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cherrychilli · 1 day ago

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18+ Eddie Munson x f! reader, idiot friends to lovers, not exactly a meet cute because they already know each other but it's also not not a naughty little meet cute if you get me, face sitting, 69 just not in the way you might think(yet), lots of horny flirting, mentions of blood, minor injury and one tiny meta reference I couldn't help but slip in. WC: 2K

Say what you will about Carol Perkins but the girl's got one hell of an arm. You stare with simmering contempt in your eyes at your purse wedged between the branches of an old, towering hickory several many feet above your head.

You're not surprised by it though. You expected some kind of retaliation after your little spat when you caught her trying to shoplift lip gloss at the cosmetics counter you worked at.

Word travelled fast after that, everyone snickering about how she tried to pull a Winona. Unfortunately for you, the incident wasn't enough to make her swear off five finger discounts. Her sticky little fingers managed to get hold of your purse when you had your back turned for only a few seconds the next day, a crudely scrawled note left behind which read, Come to the woods behind the school if you want your knock off Gucci back.

So you went there anticipating some fight club type of shit to go down. You really couldn't rule that out with a person like Carol, an old school bully to many who went to Hawkins High, especially those unlucky enough to have actually felt the fiery sting of her open palm against their cheek.

Only you were kind of looking forward to this meeting. Now a graduate and a little fired up yourself, you didn't need to worry about anything like a potential expulsion if you were to strike her back, fixing the rings on your fingers so that if you needed to, you could scratch open her chin when you uppercut the bitch.

But Carol wasn't there, a little to your disappointment. Only her handiwork left behind for you to deal with.

So now here you were, a crackling carpet of brittle yellowed and browned leaves crunching under your converse as you try to figure out the best way to go about retrieving your purse, hoping she hadn't also swiped any of the money inside it.

Looking around, you can't seem to spot a stick long enough to try and dislodge it, all of them far too short and skinny like bony witch fingers. The few rocks you try to aim at the thing missed every time too, purse still firmly in place.

So, you knew what needed to be done.

It's been a while since you last scaled a tree but you haven't forgotten how, hiking the skirt of your flared midi dress higher up your thighs while you reach for the closest branch, dry bark crumbling in your palms.

You're as careful as can be, taking your time to test every branch before you bear your full weight down on it, winding your way higher and higher up the thick gray trunk as you remind yourself to not look down.

Sweat beads down your back making your dress stick to your skin and your hands began to feel raw halfway through the climb so the relief you feel when you finally reach your purse is immense. Freeing one hand to pop open the clasp, you're able to confirm that Carol had in fact pinched a 50 which you very much intend to get back with interest before you toss her purse into the middle of lovers lake.

Clamping your teeth down on your purse, you begin your descent, following the exact path you took to get up it only you make it just a few inches lower when you hear a distinct dry snap followed by the shifty sound of footsteps. Two sets of footsteps making their way through the fallen leaves in fact.

Quietly, you sit yourself down on a thick branch that looks strong enough to hold you up, your legs dangling as you try to remain hidden behind the greener leaves yet to turn a shriveled yellow and break off from its branches. The thought of being caught like this is something you're not keen on. Especially at the risk of giving whoever it is an unobstructed up skirt view of your panties.

You hold your breath until they comes into view, recognition dawning on you when you set your eyes on the familiar combo of leather and denim and a very distinct tumbleweed of wild hair.

Eddie Munson, your old classmate and some letter jacket meat slab following in tow. The two of them sit across from each other at the formerly vacant wooden table and bench below, the tinny sound of Eddie's lunchbox echoing all the way up to your ears when he sets it down between them.

You watch quietly and closely at them going back and forth when Eddie quotes his price for a considerably large portion of the devil's lettuce all wrapped up in a thin, flimsy little plastic bag, a little amused seeing him all business and no jokes or smiles. There must be a party happening tonight, you deduce, that much weed too much for just the one person, even for a guy as big and hulking as Eddie's new customer.

The meat slab is the first to leave after digging through his pockets for a few extra dollars until Eddie hands him the stuff, trudging away through the crisp layer of dried up leaves until his footsteps turn muffled and then completely silent to let you know that he's no longer in the woods.

Eddie lingers for a few moments, apparently in no kind of rush as he takes his time closing up the lunch box, pulling out a cigarette and lighter as he gets up from the bench, just about to pass by your tree when-

crack!

The branch you'd perched yourself on wasn't as strong as you thought it to be when it snaps, a choked scream stuck in your throat with your teeth still wrapped around your purse when you lose your balance, your eyes squeezing shut as you plummet.

The impact knocks the wind out of you at first. Luckily you hadn't hit any of the other branches on your way down but a pulsing dull ache weaves it's way through your muscles, your palms and knees dirty and scraped up but your face seems to have landed on something much softer.

When you try to pick yourself up, you find yourself face to face with a pair of black denim jeans, the zipper somehow upside down as your hands press down on a pair of meaty thighs while you try to steady yourself.

You rock back just a bit, still trying to figure it all out with your head all spinny when feel your clothed pussy come to rest on something hard, a puff of hot air blown right into your panties with a muffled exclamation sounding out.

The way you scramble away is almost comical, so frantic like a severed gecko's tail when you figure out that you'd fallen right on top of Eddie, your face in his crotch and his in yours.

"Oh my god oh my god, I didn't mean to- are you okay? Eddie I'm so sorry!"

He's far less jittery than you are, propping himself up on his elbows with a little groan, leaves tangled in his hair, his lunchbox knocked onto its side behind him. The fall had made him bite his cigarette in two, one end lying on the forest floor before it's joined by the other when Eddie spits it out of his mouth. You manage to find his lighter nearby, picking it up and handing it back to him.

"Still in one piece", he pats his chest and he huffs a laugh, placing the lighter back inside his jacket pocket. "Could get used to this. It's not everyday that it rains pretty women."

The flirt. Just as he'd been with you in high school though you're not sure whether to be charmed or embarrassed given the circumstances. So both emotions manage to sneak in before you can decide on which one.

"I- my purse- Carol, see she tried to shoplift, right? I caught her and so my purse-", you find it just behind you, holding it up in front of Eddie's face as you continue to explain. "She lifted it before I could notice and she tossed it all the way up there," you point up at the spot you fell down from. "I slipped. I tried to stay quiet while you were busy but the branch broke and my foot slipped and..."

And what? "I'm sorry I sat on your face, Eddie? It won't happen again?" God, you felt so stupid right now.

"Woah woah, take a breath. It's not like I'm going to press charges or anything", he assures you.

You knew he wouldn't do anything of the sort. Eddie was always nice to you. Still is it seems, even after you so rudely and abruptly body slammed into him so damn hard. Maybe your luck's starting to turn. Or maybe it's just because he's in a good mood after a big sale... Yeah, that must be it.

Feeling a little better about the whole thing, you manage to get yourself back on to your feet even if a little unsteadily, holding a hand out to Eddie so you can help him up too. He accepts it at first but when his eyes fall to your knees his hand slips free from yours.

"You're bleeding", he notices.

Looking down, you see that he's right, two open cuts on both knees. Nothing serious but the blood is yet to clot, trailing down your legs in thin red lines and staining your socks.

You don't have anything on you to help dab it with, looking around when Eddie begins to shed his denim vest.

"It's clean, promise. Took it out of the laundry this morning"

The gesture is so sweet, watching him attentively as he kneels at your feet. You attempt to help too, picking the leaves out of his hair because it's the least you could do while he carefully cleans away the dirt on your skin. The feeling of his hand wrapping around your calf to steady himself is nice too, pressing the denim against your wounds so gently that you barely hiss at the sting.

"Doesn't look too bad. That's a good thing. You always had nice legs".

Your face could not feel any hotter than it already feels right now. At this angle, he might even be able to catch another glimpse or two up your skirt again but this time you don't mind at all. He's earned it.

"Thanks", you tell him with a smile, your toes curling in your socks because there's something so nice about being taken care of after the the whole thing with Carol that it makes you want to shiver with delight.

In the past you knew not to take him too seriously just in case he was only being nice to you but at the same time, Eddie was never one to be shy or less than honest about what he thought or said. Maybe you just had trouble accepting that and in turn, accepting that you were more than deserving of that kind of attention.

"You shouldn't be walking around like this. I could give you a ride if you're cool with that", he offers when he looks back up at you, the deep brown of his eyes now a light cinnamon with the sun spilling down on his face from between the branches.

"Yeah, I'd really appreciate that", you accept eagerly.

The drive back to yours is more than pleasant, though you'd never actually lost touch it was nice for two high school friends like you to reconnect on a new level. Eddie even joins you in trashing Carol a bit too though now you feel you might actually owe that thieving venom spitting cobra of a woman a little thank you.

What were the chances of this all happening? the both of you in the same place at the same time, your branch giving way the exact moment he got closer to you? no sooner, no later. Whatever the reason might be, today feels kind of special.

"Sorry I messed up your vest", you hold up the bloody thing tentatively when he pulls up outside your house.

"You kidding? 's the best its ever looked. Pretty hardcore"

You giggle at that, part of you realizing that you don't want to leave his van, trying to stall and find a reason to stay a little longer and keep whatever this is becoming going.

Eddie looks back at you pensively as you do so.

He doesn't want you to leave either. He thinks about how absurdly fast he'd gone from securing a deal like any other day to having his nose buried in your panties out of nowhere. If he doesn't act just as fast he might never get this opportunity again.

"Y' know, I wouldn't mind seeing even more of you next time", he smiles, somehow coming on more sweetly suave than sleazy like you would find any other man who would say so.

"Eddie Munson, you hound", you play scold him back, swatting him gently on the arm. Any excuse to touch him. You can't help noticing how nice and firm it feels under that dark layer of leather.

Honestly, Eddie's a little surprised himself that his charm's actually working too but manages to keep it up.

"So, what do you say? dinner? movie?", he suggests hopefully.

"Sure. Dinner, movie and then, when you come back to mine, maybe we can pick up where we left off from when I was on top of you", you wink back.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #stranger things #stranger things smut #eddie munson x reader

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sevarchive · 2 days ago

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જ⁀➴ blue lock ; kahoot edition

synopsis: in which nine blue lock players are forced into a “team bonding” on kahoot! starring: isagi yoichi, rin itoshi, shidou ryusei, bachira meguru, reo mikage, nagi seishiro, chigiri hyoma, barou shouei, gagamaru gin, and kunigami rensuke

a/n: this took me an entire day to write, edit, and recover from emotionally TT i really hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed losing my mind making it. have fun, i hope your brain short-circuits at least once. enjoy the ride 💀🧹

[ isagi started a call. ]

isagi: okay—okay, everyone’s here, let’s just—

barou: if one of you makes a fart noise into the mic i’m blocking you

isagi: i didn’t even say anything yet 💀

shidou: YOOOOO START IT I’M FOAMING AT THE MOUTH. MY MOUSE IS READY TO VIOLENCE.

bachira: wait i can’t hear anything is that my mic or shidou screaming again?

reo: your mic’s fine. shidou can we please act like people for two seconds—

shidou: NAHHHHH I’M LOCKED IN CHAT

nagi: …i still haven’t opened it btw

barou: STOP BEING LAZY. OPEN IT. YOU TAP TWO BUTTONS AND YOUR WHOLE LIFE’S NOT THAT HARD.

gagamaru: gu—ys—wai—i—he—lp—

isagi: gagamaru are you STILL lagging???

gagamaru: i’m in a forest

rin: bro what

reo: are you in the middle of a national park right now—

gagamaru: it’s fine, i climbed higher. might have signal now… i think

shidou (laughing way too hard): MY GUY IS PLAYING KAHOOT FROM A BRANCH. A BRANCH.

barou (losing it): IF I LOSE TO SOMEONE USING TWIG SIGNAL I’M FLIPPING MY WHOLE SETUP.

rin: i hope this kahoot crashes

bachira: same but in a fun way

shidou: IM READY LET’S GOOOOO

isagi: okay okay i’m sending the game pin—we're not starting until everyone’s in, alright??

reo: someone tell nagi it’s not a visual novel he actually has to do something.

nagi (deadpan): idc. i’m just here to breathe and get questions wrong.

isagi: code’s 666420. join the kahoot. don’t pick dumb names this time.

chigiri: …that feels illegal.

bachira: OMG that’s my angel number!!!

Nagi: too lazy to type it. someone click for me.

gagamaru (faint, laggy): wai—don’t—start—i can’t—my screen’s—fro—

[ gagamaru left the call. ]

bachira: GAGAMARU NOOOO

reo: bro he’s gonna rejoin and say “wait what question are we on” when we’re on like #19

kunigami: wait what’s the code again i just got here—

shidou: THE CODE IS 666420—YOU’RE WELCOME! LOCK THAT IN YOUR MUSCLE BRAIN

chigiri: someone mute him PLS

[ gagamaru joined the call. ]

bachira: OMG TREE WIFI IS BACK

gagamaru: uhhh so signal’s kinda better now. a crow moved off the branch so that helped ig

reo: bro kicked karasu off the tree just to join kahoot

shidou: LMAO karasu somewhere in the woods like “damn my bad bro, didn’t know you were lagging”

isagi: ok who the hell just joined as @ben.d.over

everyone (talking at once): NAHHHH

kunigami: wait why’s everyone laughing what’s wrong with ben

rin: read it again slowly

kunigami: …oh my god

isagi: i’m ending this game already and we haven’t even started—

rin: i should’ve muted you all when i had the chance

reo: too late we’re in the trenches now

[messi_is_me has joined the game.]

[rin has joined the game.]

