day.”

Your fingers paused on your fork, and you felt a strange pang of nervousness in your chest. You looked at the screen, but it didn’t show any more details. The news quickly changed to another topic, but you couldn’t get that information out of your head. Jake, on the other hand, continued eating calmly. Well, at least until you heard him laugh. It was a low, almost restrained sound, as if he was trying not to let it out completely. You looked up at him, frowning. “What are you laughing at?” you asked, puzzled.

He lowered his fork, still covering his mouth as if to hold back his laughter, though he couldn't quite hide the malice in his expression. — "Nothing, nothing..." —he answered at first, but his tone only made you feel more uneasy. You set the fork down on the table with a soft thud, looking directly at him. Finally, he looked up at you, and though his smile was still on his face, his eyes had a gleam that you couldn't interpret.

— "You'll understand in a few hours." His answer left you silent. A feeling of unease ran through you like a chill, but Jake simply resumed his food, as if he hadn't just said something that left you with more questions than answers.

The awkwardness lingered as they finished eating in silence. Jake, acting surprisingly helpful, stood up first and began clearing away the plates. “Leave it, I’ll wash them,” he said with a carefree smile, taking everything over to the sink. You hesitated for a moment, but eventually relented. “Okay, thanks…” you mumbled, still distracted by what had just happened at the table.

Taking advantage of the fact that he was busy, you decided to quickly go up to your room. Your head was still reeling from the feeling that something wasn't right. When you opened the door, a shock ran through you from head to toe: the mess was even worse than when you had left it. Clothes that had previously been piled up in a corner were now thrown all over the floor; the papers on your desk were more jumbled than ever, some had even fallen to the floor; and the sheets on your bed were wrinkled in a way you didn't remember leaving them.

Someone had been there.

Your heart began to pound as your eyes darted around the room. That’s when you remembered: the notebook. You ran to the bed, frantically searching through the sheets and pillows. Then you moved to the desk, throwing papers to the floor in search of the one item that couldn’t be missing. Panic grew with every corner you searched without success. When you stopped, out of breath, your gaze drifted to the wall next to your desk. There, stuck in a disturbing order, were two post-its. You frowned as you moved closer to read them.

The first one said in large, clear letters:

"You're fucked."

The second, just below, added:

"Literally."

You froze for a moment. Those had Jay’s signature on them. No like, he had literally put his signature in the corner of the 2nd note. You shook your head, trying to calm yourself, and reached out to rip the post-its off the wall, but a sound behind you stopped you. “Did you find what you were looking for?” Jake’s voice, soft and controlled, echoed from the doorway. You turned immediately, feeling the air grow thicker. Jake was there, leaning against the door frame with an expression that was a mix of amusement and something darker. In his hands, he held the black notebook.

Your heart skipped a beat. “Is this what you were so worried about?” he asked calmly, lifting the notebook just a little for emphasis. His smile was unsettling, almost mocking, and his eyes seemed to watch you with an intensity that made you feel naked. You didn’t know what to answer. You just stood there, paralyzed, as Jake slowly entered the room, closing the door behind him.

Jake tossed the notebook towards you in a casual motion, as if it were any ordinary notebook. The black object landed on the mattress right in front of you, and though you wanted to remain calm, your hands shook slightly as you reached for it. “Read it,” he ordered, his tone firm, but with a hint of mischievous amusement. You frowned, your gaze alternating between him and the notebook. Reluctantly, you opened it, your eyes scanning the words written in impeccably neat handwriting:

"Exactly at 21:28, (____) will be in her room, nervous about hearing news about heeseung, and then start feeling inexplicably hot".

You paused, feeling your face begin to heat up. You forced yourself to look at Jake, who now had a grin so wide that his eyes seemed to sparkle with pure mischief.

— "What does this mean?" you asked, your voice coming out more breathy than you would have liked. Jake shrugged, taking a couple of steps towards you as he shoved his hands into his pockets. — "It means exactly what you read," he replied matter-of-factly. "You just have to wait, right?" His tone was light, but there was something in his expression that made you feel like you were being part of a game whose true terms you didn't know.

Just like how it was described, your body temperature began to rise, especially in the middle of your thighs. You tried to cover it up by sitting up on the bed, but your best friend sat down next to you. He leaned in just slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. You could feel the weight of his gaze, as if he was stripping away every thought you were trying to hide. “Are you going to keep pretending you don’t know what’s going on?” he murmured, his voice deep and almost hypnotic. The distance between you both seemed to shrink with every word, and even though you wanted to move, something kept you anchored in place.

“W-what are you doing?” you asked in a whisper, air escaping your lips as your eyes locked with his. “Using the notebook I found, what else?” he replied with an eerie calm, his words accompanied by a smile that seemed to hold more secrets than you were prepared to hear. His hand slid gently down your cheek, and though you wanted to pull away, you found yourself unable to move, trapped by the intensity of his gaze. Your breathing became ragged, and before you could even process what you were doing, your fingers closed around his, guiding him in a movement that lit a dangerous spark in his eyes.

The change in his expression was almost imperceptible, but when his lips found yours, they did so with a softness that took you by surprise. The kiss was slow, almost reverent, but every movement of his mouth against yours carried an unspoken promise, one that you felt in every fiber of your being.

A soft sigh escaped you as his hands found your waist, laying you down with a gentleness that contrasted with the intensity you felt growing in the air. When his lips left yours, a momentary chill took over you, but it was replaced by the heat of his kisses descending down your neck, each one leaving an invisible mark that seemed to burn into your skin. The brush of his face against the fabric of your shirt made your breathing stop for an instant. Everything about him seemed calculated, but also inevitable, as if each of his movements were written in advance... oh right, he wrote them.

Even though his kisses felt like heaven and you loved feeling like a delicate doll, there was a part of you that was calling out to him, that was crying out for him. You leaned on his shoulders and applied a little pressure to get him to move down, eliciting a playful giggle from him, granting your request. He kissed the band of your panties before pulling them back with his mouth, a gesture that made you giggle softly and then caress his cheek, a laugh that turned into a breathy sigh when his tongue came into contact with your clit. You threw your head back as his head moved closer to your core, kissing and sucking on everything he could.

You felt his gaze even though you couldn't keep your eyes open for long. Jake felt this as approval to stick two of his fingers inside you while he sucked on your clit, making you scream even louder than you already were. Your sounds and movements only made Jake smile more, who couldn't hide it, nor could he hide the sighs of satisfaction he let out every time he swallowed a bit of your essence, which made him look like a prisoner enjoying his last meal.

It didn't take you long to reach your climax with all the effort your friend was putting into it, and boy was it a powerful orgasm, because you tried to push him away complaining that "it was too much", but he buried himself further into your cunt until you couldn't take it anymore and you released, wetting his face and almost drowning him a bit in the process, despite him insisting that he didn't want to pull away.

You sigh deeply, your breathing still ragged from the intense orgasm you just had. You gently caress Jake’s cheeks, looking into his eyes with a mix of satisfaction and desire. “That didn’t seem scripted,” you whisper with a mischievous smile on your lips. Pulling him close, you kiss him passionately, savoring your own taste in his mouth. Jake kisses you back with the same intensity, pulling you closer to his body, making your tongues dance together as if they already knew each other.

His hands begin to explore your body eagerly, caressing every curve and corner. He stops especially at your ass, squeezing and massaging your buttocks with desire, he gently pinches your skin feeling the silky texture of your flesh. "You are fucking delicious" — Jake says as he breaks away from the kiss, a mischievous smile on his lips, — "I love your ass, it's perfect," he growls in a hoarse voice of desire. "I want to see it closer" — he sighs as his hands guide your body until you are forced to get on all fours for him, exposing your ass in all its splendor. "You are a goddess, (___), I could admire this ass forever" - Jake murmurs, giving you a soft spank that echoes in the room.

You smirk as you move back a little to rub your ass against his clothed erection, biting your lip when you hear his ragged breathing as his hands caress your waist. Jake wastes no time in freeing himself from his imprisonment called “clothes”, throwing his top away and kicking the pants and boxers off somewhere in the mess of your room.

He gives his member a few pumps before sliding it between your wet lips. “Are you afraid to put it in?” you say in a mocking tone accompanied by a giggle that is soon cut off by a thrust. God, you felt every vein on his member at the same time as the sponginess of his tip. Nothing but needy moans and the occasional babble that you didn’t even understand came out of your mouth.

