#please always bother me with questions and statements lol

[bernardsbendystraws]

You Don’t Own Me

SERIES MASTERLIST

Chris Sturniolo lives by his own rules, refusing to be controlled. Some see him as a rebel, a troublemaker—but is that the full truth? Meanwhile, Y/N is focused on making the most of her last year of high school, determined to have a normal teenage experience. But when their worlds collide, they realize they may have more in common than they ever expected.

WARNINGS: COPYRIGHT NOTICE. PLEASE READ AND LOOK UP DEFINITIONS OF WARNINGS FOR FURTHER CLARIFICATION. HUGE TW FOR THIS CHAPTER. CSA (only mentioned, not described), angst, fluff, fighting, physical altercation, lying, and more.

A/N: This is long as fuck and have fun on this emotional rollercoaster lol this is barely proofread btw

With love and big tits, Rose

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P25: Too Soon?

A week. My mom would be gone on some work trip for an entire seven days.

I really don’t believe it. Part of me always thought she would lie about them being ‘work trips,’ but now I was sure. What kind of work trip didn’t have cell service?

She’s lying. I know she’s hiding something, I know deep down this probably isn’t the first time she’s done this before. But that’s not even the worst part.

The worst part is that she that she left Byalen in charge to ‘watch’ me—like a fucking babysitter, since I couldn’t be trusted anymore because of the time she caught me coming home with Chris early in the morning.

Fucking hypocrite. 

Sure, I wasn’t telling the truth—but neither was she. Like mother, like daughter, I guess. 

Currently, I’m on my bed, staring up at the ceiling as my phone rests on my stomach. Chris’ voice echoes through the device. We’ve been talking for hours. I really want to just go over and see him—see my boyfriend, but I can’t. Not while I’m being fucking babysat. 

“Are you sure you don’t wanna sleep over? You need to sleep.” Chris says.

God, the offer is tempting. All of me wants to say yes, walk over to his house, and cuddle up in his arms. But I can’t. I’ve slept like shit for the past three days and it keeps getting worse. I need him to hold me in order to feel okay, I wanna sleep in a house that feels like a home too. 

It’s not even just him. It’s Jimmy, it’s Matt, and hell—even Trevor. I love being around them, it makes everything feel so much easier. 

I huff, shaking my head against my pillow as I roll my eyes. “I can’t, I’m being fuckin babysat at 18 years old.” I remark. 

A wave of silence washes over for a minute. I can practically hear Chris thinking, the slight vibration of a curious hum sounding through the phone. My fingers callus over my lip, the slight graze of my nails making the muscle tingle in a way that mimics how Chris’ lips feel against my own.

Fuck. I miss that. 

It’s like he has something that I need and crave all the damn time, like he possesses some sort of energy that makes my body feel better—lighter, even. 

“Well…what if I came over there?” He offers. 

My eyebrows twist together. I lick over my lip, gnawing on the muscle as I think of his statement. 

“But…but what if we get caught?” I question. 

I could imagine it. Baylen would see Chris and all hell would break loose. 

I doubt he’d cover for me, he’d probably enthusiastically go telling my mom the second she walks back into the house. 

Chris lets out a dry laugh. “Has he really ever bothered to check in your room? I mean, even if he does, I’ll just hide in your closet or something.”

“That’s kinda gay, bro,” I joke, gnawing on my lip as I hear Chris let out a fit of chuckles that make my heart echo in my ears. 

I love being able to do that. Hearing him laugh—making him laugh, it all feels so pure. It honestly feels as intimate as him in between my legs, just in a different type of way. 

Either are addicting. It was hard to miss only one or the other, I craved both. 

I wanted to feel the euphoric relief from his touch. I wanted to laugh with him to the point where I couldn’t think of anything except how bad my stomach cramped from giggling. 

I wanted everything and all of it—I just want him. 

It’s only been a bit over a week since we made things official, but god—I could feel emotions building so rapidly, so much that they felt like they were consuming every corner of my mind.

Some of it made me sick. 

I never felt this way with Ryan, my ex. The butterflies were there, but not to this extent—not to the point where I caught myself trying to imagine he was holding me in order to fall asleep. 

“Do you want me to come over and not?” Chris remarks, pulling me back to reality as his voice echoes through my phone. 

I bite back a sore smile, humming in approval, “Yes please.” 

___

It feels good like this. Every inch of my body is content, my limbs melted in his hold as I let myself breathe in the fresh air from the cracked window in my bedroom.

His hand is combing through my hair. I hear him clear his throat, his chest rumbling as he begins to speak, “So, um…I…I’ve really missed you.” he says—again.

My lips tug into an unrelenting smile. We’ve been cuddling for hours and he’s repeated the same statement at least ten times. 

It should be annoying, but it’s not. It makes me feel warm—it makes me feel a part of the moment, like every wave of the breeze is infiltrating the pores on my skin to ground me with a profound amount of peace. 

“I missed you too.” I reply, scratching my nails over his chest as I let out another hum of contentment. His lips press against the crown of my head, a lingering kiss placed on my scalp as I feel his warm breath tickle into my hair. 

It’s dark now. We should be tired, but we’re not. A short nap had rendered us a bit sad since we wanted to watch the sunset together, but it was okay since now we got to watch the night sky illuminate with a crescent moon and thousands of stars varying in vibrance. 

I wonder who’s watching. Maybe my dad is one of those stars, maybe he gets to see me finally living after all these years without him. 

The gap of his presence still aches in my heart, but it’s not as exhausting. A tiny splinter of a gap still remains in the pumping muscle, but it seems to be soothed by the added layers of security from Chris’ arms around me. 

“What’re you thinking about, pretty girl?” Chris asks, combing through my hair. 

I crane my head to stare up at him, sparing a soft smile as I give a slight shrug of my shoulders. “I just…” my words float into the air, unfinished as I gulp the lump in my throat that seems to build with how his eyes are piercing into me. “-I really like this. I…really like you…being here with me. It’s just–” 

Chris leans down, pressing the tip of his nose against my own as he blinks, his eyes lashes fluttering against my own with a ticklish sensation that makes a soft sigh fall from my lips. 

“-good. I’m glad you like it because I love it. You don’t understand how much I missed holding you, really,” he whispers, his breath fanning across my lips in a way that makes my stomach swarm with warm butterflies. “-this makes me so, so, so fuckin’ happy—holding my girl, in my arms—”

“You’re never gonna stop saying that, huh?” I tease, biting on my lip as his eyes open and gleam into my own.              

Chris purses his lips, shrugging. “Nah. Getting to call you my girl?” he puffs, his eyes going with before he offers a playful smile, “-could never get old to me. Makes me feel all….” he wraps his arms tighter around me, pulling a gasp from my mouth as he pulls my chest plush against his, “-warm.” 

Ugh. He feels the same way I do—maybe even more so. 

I let myself bathe in his stare, the reassurance of his gaze making me feel like moonlight—calm, radiate, and important. Part of me doesn’t wanna speak at all, the fear of this exact moment ending making my heart pulse in my chest with a sharp sting. 

But it’s okay. 

It’s okay because I know there will always be more moments like this with him. It’s okay because there’s no doubt in my mind that he’ll ever let me feel anything less than cared for. 

Words linger on the tip of my tongue, words I know I shouldn’t say—not yet, at least.

But it’s true. I love him, I really, really do. I don’t know when the realization happened. Honestly, I think it might’ve been when we first met, like some sort of cautious feeling that was warning me of destiny. 

Chris licks over his lips, his smile fading into a serious look as he swallows thickly. “I…I know we haven’t been official for very long, but—I…I feel things for you, I feel so much it hurts,” he breaths. 

My breath halts in my chest, my ears ringing as my bones seem to vibrate inside my body. He feels it too. It’s like everything about us is connected, like everything is falling into place so effortlessly it feels like magic. 

“I…” The words fall flat on the tip of my tongue, my eyes glazing over with pure emotion as I let my eyes wander over his face.

It’s so comfortable. All I can hear is our hearts beating in sync, the way my entire soul is burning for me to say it—say everything. 

“I love you.”

My eyes widened in shock. The words had rambled off my tongue so rushed, the devotion hanging in the air with an accompanied echo of his own voice. 

“Oh.” 

Our words are still in sync. We both let out a small laugh, the giggles falling quiet as we just breath in each other’s presence. 

“I guess that wasn’t as scary as I was making it out to seem, huh?” he tuts. 

I shake my head, laughing under my breath as I shrug, “-I guess so.” 

___

Chris’ POV

I keep waking up. I’m not sure what time it is, but it’s like my body doesn’t want to sleep, even though I’m very comfortable, I just wanna look at her in my arms. 

The slight sound of crickets echoing with the cool night air makes me sigh. My eyes drift over to her nightstand, her empty water bottle catching my attention. She had jugged all of it and fell back asleep within an instant a while ago, waking up a bit later, disappointed to find the bottle empty. 

Maybe I should fill it for her.

Yeah.

Slowly sliding away, I wince hearing her let out a small whimper, reaching out for me as I stand up fully. Her eyes peek open. I pet over her shoulder, cooing, “-hey, go back to sleep—’m just gonna fill your water, okay?” 

She nods hazily, her eyes falling shut with a slight scowl printed on her face. 

God, she’s pretty.

My stomach flutters with warmth as I watch her bottom lip pout slightly, her arms reaching out and tugging the pillow that was beneath my head into her hold as she greedily takes a large breath.

Fuck.

She’s barely awake and she still wants me. 

With light steps, I carefully make my way out of her room, venturing through the halls in hopes of finding the kitchen. It doesn’t take long. I walk into the tiled room, the cold flooring against my feet making me miss the warmth of her touch. 

“Ugh,” I sigh, walking over to the sink and filling the bottle, trying to tilt the object to create as little noise as possible. 

My lips roll together, my mind racing with thoughts as I reminisce on earlier. I was so scared to tell her that I loved her, I was scared it was too soon, too much, or purely insane to feel so strongly when we only made things official a bit ago. 

But she said it at the same time, and somehow that was better than her saying it back. 

“Who the fuck?” 

My eyes go wide as I screw on the cap to the water bottle. I turn around, finding her brother with messy hair and sunken eyes staring at me with a scowl. 

Fuck. 

“Shit.” I mutter, squinting my eyes shut in hopes I’m just having a nightmare. 

But no. 

I open my eyes, he’s still there—closer. 

“Who the fuck are you?” he interrogates, his shoulders broadening as his nostrils flare with an angry huff. 

“I, uh,” I look towards the hallway, mentally cursing myself as I think of her getting in trouble because of me, “-I’m Chris. I’m…uh—”

I don’t get the chance to finish. Baylen’s eyes shift to the bottle in my hand, his tongue prodding on the side of his cheek as he shakes his head disappointedly. 

“What? Are you her boyfriend or something?” he asks, lips tugged into a straight line. 

Gulping, I nod. Surely me being her boyfriend is better than being a stranger breaking in, right?

“No.”

The fuck?

My brows furrow together at his statement. Baylen seems to analyze the confusion on my face, shrugging as he repeats the words with a more tense voice, “-I said no.” 

“What? No? Hate to break it to you, but that’s not really your decision.” I point. 

No wonder she can’t get along with him, he’s a prick. He barely acts like a brother, yet he’s trying to dictate our relationship? 

Fuck that. I’ve done more for her than he has with a fraction of the time. 

I mean, how hard is it to be there for his sister? 

After losing my mom and Nick, no matter how distant or hurt I was, I still hugged Matt when he needed it. I might’ve grown distant, but I never grew heartless.

Baylen couldn’t even suck it up to play video games with her. 

His face contorts with distaste. I let out an angry sigh, my eyes rolling while he let out a scoff. 

“She’s my sister. I’m the one who gets to look out for her, not some guy she’s known for what, a couple months?” he remarks, a slight snort echoing at the end of his sentence. 

His words seem to make my heart pummel against my chest with rage, the statement making my blood boil as I lick over my teeth. “Look out for her? You can’t even sit down and play a video game with her for more than five minutes. Just…” I shake my head, watching as his face shifts into shock before the fury in his eyes starts to become more intense, “-it’s whatever.” 

Baylen clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth, shaking his head, “Shut the fuck up. You have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

My nose twitches, my eyes squint as my jaw becomes tight. Who the fuck does he think he’s talking to? 

“Oh, I have no idea what I’m talking about?” I huff, my brows lifting as I let out a dry laugh, “-no, you have no idea what you’re talking about. You’re an awful fucking brother, you have no say in anything when you’re treating her like…like a fucking dick.” 

His jaw clicks. Baylen stalks forward, his hands twisting in the collar of my shirt as he yanks me to the side, pushing me against the wall as his eyes glare into me, the anger radiating off of him making the ache in my head from the impact seem less apparent as I drop the water bottle and clutch onto his wrists, trying to yank him off of me. The loud clunk of the bottle hitting the ground makes me wince. I huff at his unrelenting grip, taking a heavy sigh as I try to calm the pulsing anger in my body. 

I can’t hit him. She cares about him—even if he hurts her, I know that would make her upset.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he repeats, his voice dangerously low as he pushes me harder against the wall.  

“You abandoned her when she needed you most. What kind of brother does that?” I spit, the emotions in my voice leaking with a bit of hypocrisy. 

I wasn’t always the best when it came to comforting Matt after my mom and Nick had died, but at least I came around. Someone had to knock some sense into me—that someone being my dad, but it didn’t seem like anyone was ever gonna set Baylen straight. 

“You—you don’t get it. Stop. Just—just shut up,” he yells, shoving me even harder as I feel the back of my head pulse. 

“I do. Just…ow, fuck—” I hiss, the pain becoming evidentally apparent as my skull aches, “-I lost some of my family. Someone had to knock some sense into me. She—she’s your sister, you both lost your dad, she’s hurting and—shit.” 

It fucking hurts. The back of my head is pulsing, an echoing pain bursting through my forehead as I try to move, only to have him shove me harder. 

“I didn’t lose anyone. You…you don’t understand.” 

My eyes peak open, curiosity accompanied by pain as I hear a slight crack in his voice. His face drops with sadness, the anger fleeting into some sort of sullen emotion as he swallows thickly. 

“You…you don’t understand. That man—he’s not my father. He’s a sick excuse of a man that traumatized her and she doesn’t even fucking remember,” he spits. 