[HUGH MUNGUS has joined the game.]

[ben.d.over has joined the game.]

[richdaddyreal has joined the game.]

[leftthumbonly has joined the game.]

[imagine losing has joined the game.]

[EMPEROR_OF_GOALS has joined the game.]

[muscle_reaper7 has joined the game.]

[forestwifi_survivor has joined the game.]

isagi: bro who the hell is HUGH MUNGUS 😭

shidou (already dying): NAHHHHHHHHH whoever typed that needs jail and a hug

bachira: sobbing at ben.d.over omg pls whoever you are never change 💖💖💖

kunigami: this is actually a crime against maturity

reo: bro we’re in 8th grade again and it’s kinda fun ngl

gagamaru (still lagging): wait who’s hugh? did another person join??

barou: TCH. EMPEROR_OF_GOALS has ARRIVED.

everyone: bro. we KNOW it’s you 😭😭😭

isagi: ok BUT why is someone just rin 💀 that’s worse than being cringe

shidou: LMFAOOOO bro typed his name like it’s a school test

chigiri: nah bro said “i’m not like the other girls” and then picked nothing

rin: i am literally just rin. i have dignity. unlike the rest of you parasites.

bachira: ok “rin” 🙄✨

[ host clicks “start game” ]

[ kahoot music starts blaring ]

barou (mic BUSTED): LETS GO EMPEROR OF GOALS! I WILL ASCEND.

shidou (yelling over him): AYYYYYYY GET READY TO LOOOOOOOSEEEEE 🔥🔥🔥

bachira (cackling): MY EARS JUST LEFT THE CHAT 💀💀💀

chigiri: somebody MUTE THEM.

shidou (immediately): EZ. it’s RED. next question.

isagi: BRO DON’T SAY THE ANSWER DIMWIT 😭😭😭

reo: YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO SAY IT OUT LOUD YOU WALKING CONCUSSION

bachira: LMFAOOO not shidou speedrunning self-sabotage

kunigami: this is why we can’t have nice things

nagi: does that mean it’s not red? 🤨

gagamaru (from the trees): wait hold up i just got signal what did he say

barou: TCH. if you don’t know the answer, don’t play the game.

chigiri: bro has the audacity to scream the answer like it’s a flex

rin: first question and the stupidity’s already astronomical

shidou: ok but like. i was RIGHT tho. you’re welcome.

isagi: this isn’t a group project bro SHUT UP 💀

[ leaderboard after Q1: ]

🥇 ben.d.over 🥈 EMPEROR_OF_GOALS 🥉 messi_is_me 4th — leftthumbonly 5th — HUGH MUNGUS

barou: SECOND?! I AM THE EMPEROR. I DO NOT ACCEPT THIS.

isagi: how the hell am i losing to a guy named ben.d.over

shidou: i’m FIFTH??? i SAID the answer out loud 😭

reo: you helped everyone and still fumbled.

nagi: me being 4th is actually a miracle. i clicked by accident

gagamaru (finally loading): wait the leaderboard’s up?? guys. what place am i

chigiri: bro you’re not even on it 😭

rin: one question in and i already want to mute this entire call

bachira: #1 babyyyyy catch me if you cannnn

gagamaru (already overwhelmed): ok wait wait. it SAYS “red” but the box is BLUE! do i click the blue box that says red?? or the RED box??

reo: just click the one that says red 😭 it’s not a trick question

barou (yelling): NO—JUST PICK THE COLOR

gagamaru: WHAT—WHICH COLOR?? THE COLOR OF THE BOX OR THE COLOR OF THE WORD??

bachira: i’m wheezing he’s getting gaslit in 4K

shidou: bro’s fighting kahoot, barou, and his internet all at once 💀

kunigami: nah that was dirty i won’t lie lol i had an existential crisis

nagi: i think he just blacked out and clicked uno

isagi: whoever designed kahoot is actually evil for that one

barou: IF YOU FELL FOR THAT YOU’RE A MORON. WORDS OVER COLORS. THINK WITH YOUR HEAD.

rin (finally losing it): you are all COLORBLIND. you are COLOR. BLIND.

[ leaderboard after Q2: ]

🥇 leftthumbonly 🥈 ben.d.over 🥉 EMPEROR_OF_GOALS 4th — messi_is_me 5th — rin

gagamaru (finally catching up): NOOOO i should’ve clicked the blue one that SAID red

reo: bro that was 2 minutes ago 😭 you still processing??

nagi (deadpan): ayo??? how am i first

bachira: YOU??? i was #1 you fraud

barou: THIS IS AN OUTRAGE. EMPEROR OF GOALS WILL NOT STAND FOR THIRD.

isagi: i’m 4th. this is bullying.

bachira: wait bro where’s imagine losing 😭😭😭

reo: nah don’t tell me chigiri’s not even on the board 💀

shidou: bro’s the fastest in real life but couldn’t even click a button in time 😭

isagi: he’s got 40-yard dash speed but lagging in kahoot reflexes 💀

chigiri (furious): I MISCLICKED ONCE

barou: sounds like skill issue to me

chigiri: ok but when i beat all of you in sprints i don’t wanna hear a thing

shidou: not if kahoot beats you first 🫵

isagi: there is ONE correct answer here. and if y’all pick anything else i’m calling the cops

reo: WHAT IS THIS QUESTION??? 😭

bachira: i voted for my imaginary friend. he told me to

shidou: gagamaru’s wifi is NOT the goat that’s the villain 😭

gagamaru (suddenly cutting out): i clicked m– krrch —own wifi an— skshh—wait why— disconnects

[ gagamaru left the call. ]

chigiri: NAHHHHHHHHHH 😭😭😭 HIS WIFI TOOK IT PERSONALLY

reo: he clicked “gagamaru’s wifi” and it jumped him on sight 😭💀

shidou: HIS WIFI SAID “WHO’S THE GOAT NOW?” AND YEETED HIM OFF THE CALL 😭😭😭

bachira: self-inflicted lag. beautiful

barou (suddenly SCREAMING): WHY. IS. MY. REFLECTION. ON THIS DAMN LIST. WHO. PUT. THAT.

isagi: you sound mad for someone who looks in the mirror every 4 minutes

barou: I’M MAD IT’S EVEN AN OPTION. THIS BETTER BE THE CORRECT ANSWER OR I’M ENDING THIS GAME.

isagi: calm down emperor palpatine it’s not that deep

barou: SOMEONE CHANGE THE QUIZ NAME TO “WHO WANTS TO DIE TODAY”

shidou: NO LMAO SOMEONE GIVE HIM A POINT JUST FOR SELF-LOVE

[ leaderboard after Q3: ]

🥇 HUGH MUNGUS 🥈 leftthumbonly 🥉 ben.d.over 4th — richdaddyreal 5th — EMPEROR_OF_GOALS

isagi: HUGH MUNGUS???? bro HOW are you first 😭😭😭

shidou (screaming): LET’S GOOOOOOO I AM HIM 😤💥💪

bachira: how did he climb all that from the pits of dumbassery

barou (still fuming): you’re telling me my reflection wasn’t correct?? YOU’RE SAYING RONALDO OVER MY MIRRORED GLORY???

reo: it’s literally a real person vs. your gym selfie 😭

[ gagamaru joined the call. ]

gagamaru (reconnected, confused): wait i got booted mid-question did the wifi option win or what

isagi: nah bro your wifi sabotaged you 😭

gagamaru: my router’s holding a grudge i swear

rin: i hate that HUGH MUNGUS is at the top of the leaderboard. i actually hate this.

bachira: don’t worry rin, you’re top 1...IN SULKING SPEEDRUNS

rin: i hate all of you

reo: WAIT. IS THAT RIN IN A BALLGOWN 😭😭😭

isagi: YO WHO MADE THIS QUIZ. WHO DID THAT TO HIM 💀💀💀

nagi: nah he lowkey serving… but also threatening

shidou: bro looks like he’s about to hit a pirouette and a homicide 💃🔪

rin (furious): WHAT. THE HELL. IS THAT PICTURE.

bachira: you in your disney princess era bestie 😚

barou: ENOUGH. I BETTER NOT BE THE RIGHT ANSWER. I AM FASHION.

kunigami: you wore zebra pants with gold chains last week–

chigiri: don’t forget the crown and the “born to score” crop top

barou: SAY THAT AGAIN AND I’LL SCORE YOUR FUNERAL

gagamaru (still buffering): wait why is rin dressed like elsa

reo: can we circle back to the fact that I’m an option too??

bachira: yeah that’s for all your rich boy yacht outfits 😭

rin: WHO MADE THIS. WHO ACTUALLY MADE THIS.

shidou: these questions got more violent than blue lock itself 💀

isagi: nah fr. this isn’t trivia, this is targeted bullying

bachira: AND I’M ENJOYING EVERY SECOND 😍

[ leaderboard after Q4: ]

🥇 HUGH MUNGUS 🥈 ben.d.over 🥉 leftthumbonly 4th — EMPEROR_OF_GOALS 5th — messi_is_me

shidou (wheezing): BAROU WAS THE CORRECT ONE 😭😭😭😭😭😭

bachira: LMAOOOOOOO I’M ACTUALLY CRYINGGGG

barou (screaming from his soul): EXCUSE ME?!?!?!?!?!

reo: oh my god he’s gonna suplex the kahoot server

isagi: no bc the zebra pants were a crime and the quiz just confirmed it 💀

kunigami: justice has been served. with glitter and shame.

barou: WHO DECIDED THIS?? WHO HAS THE AUDACITY TO PUT EMPEROR OF GOALS AS A FASHION FAILURE

nagi: you wear gold chains to practice bro

chigiri: and you showed up in crocs once. crocs. with spikes.

rin: Y’ALL ARE LAUGHING AND I’M STILL IN A DAMN GOWN

gagamaru (delayed): rin look like he’s about to sing “let it go”

bachira: BC HE’S LETTING GO OF HIS DIGNITY

barou: THIS. QUIZ. IS. RIGGED.

reo: NAHHHH THIS QUIZ JUST WENT PERSONAL 💀💀💀

bachira: “rin (but he’ll never admit it)” is insane levels of violence 😭

nagi: picked blue. left foot supremacy

shidou: i picked yellow. i want drama 😈

isagi: bro this is less trivia and more emotional exposure therapy

rin (furious): WHY AM I EVEN AN OPTION. WHO ADDED THAT.

bachira: sorry rin ur tsundere lore is out 😚

shidou: “he’ll never admit it” is SO real tho

barou: I THOUGHT THIS WAS A GAME ABOUT SOCCER. WHY ARE WE IN A TELL-ALL CONFESSIONAL

kunigami: lowkey “the idea of being better than everyone else” might actually be the most accurate

gagamaru (late as always): wait did sae join the kahoot??

bachira: no but i wish he did just to see him pick “himself” and log out

rin: this quiz is sick. i’m reporting it.

shidou: what’s wrong rin. you don’t love yourself the way sae maybe does??? 😭😭😭

[ leaderboard after Q5: ]

🥇 HUGH MUNGUS 🥈 ben.d.over 🥉 leftthumbonly 4th — richdaddyreal 5th — EMPEROR_OF_GOALS

bachira: nooooo not “himself” 😭😭😭 SAE YOU SELF-LOVING BASTARD

isagi: bro really looked at love and said “me, myself, and i”

shidou: LMFAOOO RIN GOT LEFT ON READ BY HIS OWN BLOOD 💔💀

reo: can someone hug rin before he explodes

nagi: rin’s emotionally speedrunning all five stages of grief

barou: i don’t care if sae loves a brick, can we move on

gagamaru: wait so sae doesn’t love rin?? 😔

rin (low, dead inside): i’m. not. crying.

bachira: you’re just allergic to emotional damage??

shidou: guys don’t make fun of him. he’s top 1 in having a fictional situationship with his brother

isagi: can someone play sad violin noises over vc

reo: we need to end this before rin disconnects permanently 😭

nagi: yo is this next one the last question??

isagi: yeah yeah ONE MORE. FINAL ROUND. everyone breathe and brace!

isagi: WHAT AM I LOOKING AT

reo: WHY IS HIS APRON SO TIGHT WHO DID THIS

bachira: NOOOO HE LOOKS SO ANGRY YET SO SERVING 😭😭

nagi: this is the scariest and sexiest thing i’ve ever seen

shidou: TRUE. TRUE. TRUE. I CLICKED TRUE BEFORE IT EVEN LOADED

kunigami: what the actual hell is this quiz

barou (deranged screaming): WHO MADE THIS. WHO FOUND THAT PICTURE. I WILL END YOU.

isagi: bro why does he still look like he could bench press all of us in that outfit

gagamaru (in awe): wait fr… why is he kinda…

chigiri: no say it. we’re all thinking it.

gagamaru: …kinda bad

bachira: BADDER THAN YOUR WIFI 😭😭😭

rin: i think i'm gonna be sick..

shidou: maid barou supremacy forever. that apron’s doing heavy lifting

reo: he looks like he’s about to hand me a cupcake and then body slam me

barou (still unhinged): I’M ENDING THIS QUIZ. I’M DELETING KAHOOT. I’M BLOCKING ALL OF YOU

bachira: too late babe you're trending on maidtok 💅🧹

[ FINAL KAHOOT LEADERBOARD ]

🥇 HUGH MUNGUS 🥈 ben.d.over 🥉 leftthumbonly

shidou (screaming): I WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNN LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOOO 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

bachira: NOOOOOOO WHY DID I GET SECOND 😭😭😭 i wanted the power

nagi: i was just pressing colors. what happened

isagi: i dropped from 3rd to off the podium like my stocks crashed bro

reo: wait. where the hell did I go. am i in NINTH??