"What happened?" — Jake asked, although more than a question it was a mockery, — "come on, mock me again" he almost spat as he gave slow but deep thrusts. "Is that what you want Jakey? For me to m-mock you?" — You laughed softly, answering him with what little of your mind you had left just to tease him. You began to move your hips a little to feel more friction, which was a serious mistake since it made Jake hit the exact angle that made you scream and left your legs shaking. "There? You like it there? Shit, you're squeezing me so good, you're doing it so well" — he pants as he tries to keep the rhythm that allows him to hit your spot. What a gentleman.

You tried to tell him you were close but all you could do was mumble 'i'm's, though Jake understood, lowering one of his hands from your hip to your clit where he drew slow circles on it, a complete contrast to the thrusts he was giving you. It wasn't long before you were soaking his member with your release.

It wasn't long before your friend followed suit and spilled inside you, giving a few extra thrusts to make sure he had emptied himself.

You both stayed in that position, trying to control your breathing to calm down a bit.

The silence was broken when Jake sighed — "So, round 2?"

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[lnfours]

focal point ☆ chapter 2 | l.n

summary: you’re running out of time to start your project and lando’s really trying to get you to agree to his ultimatum, despite your constant disagreeing.

warnings: art student!reader, best friend/college student!oscar, college student!lando, slight enemies to lovers!au, slight grumpy!lando x sunshine!reader, banter per usual, kind of shitty writing, and some more setting the scene.

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the sunlight shone in through the tall windows of the library as you scribbled in your notebook. highlighters and pens scattered across the table, laptop sitting in front of you with a list of assignments you needed to get done this week.

the headphones on your head helped block out any noise from the outside world, free of any distractions from the other students in the upstairs portion of the large building. however, they also drowned out the noise of footsteps approaching behind you.

a tap on your shoulder almost sent you flying out of your seat, turning around and tugging an ear cuff off to be met with green eyes and brown, floppy, messy curls that clearly had endured the wind outside. you immediately sighed, “what do you want, norris?”

“well beings you left me on read,” he wore that stupid, signature smirk that you really just wanted to wipe off his face, “i figured i’d come to you with the proposal in person.”

“has anyone told you how insufferable you are?”

he pulled the chair out from across the table, dropping his backpack to the floor before leaning back in the wooden chair, “no, they’re usually telling me i’m irresistible,”

“their standards must be pretty low.”

he shrugged, watching as you closed the lid of your laptop, placing the pen that once had been in your hand down on the lined paper. if there was one thing you knew about lando norris, other than the fact that he was undoubtedly annoying, he was also stubborn as fuck.

“let me get this right,” you started, “you want to be my model for my project so that in return i help you in econ, right?”

“yeah,” he said, “you scratch-“

“‘i scratch your back, you scratch mine’, yeah, whatever,” you said, “here’s my question, why don’t you just go to the tutoring center for help? like everyone else?”

“because i know you,” he said, “and because there’s a long ass waitlist for a tutor.”

“maybe you should’ve went earlier in the semester,” you shrugged.

“wasn’t failing the course til now,” he had an answer for everything, didn’t he?

“look, you’re running out of time to find someone for your little painting, and i’m one test score away from having to take the class again and miss graduation in the spring. why don’t we just be civil for the next month or so, help each other out, and then we can go back to hating each other as much as you’d like.”

maybe he had a point. you were running out of time to get started and despite your best efforts in not trying to feel bad for him, you kind of did. econ was a hard course, even you had struggled with it last semester. and you really didn’t want to be the reason why he misses graduation if you didn’t help him.

it wasn’t really that bad of an ultimatum, surely it could’ve been worse. it’s not like you were going to fall in love with him or anything.

“alright, fine,” you said, making him smile and cheer silently, “but, we‘re doing things my way.”

he put his hands up in fake surrender, “whatever you say,”

you began packing your things into your bag, “can we start tonight?”

“yeah, my last class ends at six. ‘m free after,”

“sounds good,” you said, “i’ll text you which building and floor is mine.”

he nodded, that stupid smirk popping up on his face again, “it’s a date then.”

you scoffed, throwing your bag over your shoulder before calling over your shoulder, “definitely not!”

you got back to your apartment, throwing your keys onto the kitchen counter before spotting your roommate, lily, on the couch. an episode of the show she had been trying to convince you to watch on the tv, but her head leaned back to smile at you softly.

“how was the library?”

you hummed, rummaging in the fridge before grabbing a water bottle from it, “it was fine until the devil showed up.”

she laughed softly, “‘the devil?’”

“yeah,” you plopped down next to her, “remember the guy i was telling you about the other day? oscar’s roommate who asked me to tutor him in exchange for being my model for the project?”

she hummed, “yeah, what did he just show up?”

“unfortunately. i think oscar must’ve mentioned to him that i go to the library on fridays to work on assignments. the guy literally tracked me down to convince me to agree to his plan in person because i left him on read the other night.”

she laughed softly, “gotta give it to him, at least he’s committed,”

“to getting on my nerves? oh, one hundred percent.”

“i mean, at least he’s offering to help you too,” she said, “plus, is he really all that bad?”

“just wait til you meet him,” you mumbled, “what’re your plans for tonight?”

she looked at the time on her phone, “after this episode i’m gonna start getting ready to head to the cafe. promised someone i’d meet them tonight,”

you wiggled your eyebrows, bumping her shoulder, “ooh, is it that cute guy from your chemistry class who you won’t shut up about?”

“one, i do shut up about him,” she sent you a pointed look but her face broke out into a small smile shortly after, “and two, maybe, who knows?”

“lils this is great!” you smiled, “i told you, he’s definitely into you!”

“i hope so. part of me wants to believe you, but the other part is telling me he just said ‘yes’ out of pity.”

“well then he clearly doesn’t know what he’s missing out on if he did,” you stood from the couch, “wear that black long sleeve you have, you look hot in it.”

“i hate you,” she laughed as you ventured to your room, heading to start setting up the things you needed for tonight.

“no you don’t!” you giggled back.

you made your way into your room and gathered all the supplies you were going to need in order to start your project tonight. humming along to a tune that was stuck in your head, you glanced at the clock and realized that time had passed a little quicker than you had thought.

lando should be here any minute.

and as if right on queue, you heard lily’s voice through the apartment, “y/n, lando’s here!”

you made your way to the living room where he was standing talking to lily, backpack still on his shoulders. he sported a backwards cap over his curls with a black hoodie and grey sweatpants to match. little curls peeked out from underneath the hat and-

why were you subtly checking him out?

“okay well you guys have fun,” lily smiled softly, “i’m heading out. it was nice meeting you, lando! i’ll see you guys later!”

her voice brought you back to the present tense, lando bidding her a soft smile and a wave, “nice meeting you, too!”

“bye! good luck!” you called back, causing her to let out a chuckle and a playful eye-roll as she headed out the door.

“so,” he said after a beat of silence, following as you led him to your room, “what is it that you need me to do?”

you grabbed your sketchbook from your desk as he sat at the edge of the bed, “you can do whatever you want as long as you’re still enough for me to be able to come up with a draft.”

“sounds good,”

“good, let’s get this whole thing over with, yeah?”

[rosenclaws]

Would you Fall in Love with Me Again (Alternate) || Worst!Logan x Reader

I will fall in love with you over and over again I don't care how, where, or when No matter how long it's been, you're mine

warnings: angst to fluff, description of violence, Wade being wade, he calls you princess

wc: 2.5k

a/n: This is the alternate plot to the other fic I wrote of the same name. You can find that here! I just really liked both plots and I think this turned out pretty good :) This is also 1k words more than the other one idk what happened there lol

Logan was having a really shitty day. All he wanted was to get drunk but some asshole in red spandex decided to come and ruin his day. Now he's sitting in someone's fucking hideout with no hope of getting out of this hell hole. At least there's booze here.

"You always take shit that doesn't belong to you?" He growls as he takes another chug.

"Fuck off." He turns to berate the unknown voice but stops dead in his tracks.

He sobers up real fucking quick as he takes in the figure before him. Without thinking your name slips from his lips. It feels so foreign coming from him. He hasn't said your name in years.

"Logan?" You take a step forward, could this really be him? No...I can't.

Your Logan would never be caught dead in that uniform. He refused to wear it, no matter how much you begged him to wear it. But this man, he just felt so familiar.

“Thor!” Your attention snaps to the other man in red.

As the commotion begins you slip back into the shadows. You don’t bother to listen to whatever nonsense is coming from the guy in red. Laura brought them here.

You knew she had a Logan, just like you. Except her Logan died. You didn’t know he could. It made you think about your Logan. They sounded pretty similar. Mean, angry, drunk. But had that softer side almost no one else saw but a select few. Your eyes land on the Wolverine standing by Red.