“I…what?” I breathe, my chest tightening as Baylen loosens his grip around the collar of my shirt, his lower lip wobbling. 

“I’m never supposed to tell her. I…I have to hear her mourn a man who would…who’s the reason she’d have to sneak into my room—he’s the reason she could never make it through the night without having an accident. Something was wrong—everything was wrong.” 

“What—what’re you saying?” I ask, my mouth falling open as I let my hands fall from his wrists. 

Baylen’s eyes sink with sadness, his cheek hollowing as he gulps. “She wasn’t potty trained for a long time. At first, I didn’t get it. But…but…he was touching her, her body was showing all the signs of sexual assault, but I was just a kid, I didn’t…I—by the time I understood what had happened, it—it was too late. Now I have to hear her mourn a man who is the reason I feel—he’s…he’s the reason I can’t comfort her, he’s the reason I can’t look at her,” he says, his head tilting as his face scrunches with pain;

“He’s the reason I hate myself—the reason I can’t let myself get close to her without seeing how much of a failure I am.” 

Oh.

[thydungeongal]

hi bothering you with questions and statements

whats your least favorite ttrpg to play? not one you dislike on a social and artistic level (like dnd 5e) but one that just offends you personally? if there is one ofc dont ivent contempt for a game you dont already hold. any degree of least favorite is fine from actual hatred to humorous dislike im just really curious

There's a lot of good contenders for the title. Of course there's the ones that are bad because they were designed primarily to Own The Libs so any game design that actually went into them is purely coincidental (F.A.T.A.L., RaHoWa), but I would actually never play those games. Like, there are plenty of games by people whose politics I find disagreeable that I would actually enjoy playing because those games actually have something like Good Game Design, whereas the aforementioned two games are bad because the authors were so compelled to use the game as a platform to make a point about how "All Women Are Sluts, Actually" that they forgot to design a game altogether.

There are games like Rolemaster, one of my favorite games ever, where at this point I'm starting to feel like I actually prefer the Idea of Rolemaster and not the actual game, because as much as the game produces some really funny and stupid moments and it's just unhinged, it kind of leaves me feeling drained on a cognitive level that makes me question whether it was ultimately worth it. Like, sometimes I feel like I'm opening the Big Book of RPG Tables and going "there had better not be any goddamn tables in here."

But at the end of the day I kind of have to take a leaf from @txttletale and say that it's actually D&D 5e. Like, I would never actually subject myself to a game as bad as F.A.T.AL., and Rolemaster still has something in those stupid tables that keeps me coming back for more, but the times I have played D&D 5e there's been really very little to the game that has made me feel excited. Of course I have had fun playing D&D 5e, but that's natural: playing RPGs with my friends always kicks ass. But of all the RPGs I have played D&D 5e is the one game that has contributed the least to the actual fun-having. And the thing is I like D&D. I like the stupid old editions and their killer dungeons, I like D&D 3e and its stupid character optimization minigames, and I like D&D 4e which is actually a good tactical combat fantasy game and I would actually like some more of that please. D&D 5e scratches none of those itches beyond being a shallow simulacrum of What D&D is Supposed to Feel Like, and a lot of that is something the game itself brings to the table: that you're not really supposed to care about the game and what its systems do.

Anyway but there was also that one time I played a convention game that was the GM's own custom system which was just kind of boring and the main hook of the game was that we were in a random dungeon and by random I mean like "lol random" anyway that was pretty bad, but at the very least that guy wasn't supported by a multimedia juggernaut with one billion dollars.

[talkfantasytome]

Healing Sessions

"Psychology suggests that your value system, or true north, are statements and qualities about you which help steer you in the right direction when you are in a state of uncertainty." (Source)

Clotho begins to guide Nesta to help her rediscover her true north.

Warnings: None | Word Count: 1,613 | Read on AO3

Nessian Masterlist

a/n: Written for @nestaarcheronweek 2025! True North.

I am not a therapist, nor do I claim to be any type of expert in Psychology (my grades in college would very much suggest the opposite). Please do not take this as anything other than ramblings in an attempt to get back into writing with the first idea I had. I don't even know how trusted the source that gave me that quoted concept is. But it works great for fiction. lol

How was your night, Nesta?

“Do you ever get bored asking me the same questions?” Nesta replied, arms crossed over her chest as she leaned back against the couch.

It was the same every day. How was your night, Nesta? No deviation. She never left out Nesta’s name. She never asked about her day, or just how she is in general. She always starts with How was your night, Nesta?

Clotho chuckled softly, her lips twitching upward in a smile. I do not. Her pen scribbled the words down, which were then projected on the wall above her. A nifty new bit of magic added to the special pen Rhysand had given her. To help these sessions run smoother. It was impressive and a clever solution to the main obstacle they’d been facing – not that Nesta would ever admit that.

Nor do I get tired hearing your answers, she added, probing Nesta for a response.

Nesta rolled her grey eyes, not bothering to hide the loud huff. “I couldn’t tell you. I’m not even certain how I got home.”

I believe Lord Cassian ensured your safe return home.

“Lord?” The scoff was louder than Nesta expected, and the responding look far sharper. Nesta couldn’t help but shrink before it. “I don’t recall seeing him.”

Lie. A big fat lie. Nesta hasn’t forgotten a single interaction with Cassian, no matter how gone she is. Even when he thinks she doesn’t know he’s there, she does. She can’t help it. His presence tugs at her inexplicably, like a flame drawing in an idiot moth.

Clotho’s eyes softened, reading everything Nesta wouldn’t say. It does not matter. We are not here to discuss him. You were drinking last night?

She shrugged. “Every night. You should join me sometime downtown. I know some good taverns.”

Tell me what you like about them.

Not bothering to hide it, Nesta took a deep breath and let out a loud sigh. She didn’t know why she was surprised. Clotho never took the bait. Never redirected her focus. It was always two hours of focus on Nesta and Nesta alone. Or attempted focus on Nesta. Her Court-appointed rehabilitation, as Rhysand calls it. Feyre calls them ‘healing sessions’. Nesta calls it a waste of time, but a better option than Rhysand’s initial plan.

Apparently, the ‘good’ High Lord dictated that Nesta would be sentenced to life in the House of Wind with no access to the outside world until she became the same prim and proper princess her mother had been training her to be, but with a deadly twist. Thankfully, despite their slight estrangement, Feyre took issue with locking her sister away. Instead, Nesta is required to attend daily sessions with Clotho or be completely cut off. And it’s not like she had much else to do during the day.

“I like the music,” she admitted. “A lot of them have live music at least one night a week.”

You go for the music?

“I go to the taverns I go to for the music.”

What else do you like about them?

The easy answers rolled off the tongues. “The drinks, and the games. Crushing immortals in card games is amusing.”

Clotho paused for a moment, as if waiting to see if Nesta would say more. You are an immortal, too.

“I’m not,” Nesta quickly corrected. “I might be immortal, but I am not an immortal.”

What is the difference?

“Immortals were born immortal, and that makes them cocky and entitled.”

Entitled to what?

“To life!” The shout arose unconsciously, her cheeks heating. She could feel her heartbeat increasing, which caused her breath to grow rapid.

Clotho didn’t react to the small outburst. There was no judgement on her face, nor offense. She was simply calm and patient, awaiting Nesta to explain further. But she wouldn’t. She couldn’t. Yes, Clotho promised the sessions and everything she said would be confidential, but how private are they really when mind readers are in play? And even if she wanted to, Nesta wasn’t sure she knew how to explain it. All she knew was that no one else seemed to care about all the death they just saw. They act as if the war was just another day.

Nesta was beginning to think Clotho might actually be more stubborn than her when the pen finally began to move. Life is precious, Nesta, you are right about that. And too many Fae are cavalier about it. Many of us take for granted the years we’re given because they are so high in number.

“You don’t,” Nesta argued, feeling uncomfortable with Clotho lumping herself in with Fae like that.

Not anymore, no. It was silent for a spell again, but this time Nesta could tell it was because Clotho was trying to decide where to go next. She was fine to wait. In previous sessions you have told me about your mother and the way you were raised. You also shared with me about living without any money. Both times were challenging in their own ways, yet you came out of both incredibly strong. What helped you through those times?

Nesta’s brow furrowed at the question, rereading it three times. “Nothing? I mean…I did? I didn’t really get any help.”

Clotho responded with a small smile. Internally, Nesta. What thoughts, concepts, ideas, or more got you through those times?

“At first, my sisters – especially Elain,” Nesta admitted. “As the eldest, I set the tone for the family and ensured our place in the world. And I knew I could do it. I believed my mother, that I would marry a prince. I would escape her, and in doing so I would ensure my sister a good life, marrying for love. My mother had no faith in her to marry for power anyway, but if I’d been hopeless, she would have pivoted to Elain.”

You sought to protect Elain? And Feyre?

Nesta laughed softly. “Feyre didn’t need my protection. Not from our mother.”

And what about when you all lost your fortune? What set your path then?

“Anger.” Nesta knew it wasn’t a great answer. Not the one someone wants to hear, but it was true. Almost every decision she made in that time was made out of anger at her father. The only time she made a decision with the goal of helping her family, it completely backfired on her.

Anger at what?

“My father,” she said softly. “He was so lazy and useless. He didn’t do anything to keep us alive. And that was his job. We were kids! He should’ve been looking after us. We shouldn’t have had to look after ourselves.”

Clotho nodded as if in understanding. And what about during the war? What drove you to do all you did then?

“The humans…they needed protection. No one cared about them. I had to get involved. I had to make sure they would be considered and protected.”

An honorable desire. And what drives you now?

Nesta opened her mouth, and then immediately closed it. Her brain was completely blank. She couldn’t find even a fleeting thought. She was frozen entirely. A pit began to form in her stomach, filling quickly with butterflies. Everything else was easy. None of the answers she’d given were particularly deep or unknown by others. Lying was an option, but she was sure Clotho would know. Telling the truth, on the other hand, was unthinkable. Nesta could feel it in her gut, the looming epiphany Clotho was leading her toward. She didn’t want to go there. But there was no out. No way to redirect the conversation. No way to-

You do not have an answer you want to give, do you?

She couldn’t respond to that question, either. Her voice seemed to have disappeared. In response, all Nesta could do was shake her head.

Clotho’s eyes were soft as they bore into Nesta’s. In them Nesta could feel all the compassion she never received from her mother. What you just shared with me – those were your values and beliefs about yourself that helped to steer you through life. You are a protector, protecting Elain and then the humans. You are a victim, unfairly forced into poverty with a father who wouldn’t help. You are angry, possibly entitled to a nicer life. You are stern and fierce and uncompromising in your goals, in your protection. If I were to hazard a guess, based on some of your previous comments, you also see yourself as unlikable, unlovable, a weapon to be used rather than a person to be cherished.

We are all driven by the values and beliefs we hold. They are what guide us, helping us find our way through tough, unrelenting waters. And they can help us maintain a decent attitude in such times of trial.

An alarm went off, causing Nesta to jump in her seat.

"Guess that's time."

I can go a few minutes longer if you would like.

Nesta shook her head. "No, I have to be somewhere." Clotho sent a knowing look toward her, but Nesta remained firm. This had gone way too far. She wasn't going any deeper, her skin already crawling with how much she'd shared.

Tomorrow, then. And for our session, I would like you to think more about what beliefs drive you. Take note of what thoughts come to mind that help you make your decisions. We can explore them tomorrow.

"Sure." Nesta was already halfway out the door, fully aware she wasn't going to spend a moment doing that. "'Night." She didn't turn back to see Clotho's response.

a/n: Never said they'd find Nesta's true north...I'm a bit out of practice, and everything I wrote to get there felt off. So I went the likely more accurate to Nesta route anyway - avoidance. XD

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[suugarbabe]

heyyyy congrats on getting 1k followers!!!!!!

i was wondering if you could do a Fred Weasley x fem! Slytherin reader? Like a enemy’s to like a slow burn lovers? so Fred was always kind of a jerk to the reader until like 5th year. And he went up to her and was trying to be nice but she walked off and muttered “I effing hate you Weasley” ( 😂) and so he didn’t talk to her for like a year but after a potions class in 6th year they ended up starting to get close? Idk I think it’s a fun idea lol

but once again CONGRATULATIONS 🥳

You all know I love Fred Weasley 😊 not proofread

If someone were to ask you why you hated Fred Weasley, you would tell them that it had always been that way. Your opinion on him had been solidified since first year, he had always been a right prick to you for no apparent reason. As far as you knew, you had done nothing to him for it to be that way, nothing but be sorted into Slytherin. 

For someone who came from a family that was open about not caring about blood purity, he was pretty judgemental of someone strictly due to their house colors. You had found yourself the victim of his pranks several times over the last six years; completely soaked clothing, firecrackers exploding near your feet, insects crawling out of your textbooks. They were all juvenile in your opinion but Fred seemed to get nothing but joy out of your torture. 

So in fifth year when he started walking next to you on the way to Herbology your body physically tensed, awaiting his next prank. After thirty seconds of walking and nothing happening you couldn’t stop your lips from asking him what was happening. 

“Can I help you, Weaslebee?” the sneer was evident in your tone and Fred held his hands over his chest, faking offense. 

“Can a guy just walk next to a pretty girl on her way to class?” The sentence made you stop dead in your tracks, Fred following suit and turning to face you. “Go to Hogsmead with me this weekend.” 

It was a statement more than a question, but either way you could not believe what you were hearing. You looked around you, trying to see if you could spot the other red head that was typically attached to Fred to anticipate what you were sure was a joke. When you finally looked back towards Fred his eyebrows were raised, clearly anticipating your answer. 

“Are you joking?” you crossed your arms, leaning into one hip. Fred chuckled lightly, “No, go to Hogsmead with me, please?” he added the pleasantry to the end to make it more of a question. 

You couldn’t help but scoff, “Are you mental? Did one of your childish pranks go off in your face, Frederick?” He flinched slightly at the nickname you used to annoy him. “Never, in a million billion years would I go anywhere with you. I fucking hate you, Weasley.” And with that, you walked off to class, leaving Fred standing in the corridor dumbfounded. 