kunigami: i’m BELOW gagamaru. and he picked options with lag.

gagamaru (re-entering from the woods): i think i clicked red but it was actually green and the crow started screeching again

chigiri: y'all just imagine me being the fastest in blue lock and the slowest in kahoot like shut the hell up

bachira: chigiri fumbled the click bag 💀

rin: i hate that HUGH MUNGUS is the winner. i genuinely hate it.

isagi: ok rules are rules… winner gets to choose anything, right?

shidou (with the most evil smirk): YES. and i’ve decided 😇

barou (already panicking): no. NO. WHATEVER IT IS, NO.

shidou: you… barou-sama…are going to wear. the maid outfit. AGAIN. 😈 but this time... we’re POSTING IT ON TWITTER 🧍‍♀️✨

barou (screeching): WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

bachira: LIVE YOUR TRUTH MAID KING 😭😭😭😭

reo: we are boosting the tweet. everyone turn on RTs

nagi: wait let me edit the photo. adding sparkles and cat ears rn

gagamaru: can we tag ego

kunigami: you are all going to hell gagamaru. DON'T

barou (frothing): I WILL UNPLUG EVERY ROUTER IN JAPAN. I SWEAR.

shidou (typing on phone already): caption: "maid barou ready to serve AND score 🧹💘"

rin: i’m leaving. i’m logging off. this is brain rot.

bachira: SEE Y’ALL AT THE NEXT KAHOOT 😍🎉

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t6ji · 16 hours ago

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— late return.

pairing. nerdy!toji fushiguro x fem!reader

cw. public-ish sex, jealousy, riding, thumb sucking, possessive!reader, territorial behavior, very subtle femdom energy, toji being too sweet and too fuckable for his own good, claiming in a library after-hours

you weren’t supposed to see it.

you were just stopping by the library to pick up your notes—left them in the second floor study lounge during your 4 p.m. calc panic—and figured you’d be in and out before the closing lights even flickered.

but fate, as always, had other plans.

the laugh catches your ear before anything else. it’s high and girlish and artificial in a way that makes your jaw tighten without thinking. the math aisle curves into a little alcove near the back, and as you round the corner, you catch the tail end of a sentence:

“oh my god, you’re so smart.”

you stop walking.

she’s sitting far too close to him. the air between them isn’t even warm—it’s thick. intended. she’s propped up on one arm, leaned over his thigh just enough to toe the line of inappropriate without technically crossing it. her voice is saccharine. fake clueless. the tone of someone who knows exactly what they’re doing.

and toji, your sweet, soft-spoken boyfriend?

he’s none the wiser.

he’s got that tired, shy smile on—the one he gives when someone compliments him and he doesn’t know what to do with it. he’s kneeling on the floor, glasses slipping low on his nose, cardigan sleeves pushed up as he scratches an equation into a spiral-bound notebook. he’s explaining something patiently, slowly, like he’s done a hundred times before, completely unaware of the way her eyes are devouring him.

“you make it sound so easy,” she giggles. “i think i just need one-on-one tutoring every week.”

he chuckles quietly. “you’re getting better, though.”

you don’t even hear the rest.

your spine feels too hot, your molars press too tight.

you turn, step back into the next aisle over, and press your tongue against your cheek.

you don’t doubt him. it’s never about trust. it’s about her.

and if she’s gonna act like your man is fair game, then maybe she needs a reminder.

forty minutes later, the library is closed.

you’re still inside.

technically the door is locked, technically there are signs that say the study spaces shut down by 10:30, and technically you should be halfway across campus by now. but you’re not in the mood to follow rules. not tonight.

you hear him before you see him again.

his voice is low. muttering something to himself.

and then—there he is.

back still pressed to the shelf. glasses on. clipboard in his lap. sleeves rolled up, collar twisted, legs folded long beneath him like he’s settled in for the apocalypse. he doesn’t even notice you at first. just squints down at his notes, muttering numbers under his breath.

you take a step closer.

then another.

he finally glances up. blinking.

“…you’re still here?”

his voice is tired. soft. unaware.

and in a single breath, you decide you’re not letting him go home unclaimed.

you kneel between his legs slowly, deliberately, and his brows furrow with that dumb little concern he always gives you when you act slightly out of pocket.

“baby?” he asks, breath catching. “what’re you—”

you straddle his lap.

his mouth parts just a little.

you lean in and brush your lips along his jaw—soft, slow, like you’re kissing a bruise. his breath catches again.

“you’ve been out here helping girls who already know how to divide matrices,” you murmur, voice featherlight against the shell of his ear. “i figured i’d come remind you who’s actually failing math and needs your attention.”

he freezes. blinks. stutters.

“she really did need help—i wasn’t—i wasn’t trying to—”

you rock your hips.

he goes silent.

his cock is already thick beneath you, pressing up against the soft material of his corduroy pants, and when you grind down again—harder this time—he chokes on a breath and tips his head back into the shelf with a soft thud.

your voice dips lower, curling like steam.

“you’re hard already?”

his glasses fog faintly.

“you—fuck—you’re grinding on me, how could i not—?”

you hum, skirt hiking higher, heat building. every shift of your hips drags your soaked panties over his clothed cock. he’s shaking beneath you already.

“thought you liked when i was quiet,” he breathes, a pitiful attempt at levity—but it comes out too needy, too cracked.

you kiss the corner of his mouth, lips grazing his skin as you whisper:

“you’ve been sweet to everyone but me today. so no, baby, i don’t want you quiet.”

his hands come up like he wants to stop you, but they don’t land anywhere. they hover—lost. he looks up at you with that helpless expression, face flushed, mouth parted. his hair’s falling into his eyes.

you take his glasses off slowly, fold them, set them on a forgotten textbook.

he looks dazed.

you kiss his cheek, then press your thumb to his bottom lip.

he gasps. swallows. obeys immediately.

his mouth opens. you slide your thumb in.

his tongue presses against it. warm. wet. obedient.

“i didn’t mean to make you mad,” he murmurs, voice thick around your thumb.

you tilt your head slightly. “you didn’t make me mad.”

you lean forward, lips brushing his jaw.

“you made me territorial.”

his hips twitch.

your cunt clenches around nothing.

you roll your hips again, slow and deep, pressing his cock right against your slick heat—and he whimpers, chest arching toward you, arms trembling like he’s holding back from tearing you down onto him.

his throat is flushed. adams apple jumping.

“you’re—fuck—” he groans. “i can’t—please slow down, i’m gonna—i can’t hold it—”

you kiss his throat, twice, maybe three times, before you finally reach down and tug your panties to the side.

“don’t wanna slow down,” you whisper. “wanna make you cum so hard she feels it when she tries to talk to you tomorrow.”

his breath breaks.

you sink down on him.

he moans—loud, wrecked—and it echoes through the dead-quiet library like sin.

you keep going anyway and now you’re already fucking him before he can catch his breath.

your panties are still tugged to the side, your skirt rucked up around your waist, and his cock’s buried so deep inside you it feels like it’s been there for hours—like it belongs there. he’s warm and full and pulsing under you, breath shattered into fragments, like he doesn’t know if he should be begging you to slow down or speed up.

but he’s not really speaking anymore. just soft, helpless little moans—like “ah…hahh… please…”—mouth parted, lashes wet, trying to blink up at you through the blur.

you’re sitting flush against him now. riding him slowly, cruelly, grinding your hips down just enough to feel him twitch every time your cunt sucks him in. it’s hot between you—your skin damp, your chest flushed, your thighs clenched around his. the quiet library air turns sticky. you hear your own wetness in the air, slick sounds echoing off the walls.

toji’s cardigan is slipping off his shoulder. his glasses are tossed away, useless. he keeps trying to focus, keeps trying to look at you—but his eyes roll every time you move.

his head tips back into the bookshelf behind him, a quiet thud lost in the heat between you.

you lean in—close, chest brushing his—and reach up to touch his jaw with one hand. he leans into it like it soothes him. you trace his bottom lip with your thumb. just once. slow.

and he moans.

his mouth parts, barely even a second of hesitation, and then—he pulls your thumb in with his lips, tongue wrapping around it immediately like he’s starved for something only you can give.

you feel it all. the warmth. the texture. the tremble in his breath as he sucks, slow and instinctive, his eyes fluttering half-closed as he lets the sensation anchor him.

his hips jerk again under you.

“baby,” he breathes around your finger, voice low and ruined. “you’re—i’m gonna—fuck—”

he tries to hold still.

he tries. but his cock twitches again, and your pussy tightens around him like a reflex, and that’s when you see it—the way his whole face starts to break open, all flushed and vulnerable and raw.

you keep your thumb in his mouth.

and keep moving.

not faster. just deeper. every grind is a threat, a promise, a pressure point. your walls clamp down around him with a wet, obscene sound and his breath shatters completely.

“too much,” he whispers, barely able to say it. “s’t-too much—feels too good—fuck, fuck, please—”

his thighs tremble underneath you. his fingers dig into the back of your sweater like he needs to cling to something, anything, or else he’ll come apart.

you shift just slightly, angle your hips a little higher so his cock hits deeper—and he gasps around your thumb. doesn’t stop sucking. doesn’t even think to.

you lean down, forehead to his, lips brushing his flushed cheek.

“you close?” you whisper.

he nods. barely. eyes unfocused.

“don’t hold it back.”

he comes like his body can’t help it.

trembles. cries. lips still wrapped around your finger, mouth dripping. his whole body jolts forward like you’ve shocked him, and you feel his cock throb inside you—once, twice, three times—hot cum spilling deep as his hands slip down to your thighs, clutching like he’s drowning.

and still—you don’t stop.

you grind down again, soft and slow. drawing out every shiver. every breath.

his whine catches in his throat. his thumb twitches against your ribs. he nuzzles your neck like he’s trying to ground himself, but his mouth is still open, still latched around your thumb like it’s the only thing keeping him from falling apart all over again.

your other hand slides into his hair.

you kiss his temple.

you ride the high with him.

and when he finally looks at you—eyes red-rimmed, lips parted, spit shining on your thumb—he looks like someone who doesn’t just love you.

he belongs to you.

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opiumwings · 23 hours ago

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prank’d — megan skiendiel

– you prank megan by pretending to hide somebody when she comes home – word count: 1361 words

you’d been waiting for the perfect moment to get megan back for some of the pranks she had pulled on you, and today felt right. she always swore she couldn’t be pranked. she was just too good and would see it coming, but after spending so much time with her, you’ve learned ways to catch her off guard.

you checked the time. she’d be home any minute now.

the living room was way too clean, on purpose. you left a second pair of sneakers by the door, a hoodie that wasn’t hers was draped over the couch, and an empty glass on the table with lipstick that wasn’t her shade.

you saw her pull up through the window. perfect timing.

you dashed down the hall, made a loud thump in one of the rooms, then sprinted back to the kitchen just in time to open the fridge and pretend you were doing something completely normal.

the front door creaked open.

“babe?” megan called out.

“hey! you’re back early,” you answered nervously to play the part.

she stepped in and paused. you could hear the slight hesitation in her footsteps as her eyes scanned the shoes, the hoodie, and then the rest of the room.

“do you have people over?” megan asked slowly, eyeing you suspiciously.

“what? no one’s here,” you replied, glancing around the room like you were trying to find someone too.

she squinted at you for a second longer before shaking her head. choosing to believe you—because really, why wouldn’t she? you’d never given her a reason not to trust you.

“i’m actually so tired,” she sighed, tossing her keys on the table. “they drained me today.”

“you wanna talk about it?” you asked, moving toward her.

“i just wanna cuddle and be with my girlfriend for the rest of the day,” megan said, wrapping her arms around you.

“i can do that for you,” you murmured, hugging her tight, guilt already tugging at your chest.

“let me just freshen up,” she said, pulling away slightly. “i’m a little sweaty.”

that was perfect, right where you’re dummy was set up.

“you don’t need to go in there,” you blurted, stepping in front of her.

“i kinda do, though,” she replied.

“can’t we just chill down here for a sec?” you tried to steer her back toward the couch.

“why are you being so weird today?” megan tilted her head.

“i’m not weird. you’re weird.”

“i just want a quick shower. then we can do whatever you want.”

“it’s fine, i love you exactly how you are,” you smiled.

“okay but i want to shower for me,” she said, stepping toward the door again.

you instinctively blocked her with your arm, gently but firm enough to stop her.

“what the fuck?” she muttered, frowning.

“sorry! i didn’t mean to,” you said quickly, trying to recover.

“y/n, what the hell is going on?” megan ran a hand through her hair, clearly trying to stay calm.

“nothing,” you said, voice low. “i just don’t want you to leave me…”

the way you said it gave her pause, like there was something more behind it.

“we can shower together, if that’s what you’re really trying to say,” megan softened a little.

“uhh… yes. but can you grab us some towels and a change of clothes first?”

“okay. be right back,” she sighed in relief, believing you were just being clingy.

as soon as she turned the corner, you clasped your hands together in prayer toward the hidden camera. you needed this footage to be worth it.

you quickly opened the bathroom door to check on the dummy. still there, seated just right on the counter.

when megan returned, you made it look like you were whispering to someone inside, then jumped when she appeared behind you.

“okay,” she said slowly. “i’ve been trying so hard not to assume anything because i trust you. but you’re making it really hard right now.”

“there’s nothing happening,” you insisted, trying to flash your most innocent smile. “i’m just happy you’re home, my love.”

“then let me in the bathroom so we can be even happier.”

“i would love that, but... could i trouble you to grab one more thing?”

“seriously?” megan narrowed her eyes.