He hasn’t taken his eyes off of you. Maybe this was him. You want it to be him, but that little glimmer of hope refuses to shine. What if its not. You can’t lose him again. You think back to that night. That awful night.

He was going off to the bars again and you all asked him to stay. You begged him for one night to stay home with the team, with you. But he walked away. It was the dead of night when you heard them. You had been waiting for Logan to come home when you heard the footsteps and the shouting.

In a blink of an eye everything was gone. Friends dead. Mansion destroyed. You had fought back as best you could but they killed everyone. Everyone except you. You don’t know how or why you survived but apart of you wished you hadn’t. Then your thoughts drifted to Logan. What would happen when he came home? What if they had gotten to him too?

Before you could even think of finding him. Some assholes in these weird suits showed up. Zapping you with some thing and sending you here. Its been a long time since then. The void was your home now and these people were your family. Every day you wished you could go back to your world, find your Logan. But it seems he might have been brought back to you.

“I know this movie is R rated but if you two could keep the eye fucking to a minimum that would be great.” Red pipes up.

“Shut the fuck up.” Both you and Logan say. Glaring at the loudmouth man.

“Aww how cute, twining!.” He coos at Logan who raises his fist, ready to stick three claws right into his face. Red lets out a shriek and runs to hide behind you.

“What the fuck?” You ask as he peeks over your shoulder.

“Sorry honey bunches but I’m not ready to go another round with peanut over there so you’re my human shield.” You raise your eyebrow at Logan who puts away his claws.

“Fucking coward.” He stares at you before shaking his head and leaving.

“How rude, you think he’s be happy to see you and we’d get one of those notebook pride and prejudice style romance scenes.” He says before leaving you alone.

Seemingly unaware of the bomb he had dropped on you. A plan forms but you don’t pay any mind. So this is him. That is your Logan. He’s so different. Sure he was never the nicest man but he just seemed, broken now. Like all hope and love had been drained from his mind. Leaving only rage in its wake.

As night falls you see him outside, drinking by the fire. Laura sits with him. You wonder what it’s like for her to see him. If it was as jarring for her as it feels for you. Slowly you walk outside, not wanting to interrupt their conversation. Catching only a few words here and there. When Laura leaves he calls out.

“Whoever you think I am, you got the wrong guy.” She turns, catching your gaze for a moment before looking back at him.

"You were always the wrong guy." As she walks away you slowly walk towards him.

This isn't the reunion you expected. When you imagined seeing him again it was a lot nicer. You would find your way out of here and go home, find him and tell him how much you missed him.

"You just gonna stand there?" Logan's voice feels so much colder.

Though you see the instant regret in his eyes as he looks at you. He darts around before staring back down at the fire. You make your way over and sit on the log next to him. His sleeves are ripped and his suit bloodied. This was the suit you never thought you'd see on him.

"Logan, is it really you." You reach out to touch his cheek but he ducks his head away from you.

"Please, I've been dreaming of this day ever since I landed in his hell hole. Tell me that this is real." He can barely meet your eyes as he swirls the brown liquid in the bottle around.

He nods his head. A small part of him says to lie. Look you in the eyes and tell you he's not from the same universe. That he isn't the Logan who abandoned you, walked away from you. But fuck has he missed you.

"You look different, tired. Can it really be you?" You say softly as you turn your body towards him, moving closer. The grip on his bottle tightens as he builds up the courage to look at you. You're just as beautiful as he remembered.

"I...I'm not the man you remember." He says lowly. His face feels heavy in your hands. Like he's letting you bare the weight he's been holding.

"You're still my husband." You hum as you bring your other hand to scratch behind his ear.

"No, I've changed. I'm not the husband you remember." He closes his eyes, relishing in your touch. You used to do this to calm him down.

"Princess..." He takes your hands away from his face.

"I've done things. Horrible things. I...I'm no hero. I wanted to be one, for you but..." He stops.

"I was weak. But I've missed you. Every fucking day I think about you." The angry quips and drunken growls were gone. This was the Logan only you got to see. The tired, broken, vulnerable Logan.

"Would you still love me? Would you fall for me again? If you knew." He whispers. He's terrified of the answer. He became a monster. He didn't have the team or Charles or you to ground him anymore.

"What did you do my love?" You ask. His eyes darken, head hanging in shame.

"I came home and you were all dead. Every single one of you. I-" He stops, the memories pouring into his head.

"I looked for your body, through the smell of blood and death I could still smell your perfume. But I couldn't find you." He remembers staining his clothes with blood. Hands soaked as he searched the mansion for you.

"When I couldn't find you, I thought they had taken you. To experiment or something. So I tracked them down. I found them and I killed them." His eyes lit with a fiery rage. Tears were pooling in your eyes as you listened to what your husband had to go through.

"I killed every last one of them. Hunted them down until I was sure they were all dead for what they did. But I couldn't find you. You were gone and I didn't even have a body to bury." He spits.

He takes his hands away from you, closing himself off again as he chugs the rest of the bottle. Old habits die hard.

"After they were all dead, I couldn't rest. I was so angry. So I kept killing. Didn't matter who. I left a trail of blood and turned the whole world against mutants." He laughs bitterly as he tosses the bottle over his shoulder.

It shatters and a piece digs itself into his shoulder. He barely even notices. Like the pain is something he's used to at this point. Gently you take the piece and tug it out.

"So much for being a hero huh?" He looks at you, expecting the worst as he builds back the walls he had just taken down.

"Logan..." To his shock you weren't angry or disgusted. You were crying. Tears are falling down your face, a look of utter heartbreak as you see the ghost of the man you once knew.

"I'm so sorry." You cry as you wrap your arms around him. He's stiffens at your touch. Your sobs break his damn heart.

"Please don't cry princess," He begs.

"I lived. That night I survived and I tried to find you but they sent me here." Logan tenses. Those bastards sent you here. Alone and afraid. A part of him wants to tear those fuckers limb from limb, but the other part knows that if you hadn't been sent here. You'd be dead. He takes your face and wipes away the tears.

"I'm not worth crying over. Shedding tears for a monster..."

"My husband is not a monster!" You say angrily.

"I told you before I'm not your fucking husband anymore!" Logan snaps back.

You wipe your eyes and stuff your hand into your pocket. Logan's breath hitches as he sees your wedding ring. It wasn't much, he couldn't afford the diamond he thought you deserved. Instead he made it, carved the band from a piece of wood and found the prettiest gem he could.

"Are you not the man who gave this to me?!" You shout.

"Till death do us part Logan. I'm not dead, I'm right here. I've been waiting to see you again for years." You take the ring and shove it against his chest.

His hand curls around yours. You were sick of this, you love this man more than life itself. When will he get that? You never wanted the hero, you want Logan.

"If you're not my husband anymore than take it back." His hand grabs your wrist, refusing to let you go. He reaches into his suit, around his neck is a chain and sitting between his dog tags was his ring.

The one that matched yours. He says your name again. This time much quieter, much sadder. There's no doubt in his mind that he isn't good enough for you. He's never been enough for you. The day you said your vows chased away those fears but they always lingered.

Then he lost you and he had just been repeating it in his head over and over again since then. But now you're here, alive and somehow you're looking past it all. Somehow, you still love him.

"Don't you get it Logan. I love you. I love you so much it hurts." You sink to the ground and Logan follows.

Sweeping you up in his arms, protecting you from the dirt and leaves. You're in his lap, hands caressing his face as he holds onto you, arms wrapped around your waist.

"I'd pick you over and over, I don't care how long its been or who you think you are now. You will always be my husband and I will always love you." You lean your forehead against his. Closing your eyes you just take it in. This is real. You’ve found each other again and you won’t let go ever again.

“I’ve fucking missed you.” He growls as he smashes his lips onto you. His hands travel anywhere he can touch.

It’s been so long since he’s felt so desperate. His hand cups the back of your head as he leans you back onto the ground. Crawling over you as he uses his elbows to prop himself up. Your hands are tangled in his hair as he deepens the kiss. Breathless you pull away, ready to kiss him again. Footsteps grab both of your attention. Logan covers you as best as he can as he unsheathes his claws.

“Woah there, let us get the intimacy coordinator here before the two of you start the devils dance.”

“Shut the fuck up Wade.” Logan growls as he sits back up. You try and avoid Wade’s gaze as you sit up.

“I didn’t know they made Viagra for 200 year old men.” He says while unashamedly staring at Logan’s crotch.

“Get the fuck out Red.” You hiss.