Since that moment you and he barely interacted. You had anticipated more pranks to be played on you since your harsh exchange, but they had seemingly stopped all together after that day. You had honestly put him out of your mind until the second term of your sixth year, when you walked into potions and was basically assaulted by dual heads of red hair. You scoffed slightly to yourself before finding a seat next to one of your housemates as Professor Snape walked in and up to his desk. 

When Snape said you were going to start this term off with a partner assignment you weren’t too bothered, whispering to your friend next to you about how you would go about it. However, when he stated that he had already picked out your partners and that you were going to be working with someone from a different house, the entire room let out a collective groan. 

That was how you found yourself sitting next to none other than Fred Weasley, who couldn’t seem to get that shit eating grin off of his face. The task was to create three different potions over the next three months, one potion per month. The three potions you were tasked with were Alihotsy Draught (a potion that causes hysterical laughter), Jawbind potion (a potion that induces lockjaw) and lastly Amortentia (love potion).

“Well I guess we’ll test the first one on you to see if it works since you never seem to smile,” Fred teased. You rolled your eyes, “Only if I get to test the second one on you. Would be nice to see your mouth closed for longer than a millisecond.” You expected a witty retort from the redhead, but instead he just laughed, not like a teasing laugh or anything either, just a genuine laugh. For whatever reason this made you smile, however you quickly tried to hide it from him. 

Over the next two months you were forced to spend time with Fred Weasley nearly three days a week, sometimes more depending on the stage of your potions. At first, you treated it like torture, finding yourself trying to angrily banter back and forth with him. 

But when Fred seemed to not appear as angry as he used to, you found yourself interested to see what type of reactions you could get out of him. Thus, you began to flirt. Little harmless things at first, using sarcasm to be suggestive. Fred’s eyebrows would raise in slight surprise but then he would return the banter. 

You didn’t know when your harmless flirting turned into actual flirting, but when you met Fred to start brewing the Amortentia, you felt your heart beat faster and your stomach flutter when he entered the room and winked at you. 

“Mornin’, gorgeous, are you ready for love?” Fred wiggled his eyebrows and your cheeks immediately flushed. You stuttered slightly trying to respond, causing him to speak again, “The potion, love. Are you ready to start?”

“Oh, erm, yes, let’s have a go at it then,” you cursed yourself internally for looking so stupid in front of him. You two worked in general silence after that, aside from asking for ingredients or directions. 

When the brew started to turn the right color Fred leaned over to smell it. A smirk grew on his face as he did so. 

“What? What do you smell, Freddie?” The nickname slipped from your lips accidentally. Fred turned to you immediately when you said it, his expression unreadable. “How about you take a smell first, then I’ll tell you.” 

You took a step closer to the cauldron, your senses overwhelmed by the most delicious scent of cinnamon and vanilla. There was a third scent there, something you recognized but couldn’t quite put your finger on. 

When you took a second, deeper, sniff the realization hit you. Your eyes widen, turning to face Fred now. The last scent was unmistakable now: firework smoke. You had smelled Fred Weasley in your love potion. 

Upon seeing your shocked state Fred only smiled, uncrossing his arms to place his large hands on either side of your waist. He leaned down, whispering softly in your ear, “Don’t fret, gorgeous. I smelled you too.”

[ilovemrutterson]

Since s0urbat won’t answer any of my questions, will YOU tell me what you dislike about the glass scientists so much?

ok sure by the way ive only read the first chapter before i got extremely bored and didn't bother to read more so if i get some things wrong feel free to correct me,

1. i hate how jekyll and hyde have different minds..? if that's the word??? i mean how hyde can speak to jekyll like he's an entirely different person. it seems more like a DID situation in the comic rather than jekyll being a shitty person and transforming into hyde to fulfill these shitty deeds, they're two different consciences in the comic.

2. the hyde design is ass im sorry, its a good design in general but it doesn't seem like it's good for hyde??? i mean he's described as fucking ugly in the book like so fucking ugly while in the comic he just screams twink (same goes with jekyll **WHY IS HE A TWINK HES 50 YEARS OLD** but someone told me that in the comic he's 30 is that true if it is that makes no sense what an odd choice to do)

3. ok don't cancel me but its victorian times right? why is every character I've seen queer, like don't get me wrong yes queer people have existed for the longest time possible but EVERY character I see in tgs is queer. like im gay myself but i think it gets to a point no?

4. i hate the fact that utterson only appears like once in the comic and that he's an easter egg character, i understand that he's the main character of the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde so they decided to not involve him, but he still contributes alot ALOT to the plot of j+h (im not writing the full name again.) so i hate that ALSO WHEN HE DOES APPEAR HIS DESIGN IS FUCKING UGLY. this may be biased because he's my favourite character so haha...

5. the art in most of it is lowkey so ugly im sorry that's my opinion, i don't want to read a comic if the art style is genuine buns in my opinion.

6. i don't like jekyll x lanyon, that's just my opinion and i know the comic really pushes it, i don't want to read something that involves a ship i don't like you get me? i just don't see it happening but that's my opinion

mike oxlongs full statement of the case

i like posting hate about it just for fun since i geniually have nothing better to do LOL, i don't interact with tgs stuff at all, it appears on my tumblr feeds and fyp so i always skip it. i just like ranting about stuff i hate to my 4 tumblr followers. and as some tgs fans said they think my posts are funny so i guess in the end it all depends on humor. thank you for listening to my rant if ive gotten some things wrong please tell me

[jaeyunniesimp]

your first kiss with them! enhypen as love tropes (maknae line)

pairing: enhypen! x gn!reader

tw: cursing ig? not proofread!!!

a/n: sawry for not posting for so long :( i was really having a creative block (and was kinda depressed lol :,) but i’m back!! and hopefully not leaving soon. if you have any requests, please feel free to leave them, it really helps actually when i can’t think of anything to write :/ anyways hope you enjoy this i know it took so long hopefully it’s up to your expectations (if you have any) luv y’all <3

wc: 1.5k

hyung line version

sunoo (academic rivals to lovers!): sunoo was your biggest (and only) competition. you had always been the perfect student, the best grades, the teacher’s favorite, that was, of course, until he showed up. he managed to beat you in everything or to at least be as good as you. at first it didn’t bother you that much, but he was definitely smug about it, and that indeed annoyed the living shit out of you.

he was undeniably pretty and if you weren’t so caught up on being better than him, you would’ve certainly fallen for him bad the minute you first saw him. and then the unexpected happened: your teacher paired the both of you for a project. she was either insane or genius, no in betweens. as much as you hated the idea, a part of you was excited to show off in front of him.

he’d offered for you to work on the assignment at his place, and that’s were you found yourself. you were awkwardly sitting on his bed, fidgeting your fingers trying to come up with the best answers to the complicated questions your teacher gave you. he was staring at you and you could feel it, which only made you more nervous. you didn’t even know why you felt so awkward around him like that.

“you okay, Y/N?” he asked laughing. you looked up at him ainda scoffed an untrue “great!” making him giggle. he was so adorable you wanted to explode (cute aggression hehe) but you obviously ignore that urge. after a few silent seconds, he got up from his seat in front of you and made his way to the bed, sitting next to you.

“am i crazy or do i make you nervous?” he asked suddenly, almost making you choke on your own saliva. you looked at him with wide eyes, quickly changing your expression to seem unbothered by his statement. “yeah you wish” you answered. “really? not even a little bit?” he asked again, this time moving closer to you, if that was even possible. you looked up at him and hummed in denial, not really being capable of forming actual sentences.

“really?” he asked again, while slowly cupping your cheek and pulling your face closer to his, connecting your foreheads. you held his face gently and gave him a soft and passionate kiss, which he instantly reciprocated. you only pulled apart for the need of oxygen, smiling wide “still hate me?” he asked smugly, which you rolled your eyes to and gave him a small bump on the shoulder.

jungwon (neighborhood crush!): your mother insisted that you’d go welcome your new neighbors with her, which you weren’t so hyped for, until you met their son, of course. jungwon must’ve been one of the cutest guys you’ve ever seen, his big cat-like eyes were truly mesmerizing, and his smile made you melt instantly. besides, he was so nice to you, you and him had started a sweet friendship ever since. you weren’t close per se, but he was becoming your favorite company.

you’d often meet at the little café he worked in, which you thought suited him so well to be honest, everything about jungwon was comforting. today wasn’t any different: you were studying in your usual corner of the shop, your coffee mug now empty for a while, waiting for his shift to end so you could chat and walk back home together (and hopefully grab some dinner on your way).

“finished your assignment?” he appeared next to you, like a curious cat, making you jolt. “fuck, you scared me!” you put your hand on your chest, trying to recover. “sorry! didn’t mean to. my shift is over, do you wanna stay any longer?” he asked, concerned that you were stressed over your studies. he was definitely a sweet guy, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make a billion butterflies fly around your stomach once in a while. “god, no, please let’s just go home” you said and quickly grabbed your things.

there wasn’t really any conversation happening during your ten minute walk, which is something you got used to already with jungwon. the silence became somehow comforting after a while. jungwon truly couldn’t stop staring at you. he think you looked so cute, messy hair, a little pout on your face from the stress, he just wanted to hug and squeeze you right there and then.

although he’d never do that, he couldn’t help it, he needed some kind of contact with you. that’s when he boldly slipped his hand in yours and held it like it was a normal, everyday thing for you. he didn’t look at you, just kept walking and occasionally rubbing small circles on your palm with his thumb.

you were definitely flustered, but you wanted that to happen as much as he did. you didn’t even question him and just tagged along on the same unspoken plan of pretending like it was normal. when you arrived to the front of your house, you almost forgot to let him go, which he noticed and got all blushy about (hehe so cute). “well, thanks for walking me home” you said, fidgeting your fingers. “it’s okay, i don’t live so far away” he joked and flashed you that sweet smile of his.

you laughed and were ready to turn on your heels when a hand grabbed your arm, “Y/N, wait” he said softly. you looked at him confused and waited for him to continue talking, but instead he leaned closer to you a left a sweet small peck on your lips, cupping your cheeks gently. “i’ll see you tomorrow?” he asked smiling, like he didn’t just turn you into a human tomato. you muttered a small “uhum” which made him chuckle.

“okay, good night then” he said, and you leaned to give him a kiss on the cheek, wishing him also a good night. he is definitely whipped (and so are you).

ni-ki (childhood best friend!): you and riki were definitely the most cliche pair of buddies in town. you’ve known each other for so long you can’t even remember how you met, you’re his ride or die and he’s yours.

lately, you were pondering about how open you were with each other and realized he never talked about his romantic interests with you, and neither did you with him. to be honest, you were never truly interested in anyone you’ve met, maybe a few light crushes, but that’s about it. you couldn’t quite put a finger on it though, you thought maybe you weren’t made for love.

you decided to do what you always do: talk to your best friend about your concerns. maybe he’s been through the same thing or at least has good insight in what you should do.

tonight was one of your game nights. game nights meaning ni-ki would play fifa all night sitting on his bed, while you sat or lied next to him scrolling through your phone, and of course you would chat and gossip as well. he had been quiet for a bit now, unusual for riki, but he was really focused on his game, so you took the opportunity.

“riki”, you blurted unexpectedly, to which he hummed in response, signaling for you to continue. “have you ever been in love? or, i don’t know, crushed on someone?” he was silent for a few seconds, paused his game and turned to face you. “why?” he asked, suspicious.

“because i don’t think i’ve ever had, i’m worried i might never find someone…”. he chuckled lightly at your response and scooted closer to where you were “that’s silly”, he responded with a grin. you looked at him with a mixture of sulk and offense, which only made him smile wider.

“how could you ever fall for someone else when you have me by your side?” you rolled your eyes at his comment and bumped his shoulder lightly, but for some reason you felt your tummy turn. “i mean it!” you argued, now getting a sense he was mocking you. “so do i!” he threw his arms up, defending himself. “answering your question…” he leaned in closer to you, almost too close. “yes, i guess i’ve crushed on someone before”.

you nodded after a small hum and the room fell silent again, but his gaze never left your features, waiting for you to speak more. “who was your crush?” you asked curiously, and kind of jealous. “uhm, let’s see… you might know them. we’ve been friends for a really long time. they have the weirdest laugh that makes me so happy, specially because they laugh at all my jokes, even if they’re not funny. they’re really pretty, smart and kind, and they also think they’ve never loved anyone?” he said, leaning even closer every second.

you just stared at him blankly, lowkey shaking, and were somewhat happy and nervous with his confession. he started approaching you slowly, until finally closing the gap between you two in a sweet, chaste kiss. you could’ve stayed like that for hours, honestly. “i think you were right” you stated shyly, which made him chuckle and attack you with lil kisses >:( so cute pls protect

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[yanderechuu]

do any of the teachers ever notice the things happening to y/n? (i headcannon Mic and Midnight as yanderes that would give advice to 1A lol)

yandere!Class 1A x fem!reader

[2.1K]

Summary: Aizawa is the first one you approached in regards to your certain predicament.

Warning: nonconsensual recording

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Aizawa suspected something wasn’t quite right by the moment he saw you entering the class a minute before the bell rang, all haggard and teary-eyed, though you tried your best to obscure your disposition. He always knew you to often be in a state of discomfort whenever you were compelled to socialize, especially with your classmates, but now - you looked as if you reached your limit of holding the weight of the world on your shoulders, crashing down all at once as depicted on your crestfallen expression. 

And when you showed up in front of the faculty room, timidly soliciting his presence, his suspicions were only further verified. Even with a pending question regarding subject matters in your mind, you weren’t one to approach a teacher to inquire about it, and if you did it was because the teacher was the one who would ask your attendance; never the other way around.

Present Mic was the first one to acknowledge you. He stood up from his office chair, waving at you comically. “Yo, (l/n)! Having trouble with English again?”

You never had a problem with his subject; he only insisted that you’d come to him in regards to that. “N-no, not really. May I speak to Aizawa-sensei?”

“Talk with me instead!” He enthusiastically spoke and headed over to you. “Come on, what’s the matter?”

“It isn’t your place to ask that when I’m here.” Aizawa interceded, clearly unimpressed by Mic’s antics. He failed to see the latter’s displeased countenance. “(L/n), what is it?”

You avoided eye contact with him, averting your view to the ground - that was alright. You were always like this, and he didn’t mind. Nothing out of place except for the fact that it looked as if you were about to cry any moment now.