“just my slippers,” you said.

“fine,” she sighed, clearly running out of patience.

you quickly took the towels and clothes she brought, tossing them in the bathroom next to the dummy. then, just loud enough, you whispered, “you have to go before she comes back!”

and of course, megan sprinted back into the hallway.

“i knew i wasn’t fucking trippin’!” she shouted. “i knew it!”

“why were you so fast?” you asked, trying not to laugh.

“so we’re just gonna act like you weren’t whispering to someone just now?” she said, eyes wide.

“i wasn’t!” you said, voice high-pitched like you were lying.

“y/n, be honest right now.”

“i am being honest! do you not trust me?” you said, already regretting the question.

megan looked like she was trying not to cry. her eyes began to get glossy, but she kept blinking them away. “i know you’re joking. i have to believe you’re joking. because you’d never do that to me.”

your heart dropped; it wasn’t funny anymore.

“don’t be mad,” you said softly. “please. you know i love you, and i would never purposely hurt you.”

she didn’t say anything, just stared, face unreadable.

“say something,” you whispered.

“just open the fucking door, y/n,” megan said her voice coming out sharp.

you hesitated a second longer, then slowly turned the knob and stepped aside.

megan stormed in, ready to confront whoever she thought was in there—only to be met with… a lifeless dummy slouched on the toilet in a hoodie and sunglasses.

she froze, and it went dead silent.

“are you serious right now?!” megan yelled, frozen in the doorway, staring down at the dummy slouched on the toilet.

“not really my type, but he was perfect for the role,” you said casually from behind her.

“i can’t believe you,” megan slowly turned to face you, hands dragging down her face in complete disbelief.

“guess you can get pranked, megan.” you grinned, barely able to hold in your laughter.

“oh, don’t get cocky,” she said, pointing at you as she walked out of the bathroom. “because i trusted you. i came home tired, wanted to cuddle, and this is how you treat me?”

“okay, to be fair, i was just getting my get back,” you bit your lip, holding up both hands.

“you sure did,” she muttered.

“you have to admit, though…” you smirked, stepping closer. “i did good.”

megan rolled her eyes but didn’t deny it. “i was ready to fight someone. i had a whole dramatic breakup speech ready in my head, too.”

“you were gonna leave me over a mannequin?” you gasped, placing a hand on your chest.

“i thought it was a real person!” she shouted, hitting you lightly on the arm.

you wrapped your arms around her waist, pulling her close before she could storm off. “i’m sorry,” you said, smiling into her shoulder. “but that reaction was so worth it.”

“you’re lucky i didn’t punch you,” megan mumbled into your neck, even as she let you hold her.

“you know you still love me,” you whispered.

“unfortunately.”

she pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, a smirk already forming on her face. “you know what this means, though, right?”

“that you’ll let it go and never bring it up again?” you tilted your head.

she just laughed in response, and that was so much scarier then anything else she could’ve done.

“oh, baby,” she said, patting your cheek like the sweet girlfriend she is. “you’re gonna wish you never did that to me.”

“wait, hold—what does that mean?” your smile faltered.

“it means sleep with one eye open,” she said sweetly.

and with that, she got ready for her shower like she didn’t just declare psychological warfare. you stood frozen in your spot. you might’ve just made one of the biggest mistakes by starting a prank war with someone who never loses.

#katseye #megan skiendiel #katseye x reader #katseye x female reader #katseye imagines #katseye megan #megan skiendiel x reader #sasha.writes ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐#sasha.fics ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐

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yanderemaxipads · 3 days ago

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yandere!stalker x gn!reader

you have been touch starved for so long that you didn’t think twice about the hand slipping around your waist while you slept. thinking it was just a dream, you shift around in your bed, turning around until you’re accidentally met with a chest.

you smile feeling another person in front of you. with your eyes still closed, you bring your arms up to wrap around this mystery person’s neck.

i really need to meet someone new, you thought to yourself as you put your thigh around this mystery person. you sigh with content when a hand is brought down to hold onto your thigh. you smile softly and relax into their touch.

i love this dream, you think with your brain fogging as you feel a hand reach into your hair massaging you gently. as this dream kept continuing, you felt a strange feeling in your stomach. something isn’t right. you open your eyes a little bit to see a stranger right next to you in bed. your heart immediately drops and it begins to beat quickly. the pounding drum in your chest forces you to close your eyes in fear. you try to relax and figure out what your next move is until you hear a soft chuckle arise from the person in bed.

“i know you’re awake babe, no need to run. m’not gonna hurt you.”

wow. their voice is actually not.. horrible? for a creep, they sounded pretty hot.

“who the fuck are you?” you whisper angrily.

you can just feel this person smile as they answer, “woah, hey now. hostile much?” you begin to pull your hands away, but feel them bring one of your hands to their face and kiss your palm. your eyes shoot open as you feel the heat on your face even in the darkness as they continue to move down and kiss slowly down your arm. you’re not sure what tactic this is, but it’s kind of working. it’s embarrassing.

they continue to pepper kisses on you and it slowly trails to your collarbone. “h-hey, what are you doing?” you squirm under their affection. “shh.. baby, just relax.” they pepper a couple more kisses around your neck, before slowly finding your sweet spot. “i’m not your baby..” you whimper as they find that spot.

they smile against your neck as they begin to bite down. you whimper and reach for their hair. it’s soft and you think it’s silly that’s what you settled on. as you grab a handful, you pull and you feel them moan against you. they pull away from your neck before they lean in again softly and place a kiss on your lips.

you pull away in the darkness, pushing against their chest. “get the fuck off of me, y-you.. you creep!” backing away on the bed, you place a small distance between you and the stranger in your bed. even in the middle of the night, the moonlight from your window illuminates half of the room. unfortunately for you, they were too far back on the bed and the light barely hit them.

“get out.” you affirm. terrified, you await their answer. they chuckle at your words but stop when they realize you’re serious. “oh. oh you really are serious? as if you weren’t enjoying yourself a few minutes earlier?” they creep closer to you and close the big gap. you whimper in fear but finally make out the details of their face.

their voice really did match their face. woah. hey, stop! this is a creep and you are not supposed to be attracted to them.

“kiss me and i’ll leave babe.” you stare in confusion to their request. pondering, you come to the conclusion that what they’re asking for could be worse. much worse.

“you know what, fine. then you get the fuck out of my house.”

“uh uh uh, a real kiss. no pecking.” they continued.

you know what, fine. they want a real kiss, you’ll give them one. you slam your lips into them angrily and kiss them for a few seconds longer than you’d like. their hands settle on your hip and they lift you on top of them. you straddle their lap, before you remembered this is a literally stranger. pulling away with a gasp and conflicted, your thoughts begin to betray you.

how long has it been since someone actually wanted you in bed?

how bad could it be if this stranger slept with you? they just wanted a kiss, and they’re definitely kinder than the people you meet at the club.

you know, another kiss couldn’t hurt.

you sigh frustrated before you look back at the person you had your arms around and the person you just kissed. “what’cha thinking about baby?”

how you’re a creep. or how nice it’d be to finally have someone to fix the ache between your legs. “you want to fuck me?” they look up at you completely helpless. “please baby, maybe just another kiss instead?” they beg.

fuck it, you meet their lips again in a much nicer manner and this time you relax into the kiss. breaking away, a small string of saliva connects you two. “look who’s got manners now? so sweet baby,” they speak.

“that was 2 kisses. now get the fuck out,” you hiss as you get off of them. they smirk before standing up and following you to the door. you open your room door, and lead them to your front door and watch them walk out.

“i’ll be back if you change your mind baby,” they taunt before you slam the door in their face.

walking back to your room, you fall down onto the mattress. you couldn’t even be bothered to close the bedroom door or move the curtains to make the room darker.

—

gasping for air, you shoot up in your bed. eyeing the clock, 10:03. sweat beads down your forehead, messy hair sticks to you. you quickly eye your room door and see it’s closed. thank god. it was just a dream.

you fall back into the pillows on your bed, sighing with relief. turning to your side, you look on the far side of the bed and see a small piece of paper. that’s weird.. i don’t remember falling asleep with paper there. grabbing it, you study it closer before your stomach drops.

—

my number, in case you change your mind baby

xxx-xxx-xxxx

a/n: this was much longer than i meant for it to be.. :P

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n

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karikarasuno · 2 days ago

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part eight | part nine | wc: 4.4k | semi-public oral sex (again but this time m!receiving)

“I got somethin’ that belongs to you.” Ace hears Marco say from where he’s crouched behind the DJ booth fixing some wiring for Usopp. But before he can stand his hat lands on the ground beside him.

“It’s bad manners throwin’ a man’s hat on the floor,” Ace chides as he plucks it from where it sits and dusts it off. It takes him a second to remember where he left it, and when the memory hits him a blush that he has no control over settles across his cheeks. You make him feel so young. Which is an odd sensation for Ace since he’s never really known what it was like to be youthful. It’s one of the reasons he doesn’t go too hard on Luffy when he makes mistakes. It’s hard growing up when you’re not ready for it. He knows better than anyone else what that’s like.

But this is different. You excite him in a childlike way. Ace has never really had a crush before. It seems so juvenile to describe his feelings for you in that way. But it’s the only thing that makes sense to him.

“Whatever you were doin’ in the storage room was probably bad manners,” Marco responds, snapping Ace out of the memory of you.

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” he feigns ignorance. Better to play a fool then give away more than anyone needs to know.

“Right,” Marco scoffs with a shake of his head. Ace watches him think for a second. He knows Marco well enough to see that he has more to say, but he’s choosing his words carefully. It always worries Ace when he can see the gears turning in his head because it usually means whatever he has to say Ace isn’t gonna be too big a fan of.

“Tell me one thing,” he finally says, arms crossing over his chest as he meets Ace’s eyes intently. “This thing you got goin’ on, is it serious?”

Ace sighs. It falls heavily from his lips as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Why is everyone so pressed about my love life?”

“Well for one, I’m nosey,” Marco says casually with a small knowing smile playing on his lips. “And y’know, we just want what’s best for ya.”

Ace has to suppress an eye roll. Agitation flares in his chest in an uncomfortable way. In a way he’s not entirely used to. “I’m a grown man capable of making my own decisions, but thanks for your concern.”

He turns away hoping that’s the end of the conversation because it’s one he’s not too keen on having. But his life doesn’t really work out in the ways that he wants it to.

“I never said you weren’t,” Marco argues, tone even and calm. Which annoys Ace even more. “I just worry about you, kid. I don’t wanna see you get hurt.”

“Why would you assume I’m gonna get hurt? I like her. This shit is new. Obviously we’re still figuring it out,” Ace huffs out. He can feel his blood pressure rise and a warmth that makes his skin crawl starts to take over.

“I’m just sayin’ ever since you came back you’ve been different,” Marco explains, throwing his hands up in surrender. “And I just wanna make sure you’re good. You don’t talk to me like you used to and I respect that. You’re a grown man after all,” he throws Ace’s words back in his face, “but that doesn’t mean I stopped carin’.”

Ace puts down his tools and tosses his hat on a nearby table. He doesn’t like talking about what happened in the city. He hasn’t talked to anyone about it actually. Besides Sabo, who was there.

“I’m sorry if I’ve been distant,” Ace says, shoulders sagging slightly. “It’s just…”

Sabo’s scar fills Ace’s mind. The weight of guilt bears down on him so intensely most days it’s difficult for Ace to pull air into his lungs. His sleep is restless. His dreams are haunting. It’s been years but the memories of that night have yet to fade. Sabo told him not to go to the underground fight, but they owed Ace money. Sabo said it was a set up, but in his youth Ace was a stubborn idiot. Prone to irrationality especially when he felt disrespected. Sabo would probably still have vision in his left eye if he didn’t protect him that night. The dumbass nearly took a bullet straight to the face for him. The shrapnel ended up bursting right in front of his face, though, when he pushed Ace out of the way.

Ace still hasn’t fully forgiven himself for it. It seems like tragedy follows him everywhere. Even when he tries to escape it.

“Yeah,” he says at last, “I think it is serious. With her.”

He finally looks up at Marco and he visibly softens. His eyes are glowing with a fondness that makes Ace almost uncomfortable. It could nearly be mistaken for pity. But Ace knows better.

“Good,” Marco nods resolutely. “Now Whitebeard can stop houndin’ me about it.”

“He isn’t,” Ace responds, taken aback by Whitebeard’s interest.

“It’s about time for Ace to settle down. The boy ain’t gon be young forever. And she seems like a sweet girl too,” Marco’s impression of Whitebeard is perfect. So perfect that Ace folds over with a laugh and covers his face with his hand. It’s nice to know that people care. It satisfies him in a way words can’t really describe.

“Guess I should probably take her out again then,” Ace smiles, his mind already drifting off to where he wants to take you. What he wants to do with you.

****

“Hello?” You answer on the first ring. Which strokes his ego more than he’d like to admit.

“Hey there, jailbird. How’s freedom tastin’?” He teases, grinning to himself as he holds his phone up to his ear.

“Will you ever let me live that down?” He hears you huff out a small laugh, which lights his chest up with affection. “Because if my memory serves me I’m not the only one who’s served time in this little group of ours.”

“Very true.”

“But to answer your question, freedom tastes sweet. Peachy,” you joke and he can hear how proud you are of yourself in the way you giggle. He finds it incredibly endearing the way you make yourself laugh.

“Glad to hear it because I got a question for you,” he says, leaning against his truck after he tosses his tools in the backseat.

“Should I be worried?” You ask hesitantly. Rightfully skeptical since everyone in this town always seems to be up to no good.