“Sorry angel, big fan by the way, just came out here to check on peanut.” Logan makes a move to get up and Wade jumps back.

“Fine jesus sorry for being a concerned friend!” He huffs before marching back to the hideout.

“Does he ever shut up?” You ask and Logan grunts.

“No.”

The fire has been slowly dying and the light is fading fast.

“We’re leaving at sunrise for Cassandras. We’re getting out of here.” Logan looks at you with unease. He just got you back and now you’re going to risk your life again.

“We could stay here. This place ain’t so bad.” Not when you’re here. He could make this place a home if you’re with him.

“They need you Logan, they don’t stand a chance without you.” You hum as you pick a leaf out of his hair.

“What if I lose you again? I just got you back.” He can’t let you slip through his fingers.

“You won’t lose me my love. I swear. Laura believes in you and so do I.” He thinks about Laura. The girl who lost her own version of him. Whoever that man was, he was a hero. If he could be a fraction of him, then maybe he could prove he’s more than what he’s become. You love him but he could be the man he always wanted to be for you. He could be proud of the suit , of his title. He can make you proud.

“Okay. But you’re staying by my side the whole time.” You smile and kiss him once again. Sighing as you get to relish being in the arms of your lover again.

“Deal. Now, let’s get some rest.” You guide him to your bed, he curls up next to you.

Burying his face in your chest as you try and sleep. Logan's hold on you is iron clad, he's afraid that when he wakes tomorrow you won't be here, that this was all some strange dream. You place your hand over his, cooing soft words in his ear until he relaxes.

"I love you Logan." You whisper as you close your eyes. Ready to face whatever comes tomorrow with your husband by your side.

[gohyemi]

Birthday wishes 3

Mingyu paced back and forth, biting his nails anxiously.

"How the hell am I supposed to go back to the way things were?"

His mind raced with questions. Did I do something wrong? Was this some kind of twisted joke?

A sudden knock on his door made him freeze. He turned to see Jeonghan leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed.

"Let’s go. We’re dead if we’re late."

Mingyu let out a deep sigh. Late? Late for what? He barely remembered what his schedule was back in university. But he had no choice. He grabbed his bag and followed Jeonghan out. ---------------------------

Throughout class, he couldn’t focus. The professor’s words blurred together, fading into the background as his thoughts spiraled.

How do I get back?

Everything felt so real. The familiar desks, the smell of old textbooks, the chatter of students who had no idea how out of place he felt.

What about my job? The career I worked so hard for? The sweat and tears I poured into it?

And worst of all—what about her?

The love he had chased so hard.

His fingers tightened around his pen.

"God… is this my punishment?”

As he walked aimlessly along the campus path, still lost in his thoughts, he collided hard into someone.

A loud gasp. A cup slipping from their hands.

SPLASH.

A cold, sticky sensation spread across his shirt. "Shit!" Mingyu hissed, looking down at the brown boba tea now soaking through his clothes.

"Oh my god, I’m so sorry!" A flustered voice stammered in front of him. He looked up—ready to snap, his frustration bubbling over—but the moment his eyes met hers, the words died in his throat.

It was you.

Standing there, eyes wide, panicking over the mess you made.

His chest tightened. He forgot to breathe.

"Wait, let me grab some napkins—" You fumbled with your bag, reaching for the small towel you always carried, but Mingyu grabbed your wrist, stopping you.

"Babe…" he whispered, barely audible—but you heard it.

You froze. Your brows furrowed in confusion as you stepped back, gently pulling your wrist from his grip.

"Sorry?"

Mingyu’s heart sank.

Your voice, your face, everything was the same—but the way you looked at him wasn’t.

It was unfamiliar. Foreign. There was no warmth, no recognition, none of the love he once knew.

And that realization hurt more than anything. 

"Sorry—no, I mean, it's okay. No big deal."

Mingyu quickly averted his gaze, avoiding eye contact. His throat tightened, and he didn’t know why his eyes felt moist. No. He couldn’t break down here. Not in front of you. Not while recreating history.

"No, it was my fault. Let me help you," you insisted, concern lacing your voice. But Mingyu didn’t wait. Didn’t think.

He bolted.

———————————————————

Back in his dorm, he slumped onto his chair, burying his face in his hands.

"God… I’m such a fool.” The scene replayed over and over in his mind—your confused gaze, the unfamiliarity in your eyes, the way you stepped away from him.

He exhaled sharply and grabbed a notebook, flipping to a blank page.

"Okay… let’s draft this."

He started scribbling furiously, tracing every event that led up to this moment.

The night before everything changed.

Went home.

Had a shitty day.

Acted like an asshole.

Mingyu winced, gripping his pen tighter. Well, that hurts to think about again.

He continued drawing a mind map, connecting events like puzzle pieces—until he reached that moment.

The cake.

The music. The laughter. The people cheering. And then—

“Make a wish…”

Mingyu’s pen stilled.

"Make a wish…" he whispered.

That voice.

That wasn’t anyone from the club that night. He was sure of it. wasn’t Mark, wasn’t any of his colleagues.

It was something else. A voice that felt like a passing breeze—fleeting, distant. Mingyu leaned back, staring at the ceiling.

————————————————————————

At the Girls' Dorm

Y/N sat at her study table, staring blankly at her textbook. The words blurred together, her mind elsewhere.

"Babe?"

His whisper echoed in her head.

Her chest tightened.

"Y/N!"

She snapped out of her thoughts as her friends called her name. Blinking, she looked up and forced an awkward smile.

"What's up?"

Both her friends exchanged teasing looks.

"Thinking about the drama from this morning?" one of them smirked.

"Gosh, it was adorable! The way it happened—you have to admit, it was kinda romantic."

"Don’t tell me your heart didn’t flutter when he looked at you like that," the other girl chuckled, nudging her playfully while making a dreamy expression.

Y/N let out a small laugh and shut her textbook.

"Nothing to fantasize about," she said, waving it off. "It was just a mistake. And honestly, I think he was pissed." She sighed. "Gosh, he’s Jeonghan's friend. How am I supposed to fix my image now?"

At the mention of Jeonghan, her friends groaned in unison.

"Ugh, why’d you have to bring him up?" one of them whined.

"Yeah, way to ruin the mood," the other pouted. Y/N chuckled, shaking her head. But deep down, her thoughts drifted back to Mingyu.

That look in his eyes… why did it feel so familiar? She shakes her head and focus back on her friends.

"By the way, speaking of Jeonghan..." one of her friends started, eyeing Y/N closely, trying to gauge her reaction—which, of course, worked.

"His sister said not to forget about next week," her friend added casually, passing along the message.

Y/N raised a brow. "Next week?"

"Giiirl, I bet you're already on her potential sister-in-law list," her other friend teased with a grin.

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. Next week was Soobin's birthday—Jeonghan's sister.

"But here's the thing—she wants you to bring a plus one. And she already warned us not to be your plus one."

"Yeah, I think she wants you to finally have the guts to ask her brother out," her friend added, wiggling her eyebrows.

Y/N let out a deep sigh. "Okay, okay. Thanks for the heads-up. I’ll contact her to confirm everything."

Her friends exchanged knowing looks before bursting into giggles, “Good luck okay any advice you can count on us” With that they both went out.

While Y/N buried her face in her hands, she sighed. Why did it always come back to Jeonghan?

Right. Of course, it made sense. Back in university, she had a huge crush on him. Funny how her heart took an emergency turn, falling for that big puppy instead.

Mingyu.

His eyes that afternoon… the way they looked at her—it stirred something in her chest. A part of her wanted nothing more than to pull him into a hug, to comfort him.

Yes, she is also back in the past. She thought she was the only one here, but after that incident, hearing him whisper that nickname like he used to. it seemed like he was here, too.

Her gaze fell on the watch sitting on her desk. The watch she had planned to give him before he lashed out and left that night.

Her fingers traced over the glass, the stillness of the hands catching her attention. The date displayed was today’s date—the present—but the clock’s needles weren’t moving.

All she had to do was push the crown back to make the needles move again, and she would return.

She exhaled deeply, her lips curling into a soft smile.

"I miss him already… but since we’re here, shouldn’t we enjoy it a little? It might be my last chance—who knows?"