“Can we- can we, um, talk somewhere more private?” You asked quietly.

His brows raised in wonder at your request. Nevertheless, he didn’t decline you, only nodding lackadaisically before heading towards the teacher’s lounge, where you followed him suit. He flicked the door tag to ‘occupied’ and entered the room after you, when he told you sit on the three-person sofa situated not quite on the farthest left of the space. Then, he settled himself on the chair across you.

“Well?” He asked, expectantly.

But you had once again your head above a thick cloud of anxiety. You knew that after the event with Momo in the girls’ locker room - where you had injured her against your will because she had been violating your personal space - your homeroom teacher kept a cautious eye on you in case you’d re-enact that incident. And it wasn’t just that incident that made him look at you like you were a criminal on the loose, either. Your classmates found and did a lot of ways to place you in Aizawa’s naughty list just so you wouldn’t snitch on their abusive (they’d call it affectionate) behavior on you.

That didn’t erase the fact that you were nevertheless his student; he cared for you no less than he cared for his other pupils, yet you were just too ignorant in figuring that out. All that mattered to you was that you’d voice out your current concern to him, but with your insecurities holding you down it seemed it would be more difficult than you had primarily foreseen it to be.

“I-I,” you stammered out, fiddling with something inside your pocket, “u-um, you see, t-there’s this, I mean, I can’t-”

He grew increasingly frustrated with your constant stuttering, and although he did understand your shy nature which largely affected your conversational habits, he only had so much patience to deal with it.

“I don’t have all day.” He stated, glowering at your form in mild irritation. “If you’re going to keep doing that, talk to the wall.”

You abruptly halted in speaking after that, only looking down on your lap, staring wide-eyed, grief-stricken at the revelation that perhaps he really did not want to heed any of your words because you were just that bad of a student that he had decided you were not worth much the effort to concern himself with. And maybe he was right - that your words didn’t matter because you didn’t matter; that there were more affairs he better be tending to than yours; that you were only making a big deal out of this when it truthfully wasn’t.

Oh god, you felt like vomiting. Self-deprecation was getting the better of you.

He stood up and sauntered to the exit, not bothering to spare you a glance. “Come back to me when you actually know what you want to say.”

It was a matter of seconds when you ran to him, pulling him back rather harshly by the grip you had on his sleeve. He turned around due to the force to see your head still hung low, avoiding his gaze as always - only, your shoulders were quivering sporadically, and occasional sniffs were heard from your person.

“P-please, sensei...” you voiced out, shaken and horrifyingly delicate. “I-I’m so scared. Please.”

While he looked at you with contracted irises, countenance now alert from your unexpected disposition, you pulled your trembling hand out of your skirt pocket, nervously disclosing to him from your palm a small, black device with a tiny yet prominent lens.

“M-my room,” you heaved, “I-I saw this i-in my room, m-my closet, while- while I was dressing up, and I don’t know how long it had been in there but it probably already caught me bare and-”

You broke down in a flurry misery and shame, allowing yourself to fall to the ground but you didn’t - Aizawa seized you in his arms, his gentle, fatherly arms that could only do so much to console you from the horror of your reality. And he held your head as you cried on his chest, one little thing he could do after ignoring your situation and letting you think that your significance was less than the rest of his other students. At that moment, you were just so little, so fragile, so naïve he’d keep you in his pocket if he could. Why would someone do something as debauched as illegally recording your innocent self?

“I’m sor-sorry,” you sobbed, “I’m really telling the truth, p-please-”

“Shh, it’s okay. I don’t doubt you.” He reassured. Why were you apologizing? Were you that insecure of being a nuisance? No, no, you never were. Not to him. He reached for your hand to take the cursed device. “Since when did you find out?”

“J-just this morning.” You responded.

“Alright. Do you want to rest? This must have taken a huge toll on you.”

But you still had classes ongoing. Then again, you didn’t feel like looking at the faces of the prime suspects who possibly did you dirty, even when you knew that you’d have to eventually interact with them to get notes of your missed lessons. You were so tired from summoning the lot of your courage to confront your teacher regarding your problem, so you probably wouldn’t have the energy to listen to class discussion. Aizawa finalized your decision by pulling you up and guiding you towards the office of Recovery Girl who, after being briefed of your predicament by your homeroom teacher, welcomed you with a warm smile, telling you to make yourself comfortable in one of the beds in the infirmary.

He then made his way to 1A classroom, a newfound swelling of rage and disappointment in his chest, both forwarded to his class and to himself because only now did he realize that perhaps you were often so restless and apprehensive in the presence of your classmates because they did things that made you bury yourself in the deepest parts of your shell as a last attempt to revel in a sense of safety. Your timidity was not entirely derived from your own nature; it was also due to the maltreatment you were receiving from your classmates. Halting his steps by the classroom door, he looked through the glass window, seeing the class focusing on Midnight’s lecture.

Well, not quite. He could tell that your classmates were visibly affected by the lack of your presence, glancing at your desk from time to time as quiz papers were being passed behind - so they were in the middle of a test, he guessed. But that wasn’t his concern.

In impudent manner, he walked in amid Midnight’s talking, disregarding her face’s sudden morphing into vexation as the students gave him a look of confusion.

“Eraser, what are you-” she was rudely interrupted as Aizawa took the test reference papers from her hands. Something about Modern Hero Art History, he read. He faced his class with disdain, stating,

“Until someone confesses their crime of hiding a spy camera on (l/n)’s dorm room, all of you are receiving failing marks on this test.”

Quite suddenly, the class burst into violent upheaval, gasping, perking, some allowing the dreadful news of your situation to sink in, others letting out noises of complaint before actually taking consideration to the main point of Aizawa’s statement. Midnight stared at him in disbelief, but did nothing to stop his measures.

Momo abruptly stood. “I-is (y/n) okay? We should go check on her!”

“No, you shouldn’t.” Aizawa said. “All of you are suspects. You’ve no right to see her.”

“She probably just made that up get back on us for whatever fucking reason!” Yelled Bakugou.

“Yeah?” The male pro-hero disingenuously mused. He then picked up the spy camera and held it for everyone to see, before setting it down the teacher’s podium. “This was found on her closet. Would she risk recording herself naked just to prove that point?”

Noise died down thereafter, setting their sights solemnly at the device, the class collectively having the same thought in regards to the spy camera.

(Why hadn’t they thought of that? It could have been easier to check on you that way, since you almost always confined yourself in the privacy of your own room.)

“So? No one wants to speak up?” Aizawa asked, though expected the silence.

“Aizawa, have them approach you after classes. It’s embarrassing this way.” Midnight intervened.

“Well that’s the point. Get them exposed to the entire class, so everyone could realize how much of a perverted bastard one of these to-be heroes are. Good values, my ass.” He replied, not bothering to filter rather colorful vocabulary. “Where’s your dignity?”

He let a minute or two pass for the perpetrator to reveal themselves, but soon it became apparent that whomever they were refused to admit to their crime, willing to sacrifice the grades of the class for the sake of anonymity. That would be deemed useless, anyway, because Aizawa was already set on figuring out whom they were, no matter the extent he’d go to in order for that to happen. He’d expel them at once.

But he didn’t have the power to expel someone outside of his class.

“I guess that’s it for your test.” He sighed, disgruntled, picking up the small camera and sauntering his way out of the classroom after giving Midnight a look that he was dead serious with marking all of them a failing score. She stared at him in uncertainty, nonetheless abided by his decisions, albeit hesitantly.

Upon ascertaining his absence, Midnight turned to Class 1A, amusement and humor dancing on her seductive countenance.

“Naïve, hormonal teenagers,” she mused, “the closet, really? Couldn’t you have chosen somewhere less conspicuous?”

None of them bothered to tell her that they were truthfully unaware of the incident.

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Hagakure Toru, stealth hero, entered your room silently in the nude, the only proof of her movements being a tinier, different spy camera she’d brought along with her. No, not the closet, you might find it again. It looked so painfully obvious on the desk, too, and neither in the bathroom due to its pale white interior. 

But on the pencil holder situated atop your nightstand would do. You barely moved it, anyway, only having its purpose served as a decoration; something to fill the vacancy of the bedside table. After a few adjustments in camouflaging the device with the environment and making sure the lens displayed the area of your space, Hagakure checked its concealment one more time, before mechanically heading outside and back to her own dorm. 

Her body collided almost violently with her room’s door, snapping her out of her trance. 

“H-huh!? Weird... how’d I end up in my room?” She asked, receiving no answer from particularly anyone.

But Shinso Hitoshi could provide her one, if only he weren’t outside, staring at your terrace from five stories down your room, a gratifying smirk donned on his features. Now, the only thing he had to do was dismantle and relocate the gadgets wirelessly connected with the camera Aizawa had confiscated.

[kiiboslostahoge]

Lee!Zhongli is immaculate. Ler!Venti is immaculate. Combine the two for... GREATNESS! And hopefully lee/ler moods, but my writing skills have got a long way to go lol. I got the idea from this from a fic where Venti uses the wind to trip Zhongli, and my mind was like, "What if Venti could make it tickle?" And thus, this was born. Enjoyy! (Fic below cut) Tw: Purely platonic tickling! *Ehe* And mentions of alcohol. "Please, ask me anything. I shall answer honestly, for it is the least I can do to apologize for my deception, " Zhongli had said after the fiasco he had set up for his retirement. "Multiple questions, right?" Paimon asked before Lumine could say anything. "As many as you'd like," the ex-archon reassured, "I shall try my best to answer anything you have to ask, but please note that I have no information on the whereabouts of your brother." "Okay then," Lumine said, a clear undertone of disappointment in her voice. "Thoughts on Childe?" "Is he bothering you? I assure you, I truly am able to deal with him swiftly, with or without my gnosis," he stated. "Slow-burn then," the traveler remarked, "Okay, thoughts on Hu Tao? " "I have said this before and I shall say it again, she is utterly detestable. I sometimes wonder how her parents have ever angered me or another archon enough to warrant a curse like that. I wish to sew her mouth shut." "Sheesh. Okay, final question, thoughts on Barbatos?" "An irresponsible, drunk buffoon. For someone sharing of my status as an archon, he acts more like a toddler who has seen the real world for a glorious two seconds now. I would rather be handcuffed to the director for a day than spend a minute with him," Zhongli looked somewhere between Diluc describing Fatui and Kaeya describing Diluc. Quite interesting, Lumine decided. Looks like Venti was a no-go on the Zhongli summoning rituals. Eh, Childe would work well enough. "Looks like I've got nothing else to ask. Byee!" Lumine said. "Farewell, Lumine. I greatly appreciate your conversation, and hope that we may engage in such verbal exchanges more often," Zhongli replied. Shortly after Lumine was out of sight, a large, frigid gust of wind knocked him back. To any ordinary person, such a change in weather would've prompted great concern. However, Zhongli knew better, for he has the misfortune of meeting- "Barbatos." "The one and only! But please, refer to me as Venti the bard. Anyways, good to see you as rude as ever," The drunkard teased. "Then call me Zhongli. As for your commentary on my statement towards you, to be any kinder would simply be telling a lie with a few extra steps. That would violate my contract with Lumine, and we both know I would never violate a contract, " Zhongli remarked dryly. "My heart has been broken already, Zhongli! How could you break it any further?" Venti gasped in mock offense, sending a small flurry of wind towards his fellow archon. As much as Zhongli would wish to deny everything, he cannot. For his own mind is the least safe place in all of Liyue, filled with all the memories, ones he truly does not wish to approach. Therefore he is smacked in the face with honesty. He squeaked. He, Morax, oldest of the seven, squeaked. And Barbatos notices. "Pfft- Did you just-" The flying toddler has once again fallen to his laughter, giggles wracking his frame. Eventually, the giggles subside. "Zhongli," Venti grins, and the consultant wants to back away at once, "Ticklish?" "Venti, don't. " "Don't touch you? Alright then," Zhongli knows there's something else in store here. There always is with that walking toddler who calls himself a God. But no amount of foresight could possibly prepare him for the gusts of wind tickling his sides. Venti truly is ridiculous. The ridiculousness doesn't stop his deep giggles from spilling, though. And Venti's teasing is making it worse. "V-vehentihi!" "Hmm?" "Dohohon't!" "What was that? Sorry, you know toddlers can't understand anything." "Dohon't- yohou knohow whahat!" "Aww, is the great Morax embarrassed? Tell me, how does it feel to be

forced to laugh like this by a buffoon such as myself? Where'd all that high-and-mighty stuff go, hmm?" "Nohot evehen my irihitatation wihishes toho toleherate yohou," he giggled. "So rude! I think you need to learn some manners, Zhongli!" Venti sent small gusts of wind down the older gods thighs, eliciting a squeal. A squeal. His dignity was crumbling every minute, and Venti wasn't helping. "Oho- A squeal? What happened to you, Mr Wrath-of-the-Rock? Eh, doesn't matter. Do it again!" Venti remarked. The older archon felt a gust of wind blow his left hand towards his right. The gust of wind didn't lighten up this time, as it trapped his hands together. "Change of plan," the alcoholic grinned, "Tickling's gotta be organic, you know? I can't just let the wind do all the work! " With that, Venti scribbled his friend's ankles, revelling in the squeal mixed in with Morax's deep laughter. However, he knew that once all of this was over, he needed to buy time. It was possible for him to outrun Morax, given his vision and build, but he'd need some sort of head start. Eh, he'd come up with something. "So, what happens if I do this?" Venti teased, sending a flurry of pokes towards Zhongli's belly button. "Vehenti, wahahait!" "Wait for what? For you to stop being so ticklish? Well, I've got some news for you, that isn't happening any time soon." With that, Venti shoved his hands under the moraless Mora-god's armpits, eliciting lighter, more airy giggles. "You know what? I'll strike you a deal! Tell me I'm the best and I'll stop. Got it?" "Nohoho." "Really? Too bad. Guess I'll have to keep at this for a while then," Venti said with mock disappointment, "In fact, I think that neck looks awfully sensitive. It would be a shame if I gave it a little raspberry?" "Vehenti-" "You keep saying my name, Zhongli. Is it because you the tickling? Alright then, I'll give you what you want." "DoHOHON'T-" Zhongli was cut off by a raspberry right to the neck. "AHA- CUHUT IHIT OHOUT, BARBAHATOS!" "Say I'm the best, then." "FIHIHINE, Y-YOHOU'RE THEHE BEHEST!" "Alright, alright. Well then, I'll be going." Before Zhongli could say anything, Venti was out of sight. No matter, he would get his vengeance soon enough. And maybe set him up with Alatus while he was at it.