“Not at all,” he chuckles, “I was just wonderin’ if you were free tonight.”

“That depends. What do you have in mind?”

“You, me, and a drive-in movie,” he answers, giddy excitement rushing through him at the thought of spending more time with you.

“What is it with you and getting me alone in a truck?” You ask cheekily, and he can just see the smile you’re wearing through the phone. It’s fun. The little game of cat and mouse the two of you are playing. He especially enjoys when that game leads the two of you into dark corners. Where you typically let him have his way with you. Not that that’s his intention. For the most part.

“If I’m rememberin’ correctly that first time was all you,” he says, biting his bottom lip to keep the grin from splitting his face. He wishes he could see your face right now. He’s sure you’re rolling your eyes at him, but you still blush. You always do.

“I blame the free shots and adrenaline,” you deflect easily. “But to answer your original question, I am free tonight.”

“Perfect. I’ll pick you up at eight, then.”

Oddly enough, Ace is nervous. Like ‘sweaty palms and racing pulse’ nervous. And he doesn’t really know why, but as he gets closer to your house he feels himself grow restless. Fidgety. There’s a strange pressure he’s feeling. Like at any second he could fuck this up. He blames Marco for that. Their conversation this morning has created a shadow Ace can’t seem to get rid of. One that compounds every mistake he’s ever made. One that whispers to him that he’ll inevitably make another one and lose you too. But he’s aware that things with you are too new to mess up. You’re barely on your second date and he’s already overthinking this.

He takes a deep breath as he pulls into the short dirt road that leads to your house. You have your porch light on and he notices you added a few plants to the porch and a bench right beneath the window that looks into your kitchen. The sight is so distinctly you that Ace feels the breath he takes fill his lungs easier. And when he watches the way you excitedly walk through your front door his worries ease. The tightness that was previously in his chest travels down to his jeans though when you turn around to lock your door and he sees the way your shorts hug your ass. It’s concerning how attracted he is to you. How much of a distraction you’ve become for him.

He hops out the truck the closer you get. You’re also wearing a thin poncho that drapes over your shoulders and sways around your torso. You make the simplest things tantalizing. It’s really becoming a problem for him.

“New ride?” You ask, leaning up to kiss his cheek when you’re close enough. He feels his cheeks burn but he ignores it.

“No, just new to you,” he answers, slipping his hand into yours to lead you to the passenger side.

“It’s bigger than your usual truck,” you comment, stepping on the side rail when he opens the door for you to climb in.

“Figured it would be comfier to watch a movie in.” He grabs the seat belt and buckles you in. He feels your breath kiss his ear and goosebumps tickle his neck. Maybe it wasn’t the smartest idea to get this close to you if he’s planning on surviving the evening with you without making a move.

“That’s why you have the middle seat up?” He can see your sneaky smile from the corner of his eye as the seat belt clicks into place. When he glances at you, your eyes are bright. Tempting him. “For comfort.”

“I also got a blanket in the back if you get cold.” His fingers ghost over your bare thigh. He told himself he’d behave tonight. But when he looks at you he thinks you might have other plans.

“I’m sure I won’t need it given how hot you run.”

He chuckles. Flirting with you is so easy. Natural. “Sabo says I’m like a furnace. I usually can’t even stand wearin’ a shirt most days.”

“I’ve never seen you without one.” Your lips form a pout, one that punches him in the gut with the urge to kiss it right off of you. “Kinda unfair if you ask me.”

“Maybe later,” he leans in close, until your noses touch, “if you’re lucky.”

He hears you laugh softly as he steps away from the passenger seat and shuts your door. He bites down a smile of his own as he rounds the hood and his nerves, the ones that were trampling his lungs not too long ago, morph into something with wings. Something that makes him feel lighter than he ever has.

****

“So where exactly are we going?” You ask after about twenty minutes as he merges onto the highway.

“The closest drive-in is in Alabasta,” he answers. “Another ten minutes and we’ll be there.”

“I’ve never been.” You peer out the window and your hands fiddle with the ends of your poncho as you do. Maybe he’s not the only one who’s nervous. The idea of you sharing a feeling as benign as that makes his fingers itch to touch you. They spasm around the steering wheel. And he’s so distracted by the thought of you beneath his touch he almost misses the exit. He jerks into the right lane unexpectedly and your body flattens against the door. You let out a short yelp when your shoulder meets the window and when he finally straightens out the glare you give him sends a shiver of amusement down his spine.

“Sorry,” he says with a chuckle. “I should’ve warned you.”

“You think.” You slap his arm, but there’s no real power in your swing. He flinches anyway, releasing an exaggerated “ouch” until you smile at him.

“What movie are we even watching?” You cross your arms across your chest and straighten in your seat. Entirely too far away from him for his liking.

“I haven’t got a clue.” He only managed to check the times earlier before he called you. Not really giving a damn what was playing to begin with.

“Didn’t you check beforehand?” You ask, throwing your hands in the air.

“Wasn’t my priority at the time,” he answers, making a left into the movie lot.

“And what was?” Your brows furrow and your nose scrunches in a way that makes you look cuter than you have any business being.

“Gettin’ you alone in my truck, obviously.” He winks at you, rolling down his window to ask the attendant for two tickets. He hands them to you after he pays, thanking the young kid as he drives off. He finds a spot near the back in a patch of grass. It’s the only area where he has enough space to park this truck. But it’s also private. Intimate. It makes him feel like it really is just the two of you.

“So, I got popcorn, beer,” he reaches around to open the cooler that’s sitting on the floor of the backseat, “those seltzers Sabo says girls like.”

You chuckle when he pulls one out and gives it to you, snatching a beer for himself. “And sour gummies or peanut m&ms if you’re lookin’ for somethin’ sweet later.”

“I’ll actually take those m&ms now, please.”

“Ah, dessert first?” He tosses the box at you and it lands on your lap.

“Always.”

****

“How dark is your window tint?” The question rings as strange, random, when it falls from your lips. The movie is about half an hour in and you’ve managed to wiggle your way into the center seat, curling into his side.

“Dark enough for Garp to ticket me every time he catches me drivin’ it round town.” He eats a handful of popcorn as he eyes you skeptically. You fold your legs onto the seat, angling yourself so that your face tilts directly up to him. “Why?”

“Just wondering,” you shrug, inching closer to him. Your perfume fully invades his space. He swallows quickly. Anticipating a kiss. But your head drops to his shoulder and your hand wanders from your knee to his.

“I’ve been thinking,” your fingers skirt slowly up his inner thigh and even though he can’t feel your fingertips through the thick denim, his skin still chills beneath your attention. “I should return the favor for the other night.”

“What night?” He asks absentmindedly. Your hand is distracting as it creeps closer to the zipper of his jeans.

“Ace,” you say firmly yet with a wistfulness that makes his heart stutter. You avert your gaze from your hand and look at him. Your hand pauses on his upper thigh and he already feels himself stir in his pants. It’s a little quicker than he’s used to but he really can’t help it. “I can’t get you out of my head.”

Your words ghost across his lips. His brain buffers. Your fingers curve around his belt buckle. “Can I…?”

“Can you what?” He wants to push you. He needs to hear you actually ask for it. He sets down the bag of popcorn somewhere at his side. His mind solely focused on the insinuation of your words. He knows what you want to ask but even if he didn’t he’d probably say yes. He struggles foreseeing an outcome where he doesn’t say yes to you.

“Can I… taste you?” Your voice is quiet, sincere. Hesitant. His hand caresses your cheek and pulls you closer. Practically kissing you when he asks “where?”

You tug on his belt, the buckle clattering when it loosens around his hips. You fit your lips to his and he’s tense. His whole body is wound up tight. Painful. It’s taking every ounce of restraint he has not to pounce on you like an animal.

“I was thinking here.” You pop the button on his jeans and pull the zipper down. Your fingers slip into his pants until you’re cupping his erection. He’s impossibly hard at this point. He’s been craving you ever since your stint in the storage closet. He’s stroked his cock to the thought of you coming on his tongue more times than he can count in the last few days. In the morning before he even opens his eyes. In the shower after a long day.

“Only if you want me to,” you whisper, your lips stretching against his in what he knows is a smile. One that suggests you already know his answer.

“I would want nothin’ more than to feel your pretty lips wrapped around my cock.” You gasp. Your lips part and your fingers tighten around his shaft. His groan rumbles in his chest from the pressure of your hand.

“Jesus, Ace,” you sigh, smearing your lips across his cheek until your face rests in the crook of his neck. Your hand softly strokes him, but the way your palm digs into him has him leaking. He wants you so terribly he’s surprised he isn’t shaking from his self control. “You really just say anything.”

He chuckles darkly, breathlessly, as his head falls back on to the headrest. It allows you to drag your lips down his neck. Pressing tender kisses down his collarbone until your teeth graze the collar of his shirt.

“Would you prefer it if I shut up?” He jokes, but the words hold too much air to be heavy. To hold any real weight because you shift further away from him. And he’d be bothered over the distance, but not when you pepper kisses down his torso. He can feel the heat of each one burn through the fabric of his top. He twitches in your grasp.

“No,” you say once you reach the waistband of his jeans, working them gently down until he’s finally exposed to you, “I like hearing you.”

Ace’s inhale gets caught somewhere between his lungs and throat. Your lips wrap around his head and the warmth of your mouth has his hips flexing. Itching to move. But he keeps them still as your tongue slips from between your lips. Wetting him. Exploring him.

“Fuck, ok.” He doesn’t know what to do with his hands. He wants to touch you but he can’t bring himself to cross that line because once his hands are on you he’ll be too tempted to pull you off of him. To push you down onto your back and beg you to let him fuck you. There’s more space in this truck for him to feel you the way he wants. The way he cannot stop imagining.

You hum around his dick as you sink down and swallow. One of his hands shoots out to grip the steering wheel. He can’t breathe. Especially when you start bobbing your head and fisting him as your spit leaks from your lips, soaking him. He’s having a tough time connecting his imagination to his reality. You’ve been the subject of his fantasies the moment he watched you for the first time on the dance floor at Whitebeard’s. He’s never needed anyone as badly as he needs you.

The audio from the movie warbles through his speakers and through his ears. He can’t focus on it or the scene playing out in front of him. Not when his vision blurs and sound is muffled by how heavy and dense his breaths are.

You pop off of him briefly, your free hand clutching his thigh. His cock glistens in the minimal light that filters through his windshield. And when you angle your face to lick up the length of him, he catches the way your chin shines as well. Salacious. Beautiful.

God, he can’t stand it. His hand finds the back of your neck once you start sucking again. And you moan. It’s more of a whine as it crawls up your throat and travels down to his base.

“Shit, that feels…” His words die in his throat as his grip tightens involuntarily and another small noise catches in your throat.

“You like that?” His pulse is racing and his heart thuds recklessly in his chest. You surprise him. Every time he tries to be tender, sweet, gentle with you you ask for more. Something rougher. Harsher. The realization alone makes his stomach dip low with pleasure. With a heat he cannot control.

Your nod is enough of an answer for him. He holds you tighter as your movements pick up the pace. He’s gonna come. You’re gonna make him come and his restraint frays at the edges. His hips jolt, forcing him further into your mouth. He hits the back of your throat and you gag around him, but you don’t stop. It’s becoming too much. He’s suffocating.

“That’s it,” he groans. His abs tense as his orgasm builds aggressively in his gut. “Fuck, baby, m’gonna-“

His words are stolen from him. His warning barely tumbles from his lips as he finishes inside your mouth. He has to smother his moan into his shoulder in an attempt to quiet the sound. It's difficult though when you swallow down his release eagerly. Your hand is still pumping him until he’s drained. Sensitive.

When you pull back, the first thing he notices is how smudged your mascara is beneath your eyes. And your eyes glow with unshed tears. Your lips are swollen and even though he’s still reeling, it doesn’t stop the urge he has to kiss you. And you must notice the way his eyes cling to the sight because you part them to reveal the last traces of his cum pooling on your tongue.

“You’re tryin’ to give me a heart attack, aren’t you?” But he doesn’t actually give you a chance to answer because he’s already pulling you into him. Kissing you. Tasting himself on your tongue yet he still tastes the sweet remnants of your lip gloss.

Ace nearly tugs you into his lap. Already ready for another go. This time for you. To make you feel as good as you just made him feel. But you push away from him. He doesn’t wanna let you go, but your hands are firm as they press you away from his chest.

“Let’s finish the movie,” you say, breathing hard but smiling at him. So much fonder than he expects for the moment you just had.

“I’ve already seen it,” he replies, reaching for you again.

“Yeah, but I haven’t,” you laugh and swat his hands away.

“You missed half of it,” he argues, watching as you twist to grab the blanket in his back seat.

“Then catch me up,” you say, unfolding the blanket to cover your laps. Beneath the blanket your hands tuck him back into his pants before you turn your attention back to the screen. Even going as far as turning the volume up in an attempt to tune out his retorts. “Now pass me the popcorn.”

Ace, no matter how hard he tries, cannot wipe the grin off his face for the rest of the night. And you don’t help his case either. Your walls are completely down and he thought he knew you before, but now he realizes how silly you can be. How chatty you are. He explained the movie to you but it ended up being pointless with you just talking through the ending. He didn’t mind though. You settle him in an oddly familiar way. He can’t quite put his finger on why that is, but he’d be stupid to question it. To overthink it to death. To make it out to be something that it’s not.

“I had fun tonight,” you say as he drives up to your house. “Thanks for inviting me out.”

“No need to thank me,” he shakes his head, parking a few feet from your porch steps. It’s dark out and even though your porch is illuminated, he still decides to walk you to your door. Like a gentleman.