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I make the story more complicated...damn it should end after this. part 1, part 2, part 4, part 5

[doliveiraa]

sweet like hell - lee felix

pairings : felix x fem!cannibal!reader

genre : horror, gore

warnings : dark themes, gore, blood (a shit ton of blood), murder, some suggestive scenes

wordcount : 1.5k+

a/n : so i based this fic off of “jennifer’s body”. i hope you guys enjoy! remember feedback and reblogs are appreciated!! ^^

you were the kind of girl everyone wanted but no one could have—not really. you walked the hallways like they were a catwalk, hips swaying, blood still wet on your lips from the night before. guys tripped over themselves trying to catch your eye, and girls watched you with a mix of envy and fascination.

lee felix wasn’t like the rest of them.

he didn’t look at you like a prize. he looked at you like he already knew your secret.

you first noticed him in the back of the library, headphones in, mouth curled in a soft half-smile as he tapped a pen against his notebook. your hunger stirred—low and hot in your gut—but you didn’t act on it. not yet.

he looked up. held your stare like it didn’t burn.

“hey,” you said, tongue flicking across your teeth. “you always sit alone?”

“you always hunt alone?”

you blinked.

he smiled. “i’ve seen what you do.”

most boys would’ve pissed themselves and prayed you didn’t drag them into the woods after dark. not felix. he leaned back in his chair and let you circle him like a predator.

“you don’t know anything.”

“i know you haven’t eaten since jake choi. he went missing after the homecoming game. last seen leaving with you.”

your lips parted. “are you calling me a killer?”

“i’m saying you’re hungry.”

your breath hitched. it wasn’t often someone saw you that clearly.

“careful,” you said, leaning down until your lips almost grazed his ear. “i might bite.”

“then bite.”

you grinned.

♡

you didn’t kill felix that night. instead, you kissed him. deep and slow in the backseat of your car, the kind of kiss that made your jaw ache and your thighs press together.

he tasted like cinnamon gum and defiance.

“why aren’t you scared of me?” you asked, nails trailing down his chest.

“maybe i like dangerous girls.”

“maybe i like breaking boys like you.”

“then break me.”

you didn’t.

♡

he found you the next morning behind the gym, covered in blood.

your cheer skirt was ripped, your skin glowing unnaturally beneath the moonlight. you were crouched over a body, still twitching.

felix didn’t scream. he didn’t run.

you wiped your mouth and looked at him, breathless.

“you followed me.”

“i wanted to see.”

“you saw.”

“is that what they did to you? the band?”

your stomach twisted. low shoulder, the indie band with eyeliner and too many rings. they’d taken you into the woods after that stupid bonfire, tied you down to a rock and sang some shitty satanic song while stabbing you again and again, thinking you were a virgin.

joke was on them.

you came back wrong.

hungry.

powerful.

a succubus with killer cheekbones and a grudge.

“you know,” you whispered.

“i know,” felix said, stepping closer.

“then why aren’t you running?”

he reached out and touched your face. “because i think you’re still in there. the real you.”

you flinched.

“don’t.”

“you’re not a monster.”

“i am.”

“then let me be yours.”

he became your secret. not a victim, not a meal—something in between.

♡

you’d meet in parking lots and dark classrooms, his hands tangled in your hair, your legs wrapped around his waist.

he knew how to touch you. how to make you forget the blood on your hands.

you never took from him. never fed. not once.

but you dreamed about it.

his pulse, hot under your lips.

the way he’d taste.

the way he’d scream.

“you don’t have to keep killing them,” he said one night, lying beside you on the bleachers.

“i do.”

“there’s other ways to stay strong.”

“not for me.”

“then let me help you.”

you rolled to your side, fingers brushing his collarbone.

“how?”

“give me a piece of it. share the hunger.”

you blinked. “you’d take that on?”

“for you?” he smiled. “yeah.”

you kissed him.

bit his lip.

tasted blood.

the change was slow.

felix started looking at people differently.

not like they were friends or classmates, but meals.

you weren’t sure if he was becoming like you or just slipping into your world.

you didn’t care.

he was yours.

♡

when the football team started dropping one by one, the town freaked out.

cops came to the school. parents held vigils.

but no one looked at you.

you were too pretty, too polished, too perfect.

except felix.

he looked at you like you were a god.

like he’d kneel if you asked.

like he already had.

“they’ll figure it out,” he whispered one night, lips pressed to your neck.

“let them.”

“you’re not afraid?”

“not with you.”

he pulled back, eyes dark. “then let’s burn it down.”

“what?”

“the school. the town. all of it. start over somewhere new.”

you smiled, wide and wicked.

“you really would do anything for me.”

“i already have.”

♡

you didn’t just burn it.

you made it bleed.

felix lured them out one by one, and you fed.

full. powerful. untouchable.

by the time the flames reached the front doors, you were already gone.

hand in hand.

fingers intertwined.

blood on your heels.

a trail of bodies behind you.

no regrets.

no apologies.

just love.

twisted. feral. forever.

doliveiraa ꪆৎ ― est. june '24 © do not copy or repost my content on other platforms

[narastories]

on the topic of writing software

I want to ramble at you about some writing software options. 98% of the time I'm perfectly content with LibreOffice Writer (and previously I used Word, back when Microsoft products were less shitty). But every now and then when I have a new project (like now - more on that later) I start looking for something shiny and new to try. And I fell down into another research rabbit hole lol

I usually don't talk a lot about this bc my needs are very simple, and not sure how useful my opinion is to others, but I enjoy the topic. It's an intersection of creative writing and tech nerdiness and I like both of those things. Also what writing software you prefer really depends on the type of writer that you are, and everyone has a slightly different writing process and I find that fascinating.

Now, as I said, I'm coming at it from a slightly tech-nerd angle. I don't care if the installation is clunky, I'm happy to see the words open-source, and the need to create an account will already mildly piss me off (:

Don't worry, I'm not as intense as the guy writing his novel in Vim. Though fucking respect. And I can't say I'm not tempted to try it even with the steep learning curve lmao (Seriously, if you don't know Vim is notorious among software developers.)

Anyway, things I've tried so far:

Manuskript: this was listed as an open-source Scrivener alternative (though I haven't tried Scrivener. so.). I gave it a go when I was writing heart worth the trouble and it was pretty nice. It helped me when I had to move scenes and chapters around. But overall I think it was made with plotters in mind bc it wants you to enter a lot of information upfront. I'm not a planner/architect type of writer so this type of software is a bit overwhelming for me. Still, the fact that it's open source and works on Linux gets kudos from me.

Wavemaker: I recently played around with this, and I actually surprisingly like the features it has. You can put multiple books in a project, which is very nice if you like to work on different things, like fanfic, novels, etc. The mindmap is a feature I liked, though it's a bit clunky bc it collapses the text fields when you exit, and once I added an image field by accident that I could never remove lol I do like a bit of a snowflake method, so that feature is cool, and the cards are pretty straightforward too. Usually, my problem with these apps is that I don't even want to touch half of the features so they are pointless to me, but the features of Wavemaker were kind of nice. It's a web app that you can download and use offline but it's still working from your browser if that makes sense. That was what I didn't really appreciate. Also, it doesn't give you a lot of options to back it up. You either save the wavemaker file, export it into a document (which is fine, but it adds an extra step to the backup process) or you sync with Google Drive *shudders*

Things I want to try out:

Calmly Writer: now this is just purely a text editor that focuses on being very zen, streamlined, distraction-free, etc. It's pretty and it has typewriter sounds. (Yeah, I'm not immune to a pretty UI and harmless fun features alright? I can contain multitudes :P) It has an online version, but you can also download it, and works on Windows, Mac, and Linux. On paper, the desktop app requires a license, but the way they put it is that you can evaluate it for free and the evaluation doesn't have an enforced time limit... So. As good as free. (Though if I really like it, I would totally consider buying a license for 20usd that I can use on 3 computers, that seems fair. I appreciate a license over a subscription model for sure.) Honestly, I think this is the one I'm going to try next bc it just integrates perfectly into my writing process. That being: a multitude of messy, hand-written notes and notebooks + a document editor + backups on hard drive and GitHub (yes, really) ^^"

Shaxpir: This is on the opposite end of the spectrum basically, but out of the "fancy" ones, I kind of like the look of this the most. I like the statistics part in particular. But honestly, I probably won't try it bc it doesn't have a Linux version which would be a pain in the ass for me, and is cloud-based. I kind of don't really trust them, which is my biggest issue with these companies. (Although the creator's heart seems to be in the right place when it comes to AI. Basically, some of their features are based on machine learning and language models. For example, it will recognize passive voice, if it's an adverb with "-ly" or the emotion of a word. Which I think is all cool and fine and shouldn't be lumped in with generative AI. But he also had a website that did this analysis for already published works, and when people pointed out that it was sketchy, he took that down and I can respect that. I'm not sure how much it influenced the actual features of the app, maybe I'll just take a peek out of curiosity. The whole thing does make me have trust issues though lmao) If anyone has experience with it though, I'm interested to hear about it.