[jaehyunfirstlove]

hi!! can i please make a request for hate sex with dom jaehyun (maybe with a fluffy ending if it fits 👀 ) thank you so much in advance <3

Pairing: best friend's brother!jaehyun x f.reader

Genre: e2l, smut (18+ only)

Warnings: hate sex, dom/sub, degradation, oral sex (m. receiving), throatfucking, fingering, squirting, dirty talk, swearing

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: thanks for the request, and i hope the ending isn't too jarring lol

You didn’t know what it was about Jaehyun, your best friend’s brother, that you hated so much. Maybe it was the fact that he was always so rude to you, barely saying hello, barely even acknowledging your presence when you were around. Maybe it was the fact that he walked around like he was god’s gift to women, and that women, in fact, would fall at his feet. Or maybe it was the fact that you were attracted to him and you hated that you were.

“What’s your brother’s problem, anyway?” you grumbled at your best friend, Mark, one day when Jaehyun had ignored you yet again.

Mark just shrugged. “Who knows.”

“Like, why does he have to act like that? It’s so annoying!” you complained, and Mark just looked at you.

“Y/N, why does it bother you so much?” he asked slyly. Your face heated up at Mark’s insinuation.

“It doesn’t bother me!” you countered, but Mark was smirking.

“Y/N, are you interested in my brother?” he waggled his eyebrows at you, and you threw one of the couch pillows at him.

“Absolutely not!” you lied, but Mark just laughed.

“That’s good, because you’re not his type at all.”

Mark’s statement cut you like a knife, and you didn’t think you could hate Jaehyun more.

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“Oh, I was expecting Mark, what are you doing here?”

You had gone over to Mark’s place, but Jaehyun had answered the door. He just looked at you and shrugged.

“I just came by to pick something up,” he answered, in a very bored tone. “You know he’s at work, right?”

“I thought he’d be home by now. No worries, I’ll come back later.” You turned around to leave, not wanting to prolong the agonizing conversation with Jaehyun, but he stopped you.

“You’re already here, you might as well wait.” He stepped aside, inviting you in.

You were in a panic, unsure as to what to do. On the one hand, you wanted to flee, but on the other, here he was, actually inviting you to spend time with him. Curiosity got the better of you and you stepped inside.

“Make yourself at home, or whatever it is people say,” he said lazily, turning his back on you to go to the fridge and get himself a drink. He popped the soda can open and started drinking, and you looked at him with disgust.

“This isn’t your home so you have no business saying that, and it’s rude of you to get a drink without offering one to your guest!” you fumed.

He smirked. “You just finished saying this isn’t my home, so why would I offer you a drink?”

“Ugh! You’re maddening!”

“And you’re a fucking tease!”

Your mouth dropped open in shock. He was looking at you, almost menacingly, eyes dark. You swallowed audibly then, as he put the soda can down on the table and walked towards you.

“You walk around giving me those looks, you think I don’t see them?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shot back, “you’re full of yourself.”

“I know you want me, Y/N,” he said, his voice low, “so stop fucking teasing.”

You were seething, his ego filling the room so you could barely breathe, and the fact that he saw right through you angered you even more. “Get over yourself.”

“I’ve had enough,” he suddenly said in a gruff tone, “come here, now.”

Despite your anger, something inside you made you obey, and you walked over to where he was. He stared at you for a moment, eyes hard, before he pulled you to him by the waistband of your jeans and crashed his lips against yours.

He took your breath away, with the way his mouth was moving against yours, with the way his hands handled you roughly, squeezing your waist, fingers digging into your flesh. You put your hands up to his chest, meaning to push him away, but the solid broadness of the muscle you felt through his t-shirt made you change your mind, a rush of heat flooding your core.

“Just admit you’re a tease, Y/N,” he growled once he detached his lips from yours, “just admit you want me.”

“I don’t want you, Jaehyun,” you retorted, but you were grabbing at his shirt wanting him to take it off. “I hate you.”

“That’s perfect, princess, because I don’t exactly like you either,” he countered, his voice hard, and the tone of it only added to your arousal. He pulled your shirt off you, almost ripping it in his haste, unhooking your bra and flinging it to a corner of the room. Once he had your breasts bared to him he squeezed them harshly, pinching your nipples and making you cry out.

“Naughty girls like you need to be punished,” he continued, manhandling you until he had you bent over the back of the couch. You only had a moment to turn your head to watch what he was doing, before he was yanking your jeans and panties down to your ankles. You braced yourself once he unzipped, pulling out his cock, hard and angry, precum already leaking from the tip. He looked at you, eyes brazen, and without warning he slammed into you from behind, your hands falling to the seat of the couch from the force of his thrust.

“You’re gonna take your punishment, you’re gonna take my cock, and I’m gonna fuck you like the slut that you are,” his voice was gruff as he pounded into you, fingers once again digging into the flesh of your hips. “This is what you get for being a fucking tease.”

His filthy talk, his cock filling you to the brim, all of it had your juices coating the insides of your thighs, had you moaning shamelessly into the couch cushion. His tip kept hitting you in that spot deep inside, and the pleasure was building to a point where you thought you’d explode.

“Jaehyun,” you whined, “you’re gonna make me come.”

He pulled out then, the loss of him inside you making your orgasm die down. Tears pricked your eyes, you were so close. “Naughty girls don’t get to come,” he growled, turning you around to face him. “On your knees.”

You dropped to your knees in front of him, his angry cock at your eye level, glistening with your juices. Instinctively you opened your mouth, and he rammed it in with little grace. You didn’t gag, and he took advantage of that, fucking into your throat as he tangled his fingers into your hair.

“You like that, don’t you baby,” he growled, “it’s just what you deserve, you fucking tease.”

He continued to fuck your mouth, admiring the way his cock bulged in your throat. The absolutely feral look in his eyes was turning you on, and your fingers went to your pussy for some relief. He watched you hungrily, and it was enough for him, warm cum spilling into your throat as he tightened his hold in your hair.

“That was fucking hot, maybe I will reward you and let you come, what do you think?”

You could only nod, before he released his cock from your mouth and pulled you up to a standing position. Your knees were weak from kneeling, but they got weaker when he suddenly plunged two fingers into your wet pussy. You cried out, back arching, and he held you with his other arm as he pumped his fingers into you.

“You’re gonna come for me, because that’s what a slut like you does, you’re gonna come all over my fingers, got that?”

You couldn’t even respond, the relentless hammering of his fingers against your g-spot bringing you to an orgasm ridiculously fast. You gripped his arms when it hit you, your body shuddering, your juices spurting from you and coating his fingers, hand, and forearm. Your eyes had fluttered closed, and as you were trying to come back to yourself you could hear him chuckling appreciatively.

“Wow, Y/N, that was fucking hot.”

You opened your eyes to see that he was actually smiling at you, although you were mortified to see that you had squirted all over him. “Oh fuck, I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s all good,” he laughed, pulling you to him. “It was really hot.”

Still embarrassed, you let him pull you close, and you snuggled hesitantly against his chest, marveling at the change in his demeanor. “Jaehyun?” you questioned, wondering what brought about the sudden gentleness in his movements.

“Make no mistake, I still hate you,” he said, but his voice was soft, his hands rubbing your back as he started to press soft kisses to the top of your head.

You smiled to yourself before tilting your head to look at him. “I still hate you too,” you said with a cheeky grin, before pulling him down for a heated kiss.

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Thank you for 1k!

[freindly-neighbourhood-anarchist]

☀︎︎-: 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 :-☀︎︎

Kimetsu no yaiba x reader

°•.《 characters 》.•°

Rengoku, Giyuu, Shinobu, Sanemi

Tw: Swearing because Sanemi is Sanemi

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I'm definitely gonna binge write this series after watching the movie, I literally cant stop thinking about it--

Send in as much requests as you want!! :))

I do fluff, different AU's, angst and NSFW(we'll see).

Keep in mind, I havent read the manga. I'm caught up to the train Arc and that's it, so try not to spoil anything by requesting characters that havent appeared yet lol

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☼︎ ☀︎︎ʀᴇɴɢᴏᴋᴜ ᴋʏᴏᴜᴊᴜʀᴏᴜ☀︎︎ ☼︎

Holding hands is sort of a need for him-

He's huge with PDA and holding your small hand within his reassures him quite a bit. He never needs to ask to hold your hand, he just grips it whenever and wherever.

I feel like he'll sense when your nervous and be really perceptive, so he'd hold your hand to ground you in a way

It's highly effectve.

"Delicious!" Your energetic boyfriend chirped, eating his takoyaki with fervour and a bright smile.

You ate your own food from across him, shaking your head a little with a slight smile slanting onto your lips.

It's definitely been a long day, so winding down and eating with your amazing boyfriend is definitely a preferable way to end it.

He sort of sensed your stress as you came back from training, sweat sleek across your forehead. And thus, he ran a bath for you and then took you out for dinner to take your mind off of whatever was bothering you.

He's always had a keen intuition and was brilliant at reading emotions on others. It was a weird super power at this point. But he noticed how relaxed you were now that you were with him, it melted his heart.

His eyes flickered over your expression, his eyes soft with adoration and affection." This is certainly calming after a long day!" He exclaimed happily.

At his jolly aura, you nodded in agreement," Honestly... It's like you have some weird superpower to make me forget about whatever was annoying me. Kinda freaky." You shivered.

Letting out a hearty laugh, the man reached out, interlacing his long fingers with yours suddenly. The warmth of his skin sending goosebumps over your arms.

"I just know you too well! Nothing wrong or freaky about that!" His grin was filled with light.

Your fingers tightened around his, his warm skin seemed to be heating up your own body as well. Thank God, you were beginning to get cold anyways.

"Have I ever told you about how cute your hands are!" It was more of a statement than a question, pulling his hand and your hand closer to him so he could get a better glimpse at your soft hands." So tiny... So soft. It's like I'm being touched by an angel!"

"Geez, you're cheesy."

"You love it~!"

"... Fair point."

•«☔︎ 𝙜𝙞𝙮𝙪𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙤𝙠𝙖 ☔︎»•

Bro I'm sorry, but I dont think he holds your hand much-

I feel like he thinks he doesnt need to show how much he loves you through actions, more so through blunt words.

But he will get the sudden urge to hold your hand every once in a while, so be prepared because he could get the jump on you at any point.

Doesnt like PDA that much, it makes him slightly uncomfortable because it's in public but I feel like he would get used to it later in your relationship.

Ocean-blue eyes stared at you hesitantly as you continued to speak about the new breathing technique you had learned.

Both you and Giyuu were walking peacefully through the garden you had grown over the years, the plants varying in different colours and sizes. They reminded him of you.

Your peaceful personality cued him to remember the petals of the flowers blowing gently in the breeze. Not to mention you smell very distinctly and sweet just like the flowers as well.

But as he walked with you in this haven, he felt pretty agitated and frustated. He hid it well with his usual deapan expressions, but he could feel the pit of the emotions growing bigger.

His hand twitched suddenly when the back of yours brushed against his, his cheeks tinting pink at the abrupt contact.

Gulping, he looked straight ahead with sharp eyes and a furrowed brow.

The atmosphere shifted.

And when you had stopped talking, he knew that you had noticed the harsh shift as well.

"Giyuu?... Are you feeling okay? You look like you're burning up." You questioned out of concern, a worried expression upon your face.

Shaking his head briefly, the ravenette continued to walk with his head staring straight ahead," I feel optimal. Why do you ask?" He was so obviously trying to change the subject.

You frowned a little at the stiff response and opened your mouth to respond but your boyfriend had beaten you to it.

"Let me h-... Hold your... Hand... Please." He uttered, looking down with red cheeks, an embarrassed scowl squirmed on his lips.

You were silent for a long while, making him wait nervously for your answer. What he wasn't expecting was the cute snort of laughter coming from you and grabbing his hand tightly within your own, your other hand wrapping around his forearm like it was a substitute teddy bear.

His cheeks heated up tenfold and he had to look away before you noticed.

"You're such a cutie. You don't need to ask to hold my hand you know?" You teased lightly, nudging him playfully by bumping your hip against his.

"I-it's embarrassing." He retorted.

"Whatever, cutie."

"No."

"Yes."

"Stop it."

꧁ꕥ 𝑲𝒐𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒖 ꕥ꧂

She would sooo tease you for wanting to hold her hand-

Like, she would hold it obvi, but she'd tease you about it for a good 5 minutes before finally giving up lol

Flustering you is one of her favourite pastimes, it was what your relationship was built on top of in the first place. Teasing eachother was always a thing you guys did.

But Kocho takes teasing to a MAXIMUM.

It's like you guys are challenging eachother to a tease off and she just refuses to loose. She'd rather die.

Dramatic but true

What a fucking queen-

"Ara, ara~ what was that? You want to hold my hand?" The raven haired woman pressed her hand against her lips, raising a suggestive eyebrow at you." Oh~ How scandalous! You're saying we should do pre-martial hand holding? why, that's practically a crime!"

You deadpanned at your girlfriend's words," Holding your hand is a crime?..."

"Mmhm!"

"But we literally made-out yester-"

She smiled at you passive-aggressively," I'm afraid we can't hold hands until we're married! Too bad!" She sighed, pretending to seem devastated ," How could you suggest we do such a lewd thing? In public, no less! You're quite the little scoundrel, hmm?~"

Your deadpan only deepened," Well then... I guess I'll just have to marry you then, hm? So I can hold your hand for the rest of my life." You chimed out, a slight twinkle in your eye. At the sight of Kocho's cheeks tinting a bright red, you smirked in triumph." Oya~? What's that I see? Is that blush?" You poked her warm cheek affectionately," I think it iiiis~!"

Biting her lip, Kocho scoffed and rolled her eyes," Just because you won doesn't mean you-... Shut up." She huffed out, losing her composure.

" Aha! So I won." You grinned out," I think I deserve a prize for winning for like... the first time." You said that last part quickly.

" You're not getting a kiss, if that's what you're referring to!" She smiled up at you passive aggressively.