“I’m serious.” He meets you on the passenger side and extends his hand to help you jump out. “We should do this again sometime. And maybe get out of the car next time.”

“I should be able to make that happen,” he says, intertwining your fingers as you lead him to your front door. He won’t ask to see you tomorrow, afraid that it will be too forward, but that doesn’t stop him from spinning you towards him once you reach your door. Pressing your body to his in the hopes that this won’t be the last time he touches you tonight. “Before that, though, you should invite me in.”

“No way,” you laugh and try to wiggle away from him, but his hold on you tightens. “Not tonight.”

“That doesn’t seem fair. I owe you one.” He almost tacks on a please for good measure. Ace isn’t above begging. Especially if it leads to him between your legs again.

“I can handle that for tonight.” You manage to wedge some space between your bodies, skipping heedlessly away from him.

“Ugh, don’t tell me that.” His head falls forward in distress. Now all he can imagine is you alone in bed. Fingers nestled between your thighs and hopefully his name dripping candied from your tongue.

“Tomorrow we’re meeting at Sanji’s for some breakfast,” you change the subject swiftly, twisting your key in the lock. “If you’d like to join us.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” He loops a finger into one of the holes on your poncho. When he goes in for a kiss, you meet him halfway. He intends for it to be longer, more persuasive than it is. But your intentions are innocent. Your lips press to his warmly, romantic.

“8:30,” you smile a breath away from his lips. “Don’t be late.”

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threegoldfish · 8 hours ago

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Steven has never had the opportunity to ever go through that kind of conversation - to face someone who listens with such intent, just to offer words in return that... that, well, give Steven so much more than he thought words ever could. He's never gone to therapy before, never thought he'd need it - if anything he'd considered to go to a GP perhaps, to try and let them figure out why he's doing the sleep-walk thing - but now that he's here, even though he cannot remember how and when he'd ended up inside this psychiatric hospital... he realizes that therapy might be the right thing for him.

He's never felt so seen, so heard; While he's not sure how much of the whole topic really connects to his being-up-at-night-issue, he supposes that, maybe, one thing could led to another, in a way he's unable to see just yet.

He's got social anxiety, apparently, and... that makes sense. Steven's not really read about anything in that regard, or other mental illnesses... but the more they talk, the more Doctor Harrow offers insight into what might be Steven's psyche, the more it makes sense, as said. The more he's able to agree, to see that this might be something, yeah, that... that stuff is going on there.

Perhaps Steven isn't stupid, isn't a hopeless case, a weirdo - maybe he's got social anxiety. Maybe he speaks French while everyone else speaks English. Maybe he just needs to figure himself out a bit better, maybe he needs to work with this - face his social anxiety, whatever else there could be, and maybe it could also offer an explanation to why he sleep-walks and why he oftentimes seems to just... wake up at random places, doesn't remember what had happened before, experiencing blackouts.

Maybe he also just needs to find the right people to connect with - others that speak French rather than English. ...Maybe Marc could be one of them. Maybe he is speaking a bit of French, at least?

A hum, a dark gaze flicking over to that little succulent as well, taking in the sight of it. A few moments pass in which he doesn't say anything; A lot of thoughts race inside Steven's mind, ping-ponging from one side to the other, and it's a little overwhelming, really. But it's also very... eye-opening. Causes him to feel a bit in awe, almost, about... everything.

"!---Y'know, doctor Harrow..." A breath is being taken before Steven's gaze trails back to meet the other's own, expression still very open and vulnerable, anxious, but also... a bit more at ease. "I think... I think I've never... talked to anyone like this. Like, ever. I think no one has said so many things to me, and... gave me so much to think about. I never considered anything of that to be the case - or to even exist - and... it feels... it feels--- good, really, to... to know that someone understands what I feel. Why I might be doing things the way I do."

A swallow, with Steven smiling after another second passes - not as bubbly and giggly as usual, much more soft, but nevertheless sincere and heartfelt.

"Maybe... Maybe I can actually connect to Marc. Y'know, his reply was... nice. A little short, but... I think it read very friendly, and... as if he's looking forward to hearing from me again!" A nod, with that smile widening a bit, hands folding on Steven's chest as he sits a bit more upright. "---I was already worrying about being too much, or... to mess it up. But... maybe that's just a feeling and not a fact? Y-you said that, yes, that... that feelings aren't necessarily facts. And... well, if I try to see this from a very, uhm, not-feeling-perspective, I... I don't think Marc has written anything that would indicate that he's annoyed by me. Which means I'm just afraid that it could possibly happen, but there's no proof of it having happened!"

Whether Steven will be able to always decipher his feelings from an actual fact, he doesn't know. But having Marc as an example here helps him to use his newly gained knowledge - the advice he's been given - and put it into action, so to speak. Maybe he can hold onto it a bit better from now on, also do the same when he's in the community room doing puzzles.

"---Thank you." Another inhale, a series of tiny nods, dark eyes on that succulent again. "I'm... not sure I'd be able to see all of this, hadn't I... ended up in here. Maybe... maybe I need the help, yeah. Like, more help than just... for the sleep-walking thing." A hum, a shrug. "Maybe it's all connected, in a way. Maybe I'm not, like, dense or something - maybe there's just more going on. Anxiety. French. Yeah."

...

---A sudden chuckle, amused, with Steven's brows rising as his attention is back on Harrow, accompanied by a finger pointing at himself.

"I speak French, by the way. Like, fluently. ---Je ne l'ai pas parlé depuis un certain temps, mais je pense que je m'en sors plutôt bien quand il s'agit de ça, non ? ...Oh gosh, that feels odd! No one ever wants me to speak French; I do own a collection of French poems, so... there's that, at least. Read them all."

Arthur nodded as Steven spoke, just enough to let the man know he was truly listening to him. He wanted the silence to be warm, comforting; it was something that was a necessity. Listening was always a necessity.

His fingers tapped against the edge of his notebook for a moment, before stilling again. “It’s very common for people who struggle with small talk to also feel like they’re… fundamentally incompatible with others. Like there’s something wrong with you, or something that’s ‘off’. Misaligned. But… Steven, I would like you to imagine this for me.”

He shifted back just slightly, leaning comfortably in his chair. There was a reason to it, of course - leaning back gave Steven space, and made it feel less like Steven had to believe him without question.

“Imagine that you speak French,” he offered. “Fluently. Beautifully. But almost everyone around you speaks English. You try to connect with them in French - and it is passionate, it is earnest - but they don’t understand. They decide not to respond. And eventually, sure, they’d drift away.” He stayed holding Steven’s gaze, gently. “It would be very easy for you to think that something is just wrong with you. Maybe that your voice is off-putting, or the sound of your words annoys people. But the truth is… you were just speaking in a different language. One that fewer people are fluent in.”

He inhaled softly, leaning back in, hands folded gently on the desk. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with how you try to connect. I think you’ve been surrounded by people who don’t know how to respond, or don’t really want to learn. And when that happens enough, you probably do feel unreachable. That it’s not the language, it’s the speaker. But that’s just a lie that you’re telling yourself. It’s a very convincing one - but it’s still just a lie.”

He adjusted his seating just a bit, briefly letting his eyes flick to the little succulent as if it had something to say with that.

“You mentioned something else that I’d like to come back to,” he continued. “The idea that, even if people don’t initially dislike you, the lack of connection will eventually lead to disliking. That belief is something I hear often from people with social anxiety. It’s not about being afraid of rejection, it’s about anticipating it as inevitable. Like the clock is always ticking, and you have to stay ahead before you get rejected. I want to acknowledge how exhausting that has to be.”

His tone didn’t waver. It was still calm, still professional; but there was an unmistakable note of sadness in his face.

“I don’t want to sit here and lie to you, Steven. Not everyone will understand you. Not everyone will make an effort to learn your language. But the ones who do are going to be very lucky. They’re going to meet someone kind, thoughtful, deeply intelligent. They’ll find someone who listens, who cares, who wants to share his knowledge - they’re going to be very lucky to have that. I think Marc knows that he’s lucky to have a person like that talking to him - you’re going to be a very good friend for him.”

He smiled just barely, genuine warmth in his face even as his eyes were still tired. “Over the next few days, as well, I’d like you to try something. Anytime you feel the urge to pull away, I want you to ask yourself if it’s fact - or feeling. If someone tells you that they don’t want to work on a puzzle with you, then that’s a fact. But if you’re just worrying about it, then it’s feeling. And even though feelings aren’t always wrong, they’re not always facts, either.

“I want you to start testing your emotions. Start pushing them, do things that might lead to discomfort. And if it ever gets too heavy, then I want you to bring it to me. That’s what this space is here for - think of me as someone you can fall back on.”

#preemptivejustice #threads & interactions; steven grant #Queue;#(Steven is so in awe ;_; also this is so good for him. all of this is so so good for him)#(and theres more food for harrow >:3c bc steven indeed speaks french hehe)#(i somewhat think you chose french on purpose so it could be picked up yes? ehehehe)#(very nice!)

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wonfie · 3 days ago

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MUTUALLY BENEFICIAL ⭑ sjy

　　　　　 🪉　　𝗃𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒

𓈒𓈒 fakeboyf!jake ✶ f!rea 828─── >ᯅ< mutual pining fake dating brief&light jealousy

you meet jake sim in the most cliché way possible: on a thursday afternoon, in a half-crowded café, muttering to yourself about how much you want to throttle your ex. not because you still love him, but because he’s telling people you’re “still not over him”—as if you didn’t spend most of your relationship babysitting his ego.

you’re ranting to your best friend when a guy slides into the booth behind you, coffee in hand, and says, “you need a fake boyfriend.”

you turn, ready to snap at some smug stranger… and stop short.

it’s jake sim.

the jake sim—filthy rich, stupidly handsome, and probably the only guy on campus who could buy the whole school if he felt like it. he has a face that belongs in cologne ads and the easy confidence of someone who’s never heard the word no. everyone knows of him, but no one really knows him.

“excuse me?” you blink.

“you heard me,” he says, like this is a normal conversation. “you need a fake boyfriend, and i need a fake girlfriend. mutually beneficial.”

“…are you serious?”

he nods, like it’s a business deal. “i’m on thin ice with my parents. they think i’m wasting my life being single. but if they think i’m in a serious relationship with a grounded, responsible person—” he eyes you pointedly, “—they’ll back off.”

you stare at him.

“i’ll pay for everything,” he adds. “dinners, outfits, public appearances. you just have to pretend you like me.”

you snort. “so basically… you want me to act like i’m obsessed with you?”

his grin widens. “shouldn’t be that hard.”

you should say no. you should laugh him off. but then your phone buzzes—your ex again—and you think about how much you’d love to wipe that smug look off his face.

“…fine,” you mutter. “you’ve got yourself a girlfriend, sim.”

things escalate quickly.

jake doesn’t do anything halfway. the next day, there’s a designer bag on your doorstep with an outfit for your “debut date”—a dress you could never afford in your life and heels that make your legs look unfairly good.

he picks you up in a matte black car that looks like it belongs in a spy movie, and you swear the valet at the restaurant bows when jake tosses him the keys.

he’s all charm during dinner. holds your hand across the table. brushes your hair behind your ear when he leans in to whisper something just for you. people stare. they believe it.

so do you, for a second, when he helps you into your coat and murmurs, “you looked beautiful tonight,” too low for anyone else to hear.

you’re not sure when the pretending starts to blur.

maybe it’s the third date, when you go to a gala and he introduces you to his parents as “the person who makes me want to come home early.”

maybe it’s the night you both end up on his couch, laughing over wine, your head in his lap, and his fingers absentmindedly playing with your hair like it’s just… natural.

maybe it’s the moment he gets a call from his mom and tells her, “she’s here with me, actually. yeah, she’s asleep. we stayed up late talking.”

you weren’t asleep. just pretending to be.

you don’t say anything.

you start doing couple things without thinking.

he keeps snacks in his kitchen he knows you like. you fix the collar of his shirt when it’s crooked. he starts driving you to class. you bring him coffee on exam days.

“we’re good at this,” he jokes one night, scrolling through your fake relationship posts. he’s lying on your bed like he belongs there, hoodie pushed up, hair messy.

“too good,” you mutter.

he pauses. “do you ever forget we’re faking it?”

you don’t answer.

because yes. yes, you do. especially when he leans over and kisses your forehead before leaving. especially when he looks at you like you’re the only thing in the room.

it all comes to a head at a party.

his ex is there—gorgeous, smug, perfectly poised. she leans into jake like she wants to reclaim what’s hers, and something inside you burns.

so you kiss him.

you don’t think, don’t plan, don’t even care who’s watching. you just grab the front of his shirt and pull him down and press your mouth to his like you mean it.

because maybe you do.

and when you pull away, breathless, his hands are still around your waist and his eyes are wide.

“we need to talk,” he says, voice low.

“about what?”

“about how that didn’t feel fake at all.”

he kisses you again in the car. no audience. no cameras. just him and you and months of pent-up feelings spilling over.

“i think i like you,” he murmurs into your mouth. “for real.”

you laugh, fingers sliding into his hair.

“thank god,” you whisper. “because i’ve been in love with you this whole time.”