Obsidian: not a dedicated writing software, but rather an elaborate note-taking app. I heard good things about it from smart people lol If I really wanted to access my writing on my phone, I would probably use this bc it works on every platform and has end-to-end encrypted sync with version control. I heard you can also integrate it with GitHub which is always music to my ears lol But the setup probably takes a bit of time and I'm not particularly motivated to do that right now.

So yeah, those are the options that appeal to me right now. If anyone used these and has opinions, I'm all ears :D

[fictophilianworld]

Bucky Barnes headcanons (part 2?)

>> I just woke up so I don't know if I'm making any sense but yayy Bucky

OCD Kingggggggg

Will growl (and I mean GROWL) if someone messes with his stuff or messes up his organized shit

"It's SUPPOSED TO BE THERE. I don't care if you think it's messy. Get out."

Will pick out your nail designs/ go shopping with you & find it oddly therapeutic. Loves when you get something that reminds you of him.

Loves dancing, surprisingly. Once he opens up to you about his past/ feels comfortable around you + had a couple of drinks, if there's the right music playing he'll act more like Bucky from the 40s who loves a good dance and a night out.

But doesn't really enjoy rowdy parties or clubs because the flashing lights and the people pressed against him overwhelm/overstimulate him 🥺

if someone made you upset-- CRY-- you best bet he's gonna coax the name out of you and put it on a list (like his redemption list in his notebook but like, the opposite) and will fuck with their lives (because you forbade him from killing/seriously hurting people after the mysterious disappearance of one of your shitty exes)

If someone hits on you + doesn't back off after "no", he's not gonna stop the Winter Soldier inside him from being unleashed (remember that one scene in tfatws where he pretends to be tws?)

is your personal bodyguard in many ways

When things between you two grow serious-- like, SERIOUS-- he'll take out the Winter Soldier trigger words (I'm sorry my brain will not let me word things better right now) and shakily tell you everything

He expects you to draw back, be terrified, disgusted by the blood on his hands--

But blinks in surprise when you hug him tight.

he cries a little when you comfort him and tell him it's alright, that you still love him because he's only shown you love and kindness

You end up helping him regularly read the words to assure him that he's completely free now.

He'll take you around Brooklyn sometimes, pointing out all the special places he and Steve went to/ everything that's changed. You tease him about being an old man and he playfully reprimands you to respect your elders.

[bullet-prooflove]

Love Is A Strong Word: Mike Franks x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @star017 @ilovemark1951 @love-affair-with-fandoms

Companion piece to:

Life Lessons (NSFW) - Mike and you don't play the games other couples do.

Count To Five (NSFW) - Mike comes home to a naked woman in his bed.

Pool House (NSFW) - You and Mike steal a moment alone at the LA Law Enforcement Conference.

Mike is terrible at apologising.

It just wasn’t the way he was raised. His father was a mean son of a bitch and unfortunately some of those traits, they come out in him despite his momma’s influence.

Right now you’re standing at the edge of his crime scene, leaning against your car as you complete your notes in that little black book of yours. It’s part of the protocol when SDPD handover a crime scene to NIS, the detective on call, in this case you, details their initial findings before giving them to the Special Agent in Charge.

Noone knows that the two of you are fucking. You’re both cool in the field, professional. There’s a little humour sometimes but nothing that borders on flirting. He knows that shit like that starts rumours, especially for  a woman in law enforcement and he doesn’t want you catching any flack.  

You don’t acknowledge his approach, you don’t even register the fact he’s standing beside you until he clears his throat to get your attention. Your eyes flicker up to meet his and the look you give him, it’s enough to burn him alive from the inside out.

“I’m bad at this.” He says into the space between you as you tear out the replicated pages and reset the carbon paper in your notebook.

“Well you’ve been a Special Agent for a while now.” You say indicating to the crime scene. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

“No, I mean…” He trails off and you look at him expectantly, closing the notebook and placing it inside your jacket pocket. “I shouldn’t have said what I said last night.”

“You were just telling it like it is.” You say frankly, placing a hand on your hip. “I’m just the girl you fuck when you need to work some shit out right?”

He hates himself for saying those words. He’d been tired, sore and frustrated when he’d gotten home and there you were in his kitchen, making dinner. He didn’t expect it, not after the way you left things at the pool back in L.A. Walking away like that, it had made him feel shitty, like he was nothing to you but a cock to get yourself off on. In the past he would have had no problem with that but now, with you…

It’s a big fucking problem because Mike wants more, he just isn’t great at vocalising it. He’ll never forget the expression on your face when you walked out of his house. That hurt, that frustration, he feels it ten fold because he knows he’s blowing his own shit up.

“We both know you’re more than that.” He says softly as he tucks his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “I’m sorry for the way I behaved last night, it wasn’t… gentlemanly.”

“Maybe we need to address why you did react that way.” You state, leaning against the side panel of your car.

“Confusion mostly.” He admits, his gaze lingering on Randy as he stomps through the muddy crime scene in boat shoes. “You’re making love to me but you’re not sleeping with me. I wake up alone and it’s not a good feeling, in fact it’s a shitty feeling because it makes me feel like you don’t want me, the real me.”

“I thought that was what you wanted.” You tell him, your voice lowering as you lean in close so you won’t be overheard. “When we first started this, you made that very clear-.”

“Well a lot’s changed since we first started.” He reminds you because the two of you have spent a lot of time together, picking locks, hotwiring cars and teaching each other all kinds of illegal shit. Mike’s love language it’s acts of service and nothing says romance like making sure his girl has all the options available to her because the world it isn’t kind to women, especially not towards strong, capable ones like you. “Look, I love you and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to work out that you love me too-.”

“Love is such a strong word.” You say with a hit of humour and he knows you’re starting to thaw. “Tolerate is probably more where we’re at.”

“Leigh.” He says fondly, tilting his head towards you with that knowing glint in his eyes. “Can’t you just give an old man a break?”

“Fine, I love you too.” You say resolutely as you hand him your notes. Your fingers brush across his and he holds onto them for just a little too long. “Now get back to work and I’ll see you later tonight.”

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[neallo]

hmm what if wammys secret Santa and mello and near got assigned to each other

HI thank you for this prompt, i love it ^_^ gently placing your fill below (~500 words) i may write the scene where they exchange their gifts, too, in which case i'll update this (& probably upload to AO3 <3)

When Mello receives his assignment for secret Santa, he sees it for what it is: an act of sabotage.

“Think about it, Matt,” he mutters to his best friend, pacing the length of the room they share. “Roger hates me. He knows I hate Near. He’s trying to set me up, right, because he thinks I’ll get Near something shitty, and then he’ll be able to give me extra chores or something for bullying him.”

“You pulled Near’s name from the hat,” Matt points out. “I’m not sure how Roger would’ve rigged that to happen.”

Mello waves his hand dismissively. “I can think of, like, a hundred ways to do it. It’s not that hard.” A pause. “Anyway, like I was saying, he thinks I’m gonna fall for it. He thinks I’m such a stupid piece of shit that I’ll just walk right into his trap, but that’s where he’s wrong.”

“What are you going to do?” Matt asks nervously.

“I,” Mello says, “am going to get Near a present that’s so good, and so thoughtful, that it completely blows his fucking mind. It’s going to be so good it changes his life. And then— and then, this is the best part, because Near’s just gonna get something small and dumb for whoever he has, and he’s gonna look like an idiot having to follow my gift.”

Matt says something in response to this, but Mello isn’t listening. His eyes are already on the prize— and he has work to do.

—

When Near receives his assignment for secret Santa, he counts himself lucky. He’s pleased, but apprehensive. Selecting and obtaining a gift Mello will enjoy may help him convey the depth of his care for the other boy, but it is not an easy task, and he is working under a short deadline. Christmas is in only ten days.

He takes to his duty with all the dedication he typically devotes to his studies. With the semester over, he has the time and energy to scrutinize what he knows about Mello, and to translate that information into a choice of gift. In the end, Near concludes that no one present will be satisfactory. Mello’s interests are diverse, and so must be Near’s offerings.

The days tick by, and Near crosses items off his list. He obtains an expensive notebook with buttery paper from a shop in town, and a beautiful fountain pen. He purchases several skeins of soft yarn and teaches himself to knit, producing a satisfactory scarf and something that almost looks like a hat. He throws the “hat” under his bed and obtains a pair of earmuffs to replace it.