Now the win didn't even feel like a win.

I guess, Kocho will always win in the end.

You pouted at her, eyebrows furrowed," You're so petty...." You groaned out, before a cheeky grin crossed over your lips," How about letting me hold your hand instead?"

Kocho stared at your grin with an unimpressed look, before her eyes softened and a gentle smile spread onto her perfect lips." Wipe that cheeky grin off of your face and I might consider it."

A bright smile instantly spread onto your lips and you held out your hand expectantly for her to take it. Her radiant smile only widened and her hand settled into yours, her warm fingers closing over your own as if she was keeping them safe in her hold.

" Now you have to marry me." She stated simply," I want to hold your hand in mine for the rest of my life as well."

᯾༄𖦹.𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕘𝕦𝕫𝕒𝕨𝕒 𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕚 .𖦹༄᯾

BRUUUUH THIS FUCKING MAN-

Ok, so hear me out lol-

I have read up on his character a tiny bit and bro he's such a fucking SOFTY like-

If you were to ask him to hold your hand he'd highkey have to process what you said for like a minute or two before finally agreeing to it lol

He has such a tough-guy exterior when on the inside he's actually really caring to those who are important to him.

Definitely one of those characters who seem like pricks but they like something cute like cats or something-

"Uhm... Sanemi?" You spoke up suddenly, interrupting the peaceful silence.

Your boyfriend broke out of his daze of appreciating your beauty and hummed to let you know that he was listening, picking up some of his uneaten rice with his chopsticks.

"Can... Can I h-hold your hand?"

He choked on the rice he was eating, coughing into his fist and thumping his other hand against his chest to try and get the rice that shot down the back of his throat to go down.

You went to get out of your chair to help him, concern etched onto your face, but he held a hand up to stop you. Instead, you simply passed your water to him, as of which he chugged greatfully.

When he had finally gained his composure, he held out a slightly trembling hand, his cheeks tinted red as he let out a gruff," yeah... Of course you can, idiot. You don't have to ask..."

Adoration bloomed in your chest at his words and you grabbed his outstretched hand, instantly interlocking your fingers with his. Absentmindedly, you ran your thumb up and down his hand comfortingly as you smiled like an idiot to yourself.

Ba-dump.

Sanemi's heart thumped in his chest at the look of love on your face, feeling his whole body heating up. The wind pillar was known for being ruthless, intimidating and quite frankly... A bit of an asshole.

But around you? He's a completely different person.

Between you and his little brother, he's always going to have a huge soft spot for you both.

So he'll always treat you well.

Squeezing your hand lovingly, he let a slight smirk curl onto his lips," You look like a dumbass smiling like that.... You must really like me, huh?" He tried to tease.

"I don't like you."

Arrows shot through his heart, his smirk dropping in an instant," Oi-!"

You giggled at his response," I love you."

The frown on his lips wobbled a little, threatening to break out into an idiotic smile. Clearing his throat, he looked away from you and pressed the back of his unoccupied hand against his mouth to hide the smile that threatened to appear.

"Oh..." He could only respond with," y-yeah... Same here."

"You're so socially inept."

"I'm damn not!!" He grumbled, eyebrows furrowing," I fucking love you too!! Is that better?"

You grinned childishly, bringing his hand up to your mouth and placing a light kiss to it," much better."

It's safe to say that this was the day he vowed to marry you.

[pinkteapotwriting]

Happy Birthday Remus!

Warning: Lol, this is literally just smut. Smutty smut smut. 

Female/male receiving, oral, edging, degradation, Fem!dom, Spitting, creampie, basically explicit sexual content. Minors DNI

Description : Remus wants something special for his birthday, something out of the norm.

Wolfstar x Fem!Reader

Word count : 1721

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Here you were.

It was ridiculous really.

You always behaved, maybe needy, but never bratty. Yet Remus and Sirius always found a way to push you out of your comfort zone.

So here you were.

Straddling Sirius as his arms were bound by leather to the head board, only in his boxers. Normally it would be the other way around. Sirius was not submissive and quite the bratty bottom. Sirius smirked up at you, challenging you just knowing he could easily get his revenge. 

You see it was Remus’s birthday and you’ve always been very eager to please. You remember the day before asking what varying chocolate sweets Remus would want for his birthday. You knew he had a hard time accepting gifts, but you knew he’d appreciate some baking. So you wander into the living room to see Remus lying against Sirius as he read. Sirius was drawing lazy circles against Remus and you forgot why you weren’t settled there too, before you snapped out of it.

“Rem, darling?”

Rising up from his very comfortable seat, he walked towards you, gave you a quick peck before responding, “Yes love?”

“I know chocolate cake is your favorite, but is there anything else you want me to make? Just ask and I’ll do it. 

Remus smirked for a second, “anything?” he asked.

“Of course, silly.” You looked up at him questioningly. It’s his birthday, you weren’t likely to say no.

“I do want something for my birthday, but it’s not food.”

Sirius’s head popped up in surprise and as his eyes reached yours he found your reaction matched his own. Remus didn’t like people buying things for him. Before you could even ask what he wanted Remus was whispering something in your ear that made you shiver. Sirius arched his eyebrows at you in question and you just stared back, much too embarrassed to respond. Knowing how easy it was to get you flustered he turned to Remus for an answer. And that’s when Remus had the gull to laugh and say, 

“Oh, you’ll find out”

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So here you were wearing a colour of lingerie that Remus adored on you, Straddling Sirius, not believing that Remus wanted you to dom him as he sat safely from a distance on a chair at the foot of the bed. It would be an easier task to make Remus the minister of magic than it would be to manage Sirius. You were a very gentle soul and that was one of the reasons the boys fell in love with you, but Remus had gained so much amusement at the prospect of you dominating the untameable, and it was his birthday, so you were forced to oblige. 

There was Sirius with that menacing grin, “Well, what are you waiting for?”

You turned back to Remus for some sort of moral support but he just stared back, palming his bulge clearly eager for you to get a move on. Then Sirius did something that would have gotten you punished ruthlessly (by him no less) and thrust upwards at your core and stated, “come on, I thought you were supposed to be paying attention to me?”

You glared down at him. The audacity to edge you for hours for not responding quick enough, or not begging enough for his liking and you turn your head for one second and he has the nerve to act like that. Your usual gentle tone was diminished and if the tone wasn’t warning enough your words definitely were. 

“I don’t remember giving you permission to move and let’s make one thing clear you fucking brat.” You didn’t see but you were sure Remus’s eyebrows were raised as Sirius returned your glare with ease “You are tied up for my pleasure right now, and through mine you’re tied up for Remus’s too. So if you can’t be a good boy I won’t hesitate to treat you with the same mercilessness that you treat me with. Are we understood?”

“Fine.” He grinned. 

“That’s a start at least. Open your mouth.” you commanded. 

When he didn’t do so you squeezed his jaw between your thumb and forefingers the same way he does, forcing his mouth open on your own. 

“I said to open your mouth, I knew you were useless, but I wasn’t expecting you to be so dumb.” 

It felt so good to use his words against him. Apparently slipping into a dom role would be easier than you thought. With your new surge of confidence you leaned forward and spat in his mouth. You clamped his jaw shut and plugged his nose quickly after.

“Swallow” you commanded.

And he did.

You started to grind down on him then earning a moan from Sirius.

“Aw you like that baby? Your cock is so hard right now, I bet it’s aching. Bet you want nothing more than to fuck me senseless. Too bad you’re such a brat. Do you wanna make it up to me?”

You continued grinding, but he said nothing. You slowed to a torturous pace, “I said do you wanna make it up to me”

“Yes” he said quietly.

“Speak up, Remus needs to hear you too love.”

“I said yes” and with that it was your turn to smirk.

You got up and removed your underwear and made your way to Sirius’s face to straddle that instead. Before you sank down you said, “I want you to make me cum with only your tongue before I even think about returning the favour.” Not bothering to wait for a response you sank down on him and surprisingly he was being obedient. As his tongue greedily lapped at your pussy you turned towards the chair at the end of the bed. Remus was jacking off, eyes hungrily watching. 

“See, now that you’re finally being a good boy Remus can feel good too. I can’t believe you would make him wait so long you selfish brat.”

Sirius knew it would be too dangerous to respond so he just continued tonging your clit.

You decided to give him a little treat since you were getting so close and leaned back to pull his throbbing length out of his boxers and stroke it. 

Remus was having the time of his life. He knew what potential you had. Especially seeing the slight defiance in your eyes when Sirius would make you call yourself a whore for them. You enjoyed making them feel good, but Sirius deserved a taste of his own medicine. He couldn’t wait to see what you would do next. 

As you ground down on Sirius’s face he finally brought you to your release. Sirius was close too, and as his hips rushed up to meet your strokes more and more desperately you released his dick. He groaned in frustration.

“Don’t be a baby, you do this to me all the time and besides if you think a plaything like you gets to cum before the birthday boy you are sorely mistaken.” She undid his bonds “Stand up.”

Sirius was very happy to be free but as soon as he was you were using the same bonds to restrain his hands behind his back. 

“On your knees, in front of Remus, now.”

Sirius eagerly obeyed, not wanted to risk the chance of not getting his release he needed so badly.

“Sirius I want you to beg for Remus’s cock.”

Sirius raised his eyes from Remus’s red, swollen member to Remus’s lustful gaze.

“Go on, what do you say? I'll give you a hint, you make me say it all the time.”

“Please.” Sirius quietly muttered. 

“Please what?” this time Remus spoke up.

“Please may I suck your cock?”

“Well, since you asked so nicely”

Soon enough Remus was fucking Sirius’s face as you were knelt beside him. Placing delicate, yet intense kisses across his shoulders and neck, while still whispering the odd dirty statement. Loving that Remus turned the tables for you and excited for when Sirius would turn them back. 

“Fuck, I’m coming.” Remus pulled out and watched intently as Sirius swallowed and as you cleaned up what Sirius missed.

“Please please I’ve been so good now can I please cum too?” Sirius asked looking at you.

“I don’t think so” Remus responded, “y/n has been much better than you so I think I’ll be making her cum again while you watch on the chair.” 

It was so much fun watching tears roll down Sirius’s cheeks as Remus fucked you from behind. 

Maybe it was your birthday instead you mused to yourself as Remus slammed his cock into you brutally, making sure you and Remus both would get to come for the second time that evening. Remus wrapped his arm around your neck and pressed your back to his chest, while his other one made his way to your clit mimicking the furious pace of his pounding. 

“Isn’t she so pretty? Pads, look at her all fucked out. This is what a good pet looks like. Fuck she’s so tight, bet you wish you could cum in her pussy like I’m bout to.”

You just whined at that, completely aware of the fact you could climax by Remus’s words alone. 

“You like that Pup? You like knowing you’re my good girl? Come on, be a good girl and make a mess on my cock.”

Your orgasm washed over you in a burst, Remus prolonged it by continuing to strive for his own high. Just before you were about to cry it was too much Remus was releasing his big load inside you. As you were both catching your breath you were interrupted by soft sniffles coming from the foot of the bed. 

“Don’t cry sweetheart” Remus cooed “You can have your turn now. y/n do you wanna help our Siri out”

You gathered your strength and clambered off the bed. On all fours you made your way to Sirius before nestling yourself between his legs on your knees. Finally Sirius sighed in relief as your lips wrapped around his cock. If tonight taught him anything, it taught him he was going to be praising you much more for what you put up with. 

“I love you y/n” 

He really meant it, and not only because he was cumming down your throat.

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Hey y’all I hope you liked this. Please feel free to let me know if you’d like to see other stuff like this in the future!

@thotbutpurple

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you suck, but i love you | jungwon (2)

chapter two: the unstoppable duo

warnings: just a little cursing

a/n: this chapter is long lol, i got a little carried away haha also taglist is still open!

taglist: @k1ttyl1x

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after that day, you and jungwon were attached at the hip. one was not seen without the other. having classes together just strengthened the bond even more. you might even consider jungwon to be your best friend now.

“i’m so tired. jungwon please carry me,” you said while yawning.

“i’m so tired. jungwon please carry me,” you said while yawning.

“oh boo-hoo, you’re tired. suck it up, stupid.”

your friendship always consisted of conversations like this. he knew your boundaries as you did him, so it was fine joking around.

usually, you would both walk home together since your houses were close by each other.

“hey jungwon, wanna go get something to eat? i’m starving.”

“are you going to pay?”

“sure, if it gets you to come with me.”

jungwon’s eyes lit up at that statement, immediately putting a beat into his step. you laughed, knowing that this was your best friend and you loved it. catching up to him, you hooked your arm around his.

“onward my fellow companion! we are the unstoppable duo!”

“okay, whatever you say. we’re unstoppable duo i guess.”

—

back at school, you weren’t extremely popular. yeah, people know you here and there but they mostly know you because of jungwon. the smartest guy in the school becoming best friends with the new girl? that’s just gossip waiting to be spread, and it did just that. upon finding out more about you, they realized that you were extremely smart. pretty much on jungwon’s level. that’s pretty unheard of in this school, so the gossip spread more and more.

‘have you heard about the new girl?’

‘yeah, she’s like best friends with jungwon now or something.’

‘she looks like a bitch.’

‘apparently she’s as smart as him too.’

‘i doubt it. she can’t beat jungwon as no. 1 student.’

those were just some of the distasteful words being thrown around. honestly, it didn’t bother you as much. as long as they weren’t talking bad about jungwon, you could care less.

sitting in your seat, the teacher begins speaking.

“good morning, class. as you know, exam week is approaching us quickly. i know you all will do your best. today, i’m going to be giving you a mock test, in order to study for your actual exam next week. as soon as you’re done, go ahead and turn it into me. good luck, class.”

oh boy. you were not prepared for that. groans could be heard from around the classroom. the teacher handed out the tests and got started on your work. about an hour went past and you just finished. checking over your work, just to make sure you answered all the questions correctly. getting up to turn in your test, you were met with jungwon, finishing the exact same time, turning it in at the exact same time as well.

the teacher looks at the both of you, “as expected from the ‘unstoppable duo.’ good job, y/n and jungwon.”

both you and jungwon looked at each other and shared a small laugh. yeah. you guys were the unstoppable duo. and you hoped it will stay that way for a long time.