#⠀ ⠀ ★ᴅᴀʏ夢 ❜ㅤㅤ #enhypen #enhypen jake #sim jaeyun #sim jake #jake #jake fluff

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myjjongie · 2 days ago

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THREE .ᐟ ── my little tsundere

SYNOPSIS: another casual grueling day at your job lands you to reunite with jake sim—your hallway crush who moved away in high school. not wanting to hope for more from the chance encounter, you end up being paired with jake for a semester-long project. knowing deep down things will never happen, your only goal is to be friends with jake. while on the other hand, you haven't left jake's mind since he moved away.

word count; 611

“hi welcome in!” you chimed hearing the opening of the cafe door.

too busy dealing with something at the register, you didn’t look up to correctly greet the customer. you could faintly hear low mumbling from the customer—sounding as if they didn’t know what to get. finishing up the minor task at hand, you raised your head to truly greet the customer.

yet not the usual “did you need some help” or anything of the sort came out. in truth you were shocked. the person standing at the counter was familiar, like you had seen his face somewhere before.

then it hit you, you know this face. you’ve come to find yourself staring at him in the hallways, across the cafeteria hall, and even in your classroom.

it was jake sim.

but what was he doing here? you haven’t seen or heard of him since your second year of high school. before you could even think, you were already speaking.

“jake?!” your voice came off surprised.

“yeah?” he let out that soft laugh you always adored hearing.

“what are you doing here? haven’t seen you since high school.” you could feel yourself stiffen from awkwardness. unsure of how to go about the convo.

“i just moved back from australia for the new term.”

“oh! so you went to australia! that’s so cool!” as you kept speaking you felt your voice get higher.

jake let out a small laugh, finding your reaction cute as well as amusing. yet too you, you felt like you wanted to die right then and there.

“so what did you wanna get?” letting out a awkward laugh, trembling hands finding its way to the register screen.

“i was trying to see what drink is sweetest. but honestly i might just get my friend whatever, he didn’t specify. you know?”

you awkwardly laughed once more. “no yeah! totally get that! if anything i recommend the strawberry and banana float!” at this point you felt like you were saying whatever. hoping it would end the interaction sooner than later.

“yeah that sounds pretty good. i’ll get that then! and can you add on three iced americanos?” once jake confirmed his order he pulled out his card to pay.

“of course! okay so your total is twenty seventy-five.” retrieving his card to help finish off the payment.

“wait the americanos were four bucks?” jake was surprised by the insane price difference.

“yeah. one of the reasons i like working here. the coffee is so much more affordable.” you let off a quiet laugh turning around to get started on his drinks.

once facing the espresso bar did you truly want to just smack your head against it. through out the whole conversation you felt like one big idiot. did jake even remember you? you never gave him your name, and you sure as hell weren’t going to give it to him now.

you soon finished the four drinks in the span of 3 minutes when it would’ve taken you twice as long, or if not even more. in truth you really wanted jake out of the cafe, feeling far too embarrassed to try and keep up the casual conversation.

“okay here you go!” forcing out a customer service smile.

“wow that was really quick!” jake felt truly impressed by your quick work.

“haha. yeah. well see you around.” you faintly smiled toward jake, hoping he’d let this be it—allowing you to wallow in embarrassment.

“thank you again! i’ll see you around!” jake beamed a smile you oddly seemed to miss.

as jake turned away to leave, you immediately ducked behind the espresso bar. mentally cursing at yourself in the process.

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evie's note: okay some people know. but this shit actually happened to me. like obviously it’s changed A LOT. but a guy i did like in HS pulled up to my job at random. like shout out to him cause we wouldn’t have this smau tbh

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sanotymanjiro · 1 day ago

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𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 ࣪𖤐⋆.˚

𝙨𝙪𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙩𝙤

𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩

'atsuta' means summer festival, tribute to the upcoming summer, fluff, fem!reader, suo hayato as a fifteen year old, mentions of bullying, mentions of group bullying, fake friendships, kissing, insecurity

🎆ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

it was the busiest time of the year, summer, the season of tourism. your friends had invited you to the atsuta festival and you werent really one to refuse a bit of fun so you had ended up digging up your grandmothers yakuta and sliding it on, adding some light makeup to match the colours of your attire.

'you've never been kissed before y/n?!'

y/n: uhh..well no not really..

'oh my god are you serious? that's insane.'

y/n: is it that big a deal? i mean were still fifteen...

'still?! y/n, lovely, do we need to tell you, "you're a big girl" for you to act like one? such a joke.'

their collective laughter was enough to make your stomach drop. your friends weren't the nicest girls in the world but they were the only ones willing to take you in, even if it was just to be the butt of all their cruel jokes.

y/n: ...i still think were too young to be..

there was no point in trying to defend yourself anymore because the boys had shown up and so the girls were no longer giving you their wicked, mocking glances, no longer barking out laughter as they were a second ago, but speaking an octave higher than they would usually and throwing smiles around. you decided to spare yourself before they could point out the lack of a male companion beside you because you knew that if you stayed, they would mock pity you as usual, pretend to care, just to look better in front of their boyfriends.

y/n: ...gonna go toilet real quick.

just a few dissatisfied glances were all you got. no actual response but you got the message, they wanted you gone. you hadn't really been paying any attention to where you were going, eyes glued to your feet blurred over with tears that weren't supposed to be there, from girls that weren't supposed to matter. yet every word, every glance, every mocking laugh echoed inside your head and you couldn't hear anything else.

your feet only stop once you reach the end of the footpath you were on, right near the top of the small mountain, the world like your personal jigsaw mapped out below you. a small bench invited you over so you sat to rest your feet, skin between your toes puffy and red from the strap of your sandal, stinging with every movement.

just as you were wiping your tears your head snaps up at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, one so soft it didn't sound like it was directed at you, because you weren't used to that kind of tone.

suo: can i sit here?

y/n: huh...?

you stared stupidly. the first thing that struck you as odd was the eyepatch, why would he need one of those? then it was the earrings, it wasn't uncommon for guys to wear earrings but this boy gave off a different kind of vibe to the ones who usually wore them. it took you a full blown minute and the boy to raise a hand to gesture to the large space of bench left beside you for you to finally muster up a response.

y/n: o-oh...yeh.

you really were pathetic, and bad at interacting with strangers too. you felt unnecessarily awkward despite the boy paying the tension no mind, soft smile never fading, eyes glued to the sky waiting for the next show. you let out a silent sigh, sniffling slightly as you wiped the rest of your tears.

suo: who cries on a festive night?

y/n: ...what?

you felt your breath hitch as the boy shifted round, giving you his attention. it honestly was not something you were used to, having one's undivided attention, that was usually reserved for pretty or popular girls like the ones you hung with, so the maroon eyes boring into yours, distant yet inviting led to you spilling your heart out to a boy you didn't even know.

suo: i see...so you've never been kissed before...

y/n, sniffling softly: yeh...i haven't.

suo: ...then how about i change that?

your eyes widened, brain short-circuited, and yet suo hayato stared at you as if it was the most normal thing in the world, offering to kiss a stranger, for the first time at that. your cheeks burnt and your palms suddenly felt like they were holding onto a ball of fire, throat forgetting about the water you had chugged before coming here. just as you were about to stammer out a response, suo moved. the fireworks began to erupt behind you but the loud bangs fell on deaf ears as suo's hands cradled your face, eyes poured into yours as if asking for permission and when your lips parted slightly accidentally, you gave him that.

at first you felt weird, unnatural. your heart was hammering too hard and too fast that it kind of scared you but soon that faded into a slower pulse, a warm feeling seeping into your veins and pumping around your whole body. it was soft, gentle, not like the kiss scenes you always saw in movies where the characters would be blinded by lust, it was innocent, it was you. suo finally pulled back enough just to look down into your eyes, his own filled with such a tender gaze as if the two of you weren't complete strangers. you were a blushing, panting mess but suo couldn't help but find your expression cute, his hands brushing your hair gently.

suo, smiling as if nothing happened: so, did you enjoy the fireworks?

and life went back to normal, except this time, you had one friend instead of ten. one loyal, honest and loving friend, maybe a little too loving...

2025 @sanotymanjiro

anyone else free to read!

image source ⬇️ @squish--squash

#anime and manga #anime #wind breaker #suo hayato #suo fluff #soft #suo x reader #my dividers #my fics #divs by sanotymanjiro

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redux-iterum · 22 hours ago

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Can we have some fun facts about Whitestorm, Redtail, Speckletail, or Bouldernose? I really like their characters and seeing as most are gone, and Bouldernose isn’t likely to get more screen time, I thought now would be a good time to ask. If you don’t want to that’s a-okay!

I really do appreciate the effort, complexity, and life that you poured into these characters! All of them seem like their own person with goals that I would be willing to read a book about!

Thank you for the kind words! Let me see...

Whitecloud has never once wanted to be in charge of anything, but he was very aware of how good he was at being a leader. And what sort of fool would he be not to utilize those skills with an apprentice or an entire Clan? He would've been content never making it to even deputyhood, honestly, but ThunderClan needed him more than ever, so by golly was he willing to step up.

As a side note, he never raised his voice. He spoke mostly in a quiet, lax rasp that was somehow nonetheless easy to hear. Yelling at Fireheart to escape with Cinderpaw was the first time in years he had actually shouted, and it hurt his throat when he did it.

Redtail, I've always imagined to be pretty short for a ThunderClanner, as well as long-bodied and long-tailed. He was compared as a kit and apprentice to a weasel more than once. Not that that really bothered him. He was good at rolling with jokes and comments that would've thrown anyone else off.

Another side note: his body made it down the river all the way past RiverClan territory, was picked up by an unusually kind human when he snagged on a fallen tree close to shore, and buried on that human's property that the river ran alongside. Thankfully, he rests in a small grove, shadowed by trees. It did take him a second to find StarClan, given just how far away he was from the territories, but he was never at risk of becoming a wraith - he didn't know that Tigerclaw was the one to push him in, so he assumed it was a rogue and ran his way home, barely taking time to look around at his new surroundings and enjoy the view. He should have. It's a very pretty place.

As we've mentioned before on this blog, Speckletail's father was deputy before her, and likewise didn't make it to leadership. She is delighted and amused in StarClan that her son is deputy now too. Also immensely proud of him, but amused.

Speckletail herself had probably the most "buddy" relationship with her apprentice, Mousefur, when the two were training. Like, they didn't feel like a typical teacher and student. They felt like old friends with a few years' difference in age. They got along really well all throughout Mousepaw's apprenticeship. It likely led to Mousefur being as chill and practical as she is.

Finally, Bouldernose is good with kids. Shockingly good. He isn't allowed near the younger kittens (better safe than sorry with a newcomer tom), but apprentices and near-apprentices all like him greatly, and he likes them in return. He's also pretty good with making up stories as he's telling them, so when it's a rainy day or the kids are bored, they'll go to him and he'll whip up a tale about a cat with rabbit ears that whispered secrets to reeds. It's always weird random premises like that. The apprentices love it.

Final extra info! The Aulmir doesn't really allow for good tracking or use of one's nose thanks to the nasal cacophony that is the streets. Too many really strong scents to keep track of or identify. It overwhelmed him at times. Now that he's out in the wild, he can make very good use of his sharp senses (particularly his nose) and has a ball learning about all the new things he can smell and see out here. He's doing great, basically.

That's about all I got! I hope that sufficed.

#ask #anonymous #charred legacy ask #a kindling ask #bouldernose #speckletail #redtail #whitecloud #i speak

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alllgator-blood · 1 day ago

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I need to ask, because of it I CAN'T SLEEP AT NIGHT.

How do you make, not only long comics, but also VERY FAST. Like- I read one part that has 2/3 like pictures and then next day are again 2 or 3 and I'm like grabing my head and just screaming HOW??? (Also these comics are very yummy and I feel like getting stabbed after each one but in a good way cuz I like being stabbed (Kallamar got a bit too relatable in that one comic 💔))

THAT'S REALLY IMPRESSIVE AND ALSO SHOCKING FOR ME. Like- what is your secret??? 🤨🤨🤨

HAHAHA OH GOD I DID NOT THINK I WAS VERY FAST BUT- I'll try to do a list of tips I thought of off the top of my head, in case any of these help you or anyone else??? I try to not gatekeep anything I do because I think the world needs more comics honestly, so I tend to ramble a lot when giving advice.

click the read more to unleash many paragraphs of tips:

Okay these tips aren't 100% about being fast but also being efficient/keeping a good pace, I hope that's okay!

1: Originally the first tip was "draw every day even if only a little bit, so you don't lose steam" but I'm sure everyone has said that at some point. So I'll just say I Pavlov myself into drawing better by having little "rituals". Liiike...the only time I have energy drinks is when I draw. Or the only time I light candles is when I draw. I have specific songs I put on when I START drawing to get me into the Zone. I find that when certain circumstances are met, it helps the time fly by 'cause I stay focused enough to keep a steady pace. After a while of doing those things when you start drawing for the day, it tricks the brain into going "oh shit, we're drawing now? aight bet" and then you just. Go

2: SETTING DEADLINES FOR SURE HELPS. It's definitely nice hearing from people that there's no Real Pressure on me when I post comics...for free...of characters I have no obligation to draw...just for the enjoyment of doing it. BUT I work best when I have a fire lit under my ass, so I set deadlines like "I need to post this on saturday/sunday at noon so the algorithm will actually let people read this comic". I usually slip those into a description so it's a very casual announcement and I feel okay with postponing it if necessary, rather than making a text post like "NEW COMIC SATURDAY!!1" and then feeling terrible if I can't finish it in time. Lmao

3: I just fuckin GO when I make a draft. Like for this new comic I'm working on, I just sat down and started drawing like the world was gonna end; there's a lot of panels with very off model characters/wonky anatomy because I just wanted to sketch enough for future me to get the idea. I try not to look back on my progress for any reason besides continuity, because then I see how long the comic's getting and I sweat bullets. Literally so many comics have been ditched because I got spooked thinking about how hard it'd be to finish them. So if you just shut your brain off and don't think about the technicalities of it, just keeping mind the story you want to tell- it's SO much easier to complete. Breaking comics into parts is ABSOLUTELY necessary for completion :')

4: Maybe the most important piece of advice I learned from a published comic artist, is that people are gonna look at your comic panels for an average of like 10-20 seconds and will move on to the next. You don't wanna spend hours on a single panel that basically only exists to convey a tiny bit of the plot. So I like to draw just *enough* to convey the general environment/mood, but not feel obliged to put in a million little extra details. I really hate doing backgrounds but my art, to me, feels incomplete without them. So I'll add like PART of a room or a general Nature area just to say hey, this takes place in the temple/outside/whatever! As long as your story is engaging and the pacing is comfortable, I don't think people will mind (or notice) if you take shortcuts.