This last purchase almost exhausts Near’s allowance stockpile. He frowns over the money he has left. It is not quite enough to pay for the box of chocolates he originally had his eye on, and he is not skilled enough to make confection from scratch. 

His intention was to work alone, but these are desperate times.

[crushedsweets]

I always wonder what happend with Claudia (nina's bully), like what was she doing to nina exactly? What happend to her? Is she still alive? And if she is, does she regret messing with nina? Could nina forgive her eventually?

AHHHH I wrote about this in detail in my Nina document but I’m unsure if this section ever got posted!!! I’m mostly gonna explain Nina’s backstory

In elementary school, Claudia found a notebook Nina worked on filled to the brim with true crime notes and drawings and printed photos. Brought it to the office, got Nina in trouble, told everyone - Nina got outcasted QUICKLY. bullying about her behavior turned to bullying about her clothes, appearance, etc etc

Nina turned even deeper into her online circles, resulting in her behavior growing more and more toxic, before she eventually began trying to emulate Claudia in an attempt to regain normalcy/power at school (evidently, she has a history of trying to emulate people).

But. That wasn’t really enough for Nina. She was angry for what happened in elementary school, and she started cyberbullying the shit out of Claudia under fake usernames - photoshopping her face onto crime scenes, insulting her appearance, leaking her usernames onto random forums where she’d get harassed until she changed accounts - and it really messed with Claudia . Like a lot. This was middle school

Nina eventually got bored of Claudia and just went about her days - now in highschool, Nina was fixating on new people every week. She was obsessed with the validation, the “popularity”, going to parties with older people, “fitting in”. Life went on (and it was a pretty shitty life, constantly getting her heart broken and used - drugs and boys and fights).

And then she got a boyfriend that she swore was the love of her life . She shared some of her true crime interests. And. Rip . He breaks up with her, and suddenly tons of old messages and voice memos and screenshots and stuff got leaked thru the school - including the stuff Nina was spamming Claudia with in middle school. She is immediately outcasted and bullied all over again. nina figured it was Claudia “orchestrating” everything .

So Nina followed her home, shoved her to the ground, and smashed her face into the curb. Which she immediately regretted BUT Claudia survived with a broken nose and some chipped teeth .

HOWEVER!!! The day she attacked Claudia was the exact day that Jeff committed his first rampage. Hence her immediate attachment to his case, she thought it was fate. And she was in complete and utter awe of his “strength, perseverance, ability to stand up to all his bullies” . Whatever. (I might workshop this where his case blows up a week before and she takes it as inspiration to attack Claudia, but I’m not sure - I just really like the idea of them committing crimes on opposite sides of the country at the same time, but at much different levels of severity, only for Nina to be like WERE LEGIT THE SAME BRO)

But um. Lol . Nina got expelled and sent to alternative school, where her life continued to spiral - eventually her baby brother caught her cutting the smile into her face, he freaked out, and Nina got sent to live in Mississippi with her grandparents

…….who she later robbed and ran off to Alabama with their cash.

ANYWAY, in terms of Claudia, she’s fine now. Probably a nurse. Fixed her nose and teeth. She only regrets messing with Nina and not being prepared for Nina attacking her - but she thinks Nina deserved it all, even in adulthood

[vyzoi]

Happy Pride Month!!

Here’s the fem Kaiser x fem reader!

Contains: fluff, light angst, childhood enemy to friends to lovers, Kaiser bullied reader

On the playground, you would always be bullied for no reason by this blonde haired girl. You would be bouncing a football on your knee and this girl would walk up to you and punch the ball hard. You would walk away from her to retrieve your ball. After you would pick up the ball, she would laugh and compare you to a dog.

She really hurt your feelings a lot when you were kids.

When you were soon to be teenagers, she still wasn’t any better to you. One time on your way home from school, she ran up to you and knocked your books out of your hand. She laughed, “next time, keep them in your bag!” As you were picking up your things, you couldn’t help but talk back, “your last name is Kaiser, right? Such a waste, you’re no man but you act like one. You’re no ruler either, you’re just a tyrant!”

There was a day at the park though where you did get picked on by people you went to school with. Kaiser watched the scene from a distance, but when a boy was about to grab your notebook, Kaiser sprinted full force at him and punched him in the face! She grabbed him by the collar and told him off, “only I can mess with her! Give her the notebook back facing downwards so you don’t see her writing.” He does just that and even looked away from you as he handed it over.

She let go of him and he ran away immediately. You look amazed by her, “thank you, Kaiser. I wasn’t expecting you to jump in to help me. Let alone be here.” She scoffs, “you need to grow a spine. Let me teach you something about self defense.”

As she taught you self defense over time, you became best friends!

When you were a teenager in high school, you developed a crush on Kaiser. Prom was coming up and you wanted a date! You texted her to meet you at the playground after your school ended. After school, you walked to the playground. She was already there on the swings waiting for you. As you walked closer, she jumped off the swing and slid to you. You couldn’t help but smiled and laughed

Kaiser grew impatient, “why did you want me to meet you here? I was shitty to you at this exact same spot every time. Wait, if you want me to apologize, I will.” You laughed, “no you’re fine, I forgave you a long time ago. I just invited you here because there’s something I want to say to you and I thought it’d be fitting to say it here.”

Kaiser face palmed her forehead, “just get on with it. I’m tired of waiting on you.” You nervously smiled “sorry for the suspense. Kaiser, you never got to experience what it’s like being in school. Therefore, I want to give you a taste of what it can be like. Would you like to be my prom date?” You pulled out two prom tickets out of your pocket.

She scoffed, “I can’t really refuse, you already bought me one. Yeah, I’ll be your prom date. We’ll go shopping together. I will also be the one to pick you up from your house. I’m still not letting you go anywhere near my place.” You handed her a ticket. Realization hit you, “oh wait, there’s one more thing!” Kaiser sighed, “what now?” You laughed, “I’ve liked you for a while now. As in like… a crush.”

Kaiser froze up and has this shocked expression on her face, “crush? You? You have romantic feelings for me? Are you okay? I was horrible to you up in the past! And you like me!?” You smiled, “let me guess, you like me back?” She composed herself, “yeah, yeah, I like you too.” You smirked at her, “will you be my girlfriend, Kaiser?” She took your hand, “yes.”

Today is your wedding day with Kaiser. Everything is going great. No shitty father, no shitty former classmates, just you and her in a private setting with no one else except the officiant of course. She pulls you into a kiss and spins you around. When she places you back onto the ground, she pulls you into a loving embrace. Together forever, until death do you part.

Tags: @phinksyhxhfan @laslowchan

[crzy-gh0st]

OOC INTRO AND RULES!!

This is a nevermore oc rp blog. and before you say anything I'm well aware she doesn't look like a nevermore oc. Don't flame me </3.

they werent made with the intention of fitting the "nevermore academy rules". I have excuses reasons.

Est time zone but i tend to be online alot due too a shitty sleeping schedule

anywho, rule time!!

RULES

1. pretty please dont be mean to mean. Being mean to Val is fine, shes a bitch lowkey. Just uh not me </3

2. no nsfw! im a minor! gosh, keep it in your pants.

3. no fastpass spoilers. i am a fastpasser, but still. dont wanna spoil it for other!

4. no copy and paste/chain messages. please keep asks to only rp things or ooc questions.

5. if its enjoyably feel free to ship val with anyone (unless its an obvious no), just send me a quick ask first so i know!

6. just have funnn. be sillay, because thats what were here to do!!

VAL STUFF

NAME: Valerie

(Goes by Val)

PRONOUNS: She/They

SEXUALITY: Pan (with a preference for women)

AGE: 19

DATE OF BIRTH: February/7/1984

DATE OF DEATH: August/31/2003

CAUSE OF DEATH: Overdose

STYLE: Scene

PERSONALITY TRAITS: Pretty annoying, enjoys pissing people off, loud, hyper energetic, most definitely has mental issues, rarely/ doesnt show weakness, oh so unserious, absent-minded, bratty

SPEACH: An annoying amount of 2000's slang.

(Sick, Take a chill pill, Your mom, le, XD, Rawr, Oof, Rekt, etc.)

MEMORYS: Multiple small memories but she forgets them not long after remembering them

SUITCASE: craft kit, mp3 player, wired headphones, scissors, a pack of markers and a notebook, a locked diary she has recently guessed the code for, and pack of pop-tarts

EXTRA STUFF: enjoys/enjoyed Avril Lavigne ALOT (basic, ik, just shhh), unmanifested, she unsure why but she does remember things she enjoyed while alive (movies, hobbies, etc.), rarely has good sleep at nevermore (due to night paralysis and anxiety attacks because of withdrawal)

(this is unfinished, i will be adding to this. i may reblog with something along the lines of "updated this" when i do. idk.)