[smol-jinyoungie96]

Devil Judge - Episode 5 (i’m not okay)

Right! So review timeeeee this is a long one lol

I love the opening. Facts

This man clearly carries a lot of burden but he loves his brother so much.

Watching the first part made me wonder if they are trying to make the viewers think if he really killed his brother and is guilty, hence the nightmares of his dead brother standing in the middle of his room, or is it because he feels guilty that he was only able to save Elijah and himself… either way they kinda show us that there is guilt somewhere in him.

When Elijah comes to his room she says about him not waking up like that before, could mean that Ga On’s presence is worsening his guilty conscious, or from my perspective, i just think that 10 years worth of forcibly trampled down trauma is threatening to explode.

Devil judge or not, no one can control that amount of severe trauma for long.

Next point! Kim Ga On is so sweet with a kind heart, he initially joined the court to spy on Yohan but just based on him clawing open unhealed wounds, he feels so deeply for Yohan to the point he is willing to quit the bench just so Yohan doesn’t have to look at him and see his brother’s face every time.

He tries to relate to Yohan on an emotional level that they both feel due to losing their loved ones. But a few things that I noticed is that when Yohan says,

“I certainly don’t want to hear that from someone that looks like him”

Again, being called the devil judge or not, but having someone who shares the same face as his brother accusing him of killing the said brother has to hurt deep down.

2. “I wonder how much you’ve discovered”

To me, i think that Yohan knew from the beginning that Ga On was looking into him, and yet he has Ga On in a place where Bambi himself admits to it.

3. “I don’t remember asking you to understand me”

I feel like he is intentionally pretending to push Ga On away because he knows that Bambi will do the exact opposite. It is literally in Ga On’s blood to always try and sympathise with anyone who has any sort of emotional baggage. He knows he can lure Ga On more towards him if he pushed the right buttons.

One part that stuck to me the most is when Ga On says

“hunters mask their scent completely, until the time is right”

Could it be foreshadowing?

It could hint towards him fooling Ga On to believing him until it is too late for Bambi to realise because well, Ga On falls for any heartbreaking story.

But at the same time it is also similar to the way Yohan is so close with the rich socialites to win their trust until the time is right for him to finally reveal that he is in fact a hunter and they’ve been his prey all along.

When Ga On leaves Yohan says that “it’s weird because I’ve never experienced that before”

That, being another human being connecting to him on such a deep emotional level and that’s something he hasn’t felt for almost ten years.

The way he talks about Ga On relating to him with an expression of awe makes me think that it could also be a fact as to why Yohan has this obsession with Ga On.

The minister’s interview was a clever way to show the people that despite being a mother she is a person who has her duty towards the country as a priority but also wanting to make the public question Yohan’s morals.

Please look at his fond little smile,

it’s a genuine reaction to Ga On tricking him into eating proper food by mentioning wrinkles and his age 💀 but also, signs to say that the little annoying pest is growing on him.

The scene with Ga On and Soo Hyun, they talk about the fire and there’s one line that Soo hyun says,

“The list of attendees to the ceremony was covered up, that’s not something Kang Yohan could’ve done 10 years ago. That takes controlling the press and prosecution”

A clear indication that someone who held power over both media and the prosecution was involved in the accident.

Everything Ga On has seen so far after he joined the live show has terrorised him so much but he is still worried about Soo Hyun because he has seen things that she hasn’t.. even when she’s a cop.. even when the reason she became a cop in the first place is because she want to help him and to keep him out of trouble.

Their bond is so pure and cute.

THE TRIAL

The beginning was so cute with the sweetest welcome back to Ga On and then there’s Yohan giving him a fond smile as if Ga On was actually on death’s doorstep and not snooping around his house arguing with a nanny about not being sleeping beauty..

The case was a set up from the get go. It was just a trap from the beginning to push Yohan to a corner.

They wanted him to have no where to turn to when prosecution suggested “physical castration” (gross) because if he gave into the requested sentence,

they would very easily twist it into making him look like a sadistic monster and if he didn’t give in and went with the 20 years of prison time requested by the defendant,

that would make him look like just another person who doesn’t bother with taking people’ opinion into consideration. Which would make his own statements from the first episode wildly contradicting to what he went with.

Even the stupid lawyer tries so hard to push him to this corner by repeating “this is what the majority wants” but Kang Yohan is definitely smarter than they give him credit for because he puts the pieces together as soon as Jung Sun Ah sets foot inside the court room.

I love that Ga On as a judge as come to a point where he genuinely relied on Yohan as to what they were going to do instead of directly challenging his authority like he had done in the first case. Another sign that Ga On is starting to trust his boss.

Jung Sun Ah thinks! That she has him helpless but then this man turns the whole game upside down. (Even here, it’s really just a game in the name of justice, it is a power play between two sides)

If the minister and Jung Sun Ah thought they were a step ahead of Yohan, he definitely proved that he is ten steps ahead of them when he gave that sentence.

I completely adore the trust Ga On and Jin Joo has on their boss. Especially the way Ga On shares a real relieved smile with Jin Joo and the way he looks so relieved that things weren’t going to be as bad as he thought.

Teen Ga On was definitely a delinquent. The sight is just ✨

Another important point is that just when he learns to trust his boss, now he is struggling,

Because from one side there’s Kang Yohan asking him is he’s going to stand by him or stand against him,

And on the other hand there’s the Chief Justice asking him to choose between being an accomplice or an informant.

They’re both essentially asking him to pick a side and it looks like they’re pulling him back and forth between themselves. He’s struggling because as much as he wants to stand by Yohan, he can see that Yohan’s approach to justice is being adapted by the public,

For an example when those three kids were playing, it gives him a notion that the barbaric flogging system is now being used as a playing method by kids.. kids. It genuinely seemed to scare him that the way those kids were laughing and smiling while playfully hitting the small boy.

Kim Ga On is shown as this impulsive, level headed judge with a black and white sense of Justice but he too carries a lot of pain and burden similar to Yohan. But in his case, he’s being put on the spot between the two sides, eventually it will be him who has to face the consequences if he chooses the wrong side.

And being on the wrong side of Kang Yohan doesn’t really seem to be the smartest thing at the moment.

Going back to Kang Yohan and Kim Ga On, i like the way Bambi calls Yohan out for implying that being a monster is better than being a victim when he’s not brave enough to face his own pain.

That genuine shock on Yohan’s face is enough to show that Kim Ga On is really out there pulling out this man’s traumas one by one like he’s pulling out grass from the ground.

Again it shows how much Yohan is suffering inside because ultimately, that mansion is just a giant nightmare for him.

JUNG SUN AH/KANG YOHAN

first of all.

CONSENT!

i felt bad for Yohan.

But Jung Sun Ah is really obsessed with him to the point she jumped from the second floor just because he said he to, when Yohan came to a place of power, she worked herself to her own place of power. Her obsession with him runs too deep.

Tomorrow’s episode is already making me nervous because i feel like Jung Sun Ah is going to use Soo Hyun to drive a wedge between Yohan and Ga On.

If he did his homework on Ga On. I’m sure she has done hers as well.

More or less, Episode 5 was like the calm before the storm.

Unsurprisingly, i hate storms.

If you’ve made it this far, thank you for listening to me ranting.

Please send help

[storiesforallfandoms]

master plan ~ andrew siwicki

word count: 1721

request?: yes!

@harryskittenxox​ “ Omg thanks so much! I feel honoured lol I was thinking something along the lines of the two of you flirting constantly and Garrett gets his friend to flirt with you to try and make Andrew jealous and finally get him to admit his feelings but after a bit of arguing and angst and all that good stuff please? Totally happy for you to take control of it though, I love your writing concepts so much you just always hit the nail in the head!”

description: when andrew refuses to admit his feelings for the girl of his dreams, garrett enlists the help of a friend to push andrew along

pairing: andrew siwicki x female!reader

warnings: swearing

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“Why is Bruce flirting with me?” I whispered to Garrett as we both went to refill our drink glasses.

A group of us had gotten together at Garrett’s apartment - myself, Andrew, Caleb, and Bruce. Garrett invited us over for some drinks and snacks, not an unusual thing for Garrett to do. What was unusual, however, was for Bruce to be very openly flirting with me in front of everyone.

I was the only girl in our immediate friend group, so everyone assumed that Andrew, Caleb, and Bruce were constantly trying to get with me. This couldn’t be further from the truth. Besides the fact that Caleb already had a girlfriend, both he and Bruce were basically like my brothers and treated me the same way they treated each other and Garrett.

Andrew, however...well I could never tell what was happening with us. I sometimes thought that Andrew was just treating me the way he treated everyone, but I also came to realize that he was much more physically affectionate with me than anyone else. We talked a lot more than I talked to any of the other guys. But we never took it further than just friendship, which just confused me about...everything.

Garrett barley glanced at me as he responded, “Maybe he just likes you.”

I rolled my eyes. “That’s definitely not it. If he liked me, why wouldn’t he have flirted with me before now?”

“Maybe he has but you haven’t noticed.”

I gave him a look. “Garrett, for real. Do you know what’s happening with Bruce?”

He looked up at me and passed me a drink. “I swear, I know nothing.”

I didn’t believe him, but I knew I wasn’t about to get any sort of info from him.

We both returned to Garrett’s living room. There were two open spots: one next to Andrew and one next to Bruce. I looked between the two, wondering what my best course of action would be.

Andrew looked up at me first and smiled. My heart fluttered and I knew the right choice almost immediately.

As I started moving towards Andrew, Bruce spoke up, “(Y/N)! Come sit next to me!”

“You’ve been hogging her all night, Bruce,” Andrew said, his glare enough to kill someone. “Maybe let the rest of us have time with her.”

Bruce attempted to glare back, but I could tell it wasn’t as sincere as Andrew’s. “Maybe (Y/N) can decide for herself.”

I looked between the two before inching myself towards Andrew. “I - I’m gonna sit with Andrew.”

The look on Andrew’s face could only be described as triumphant. As I sat next to him, he put an arm around my shoulder, causing my face to burn. Garrett gave me a knowing look before sitting next to Bruce.

“Y-Your drink looks a little low,” I said, trying to think of something - anything - to say. “Want another?”

“I think I’m okay. Feeling a little fuzzy so I should probably slow down.”

He’s drunk, he’s not flirting, I reminded myself.

With his arm around me, I had to stop myself a few times from leaning into Andrew’s embrace. However, my alcohol started to kick in as well, and his smell was just as intoxicating as my nearly empty cup. Eventually I just couldn’t stop myself from letting my head drunkenly roll onto his shoulder. But he didn’t stop me from putting my head on his shoulder, either. He actually wrapped his arm around me, letting me stay there for some time.

Eventually, Andrew did get up to get another drink. I watched him go, immediately missing his warm body next to mine. A slight annoyance rose within me when Bruce quickly stood and sat next to me again.

“Bruce, what is your fucking deal?” I asked, shoving him away from me.

“What? We haven’t hung out in a long time! I’ve missed you!” Bruce argued, although it was a very paper thin argument.

“You don’t have to be all over me though, dude. It’s annoying.”

“You heard her, Bruce,” Andrew said, now coming back from getting his drink, “it’s annoying.”

“Well maybe the rest of us find it annoying the way you’re always stealing her,” Bruce retorted.

The room went silent. I snuck a glance at both Garrett and Caleb, who looked more shocked at Bruce’s statement than in agreement with him. Garrett even looked...worried? He definitely has something to do with this, I know he does.

Andrew’s face went red. I couldn’t tell if it was with anger or embarrassment. I could definitely feel mine ignited with the latter.

“If you guys have a problem with (Y/N) and I hanging out so much, you can tell me,” he said, his voice calmer than I anticipated. “You can tell me, too, (Y/N). You know that.”

I tried to respond but I was so shocked that I couldn’t get any words out. I couldn’t understand what was happening.

“But for real, man,” Andrew said, turning back to address Bruce specifically. “You’re bothering her, so fucking lay off. I’m gonna go get some air.”

The minute Garrett’s front door closed behind Andrew, Garrett was to his feet. “Okay, that was too far, man. This whole thing is over now.”

“What whole thing?” I demanded. “Garrett, what did you do?”

“I’m sorry for being too pushy, (Y/N),” Bruce said, suddenly back to being the Bruce I knew. “I didn’t mean to actually annoy you. I thought...Garrett, why didn’t you tell her about the plan?”

“What plan?” I snapped. “Will one of you tell me what’s going on? Please?”

“Garrett had this plan to try and make you and Andrew admit your feelings for one another,” Bruce explained. “That involved me flirting with you in front of Andrew and making him jealous. I didn’t mean to take it as far as I did, but that last part slipped out before I could think about it.”

“What?!” I turned to face Garrett. “Why would you do that?! Why wouldn’t you tell me?! Poor Andrew...”

“I’m sorry!” Garrett said. “I didn’t expect it to go as far as it did! Fuck, I’ll go after him.”

Before Garrett could even move, I was already out the door. I nearly stumbled over Andrew, who was sat on the front steps of the house. He looked up at me and gave me a small smile as I sat next to him.

“Are you okay?” I asked him. “You know what Bruce said isn’t true, right? About you and me hanging out too much. None of the guys think that at all.”

“I know. I, uh, I heard Bruce and Garrett discussing their little plan just then,” Andrew responded.

“What the fuck were they thinking?” I said, still angry about the situation. “That’s...all of that was so wrong. And then they took it too far and you got hurt. I’m fucking angry.”

“I’m not too mad,” Andrew admitted. “I mean, I’m glad they’re not all annoyed with us hanging out a lot, but I find it awkward that they don’t mind cause they just want us to date.”

I winced at his wording, wondering what he meant by that. Did he mean he didn’t want to date me? Or just he didn’t want the guys meddling in his love life? Or did it even have any meaning?

“Yeah,” I finally managed, forcing a light tone in my voice. “That...that is awkward.”

A silence fell between us. I looked down at the ground for a long time, unsure of what else to say. I debated on just getting up and going back inside. I didn’t even really want to be there anymore now that I knew how Andrew felt about the situation. I knew it was a long shot that he’d have feelings for me, but hearing him actually say it felt like a sharp knife through my heart.

“Were you jealous?” I found myself asking, shocked by the boldness I was feeling in that moment. “Or were you just annoyed with Bruce, too?”