5: I listen to specific things to help maintain a good speed while not being distracting or understimulating. During the sketch stage, I usually have something slow/instrumental going so I can focus on the little movie that plays in my head and draw what I feel like a scene would look like. It also helps not distract me from what they're saying. For tasks like lining/coming up with color schemes/reworking dialogue, I have something more stimulating playing but not like distracting, so a video essay I've already watched or fast music I already heard a lot of times. THEN for the absolute fucking slog that is the coloring stage, I blast shitty breakcore or put on an actually interesting video so I can zone out while I click my mouse ten billion times to fill in all the colors >:)

Basically, comics are funny to me because it's like a frantic fucking race to the finish line before your motivation completely abandons you. There's been a few comics where I was ABSOLUTELY sick of even looking at them, I think it was specifically "in little ways, everything stays" where the comic itself is sweet and inoffensive but OMFG. I WAS SO TIRED OF DRAWING GRASS AND REWORKING DIALOGUE. KALLAMAR AND LESHY JUST HUG IT OUT ALREADY SO I CAN STOP DRAWING.

This post probably reads like "I HATE COMICS!! I HALF ASS THEM TO GET THROUGH!!" but I really do love making them and it's kinda the only thing I like doing nowadays, so the other aspect of why I get them done fast comparatively is just that it's what I spend all my free time doing. Some comics take weeks of me working on them daily to finish them, because working on them is my main coping skill rn so it always feels worth doing. I know it can't last forever so I try to just get as many stories as I can out before my circumstances change! Maybe don't be motivated by fear of the future though. Just do these because it's fun and people love reading your comics :') I KNOW I DO

In any case- here are the lines for the beginning of the new comic, I KNOW you love the funny squid so here's mine as a kid flexing on narinder for being able to summon his crown weapon:

#river rambles #this got very long.....#I have a lot to say about comics idfk

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lovejongseob · 2 days ago

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hii !! can u write a "idol!reader x jiung"?? u r so talented (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡ tysmm

-🍨.

Jiung x Idol Reader

Hiiii again 🍨 !! Awwww thank you so much !! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ Ty for requesting, I hope you enjoy !!

If you're ever having small or casual interactions on camera, Jiung excels at acting professional. He is exceptionally skilled in this, and experiences basically no issues here. While he does wish he didn't have to be so secretive, he knows you both love each other, and personally wouldn't want to do a lot of pda anyway. You aren't too surprised given how engrained media training is, but a small, small part of you is a little shocked at how easily he can somewhat split up his personality. All in all, this is a positive thing given your shared line of work.

If you happen to be in a professional situation where you interact a bit frequently, or need to be more friendly, he's still respectfully reserved, but a little warmer. Jiung is just a tad calculating, and would set up a dynamic where you two are cool in collaboration, but leave no room for shipping among fans. Very good at making crossover episode like atmospheres. It almost feels like someone got isekai'd there, fans don't really see value in romantic pairing, but it's entertaining nonetheless.

Jiung often wishes he could have more time to spend with you. However, he is used to, and respects, the busy schedules, events, touring, meetings, practicing, cameras, and too many things to count at once. He understands you two have to live separate lives to an extent. He loves you a lot in private, and holds those moments close to his heart. He adores you, everything you do, as well as his group and craft, its because of that he separates his work and intimate life so much.

That being said, he doesn't mind an overlap in talking about work. He even more so, is happy when discussing private music and lyrics, art not really made to be released. Jiung wonders a lot about what you're working on, he likes to actually hear it himself. Accidentally inspirational, he can turn the idea of what he thought you would make into a song. Loves hearing your thought process, and emotion behind what you make. Overjoyed when you listen to what he has to say about stuff has been putting effort into. A lot of thoughts he's excited to spill out, but he gets why you might just want to forget about all that for a second.

A lot of playlists based on you, he has has quite the complex, but very organized selection. He has ones with your music, other songs that remind him of you, playlists based on moments and things he loves about you, and even themed ones around specific eras or looks you've had. Jiung also has a playlist of all the covers he has of you, or has found, and a separate of his personal favorites. Would have one to fall asleep to.

Jiung tries to add whimsy and fun into your day with small gestures. Sends you pretty fanart and edits he see's of you, miscellaneous photos, lyrics or book quotes he thinks you'd like, or sometimes diabolical but amusing bursts of texts or images. When he gets time with you, he's trying to make you laugh, or help you relax. Genuinely holds a lot of admiration for your talent and the hard work you put in, he feels honored to be your boyfriend.

Bonus texts:

All found on Pinterest again

thank you sm for requesting again !! i hope you enjoy !! fr though i really hope p1h gets more time for themselves, i absolutely love all their content but fnc needs to give them breaks. always feel like im forgetting something oh my god i cant take it anymore. fuck it we schedule 🙏🙏

#jiung x reader #p1h x reader #p1harmony x reader #piwon x reader #kpop x reader #jiung fanfic #p1harmony fanfic #p1h fanfic #piwon fanfic #kpop fanfic

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b0y---t0y · 2 days ago

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PrettyBoy.Comᥫ᭡

Satoru Gojo x Sukuna Ryomen x Male Reader

Normal Highschool au

> Satoru and Reader are boyfriends who have a blog about their crush Sukuna. When Sukuna finds out about it he goes looking for the creeps to get them to shut it down even if it's harmless, but now they're asking him on a date to the movies??

"Don't post that.." Satoru said panicked taking the phone from your hands "What? Why??" You asked confused, "because posting about his outfit makes up seem like creeps" Satoru defended deleting your initial post about Sukuna's outfit even though it was just the regular school uniform. You deadpanned rolling your eyes "We have a whole blog about him, it's already creepy" He turned red "But he doesn't know about it..so its less creepy. It's kinda like our personal diary, just everyone can read it." you almost laughed at that "When you describe it like that we should just invest in a joint diary"

"You're right. Should we get a diary??"

"Maybe. But he's a second year, and like you said he doesn't know about it. I doubt he's gonna notice now."

"Yeah you're right"

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"I'm sorry??" Sukuna looked at Uraume wide eyed as if he was crazy.

"Yeah, there's some kind of blog about you called pretty boy.com . It's public, and definitely ran by more than one person."

"Its called what? Y'know what forget the name. When did this start?" Sukuna asked, how did he not know about this. A whole blog about him. Who started it, were they stalking him, how much did they actually know about him.

Uraume looked down at his phone "Maybe around the beginning of the year like a few months in. It mostly harmless most of its about how cool or handsome you are. These people must really admire you". Sukuna looked back at him and sighed. Fangirls what a hassle. He never had fan girls before. "When I get my hands on those girls they're going to be so scared to even have the slightest thought of me" Sukuna said fed up but Uraume just rolled his eyes "Stop. You're not putting your hands on girls who are harmless." Sukuna huffed.

"Do you know who started it?"

"No. But I'll ask around."

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"They're first years." Uraume started sitting down next to Sukuna in the lunch making the boy jump, "You need to stop doing that. Start announcing your presence" Sukuna stated. Uraume just nodded "I found out about the blog though, I asked around and its run by first years. No one would give me names though." Sukuna huffed he wanted to shut this blog down. "Well that narrows it down enough I'll ask, maybe I'll get some names" "Maybe you will"

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You ran to Satoru slamming your hands on his desk earning you a few looks but you ignore them "Code red he knows about the blog!" He looked up at you wide eyed "What?"

"He's asking around about our blog! He found out about it" You said shaking Satoru.

"You jinxed us! We need to shut it down and get a joint diary now!" Satoru accused pointing at you

"Calm down. He doesn't know it's us." You say trying to calm Satoru down "People are only say he knows about the blog. He is asking around for names though but no one gave any names to his friend so I doubt they'll give any to him "

"You don't know that! He maybe very handsome but people some people are afraid of him they'd probably rat us out just from a look"

You sighed "Then we'll just have to go to him."

"What?"

"We need to charm him! Look he's already looking for us this could be our opportunity we just need to charm him so good that he'll forget about the blog"

"Are you stupid thats not going to work!" Satoru chided

"You have no faith, it worked when I asked you out."

"You didn't have a blog about me."

"But I did charm you"

He huffed rolling his eyes annoyed at how right you were.

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"I got it!!" You exclaimed walking behind Satoru out of school, causing him to jump from your sudden exclamation. "Jesus! Can you not yell like that??" He said holding his hand over his heart.

"Calm down, now do you wanna hear my genius plan or not?"

He started at you before sighing causing you to grin "Good. We need to ask him to a movie."

"What?"

"We ask him out to a movie. A horror movie. It'll scare him so bad that he'll forget about the blog while he decides to cling onto us."

You smiled proudly while Satoru looked at you like you had grown a second head "That may be the dumbest idea you've ever had"

"What are you talking about? Its fool proof and a win win. He forgets about the blog and we have a romantic moment!"

"You're watching to many movies."

"You think that but you'll be proven wrong when it happens."

He scoffed "In your dreams."

You ruffled his hair "Nuh uh! You, me, and Sukuna Friday night! He'll be clinging onto us like a scared puppy. Just think about it"

"Oh I'm thinking about how crazy you are! Stop being delusional! He's gonna find us and kill us for the blog by tomorrow!"

"He'll be saying yes to a date with us by tomorrow!"

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Sukuna walked into school with a smile and Uraume raised an eyebrow "You look happy."

"I am. I found out the names. It took a while. But I did it"

"Who told you"

"Some guy. Walked up to him and he instantly said two name he even told me where to find them."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it was kinda pathetic."

"So what are you going to do now?"

"I'm gonna ask them to politely take down the blog" Sukuna declared.

"Really?" Uraume asked surprised

"No. I'm gonna kick the shit outta them, they're not harmless girls they're actually guys so it's fine"

Uraume sighed and Sukuna walked away with a satisfied smile "Where are you going?" Uraume asked "I'm going to get that blog taken down"

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Satoru looked at you a frown present on his face. You had actually got three tickets for a movie on Friday. "No we just have to find Sukuna and ask him out" You said a proud smile on your face. "No we don't, we just need to take down the site, get a joint diary, and probably get new identities."

"Stop being over dramatic, we just need to ask him out"

"And how are we gonna do that? We don't even know where he is."

"Then we'll just ask him at lunch or when we see him in the halls or something."

"Are Satoru Gojo and (Name) (Last name) here?"

You both turned to the door and your eyes widened, Sukuna Ryomen was standing in the doorway of your classroom and looking for you guys.

Satoru shrunk in his seat hoping he could disappear in some way and you stood unable to speak

The whole class pointed to the two of you and he walked over to you two and he didn't look happy. Suddenly you were rethinking your whole plan.

"You two are Gojo and (Last name)?"

"No!" "Yes."

Both you and Gojo answered differently and he look unamused

"Yes!" "No."

Different answer again "So I'm guessing you are." He said "You two have to know why I'm here. Just get rid of the blog and I won't have to resort to drastic measures."

You and Satoru nodded drastically agreeing almost immediately and he smirked "It better be gone by tomorrow"

"It will." Satoru answered before he could even finish, and Sukuna turned to walk out. Suddenly you were kicked back to reality. Tomorrow. You had to ask him before he left or you would never get this chance again.

"Wait!" You called after him and he turned to you an eyebrow raised "What?"

"Do you..wanna go to a movie tomorrow with us?" Satoru looked at you mortified and your classmates looked in disbelief.

Now he looked confused "What?" now you were shaking a bit nervous "I asked if you wanted to go to a movie tomorrow with me and Satoru.."

"Like a date?" He asked

"Kinda, maybe, I don't know..." You answered. Satoru wanted to curl up and die he couldn't believe you actually went through with your dumb plan."

Sukuna smirked "Sure." He didn't have anything to do tomorrow and the look on both of your faces looked priceless a bit of fun wouldn't hurt and you two did seem absolutely harmless.

Both you and Satoru's heads shot up, and your classmates eyes widened. He had actually said yes. With that he walked out leaving everyone in shock.

"I can't believe that worked" Satoru added breaking the silence and you smiled giddily jumping in the air a bit "I told you!" You exclaimed to him "It worked on you! It'll work on anyone. You're welcome! We have a date with Sukuna tomorrow!"

Satoru smiled at your antics and rolled his eyes "Okay okay I get it. Your dumb plans can work sometimes."

Maybe that blog wasn't such a bad idea.

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Finally I'm done. I know the ending sucks and i know the story is dumb but it's so hot upstairs I feel like my brain is fried and I just kinda wanted to get the story done because people are waiting for it. I just wanted to stop stressing about it. I'll write a story with an actual ending one day. I am not made for this fan fiction writer life but I do it anyways. Be the change you want to see in the world they say.

tag list: @wshyouwerehere

#male reader #gojo x male reader #gojo satoru #jjk x male reader #sukuna x male reader #sukugo #sukugo x male reader #sukuna ryomen #jjk x reader

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