(PFP ART BY MY QUEEN @r0sy-maple-m0th)

FULL ART FROM THE PFP HERE

VALS GROUP;

kane - @b4ckseat-bingo-ch4mp

madeline - @undergroundbell

evangeline - @evangeline-diaries

[tbc];

OTHER NEVERMORE RP BLOGS

Ocs!

margret - @margret-nevermore-student1

boria - @boria-volkov

helen - @everybody-hates-helen

ligeia - @sea-creature-fanatic

eleonora - @eleonoras-library

noeline - @fortheloveofnoline

hoshi - @nottokyodrift

sandy - @little-red-axeing-wood

Clusterfucks

annabel - @annabelleewhitlock, @l4dy1nwh1te

prospero - @rats-of-death

ada - @adaa-lovelace

monty - @asshole-cowboy-devil

genderbent monty - @montresor-genderbend-cowgirl

will - @diary-of-a-willy-kid

Misfits:

lenore - @lenorevandernacht

duke - @duke-laurent

pluto - @purr-of-smoke

eulalie - @imtheghostnow

berenice - @berenicenevermore

morella - @angel-in-green

pluto - @purr-of-smoke

Staff (and others)

deans - @nevermore-merry-official, @nevermore-mourn-official

dolly - @nevermores-only-nurse

poppet - @your-favorite-teacher-poppet

wisps - @wispsofthenevermoreacademy

the stag - @youcantrunfromthewildhunt

void boy - @a-boy-in-a-void

the hounds - @theloyalhoundsofthewildhunt

the raven - @a-raven-thats-not-so-raven

eulalie's doll - @never-doll

Backstory/Background characters

johnny & sally - @johnny-kicking-up-dust

luca - @way2rich4this

theo - @theo-vandernacht

prosperos mother - @motheroftheratman

montresors mother - @blessedangel666

egaeus - @egaeus-exists

manor girls - @victemsoffical

thomas - @mastertamerlanethomas

catterina - @aristro-cat-catterina

sallie - @the-kansas-kutie

percy - @teaandcheckmates

basement girl - @randombasementgirl

ira whitlock - @ira-whitlock-official

isidor - @isidor-fauntleroy

eulalie's doll - @never-doll

Antonia @cutelillesbian

montys dog - @a-worthless-mutt

nessa- @yourfavemaid

lucille - @lucille-vandernacht

thaddeus - @thaddeus-vandernacht

bathroom boy - @im2kool4school

viktor -@not-viktorr

matteo - @ihaterats

[whiskeythefishski]

Tag Game & Updated Fic Recs

Not going to answer all of these questions cause I don't have a huge back catalog of stuff, but this looks fun :) Also a while ago I did a list of some of my favorite fics and I'm taking the chance to shout out a few more!!!

Tag Game!

I was tagged by @lilac-hecox and @lorelilly (love you both!!!)

total number of ao3 works: 7! I've only been back in the fic game since last July and my posting schedule is NOT regular

total ao3 word count: 57,164

fandoms i’ve written for: Nowadays it's pretty much just Smosh, but in my sordid past I wrote for Minecraft YouTube, Homestuck, and Supernatural (please forgive me)

top five fics by kudos: Only doing top three since I don't have many:

And I Can Survive It (For Only So Long): An Ianthony exes-to-lovers. They're theater professors forced to work together on the spring musical, 'Nerdy Prudes Must Die.' (additional pairings: amangela, trevrasha, spommy, shourtney, dackie)

(make for me) A Soft Universe: Spommy sickfic oneshot in the universe of 'And I Can Survive It'

Kiss Me Like You Mean It: Trevrasha oneshot in the universe of 'And I Can Survive It'

do i respond to comments?: I try to! I'm not the best at responding, but I DO read them all and smile :)

what has the happiest ending?: A HARD DECISION. I think I have to go with hold on to the memories (I will hold onto you), the Shourtney soulmates oneshot I wrote for @lilac-hecox's Holiday Gift Exchange :) really proud of that one!

have i received hate?: thankfully no

do i write smut? if so, what kind?: Not yet. I'm gearing up to it, but it will likely be rarer.

do i write crossovers?: The closest thing to a crossover I have is 'And I Can Survive It,' where the Smosh cast is putting on StarKid's Nerdy Prudes Must Die. the StarKids do make occasional cameo appearances!

a WIP i’ll never finish?: The Minecraft fanfic I started writing when I was 12. Spilled a Snapple peach tea all over the notebook I wrote outlines in and totally ruined it. Gone but never forgotten.

writing strengths: I've been told that my character voices are well done, and I think I'm pretty good at scene-setting!

writing weaknesses: Fuck, what isn't? Writing regularly, for one. but also, TITLES. I cannot come up with titles for shit. That's why all my fics have shitty song lyric titles lol.

first fandom i wrote for: Minecraft YouTube :/ Or Narnia, if you want to get REAL technical (I think I was five lol)

favorite fic i’ve written: Fuuuuuuuuuuck. I think I'm the PROUDEST of 'hold on to the memories,' since it was really out of my comfort zone and also far longer than I expected, and I got to gift it to someone, which made me really happy. But 'And I Can Survive It' is probably my favorite.

tagging: Some of the lovelies from the Smosh discord!! I know some of y'all have been tagged already but I just love your stuff :) @sheisaquarius-blog @soupy-girl @toomuchsmoshbrainrot @spennininomenon @june-rassicpark

FIC REC TIME!!!

Going to try not to plug every fic I've ever read lol. There's SO MANY GOOD ONES this is only a quick handful.

Rated General Audiences:

"Poppies (Or 5 Times Shayne Gave Courtney A Poppy + 1 Time He Didn't" by lilacfoxes (@lilac-hecox) - Pretty much what it says on the tin. SO fucking sweet. Complete, 1 Chapter, 6k words.

Rated Teen and Up:

"always escalating (every touch)" by miss_soupy (@soupy-girl) - Trevrasha spy AU. Trevor and Arasha need to come up with better cover stories than kissing each other. Complete, 1 Chapter, 11.5k words.

"Love on the Ice" by lilacfoxes (@lilac-hecox) - Ianthony high school hockey player AU. Ian is forced to join the hockey team at his high school alongside his ex-best friend, Anthony. Complete, 1 Chapter, 45.5k words.

"Love Like Magic" by KALLIOPH (@sheisaquarius-blog) - Modern Magic AU. The Smosh cast run a bunch of adorable little shops, and also have unique magical abilities. Complete, 1 Chapter, 34k words.

Rated Mature:

"habits" by unknownteapot (@unknownteapot) - Amangela fake dating AU. Amanda needs someone to pretend to be her fiancée to help her inherit her grandmother's cottage. Complete, 16 Chapters, 30k words.

"The Palomino Room" by lilacfoxes (@lilac-hecox) - Ian and Anthony are snowed in at bed and breakfast. Complete, 1 Chapter, 11.5k words.

"All This Potential (Plus Gravity)" by Lorelilly (@lorelilly) - Spommy high school AU. Tommy offers to help Spencer bleach his hair. Incomplete, 1 Chapter, 7k words.

"Can't Catch Me Now" by Isaac_Potato - Hunger Games AU. Ian, Anthony, and several other victors are thrust back into the Games for the Quarter Quell. Incomplete, 10 Chapters, 67k words.

"nothing in the sky above us" by KALLIOPH (@sheisaquarius-blog) - A prequel to Kalli's amazing crime/mafia AU "i'm coming for you again." Future kingpin Ian and serial killer Anthony carry out their first crimes as teenagers. Incomplete, 1 Chapter, 4.5k words.

Rated Explicit:

"No Rocks, Only Chaser" by Lorelilly (@lorelilly) - Spommy bartender AU. Tommy isn't looking for love, but it finds him anyway. Complete, 5 Chapters, 60k words.

"collide the spaces that divide us" by undeadtwink (@doubleboyfriend) - Spommy ghost AU. Tommy meets and falls in love with Spencer, who is a ghost. Complete, 4 Chapters, 34k words.

"Missing Pages" by Lorelilly (@lorelilly) - Spemanda friends to strangers to lovers, sequel to Lilly's incredible fic "Chapters." Amanda and Spencer reconnect after five years apart. Complete, 1 Chapter, 14k words.

I KNOW I'm for sure forgetting some good ones, especially since I last made a list like this in July, but these are at least a few I'm fucking obsessed with :)

Anyways, enjoy y'all!