“A bit of both I think,” Andrew responded. “Obviously I was annoyed. He was bothering you and acting like a dude who doesn’t understand the meaning of the word no. But I was also jealous of the way he was acting around, and the fact that he kept trying to take all your attention.”

“But like...in a friendly way? Like...were you jealous he was taking your friend?”

“Are you trying to ask if I have feelings for you (Y/N)?”

I shook my head and started to get to my feet. It was stupid of me to try and ask him that. Of course he didn’t have feelings for me, he was my best friend. Just my best friend.

Andrew quickly stood, too, grabbing hold of my arm to stop me from going in. “Hey, hey. Don’t run away so fast. I want to know, are you asking me if I have feelings for you?”

“Yes!” I finally responded. “Yes, that’s what I’m asking you. Do you have feelings for me, Andrew? Because I really want to know what’s going on between us. Are we flirting, are we just being really friendly, are we just friends? I wanna know what’s going on in your head when you think about me, and when you see me and hang out with me.”

“You really wanna know?”

“Yes, I do.”

The response to my question came in the form of Andrew’s lips against mine. It was so easy to relax into his kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding him to me. His hands rested perfectly on my hips, like they were meant to be there. I leaned into him as close as I could be, taking in as much of him as I possibly could.

The sound of cheering broke us apart. We turned to see Garrett, Bruce, and Caleb looking out the living room window at the two of us. Upon realizing they had been caught, the three of them quickly pulled the curtains and backed away from the window.

“Do you wanna go back in there?” Andrew asked.

“No,” I responded.

“Me neither. Wanna go back to my place to finish our night?”

I smiled back at him. “I’d love that.”

[milktyama]

— ☕︎ .mp3

synopsis: gojo satoru likes it old fashioned sometimes

a/n: imo this is pretty sickeningly sweet but that's like the whole point and the best part of it lol. also this is my first jjk fic so please be kind!!

pairing: gojo satoru x reader

genre: super fluffy, established relationship, gojo having an odd fascination over old things

wc: 0.7k

The surrealness you felt this instant was just immeasurable. You knew Gojo had an old soul, preferring to keep some things old school. And the current situation was more than enough proof of that statement. 

As you waited patiently for him to return from a mission, Gojo suddenly pulled out a little box. The box was a cozy silver blue delicately tied together with a navy ribbon, a small bow on top for a nice touch. Whenever Gojo went out for extended periods of times, he would always bring a little gimmick back for you. 

More often than not, he would be bringing a half eaten snack accompanied by the lose excuse that he got hungry during the ride back and he couldn’t help himself. On the off chance that he brought a more keepsake souvenir, it seems that today was one of those days.

Tugging the ribbon loose, you opened the box and inside resided a small, and seemed a little bit used, white mp3 player supported by a small grey cushion. Carefully taking it out from its box, you scanned the compacted little box and spun it in between your fingers, analysing it. 

“Satoru, what is this?” you questioned him, the gift this time was a little more odd than his previous, and he has brought back some pretty bizarre things for you. 

“It’s an mp3 player!! Remember when these were the best thing before the ipod came out??” Gojo replied, sparkles visible in his eyes. He was just too cute for you. 

“Yes I can see that baby. I was referring to why you are giving me a used looking mp3,” you looked up to somewhat meet his covered eyes.

“OH, so basically I passed by a second-hand techware store and I saw this!! It reminded me of you so I bought it!” he exclaimed. He almost looked like a puppy talking about the story behind this little box.

“So you―” before you could even continue to interrogate him, he interrupted you with an excited tone, as if there was more to the surprise. 

“And look! I got these too!” he pulled out a pair of red wired earbuds, snatching the player from your hands and connected the headphone jack into it. He then places the left one in his ear and then hands you the right one. You took it with a slight moment of hesitation and put it on. 

Gojo turned the mp3 player on and clicked the play button. Your current favorite song started to flow into your ears at a comfortably loud volume. The music was not very loud but it was enough to allow yourself to drown in the music that is playing through your ears. 

With the hand holding the mp3 player, Gojo took hold of your hand, allowing the player to rest right in between your hands. He interlocked your fingers with his, slightly playing with your fingertips on his. His large thumb caresses the back of your hand soothingly, somewhat matching the beat of the song.

Being caught in the moment, your eyes have involuntarily closed. Realizing your unconscious act, you slowly opened them again, only to find a hand snake around your waist and his grip on your hand tightening, he pulled your body forward towards his until your bodies were now in contact, your eyes involuntarily closing once again.

Feeling the firm grip around your body, you slowly opened them again, tilting your head up to get an answer as to what in the world he was doing to you. He only shoots you with a small smile as you feel the curse energy around the both of you suddenly changing.

Gojo had put down a screen around the two of you, isolating you two from the outside. He then leaned his forehead against yours, the next song now playing, and rubbed your noses together.

The action was quite simple, and listening to music that was potentially and most probably slightly illegally downloaded through wired earbuds and an mp3 player was definitely very old school, almost extremely outdated.

However, in this moment, with a screen around the both of you, his forehead lightly touching yours, his hands intertwined with yours, his lips teasingly ghosting yours, was enough to take your breath away. 

Small laughs and giggles came from the both of you as you stood there in peace, not a bother in the world, lips curled upwards for so long that they started to ache a little. Finally, your lips came in contact, the underlying taste of strawberry chapstick, as the music drowns in your ears from the mp3.

[lavellander]

hello im feeling extra “touch the stove”-y today so. i was looking for any dialogue where solas just straight up lies and (of what i could find online/transcribed, obv) i didnt find anything that was 100% untrue. he’ll completely avoid the question, change the subject, give part of the truth, etc etc etc, but nothing was just Entirely A Lie

what really gets me is that there’s a handful of convos where someone infers something from what solas says, and he will even point out that he didn’t directly say that. like, he tells people how to see through his shit, lmao

here is an embarrassingly long ass list of examples, all sorted by what kind of not-lying he’s doing lol, just bc i am unhinged<3

*note that some of these are cut from longer bits of dialogue or have been split up from one conversation into different categories*

literally just Not Answering The Question lol

Dorian: How much “will” do they have? They’re amorphous constructs of the Fade. Solas: Hmm.

Dorian: Solas, have I offended you? Solas: If you have, why would it concern you?

Dorian: Solas, what is this whole look of yours about? Solas: I’m sorry? Dorian: No, that outfit is sorry. What are you supposed to be, some kind of woodsman? Dorian: Is it a Dalish thing? Don’t you dislike the Dalish? Or is it some kind of statement? Solas: No.

Dorian: Let me get this straight, Solas. Dorian: You’re an apostate – neither Dalish nor city elf – who lived alone in the woods studying spirits. Solas: Is that a problem for you?

Solas: [has a whole tactical moment about the red jennies lmao] Sera: Where d’you get all this, then? Solas: Do you wish to be unnerved by another tale of my explorations of the Fade? Or do you wish to learn something?

Vivienne: You must be pleased with what was revealed at the Temple of Mythal, Solas. Solas: Why should those ruins please me, Enchanter?

changing the subject before he backs himself into a corner

Gatt: I don’t see any tattoos, but you’re carrying a staff. Are you from a Chantry Circle? Solas: No. And I would prefer not to discuss it.

Solas: I find the fall of the dwarven lands confusing. Varric: What’s so confusing about endless darkspawn? Solas: A great deal, although that is a different matter.

giving the truth, but not the whole truth

Blackwall: Skyhold. How did you find it? Solas: I looked. Blackwall: Now you sound like Cole. You looked? Solas: This world is full of wonders for those who seek them.

Blackwall: You spoke of seeing death and destruction. Did you fight in a war? Solas: There are struggles across Thedas at any given time. I doubt you would have heard of it. Blackwall: An elven skirmish? Solas: In a manner of speaking, yes.

Cassandra: Solas, have you always lived alone? Out in the wilderness, as an apostate? Solas: For the most part.

Cassandra: Have you ever encountered templars before? Solas: Only at a distance. I am an apostate, after all. Cassandra: And they never caught you even once? Solas: I am a very careful apostate.

Dorian: We found elves, living ancient elves, at the Temple of Mythal. Does that bother you, Solas? If Inquisitor allied with the Sentinels: Solas: I am pleased we were not forced to kill them, if that’s what you mean.

Iron Bull: You’ve got an odd style, Solas. Your spells are a bit different from the Circle mages or the Vints. Solas: That comes from being self-taught. Solas: I discovered most of my magic on my own, or learned it from my journeys in the Fade.

Vivienne: So, an apostate? Solas: That is correct, Enchanter. I did not train in your Circle.

Solas: You are a man who made a choice... possibly the first of your life. Iron Bull: I’ve always liked fighting. What if I turn savage, like the other Tal-Vashoth? Solas: You have the Inquisition, you have the Inquisitor... and you have me.

from cutscene at beginning Inquisitor: [mentions the anchor closing a rift] Solas: Whatever magic opened the Breach in the sky also placed that mark upon your hand. I theorized the mark might be able to close the rifts that have opened in the Breach's wake – and it seems I was correct.

from cutscene at beginning Solas: [to a Dalish Inq] You are Dalish, but clearly away from the rest of your clan. Did they send you here? Inquisitor: What do you know of the Dalish? Solas: I have wandered many roads in my time, and crossed paths with your people on more than one occasion. Inquisitor: [Crossed paths? dialogue choice] Solas: I mean that I offered to share knowledge, only to be attacked for no greater reason than their superstition.

from “I’d like to know more about you” convo in Haven Inquisitor: What made you start studying the Fade? Solas: I grew up in a village to the north. There was little to interest a young man, especially one gifted with magic. But as I slept, spirits of the Fade showed me glimpses of wonders I had never imagined. I treasured my dreams. Being awake, out of the Fade, became troublesome.

actually telling the truth but no one picks up on the gravity of it

Solas: [...] I believe the elven gods existed, as did the old gods of Tevinter. But I do not think any of them were gods, unless you expand the definition of the word to the point of absurdity. I appreciate the idea of your Maker, a god that does not need to prove his power. I wish more such gods felt the same. Cassandra: You have seen much sadness in your journeys, Solas. Following the Maker might offer some hope. Solas: I have people, Seeker. The greatest triumphs and tragedies this world has known can all be traced to people.

Cole: No, inside. I don’t hear your hurt as much. Your song is softer, subtler, not silent but still. Solas: How small the pain of one man seems when weighted against the endless depths of memory, of feeling, of existence. That ocean carries everyone. And those of us who learn to see its currents move through life with their fewer ripples.

Cole: You didn’t do it to be right. You did it to save them. Inquisitor: Solas, what is Cole talking about? Solas: A mistake. One of many made by a much younger elf who was certain he knew everything.

Solas: Empires rise and fall. Arlathan was no more “innocent” than your own Tevinter in its time. Solas: Your nostalgia for the ancient elves, however romanticized, is pointless.

Solas: Our people used to be here. Sera: Pfft, you say that everywhere. Solas: It is more true than you want to believe.

Vivienne: You must be pleased, apostate. With the Templars dissolved, your rebels will be most difficult to pacify. Solas: My rebels? Am I an agent for their cause, whispering poison into the Inquisition’s ears? Solas: How comforting. Vivienne: You enjoy seeing yourself as a villain? Solas: No more than any other clever man who wonders what he could do if pushed.

Vivienne: [about the Temple of Mythal] Now you know the elves were once a mighty nation. Solas: I always knew, Enchanter. The Temple of Mythal is just another reminder of what was lost.

(in the Emerald Graves): These forests have changed much since I was last here.

during the Fade!Haven cutscene Solas: It seems you hold the key to our salvation. You had sealed it with a gesture... and right then, I felt the whole world change. Inquisitor: [romance option] “Felt the whole world change?” Solas: A figure of speech. Inquisitor: I’m aware of the metaphor. I’m more interested in felt. Solas: You change... everything.

pointing out that people assume he means things he did not directly say

Cole: There is pain though, still within you. Solas: And I never said there was not.

Solas: You may well become fully human, after all. I never thought to see it. Cole: When did you see it before? Solas: I did not say that I had.

Iron Bull: We’ve got the alliance with my people. Given how much you love the Qun, I figured... Solas: I might scold you? Berate you for your decisions? Iron Bull: Hey. The Chargers died as heroes for the good of the mission. Solas: I never said otherwise.

Sera: Don’t you start. Solas: I’m reasonably certain I said nothing.

Vivienne: [talking shit about grey warden mages] Solas: I never claimed mages should be above the law, Enchanter. Vivienne: No, darling. You merely implied it, while offering no viable suggestions for improvement.

after infamous “side benefits” dialogue Warrior Inquisitor: You find my muscles enjoyable? Solas: I meant that you enjoyed having them, presumably. Warrior Inquisitor: Ah. Solas: But yes... since you asked.

diminishing things he does actually know by saying he he “believes” or “thinks,” or that things were vaguely “said” or “told”

Solas: I say what I believe to be true, even if it gives offense to those who prefer the lie.

Dorian: That orb Corypheus carries... are you certain it’s of elven origin, Solas? Solas: I believe so. Why do you ask?

Solas: It is said that we lived at a pace that sustained us for... ages.

making it sound like he’s talking about something/someone else, but it’s just him lmao

Cole: Do you know a lot about wolves? Solas: I know that they are intelligent, practical creatures that small-minded fools think of as terrible beasts.

Solas: No man can kill so many people without breaking inside. To survive... those you fight must become monsters. Iron Bull: The ones that kill innocent people, yeah. The rest... I don’t know. Solas: The mind does marvelous things to protect itself.

during In Hushed Whispers Inquisitor: I’m glad you understood what he just said because I’m not sure I did. Solas: You would think such understanding would stop me from making such terrible mistakes. You would be wrong.

misc

this one i wanted to include because it’s the only circumstance (that i came across) where someone directly asks solas to lie and he literally says he can’t

during the fucking crestwood breakup scene Inquisitor: [angry option] Tell me you don’t care. Solas: I can’t do that. Inquisitor: Tell me I was some casual dalliance so I can call you a cold-hearted son of a bitch and move on! Solas: I’m sorry.

*also note that most of these are banter transcriptions from the wiki; some are cutscene / other dialogue posted by either @/daitranscripts or u/karinini on reddit; it’s not all his cutscenes obv, but I’m not about to look up every single one individually sdlkfj*